I'm not a scumbag

Xie You heard a very shallow laughter, he felt surprised, turned around, and saw that the person was really laughing.

The boy doesn't like to laugh, but when he laughs, his eyes are full of stars.

Xie You rarely has this feeling of being unable to look away.

He feels that he is not interested in anything, and he is willing to look at you more because he wants to.

"Smile more in the future, you actually look pretty when you smile."

Only then did Bu Cheng realize his gaffe, subconsciously suppressed his smile, lay back, and faced Xie You.

"The sleepwalker last time, was it written by you or Lei Ge?" Bucheng asked.

"I wrote it." Xie You said.

"Why is it called lachesism in English?"

"It's interesting to see it occasionally."

Bucheng felt that what he said was not the truth, "You..." He hesitated to speak.

"what happened?"

Why do you often open your eyes and look at the ceiling alone in the middle of the night, looking at it all night, with such an empty look in your eyes.

Bucheng discovered more than once that when he dreamed back at midnight, he could always see the people around him lying on the ground neatly, staring at the ceiling mechanically, with no expression on their faces, and would stare for a long time.

Xie You saw that the person didn't speak for a long time, so he smiled, "Huh? What exactly do you want to ask?"

"Nothing, happy new year." Bucheng said.

Xie You laughed, "You too."

******

Looking back on the past, the two seemed absurd from the very beginning, so it's no wonder they broke up unhappy.

Xie You looked at the back of Bucheng's head, and it seemed that the scene was exactly the same as back then, but he liked to sleep with people whose backs were turned away. From Xie You, he became Bucheng.

At that time, he actually knew what Bucheng wanted to ask, but even if someone really asked, he could only reply with one sentence

'Happy New Year'.

Xie You carefully recalled the whole process of abducting people into his bed and found that it was not of any constructive use. Bucheng is obviously not the coaxing and deceitful little wolf cub back then.

Bucheng couldn't sleep for a long time, because the people behind him were too noisy and turned over non-stop. He frowned and looked sideways at the people.

He found that Xie You's back was facing him, and the screen of his phone was dazzlingly bright.

He leaned over to have a look.

On the screen, Zhihu page.

——I have a scumbag boyfriend, what should I do if I want to get back together now?

——The date is scumbag, and the other party hates me so much, how can I make him change his mind?

——The scumbag wants to get back together now, am I a scumbag?

——How to get back together naturally and unpretentiously after breaking up?

——The scumbag's strategy for being good.

……

Bucheng: "..."

He pretended he didn't see it, and put a hand across Xie You's waist.

Xie You shivered, and quickly turned off the screen, "Are you still asleep?"

"See when you can let me sleep." Bucheng's voice was thickly nasal.

Xie You: "..."

Obediently put down the phone and lie down.

The next day, there were dark circles under their eyes, and not only Xie You and Bu Cheng were yawning again and again, but Guan Yao beside him seemed to be in a bad mood.

Lu Xiao'er wondered, "You three, did you sneak out to play disco last night?"

Xie You didn't know Guan Yao's attitude towards this matter, and whether he would go online to reveal the news in the future, but Xie You was not too worried, and always felt that Bucheng would handle this matter well, after all, it was related to Bucheng's reputation.

He can be exposed to the news of being adopted, and the image of Bucheng's young role model is not easy to slander.

Xie You knew that Guan Yao would find a chance to be alone with him sooner or later.

Guan Yao showed the phone screen to Xie You, "I just found out that Xinghua Entertainment has changed its big boss. It is very low-key. The media didn't report it at all. It was simply changed in the entry. Guess what I saw? "

"I found out that Bucheng is our new boss." Xie You said.

Guan Yao laughed out loud, "It can't compare to you, the people in the city are too good at playing."

Xie You didn't like the tone of Guan Yao's words.

"So in the final analysis, you were not wronged by the black material before. You were taken care of, your private life was chaotic, and while being offered by the benefactor, you went to play with other little fresh meat. I dare to guess, the reason why it was cold back then, Is it because you were discovered by the patron for playing Xiao Xianrou?" Guan Yao said.

Xie You laughed, "That's right, those donors were not easy to serve, and they had a lot of work to do."

"From what you mean, Bucheng is not bad?"

"Didn't you hear it yesterday?" Xie You smiled dazzlingly.

Guan Yao looked uncomfortable, and the scene of daydreaming when he was standing at the door of the human room came back to his mind. He didn't want to think about it, but those pictures always popped up unconsciously. He saw Xie You lying under Bucheng, closing his eyes. The eyes are squinting and coquettish again and again.

Wohuo for no reason is like a white cake that I have been fancying for a long time, being taken away by others and soiled by others.

He originally wanted to be sarcastic, stepping on this person's pain. He hoped that what Xie You heard would be helplessness and escape, so that he would have a chance to express that he didn't care about his rough experience in the entertainment industry. I am grateful to him and even promised him with my heart.

"I misread you."

"Dr. Guan's liking may not be very valuable," Xie You smiled, "I won't tell you, I went to my family's benefactor, otherwise he will have to clean up at night if he sees it."

"Aren't you worried that I recorded the audio yesterday and exposed this matter?"

"Let's try it out and see how the CEO of MJ Group's public relations skills are?" Xie You said.

