Dust's Perjury

When Lin Sha returned home, it was snowing outside the window.

He changed his clothes slowly and washed up before he got tired and rested.

For a person who has difficulty walking, it will take all his strength to go out.

Who knew that the phone rang again before even finishing the cup of hot water.

Seeing Wu Chen's name, Lin Sha hesitated and then connected: "Are you okay, I—"

Before his gentle voice hit the ground, Wu Chen couldn't help feeling: "Mr. Lin, I'm almost going to heaven!"

Lin Sha was already very sure that everything was caused by Zhang Yifeng, so he was relieved at the moment, and smiled lightly: "Don't be too depressed, I believe it will pass soon."

"I'm not depressed, it's just that the paparazzi are so annoying. I've finished changing the lyrics, so I'm going to find you now." Wu Chen was noisy there, so he hung up the phone after the announcement, without any intention of discussing it.

Lin Sha put down his phone, and smiled at the white expanse outside the window.

In fact, thinking about Wu Chen was fruitless.

All the time.

But Lin Sha is still like a diabetic with weak willpower. He knows that it will ruin him forever, but he still deceives himself that it's okay to eat a little.

So bit by bit, I'm afraid I won't have any regrets if I want to look back.

Wu Chen, who has been ravaged by the media recently, is inevitably a bit haggard.

He strode into the room with a plastic bag in his hand, shook off the snowflakes on the down jacket, sat at the table, took out instant noodles and sushi, and ate it on his own.

Lin Sha hesitated holding the lyrics he just got: "How can I make do with convenience food? Otherwise, let me cook for you."

"It's okay, brother Zhi doesn't let me touch it normally." Wu Chen didn't even raise his head: "I happened to quarrel with him today, and I chose to degenerate!"

Lin Sha persuaded: "Wang Zhi is different from those assistants who help carry bags and do chores. He is Muise's best manager and has his own contacts and company. You should listen to him more."

Wu Chen snorted.

Lin Sha silently stared at him eating, that picturesque side face still looked like gazing into a dream every time, with a smile on his lips and light in his eyes.

Wu Chen drank half a bottle of black tea, and suddenly turned his head: "The teacher called me today, but I was too busy to answer."

Lin Sha looked away: "I'm afraid you won't be able to think about it, but I think I'm overthinking it from the way you look."

Wu Chen became inexplicably happy: "After reading those revelations, aren't you curious?"

Lin Sha said calmly, "What are you curious about?"

Wu Chen rubbed his head: "The entertainment industry is full of money. Although the gossip didn't happen to me, it's all true."

Lin Sha was stunned, then smiled: "I don't care if it's true or not, anyway, I don't believe a word of it that you did it."

Wu Chen looked at Lin Sha twice, covered the finished instant noodles and stuffed them back into the plastic bag, and changed the subject without thinking: "Teacher, don't talk to Zhang Yifeng from now on, he is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

Hearing this, Lin Sha instantly understood: In fact, the stupid things he did for Wu Chen were superfluous.

Wu Chen didn't know Zhang Yifeng's name at first, but now that he knows it, it means that he also knows the details of Zhang Yifeng and why he was hacked recently.

That's right, big stars don't live in ivory towers, it's me who lives in ivory towers.

Thinking of this, Lin Sha lowered his head in embarrassment, and stared at the lyrics in his hand in a daze.

Wu Chen came back easily after throwing away the trash, and when he saw this, he suddenly squatted in front of Lin Sha: "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Sha recovered from his depression, and asked softly: "You just said that you quarreled with Wang Zhi because of Zhang Yifeng... Sorry, I only knew his identity, and I shouldn't have brought you into it last time."

Wu Chen blinked his beautiful eyes, and then smiled heartlessly: "What are you apologizing for? I don't care who he is. The reason for helping the teacher out is because you are good to me. It doesn't mean that I dare to pinch only if the other party is a bun." .”

Lin Sha didn't know what to say.

Wu Chen laughed: "Brother Zhi is mad at me for meddling in other people's business, but Zhang Yifeng is miserable too, isn't he? He deserved it for being beaten up by Sister Liu today."

The so-called Sister Liu is Liu Cheng, the CEO of the record company, and she should be the one who defends Wu Chen the most.

