The president loves the little monster

When Fang Yan heard the news, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, his mind went blank for an instant, he felt his legs go limp, he sat down on the ground slumped, and his phone fell to the side.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the dialect gradually came to his senses at dawn. He picked up the phone with trembling hands and clicked several times before opening Weibo. The number one most searched was Xia Ming's suicide.

The first Weibo I clicked on was a news blog with pictures and revelations. Although the photo was dimly lit and far away, it was blurry, but I could clearly see the police cars parked under the company building and the cordon... There was Xia Ming who was quietly lying face down in a pool of blood.

He wore his favorite new black windbreaker, and lay quietly in the plain white snow, as if he was asleep, except for a large pool of blood under his body, which was indescribably shocking and piercing. His eyes hurt sharply, and his heart seemed to be churning inside with a knife, but he couldn't even shed a tear.

Dialect found himself almost indifferently calm.

He calmly bought a plane ticket with his mobile phone, calmly packed his luggage, calmly told the director that his lover had passed away, and he had to go back to have a look, calmly took the plane back to City A, and calmly took a taxi to the funeral home—until ...It wasn't until he saw Xia Ming, who was lying surrounded by flowers, with a lifelike face, that tears flowed down his face.

He wept uncontrollably in front of Xia Ming's spirit.

Xia Xia, his Xia Xia.

Before Mingming left, Xia Ming was still lying in his arms, telling him with a smile, that when he came back, the two of them would go abroad to get married, but why was he lying there coldly and silently after only two days? She remained motionless there, never laughed, talked, or nestled in his arms like a little wife, and called him husband sweetly with a blushing face.

Never again.

Xia Ming's farewell ceremony was not open to media interviews, only relatives and a few scattered friends in the circle came to see him off.Fang Yan cried from the beginning to the end of the mourning ceremony, crying until he almost fainted, holding Xia Ming's body for life and death, and finally was dragged away by a few friends who were drafted before.

The results of the police investigation came out the next day, and there was no other person's footprints at the scene, so it was basically concluded that it was a suicide.

Why commit suicide?

Being scolded by netizens on various social media for being exposed to homosexuality?No, although Xia Ming's life is delicate and weak, and his personality is like a little girl, but in fact he is very optimistic and strong, and he will not commit suicide because of such a small matter.The only reason dialect can think of is because the news exposer mosaiced him alone, making Xia Ming misunderstand that he did all these things, and he couldn't get through on the phone... Next, I couldn't think about it for a while and went to a dead end.

It's all his fault, it's all his fault.

Fang Yan contacted the media that day and wanted to tell everyone that he was the scumbag who was scolded by thousands of people and spit on by thousands of people, but the press release was suppressed by the company and the agent before it was sent out.He also revealed his identity on the Internet to explain the truth, but at that time social media was not as developed as it is now, and he did not authenticate Weibo... No one believed what he said at all.

From that day on, Fang Yan became ill. He was ill for a whole month, and he was so emaciated that he almost lost his appearance.

A month later, the agent who ignored him threw a contract for a new drama with a big IP on his face: "Fang Yan, how long do you want to give up on yourself?"

Fang Yan looked at him numbly.

The manager pressed on step by step: "Don't you want to find out who the real murderer of Xia Ming is?"

"...The real murderer?"

"The person who exposed your homosexual scandal, why did you just mosaic your face, and why did you choose this special time when you were recording the reality show of survival in the wild... Haven't you thought about it? It's probably because someone is jealous of Xia Minghong , trying to kill Xia Ming behind his back!"

Fang Yan raised his eyes suddenly, his whole body was extremely haggard, only his eyes were abnormally bright.After a while, he took over the manager's contract with a hoarse voice: "Okay, I'll take it."

That play was one of the earliest batch of IP adaptations at that time, and it had a large number of diehard readers. In addition, the adaptation was tortuous enough, bloody and cruel, and the male protagonist played in dialect was affectionate and cunning. Hei... that show exploded, and the dialect became a hit too.Since then, his film appointments have been one after another, from TV series to movies, from Golden Rooster Flying to the Sky to King of Golden Bear and Palme d'Or... At the age of 27, he stood on the podium representing the highest glory of an actor's career superior.

Countless people applauded and cheered for him. Standing under the spotlight, he gave his acceptance speech with a polite smile, holding the cold trophy in his hand, without a trace of joy in his heart.

Because in this world, the only person who could share the joy of success with him... is no longer there.

He has been gone for a full ten years.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, never forgetting.

Over the years, he has made a lot of money, gained both fame and wealth, and enjoyed great fame, but he still lives in the apartment where he and Xia Ming lived together back then, raising the tortoise he raised back then, wearing the apron he wore, Cook dishes that he has cooked himself.

No matter what time it is, there are always two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, and there is always a pair of tooth cups in the bathroom. He also sewed a body pillow for Xia Ming with his own hands, and hugged it to sleep every night, as if As long as he stubbornly does not change, Xia Ming will still be by his side.

