C24 The Intersecting Time Was like a Painting

We shouldn't be satisfied.

The social gatherings were like a devil's feast in a magnificent private room. Everyone was wearing an angel mask, hiding their vicious hearts. The rippling liquid in the glass container reflected beautiful colors. It was clearly poison, but they had to endure it. He was willing to be insufferably arrogant, but he also wanted to attract the wind. There would always be people he couldn't offend, people he needed to deal with, and people he had to lower his eyebrows and put on a show.

If he could, he wouldn't hurt his own body.

The other party wanted you to go, there was really nothing he could do.

Sheng Ruichen said so because he didn't have "if possible." If he was making a wish, he would have to sacrifice his life for it. This was the price of glory. The hardships that others could not see. He endured his fatigue. He had actually been tired of singing and dancing here for a long time. However, this position in the clouds could fulfill the promise he made to the deceased. So he did not complain about anything. It was just an equivalent exchange.

"Urgh..."

His stomach was in a mess. The burning pain was accompanied by a disgusting discomfort. Spitting was the self-protection of the body, although it was not good to look at, however, it was actually a good thing. Lyi Yan's bathroom was not big, so Yan Xuan climbed in by himself. He did not let her help him. To a certain extent, he had a mysophobia, so even if he was not conscious, he still knew where to throw up, and even lifted up the toilet bowl.

Lyi Yan was used to his dignity, self-discipline, and power. She was almost scared silly by Yan Xuan's face. No matter how handsome a person was, holding the toilet bowl and vomiting would not look good. The last second, when she was wearing a skirt and walking around in front of the mirror, she was still thinking. Would a man like him always wear a shirt and a suit? With a tie and a sleeve button, he looked bright and proud. Even when eating a bowl of noodles and drinking water, he would be different from a mortal like her?

It was as if God had heard her question and gave her an answer.

The pungent smell of vomit made her frown. This was her little nest... However, she was somehow dragged into it. Could she just leave it there? Could he pack up and throw this guy who didn't cherish his body out? Can he let her, who has been tired for the whole day and still has the competition tomorrow, have a good sleep?

Only by helping others often will others help us.

Grandfather taught her like this, which meant that she could not. Lyi Yan took advantage of Yan Xuan vomiting in the bathroom and quickly changed her new skirt and easily twisted high heels. She put on her home uniform and poured honey water, then stood blankly at the bathroom door waiting for him to finish vomiting. Yan Xuan vomited again and again until he seemed like there was nothing else he could throw up. However, he did not immediately get up, nor did he fall asleep. He just stayed there, pressing down on his upper abdomen and trembling slightly. He looked extremely pathetic.

"You... are you a little better? Do you want some water?"

... ""

Lyi Yan asked him in embarrassment. She was considering if she would directly extinguish her mouth if she saw him in such an unbearable state. However, Yan Xuan ignored her. He should have heard her. But he only lowered his eyes and pursed his pale lips.

"Does your stomach hurt very much? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No!"

All of a sudden, the guy in the bathroom lost his temper! Lyi Yan saw him holding the bathtub and the sink as he stood up shakily. His face was pale. His expression was unclear and slightly blurred. It was obvious that he had vomited. He felt a little more comfortable, but the alcohol was still there.

"Why are you here?"

"Me? This is my home..."

"Get out! No one is allowed to enter here! Get out immediately!! "

" No! What are you doing!? Don't push me! Hey, I said...!"

So this is the legendary drunken madness? ! Pushing and shoving, how could Lyi Yan have the strength of a drunk man? With a bang, the door closed in front of her. The poor her wore home clothes and slippers. She was also holding a cup of honey water in her hand. On the dark walkway, there was only a dim yellow light. It was late at night. She could not shout and scold in the walkway. If she made a fuss about other people's feces, she would have to blame it on her. But who did she offend? What was it like to be chased out by someone in her own house? !

