Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Don’t you think your courtship will be a blow to you…
Why can't it be love?
Zhang Jiaze said he was avoiding his feelings. In this situation, he needed to train himself to face the other person directly. He was already trying, but after just a moment's hesitation, the other person got the answer before him.
Then he denied everything.
Yan Pei felt that everything was terrible and he could never get what he wanted.
His life was twisted and unhappy from the very beginning. What he had fought so hard for was lost seven years ago and could never be found again.
Cen Xue sighed.
He said, "Do you really love me? Lu Yanxi knew that she had to get my permission."
Yan Pei subconsciously said, "Could it be that restraint is love?"
Cen Xue: "Is it okay to just plunder like you? —Okay, maybe some people like it, but I don't."
The two parted on bad terms.
After Cen Xue left, Yan Pei stared at the album that Cen Xue liked for a long time until his eyes became sore and bloodshot. Whenever he closed his eyes, he felt a piercing pain and tears came out.
He suddenly felt like vomiting and leaned over the cupboard to vomit, knocking over a few ornaments that fell to the ground.
The same question that Cen Xue asked Yan Sheng was also asked by Yan Yanfei: Do you really love me?
The difference between Yan Pei and Yan Sheng is that Yan Sheng said: Ge Fei, no matter what, I definitely love you.
Yan Pei, who witnessed everything at that time, felt that his father was disgusting.
Why is it disgusting?
...Maybe, she felt that this man had caused his mother so much sadness, but he still upheld the name of love.
Yan Pei rushed to the bathroom.
He clutched the wall of the sink in pain, but nothing came out.
Panting heavily, he didn't turn on the faucet, but water kept dripping. He didn't dare to look up, for fear of seeing himself in the mirror.
Was he hurtful to Cen Xue by doing that?
Wouldn't that mean he would become the same person as Yan Sheng?
Now he has a choice before him: whether to continue falling into the abyss.
Thinking has inertia. At this moment, Yan Pei was thinking that the real Xu Lin on the tombstone was a boy with round eyes, a silly smile, and a kind of childishness that contradicted his age, and Fu Rouyun's eyes were very similar to his.
If Xu Lin is the one Cen Xue misses...
Does it also mean that he doesn't love Fu Rouyun?
For a moment, Yan Pei wondered whether he should spread his pain.
If he doesn't have a good life, others can't expect to have an easy life either.
*
Yan Pei washed his face.
He didn't even take off his clothes, but turned the shower head on full blast, as if that would calm him down. The water was icy cold, and after more than ten minutes, he still felt a bit hot. With his body still wet, he went to the refrigerator and stuffed a few ice cubes into his mouth.
The sound of chewing was heard, Yan Pei stood there expressionlessly, and water drops fell to the ground, forming a circle of dark water marks.
Like a cold and violent water ghost.
Thinking about which unfortunate person to use as a scapegoat.
Names flashed through his mind one by one, and then he thought of Yan Zijiao.
Someone who should have nothing to do with the dispute between them.
After all, even if the real Xu Lin was Cen Xue's brother and he gave a perfect endorsement for his escape, there were still too many contradictions. Yan Pei thought that when Cen Xue disappeared, he made a big fuss and was put in solitary confinement. It was Yan Zijiao who told others the news.
The news is there, but the person is dead.
The death certificate is clearly in front of us, with a fresh stamp on it, and the facts are beyond doubt.
He still remembered that he didn't believe it at the time, and Yan Zijiao said in the most disgusting tone of an elder: He is free, do you still want to torture him?
Torture? Yan Pei was absurd and disdainful. After all, in his opinion, living with Cen Xue was better than ever.
If he is alive, I want to see him; if he is dead, I want to see his body. If I can't see the body, I want to see his ashes to know why he died.
Yan Zijiao had no choice but to say, "Drowned." It was in the river just outside the urban village. The surveillance camera captured him diving in without hesitation, sinking to the very bottom. He was finally reeled out with a ruthless hook. It's clear how much he didn't want to see you again. Just give up.
These words were the starting point for the buzzing in Yan Pei's head.
The creative people were originally mentally unstable, and later on they became even more confused.
By the time he regained some consciousness, he had already been sent abroad and had no way of finding out what was happening back home.
...Yan Zijiao, Yan Zijiao, Yan Pei silently repeated his cousin's name, almost gritting his teeth in the end.
That incident back then must have been his doing!
Yan Pei took off his clothes, as if getting rid of a burden, then put a bath towel on himself and made a phone call.
"Mr. Yan, what can I do for you?" Cindy's voice came.
"I want Yan Zijiao's schedule."
After saying that, he hung up the phone without leaving any room for negotiation.
Yan Pei knew that the secretary would definitely tell Yan Zijiao, and Yan Zijiao would definitely agree to give him the schedule. This was exactly the effect he wanted.
After so many years, Yan Pei thought he had become indifferent to this cousin with whom he rarely interacted.
Unexpectedly, just by suppressing everything, Mars continued to explode and multiply.
Their blood connection gave them an inexplicable tacit understanding. In just a quarter of an hour, Yan Pei received Yan Zijiao's detailed schedule.
