he has a clean freak

Aunt Yan asked about the cold and warm, while Yan Wangxiao was neither cold nor hot, but she was considered polite.Yan Lixiao's smile was strangely bright, and the light reflected from his eyes by the lenses gave a hint of warning, Yan Wangxiao just turned a blind eye to it.

"Auntie, I'm much better and I can be discharged from the hospital soon. You can go back." Yan Wangxiao interrupted her.

"Come home with me. Your father was a little shocked when he heard the news about you. The teacup broke. You go back to see him and have a meal together by the way, huh?"

Yan Wangxiao grabbed the bed sheet at once, "No." After thinking for a while, "I'll ask Song Li to bring some gifts home later, as a repayment for his kindness in nurturing him, and I won't go back. He doesn't welcome me, so I won't be happy if I go back to find him." Is it?"

Aunt Yan scolded: "Father and son have no overnight feud, they should have reconciled long ago, you keep procrastinating."

"No! I'm going to change clothes, please avoid it for a while." Yan Wangxiao lost his temper and pulled his collar.

Liang Songying held down his hand, "Go home and have a look, maybe let me meet uncle."

Yan Wangxiao's complexion changed, "What's good about him, search his name on Baidu, and you can see the pictures as much as you want."

Liang Songying was helpless, and whispered: "Isn't it true that my name is not right..."

Yan Wangxiao frowned slightly and fell silent.

"Well, both of them have such stubborn tempers, which makes people helpless." Aunt Yan sighed, "Li Xiao, you usually try to persuade him more."

"It's not enough for me to persuade him? He doesn't listen to anyone." Yan Lixiao accompanied her to leave, paused at the door, turned around and pointed at Yan Wangxiao and said, "Selfish."

"What?" Aunt Yan asked.

"I didn't say anything, I told you not to bump into the door frame." Yan Lixiao said.

"I have good eyesight, and I can still bump into it. Nonsense. Wang Xiao, Auntie is gone."

"I'm blind. I care too much about my mother."

The two people were talking, and the sound of talking and footsteps gradually faded away.

Liang Songying listened to the conversation between the two mothers and sons, and turned her head to see Yan Wangxiao's downcast eyes.

Liang Songying sat down again, thinking of what to say to comfort him.

"I thought Yan Lixiao was my younger brother at first." Yan Wangxiao said suddenly, "Later, my father married an aunt and asked me to call him brother. He is two years older than me. Do you know what this implies? I hate that person very much, his I don't want anything."

Compared with Yan Wangxiao's clear love and hate mood, Liang Songying, an outsider, has a calmer mentality, "He is sorry for your mother, but he may not be sorry for you, just like many parents who quarrel and quarrel, but love and love their children."

"Don't speak for him."

"Okay, anyway, think about it yourself, the relationship between adults, the relationship between adults and children, you have to distinguish clearly. Okay, I won't talk about it."

Yan Wangxiao got up from the hospital bed and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he saw Liang Songying closing and locking the window by the window. "It's so stuffy, don't turn it off, it's not cold when the wind comes in." He said.

"I have something to tell you." Liang Songying didn't listen to him, and went to lock the door again.

Yan Wangxiao looked at his posture and touched his face, "You punched me, it hurt me so much, hiss~"

Liang Songying reached out and touched it, with concern and apology on his face, "I'm sorry." His expression didn't look like an interrogation and blame, but there was a gentle and melancholy smile, "Take good care of your wound, and it won't hurt in two days."

"Yeah. Where's Ye Yang?" Yan Wangxiao asked, "Did he say anything? Didn't anything happen?" Then he remembered something important, and looked up the news on his mobile phone.He lowered his head, and Liang Songying could see the curls on the top of his head, and the slightly long bangs hanging down his cheeks. "Fortunately, only the news about me is exaggerated." Yan Wangxiao raised his head and smiled slyly.Liang Songying was puzzled for a moment, and then smiled faintly, "It's scary enough, your fans are crazy on Weibo."

After finishing speaking, his smile faded away, and it was stained with gloom. "Why do you..." He lowered his voice very softly, "You want to commit suicide?"

Yan Wangxiao's body trembled, "I was just scaring Ye Yang, I was just acting, I didn't really want to jump off." He explained solemnly: "I didn't expect Zhou Bei to call you to let you see that scene. I really , just to scare Ye Yang, there was nothing he could do at that time, he forced me... I swear, I have no suicidal thoughts, never."

Liang Songying looked confused, recalling the palpitatingly realistic scene on the rooftop, and asked, "Really acting?"

"Yes. You know, my acting skills are good, and I can say that there is no flaw in my performance in front of Ye Yang. He must now believe that I would rather die than let him do what he wants. Let's see if he will put forward new conditions. It will be resolved soon."

Liang Songying said: "Then what about you now, are you acting?"

Yan Wangxiao was stunned, "No."

Liang Songying was dubious, "Are you really okay? The doctor said that you are not in good health, can acting make yourself dizzy?"

Yan Wangxiao looked at him, "Because I was worried about your affairs, I couldn't eat well or sleep well."

Liang Songying let out a sighing smile, both touched and helpless.

He looked out of the window, this is the fifth floor, jumping from here would probably be a one-hundredth of a thing.He doesn't dare to say anything to stimulate Yan Wangxiao now. It's hard to tell whether Yan Wangxiao is true or false about the video, which makes him feel tired.

He sat for a while, then went home to give Yan Wangxiao his clothes, and Song Li came in to watch over Yan Wangxiao and play games with him.

