Sri Lankan people don't treat me

"It's really cheap."

When he said these words, Chen Ke felt a kind of distorted pleasure in his heart, as if the dark river of depression in his heart broke through the ground, overwhelming all other emotions struggling to grow, and destroying everything he could think of.

This is me.

He thought with interest.

How could the weak, childish, and gray pet dog that Jiang Yuan spoke of be him.

He, Chen Ke, should go his own way, stand high above the sky, and be surrounded by stars.

That's right.

Jiang Yuan stared at him blankly as if his computer was down.

Chen Ke felt that the anger that was pent up in his heart seemed to be emptied. He bent down and pressed his body against Jiang Yuan's ear, looking at his frozen side face, his voice was vicious and viscous: "Didn't hear clearly? Huh? Want me to Say it again?"

Don't you never disobey me?Then let me see what you can do?Come beg me, flinch, struggle.This is how you should be.

The 3 minutes of silence seemed like a century, and even the sound of breathing and heartbeat was deafening.

"No, I understand."

Jiang Yuan took a deep breath, pushed away Chen Ke who was pressing on him, his expression was actually very calm.

Chen Ke was a little unresponsive, and watched Jiang Yuan go to the other side to pick up his mobile phone in a daze, and then walked back.

"Chen Ke, I was wrong." Jiang Yuan opened the photo album on his phone, "I didn't take your feelings into account, and I'm very sorry for that."

Chen Ke smiled with satisfaction.

now it's right.

Please beg me a little more sincerely, and keep me in a low voice.

"A twisted melon is not sweet, since you can't accept it, then forget it."

what?

Jiang Yuan showed him the album interface.

It's all about him.He who smiles, who eats, who is dazed, who looks at the scenery, who puts his head on Jiang Yuan's shoulder and smiles like a child.

Each one should vividly blow up his happiness into fireworks and show it to the person looking at him.

Jiang Yuan just selected one by one in front of him.Chen Ke watched the blue selection signs line up on his photo one by one, covering his photo with ominous gray and white.

128 in total.

Jiang Yuan clicked on the trash can in the lower right corner.

"Hey you"

Jiang Yuan looked at Chen Ke, with a rare indifference on his face, and a polite and distant tone: "I'm really sorry to trouble you so much. Please wait a moment, I will solve it."

He opened the recently deleted file, but he didn't press down on it immediately, and shrank back nervously.

Chen Ke watched him raise his head, and stared at himself with an expression he couldn't understand.Only then did he discover that Jiang Yuan's eyes were very beautiful, with soft and slender curves and a heroic air, and the ends of the eyelashes were slightly orange because of the light.The pupils of the eyes are not pure brown, but there is a symmetrical small black spot on the edge.

The eyes quickly dropped again, leaving only the top of his head.

Under his gaze, Jiang Yuan moved his fingers.

delete all.

Something was out of his expectation.Chen Ke thought.

He should have said something, but couldn't.His body and speech seemed suddenly out of control.

His mind was tossing, his soul was burning and splashing.But no words could come out of his mouth, no movement could be made by his limbs.He could only watch Jiang Yuan open WeChat step by step, find his profile picture, enter it, and delete it.Open the address book, find his number, delete it.Open the message, find his text message, delete it.

What a reliable and unreliable thing records are, they are efficiently preserved for a long time, and then destroyed by a command conveniently and quickly.

Why is it so easy to delete the settings?Don't you need to confirm a few more times?What if you regret it?

Jiang Yuan seemed to think of something again, got up and went back to the room.

Standing there, Chen Ke was like a puppet that had been immobilized. Every joint was rusty, and rivers and rivers echoed in his mind.

Why did he go in?

Why not scold him?

Why not question him?

Why not fight him?

Why does he look so calm, but it seems that he is just an idiot who provokes trouble?

So he just watched Jiang Yuan come out with a cardboard box, took out his favorite SLR from it, opened it, and decisively converted more than 1000 photos into numbers.

Then he took out the photo album from the box.He thought for a while, got up and went to the kitchen.

Chen Ke didn't know what he was thinking, taking advantage of the moment when Jiang Yuan turned around, he quickly opened the photo album, didn't even look at it, just randomly picked one and stuffed it into his pocket.

After a while, Jiang Yuan came out with a small bucket, picked up the photo album, and stuffed it into the bucket.I don't know what he put in, but soon the ink of chaotic colors floated in the water and spread out circle by circle.

"Is there anything else you think needs to be dealt with?" Jiang Yuan asked him politely.His expression was very similar to the professional standard expression he had seen treating patients.What he asked at the time was, what else is uncomfortable?

Chen Ke squeezed the photo in his pocket, and said with a sneer, "Why don't you deal with me too?"

"After all, you have to go back to your own life, and it's not good for you to leave these things behind." It was still a standard professional tone, "If you think of anything else, you can still send me a text message, and I will take a photo of the video and send it to you." for you."

