please love me please

On this day, Zhao Jingchen went out early in the morning, went to a flower shop to buy a bouquet of blue roses, brought a breakfast, and went all the way to the cemetery with Zhang Ran. He had never been here before. He doesn't like heavy surroundings.

And just two years ago, this was the place he was most afraid of stepping into. He didn't dare to recognize the reality, and he didn't dare to face him. He was afraid that Han Haoye would look at his still doting eyes that night, and he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself. Will dig his grave.

He wore a set of fashionable clothes that Han Haoye bought for him, and combed the hairstyle that he went shopping at that time. He wanted to sing a song for Han Haoye today, and the album will be released next month.

When he walked in front of the tombstone, his heart ached and he couldn't extricate himself. He walked over step by step and stood in front of the tombstone. I don't know why?There is no photo on the tombstone, only the name, and there is no description of how many years he was born and how many years he died.

"It should be that Tan Zhongyu refused to write it. I heard that he smashed the tombstone that he wrote. Later, Zhang Peng had no choice but to make do with it." Zhang Ran saw Zhao Jingchen's doubts and explained to him that it was actually him. When Zhang Peng asked, Zhang Peng told him that the empty tombstone next to Han Haoye's adoptive father belonged to him.

Zhao Jingchen put the flowers in front of the tombstone, took out a rag and wiped the tombstone, wiped it back and forth many times, and finally sat down beside the tombstone with satisfaction, leaned on the tombstone, and took out a pancake fruit and a porridge , and put out Han Haoye's favorite beer.

"Haoye, are you hungry? I brought you another pancake fruit today. You always say that I fucked you with just one pancake fruit. I have no sincerity at all, and instead took advantage of you."

Zhao Jingchen took out a copy himself, and started to eat, "I brought you a big gift today, eat it quickly, and show you when you are full, you will be surprised."

Zhang Ran couldn't describe his mood at the moment, bitter?no?Tragic?No, by the way, it is a kind of lonely and wandering waif on the sea, unable to find direction and full of doubts about the future.

He watched Zhao Jingchen cry while talking about some past events, still eating pancakes in his mouth, it made him feel very distressed.

Although he knew that Zhao Jingchen would often say something to the air, he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. Only after seeing him today did he know that he couldn't understand this kind of loneliness, and Zhao Jingchen couldn't extricate himself.

"Are you full?" Zhao Jingchen wiped away tears, picked up the guitar that was put aside, looked up and said, "I'll sing you a song when I'm full, okay? This is what I wrote to you, you are the first Audience, you said you would be my lifelong fan and never leave..." But you broke your promise and abandoned me.

"This song is called "Three Lives Are Lucky", and it is for Uncle Han who loves me the most. Listen to it."

"The blessings of the three lives, to meet you in this life"

"With you in one lifetime, what do you want in two lifetimes,"

"Sansheng is lucky to meet you"

"No regrets and regrets, I want to chat with you for three lives"

"Tell me you don't believe in fate"

"I am your favorite baby, you are my belief"

"Let me hold up a sky for you, I want you"

"I want to leave our love story with you in the world"

"If I will see you, after more than a year,"

"How do I greet you with tears and silence."

"I will be brave for you"

"Flying in the blue sky, I will show you the best in the world"

"Please tell me out loud"

"you love Me"

………………

Since Han Haoye left, Zhao Jingchen hasn't smiled. Even in dramas, he always smiles with a stern face. For this reason, he has been on the top searches, and is called by netizens as a person who can act with his eyes.

Zhang Peng couldn't take it anymore, he covered his eyes, and clear tears kept slipping from between his fingers. This song was prepared by Zhao Jingchen long before Han Haoye died, but due to time constraints, he never finished it.

A year ago, in order to prepare for the album, I retreated for three months and wrote this song. It sounds like I am confessing to someone, but only he and Zhao Jingchen know that there are endless thoughts and sorrows here.

"Uncle~ Does it sound good?" Zhao Jingchen hugged the tombstone, choked up and said, "I don't want to come to see you in the future, you don't come to see me, and I'm worried about you all the time, uncle... come back, okay? I miss you so much ..."

"Wuuuu... come back, okay?"

Zhao Jingchen burst into tears, he knew it was unrealistic, but he just thought, he missed him from the bottom of his heart, if he was given a glass of love water, he would rather drink it and forget everything, so that he could forget him and not suffer any more. The pain of lovesickness tormented him so much that he would not want to live.

Because of Tan Zhongyu's relationship with Fan Yujie, the two of them were often in an awkward situation during this period. Tan Zhongyu was fine, but Fan Yujie was not.