Lyi Yan stood in front of her house angrily for five minutes. Her mind, which wanted to sleep, suddenly spun. Only then did she remember that she could go downstairs to look for the apartment manager. But when she just turned her body and lifted her left foot, the door in front of her opened with a clang, and the man stood against the light at the door. He leaned slightly against the door frame with his back hunched.

"Sorry..."

“...”

It was probably after walking around the house and realizing that something was wrong, the half-drunk and half-awake man forced himself to leave. He turned sideways and brushed past Lyi Yan's shoulder, with the exception of an apology. He did not say anything else. Then, he supported himself against the wall and walked next door. It took him a long time to open the door and walk in. Lyi Yan stood where she was and looked at his blurry figure. She thought to herself, this kind of person who really cares about his face. Rushing over to care might cause her to be scolded for meddling in other people's business. It was better for her to follow him back to the bridge.

Thus, she went home and closed the door.

Lyi Yan put down the cup of water and naturally had to clean the bathroom first. The situation was much better than she had imagined. The exhaust fan had already been opened. After a little dispersing some of the strong smell of alcohol, the filth in the toilet had already been washed clean. The white porcelain edge should have been wiped with paper, and it still looked the same color. There was no filth on the ground, only a roll of paper that should have been thrown into the trash basket. It fell to the side.

So, the man realized that it wasn't his home, and that he wasn't completely awake. He "cutely" helped her clean up a little? He opened the wrong door, chased the wrong person, and awkwardly embarrassed man. Suddenly, he somehow appeared to be somewhat... cute?

Lyi Yan's mood was a little better. She thought about all these messy mistakes. There was nothing to be angry about. How could drunk people have any reason to talk about? To be able to do it like this... It was already very, very good. The small interlude passed just like that. Lyi Yan brushed her teeth, washed her face, and rolled into the soft blanket. Then she turned to the side, sat up, put on her clothes, got off the bed, put on her slippers, and went out.

This was her life that was not big enough. She remembered that something had happened and forgot about it.

As expected, it wasn't that she thought too much. The door of the next room really wasn't closed. She just said that there seemed to be a sound of someone closing the door. Lyi Yan knocked on the half-closed door and called out a few times towards the door." When there was no response at all, such questions were like: She hesitated and pushed the door open.

The lights in the room were on, and Yan Xuan lay on the floor not far from the entrance. Obviously, if she hadn't come, he would have passed the night just like that. Lyi Yan took a deep breath and rolled up her sleeves. It seemed that she could not be a busybody. She walked to Yan Xuan's side and squatted down. She first touched his forehead. He was sweating profusely, but fortunately, it was not very hot. She then observed his actions of pressing down on his abdomen. It should be very painful. There was no need to think about it.

"You will get cold if you sleep like this. Let's go to bed and sleep, okay?"

"Yes..."

"Yes, it's fine. Don't wake up. Just hold on for a bit and walk a few steps. Yes, very well... "

... ""

"... [Come, drink a cup of water to warm your stomach. Alright, go to sleep.]"

... ""

After putting in a lot of effort, the man finally cooperated in his daze. Lyi Yan helped him to the bed and let him drink a few mouthfuls of honey water. Then she covered him with a blanket and took off his clothes and pants. This was a huge project. She thought about it and did not do it. Stomach cancer was a very torturous disease. Lyi Yan more or less knew a little about it. Being able to have stomach pain and vomiting blood was actually quite scary. She did not dare to leave him here alone. After thinking about it again and again, she still decided to stay on the sofa for the night. She looked at him.

He turned on the lamp at the bedside and turned off the big lamp in the living room. A faint halo of light shone on his quiet side of the face. Lyi Yan looked at it and blushed slightly. Being good looking was taking advantage of the situation. Even when she had just vomited until the sky was dark, now thinking about it, she did not feel that it was very ugly, but instead had a "sickly" delicate beauty. What the hell was that? Lyi Yan thought about it and found it funny. She really had nothing to do. Only then did she size up her surroundings. The light was not clear, and everything only had a vague outline. The most obvious one was a piano in the corner of the wall. The pure white color was extremely beautiful. She didn't understand why the famous him would have such a simple and old apartment, and whether there was some unknown story behind it. Just like his dead girlfriend or something else...

