i really like you

Tang Yuan hung up the phone and nestled in the leather chair as if he lacked a sense of security. It has only been five days since his father disappeared.

What can you do in five days?It is not enough to adjust yourself to adapt and accept reality.

Tang Yuan was completely forced by God to put two knives on his neck and force him to come out and carry it.

Mental discomfort, physical suffering, unlucky reminder, caught up with him in a car accident, otherwise the body is not injured or sick, and the work efficiency can be greatly improved.

Guarding the land laid down by his father, Tang Yuan did not dare to relax. He changed his medicine, infused fluids, checked his body, ate, drank, and slept. All things were moved to the office.

He didn't have time to stay in bed to recuperate, his wound healed slowly, his appetite was poor, and his spirit was poor. From time to time, he felt that he would not live long and would die young.

But every time that feeling came out within less than a minute, Tang Yuan regained his strength.

Whether it's for his father's career or for his own future life, he can't fall down.

Tang Yuan's stomach convulsed a little, he stood up with the help of the table, dragged his injured leg into the bathroom, and vomited faintly.

It doesn't feel better until the stomach is emptied and there is nothing to vomit.

In the evening, the doctor came to change the dressing on Tang Yuan's wound. He took a look in the mirror, and there was a centipede about four centimeters from the forehead, which extended into the hair, which looked ugly.

The wound was not long, but deep. Tang Yuan remembered that he bled a lot, all over his face.

When Pei Wenjin came in, Tang Yuan acted like a baby to him, "I'm disfigured."

Pei Wenjin said, "It doesn't matter."

Tang Yuan knew that this man would kiss his wound through the gauze every day, while he was asleep.

He woke up several times. He didn't know what to say and had to try to pretend to be asleep. He flicked the bangs around the gauze a little sadly, "I don't know if it can be covered."

Pei Wenjin twirled the boy's earlobe.

Tang Yuan opened his hands to the man, "I can't sit still, I want to go to the bed inside."

The young master is lazy, he doesn't want to leave, he wants to hug him.

Pei Wenjin bent down, stretched out his arm and passed under the boy's armpit, and picked him up like a child.

Tang Yuan put his arms around the man's neck and said abruptly, "Shu Ran called me and asked me to attend his father's funeral, and let me go alone."

Pei Wenjin carried the boy into the room without stopping, and put him on the bed.

Tang Yuan still hugged his neck and did not let go, "I want to hear your opinion."

Pei Wenjin traced the boy's pale face with his hands.

The man's finger joints were distinct, and the fingertips were slightly cold. Tang Yuan was trembling all over. He grabbed the big hand and gnawed it, "I'm asking you something."

Pei Wenjin lay down beside him, took the boy into his arms, and carefully avoided his injuries, "Go."

"You really want me to go?" Tang Yuan opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Alone?"

Pei Wenjin stroked the boy's neck, "Don't worry."

"I didn't want to go," Tang Yuan said plainly, "I mean I will attend the funeral, but I don't want to go alone, I will bring you, my sister, and the rest of our family , representing the Tang family."

This time it was Pei Wenjin who was surprised. He looked down at the young man, and laughed in a low voice, "My young master has grown up."

Tang Yuan felt numb for an untimely moment.

Whenever the old man flirts casually, he disarms and surrenders.

Tang Yuan told Pei Wenjin that the current situation is quite complicated. The people and things that were clearly seen before are now blurred, as if a film suddenly appeared.

I don't know what's under the film, so I have to be careful.

Hearing his nagging, Pei Wenjin sighed, "It's not good to trust someone without reservation."

Tang Yuan opened his mouth and said speechlessly, "No, what you said, why do I feel so comfortable listening to it?"

He straightened his face, "Okay, I will have reservations about you in the future."

Pei Wenjin's complexion suddenly sank, and with him at the center, the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees.

Tang Yuan glanced at the man, and with a helpless tone as if facing an unreasonable child, he spread his hands and said, "This won't work, and that won't work, what do you want?"

Pei Wenjin, "..."

