Qin Hao didn't like this sense of decadence very much, as if the whole person had become useless under this sense of decadence.

An inexplicable sense of loss came to his heart, Qin Hao was not a hypocritical person, but when he saw that self at this moment, his heart was hurting.

It was as if the nicotine in that cigarette was penetrating his own lungs.

A cold, lonely life.

Qin Hao couldn't help but imagine himself in another world, the self in the galaxy who became the guardian of Eendi and the president of cosmic relations. In this world, the starting point is high enough, and on this starting point, you will get what you want by working hard. No matter where you go, you are the place of light, just like billions of stars revolve around you, and everything is born because of yourself.

And now, H City's self is so embarrassed, like a lost dog. Without a foundation, without a future, you can't even pray for forgiveness.

"Huh~!"

With a screeching sound of brakes, a blood-red BMW X5 pulled to the side of the road. The window of the car was quickly rolled down, and a tactful voice rang out: "Wen Feng! ”

The hooded man covered his head and ran briskly forward, ignoring the woman's voice.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Wen Feng, what about you! The smiling face of the woman in the car gradually froze, and then she slammed the car door and shouted to the man running in front of her: "Come home with me, let's talk!" ”

The sound pierced the sky and echoed through the narrow road, and the people walking around looked towards it with doubt.

"Go back, I'm not going back with you!" Wen Feng stopped and responded loudly.

Qin Hao stared at the man in the picture, and the scenes poured into his mind, and his face couldn't help but sink.

Wen Feng, an elite special soldier of the Jiaolong Squadron in the Southern Theater of Operations, was wounded and discharged from the army in the battle for the island of Country Y in the South China Sea. When I was studying at the Z Provincial Police College, I met An Nan, a high-achieving student of Z University, who not only had excellent grades but also had unique insights in biochemistry and pharmaceuticals, and was favored by the multinational company Kalein Federal Pharmaceutical, headquartered in the United States, and went to Southeast Asia's R&D base in country Y for scientific research and development.

For the sake of An Nan's safety, An Jia deliberately chose Wen Feng as his entourage and was responsible for protecting all the safety of An Nan in Country Y. To Qin Hao's somewhat surprise, Wen Feng then thwarted several technical attacks by international mafia against An Nan, and captured An Nan's heart after blocking a gun.

After the contract expired, An Nan chose to return to China to start a business and established Wen'an Biopharmaceutical in the National High-tech Park in H City. In the same year, the two got married, and Wen Feng settled down.

A perfect answer sheet, every family is an only child, and the parents are highly educated. Let the two people who are devoted to their careers not care about the cumbersomeness, these red tapes. It seems that everything is so beautiful and peaceful, Wen Feng and An Nan have even become a famous fairy couple in the eyes of the people around them.

Qin Hao sat cross-legged in the black and white space, touched his chin and smiled. Somewhat different from Meng Yao controlled by Xia Duoduo, Qin Hao and Wen Feng seemed to be their next life, with the same soul imprint, and every thought and action was like a person, 100% integrated.

It's like Qin Hao in the 32nd century and Wen Feng in the 21st century collide with each other at this point. In an instant, Qin Hao seemed to have detached himself from the feeling of directing this kind of computer player behind the scenes, as if he was role-playing, and completely entered this era. All of Wen Feng's thoughts and senses could be perceived by Qin Hao, and all his emotions seemed to be immersive.

But they can't speak, they can't communicate, they can't even make a mark.

Perhaps it was this state that made Wen Feng's whole person become anxious, and he often got up from bed in the middle of the night, barefoot, took out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and leaned against the balcony to look into the distance.

After a long time, An Nan's eyes were full of worry, but because he took into account Wen Feng's emotions, he attributed his behavior to the sequelae of the war, and helped him contact H Cheng Third Hospital and the Affiliated Hospital of Z University Medical College for psychological intervention.

What's even worse is that Qin Hao's only love vow to Xia Duoduo made him resist the dragon and phoenix between Wen Feng and An Nan, and his behavior became even more weird. The bad mood that was almost out of control even affected An Nan.

Tianyi Wangjiang Pavilion is a villa mansion near the Qiantang River, and the developer has established schools, shops, city squares and other supporting facilities in the surrounding area, and it has become a ceiling real estate in the entire H city with a high rent per square meter.

Building 17 is because of the proximity to the river view, becoming the most fierce real estate in the city's nouveau riche, the wall lamp of room 02 on the 21st floor was turned on, and the light gray linen wrapped the whole room into a secret love nest.

On the soft big bed, Wen Feng and An Nan hugged each other tightly and kissed each other. As the temperature of the room gradually rose, clothes were scattered on the floor.

But just when An Nan's red lips opened slightly and he was drenched in sweat, Wen Feng suddenly lifted the quilt, rushed to the bathroom barefoot, twisted the faucet to the maximum, and sat on the ground dejectedly, letting the water splash spill out.

An Nan brushed her hair and asked softly in the direction of the bathroom, "Honey, what's wrong with you?" ”

"I'm fine," Wen Feng said hoarsely with his head in his hands. He turned on the water heater with his backhand, and with a low sob, he let the water splash down and flow down every inch of his body.