As soon as he saw Tan Zhongyu, he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from rising, and he wanted to follow Tan Zhongyu's footsteps in disbelief, like that kind of little follower, following wherever he went.

"Yu'er, how are you preparing?"

"It's almost there. I just went to a concert. Why are you a mother-in-law? I've asked it more than a dozen times." Tan Zhongyu lay on the sofa and looked at Du Zeyang who was sitting at the desk speechlessly.

"Aren't I afraid that my Yu'er will be tired?" Du Zeyang loosened his tie and went to sit beside him.

"I'm not tired, you've worked hard these two years." Tan Zhongyu pressed the back of Du Zeyang's hand casually, "Did Zhang Peng say when he will come back?"

"I'm angry when you mention this." Du Zeyang passed his hand to Tan Zhongyu and continued to massage him, "I've left the company to me for so long, and I haven't come back to take a look. I said that I want to do research in foreign markets. It's been so fucking long. The investigation of a president should have results, right?"

"It's possible," Tan Zhongyu replied solemnly, "Maybe he was also afraid that he would be deeply affectionate, so he went out to relax."

"Hehe." Du Zeyang was very distressed, "I'm so busy that I don't even have time to look at it."

"Huh?" Tan Zhongyu raised his eyebrows and looked at him with deep meaning, "Zeyang, don't you know?"

"What?" Du Zeyang looked at Tan Zhongyu, saying what are you talking about?

"Your Dr. Cheng, I heard that he broke up with his brother Bing, and..."

"Really?" Du Zeyang sat up and looked at Tan Zhongyu in surprise, "Yu'er, how do you know?"

"I was hospitalized with a cold last month. The little nurse in their hospital asked for my signature, so I asked for it for you."

"Hahahaha" Du Zeyang bent down and hugged Tan Zhongyu's face, "Yu'er, I love you so much, haha," after finishing speaking, he kissed Tan Zhongyu's face vigorously a few times. It was a coincidence that Fan Yujie didn't knock on the door at this time. broke in.

"Yu'er, I have good news..." Fan Yujie looked at the two of them in surprise, Du Zeyang bent down and held Tan Zhongyu's face, his lips were still on his face, they turned to look at him together, "...tell you"

Tan Zhongyu pushed Du Zeyang away, and asked calmly, "What good news?"

"You..." Fan Yujie asked uncertainly. It should be impossible for Tan Zhongyu and Du Zeyang, but just now...the two are obviously very close.

"What are you thinking?" Du Zeyang stood up and sat beside Tan Zhongyu's lap, and continued to ask, "What good news? I'll listen to it too."

Fan Yujie's grip on the phone was loose, and he bowed his head in silence. Why did people not like it when he posted it? It turned out that there were already people.

"..." Tan Zhongyu supported his forehead, almost speechless, "Fan Yujie, come here"

"Huh? I won't go through, you guys continue, I'll come back to you later" Fan Yujie was about to go out after speaking.

"Stop!" Tan Zhongyu sternly said, "Come here."

Fan Yujie seemed to be angry. He scolded Tan Zhongyu, a scumbag.

Together, what qualifications do you have to murder him.

Thinking so in his heart, he walked towards Tan Zhongyu uncontrollably with his legs, and by the way observed whether there was any expression change on the faces of the two of them.

"..." Du Zeyang was also convinced, rolled his eyes and sat on his office chair.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Tan Zhongyu was still lying on the sofa, asking indifferently.

"I found some important news." Fan Yujie said sternly, expressionless.

"What important news, let's focus on the key points." Tan Zhongyu was also amused in his heart, but he didn't show it.

Fan Yujie seemed to be reporting the text to the teacher, without any emotion in his tone, sitting in the corner of the sofa, lowered his head and said lightly, "Recently, someone posted a group of very popular monk photos on Weibo."

"Monk?" Du Zeyang said first, "Do you want to become a monk?"

"...No." Fan Yujie quickly shook his head.

"Get to the point." Tan Zhongyu impatiently kicked Fan Yujie who was sitting by his lap.

"Oh." Fan Yujie resumed his nonchalant words, "I think that monk looks like a person, but I'm not sure, so I want to show you."

"Does it look like me?" Tan Zhongyu closed his eyes lazily. This is an excuse, the monk looks like me?

"It's not like you." Fan Yujie turned his head and looked at Tan Zhongyu who was reclining, "Like Mr. Han, especially..."

"What did you say!"

"What did you say!"

"..." Fan Yujie looked at the two people speaking in unison, not knowing how to explain.

"What did you just say?" Tan Zhongyu sat up and stared at him first.