Tang Yuan stopped teasing men, he said seriously, "My injury is not healed, and half of my force value has not recovered."

Pei Wenjin stroked the boy's hair soothingly.

Tang Yuan shook his head, "My leg hurts. I couldn't even walk smoothly, let alone run. I even split my legs last night."

Pei Wenjin looked at the boy, "Sorry."

Tang Yuan rolled his eyes, fake, you old liar, you said sorry, but there were two words "aftertaste" written in your eyes.

"I'll take you to Zhang's house tomorrow," Pei Wenjin pressed the young man's head into his shoulder socket, his voice was always flat, but it sounded reassuring. He said, "I'll wait for you in the car."

So Tang Yuan stopped talking, hugged the man's waist sideways, rubbed his face against his chest, and slowly fell asleep in a daze.

It snowed overnight.

God is probably crazy.

Before going to Zhang Shuran's house, Tang Yuan held a meeting in the company, and senior executives from various departments filed in.

The content of the meeting is mainly the department's annual summary.

Tang Yuan flipped through the reports on the table while listening, and didn't have time to drink water, and he didn't have the time to look at Pei Wenjin who was not far away from him.

The high-level people's understanding of the heir is limited to public opinion and rumors, and he is just a pampered young master.

Something happened to the chairman, and the heir took that position as a matter of course. They all disdain this, and they didn't show it on the surface, but they have already started to play around with the wind in private.

Some are even ready to leave their jobs and go to the next family after the year.

The high-level executives have been working in the mall for many years, and their sympathy and sympathy have been polished away. Some of them are just reality. If they are willing to work hard, they must not only provide them with treatment that matches their own value, but also let them see a company's prospects.

, what can I do?

At that age, they were either in the third year of high school or in college. They were ignorant of playing around and playing wildly, and their biggest enemy was textbooks. They were still far away from what society was like and what the workplace was like.

Shopping malls cannibalize people but don't spit out their bones. Children of that age sneak in and try to become the helm of a large group. Isn't it courting death?

Even if he dies, he will drag a large group of people down.

However, the heir has two things that surprised the high-level executives. One is that he can settle those shareholders, at least it seems that way now.

The second is attitude.

This is much more important than the first point.

The heir does not have the temper of the young master in the legend, and he is not half-hearted when talking about business affairs. He is very serious and calm, and he likes to ask questions and take notes.

The injuries are gone, and he sticks to the company. It can be seen that he really wants to stabilize the morale of the army.

No matter how much you say, no matter how nice it sounds, it is better to let others see your performance.

That's more useful than anything else.

This meeting went very smoothly. Tang Yuan also had a year-end commendation meeting behind him. Throughout the year, there were more meetings and meetings than he had imagined.

When he came back to his senses, the meeting room was almost empty.

Lin Xiao received the materials and came over, "Xiaoyuan, will you go to the Zhang family's funeral?"

Tang Yuan said, "Go."

"Just go, I'll go too," Lin Xiaoshu breathed out, "The outside world is watching."

Tang Yuan didn't say anything.

Lin Xiao felt that the young man's mood was not right, and was about to speak, when he found a mark on his ear hidden in the hair, her heart skipped a beat, and the next moment she threw the folder on the desk.

That sound startled Tang Yuan, "Sister, what are you doing..."

Before finishing a sentence, Lin Xiao already dragged Pei Wenjin out with brute force from nowhere.

Lin Xiao's delicately made-up face was full of anger, "Pei Wenjin, you put Xiaoyuan...you..."

She scanned the conference room, afraid of being heard by the teenagers inside, she lowered her voice and shouted, "When is this, can't you bear it any longer?"

Pei Wenjin said nothing.

Lin Xiao was wearing high-heeled shoes, more than 1.7 meters tall. She couldn't stand the tall man in front of her, and she had to raise her head when she was talking. Very bad, his thin chin is pointed, his father's life and death are unknown, and the company has such a big stall on him, he is no different from living like a year now, you want him at this time, it's really good."

Pei Wenjin said, "I couldn't restrain myself."