She thought about it, and gradually, she wanted to fall asleep.

Time flew by and the scenes crossed each other. Everything went according to fate. How could she know at this moment that many years ago... Her mother also sat in this position with her in her arms, guarding him. When he felt the most uncomfortable, she gave him warmth like the sun.

Look, Yan agreed.

From that moment on, the thirteen year old youth had been working hard for Lyi Yan.

When Yan Xuan woke up, there was no one else in the room. The hangover brought him headaches and fatigue, and his stomach was so twisted that he wanted to scold someone. He looked at his phone and saw a few calls and text messages. It was a matter of the company, so he took care of it. He looked at the time again. It was already past eleven o'clock.

Lyi Yan and the others should have gone on stage in the afternoon. He still had some time. Fortunately, he did not make a big mistake.

He struggled to sit up. His memory of last night was still a little muddled. He felt that he did not go home so smoothly to sleep, but he could not remember exactly what happened. Yan Xuan rubbed his temples, which were in pain, and pressed down on his abdomen. He staggered out of bed and walked to the bathroom. After taking a hot shower, he finally felt a little better.

Buzz, buzz, buzz. His phone rang again. The caller ID showed: Sheng Ruichen.

"How is it? Are you alright? I heard you drank quite a bit last night."

" There's no problem with the investment. "

"I'm naturally relieved that you're involved. If you're not feeling well, don't come today. Have a good rest at home. "

"I'll be going to the preliminary round in a bit. If there's nothing else, I won't be going to the company."

"OK ~ I heard that Wen Qing's daughter's performance was average and not as outstanding as what you said? "

"The caterpillar hasn't turned into a butterfly, so naturally it will be uglier."

"Haha, then when will it become a butterfly?"

"It should be in the finals."

"Oh ~ Then I'll wait and see."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Xuan put on his clothes and planned to go out. When he passed by the living room again, he found that the small rice cooker on the table leaning against the wall was lit with a warm yellow light. The rice cooker had been there the whole time and he didn't use much. Now, the yellow light was on. When he turned it on, he saw that the sparse porridge inside was steaming. It looked like there was only water and no rice. There was nothing like a note on the table or anywhere else. He couldn't help but frown and think. Could it be that he met Miss Conch?

"Yan, did you not sleep well last night?"

"Yes, there was a buzzing mosquito last night. It was so annoying."

"Remember to light the mosquito incense before sleeping next time."

"Okay, I got it."

Lyi Yan had brought breakfast to the hospital early in the morning. Nothing happened to Yan Xuan last night made her feel slightly relieved. She always hoped that the world would be peaceful and everyone would be healthy. She did not think too much about the consequences of cancer and drinking. No matter what the reason was, it was better than nothing. This was the principle of how she handled things subtly.

"Dad, I'm going to participate in the preliminary round with Yiyi in the afternoon."

... ""

"That's Yiyi's dream. I don't like singing, or I want to enter the circle. "

... "Why did her dream involve you?"

"Didn't I already explain that? There was a man who, in order to fulfill his wish, arranged for me and Yiyi to be together, and then..."

"Don't you think the whole thing is ridiculous? Dad was afraid that you would be cheated. "

"Although I can't say that he must have good intentions, Yi Yi wants to realize her dream. This is true. Dad, don't be angry. I promise you, once this activity ends, I promise I won't touch these anymore! "

"Sigh, Dad isn't angry, he's just worried. This road isn't easy to walk on, I don't want you to be like your mom..."

"Dad!... Alright, stop talking, let's not talk about that woman, okay? "

Although Yan Xuan felt uncomfortable in his stomach, he still drank the porridge she cooked. That warm care gradually merged into his heart.

Although Lyi Yan felt uncomfortable in her heart, she still put on her skirt and high heels together with Soong Yiyi and walked towards the stage.

The two of them still had a long way to go behind them, and it was full of bumps and hollows. It was not fair.