Ye Cheng

Did someone accidentally become someone else's mistress?Ye Cheng smiled, didn't get serious with Lu Mingyuan, turned around and hailed a taxi to go home.He bought a few packs of cigarettes at the convenience store downstairs, and stood at the window of his studio smoking one by one. In this whole house, only the studio really belonged to him.

After all, Ye Cheng didn't go to the graduation party that day. In the afternoon, he took a shower, changed his clothes, took a picture in front of the mirror, then took off his clothes, put on a T-shirt and continued to nest in the studio with.The mental state is too bad to go out, and it is better not to go to the graduation dinner with such a ghostly appearance.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Lan Mu came over again. Originally, they had agreed to leave the country the next day after receiving their graduation certificates, that is, tomorrow.

"Haven't you eaten yet?" Lan Mu held a few fast food boxes in his hand, all of which were Ye Cheng's usual favorites.

"Yeah." Maybe it's because I smoked too much, I don't have any appetite at the moment, and I just want to vomit when I see the food.

"Eat a little, don't starve your stomach." Lan Mu's concern has always been real concern, and has nothing to do with his lies.

"Where have you been these two days?"

"I have something to do with the company. I went back for a while. Here, I'll give you chopsticks."

"Oh." Ye Cheng picked up his chopsticks and ate with some reluctance at first, but later his appetite grew and he ate most of the lunch box.

"Ye Cheng." Lan Mu seemed to have something to say.

"Huh?" Their questions always have to be opened.

"You know, it's not easy for two men to be together." Lan Mu's voice was low, as if he was also very depressed.

"I know." How could you not know?

"My parents, they all have their own careers, and they all climb higher than me. If they know that I am with a man, they can stretch out a few fingers and break us apart." Ye Cheng said this. "The woman I am marrying now, her father is very powerful, she is an only child, she has helped me a lot in the past few years, as long as you are willing to wait, and in a few years, when I also climb up, it will be fine. "

"Are you going to divorce that woman in the future?" Ye Cheng was not sure what Lan Mu planned.

"If you want." This was Lan Mu's answer. If Ye Cheng didn't ask, he didn't plan to divorce his current wife. "Her father knows about your existence, but he doesn't object." Divorce is not that easy. Lan Mu's father-in-law acquiesced to his son-in-law playing with men, but he absolutely could not agree to divorce his daughter.

"Then does she know?" Thinking of that woman's situation, Ye Cheng also felt very uncomfortable.

"She doesn't know now, but it doesn't matter if she knows, I won't let her disturb your life, Ye Cheng, if you like living in City B, you can stay in City B in the future, if you want to go to City S , I will also arrange, even if you want to immigrate abroad, I will definitely help you do it, as long as you feel comfortable in your heart."

"No need, Lan Mu." Although what Lan Mu said is very reasonable, it is not easy for two men to live together. If they want to be together forever, they must have the strength to prevent others from interfering. This process will inevitably take some pain. Frustration and grievance.But Ye Cheng couldn't do it, he carried a woman and a child behind his back, and just lived his own life regardless.

"What do you mean?" Lan Mu's breathing froze suddenly.

"Tomorrow, I won't go." He will not marry Lan Mu, nor will he continue to live with him, this is Ye Cheng's decision.

"Why?" Lan Mu's voice was a little trembling, and he stared at Ye Cheng's eyes, trying to find a trace of shaking from them.

"Carrying your son on my back... I can't do it."

"Liar! Liar! Ye Cheng, you liar!" Lan Mu suddenly stood up, stood in front of Ye Cheng, pointed at his nose and accused him loudly. "You liar! You said it so nicely, but it's because Lu Mingyuan is back that you want to leave my side!"

Yes, just because Lu Mingyuan came back, what Ye Cheng said now seemed like an excuse, but they should all know: "This matter has nothing to do with Lu Mingyuan." No matter whether Lu Mingyuan came back or not, Ye Cheng would make the same decision.

"Huh, it's okay? Didn't he send the courier?" This man has been protecting the man named Lu Mingyuan since he was a child. When he thinks of this, it's impossible for Lan Mu not to be jealous. He has carefully cared for his relationship for three years. Now It's over.

"You clearly know that the matter between the two of us has nothing to do with him." Why do you have to say that, it makes me feel guilty.

"If it really doesn't matter, then you can prove it to me!" Lan Mu's words were almost roared out.

Ye Cheng looked at him suspiciously. How could he prove such a thing? If he wanted to register abroad with him tomorrow, the relationship between the two would return to the past?Or is he going to make a solemn oath that he will never have anything to do with Lu Mingyuan in his life?

After living with Lan Mu for three years, his feelings for him were not as deep as he felt for him. This is Ye Cheng's debt to Lan Mu.This kind of debt made him feel guilty and uncomfortable, and made him unable to even break up with confidence when he learned that the other party already had a wife and children.

But is it really going to be repaid in the way Lanmu expected?Ye Cheng finally shook his head: "I can't prove it to you, we're done."

No matter what Lan Mu said, Ye Cheng would never change his mind, so he could only leave dejectedly.Seeing the back of him leaving, Ye Cheng was also very sad. He was like an emotional liar who easily accepted Lan Mu's feelings and made him invest more in himself over the years, but he couldn't give Lan Mu the expected response. Can't bear the weight that Lanmu wants to carry with him.