"Xiaoyuan believes in you, but I don't believe it," Lin Xiao sneered, crossing his arms, "There is no time when you can't restrain yourself, you only want to restrain yourself, and you don't want to restrain yourself."

Pei Wenjin raised his eyebrows slowly.

The man's eyes were extremely dark and cold, and the expression on his face was not like that of a normal person. Lin Xiao felt cold for no reason, and his tone slowed down, "Be nicer to Xiaoyuan."

She paused, "Don't look at Xiao Yuan's soft heart, he is ruthless, no one can compare to him, if you treat him badly, he will write down every detail in the little notebook in his heart, waiting to be with you slowly Settle the bill."

Pei Wenjin said unhurriedly, "Thank you Director Lin for reminding me."

Lin Xiao's eyes twitched.

Although love does not distinguish between age and gender, there are too many differences in experience, and the one with less experience will eventually be more passive.

The snow on the road was cleared in time, and it was not frozen, so the car was not so difficult to drive.

Tang Yuan arrived at Zhang's house in a daze.

Pei Wenjin woke him up, stroked his small lips with his thumb, and repeated what he said last night, "I'll wait for you in the car."

Tang Yuan left a big watch on the back of the man's hand and said vaguely, "I'm going down."

That's what he said, but he didn't move, sniffed and said, "It's too cold outside, it's at least ten degrees below zero today, and my legs hurt."

Pei Wenjin got out of the car from the other side, went around and carried the boy out of the car, put him on the wheelchair, and pressed the thick blanket for him.

Tang Yuan took his hand out of the blanket, pinched the man's hand hanging on the side of his trousers, "You lower your head, I want to see you."

Pei Wenjin lowered his head and looked at the young man for a moment, with an undisguised obsession and infatuation in his eyes.

Tang Yuan felt relieved, so he called Zhang Shuran and told him that he had arrived, and that he needed someone to push the wheelchair he was sitting in.

He thought that the other party would let a servant come over, but he didn't expect that it was him who came.

Zhang Shuran was dressed in black, his face was thin, his eyes were bloodshot due to lack of sleep, and his eye sockets were sunken. His eyes were darker than ordinary people, and when he looked at people, he seemed to want to suck people into his world.

As he lost weight, his warm and gentle temperament became blurred, but there was a very clear temperament in him, which was a sense of indifference and alienation.

It seems to have appeared suddenly, and it seems to have always existed.

Hidden in the bones, kneaded in the flesh, only recently pulled out.

Zhang Shuran seemed to have expected Pei Wenjin's appearance.

Without saying hello or saying polite words, he opened the black umbrella and raised it above Tang Yuan's head, pushing the wheelchair with one hand and walking in the snow, his voice was as gentle as usual, "It has been snowing for several days."

Tang Yuan said, "Well, I'm getting bored."

"I'm annoyed too," Zhang Shuran said softly, "I originally thought about going skiing with you this year."

Tang Yuan turned his head and glanced at Zhang Shuran behind him. He felt a little strange. When he looked again, he found that he was still familiar with him. "Are there many people here?"

"Many," Zhang Shuran said, "Let's go in through the back door."

Tang Yuan didn't know whether he was really angry or fake, "I'm the acting director of Tang Corporation now, you let me go through the back door?"

Zhang Shuran looked at the young man's hair, "The front door is full of people waiting to watch the show."

"Forget it, I don't want to be an actor," Tang Yuan lost interest, "It's boring to act back and forth."

Zhang Shuran was silent.

Among the people who came to express condolences, relatives accounted for a small proportion, mainly those in the business field, mixed with artists from Zhang's film and television company, all of them had no makeup, hats off, and no jewelry on their bodies.

With the media present, the boss died of illness, even though he didn't have much contact with each other, he still had to show a sad look.

Tang Yuan was pushed to the mourning hall by Zhang Shuran, just when he saw Fang Lin was about to leave, he remembered that the other party was a sister in the film and television company.

Even if she was entangled in scandals about the resurgence of old love some time ago, her status is still stable.

