Zhong Chen was awakened by a nightmare.

In the dream, after Qi Linqing knew his identity in the previous life, he despised him with extremely cold eyes.

"The gentleman has a cloud, the deceiver...must break up."

The other party threw off this indifferent word, turned and left.

There was a sudden downpour on the street.

The sky was soaked by the rain, and it was ruined very carefully.

He watched the back of the other party drifting away, melting into the gloomy sea and rain.

Zhong Chen's face was pale and he was trying to catch up and stay.

Then he woke up.

The shirt was sticking to his back, and he was startled in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

Zhong Chen woke up and touched the side of the bed vaguely.

There was no one beside the bed.

This recognition made him very uneasy.

"Qi Linqing?" he cried.

The curtains in the room were tightly drawn. The air was still filled with the intense aura of desire last night.

Zhong Chen turned over and got out of bed, stretched to his hips in abrupt movements, and almost stopped suddenly.

He felt as if he had gone on a long march last night. The bones all fell apart.

Zhong Chen hurriedly opened the bedroom door.

He panted and ran into the living room, but was suddenly stunned.

The apartment is well-lit, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows shining in a burst of warm and bright sunlight in the morning.

The light fell on the man who was busy in the kitchen, and was plated with a light golden circle.

Wearing a pink cartoon apron, the man brought out the breakfast in the pot and put it on the table.

"Are you awake?" He turned around and smiled slightly at Zhong Chen.

The light fell on the man's cheek. At this moment, his eyes were full of tenderness.

The fur-like animal was instantly comforted by the owner's big hand, Zhong Chen's breathing calmed down, walked forward to hug the other party, and rubbed his head against his neck.

"It's kind of you to make me breakfast." Zhong Chen muttered.

Qi Linqing: "Isn't this a normal thing?"

"Hehe, I'm afraid you will run away." Zhong Chen pulled the chair away and sat down, picked up the spoon and stirred the porridge in the bowl, and sent it to his mouth.

The hot soft rice instantly envelops the taste buds.

Zhong Chen smacked his lips contentedly.

Qi Linqing was inexplicably vague, but did not reveal the slightest on his face.

"Where can I go?" He said nonchalantly: "I just want to run into your heart now."

"Puff——" Zhong Chen spit out the porridge directly.

In the middle of Qi Linqing's pants. Crotch.

He woke up in the morning and casually took a piece of Zhong Chen's pants and put it on.

Khaki, a little tight.

With a wet shadow, it looks very much like a map of China sprinkled with rice grains.

Zhong Chen: "..."

Qi Linqing: "..."

"I'm sorry." Zhong Chen hurriedly took out a napkin and tried to wipe the other party. "I didn't mean it... It's just that you rarely talk about this kind of earthy love story. I was a little bit thundered."

Qi Linqing's forehead blue tendons jumped slightly, a little helpless:

"You got thundered?"

Zhong Chen nodded, "Yes, ... the sky is rolling."

Qi Linqing: "...Sorry, I won't say it next time."

Zhong Chen immediately said: "Don't, you can tell me something."

Qi Linqing: "?"

Zhong Chen kept his face smiling and said: "I also hope that I can be electrocuted harder, so I can withstand it."

Qi Linqing: "???"

this.

After eating breakfast, Zhong Chen is about to go to work.

As an entrepreneurial college student at school, he has to deal with a lot of things every day, and it is normal to work until midnight.

From a certain level, he and Qi Linqing are actually the same kind of people who focus on career.

Qi Linqing escorted him downstairs, pretending that everything is business as usual. He even gave him an intimate parting kiss.

Qi Linqing often has this Gujing Wubo expression.

No one can figure out the turbulent undercurrent in his heart.

Before getting on the bus, Zhong Chen waved to Qi Linqing, "Remember to send me a message when you go back to school."

"okay."

Qi Linqing's gaze crossed the car window and fell on the secretary Liang Mingshan who was sitting in the passenger seat.

The glass reflected the delicate profile of the youth.

Unexpectedly, I could see each other again after many years.

Once the immature and young boy grew up, it's no wonder he didn't recognize it at first sight.

Taking a closer look now, Qi Linqing can feel that there is indeed a shadow on Liang Mingshan's face.

But he was very strange that both he and Zhong Chen had borrowed other people's bodies when they traveled into this world.

But the other person's appearance hasn't changed.

Mingshan recognizes the Lord.

This is the case with the personal servants raised by the capital family since childhood. The concept of master and servant has been deeply rooted in their minds for generations.

And Qi Linqing knew that Mingshan and Liang Luoduan had a very good relationship.

Then contact the various details before.

There is a 90% chance that Zhong Chen is Liang Luoduan.

It's like intermittent dotted lines. After getting important clues connected, everything makes sense.

Qi Linqing calmly left the Tomson apartment.

He was not in a hurry to take a taxi back.

It's walking aimlessly on the street.

The wind was strong and cold, and the plane trees on the roadside were blown down.

Qi Linqing saw the 7-11 convenience store on the side of the road and pushed in.

He remembered one day late at night.

Also on the side of the convenience store, a large truck drove by.

Even if Zhong Chen was hit, he wanted to protect the ancient painting he ghosted Yuan Sihao.

It turns out that everything has a cause and effect since then.

The funny thing is that he didn't notice it at all.

A new message pops up on the phone.

Zhong Chen: [Are you not at school yet]

[arrive. ]

Qi Linyi typed his reply by hand, and leaned over from the box and grabbed a handful of pink strawberry-flavored lollipops.

