His Overlord Omega

As we walked, the snow had stopped, but it was raining again in the sky. Overcast clouds covered the sun, and the sky became gray again. The wind blew up silky raindrops, which wet Zhang Han's black skin. Hair, warm Song Yang holding Zhang Han's hand.

The rain melted the snow, and the mountain road became muddy. Song Yang slowed down and dragged Zhang Han to walk cautiously.

Only then did Zhang Han take a breath, "Go, go so fast, what are you doing, you are in a hurry, reincarnate."

"No." Song Yang didn't turn his head.

I don't know how long I walked until I reached the top of the mountain. Song Yang let go of his hand. Zhang Han didn't care whether there was water on the ground, so he just sat down on the ground, panting heavily, feeling that his whole body was dying. collapsed.

Zhang Han propped his hands on the ground behind his back, with a look of lovelessness on his face, panting like a bellows, "You, you want to exhaust me to death!"

Song Yang stood like a Buddha statue, with an extremely devout expression, pointing forward, "Look"

Zhang Han took two steps forward and reached the edge of the cliff. Although the sky was dark and rainy, the mountains and lakes in all directions were still in Zhang Han's eyes.

Zhang Han's pupils dilated suddenly, "This is, this is..."

The fingers he pointed out trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence, as if he was in a daze.

The clouds are still and the clouds are soft, the rain is misty, the eight watches are in the same faint, and the land becomes a river. (Note 1)

Isn't this the place that has appeared countless times in his dreams in the past 12 years!

The rolling mountains, the thousands of ravines in the mountains, and the streams in the valleys converge into rivers in the gentle mountains and fields, winding eastward...

It was no different from what he saw in his dream.

Over the past 12 years, he has often dreamed of this place, of a little brother playing with him, but he couldn't remember when he had been there or when he had such a little brother.

Over the years, Zhang Han has been filming in many places, passing countless mountains and lakes, and meeting all kinds of people.Therefore, he couldn't remember where the mountain in his dream was, or who that person was.

Zhang Han was not even sure whether that mountain and that person really existed.

Zhang Han was abandoned by his father when he was at home, and he was excluded by his teachers when he entered the Art Academy. Since his mother passed away, few people cared about him without any purpose, let alone took him to wander freely between the world and the earth .

This is a near-impossible thing, so that Zhang Han, who is growing up, has always attributed the carefree peach blossom garden in his dream, the little brother who can't remember the face, but only remembers the laughter, to his own lack of love. Accompanied, but imagined.

When Zhang Han got older and had a strong gender awareness, he gradually began to hate the dream he had and his attachment to the little brother in the dream.

He doesn't allow it, doesn't allow himself to have that same emotion for a boy, let alone a person who doesn't exist.

After that, that dream was like a dusty childhood memory, deeply buried in Zhang Han's heart.

Now, revisiting the old place, a seed has been planted, and it has grown into a gloomy and towering tree. The messy memories of the past 12 years have finally become clearer like the coming autumn rain.

Zhang Han finally believed that it was not a dream, it happened for real.

About his gloomy youth life, there is a bright and warm color.

At some point, Song Yang took Zhang Han's hand and interlocked his fingers.

Zhang Han turned around and looked at Song Yang blankly.

The face of the little brother who was as bright as the sun in his memory gradually became clear, and in the end, it completely merged with Song Yang's warm smiling face.

"Your, what's your name?" Zhang Han's voice trembled, and he asked with red eyes the sentence that he had asked countless times in his dream, but never received an answer.

"My name is... Song Yang" His voice trembled.

Song Yang's regret was finally fulfilled.

Zhang Han couldn't bear it anymore, big drops of tears welled up in his eyes.

Song Yang hugged him into his arms, let him lean on his shoulders, and cried to his heart's content.

Only by keeping the clouds open and seeing the moon, and being able to endure loneliness, can we finally reap the rewards.

Fortunately, Song Yang waited.

In the drizzle under the cloudy sky, two people standing between the mountains cuddled closely...

Song Yang hugged Zhang Han tightly, and used his body to protect Zhang Han from the drizzle. He gently stroked Zhang Han's wet hair, and comforted him: "Okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry It's..."

Zhang Han raised his head, his big eyes were red, "Who, who cried, don't talk nonsense, I didn't!"

"Yes, sand was blown into my eyes."

Song Yang looked at Zhang Han lovingly, little fool, where did the sand come from in the rainy day.

"You, did you recognize me a long time ago and brought me to this place?" Zhang Han said with his head down, his voice astringent.

"Well." Song Yang smiled slightly. No matter how you look at it, he "carefully planned" to bring Zhang Han here. No matter how he denies it, it is useless. Song Yang simply does not deny it, and admits his " Heart is deep."

"Si-when did it start?" Thinking of his bad attitude towards Song Yang before, Zhang Han suddenly felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

How sad Song Yang would be if he treated him like that.

"It's not since when, it's not very early." Song Yang laughed, wanting to get over this issue as soon as possible.

"I just jumped off the plane last night and saw the mountains here, and then I remembered that you and the boy 12 years ago were both named Zhang Han, and then I wondered if the two of you might be alone... .." Song Yang's tone was steady and relaxed.

Hearing what he said, Zhang Han felt a little better. Fortunately, Song Yang didn't know about it before. If he had known it a long time ago, wouldn't his disgusting attitude before be taking advantage of him? Did the knife gouge out his heart!

"Yes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have treated you like that before." Zhang Han said.