Maybe it was because of the occasion, Fang Lin didn't show too many emotional changes, just nodded to Tang Yuan and left.

Tang Yuan stayed on her back for a few seconds, wondering why everyone lost weight?

The members of the Zhang family showed unwelcome expressions. The eldest son did not answer the funeral in the mourning hall, but went to pick him up in the snow, which made them feel very unhappy.

How tall the tree is, how much wind it can carry.

Tang's current situation is precarious, whether they can survive is still unknown, their attitudes have changed a lot, although there are no body movements, but the eyes and expressions already speak for themselves.

Tang Yuan ignored those gazes, he got off the wheelchair, offered incense and bowed his condolences, and was taken to the third floor by Zhang Shuran after he finished.

Zhang Shuran went out and took a glass of milk back to the room, "It's lukewarm."

Tang Yuan received the cup and held it in his hands. Seeing Zhang Shuran looking at his leg, he said, "I was injured in the car accident. I don't have time to lie down to recover from the injury. It hurts so much. I walk like a little lame, which is unsightly."

He pursed his lips, "Besides, the snow is so thick and the road is difficult to walk. If I stumbled and was photographed by the media, it might discredit me and my family. It would be better to push a wheelchair."

Zhang Shuran stood for a while before slowly squatting down, his lips moved lightly, as if he said something, vaguely sorry.

Tang Yuan didn't seem to notice, "Shu Ran, go do your work first, and we'll talk after you finish your work."

Zhang Shuran said yes, he rubbed Tang Yuan's hair, and used his warm palm to dispel the coolness on the hair, "The study is inside, there are some comic books in the second row, you know the computer password, you can read it casually, why not?" all good."

Tang Yuan looked at the milk in his hand, didn't drink it, and put it on the table next to him.

This is Zhang Shuran's room, which is connected to the study. It is very large. Tang Yuan has been here many times, and he is familiar with it just like his own home.

But this time he didn't wander around casually, he just moved from the wheelchair to the soft sofa. He didn't seem to get enough sleep, and fell asleep after a while.

Tang Yuan slept very deeply this time, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, and Zhang Shuran was sitting by the bed and watching him for an unknown how long, he didn't realize it.

With such a posture, Tang Yuan asked him, "Are you done?"

Zhang Shuran said he was done.

When the room is big, it seems empty and silent, and the more silent it is, the more obvious that feeling is.

Tang Yuan touched his pockets, only to realize that his coat had been taken off and hung on the hanger, and his mobile phone was in his pocket. He asked Zhang Shuran to hold it for him.

Zhang Shuran took the phone from his pocket and handed it over.

The phone is locked with a fingerprint, and Tang Yuan had a bad idea in his mind that he should change it to a combination lock, and change it when he gets back.

Tang Yuan saw four missed calls, one was from Song Chao, one was from Lin Xiao, one was from Zhong Bo, and the other was from Feng Yu, and one text message was sent by Chen Shuangxi.

As for the man, he neither called nor sent text messages, and seemed to be very relieved of him. He put his phone next to his pillow, "Shu Ran, your dad was still there for a few months, so he left in a hurry. My dad is fine." , whereabouts are suddenly unknown, and people are impermanent.”

Zhang Shuran looked at the boy on the bed, "Yes, everything is impermanent."

Tang Yuan sat up on the bed, "I'm going to take a semester off, and when my dad comes back, I'll go back to school to finish my studies, what about you?"

With a firm and calm tone, he believed that his father would come back safely.

Zhang Shuran pulled the quilt on the young man, and said in an understated voice, "I'm dropping out of school."

Tang Yuan was silent for a while, "Have you figured it out?"

"Well," Zhang Shuran said, "Think it over."

Tang Yuan looked at Zhang Shuran's haggard face, "Do you think you look worse, or do I look worse?"

Zhang Shuran didn't make a sound, as if he didn't want to answer this question.

Tang Yuan raised his hand to touch the injury on his forehead, "I think I'm really unlucky."