After checking out, he walked out of the convenience store.

Before I knew it, it was late autumn.

Pedestrians on the road wore windbreakers and sweaters.

This is the old town of city B. The alleys, the winding old alleys, the blue tiles and gray walls left over from ancient times, and the tall buildings behind them form the phantom of the sea.

Students with schoolbags and red scarves are waiting for the school bus. The uncle at the entrance of the hutong carried the iron cage with the bird on his back.

A man in a suit and tie walked into the subway station. The old man walking the dog, and the middle-aged woman who came out of the vegetable market with a basket on his back, swayed slowly.

The old breakfast shop smelled of steamed buns, and the boss bent over to make soy milk in an iron bucket.

Qi Linqing didn't know where to go, so he stopped and stood on the side of the road for a while.

The tramp who emerged from the alley nearby rolled up the newspaper and glanced at him strangely.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

Qi Linqing shook his head.

The homeless man took out a pack of cheap cigarettes from his pocket, fumbled it out and handed it to him, saying:

"Come on, little brother, you are welcome."

"Sorry, I don't smoke." Qi Linqing declined.

"Don't pull it down." The homeless man put the cigarette behind his ear, looked at him and asked, "What's the matter with this miserable face? I broke up? Was cheated?"

Qi Linqing: "No."

"Then bankruptcy? The business is not going well? Someone in the family has passed away? Found out that I have cancer?"

"Neither." Qi Linqing said vaguely: "Just, a little thing."

For these emotional blows, life and death, the sense of morality that he has encountered so far is really nothing.

Homeless man: "Is that big thing worth worrying about a handsome guy like you? Just listen to me, learn to smoke, just a cigarette, make sure you forget all the troubles."

Qi Linqing smiled, "You are right."

Calm down, Qi Linqing reconciles with his heart.

This matter is not worth worrying about.

Let it pass, and there is no need to worry about the past.

The important thing is that he and Zhong Chen are truthful every minute and every second.

There is no need to let each other know the truth.

[Apprentice Liang Luoduan is not dead.

And, he became his lover]

When Qi Linqing passed by the bookstore, he also bought some books related to Liang Luoduan.

But the basic selections are history books and biographies.

The clerk noticed this scene and stepped forward to recommend it to him, "Look at this "Look at the book "Look at Liang Guoshi", the new series of Jinjiang author Sagawa Chuan, the meat is overflowing, not to be missed, the store is almost out of stock this year... "

Qi Linqing gave a light cough, saw the three entangled men on the cover, and asked with some doubts:

"Is this telling the story of Liang Guoshi and who?"

Clerk: "Oh, this is 3p, the infatuation and sadomasochism of Master Liang Guoshi and the emperor, and Master Bai Yueguang who have been in love for many years."

Qi Linqing: "..."

absurd!

What's even more hateful is that he actually saw Zhong Chen buying the entire series in the apartment!

Did the other party have any bad thoughts about the emperor? !

"Sun Tzu's Art of War" has a cloud, knowing oneself, knowing the enemy, and winning every battle.

Qi Linqing sullenly threw the entire volume of "Lost in Love with Liang Guoshi" into the shopping basket.

He wanted to see what else this author could make up.

The scene of the new book launch of "Love with Liang Guoshi".

The atmosphere was very hot, and there were long queues of readers waiting outside.

Interview session.

The host handed the microphone in front of the author and asked: "Da Chuan Chuan, I heard that you are a derivative fan of Liang Luoduan. At present, you have written three works with him as the protagonist, and they are very popular. I heard that they have been sold now. Will the copyright be adapted into a movie?"

"Yes." The author nodded.

Moderator: "Currently, many netizens question your abuse of history, and have a lot of personal feelings about Liang Luoduan's role. What do you want to say about this?"

"Uh, I want to say, I write novels, please don't take it seriously. But I have never abused history. Everything I write is based on historical records. Just like Liang Luoduan’s fixed CP master in my article, it’s me. After checking a certain partial history, it is a conclusive record that Liang Luoduan once said that he had strange feelings for a teacher who taught him painting in his childhood."

"Although we still don’t know who this mysterious master’s identity is, but based on reality, we can have rich imagination. For example, because Liang Luoduan entered Beijing with a full and half official position, he began to push With Fu Yi and vigorously supporting the Southern School. At present, most Jinjiang authors think that his master may be the painting saint Fu Yi."

"Whatever. We have no evidence for these. However, Liang Luoduan is good at Longyang, but it is an indisputable fact in history."

The author paused here, and did not forget to put in an advertisement: "By the way, my last work "Those Love History that Emperor Liang Luoduan Have to Say" will soon be adapted into a TV series. Please stay tuned!"

...

That night, Qi Linqing read the whole series of novels by Zuochuanchuan at night.

There is a lot of weird content inside.

For example, the master in the story of "Being in Love with Liang Guoshi", because Liang Luoduan was in class for a while, he had to make him kneel on a snowy night.

Qi Linqing is unbelievable, hasn't the author thought that this is a very unreasonable thing?

How can an unknown painter have the right to torture the prominent children of aristocratic families.

Furthermore, why does the worse the Master treats Liang Luoduan, the more Liang Luoduan loves him?

Later, the master went to jail.

Liang Luoduan committed himself to the emperor with tears in order to save him...

What kind of **** plot is this?

Qi Linqing couldn't understand, but was shocked.

And the more I look at it, the more angry it gets.

The author has something to say: Qi Linqing: Reading a novel also makes me jealous. Is there anything wrong with the author?