Lin Sha also smiled, forgetting his own helplessness in an instant, and relieved the guy in front of him.

Wu Chen pointed at the lyrics: "How is my writing? Sister Su Qiu will help me arrange the recording of the song next week."

Lin Sha finally came back to the business: "It's okay, some rhymes can be changed, or you can go home and rest, and I will send it to you when I finish it."

Wu Chen leaned back on the sofa carelessly: "Where do I have a home? I usually live in a hotel, and I don't want to see Wang Zhi's fat face today, so I just make a living here."

Lin Sha was speechless: "Huh?"

Wu Chen raised his phone: "I'm playing games and don't disturb the teacher."

Lin Sha hesitated to speak for a few seconds, but finally resisted the urge to drive him away, lowered his head and sent Wang Zhi a WeChat message to report his safety, and then moved his wheelchair back to the study to study the lyrics.

The long night is long, and it is extraordinarily peaceful because of the snow all over the sky outside the window.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Wu Chen felt sleepy, so he took out the toothbrush and towel he just bought and took a shower.

He was very curious about the many handrails fixed on the wall, thinking that they should be dedicated to Lin Sha, so he couldn't help but try hard.

"It's really difficult..."

Wu Chen, who was so close to the disabled for the first time, sighed secretly.

Perhaps it was because Lin Sha looked too weak and helpless, he wouldn't feel compelled to pity him, but he couldn't help but set up a good person for the other party in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't be impulsive enough to provoke Zhang Yifeng.

However, it doesn't matter.

Wu Chen didn't feel regretful at all.

He came out with his short hair brushed, and went into the study to ask about the progress, but saw Lin Sha, who had not made a sound for a long time, fell asleep leaning on the wheelchair.

The lyrics on the desktop were scribbled and changed, and the words and rhymes were fine-tuned.

Wu Chen reached out to pick it up, and found that the song was still the original song, but for some reason, the soul emerged from those small changes, and it read smoothly and heart-poundingly.

Talent is such a thing, that is, it is illusory and real.

In the company, Lin Sha is regarded as a cutting-edge creator of small freshness. He is overwhelmed by his seniority, and he must have a bright future in the future.

But what about yourself?

Even though Wu Chen had tens of millions of fans, he felt a sense of crisis in vain.

He smiled wryly to himself, and then called out in a low voice, "Teacher Lin?"

Lin Sha's quiet face showed no reaction at all.

Wu Chen thought for a while, then leaned over and picked him up horizontally, and put him back on the bed in the bedroom.

Bearing Lin Sha's weight for the second time, he was still surprisingly light.

The man was ridiculously skinny.

Wu Chen, who found out the quilt, carefully helped him cover it, and finally realized that Lin Sha was not short when he was lying flat. Perhaps it was because he always sat in a wheelchair that he felt that he was petite and weak.

Take a closer look, the delicate facial features are also pretty, the type that little girls would like nowadays.

If there was no car accident or paralysis, maybe his life would be more brilliant than his own?

After all, there are not many people who are both talented and beautiful.

Just as this thought floated through Wu Chen's mind, he was interrupted by Wang Zhi's WeChat.

"Ancestor, you will make an announcement on the TV station at seven o'clock tomorrow morning! Hurry up and come back to me!!!"

"Oh, I slept at Mr. Lin's house, so go straight over." Wu Chen replied quickly, and lay down beside him.

I didn't think of Lin Sha's sexuality until I settled down on the pillow, but I felt at ease with the idea that "Lin Sha can't do anything to him, and I can't do anything to him".

Unexpectedly, the well-informed Wang Zhi sneered: "The relationship has become so good in just a few days? Isn't the comrade you mentioned last time Lin Sha, don't give me a moth!"

Wu Chen froze for a moment, and replied with ten emoticons of vomiting.

He poked Lin Sha's sleeping face sideways: "Teacher, don't covet my body!"

Then he snickered silently and logged in under Muye Pavilion where the private chat of "A Chinese Ghost Story" was offline: "Little brother, why didn't you come to play today?"

As soon as the news was sent out, Lin Sha's cell phone rang in his pajamas pocket.

Wu Chen was in a daze, groping around in a strange way.