Before Zhang Shuran could respond, he asked, "Shuran, what do you want to say to me?"

Zhang Shuran's throat moved, "Your sexual orientation..."

"Born," Tang Yuan sighed, "I never liked playing with girls since I was a child."

Zhang Shuran was stunned, "It seems to be the case after being reminded by you."

He looked at Tang Yuan, as if he had seen those precious youthful years, and his voice was gentle and soft, like the breeze and rain in spring, "Why didn't I find out before?"

Tang Yuan also looked at Zhang Shuran, "It's always like this. The closer you are to the truth, the less you can see clearly. You have to step back and stand far away to see clearly."

Zhang Shuran's fingers trembled imperceptibly, "Why Pei Wenjin?"

"Why?" Tang Yuan shrugged, "If you like it, you will like it. Where did you come from?"

Zhang Shuran said, "You were drunk, sad, painful, and crying before because of him, Xiao Yuan. He made you cry, and he is not worthy of your liking."

Tang Yuan added calmly, "But he also makes me feel happy."

Although Zhang Shuran's voice was soft, it was extremely clear, "You can't see the future."

Tang Yuan was not annoyed, he maintained a calm tone and said, "Of course we can't see the future, we have to move forward step by step."

Zhang Shuran frowned hard, "Xiao Yuan, your thinking is too simple."

Tang Yuan said, "Shu Ran, you are not me, how do you know that I haven't seriously planned my future life?"

Having said that, the atmosphere has become depressing at some point.

Tang Yuan's throat was dry, and he coughed uncontrollably. He stretched out a hand from the front to the back, stroked his back, and patted him repeatedly. His eye sockets became hot, his nose was stuffy, and his breathing followed. Hastened up.

"Shu Ran, I feel bad."

After the words fell, he felt the hand on his back tremble.

This is the second time Tang Yuan said that to Zhang Shuran. The last time was in the bar. He bought drunk for his poor crush and cried like a madman. What is the reason this time?

Both of them tacitly did not speak, one coughed and the other clapped.

Tears came out from Tang Yuan's cough, Zhang Shuran wiped the tears on his face with a handkerchief, and said soothingly, "Xiao Yuan, your dad will be fine."

"I'm just worried that he will suffer." Tang Yuan took a deep breath, "My dad is old, no matter how powerful he is."

Zhang Shuran didn't say anything, but patted his thin back more gently.

Tang Yuan coughed for a while and recovered, "Shu Ran, you said on the phone that you wanted to tell me something, what do you want to say?"

The emotion in Zhang Shuran's eyes changed instantly.

Tang Yuan became nervous for no reason, "Speak, I'll listen."

Zhang Shuran listened to a recording for him.

The background seemed to be in an empty aisle. The first person who spoke had an echo in his voice. It was a man with a very young voice, less than 30 years old, and his Mandarin was not up to standard, mixed with the dialect of a certain southern city.

"Did you get Tang Yin's seal?"

Tang Yuan held his breath for a moment, he heard a second voice, he listened to it every day, he used to call his young master, now he called his name, what was familiar could no longer be familiar.

The voice said, "Not yet."

As usual, there is no emotion, no waves.

Tang Yuan's body shook violently, his whole body seemed to be pierced from the top of his head by an ice shard, pinned down, and remained motionless.

The recording was still playing, and the two asked and answered.

"Didn't you make Tang Yin's son fall in love with you? The beautiful man's plan was so successful, why didn't he get a seal until now?"

"It's not the time yet."

"It's not the time? Then what time did you say? You probably fell in love with the young master, right?"

"Just a naive kid."

"Hurry up and get the seal, lest you have long nights and dreams. As for the young master, if you want to do it, he will obediently let you do it. Such a little porcelain man whose ten fingers do not touch the spring water should taste very good."

"Kids are in trouble."

"Be patient, get the seal, you send the man to my bed, I'll play around, and then take a picture, so that the young master's ass is rotten and he dare not say anything."

Tang Yuan's whole body was trembling. He put his fingers near his mouth and gnawed at the joints blankly, as if he didn't know the pain.

