When gentleness is worn into the ancient dog blood crematorium

It was Xiaofang's call that broke the silence, and Chi Baiwan almost shattered his eardrums when he answered it.

Xiaofang: "My brother Luan, are you crazy! Do you know that you were popular in the Rose Hotel scene?! The company's public relations are busy now, and the movie you are going to make is about a same-sex theme. You’re stuck on the phone again and come out like this?? My brother, you are really outstanding! You have your own flow physique!! Thanks to you, our movie has now earned a lot of attention!”

It took Chi Baiwan a few seconds to accept the news, and then his pupils shrank, and he opened the social platform directly without hanging up the phone.

Sure enough, the one on the latest trending search is #新声代actorLuan Yu惊热恋爱#

What is suspected love?

Chi Baiwan clicked in to have a look while patiently beating his heart.

He thought that what he was going to see was overwhelming scolding, but he didn't expect——

【What did I see?Do rich people play like this?Just grab whoever you like? 】

[Let's just say is there such a possibility, the boss chasing his wife to the crematorium? 】

[I'm not short of traffic, I want to see what they are doing! 】

[Are you stupid for eating cp upstairs?Didn't Luan Yu feel unhappy? 】

[Gone after just filming a few scenes?Is this a risky entertainer? 】

Chi Baiwan couldn't scroll anymore, but Fu Sihan, who was driving beside him, stopped in front of the red light and glanced at Chi Baiwan's cell phone.

Chi Baiwan didn't want him to see it, so he picked up the phone and put it to his ear, and said softly: "It's not surprising that a madman does anything."

Xiaofang was obviously greatly stimulated, "Then where are you now? Are you with—ah!"

Xiaofang seemed to have just remembered that Chi Baiwan was taken away by Fu Sihan, immediately hung up the phone, and sent a WeChat message: [Be careful not to be caught by unspoken rules, protect your ass, and call me if you get fucked QAQ 】

Chi Baiwan didn't expect Yan Fang to be so clear-cut at all, and stared at this sentence for a long time, until Fu Sihan paid attention.

"Who are you talking to?"

Chi Baiwan blushed, turned off his phone and stuffed it into his pocket, avoiding his sight intentionally or unintentionally, "It has nothing to do with you."

Although it was a tough tone, it lacked confidence, and the tone was even a little shy.

Fu Sihan couldn't figure it out, so when he drove to the entrance of the courtyard of Fu's ancestral home, he stopped the car but didn't open the door.

Fu Sihan lit a cigarette, held it between his fingers, and quietly watched it burn. He didn't smoke, and said in a low and tired voice, "Let's talk."

Chi Baiwan felt Fu Sihan's tension, and he himself felt sad. Maybe there were many people in the shopping mall who were looking forward to begging Fu Sihan to chat with him, but that definitely didn't include Chi Baiwan.

Chi Baiwan tightened his throat, he couldn't stand the smoke, and he found that Fu Sihan had changed to a different type of cigarette, it was no longer Fuchun Shanju, but Little Bergamot, which was not very pleasing to him.

"What are you talking about? Mr. Fu, you've never said this to me before. Don't you like me talking too much?"

Chi Baiwan looked out of the window quietly: "Didn't you say that it would be fine as long as you talk more on the bed?"

Chi Baiwan said it implicitly, but Fu Sihan came back to his senses the moment he heard his voice, and quickly extinguished the cigarette.

"I know that I didn't do a lot of things well in the past, and I wasn't considerate enough for you. From now on, I can change whatever you don't like about me."

Chi Baiwan simply didn't look at him, "There are many things I don't like, and I don't like you the most. Can you disappear? Don't bother me."

There was an obvious sound of breathing in Fu Sihan's throat, which seemed to suppress the pain in his heart.

His Chi Baiwan shouldn't have treated him like this.

The mottled tree shadows outside the car window were blown by the wind, and Fu Sihan recalled the scene of watching Chi Baiwan outside his school after he met Chi Baiwan.

It was an old-fashioned street with a strong smell of fireworks, so old that Fu Sihan had to change to an ordinary car to hide.

