Chapter 46 Feiyan

Chen Zhi lifted up a chair, stripped off his soaked clothes, washed his body and fed him.

When he approached with scissors, Feng Ran cursed and closed his eyes. The cold knife scraped across his body, and pieces of cloth peeled off.

When he entered him, he held a paintbrush in his mouth.

The vision was pitch black. Chen Zhi mumbled in his ear: "You just left ten minutes ago, and there's such a big commotion. Did you miss me so much?"

Feng Ran gritted his teeth and didn't answer. The honest reaction of his body had never embarrassed him more than at that moment.

Chen Zhi took a small brown bottle from the table and said: "Breathe."

He turned his head away: "Fuck you, I won't..."

Chen Zhi grabbed his hair and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

He had to raise his face, and the strange fragrance went into his throat in one gulp, and he had an urge to retch.

His body softened faster, like a puddle of mud, which could be manipulated at will.

Chen Zhi was still taciturn.

Amidst the whistling sounds of wind and rain, the only sound was his uncontrollable, growing louder and louder voice.

The brush was made of wolf hair, leaving marks on the body, and every inch it moved, it aroused a shudder. Chen Zhi was very satisfied, and reached out to take the palette, fiddling with it carefully, and said: "You don't know how beautiful you are now. Do you want to see it?"

Feng Ran straightened his body: "Get out!"

Shen Zhi chuckled, and became even more fierce. Seeing that he was shaking violently, he said: "At this time, you are willing to let me go."

Tears mixed with sweat flowed down, Feng Ran called for a stop, and Chen Zhi tore off the ribbon in front of his eyes and kissed him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

Feng Ran's voice trembled: "You fucking beast, no, worse than a beast... I shouldn't have helped you at all, you should have... stayed in the hospital, fended for yourself... I was so blind, ah..."

Shen Zhi said: "Yeah, one wrong step leads to another. Regret it, don't you?"

"I don't want to play anymore, do whatever you want. I beg you, let me go..."

Seeing that he was out of breath and wanted to leave, Shen Zhi said helplessly: "I can't leave."

"Let me go, let me go. I can't stand it anymore, you..."

Shen Zhi finally let go of him, releasing himself between gasps.

They pressed tightly together in an awkward position, their sweaty and hot bodies calmed down, and Shen Zhi stood up to wipe them.

Shen Zhi was quite experienced in dealing with him, and he probably knew how to make him feel comfortable or painful. I'm afraid no one else in the world knew as well as him. Unfortunately, Feng Ran no longer had much interest in this matter.

"We'll go out to sea, take you to a place no one knows about. We'll just be the two of us, living in peace and quiet. Undisturbed by anyone." He returned from washing his hands, stroked his hair, and said tenderly, "I've arranged everything. Don't worry."

Feng Ran had initially agreed, but when he heard what he said, his eyes suddenly widened, bulging out of their sockets.

Chen Zhi looked at him with a smile.

He was absolutely resolute, his voice hoarse, "I'm not going."

"Don't worry, everything will satisfy you," Chen Zhi said. "The weather, the traffic, the car, the decor of the house..."

"I'm not going! Don't you understand?" Feng Ran interrupted sharply. "Have you ever considered how I feel? I'm not going. I don't want to go. I don't care how much you say, I just don't want to go." Chen

Zhi's smile faded, and he said nothing. "I understand."

He didn't bring it up again for several days, but Feng Ran was certain he wouldn't give up so easily. He was on edge, constantly aware of his behavior.

The chair was specially designed to be spacious, flexible, and adjustable. Without the annoying twine, it was every bit as comfortable as a bed. Feng Ran was a light sleeper. Even before dawn, when Chen Zhi opened the door, he frightened him, his eyes opening instantly. He demanded in a booming voice, "Where are you going?" Shen

Zhi, startled, turned back and said, "I'm taking out the trash."

He glared at him, saying, "You're kidding me! It's only so late."

Shen Zhi put down the trash bag, walked back, and touched his forehead.

"It's not burning, why are you talking nonsense?"

Afraid that Shen Zhi would abandon him again, he suppressed his discomfort and said, "I'm feeling a little uncomfortable. Can you let me go?"

Shen Zhi agreed.

They didn't take out the trash they were about to throw away. They lay in bed until dawn, eyes wide open, silent.

As sunlight streamed in, Feng Ran spoke, "Would you like to go back with me?"

"To your hometown?"

"Yes."

"You're going back with a man, in front of all your relatives and friends, to live in your old house. He's risking everything, but are you ready to be with him forever? This is more than just a relationship."