"Hey, there's nothing to be sorry about. A year ago, I was indeed the one who robbed you of your Hollywood movie resources. You should blame me no matter how much you blame me." Song Yang comforted.

"However, I didn't know that Hollywood had already selected you as the male lead. They only told me that they wanted me to play the male lead, so I went there excitedly, but I didn't expect to snatch you by mistake. Your resources. The one who should say sorry should be me."

After all, the two looked at each other tacitly, and after noticing each other's gaze, they smiled knowingly.

People say that when you meet and smile, you will forget all the grievances, and the little quarrels in the past are obviously nothing in front of the two who have faced life and death together.

"However, there is one more thing that I haven't told you." Song Yang raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, what, what, tell me quickly, you can't hide anything from me in the future!" Zhang Han said arrogantly.

"Do you still remember the scandal between the two of us that came out at that time? It's just the photo of the misplaced kiss." Song Yang chuckled, his cheeks as thick as a city wall.

Zhang Han's face turned red when he heard it. If it was before, he would definitely have a big fight with Song Yang, but at this moment, he feels quite shy, and even has some inexplicable expectations...

"Remember, remember, what happened?"

"The hot search on that photo was planned by me alone, including every time the two of us were photographed in close contact and detonated the Internet, I was behind the scenes..." Song Yang deliberately wanted to anger Zhang Han , while talking, while observing the changes in Zhang Han's expression.

It was red for a while, blue for a while, and purple for a while. When Song Yang saw it, he was secretly happy, and he was almost happy.

Zhang Han didn't know whether he should be angry or happy.

Zhang Han shook his head. Of course he should be angry that Song Yang went too far. He jumped up to beat Song Yang, and said angrily, "Good Song Yang, I always thought you were quite honest, but unexpectedly, you He's such a scheming boy, with a lot of talent, and he's even going to make a hype."

Zhang Han jumped up and down, but because he was too short to hit Song Yang's head, he felt embarrassed, so he could only say: "It's really unreasonable, hmph!"

Song Yang wanted to pinch Zhang Han and smooth his hair, but Zhang Han just said, "Fuck you, don't touch me", and dodged angrily.

"Hey, are you angry? How do I feel, you seem to be quite happy?" Song Yang gently raised Zhang Han's chin, making him turn his head and face himself.

As soon as Zhang Han saw Song Yang's heart began to pound, he quickly said guiltily: "No, no, how could I be happy..."

"I, of course I can't be happy," Zhang Han thought of something, and with full confidence, he beat Song Yang's chest and said fiercely: "Do you know, because you maliciously hyped up and discredited my image, In order to save my image, do you know how much I spent to remove the trending search!"

"How much?" Song Yang asked seriously.

"This..." Zhang Han was at a loss for words. He just used these words to suppress Song Yang. He didn't think about asking Song Yang for compensation, but he threw out all his words and couldn't answer them. It's not that you can't step down.

"Yes, there is 1000 million." Zhang Han said.

In fact, it was more than 1000 million. In the past six months, he and Song Yang's gossip hot searches detonated the Internet at least a dozen times. Although Zhang Han did not cancel the hot searches every time, he spent at least 2000 million.

He was just joking, he knew Song Yang's family situation, and guessed how much Song Yang had suffered to get to where he is today. It's too late to feel distressed. Of course, it can't be said that it is 2000 million. He doesn't want to give Song Yang any psychological burden. .

So he purposely made it small, but he couldn't make it too small, otherwise, Song Yang would be able to expose himself in an instant.

"That's it..." Song Yang looked serious, as if he was calculating something.

"Stop, stop, I never thought of asking you to compensate me, and I don't need that money." Zhang Han said hastily.

"How is this possible? You must make up for the loss you have caused, otherwise I, Song Yang, will become nothing."

"Hey, Song Yang, you're serious, right?" Zhang Han was a little annoyed, "If you don't use it, then you don't..."

However, Song Yang didn't listen to him, and even counted.

"Stiring up gossip, causing you to spend money to remove hot searches, you have to compensate you 1000 million; it has brought irreparable damage to your reputation as an international superstar, this is more serious, and you have to pay 2000 million; it makes you work hard and mentally. Fee, at least 500 million."

"Also, that time you robbed your movie resources, which caused you to directly lose 3000 million yuan in salary; this also caused your later resources to fail to keep up, and there was also an indirect loss of 3000 million yuan. Calculated in such a way, I At least 9500 million must be compensated to you, let’s round it up, and I should compensate you [-] million..."

Zhang Han was shocked, "...Song Yang, you are crazy!"

"I'm popular right now, and I can leave about 1000 million yuan a year after deducting expenses. After five years, I won't be popular, and I will earn less. Maybe I will only have 200 million yuan left a year. After that, I will earn even more. Less, save a little, and you can save [-] to [-], or [-] a year, and I will pay you for the rest of your life..." Song Yang showed a sad face.

Zhang Han opened his mouth blankly, unable to say anything.

"So, how about I pay you my whole life?" Song Yang asked word by word.

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Note 1:

Tao Yuanming's poems, but the first time I saw it was from a great god I admired very much, and I couldn't forget it after reading it once.

At 13:10 p.m. on the [-]th, a little angel filled me with nutrient solution. I forgot to thank you. I will make it up today.

Thanks to the little angel Long Sa for irrigating me with a bottle of nutrient solution

Then you don’t need to irrigate me anymore, thank you everyone, bow~