Zhang Shuran held the boy's hand, hugged him into his arms, and said in his ear, "Xiao Yuan, you heard it all, the person you keep in your heart is lying to you from the beginning to the end."

Tang Yuan's voice was hoarse, "Where did the recording come from?"

Zhang Shuran rubbed his lips against his hair almost obsessively, "I have my own way to get this recording."

The implication is that it is not convenient to disclose.

Tang Yuan pushed Zhang Shuran away, continued to gnaw on his index finger joints, and breathed out intermittently, full of bloody smell, "If you don't tell me the way, I won't believe it."

Zhang Shuran forcibly pulled his hand down and clasped it to prevent him from torturing himself, "Xiao Yuan, you always like to play dumb."

"Don't you fucking understand human language?" Tang Yuan cursed with bloodshot eyes. He roared, his emotions were out of control, hysterical, and his voice was shrill and piercing, "Recordings can be faked! Zhang Shuran! Recordings can be faked!"

Zhang Shuran didn't seem to know Tang Yuan, first she leaned forward slightly and then sat up straight again, pursing the corners of her lips tightly, showing no expression on her face.

Tang Yuan wiped his face vigorously, the blood on his hands splashed onto his face, making him look dazed, he said incoherently, "Everyone says I'm pretending to be stupid, you think it's easy to pretend to be stupid Is it? I want to fucking think about everything, I want everything, and I don’t want to lose anything!"

As he talked, he began to mutter nervously, "I'm too greedy, it's my fault, I know it's wrong, I'm wrong."

Zhang Shuran's tightly pursed lips moved, he got up and went to the study to take a paper bag back, and slowly bypassed the white line on the seal, opened the paper bag, took out a document from it and threw it into Tang Yuan's arms.

Tang Yuan stopped scolding and didn't speak. He sat quietly on the head of the bed. He didn't look at the documents in his arms. What he looked at was nothingness. The wound on his hand was still bleeding, and the white quilt was stained with blood.

Zhang Shuran hugged Tang Yuan again, stroking the back of his head like a brother, "If you don't watch it, don't watch it."

Tang Yuan lay on Zhang Shuran's shoulder in a daze, without any response.

"Pei Wenjin is using you," Zhang Shuran sighed, "Xiao Yuan, you have been very smart since you were a child, but now you are only blinded by what you think is love, you are stupid."

Tang Yuan still didn't respond.

Zhang Shuran realized that something was wrong, he fished out the person from his arms, looked down, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The corner of Tang Yuan's mouth was bloodshot, and he bit his tongue out at some point, and he seemed to have lost consciousness, even losing most of the characteristics of a living person.

Zhang Shuran wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hands, "If you want to pursue it, I will help you make Pei Wenjin pay for deceiving you."

"If you don't want to pursue it any further, fire him immediately, and you can't let him stay in the company anymore. He has been exposed to too many things in his position. If you stay for one more day, you will be in danger for one more day."

Tang Yuan suddenly raised his head to look at Zhang Shuran, and turned his head not far away without stopping. There was a photo wall there, a birthday present he gave to Zhang Shuran.

He made it himself, and it contains Zhang Shuran's infancy, childhood, youth, and entire youth.

The same is true for the presents displayed by Song Chaohe. He made them and carefully collected the photos. There are two or three sentences written on the back of each photo, so that he can look through them when he gets old in the future.

They grew up together, brothers for life.

The voice in the ear continued, and it was so gentle that people were moved, as if the owner of the voice was sincerely thinking about himself, pouring out his heart and soul.

Tang Yuan pulled his blood-stained mouth, his tongue was broken, and his voice was not very clear, "Shu Ran, I will let Pei Wenjin go at this time, and I will be finished."

"With me," Zhang Shuran lowered his eyes and put a band-aid on his index finger joint, "I will use the whole Zhang family to help you tide over the difficulties."

These words sounded bewitching.

Tang Yuan looked at him in confusion, "The entire Zhang family?"

Zhang Shuran paused every word, full of convincing power, "Yes, the entire Zhang family."