Since Xia Ming left, for a full ten years, he has never been in a relationship, never touched anyone, and never even solved it with his hands.

He guarded Xia Ming as if he was masochistic, guarding the only love in his life, and also guarding the guilt that he could not reconcile with himself in his life, which originated from the depths of his soul——

For ten years, he has been having the same nightmare over and over again. He dreamed that Xia Ming jumped off the roof of the twentieth floor. He dreamed that Xia Ming's face was covered in blood. he.

For ten years, he worked desperately to make money, and used all the money he earned to find the truth of the year, but... the account that exposed him back then disappeared as if it had never existed. Leave a little trace.

He got nothing.

Until the end of last year, he received the invitation of "Fatal Illusion".

At that time, he was not prepared to accept it at all, but the other party insisted that he read the script first before speaking.It happened that he had a gap in the schedule at that time, and he had nothing to do, so he watched it.

But looking at it, Fang Yan couldn't help but burst into tears—it was so similar, Li Xuan and Shen Yanru in the script were too similar to him and Xia Ming.

After reading the script, Dialect immediately called the film crew and accepted the play.

Although this drama is not a big production, and although Li Xuan's character design is not good, he wants to use this drama to reminisce about the relationship he once had, his only love in his heart....

During that time, he tried to figure out the script whenever he had free time, and tears flowed down his face every time he read it.

However, looking at it, Fang Yan suddenly thought of a possibility that he had never thought of before—was the direction of his investigation wrong from the beginning?Over the years, he has always focused his investigation on the instigator of the news, but he forgot that Xia Ming made more than one phone call behind his back during that time.

Xia Ming was obviously so happy when he agreed to propose, but why didn't he want to marry him right away?

Who the hell is he calling?

Could he, like Shen Yanru, have some kind of genetic mental illness?

Following this clue, Dialect found Xia Ming's communication records ten years ago. It was a fixed line, and the registration unit for the network was the Three Realms Psychological Counseling Center.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he dialed the number ten years ago, but unexpectedly got through.

Xia Ming actually has a history of bipolar genetic disease, that's why he hesitated when he said he wanted to get married.For more than half a month, he has been secretly doing psychological counseling without telling him.

Dialect's heart trembled violently, tears streaming down his face.

No wonder... No wonder Xia Ming was so preoccupied during that time, forced a smile on his face, and secretly made phone calls behind his back. Not until he comes back.

Fang Yan had never hated himself so much before. He hated himself for not asking about everything and letting Xia Ming suffer from mental illness in silence. He hated himself for leaving Xia Ming alone to record reality shows in other places. When he was hesitant, painful, and helpless, he was not by his side, and he was alone in the hopeless despair, ending his short and brilliant life.

He should have had an infinitely bright future and future.

He was the one who harmed Xia Ming.

The machine-like cold voice of the Three Realms Psychological Institute asked, "Who are you from him?"

Fang Yan was so choked up that he couldn't speak, and it took a long time before he said, "I am his... lover."

"You are in pain," said the voice, "do you want to bring him back to life?"

The dialect was so surprised that even the tone of his voice changed: "...is it okay?"

"Of course," the other party smiled coldly, his voice seemed to have some kind of magical power, "This is the Three Realms Psychological Counseling Center. It receives not only people, but also gods, demons and ghosts. As long as you are willing to pay the price, we can do anything do it."

Meng Mo asked, "What price?"

"Exchange my life for his life."

"You promised?"

"Well," Fang Yan nodded, crossed his fingers on the table, lowered his head slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were very gentle, "this is the only thing I... can do for him Yes. But before that, I want to finish filming the show first. I want the story of Xia Xia and me to have a completely different and 'better' ending."

In the play, after the return of Shen Yanru, who is as dark, coquettish and evil as Manzhu Shahua, Li Xuan's illusion was completely shattered.

Li Xuan was dazed for a while, but finally he pulled himself together and decided to atone for the sin he was back then.

He transferred all the assets under his name to Shen Yanru's name. He publicly admitted that Shen Yanru's irresponsible scumbag boyfriend was him. He accepted many unequal transactions to pave the way for Shen Yanru... money, fame, status, and even Dignity, for Shen Yanru, he almost lost everything.

Five years later, Shen Yanru was finally moved by him and decided to forgive him.

The two reconciled, married again, and lived together lovingly.

But when they were on their honeymoon, Li Xuan saw a man who looked exactly like Shen Yanru on the streets of Paris, interlocking fingers with a gentle-looking young man, talking intimately and softly while walking.

He looked at his new wife in shock.

That Shen Yanru showed him a coquettish and evil smile as usual: "Li Xuan, what are you looking at? Let's go."

The lens zooms out, and the sparkling Seine River is in the distance.

Li Xuan's right hand by the river stretched out his five fingers in a gesture of interlocking fingers, but his right side...was empty.