long drift

When Lin Qiubie woke up, the night outside the window was still dark, a crescent moon peeked through the curtain, and a branch of crabapple was graceful.

He was curling up in that person's arms, his chest was hot in front of him, and he was covered with cold blankets behind him.

Suddenly buried by the sudden sadness, Lin Qiubie suddenly raised his head and bit the man's sharp jaw.

Yan Qingzhou stretched out his hand to pat Lin Qiubie's head drowsily, and murmured, "Brother, don't make trouble..."

All the sadness and grievance disappeared in an instant, Lin Qiubie stopped his movements, and smiled ironically for a long time.

Wronged?Only those who love him dearly have the right to be wronged. He can act like a spoiled child unscrupulously, vent his anger indiscriminately, and act recklessly without reason. Why is he wronged by Yan Qingzhou?

It is tantamount to seeking shame.

Lin Qiu gently moved Yan Qingzhou's hand away, propped himself up, and put his arms around his knees: "Qingzhou, Yan Qingzhou...you are so cruel." One hit kill.

He closed his eyes, hummed a melody softly, and then recalled the past.The performance venue was brightly lit and lively, so many people cheered for him and boiled for him...

However, standing in the middle of the stage, he could only feel the deep loneliness, as if he was separated in another world, another cramped, cold and dark world, where the injured could only lick their wounds alone.

Many people say they love him, but no one can save him.

Depression, yes, the doctor said it was depression.

Lin Qiubie always thinks this disease is hypocritical, but every time the disease strikes, he has no strength to fight back against it.

The coldness of the orphanage, the torture of adoptive parents, the past cyber violence, the dirty darkness under the charming appearance of the entertainment circle...

No matter how brilliant his life is now, it is nothing more than putting on a gorgeous and fragile coat for a soul that has been riddled with thousands of holes.

How gentle, refined and personable he is in front of others, how fragile, ridiculous and even hysterical he is behind others.

Finally, on an ordinary night, I sent a text message to a fan I had never met face to face—look, the sunrise.

Then I jumped down from the 32-story building, recalling my life in just two or three seconds, I just feel hypocritical.

When he chooses the time of sunrise, he hopes that the fireworks in the world of mortals and the sunshine in the world can illuminate his path of reincarnation, so that he will not be so desolate and lonely.

He is afraid.

Too scared to be alone, too scared to be alone.

But he didn't die, he woke up in another world and became Yan Qingzhou's senior brother.

Lin Qiubie briefly recalled his past life. He got out of bed and walked through the night to find a lamp, a lamp that Yan Qingzhou thought he had hidden very well.

That lamp condenses the soul and brings the dead back to life.