Chapter 104: Fan: The Stopped Butterfly (Tang)

This is no responsibility
His thirty-seventh birthday dinner was very lively, business celebrities, big names in the entertainment circle, politicians, all of them called him "Mr Tang", and some people who saw him were single, always intentionally or unconsciously. He wanted to have a relationship with himself. Apart from a smile of alienation, he had no other answers.
At the dinner, Shan Yatong, who had rushed back from the United States, also attended. He looked at the people around Shan Yatong and smiled bitterly. He didn't know what to say to that person.
"Ms. Tang," watching the man throw Xiao Zimo aside and walk towards him, he unconsciously curled his mouth, and when the man called himself, he smiled and said, "I heard that you just came back from the United States, tired ?"
The man curled his mouth and said, "Fortunately, it is your birthday, of course I should be back." It was not a polite smile, but a real one with warmth.
He held the wine glass tightly, his heart sour, "Thank you."
"No," the man took out a chain from his body, a pendant studded with jade, with an indescribable charm, "I saw this in a store in Chinatown in the United States. I heard the owner say that this chain can be used for People bring happiness, and I don’t know whether it’s true or not. I just treat it as a good word."
"Why, your kid also thinks I'm pitiful alone, so you gave me such a thing?" Although he said, he took the chain from that person and held it tightly in the palm of his hand, with a weak smile on his face. I don’t know when you became superstitious."
Shan Yatong lowered his eyelids, looked at the hand with almost white joints, looked away, maintaining a somewhat stiff smile, and also concealed a trace of apology in his eyes.
It's not that he didn't know Tang Ruanqing's intentions, but it was too late. Even after a lifetime, he didn't know that he had a different way of thinking about himself when facing a particularly brilliant young man who always laughed.
Or maybe it's because the self in the previous life cares too much about self, but doesn't know what kind of feelings the people around you have for yourself. The entertainment circle is too realistic, too complicated, and love is too unreliable, and he is not a person who trusts others easily.
"Come out with me for a drink," The middle-aged man has unresolved tiredness on his face. Even though a face looks young, it can't hide the tiredness under his eyes. He looked at Shan Yatong, With some kind of begging when speaking.
"Well, when I came just now, the moonlight outside was very good," the person who has been in this circle for many years always speaks so comprehensively.
The two of them walked out of the house. Although they were out for a drink, neither of them had the intention of drinking. They sat on the carved benches in the garden with their delicate wine glasses, looking at the crescent moon in the sky.
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"Many years ago, I thought about sitting on this chair with the person I love to watch the moon," he said with a bitter smile, "When I was young, my ideas were always so beautiful and unrealistic." There is no courage to look back at the past.
Hearing these words, the young man’s long eyelashes trembled, and it took a long time to reluctantly smile, "The things from my youth are always..." He wanted to say untrue or unreliable, or beautiful, in front of this person, it seemed No words can be used.
The first time I saw this man with poor words, he smiled and took a sip of wine, "But I don’t regret it, I don’t regret meeting him that morning, I don’t regret falling in love with him slowly, and I don’t regret it when I was young. Nearly naive expectations."
The young man listened quietly, his mouth curled up with a smile.
"I think, if I go back to the past, I will tell him what I want. I don’t need to worry about whether that person can accept me or whether he is the one he loves. At least... People know that I loved him," he smiled bitterly. "For so many years, I don’t know how many steps I have taken wrong. If...if I can, I really hope to see him on the day I met him for the first time. On the day of fainting, you can pay attention to him, even if you have a cheeky face, you must be by his side."
The hand holding the wine glass was a little cold. The young man turned his head to look at the vain smile on his face, raised his head slightly, and sighed, "At that time, he was suppressed by the Xiao family. He had no background, so he could only step up filming. Records, and then played a unique position in the entertainment industry, no one can bully, no one can insult," he bit his lower lip, "maybe at that time, he did not have the energy to love, nor Understand love."
"Yes, I didn't know where he was at that time, and I was so close to the person who killed him," he painfully buried his head in his palm, "I was too Young, I don’t know how to love at all."
"When you understand love, that person is no longer around." He took a deep breath, showed his face, took another sip of wine, and looked sideways at the young man beside him, "You said, is this person very ridiculous?"
The emotions in the young man’s eyes were very complicated. The corners of his mouth moved. Once again he felt that his words were poor. After all, he just retracted his gaze, looked at the champagne in his glass, and took a big sip, "This... ••"
"Isn't it ridiculous?" He sneered. "The one he loves is always by his side, with so many flaws, but he can't recognize him. Isn't it ridiculous?"
"No, it's not that you didn't see it, but that person was covering up," the young man said lowly, "it was not your fault."
"It's just that there is no fate, right, An Jue?" He smiled bitterly, "We met so early, but in the end there was no result with you, and you and Xiao Zimo didn't know each other in the previous life, but now you live together. This is fate. ?"
The young man looked at him, but still did not speak.
He sighed, put down the wine glass, and put the young man in his arms. "I know you are no longer Jing Anjue from the previous life. This hug is just an extra gift for celebrating my birthday, okay?"
The young man did not refuse, let him put his arms around him, and hugged him with his backhand. Neither of them spoke any more, but the young man noticed something warm on his face, causing his cheeks to faintly hurt.
The moonlight is cold, and it is never complete, but sadness.
Time will never stop for anyone, and noisy occasions will sometimes become quiet. He stood on the balcony and watched the young man walk out of his villa with another person, and then he clearly saw the young man He paused, then looked back.
His vision has never been so clear. He looked at the young man and said, sorry.
It seemed that the man didn't feel sorry for himself. From the beginning to the end, it was just his secret crush. He didn't know and didn't need to know.
However, these three words hurt his heart.
Seeing the young man step by step out of his sight, he closed his eyes, walked into the room, and closed the curtains, as if closing his loving heart.
There was no light in the room. In the dimly lit room, he took out the necklace that the man gave him and gave it to his lips with a soft kiss, "Goodbye, my love."
Even if it is not a gift of love, he still wears it on his neck. If the person thinks that this can bring happiness to him, he will do it according to his words. What is happiness and unhappiness? relationship?
Turning on the computer, playing that person's song, and then closing his eyes to recall the past, unconsciously fell into a dream.
I fainted, my father's office, aisle, and then the communication at work. It turned out that I didn't get close to him. It would be fine if…if…if….

Waking up from his sleep, he found that he was not sitting on a chair, but lying on a soft bed. Who entered his room?
"Master San, it's time for work, don't be late," said Zhang Ma, who has always treated him well, outside the door.
Young Master? How many years ago was this? At that time, I was 23 or 4 years old, young and energetic.
Is it a dream? He was caught in a panic of intense anticipation of something.
Driving to the company, looking at the blue sky outside, everything is real, and the inner expectation almost made him unable to breathe.
Pressing the elevator floor stiffly, he felt for the first time that the speed of the elevator was so slow.
He hurriedly walked to the aisle, he stopped stiffly, no one, no one in the aisle.
He looked around, but there was still no one. Where did that person go, obviously he was there at that time. At that time, he pointed to a butterfly and said it was interesting that a butterfly could fly to the twenty-third floor.
He looked at the glass window, and indeed there was a white white butterfly staying there, and the butterfly was there, but the person watching the butterfly did not know where it was.
He stared at the butterfly blankly, did he still hope for it?
"What are you looking at?" A familiar voice sounded behind him. This voice has been stored in his mind for fifteen years. Now that he has heard it, he feels like a dream.
Slowly turning his head back, he saw the person standing in the morning light, with his fine hair attached to his forehead, with a gentle smile on his face, like the brightest light in the world, shining into his heart.
With a hoarse voice, he wanted to say, I'm looking at the butterfly. I want to say, I'm waiting for someone.
But by this time, he couldn't say a word, his vision slowly blurred.
The man slowly approached, his sight finally fell on the butterfly resting on the glass window, "Are you looking at the butterfly?"
"Hmm•••" He blinked and said with a smile, "I'm waiting for a butterfly to stop."
The man was obviously surprised, "Waiting for the butterfly to stop on the 23rd floor?"
"Yes, this building is high, but as long as the butterfly doesn't give up, it will fly up layer by layer, and it will always arrive here." He looked at the man's young profile, "It will definitely arrive."
The man raised his eyebrows and nodded, "It seems to make sense too..."
How could it be unreasonable? I am now by your side? He smiled, his eyes flushed slightly, "Finally."
"what?"
"No."
This time, let me hold your hand and never let go.
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