There was more than one rest day in between, and Yan Zijiao was waiting for him to make a move.
Yan Pei just chose to be patient.
Perhaps it was a premonition, or perhaps it was because he had been in this circle for so long that he had developed a sense of responsibility, so he took care of all the work first.
When Liu Ping learned that he was going to take a break, he was shocked: "No way, won't your courtship be a setback?!"
"That's half right."
Yan Pei chuckled and lit a cigarette.
He knows a little, but he hasn't smoked for a long time. As a singer, protecting his voice is basic common sense.
But recently, if he didn't use nicotine to suppress his restlessness, he might not even be able to finish his work.
Being at the top for a long time leads to inertia. Yan Pei is a bit of a perfectionist and does not allow himself to make mistakes, so he can only rely on external forces.
Hearing that Yan Pei didn't laugh or scold or refute as usual, Liu Ping asked cautiously: "Are you really okay?"
"It's really nothing," he exhaled a cloud of smoke, which never went beyond his lungs. "I just felt like I haven't had a good rest in all these years, so I wanted to find a place to sleep."
Liu Ping: "You'd better just sleep soundly and remember to stay faithful, otherwise I won't support your love."
Yan Pei couldn't help but tell him to get lost.
That’s right, Liu Ping rolled away comfortably.
…
Probably one night later, Yan Pei drove to where Yan Zijiao lived.
He had just finished his last recent job and drove away without removing his makeup. The property management of the residential complex where Yan Zijiao lived was strict, and the security guard notified him and got a reply before letting him go.
Yan Pei couldn't help but slam the horn before driving in.
The security guard was startled and muttered, "He's like the Monkey King, and he's even going crazy."
It was too late at night and all I could see were the glittering glitters of the stage makeup.
Ten minutes later, Yan Pei sat down in Yan Zijiao's house.
"Looking at this posture, it seems like you want to interrogate me."
Because it was a day off, Yan Zijiao only wore casual clothes to soften some of his sharpness.
If you ignore what they say, they seem like cousins with a good relationship.
He gave Yan Pei a glass of water.
Yan Pei didn't answer, and raised his chin: "Isn't there enough that you've hidden from me?"
"Looks like I'm going to call you to task," Yan Zijiao said, sitting on the sofa across from him. "I've been hiding a lot from you. After all, there's a lot at the company I can't reveal. If anything goes wrong, I'll be the first to suspect you."
You're welcome.
But they always talk like this, with sarcasm in their voices.
Yan Pei suddenly asked, "Are the company executives sitting comfortably?"
Yan Zijiao: "If that's what you came for, it's a bit late."
"It's indeed too late, and it's also because I wasn't clear-headed," Yan Pei said, "It took me seven years to react."
The words were clear enough.
At this point, Yan Zijiao looked him straight in the eye, his eyes cold: "I don't know what else you want? I made it clear enough back then."
Yan Pei simply said, "Xu Lin is not dead."
"Xu Lin? Who?"
Yan Zijiao showed a look of reminiscence, as if he really didn't remember this person. After a while, he said "oh".
"Have you ever met someone with the same name or surname, or someone who looks alike?"
Then he said with some concern: "Have you not let it go yet? Don't make your aunt worry. She fell ill because of you and took care of her for two or three years."
What Yan Pei hated most was his attitude of acting on behalf of Yan Yanfei.
But he had repeated the same curse words too many times. In a few years, he would be thirty years old and he didn't want to say it anymore.
Yan Pei suddenly felt a little tired.
Yan Zijiao also reminded: "If you are in the circle, you must do things cleanly."
Yan Pei couldn't help but: "What do you think I'm going to do?!"
"A body double?" Yan Zijiao guessed, his tone calm. "If you must have something to say to comfort me, I can't stop you. This is a very common thing. Several actors have had similar situations, and I've helped resolve quite a few of them."
The spark that was about to rekindle in Yan Pei's heart was about to be suffocated before it was completely ignited.
When provocation fails to cause any fluctuation in the other party, it is meaningless.
He knew that the more Yan Zijiao guarded against it, the more likely it was that there was something fishy going on.
But there is nothing to ask tonight.
Yan Pei was sure that there was more to be discovered, so he decided to leave.
Yan Zijiao was still acting when he sent him off: "If you are sure you want to maintain a relationship with that look-alike, you can tell me first and I will ask the crisis PR department to make a contingency plan."
Yan Zijiao’s answer was the elevator door slamming shut without mercy.
When the door closed, it stirred up dust and splashed all over Yan Zijiao's face.
At this moment, the lights in the corridor happened to be out, and the only light source was the floor displayed in the elevator. The cold numbers emitted a little blue light, reflecting on his face.
He returned home only after seeing the floor number reached the first floor.
When he got home, he ignored the untouched glass of water in the living room, and instead used the key to open one of the rooms.
The light in the room was on. He looked inside and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know he would come looking for me so suddenly. I can only let you hide here for a while."
"It's okay. I don't want to see him either."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Xue's figure appeared behind the door.
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