Tang Yuan seemed to believe it, "His city is very deep, he will not be unprepared, and he must be holding something in his hand, which can threaten the company and make him retreat."

Zhang Shuran said without hesitation, "I'll figure out a way."

Tang Yuan asked him, "Then when do you want me to let Pei Wenjin go?"

Zhang Shuran said seriously, "The sooner the better."

"Oh, the sooner the better." Tang Yuan said, "But my dad spent a lot of money to poach him from another company, so it should be my dad who wants to fire him."

Zhang Shuran said, "Uncle Tang will understand."

Tang Yuan put his eyes on the photo wall for the second time, his eyes were sore, he lowered his head and picked up the documents in his arms to flip through them. It was almost as he expected, and they were all about the great achievements of that man over the years of work. .

The document talks about how he is a philistine, a villain, and ungrateful. Recognizing money and power means not recognizing people.

Tang Yuan returned the document to Zhang Shuran.

Zhang Shuran received it in his hand and casually threw it aside, "Don't believe me?"

Tang Yuan didn't make a sound.

Zhang Shuran sighed helplessly, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the leader of his previous company."

Tang Yuan lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"You don't believe what you see with your eyes, you don't believe what you hear with your ears." Zhang Shuran pushed him back on the bed and bent down to look him in the eyes. "Do you have to see it with your own eyes to give up?"

Tang Yuan suddenly laughed, "Sometimes what you see with your own eyes is even more fake."

Zhang Shuran was stunned.

With such skill, Tang Yuan got off the bed and put on his coat.

Zhang Shuran said, "Xiaoyuan, you have to lie down and recover from your injuries. You can't be self-willed, or your head will have sequelae, and your legs will be left behind. Don't you want to dance for the rest of your life?"

Tang Yuan's injured head and legs throbbed with conditioned reflex.

Zhang Shuran felt distressed, and then it turned into gloom a little bit, and was replaced by gentleness in a very short time, "Fortunately, everything is still too late, Pei Wenjin didn't get the seal, and he didn't meet you."

Tang Yuan's eyes flickered.

It was just such a small expression, but Zhang Shuran caught it. He stood up from the bed. He didn't know if he moved too fast, or for some reason, his body wobbled, and he almost lost his footing.

"Xiao Yuan, you are crazy."

For the first time, Zhang Shuran's introverted and gentle shell cracked a gap, and it would be torn apart at any time. He brushed his hair and repeated, "Crazy, Xiao Yuan, you are crazy."

Tang Yuan zipped up his jacket and pulled it straight to the top, retracting his thin white chin.

Zhang Shuran turned around and walked out of the room. He walked very fast, and his figure was a little pitiful, as if he would do something if he walked a little slower.

Unable to stand, Tang Yuan sat back on the bed, looked down at his injured leg, which was shaking uncomfortably now.

The smell of blood in his mouth was strong, Tang Yuan covered his face with his hands, a whimpering sound came out from his throat, and his head still ached.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Shuran came back with wet hair and hands, and a faint bloody smell from his body. He comforted Tang Yuan, more like comforting himself, with a hoarse voice.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you go the wrong way, as long as you don't go the other way and go to the dark, you can turn around."

Tang Yuan's head hurt even more, and everything in front of him was spinning. He put his hand into the pocket of his coat, pinching his palm with his nails, and said in a buzzing voice, "I'm going back."

Zhang Shuran grabbed Tang Yuan's arm.

It was an out-of-control force, Tang Yuan frowned in pain, his face was so pale that he turned blue, "You let me think about it, I'll go back and think about it."

Zhang Shuran's grip on him didn't decrease by half, a little disappointed, "Can't you think about it here?"

Tang Yuan looked up.

"Go to sleep, I will go to the company with you tomorrow." Zhang Shuran said softly, "No matter what happens, I will be by your side."

Tang Yuan insisted, "Shu Ran, I want to go back."

Zhang Shuran touched his black and soft hair, "You like Pei Wenjin, it's impossible for you to let go soon, but short-term pain is worse than long-term pain, Xiao Yuan, you have to let go in time."

