On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

It has been a long time since Xi Nian had a dream. It is said that everything in the dream was the most regrettable thing in his heart, but he didn't know what regret he had, so when he appeared in a luxurious suite with familiar decoration Xi Nian is still confused about the situation.

He looked around at the decorations, only to find that it was the place where he died in his previous life. He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes, and saw a man sitting quietly in front of the computer with a handsome and sinister face.

It's him, but it's not like him.

Xi Nian never knew that he also had such a lifeless moment, like a dying corpse.

His current state is like a wisp of emptiness, unable to touch anything. We can only speculate based on the scene that this happened before his death in his previous life. In a few minutes, Lu Xingzhe will probably come here. Then he was pissed off, and then he jumped from here.

Thinking of this, Xi Nian couldn't help but feel that his previous life was too useless, what a big deal, as for being overthinking, it can be seen that being too high-spirited is not a good thing.

Revisiting the old place, the mood is inevitably delicate, Xi Nian is standing next to him, watching the other self in front of the computer desk repeatedly scrolling black material on the Internet, clicking the mouse faster and faster, obviously on the verge of collapse.

Like an outsider, Xi Nian silently commented on this scene.

One wrong step, one wrong step, this sentence makes sense. In his previous life, suppressing his opponents has become the norm. If there is black material, he will explode black material. If there is no black material, he will also make up black material. Now those immoral things suddenly It's no wonder that his opponent's fans tear him apart after being shaken out. It seems that he has become a public enemy of the entire network.

Not long after, the door to the outer room was opened, and Lu Xingzhe limped in. The scene reappeared, and the conversation was the same as in the previous life.

You did it?

Why? Just because I was kicked away after being used by you, so I hold a grudge and want to take revenge on you?

Lu Xingzhe laughed lowly, he couldn't even straighten his waist, and maintained that posture without moving for a long time. In his previous life, Xi Nian only thought he was rampant and hateful, but now he slowly leaned over to look at his bowed head, only to see Lu Xingzhe's eyes were scarlet and tears were evident in his eyes.

why cry...

Xi Nian didn't understand, and silently reached out his hand, trying to wipe away his tears, but his hand went straight through Lu Xingzhe's body, unable to grab anything.

And the tears never fell.

So Xi Nian saw myself as if being poked in a sore spot, grabbed Lu Xingzhe by the collar and pushed him against the wall: It's really you?!

Xi Nian thought it was true in his previous life, but now he thinks it is not.

But Lu Xingzhe just refused to bow his head: It's me.

His eyes were full of sarcasm, as if he was determined to drag the person in front of him into hell together, even though his face was already pale after being strangled, his tone was not softened, and he said with a smile: It's me.

Don't you want to be a big star the most? Don't you care about your future the most? Don't you want to get rid of me in your dreams? I just don't let you do what you want...

They can always accurately find each other's pain points and make up for the fatal blow, so both of them are scarred.

Xi Nian no longer wants to watch the following scene.

Lu Xingzhe was forcibly pushed down on the sofa, his face was pale, like a rag doll, and the Xi Nian from his previous life quietly crushed his crippled left leg. The pain made his face turn pale, trembling all over, and his whole body trembled. She shrank into a ball, and said with extreme humiliation: Aren't you very enthusiastic before, what are you pretending to be now?

It was the first time that Xi Nian felt that dreaming was such a bad thing, he hoped to wake up soon, but he closed his eyes and counted for hundreds of seconds, until Lu Xingzhe limped out of the room, the dream was still not over.

Xi Nian did not have the hobby of watching his own death process repeatedly, he chose to follow behind Lu Xingzhe.

The dream was so real that he could even feel the cool autumn wind blowing across his face.

After Lu Xingzhe walked out of the room, he didn't leave immediately. He leaned his back against the wall and slowly slid to the ground. He clutched his left leg and didn't move for a long time. He groped for painkillers from his pocket and took two pills with a pale face. , and then stood up again, and limped into the elevator.