An Nan pursed her lips tightly, her eyes flashed with confusion, but she still walked to the bathroom, gently hugged Wen Feng's head, stroked his hair with her hand, and coaxed softly: "If you have something, just tell me, don't hold it in your heart alone." ”

"It's okay," Wen Feng hooked the corners of his mouth upward, his eyes were hesitant, like a lost person who couldn't find his way home.

An Nan hung his head, taking all this in his eyes, looking at Wen Feng's eyes full of softness, but his heart was dripping blood. Even she, a leader in the medical field and the president of a powerful listed company, can't know what happened to Wen Feng.

All medical indicators are completely normal, and there is no problem. But now Wen Feng, the symptoms that appear on his body are a precursor to schizophrenia, and the reason may be the trauma left by the war.

There is absolutely nothing to do with the spirit here. An Nan didn't know how to do it, or even how to do it, she knew that she loved him and was the only one in each other's lives.

never thought that this would happen, and even the skin-to-skin intimacy between the two of them couldn't do it. Looking at Wen Feng's trembling body, An Nan knew that the last chance for the two to blend had been lost, and the former mountain and sea alliance between the two no longer existed.

Such regret reminded An Nan of the previous love between the two for a day and a night, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

One day husband and wife for a hundred days, but now the relationship between the two has entered three years of illness, and the former passion has become the current iceberg.

Perhaps, temporarily separated. It's the best fit for the two.

However, she couldn't let go of this first and only man in her life.

Maybe it would be better if he could conceive his child? An Nan lowered his head and pressed it against Wen Feng's forehead.

The autumn rain was pouring outside, hitting the balcony and shattering into a cloud of rain and mist, washing away the city after a tired day.

In the dead of night, who is crying.

Love without a soul eventually becomes a numbing drag when you get along, and it is more fragile than love in suffering. As soon as the sun comes out, on

Melted.

It rained heavily all night, so that the next day the weather was dark and oppressive, and it fell heavily on the hearts of the two people, a little heavy.

"It's time to eat," An Nan made breakfast and whispered to Wen Feng, who was sitting at the desk in a daze.

As it was the weekend, the breakfast was a little hearty.

Freshly ground soy milk, tea eggs, cold skin, egg scones, fried rice noodles and seasonal side dishes.

An Nan quietly watched this Zhang Wenfeng eating, she looked at her watch, and then got up.

"We all calmed down and figured out how to get along. I'll go back to my parents and stay with them until we've all figured it out. After An Nan finished speaking, he left without looking back, and Nuoda's room instantly became deserted.

"Bang~!"

The soup spoon in Wen Feng's hand fell heavily to the ground, making a crisp sound. The fine Jingdezhen blue and white porcelain broke into several petals on the enamel floor tiles.

Wen Feng was stunned, what should come will always come, but he didn't expect it to be this way.

Annan opened the door and walked out quickly, walking farther and farther away with the sound of leather shoes.

In the cold wind and steep wind, who is crying?

"Go after it! You idiot! Qin Hao stared at everything blankly, completely angry, and roared loudly.

Wen Feng slumped on the chair as if he had been drained of his spiritual energy, he picked up the chopsticks to pick up the side dishes, but found that he had waved the chopsticks for a long time, but he still hadn't picked up half of them. Inexplicably impatient, he slammed the table, and held his head in his hands, as if there was a flame in his eyes.

The soy milk was sprinkled, flowed down the tablecloth, and splashed on Wen Fengfeng's body, but he didn't realize it.

He loves An Nan very much, as if he will be sad if he can't see it. It's like being separated for a long time, but they can't live and die together.

When Ann hugged herself tightly, grief swelled up in her heart, and a kind of gain and loss that she had never experienced before rose in her heart. The hairs on his body seemed to burst, and an uneasiness permeated his heart, and his stomach was uncomfortable.

When the two fell in love with each other, it was even more of a disaster, like an avalanche or a mudslide, crushing the last remaining beauty in his heart, and his internal organs seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand, unable to breathe, and his whole body ached.

……

Now it's all right, alone. Without this kind of restraint and oppression, the whole body relaxes, why does the heart hurt? It's like being cut piece by piece with a knife!

Wen Feng sat on the chair and gasped for breath, his body was like a ghost, strolling down the street, and even the ghost sent him into the bar.

"Wen Feng!" A powerful shout was heard from the bar in the distance. A man with a short beard waved his arm in this direction, followed by a few XO strokes in his hand: "On the hour? ”

"No, it's uncomfortable." Wen Feng waved his hand at the short-bearded man: "Muzi, come to the bottle of PIO"! As he spoke, he found an empty seat and sat down.

Muzi, a friend Wen Feng made in H City, used to work in a Metropolis nightclub, but later hated the smoky miasma there. With his single-handed skills, he opened a bar on Wenxi Road, near a high-end residential area, and naturally there were those lovelorn men and women, upset white-collar elites patronized, and business naturally improved.

Wen Feng is one of them.

Because it's a fellow countryman's relationship, wandering in H City, it's more iron-clad than the average friend.

During the day, there were few people, only a few men in the corner were whispering about the renovation business, and by the arched window, a girl wearing glasses and typing quickly with a notebook looked over from time to time.