"I wasn't sure at first, but then I saw this." Fan Yujie handed his phone to Tan Zhongyu, and continued, "He has been following Lawyer Zhang, so I really doubt that this person may be Mr. Han."

Du Zeyang ran over and snatched the mobile phone from Tan Zhongyu's hand to check the photos. It was a monk in green gauze cloth, with his hands clasped, kneeling in front of the temple, praying devoutly with his eyes closed. There were also several photos in Tibet. The photos appeared in the place, and the monk was indeed following Zhang Peng all the time.

Tan Zhongyuzheng was stunned for a long time before he realized it, and hugged Fan Yujie who was sitting next to him, "When did you find out? Are you still in Tibet now?"

"Well, I posted it a month ago, and I was also forwarded by a fan. I saw that this post was very popular, so I clicked it...read...read...read..." Fan Yujie was completely stunned. Just now...Tan Zhongyu took the initiative to kiss him just now, really He took the initiative to kiss him.

Tan Zhongyu kissed Fan Yujie's face, got up and pulled Du Zeyang out of the office, and ran all the way to the airport.

Fan Yujie touched his face, it seemed that Yu Wen was still there, the corners of his mouth were raised, the more he smiled, the more presumptuous, the more presumptuous, the sadder.

"Yu'er, Boss Han is back, do you really stop talking to me in the future? Even if it's just a bed? Just put me off, don't you need it?"

Du Zeyang called Zhang Peng along the way, but Zhang Peng didn't answer any of them. The two went straight to the airport, bought the fastest ticket and flew to Tibet.

"Yu'er, if it wasn't for him, you shouldn't mess around, do you hear me?"

"Okay..." Tan Zhongyu couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. He was afraid that this person was not Han Haoye, and he would rejoice in vain. He was also afraid that it was him. If he was alive now, why did he spend so much time putting on a show for whom? ?What does he want to do?

When the two arrived in Tibet, it was already night. They got off the plane and went to the local travel agency, and showed them Han Haoye's photo, but the result was not satisfactory.

"We haven't seen this person before. This photo was taken in the Potala Palace. We can't go now. We have to wait until tomorrow."

"Then you know, is it possible that they're not here anymore?"

"This is not necessarily true. There are a lot of people who come to Tibet to travel, and they usually travel for a long time. You can try to contact your friends first."

"Thank you, please take us there tomorrow."

"No problem, you guys rest first"

After the tour guide left, Du Zeyang and Tan Zhongyu found the hotel recommended to stay. Tan Zhongyu was always depressed, sitting in front of the window, looking at the beautiful night view.

"Yu'er, I know you want to see him very much, we are not in a hurry, wait until tomorrow..."

Du Zeyang was halfway through talking when the phone rang, and it was Zhang Peng who came back. Seeing that Du Zeyang didn't pick it up, Tan Zhongyu knew it in his heart.

He took Du Zeyang's cell phone, tapped the answer button with trembling fingers, and then pressed the speakerphone.

"Hey, what are you calling?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm sleeping, what's wrong?"

Du Zeyang continued to ask, "Where do you sleep?"

"On the bed, where else can I go?" Zhang Peng answered him funny, "Did something happen to the company?"

"No, I want to tell you some good news." Du Zeyang took a deep breath and continued, "I met a monk in Tibet today. He looks exactly like Han Haoye. Height, body shape, and even his voice, do you think it's a coincidence?" skillful?"

"..." Zhang Peng glanced at Han Haoye who was reading next to him, "Are you kidding, Han Haoye has already..."

"Is he dead?" Du Zeyang answered first.

"...Yes" Zhang Peng shook his head to Han Haoye, unable to hide it.

"How long are you going to lie to me? Is this fun!" Du Zeyang yelled into the phone.

"..." Zhang Peng turned on the loudspeaker, but didn't know how to answer.

"Zhang Peng" Tan Zhongyu wiped his face and asked, "Tell me, is Hao Ye still there? What happened to him? Why did he lie to us like this?"

"..." Zhang Peng still didn't know how to answer.

"Zhang Peng, talk!" Tan Zhongyu suddenly cried bitterly, "Is Haoye still alive? Where is he? Can you tell me?"

Zhang Peng handed the mobile phone to Han Haoye, and the four of them were speechless for a while, and fell silent. Tan Zhongyu thought if Han Haoye was not dead? How should the crematorium and funeral home explain?

What Du Zeyang thought was that at that time, Zhang Peng handled the matter alone. He didn't see the cremation and the ashes with his own eyes. Zhang Peng kept asking him to take care of Tan Zhongyu, and he didn't doubt it. , and...Thinking about it carefully, the Han Haoye they brought back that night seemed to be a bit fatter, with makeup on...