He has never shown weakness in front of Xi Nian, even taking medicine behind his back.

Xi Nian couldn't help trying to help him several times, but his hands just passed through the other person's body in vain, silently pursing his lips, and could only continue to follow, feeling that the dream was bad again.

Downstairs, there was a man with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes waiting for Lu Xingzhe. It was indeed Hong Biao, who was a paparazzi together. When he saw him coming out, he leaned against the car door and said angrily, I told you not to ask for trouble. How about it? Eat it! Shut the door.

Lu Xingzhe didn't speak, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength just walking out of that door, he limped a few steps, supported the pillar, and slowly sat down on the stone steps by the roadside, bowed his head With a straight face, he lit a cigarette, his fingertips were still trembling slightly when he lit the fire.

Hong Biao squatted beside him: I found out what you asked me to investigate, but ah, Xi Nian committed the crime himself, so don't interfere.

Hearing this, Lu Xingzhe finally made a move, and turned his head to look at him slowly, his eyes were dark and his face lacked the slightest trace of color.

Hong Biao's back felt cold when he watched him, and he touched the back of his neck unconsciously: Don't look at me like that, it's useless to look at me, Xi Nian is too good at doing things, and several artists of Chuangxing have been used black material by him It's so confusing, the high-level people will just sit back and ignore it? He is not clean at all, and he found someone to follow him for a few days, and he found out everything.

After finishing speaking, he pointed to Lu Xingzhe who hated iron and steel and said, You are also mentally ill. You can hack whoever Xi Nian asks you to. This time it was exposed together. I don't know how many people are waiting for you.

clean you up.

Xi Nian was listening beside him, and closed his eyes uncontrollably. For a moment, his complexion was frighteningly pale.

Lu Xingzhe didn't respond, he said thank you without any emotion, and before he finished his cigarette, he staggered to his feet from the ground.

Hong Biao said: Hey, where are you going, take my car.

Lu Xingzhe ignored him, and limped towards the street, his back was emaciated, like a homeless ghost, Xi Nian followed behind, never leaving.

Before he had taken two steps, there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling behind him, a bang, dull and desperate, followed by exclamations from the surrounding crowd one after another, as if something terrible had happened.

Lu Xingzhe paused.

Xi Nian froze, his breathing froze for a moment, then gradually recovered, he stretched out his hand from behind, covered Lu Xingzhe's eyes, and whispered: Don't look back,

Xi Nian said, Don't look back...

His hands were shaking, his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound, the piercing police siren was coming and going, and the siren of an ambulance was mixed in between, and the surrounding people were thrown into disarray.

Xi Nian seemed to want to cover up those messy voices, and started talking to Lu Xingzhe: The scandal with Qiao Zhi is fake, I lied to you, aren't you usually very smart, why do you believe it...

I didn't hurt you on purpose, I was just angry, I thought you really didn't care about me...

Lu Xingzhe, does your leg hurt...

Lu Xingzhe,

Xi Nian's tone was stiff, and his voice suddenly had an imperceptible numbness: Don't look back...

don't look back.

A rotten person, even dead, doesn't deserve another look.

However, no one could hear what he said, Lu Xingzhe stopped in his tracks, as if feeling something

Turning around, Xi Nian was afraid that he would see him, so he tightened his fingertips in a panic, but they went straight through his body, and then his brain shook, and he woke up from his sleep.

Wow—

Xi Nian sat up from the bed like an electric shock. When he realized that he woke up from the dream, his first reaction was to look for Lu Xingzhe, but he found nothing beside him. Just as he was about to get out of bed to look for it, he saw Lu Xingzhe sitting at the end of the bed. one person.

Lu Xingzhe turned his back to him, and for some reason, he maintained that position for a long time without moving, looking at the floor, as if in a daze.