"Did you even listen to me!"

"It's too late today, it's not appropriate to keep you. I contacted Uncle Li for you. He will pick you up later." My own home. I will pack up your things after work tomorrow and send them to you by courier."

He also asked politely: "Or what do you think of, don't worry, I can deal with it now."

Chen Ke dropped the phone in an instant, and metal fragments splashed all over the ground.

Chen Ke was still picked up by Uncle Li in the middle of the night.

After making such a fuss at night, Chen Ke couldn't sleep well, and kept dreaming.I don't know what I'm dreaming over and over again, I just feel oppressed and sticky, like flying insects struggling in vain on a spider's web, very uncomfortable.

The next afternoon, before he was awake, he received a call from the courier, saying that he could not enter the community, and he needed to tell the property management.Chen Ke asked who the courier was, and the courier looked through the courier slip, and the answer was Mr. Jiang.

Looking at the four big boxes neatly packed on the monitor screen, Chen Ke had a bad feeling.

After moving it back and unpacking it, it turned out that it was all his stuff.Clothes, footwear, accessories, computer, lighter, books, an ugly little vase, and that pink and purple flannel blanket with smirking Kumamons all over it.

Jiang Yuan also wrote a small note in his delicate handwriting, expressing apology that because he didn't have time, he simply put away his things and didn't wash his clothes, please don't mind.Due to the serious damage to the mobile phone, it is recommended to buy a new one. He wrapped the Sim card in a small bag and put it in his watch box.

Chen Ke didn't even think about it, he immediately found a spare mobile phone, inserted the SIM card into it, found Jiang Yuan's number and dialed it.

There was no answer for the first time, and the second time it rang until it was about to hang up automatically.

"Hello."

"Jiang Yuan, what do you mean? Throw me out with people and things? Who do you think you are?"

"Mr. Chen. This is my home, and I have the right to make decisions." Jiang Yuan's voice sounded calm and tired, "And if I understand correctly, we should have nothing to do with each other now, and naturally we shouldn't keep strangers at home .”

"I"

Jiang Yuan didn't give him a chance to speak for the first time: "Mr. Chen, if you still want to be a public figure, I suggest you stop contacting me, but think about how to explain your study abroad. The past Since it's all fake, then go and enjoy your truth, I won't accompany you."

There was a busy beeping sound from the microphone.

When Chen Ke dialed again, only a mechanical and polite female voice reminded: The number you dialed is currently in communication.

This time he didn't want to throw the phone away, as if the sticky feeling in the dream extended to the real world, making him unable to move.Chen Ke lay on his back on the bed, with a familiar home textile brand under his body, with a familiar soft touch.It's almost winter, and the sun at four or five o'clock no longer has the majestic heat, and there is a blur jumping on the screen of the phone through the glass.The call was not hung up, and the female voice continued to recite her lines conscientiously: Sorry, the number you dialed is busy now, please redial later...

Parents failed to persuade Chen Ke, so he contacted his agent and arranged to study music abroad.During the half a month when he was in a hurry to prepare to go abroad, Jiang Yuan never contacted him once.Uncle Li told him that his mother secretly went to see Jiang Yuan twice and took many gifts, but they brought them back intact and did not tell Chen Ke.

Everyone maintained a tacit silence.

The agent efficiently arranged for Chen Ke a famous music organization in London, England. It was called a study, but in fact, he asked him to take some photos and post them on Weibo, as if he was coming back, and relax by the way.Chen Ke also felt that this arrangement was very appropriate, so he didn't pick and choose, and flew over after packing up.

Of course, there are still no fans and reporters at the airport.

Chen Ke didn't even bring his assistant with him, and dragged three boxes onto the plane.One of the boxes of clothes was directly moved into Jiang Yuan's packing.He stacked them neatly and sorted them into different categories. When his mother helped him tidy them up, she couldn't help but sighed a few times.

Chen Ke's father bought him a low-key small apartment in West Second District, facing the harbor, with a pleasant climate.A 20-minute walk to the music room and a 10-minute drive to a large shopping mall.Three meals a day will be prepared by the life assistant, and he does not need to do the cleaning at all.

I go to the music room to mix for two and a half hours every afternoon, and there is nothing to do the rest of the time.Chen Ke was interested in going shopping for his parents in the first few days, but he gradually became slack in the later days, and just wanted to wander around by himself.

Later, he didn't know what kind of state of mind he was in. When he was passing by a shopping mall, he went in by accident and bought a SLR.He only knew one model, so he also bought this model.

The author has something to say: The original idea of ​​this article came from here. The young couple quarreled, and one party said something hurtful, and the other party blocked the blacklist on the spot and said goodbye.

This incident tells us.

If you don't do it, you won't die.

Talk with your head.