"..." Feng Ran remained silent. Was it really that complicated?

Chen Zhi smiled. "I'm glad you have this idea. But it's really not very practical. You mentioned it to me before, but you were probably just talking, right?"

"Of course not!" Feng Ran said, "I'm serious."

"Then where will we live? How are you going to introduce me to others? You're not very persistent. If one day you get tired of this life, where will I go?"

"My mom left us two houses, which Feng Qing and I will split in half. I'll sell my house, save some money, and buy a new one. As for a partner, a boyfriend, or something else, you can introduce me to anyone you want." Feng Ran was helpless. "I won't get tired of it. You think so badly of me."

"Really?" He replied calmly. "How long was your longest relationship?"

"You can't compare like that. If I date someone for too long, it would be so unfair to you."

Chen Zhi seemed convinced.

Feng Ran was trying to please him. They didn't have much conflict for a few days, and they even went out to buy groceries together.

He secretly calculated that under the current circumstances, leaving would be impossible for the time being. It would be more appropriate if Chen Zhi could agree to let him go home and discuss things in the long run.

Besides, in his house, Shen Zhi would never tie him up like this.

If the time comes, it will be easier to resist, and he won't be so isolated and helpless now.

But he still underestimated Shen Zhi's determination.

After dinner that day, without giving him any mental preparation, Shen Zhi solemnly announced: "We have a flight tomorrow morning. The visa and other necessary documents are ready. My things will be packed and sent over later. Go to bed early tonight."

He stared at him, his heart suddenly aching.

Putting down his chopsticks, suppressing the urge to curse, he took a deep breath and said: "Listen to me, Shen Zhi, I can't control what you want to do, but you... have to let me go. We shouldn't have anything to do with each other anymore. Let yourself go, and let me go. I really can't continue to waste time with you."

"What if I don't?" Shen Zhi stared at him in a small space.

Feng Ran's face darkened, and the veins on his forehead throbbed a few times. He tried his best to keep his tone calm: "Don't be willful. I admit that I was wrong at the beginning. I shouldn't have been with you so easily. But I definitely haven't let you down, nor have I done you any wrong. Xiao Muzi was an accident, but I don't know how I provoked He Chuan. I explained this to you so that you don't think too much. We are really not suitable, don't force it. As for what you said about going to sea or something, it's even more of a fantasy. I won't go with you this time."

"So you were lying when you said you'd take me home a few days ago?"

"I do think so, but you never give me a chance."

Chen Zhi seemed to have completely ignored him, staring at him. "No. If you don't come with me, I'll follow you wherever you go. I'll be with you forever."

At that moment, Feng Ran's mind nearly lost him. He abruptly stood up, overturning the table, spilling food and splattering juices everywhere.

"You follow me, even if I die, you follow me too. Then let's just die together!"

Shen Zhi took a step back. "What did you say?"

The words were like spilled water. Even when Feng Ran realized he'd lost control of his emotions and said something he shouldn't have, it was too late.

Shen Zhi looked shocked and sad. He lowered his eyes and looked at the mess on the floor.

He said with a cruel heart, "I said if you don't let me go, I'll die here."

"You'd rather this... than be with me? Do I really disgust you?"

Feng Ran's forehead ached. If banging his head against his head now would bring him peace, he'd be more than happy.

Shen Zhi lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. When he spoke again, his face had turned cold and his tone was fierce: "You can't leave."

He opened the drawer and shook a piece of white paper in front of Feng Ran, then lightly patted it on his chest.

He looked at it carefully and his eyelids jumped.

Death certificate.

His name was written in black and white.

"Feng Ran, you may not have understood the situation yet. Before I left that day, the studio exploded unexpectedly. I escaped, but you didn't." Shen Zhi's words were full of mockery, "You, in the eyes of everyone, are already a dead man, at the age of twenty-seven... You don't have to rush to die with me. From today on, you can only live in my world and you can no longer escape."

Feng Ran suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

He blinked slowly and said subconsciously: "...How, how is it possible."

"How is it impossible. Do you know where I went at night? I contacted Shen Yuan in advance and asked him to find some connections at the hospital. You also know that he has several friends from special family backgrounds. Who would have thought that there happened to be a person of about the same height, weight and age as you who was burned beyond recognition due to a spontaneous combustion and explosion of a car. He has been arranged to be cremated." Shen Zhi looked at him quietly, "You see, the time and the place are right."

The air was quiet in an instant.