With red walls and blue tiles, and long alleys in the city, teenagers filed out of the school gate with their schoolbags on their backs, unscrewed ice soda, gorged themselves, and played with each other shoulder to shoulder.

Chi Baiwan was different.

He walked alone at the end. At that time, it was the fifth month of the lunar calendar, and the pear tree outside the school was in full bloom. Clusters of small white flowers were blown down by the wind, and fell on the young man's thin shoulders.

The young man's face was very gentle, he twirled the flowers, raised them in the air, and smiled lightly.

The sun fell on his face, collarbone, and lonely wrist, and that day happened to be the summer solstice.

With the arrival of summer, Fu Sihan's heart beat for the first time.

Fu Sihan looked at Chi Baiwan in front of him, suddenly, it seemed like a lifetime away.

He stretched out his right hand and covered Chi Baiwan's left hand. When he held it, he felt a little helpless: "Bai Wan..."

Sorry for the three words, behind it is five years of being let down.

Fu Sihan really wanted to coax Chi Baiwan back, because he really didn't understand his own heart.

He obviously loves Chi Baiwan so much, but he can't control himself to hurt him. He feels that he has fallen into some kind of curse, and keeps hurting Chi Baiwan in the name of love. In fact, his fanatical possessiveness and Paranoia made him panic at any possibility of Chi Baiwan slipping out of his sight.

Chi Baiwan just lowered his eyes, unfastened his seat belt, opened the car door, and walked down.

Fu Sihan realized that when he chased him out, Chi Baiwan had already walked a certain distance.

Fu Sihan frowned, "Wait!"

Chi Baiwan stopped at the gate of the courtyard and looked at the graceful and classical gate. His figure was thinner than when he was a teenager, as if Fu Sihan couldn't catch him if he didn't pay attention.

Chi Baiwan stood at the door and looked back at him.

Fu Sihan held his breath for a moment.

He was suddenly terrified.

This angle is exactly the same as when Chi Baiwan stood on the cruise ship and glanced back, stabbing himself with a knife in his chest.

The episodes that he least wanted to recall were repeated, making Fu Sihan look dazed, and even Chi Baiwan, who was anemic, turned pale, just like the face that was blown by the cold sea breeze that night, with no light in his eyes.

A night of exhaustion could not dispel the terrifying fear.

Fu Sihan walked over, put his arms around his waist from behind, and smelled the familiar smell on his body, and felt even more suffocating pain in his heart.

Chi Baiwan really didn't lose weight, he was really thin, and he couldn't get this body shape if he lost weight.

Fu Sihan: "This is your first time visiting my house, you have to follow me in, otherwise, grandpa will be very dissatisfied with you."

Fu Sihan lowered his head, and rested his chin lightly on the socket of his neck. The skin there was very warm and delicate, and it was the distance that Fu Sihan could only reach so far.

Chi Baiwan's indifferent face remained unmoved, like a puppet, maybe, this strange place, people he no longer trusted, everything made him tremble all over.

Chi Baiwan: "I don't care whether your grandpa is satisfied or not. You brought me back. Mr. Fu, you should know that I am a patient and my mind is abnormal."

Fu Sihan saw him lower his eyes and take out the medicine bottle, unscrew it with trembling hands, and wanted to take the medicine.

Fu Sihan stopped him, grabbed the medicine bottle, and took a look. It was an unfamiliar medicine, made in France, to treat depression.

"Give it back to me." Chi Baiwan said softly.

Fu Sihan refused to give it to him, "How long have you been depressed?"

Chi Baiwan said softly, "Guess?"

Fu Sihan didn't need to guess, "Five years."

Chi Baiwan slowly took out the medicine and took it.

Fu Sihan didn't know what to say, he used to use money to solve all problems, but now, he met a person who didn't love money the most.

He could only hold Chi Baiwan tightly in his arms.

The two of them stuck together tightly, and Chi Baiwan felt a little helpless: "Boss Fu, there is no one here, who is showing this appearance?"

"I want to tell you that I also jumped into the sea that day." Fu Sihan recalled this paragraph, his tone was very difficult, and he said struggling: "I... I may have died once, and now I may be The reborn man."