Guan Yao looked at the person's back and resisted the urge to drop his phone.

But at this time, a message from a friend came over.

--how's it going?The white moonlight you want to chase?

——It's just a coquette that anyone can get on.

Guan Yao was about to leave, but there was a strange movement from the next compartment.

"Camera, here you are, the last time!! Don't ask me to help you with this immoral thing in the future!"

"I know, I just want to see if I can shoot something interesting, maybe my career will start with this." Another voice said.

"Give it up, this group of people is very peaceful, and there are cameras in the room, can they be restless?"

"So I'll just shoot and have fun, it won't affect you."

When the two came out and saw Guan Yao, they panicked for a moment. One of them, Guan Yao, recognized him as the person in charge here, while the other didn't.

The two left in a hurry, but Guan Yao didn't pay much attention.

San Andrés Mickey Pantheon Square.

"Day of the Dead? Oh, I know, Coco!" Zhao Zekai said.

"That's right, one of your activities tonight is to participate in the Day of the Dead carnival parade, and the program team is funded." The director said.

Hearing the funding of the program group, the six people became interested.

"But we want to play a game." The director team said mysteriously.

When everyone heard it, they felt that the game head was big.

There are many tourists and locals in the square, and the avenue paved with marigolds is very eye-catching. Xie You can't help feeling that it has the same festival meaning as Qingming Festival, but the atmosphere is completely different.

Death is not the end, but oblivion is. Xie You has always felt that the Mexicans' interpretation of death is wonderful.

It was very inconvenient to push around and shoot. Lu Xiaoer and Zhao Zekai were crowded around and couldn't stand still, so they held Bucheng's arm. They looked at Bucheng, and they didn't know why people could not stand still in the wind and rain. An Rushan may be as tall as a person.

Bucheng looked at them for a while, then carried them to the inside with one hand, and stood with Xie You and the others, while he stood outside alone.

Zhao Zekai was trembling at first, thinking that Bucheng thought he was entangled in his arms.

Zhao Zekai approached Brother You, and secretly whispered to someone, "I feel that Brother Cheng is fierce, but he is not bad."

Xie You smiled.

The urination of the program group has developed to the point of shaking the world and crying ghosts and gods.

The six of them put on local Halloween makeup, the kind of makeup that your parents might not even recognize when they see it, and then throw it in the six corners of the big square. Each of them is equipped with a walkie-talkie, a miniature camera and a microphone.

The walkie-talkie was useless for the first hour, and mobile phones were not allowed. They wanted to find other people in this crowded square.

The director's team said that you have to use your telepathy.

six people:"……"

God damn telepathy.

Let's play our own way.

Xie You also knew the purpose of the director team, and wanted to make the most of the six of them to record the grand occasion of the Day of the Dead, which might also be a highlight of the show.

Shuttle alone among the crowds, watching people singing and dancing, singles, couples, out-of-town, local, old, young, male, female.

Xie You suddenly understood the meaning of the word "living to death".

Out of the corner of his eye on the right, Xie You seemed to catch a familiar figure, and Xie You turned his head.

At that moment, Xie You suddenly believed in the telepathy that the director said.

His heart skipped a beat.

Twenty meters away, the man was squeezed by the crowd, leaving only one shoulder and one head. He tilted his head slightly, and the black and white skull makeup covered his entire face.

Xie You hesitated again, he really couldn't tell if the painting was like this. At this time, there were three people of about the same height on the left and right of that person, with almost exactly the same makeup.

Only then did he realize that this is Mexico, where the average height is over 1.8 meters. You can't catch a tall one and think it's Bucheng.

But it doesn't hurt to try.

Xie You squeezed over there, the closer he got, the more he felt that it was Bucheng.

In the large square of 10,000+ square meters, they were thrown into six completely different locations.

He had only walked a few steps before he saw Bucheng, which was only 20 meters away. Xie You always felt that there seemed to be something hinting at himself in the dark. He had never hinted with confidence, but this time he suddenly wanted to make a bet .

If it is true, he will chase Bucheng back even if he dies.

If not... let’s talk about it.

It was only after he had squeezed out five meters that the man turned around and left, the black and blue straps on his shoulders dangling as if to express his refusal.

Xie You refused to accept it, and with a little force, he wiped off the camera, which was trampled to pieces by the crowd.

It's just that the figure from the back is getting farther and farther away.

Xie You was suddenly a little scared, afraid that this was the hint to him.

Xie You only looked away for a moment, then turned back, left, no, right, no, where is there anyone in sight?

My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't move forward.

He even had the urge to yell 'Bucheng', so he made a bet, what if he couldn't find it?

He wanted to move forward, but at this time, someone pulled his right wrist.

He turned back.

Bucheng didn't expect that the person would rush over so directly, he was caught off guard and watched the person open his arms towards him and hug him, Bucheng was quite at a loss with his hands hanging in the air.

Xie You hugged his neck tightly, the white foundation all over his face unconsciously rubbed against the skull suit.

Xie You relaxed from the top of his head to the soles of his feet in one breath.

Found it, luckily.

Bucheng calms down and hugs people back.

They painted weird makeup, and stood embracing each other on the streets of foreign countries, in the crowds, and beside the avenue of death paved with marigolds.

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