Shen Zhi's senses suddenly became unusually sensitive. He heard the drumbeat of Feng Ran's heartbeat in astonishment, and also heard the hatred rising from the ground.

He saw a pair of big hands, tightly grasping everything in their past, until that little bit of love and sorrow was wiped out, they would not stop.

He Chuan pushed open the door, and under a beam of cold light, a man holding a guitar sat on the stage, skillfully plucking a series of chords. His voice was gentle and lonely, like snow in the mountains and wind on the cliff.

Silent in your corner,

please don't say too much

. Loving you is my

fault, it's my

tragedy. My story isn't special at all

. Why should we have it all to ourselves

?...

He Chuan sat down at the bar, tapping his fingers to the beat. When the song ended, the man raised his eyelids and said, "I'm here." He

Chuan said, "Yeah."

The man hummed a tune and stood up, emerging with a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a box of chips.

He ate slowly, while the man drank sip by sip.

"You'll be staying a few days this time," he said. "You're not leaving tomorrow again, are you?"

"Maybe."

The man tilted his head. "Why? Is it still because of that guy?" He

Chuan acquiesced.

"What's wrong with him?"

He Chuan slowly wiped his mouth and said, "He's in some trouble."

"So?"

"I'll lend you some money." He raised his eyes. "Thank you, Chu Ming."

The other man spat out a mouthful of wine.

"You came here just for this?!"

"Yeah."

"Tell me a lie." Chu Ming was furious. "For example, because you care about me or something..."

"Oh."

"Otherwise, don't even think about borrowing a dime from me."

He Chuan said embarrassedly: "Okay, I thought of you, so..."

"That's enough," Chu Ming said, "so disgusting."

He Chuan shut up silently.

"How much do you want?" he asked, "Where's your money? Haven't you been saving it for a long time?"

"Eight thousand. I spent a lot of it in the hospital."

Chu Ming took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one and put it in his mouth, looking at He Chuan, wondering what he was thinking.

He Chuan turned his head away to avoid the choking smoke.

"What makes you think I would lend you money? You want to pursue a man, and I even provide you with funds. What am I? An ATM machine?"

He Chuan lowered his eyes. The real reason was simple and unpretentious. He only had this one friend.

They had been entangled for many years.

"Also, now you come to my place, either to bring someone for a free meal or to borrow money. How can I look at you in the future? The last time you came here, I helped you look for houses and land. That's good enough, right?"

"Yes."

"Then how did you treat me?" Chu Ming pressed the cigarette butt hard into the ashtray. "I get annoyed whenever I see you. Whose fault is it?"

He Chuan said, "I'm sorry." He stood up and was about to leave.

Chu Ming stepped forward and took his arm.

"Just an sorry?" he said viciously, "Just three words, and that's it?"

He Chuan said, "I didn't know I caused you so much trouble. I won't bother you in the future."

"This is not the attitude of an apology."

He Chuan had no choice: "Then..."

"Sell yourself."

"Huh?"

Chu Ming said jokingly: "Sell yourself to me, and I will forgive you. Kiss me and I'll give you two thousand."

"..." He Chuan turned around and "left."

"Don't go," Chu Ming said, "Wait, I'll get the money."

"Forget it... I'll think of other ways."

Chu Ming stared at him: "Method? What other ways do you have? You gave up a good livelihood and had to chase him, running all over the world. It's been so many years, do you think he will really be with you?"

He Chuan knew that he would be scolded, so he listened silently.

"If he knew what you were thinking, shouldn't he still have fun and sleep? Has he changed for the better? Even if it's just that he resists looking for someone else when he's with you. If he even cares about you at all, I lose!" "

What I think has nothing to do with him."

Chu Ming was furious with him. After a long while, he said, "You're f**king pissing me off. What on earth do you like about him?"

He Chuan didn't say anything. Yeah, what was so good about Feng Ran that made him obsessed with him for so many years. To be honest, he didn't think about this question. During the years when Feng Ran went abroad, he once thought he had forgotten him.

But after hearing that he was back, she still ran to Jiang City without hesitation, just thinking, let's take another look.

Take another look, are you the same as in memory.

Chu Ming tapped his forehead, pulled him back from his thoughts, and said: "I'll lend you the money. But you have to promise me one thing."

"If I can do it."

"You can do it." Chu Ming said, "Promise me, don't do hopeless things. If he doesn't come back with you this time, you are not allowed to look for him again. There is only this one chance." "

But..."

"No buts. As long as he comes back with you and is willing to give you a chance, I will never say another word. People always let go of themselves, right?" He smiled at He Chuan, "You too, me too."