Tang Yuan waved his upper hand, and clamped it again, "I want to go back."

Zhang Shuran lowered his eyelids, and his eyes fell on the hand that clamped his wrist, watching the fingertips of that hand turned white and trembling.

The surrounding airflow silently froze.

Tang Yuan called Fa Xiao's name, his voice was tense, he was suppressing something, "Shu Ran."

Zhang Shuran looked at Tang Yuan without saying a word, and he said after a long time, "Can you think about it when you go back?"

"Yes," Tang Yuan said, "I will think about it."

Zhang Shuran looked very calm, and smiled at him and said, "Okay, then you can go back."

Tang Yuan walked out of the room, his whole back was covered in cold sweat, and the clothes inside were wet against his back, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

When he went downstairs, he heard a loud noise from the upstairs room, paused for a second or two, and then continued downstairs.

When Tang Yuan came in, he entered by the back door in a wheelchair, and when he left, he also went through the back door, but he lost his wheelchair and dragged his legs in the snow. He was at Zhang Shuran's place, except when he coughed, he blew out his physiology. sex tears.

After hearing the recording until now, I haven't shed a single tear.

"Yo, awesome."

Tang Yuan whistled triumphantly, with the corners of his mouth raised, but tears flowed down without warning. He was stunned, and quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, cursing and walking forward, unknowingly reaching the bridge superior.

At this moment, his two hands that were placed outside were red with cold and were about to freeze, but his body was warm and he was sweating profusely.

There were no cars on the bridge, and an old man was sitting cross-legged on the edge, with a small porcelain basin in front of him, which contained a few steel coins and a little crushed snow.

Tang Yuan was tired from walking, and the piece of ice that blocked his heart melted. He stepped on the steps slowly, and stopped in front of the old man, panting heavily.

The old man seemed to be asleep, and there was no movement.

Tang Yuan didn't care whether the snow was cold or not, he sat down on his buttocks if there were any reporters around, rubbed his hands and let out a breath.

This bridge is next to the Zhang family, and the distance is not too far. When they were young, they even went into the water and swam from one end to the other.

In winter, it is covered with white snow, and other seasons have different scenery. Standing on the balcony of Zhang Shuran's room, you can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery.

Tang Yuan suddenly turned his head to look in that direction, the snow on the ground was blown up by the strong wind, and it blew into his eyes, making them feel cold.

He rubbed it a little uncomfortable, and it became even more uncomfortable.

Tang Yuan sneezed, "Grandpa, can you chat with me for a while?"

The old man slowly opened his eyes, "What are you talking about?"

Tang Yuan pulled the hat on the back of his coat over his head, squinted his red eyes that were glowing with water, "Let's talk about people's hearts."

"People's hearts can't talk," the old man closed his eyes again, "There's nothing to talk about."

Tang Yuan moved over, "Why?"

It took the old man a while to open his eyes, looked up and down at the little baby in front of him, and finally said with a smile, "People's hearts are very strange."

Tang Yuan was stunned. It was the first time he heard people use the word "weird" to describe people's hearts. Isn't it usually something dark and unpredictable?

The old man opened and closed his cracked mouth, "Little baby, I haven't had a full meal in two days."

Tang Yuan didn't doubt the authenticity, and directly put a few banknotes into the small porcelain basin.

The old man's cloudy eyes widened suddenly, he looked at the few red notes, at Xiaowa, and then at the red notes, his face full of gaps was filled with shock, "You are a rich man."

He stretched out a pair of weather-beaten and skinny hands to pick up the red notes, muttering in his mouth, "You kind and rich people, you will be rewarded."

"I didn't think about whether I would be rewarded."

Tang Yuan seemed to be talking to himself, "I'm only worried about whether my dad will be rewarded. He has committed a lot of evil indirectly in the business field. I don't want him to be blacklisted by God. In doing good deeds for him, I also asked him to donate a certain amount of money every year. Over the past ten years, the children in those schools have all