Rebirth of Chen An

The most ruthless and cruel man in the world must be Chen Chang'an.

How to make a person suffer the cruelest punishment is to destroy the most cherished beauty in a person's heart.

Of course, Chen Chang'an knew what Lu Feng cherished most, and also knew that killing Lu Feng with his own hands would not bring the most painful ending to this traitor.

He chose to end his life with his own hands, in front of Lu Feng.

Night after night, the man named Chen Chang'an kept appearing in his mind, lazily lying on the balcony and waving to him.

He thought this man was finally willing to accept him, but behind that warm smile was extreme cruelty.

There is really only one line between heaven and hell.

Soothing and gorgeous nocturnes flowed in the dark room, and the ethereal contralto sang along with the cello in the jukebox, melodious and elegant.

A ray of cold moonlight spilled through the window into the room, and the stern man in a black suit played the piano with his clean and slender ten fingers under the moonlight.

Lu Feng closed his eyes as if immersed in the music. This is Chen Changan's favorite piano piece. He has been practicing non-stop since the first day he was with that man, just because it is Chen Changan's favorite music. .

"We'll always be together."

The man slowly opened those black eyes that were as deep as an abyss, and he looked at a rocking chair in the room. There was nothing there, but he looked at the chair and laughed.

It was the chair that Chen Changan often sat on during his lifetime. The man did not leave him, as if he was still listening to him playing quietly with his eyes closed.

"Chang'an, does it sound good?"

Lu Feng was talking to himself while humming softly.

He stood up from the piano, the singing from the jukebox was still wafting in the dim room, the cool wind blew the curtains, and wisps of moonlight poured into the room, illuminating half of the walls of the room.

There are paintings of people hanging on the half of the wall.

In one painting, a man smoking a cigar and holding a glass of wine is sitting on a rocking chair, his downcast eyes seem to be deep in thought;

In another painting next to it, the man in the painting is lying naked on a large black bed. The man is slightly frowning as if he is not sleeping soundly. There are red spots on his slightly pale body after love. , The big bed covered with black satin was like a whirlpool, as if it was about to drag the pale man into it.

One after another, the room is full of paintings, and the men in the paintings all have the same face.

The man in the painting is either looking down on everyone with contemptuous eyes like a king, or is posing in an embarrassing and particularly erotic pose like a wounded beast bound by chains, or staring at the crowd with indifference in his eyes. People outside the painting.

Without exception, they were all a man named Chen Changan.

"Chang'an..."

As if dreaming of the man's name, Lu Feng laughed miserably. He would rather Chen Chang'an kill him with his own hands than endure the present where life is worse than death.

"You will not die, you will not die, you must not die yet."

Chanting like a spell, Lu Feng gently stroked the man's cheek in the portrait, closed his eyes and pressed it against it, as if the man was still looking at him beside him.