not you

Jin Sheng returned to the residence exhausted, it was already dark, and Mao Gu took him out to shoot for two or three hours, and he didn't even eat dinner.

So hungry.

Just order a takeaway.

After fumbling in his pocket for a long time, he realized that the phone seemed to be thrown in the house and not taken out.

After half lying on the sofa and groping for a while, Jin Sheng turned on the phone, and the WeChat message reminded him that there was a WeChat message, so click on it.

The lights in the room were not turned on, only a glimmer of light from the mobile phone shone at the corners of Jin Sheng's drooping eyes, one drop, two drops,...

'Pa-ta--' A small splash of water bloomed on the screen of the mobile phone.

'Withdrawn' pierced Jin Sheng's sore and swollen eyes, tears were uncontrollable.

With a height of 1.8 meters, he was curled up on a small sofa of 1.5 meters, with a mobile phone in his arm. Jin Sheng fell asleep, although the mobile phone never turned on again.

He slept until six o'clock in the morning, Jin Sheng's alarm clock woke him up, and he curled up on the sofa all night, half of Jin Sheng's body was numb and painful.

Barely sat up, only to feel that the headache was about to explode.

Picking up the phone, there was no other news except that there were hundreds more comments on Weibo.

"Hoo--" Wiping his face, Jin Sheng dragged his numb legs and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He accidentally fell asleep yesterday and didn't even take a shower. His whole body was very sticky.

Walking into the bathroom, taking off his shirt, Jin Sheng looked at his pale face in the mirror, the corners of his mouth were peeling, he pressed his fingers against the swollen corners of his eyes, and there were a few streaks of blood winding out of the eyeballs.

"It's ugly..." Jin Sheng looked at his face in the mirror and laughed.

The water from the shower head hit Jin Sheng's thoughts with a 'crash'.

He was 24 years old after graduating from university. He started school a year later than other children. He didn't go to elementary school until he was eight years old, and he didn't go to kindergarten.

Not only him, the other children in the orphanage have never been to kindergarten, because kindergarten is not compulsory education, and the orphanage cannot afford it.

When I first went to school, I sat in the classroom like a fool. The female teacher knew about his situation, so she took good care of him and asked other children in the class not to discriminate against him.

The teacher underestimated six or seven-year-old children.

'Orphan', 'Wild Species', 'Unwanted', 'No Parents', 'Monster'...

Jin Sheng couldn't understand it until he was 20 years old. How could a six or seven-year-old child know so many vicious words?At that time, Xiao Jinsheng only knew how to sit on the seat foolishly. He didn't even know what the school bell and the school bell were. He didn't have a schoolbag, pen, or notebook.

Jin Sheng didn't have anything that the other children had. The principal gave him a pencil, but it was snatched away by other children in the orphanage. He had nothing but two textbooks that he couldn't understand.

The teacher was lecturing on it, but Jin Sheng had no idea what it was.

Others scolded him and threw balls of paper at him, but he didn't respond. He only waited for the others to walk away feeling bored, and then he slowly lowered his head to pick up the balls of paper on the ground, unfolding them one by one, and they were all blank books. Paper.

Jin Sheng stretched out the crumpled paper balls one by one and put them into the books. He felt distressed. He could not afford a book worth [-] cents, but other children could tear it up and play with them at will.

Such days continued day by day, Jin Sheng was still taciturn, and gradually understood the rules of the school, and probably knew what the teacher was talking about.

The teacher assigned homework, and Jin Sheng took out a piece of paper from the book to do it. The pen was half a pencil picked up in the trash can. There was still a lot of useless, and its owner had already abandoned it.

After several times, the teacher found that the homework submitted by Jin Sheng was only a piece of crumpled paper every time, so he decided to ask him to see what was going on.

Jin Sheng was a little scared. He stood awkwardly in the office, watching the teacher cry while holding his textbook. He didn't even know why the teacher cried while looking at his book.

The teacher wiped his tears and returned the book to Jin Sheng.

In the six years of elementary school since then, he has never been short of notebooks and pencils.

"Dinglingling-dinglingling--" Jin Sheng picked up the towel and wiped his face, wrapped the towel around his waist casually, and went outside to answer the phone.

The ringtone of his mobile phone is just a ringtone. Maogu has laughed at him many times for this, laughing at him for being old-fashioned, but he just smiled.

Jin Sheng doesn't like to listen to songs, let alone set songs as ringtones for mobile phones.

"Hello—" Jin Sheng swiped open the screen to answer, it was an unfamiliar number, "Hello."

"It's me." The male voice on the other end of the phone made Jin Sheng tense his muscles instantly.

"..."

"Xiao Sheng, I'm back." The man on the other end of the phone didn't hear a response, and said again: "I miss you."

'Beep--' It was Jin Sheng who hung up the phone. Tang Jin looked at the blacked-out phone screen and didn't call again. He didn't want to press too hard.

Sitting on the sofa, Tang Jin took out the lighter and lit a cigarette. Amidst the smoke, he picked up a photo on the desk.

The photo is slightly yellowed, and there are two teenagers in it. Tang Jin's fingers lightly scrubbed one of the boys in the photo. tear mole.

The two boys put their shoulders on each other and smiled at the camera.

'Knock knock knock' the door of the office was knocked, Tang Jin put down the photo, put away the emotions leaking from his face, and said in a low voice: "Come in."

The person who came in first nodded politely at Tang Jin, then opened the document in his hand and said, "Mr. Tang, this is our plan for the launch of 'Tu Mi' in this issue, please have a look."

"Well, have you found a spokesperson yet?" Tang Jin asked casually, putting the cigarette butt out in the ashtray.

"Back to Mr. Tang, we've already found him. It's Liu Qiqi, a well-known star in the industry." The director of planning said.

"Understood, let's go." Tang Jin opened the plan and read it.

The planning minister quietly withdrew.

The author has something to say: the male protagonist and the female supporting role appear on the stage