In the following period of time, Ye Cheng began to doubt and deny himself constantly. He could not devote himself to the creation of oil paintings. Every one of his previous works seemed so naive, and those self-righteous positives made people feel ridiculous no matter how you looked at them. .

I can no longer draw a decent work. Every time I draw halfway, I feel that I can’t continue. What’s the point of continuing to draw such a poor work?He even began to destroy the finished products he had painted before. Except for a few barely visible ones, they were all cut with scissors. The frame can be dismantled and will be used in the future. Such a painting is not worth it at all. A frame is wasted.

What Ye Cheng didn't know was that every time he dumped those rags box by box, there would always be a person who silently took them out bit by bit from the trash can.

In the empty living room of Lu Mingyuan's house, there were cardboard boxes one by one, each with a date written on it, recording the day they were brought back by him.He first applied latex on a piece of fabric, and then glued a broken oil painting next to it, bit by bit, in sequence.

These oil paintings that he threatened to burn to ashes were now destroyed by Ye Cheng himself, but Lu Mingyuan was not happy, he was very sad.These paintings are so good, he pieced them together one by one, and carefully felt Ye Cheng's mood when he was painting bit by bit.

He regretted it, maybe he shouldn't have let Ye Cheng know about Lan Mu at the beginning, even if he didn't let him know about it, he was sure he could snatch Ye Cheng back from him.He firmly believed that to Ye Cheng, he was different from others.

In the first few years when he first arrived abroad, Lu Zhennan sent people to stare at him, and Lu Mingyuan didn't even think about moving.Those few years were the most difficult. He thought of Ye Cheng and wanted to go back, but he was locked up in the military academy all day long.The language barrier, the uncooperative attitude, he naturally became the last one in that school, was often punished, and was looked down upon by his classmates. Even a little wish could not be fulfilled by him.

He was very manic in those years, and sometimes he even wanted to die.But he knew that that was not the only way out, Lu Zhennan was older than himself, he must have died earlier than himself, and one day when he survived until the day when Lu Zhennan died of old age, he would win.

After seeing it, Lu Mingyuan gradually devoted himself to his studies. His brain is very good, foreign languages ​​can't bother him, the courses in the military academy can't bother him, and physical training can't bother him.He loves physical training. He sweats profusely on the playground every day, tempering his spirit and body bit by bit, until the whole world is sweating and panting.

After graduating from the military academy, Lu Mingyuan was sent to Lu Zhennan's overseas subsidiary to study management, and he was mercilessly asked to start from the bottom.At that time, Lu Mingyuan carried his mobile phone in his pocket every day, and stared at the computer when he got off work, but he no longer had the courage to contact Ye Cheng.

Some things have been suppressed for too long and have become a habit. Lu Mingyuan is afraid that once this habit is broken, he will not be able to bear the current life again.So what can I do with a phone call, and what can I do with an email, as for their fate, I still have no power to change it, and he is powerless to contend with Lu Zhennan.

He thought he would have to wait a long time, but in fact, Lu Zhennan's life was much shorter than he imagined. That old guy was diagnosed with cancer many years ago. So he recalled himself back to China and slowly took over the head office.

His father was about to die, but Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but feel excited. After that old man died, no one would be able to suppress him like he is now.He wants to go back to Ye Cheng, so what if there are already people around him?That was his position, and sooner or later he would have to grab it back.

But now there are still a few small problems that have not been dealt with. He is too impatient, and all detours and strategies have been thrown into the sky. He even went over to claim credit with a stack of photos of Lanmu's wife and son in a daze.This step was too stinky, he could have visited Ye Cheng at his home when he was frustrated, or asked him out for a walk, and accompanied him to remove Lan Mu from his life.

But no matter what, Lan Mu finally left. Lu Mingyuan looked at the oil painting he had just pasted and smiled with satisfaction.It doesn't matter if Lan Mu is gone, Ye Cheng really doesn't need to be so sad.

Lu Mingyuan still has another troublesome thing, that is, that old man Lu Zhennan recently suffered from a brain disease, so he insisted on forcing him to get married.Heck, it's only a ghost that he will get married. After getting married and having a child, can Ye Cheng still want him?

Lu Zhennan said that if he refused to get married obediently, he would donate the company to the Red Cross. This made Lu Mingyuan somewhat uncomfortable. Although he was forced to, he had been working in a subsidiary company for these years. I admire Lu Zhennan's wrist.This company is a business that cannot be measured by money and belongs to this man. He said that he would donate to the Red Cross, but his mentality was the same as his own back then, thinking of dying.

Sure enough, human life is so fragile, Lu Zhennan, who was invincible back then, could not overcome illness and death.After Lu Zhennan dies, his life can be completely controlled by himself. Lu Mingyuan is glad that he is still young. He is in good health. He has a health checkup every year. He should live a long time. This makes him feel very rich.

I don't know how Ye Cheng's body is taking care of. He has been smoking a bit aggressively recently. Fortunately, Ye Cheng's background is very good. The Ye Cheng in his memory has a slender and powerful physique. He looks thin, but in fact he should There are some, and the chest will not look particularly thin, and every muscle contains the strength that belongs to a man.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingyuan blushed with embarrassment, touched his nose, and took the broken oil painting that he had just pieced together to dry on the balcony.