Xi Nian's heart finally returned to its original place. He grabbed Lu Xingzhe's arm and was about to say something, but the other party grabbed his wrist with such a strong reaction that his wrist bones were almost crushed.

Xi Nian's pupils shrank slightly, and he called out tentatively: Lu Xingzhe.

Lu Xingzhe paused slightly when he heard the words, and as if he finally realized something, he slowly let go of him.

Xi Nian asked, What's wrong with you?

Lu Xingzhe glanced at him quietly, then looked away, silently scratched his hair, looking a little irritable: It's nothing, I had a dream.

Xi Nian wanted to say that he also had a dream, but he didn't say it. He hugged Lu Xingzhe into his arms from behind, and then slowly tightened his strength, as if he was afraid that someone would run away, but he still couldn't distinguish reality from the dream, and couldn't control it whispered: I'm sorry...

I'm sorry, I misunderstood you and hurt you too.

This sentence should have been said in my previous life.

Lu Xingzhe froze when he heard the words, and didn't relax for a long time, but Xi Nian didn't notice his strangeness, and pressed the person sideways, against his forehead, and then kissed densely, breathing intertwined, After a pause, he said, Lu Xingzhe, I like you.

This sentence should have been said a long time ago. Xi Nian didn't say it before because of his personality, but now he said it because he was afraid that one day he would never have the chance to say it.

He kissed Lu Xingzhe again, and found that it was not as difficult to say this sentence: I like you.

The kind I like very much.

As soon as Xi Nian finished speaking, his collar tightened, and then his gaze spun, and he was pressed against him. Lu Xingzhe leaned on his side, squinted his eyes, and seemed a little surprised: What did you say?

I don't know why, but I suddenly heard the meaning of a fight, and the scene was different from what I imagined.

Xi Young easily released the strength from his hand, then turned over and pressed Lu Xingzhe down again, and kissed his bright red lips like a dragonfly on water, his voice was indistinct: I said I like you.

He unbuttoned Lu Xingzhe, and the clothes slipped quietly to the ground, piled up into a wilted flower.

Lu Xingzhe unconsciously clenched Xi Nian's shoulders, and then slowly loosened them. His pale complexion was gradually flushed, and his brows were furrowed. He didn't know whether it was pain or joy. On the back of Nian's head, with his five fingers running through his thick hair, he said in a hoarse voice, Say it again.

Say it again……

Xi Nian didn't speak, wanting to devour him.

The corners of Lu Xingzhe's eyes were flushed red, and from the bed to the sofa, the sound of being tossed and tossed began to fragment. Xi Nian kissed his injured left leg, found his lips again, and hugged him fiercely in his arms. When Yu Yun was about to breathe, he said: If you say it a hundred times, it still means the same thing.

Lu Xingzhe's voice was hoarse and he couldn't speak. Xi Nian brushed his sweaty hair away, thinking of the untouchable in the dream, and through the temperature of his fingertips, he finally felt that the person in front of him was real.

The warm sun rose outside the window, dispelling the severe cold.

Xi Nian silently comforted Lu Xingzhe's back, hugged him quietly for a moment, then opened his eyes as if remembering something, and asked him in a low voice, What dream did you have?

Lu Xingzhe's chest rose and fell, he closed his eyes as if he was talking nonsense, and said angrily, I dreamed that you were looking for mistress.

Xi Nian said, It really is a dream.

He picked up his clothes and put them on, then carried Lu Xingzhe to the bathroom, he didn't know what he thought of, he paused, and said in a serious tone: I only have you, no one else.

Lu Xingzhe stared at him without saying a word, it was difficult to see any emotion in his dark eyes, after a while, he suddenly buried his face in Xi Nian's arms, slowly wrapped his arms around his neck, and hummed softly: I know.

Xi Nian asked, You really know?

Lu Xingzhe quietly raised his head from his embrace, his pupils dark and moist, and then kissed his neck: I really know. Please remember me: