Chapter 1178： Long Hao

Long Hao thought for a while and nodded: "Well, yes."

It is also difficult for him to imagine how he would live with another person.

Wen Jiming saw his response, and after a while there was another voice:

"Hey, you don't seem to have heard about dating. You are so handsome, so many people will follow you."

He simply called.

Long Hao took it, and then said, "Irritation."

He was talking about being pursued by a girl.

Wen Jiming seemed to laugh out loud over there: "You..."

He began to grumble solemnly about the various reminders in his home since 25, and finally resolutely said: "I don't want to listen to them. My mother will be kicked out of the house."

Long Hao said, "If you are kicked out of the house, I have a house for you to live in."

Wen Jiming leaned forward and backward with a smile: "I'm not that miserable. Even if I get kicked out of the house, I have my own house."

"But if you don't get married, our brothers can live together. I remember your cooking skills are very good, can you eat it?"

Long Hao thought for a moment: "I'm a little busy, and I may not have time to cook for you."

Wen Jiming: "..."

He laughed on the phone: "I'm just kidding, are you serious?"

Long Hao: "..."

He did not speak.

He has rarely joked.

Always take other people's words seriously.

Wen Jiming made a movie when he was thirty-seven. He accidentally fell off his horse and injured his spine. The injury was serious and shocked the entire entertainment industry.

Hearing the news, Long Hao applied for the longest vacation since entering the Supervisory Bureau and took care of him for a long time.

However, Wen Jiming, who was originally determined by the doctor to be likely to be unable to stand up again, actually improved in an almost miraculous situation after half a year.

Everyone said it was a miracle, and Wen Jiming's fans were so excited to cry.

Only Wen Jiming noticed something wrong.

He began to look at his hair with a strange look.

Long Hao seemed calm before him.

In fact, in these years, Wen Jiming hadn't had no doubts at all - time passed by, but he never left a trace on Long Hao.

He looked like this when he was twenty years old, and he still looks like this in the coming years.

People close to him have seen him look unmodified, this can't be what a man in his thirties should be.

But Wen Jiming said nothing.

He still joked with Long Hao with a smile, as if these strange places did not exist.

Although the walking in the back returned to normal, there was more or less a root of the disease.

Wen Jiming began to reduce his work, and when he was forty years old, he simply retreated and disappeared in front of everyone.

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He disappeared swiftly and neatly. He was such a big person, and there was no media or paparazzi to find any trace of him.

Only a year later, a netizen posted a not very clear photo saying that he had met someone who was suspected to be Wen Jiming in a small ancient town.

The photo is not very clear. The man inside is dressed in casual clothes and a hat, and dressed very low-key. Next to him is a tall young man, not sure if it is his assistant or junior.

Some fans of Wen Jiming recognized him, but the handsome guy with only half of his face next to him could not see clearly.

Time is a terrible thing, and no one will remember the "Wen Hao" who had glimpsed in the public more than ten years ago.

Neither Wen Jiming nor Long Hao had a family.

As they agreed, Wen Jiming retired, and Long Hao also reduced the workload of the Supervision Bureau.

The two often make appointments to walk around the world.

In another ten years, Wen Jiming was visibly old.

He looked at the indifferent friend beside him, smiled and shook his head: "Now I am going out with you, everyone else thinks I am your father."

Long Hao didn't speak, but silently wrapped a scarf for him: "It's cold and windy."

Wen Jiming glared at him: "Young man, why are you more wordy than me, an old man."

Long Hao stopped talking.

But after a while, Wen Jiming started the topic again.

He seemed to be a little sad: "A Hao, you are cold and alone. For so many years, except for myself, I have not seen you have a few sincere friends. If I leave in the future, what can you do? Huh?"

Long Hao whispered, "How can I make friends like this?"

Wen Jiming opened his mouth, looked at him, and said seriously: "There will always be people who don't mind."

But I mind. Long Hao looked down and said in his heart.

The older, the longer the time, the colder the heart.

The harder it is to let go of strangers.

He didn't want to experience the feeling of seeing the people around him getting old and even losing one by one.

Wen Jiming's remarks were not aimless.

He is not in good health.

Obviously the maintenance is very good, and there are no bad habits, but after getting older, the body always feels bad.

Thinking about it carefully, it was probably because I was filming when I was young, but when I was old, all of these hidden minor problems broke out.

Another winter that was about to end for ten years, he failed to survive.

The funeral Long Hao did not go over.

There are all literati, and there are always people who recognize him.

And he was obviously not suitable for appearing in front of any acquaintance.

The day after the funeral ended was a sunny day.

He carefully selected a bunch of flowers, walked into the cemetery that was still wet, crouched down, and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone.

He did not speak, just staring at the person in the photo for a long time.

Finally left without looking back.

There was a lot of snow that night.

Snow fell on the tombstone, melted, and then slid down.

It's like crying for someone.

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