Chi Baiwan listened quietly, not surprised, "Then I'll tell you a secret too."

Fu Sihan gave a "hmm", and Chi Baiwan said dumbly, "I'm not from this world, I come from another time and space, it's not what I want to be your lover, do you believe it?"

The air became very quiet, and Fu Sihan could hear his own voice, "I've been to the orphanage where you grew up, and I know about you, and I can't find anything out. A few years ago... I always thought it was the Ling family. Go to your profile."

Chi Baiwan tilted his head, not understanding: "My information is very simple. My parents are dead, and they sleep peacefully in the martyr's cemetery. For so many years, I went to worship every Qingming Festival, but you never cared about it."

Seeing him like this, Fu Sihan felt that the innocent boy in his heart coincided with this, but he really didn't remember it, "When did you go?"

Chi Baiwan looked at him quietly, "Go in the early morning, come back in the early morning, and then cook for you. Isn't this how I have been here for the past five years?"

Fu Sihan's mind was in a mess, he felt like a derailed train, his mind became chaotic, and Chi Baiwan's past came back to his heart bit by bit.

There seems to be a clock ringing fiercely in his head, that's right, that's right, Chi Baiwan often stays up all night, the excuse is usually to read a book or watch a movie, and then hide in the study room by himself, it turns out that he went to the tomb garden.

In such a dark and eerie place, he actually went there alone at night and kept it from himself.

Fu Sihan hated any feeling of being deceived: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Chi Baiwan lowered his eyes indifferently, "Tell me, will you let me go? Don't you want me to stay at home the next day and take off my clothes to be fucked by you? You forgot, you usually go on the second day after the Ching Ming Festival." Take a day off, don't go anywhere, let me serve you all day."

Fu Sihan finally remembered, no wonder Chi Baiwan was exhausted at that time, but he never cared about his lover's feelings, so of course he didn't take it to heart.

Because Chi Baiwan really loves him.

Chi Baiwan meticulously prepares roses for every festival, and Chi Baiwan secretly takes pictures of him when he is asleep and puts them in his diary.

Fu Sihan: "I will accompany you to this year's Qingming Festival."

After Chi Baiwan heard it, his face didn't soften, but became colder, "No need, I already feel very sorry for them, if they see that I didn't go to school, and slept with you as your lover for five years, I might crawl from the grave angrily come out."

Chi Baiwan regretted it very much. He shouldn't have told Fu Sihan that he didn't belong to this world, otherwise he wouldn't have provoked so many words.

It sounds annoying and disgusting.

Fu Sihan's eyes became even redder, "Do you have to be so stubborn? I'm begging you now, Chi Baiwan, see clearly."

"I can see clearly, and I'm honored, but I don't accept it." Chi Baiwan tidied up the corner of his clothes, his voice soft and hoarse, "Also, it's okay for us two, there's no need to be so close."

Fu Sihan looked at him in disbelief, Chi Baiwan might turn around and leave at any time, he can no longer plan their conflict, Chi Baiwan hates him, hates him.

After being quiet for a while, Fu Sihan said in a low voice: "You know it's no good to annoy me, so why do you still do it?"

Chi Baiwan smiled wryly: "Boss Fu, I know you too well, you are only calm for a short time, and you have never said soft words, but no matter how nice your words are, you are still a mad dog who can't be restrained, biting people at any time , as long as there is a little stimulation, you will go crazy uncontrollably, how do you want me to obey you? You and I have both died once, can you not be so naive?"

Fu Sihan was so shocked by what he said that he couldn't believe it, his expression became colder and his voice was low as if he had fallen into an abyss: "Chi Baiwan, I'm too used to you today."

Fu Sihan forcibly took his hand and dragged him into the courtyard.

Chi Baiwan's ankle is still not healed, but Fu Sihan doesn't intend to walk slowly.

Chi Baiwan bit his lip and refused to show weakness.

The courtyard was bustling with activity, and the servants were extremely busy. In the courtyard, the Fu family gathered together, as well as the Huo family, the Ling family, and even... the Fang family from Nancheng Real Estate.

When they saw the expressionless Fu Sihan pulling the canary, the whole mansion fell silent.