"Song Li, please watch over him and don't leave." Liang Songying urged.

"Don't worry, I'm here, I'm fine." Song Li said with a smile.

Liang Songying looked back at the window and Yan Wangxiao, and closed the door of the ward.He walked away from the ward step by step, suddenly felt scared, couldn't help but want to turn around, and walked back to Yan Wangxiao's side.When he couldn't move, he stopped in the corridor.Looking down from the window at the end of the corridor on the fifth floor, there is a small remote garden below, with a cold and hard concrete floor.The sky outside is gray, night is about to fall, and the north wind is blowing in.But there was a fire in his heart that warmed his heart, and he wrapped his overcoat tightly around his cold body, smoking cigarettes one after another, and the mischievous wind blew the shreds of tobacco around.

He looked down downstairs.The height of a five-story building has never scared him, but now it is like a flood of beasts, and Yan Wangxiao will be swallowed if he is not careful.Regardless of whether the dance is real or not, the seed of fear is planted in the bottom of my heart, Yan Wangxiao can't pull out that seed no matter what he swears.I was afraid that Yan Wangxiao would lie on the ground one day, covered in blood, and would never open his eyes again.

He used to think of love very beautifully, even if he talked about daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, he would still have tranquil happiness, live a fulfilling life every day, never thought that it could be serious enough to be a matter of life and death.It is also possible to instinctively hate while loving.

The north wind was stern, and pain appeared on his face.

He closed the window, leaving only a small gap, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, turned and left resolutely.

In fact, any new conditions that Ye Yang raises in the future will always be obtained from Yan Wangxiao, and he is just acting as a handle.He went home and sat in front of the computer enduring strong nausea, took a few screenshots of the contents of the CD, blurred the resolution, added mosaics, and organized them into a compressed folder.Taking advantage of the night, I went out and bought a phone card and mobile phone at a roadside stall, hid aside and used data to send the folder to the mailboxes of two newspapers that are famous for their gossip.

The windows and doors were closed tightly, and he leaned back on the back chair and stared blankly at the night street outside the window, with the flow of people passing by, tears falling silently.He cried for a while, wiped away his tears, drove back in the silent car, packed two sets of clothes and pajamas for Yan Wangxiao, and hurried to the hospital.

Yan Wangxiao was under Song Li's care. He just had dinner and saw his eyes were red. After Song Li left, he asked, "What's wrong with you? Come and sit on my bed."

It was rare that Yan Wangxiao didn't mind, Liang Songying kicked off her shoes happily and climbed into the bed, the two of them squeezed together.The single bed was small, and he almost nestled in Yan Wangxiao's arms as a human cushion, without speaking, it was as if he had become a weak animal that had nothing to do with the world.

"You said today that you are going to study directing courses, but you haven't decided where to go. How about going to the United States?"

"Okay, but you have to come with me."

"When will I go? I'll leave anytime."

"Wait until I finish filming the latest movie, one month at the latest."

They spent the night researching American schools online and exchanging ideas.Suddenly, a webpage link that recommends relevant news based on the search content popped up on the browser page. Yan Wangxiao's face changed drastically when he saw the title.

Naturally, Liang Songying also saw it, but she didn't expect it to be so fast. After skimming through the comments, her hands were shaking, suffocating with sadness, and she clasped her hands all at once.

Yan Wangxiao closed the notebook forcefully, fell to the ground, and said viciously: "Ye Yang!"

Yan Wangxiao didn't dare to look at Liang Songying, took the mobile phone, and forgot to put on his coat, and walked out while dialing the phone with his shoes on.He made countless phone calls, and everyone who could get close to the network management asked if there was a way to delete all posts and photos.

The situation developed too fast, the spread of the photos spread from the forums, and all major social networking software were hotly discussed, which caused a greater sensation than when Luo Cha Liang Songying was out of the closet.

Yan Wangxiao hesitated outside the door for a while, opened the door, and saw Liang Songying sleeping under the quilt with her eyes closed.He went over, got into the bed and hugged him, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Liang Songying said "Hum".

Liang Songying was quiet and motionless, Yan Wangxiao was infected and slowly calmed down.Hold him tight.Liang Songying seemed to be relieved, and raised her hand to touch his head.

Yan Wangxiao felt something more from his calmness, the unspoken fear, and the desolation and despair that might leave the stage from now on.

It was he who ruined him.If it hadn't been related to him, how could Ye Yang have targeted him, and how could he have been hurt by Zhou Yang.Yan Wangxiao fell into deep self-blame, unable to do anything about the status quo.

They are like a flat boat floating on the sea, clinging to each other calmly and desperately.

Close your eyes and wait for the dawn tomorrow, when the wind and waves will hit your head.

Liang Songying couldn't fall asleep, and when she was extremely tired, she had a dream, dreaming that he was walking on the street, and everyone stopped and pointed at him.He looked over one by one, trying to make out what they were buzzing from the countless parted and closed lips.There is an open-air stage in front, the audio equipment is set up, and a large poster says Liang Songying's solo concert.He went up and adjusted the microphone. At this moment, the prelude to the song he just made his debut sounded. He smiled and started to sing along with the accompaniment. Suddenly, everyone on the street rushed over and made a huge roar, which he couldn't hear. My own singing became louder and more anxious, and the faces of everyone below gradually blurred.Hoarse and out of breath, he passed out and hit his head on the hard ground.

It hurts.

Struggling to wake up from a dream in the middle of the night, the body bounced up unconsciously, and the shock remained in my mind.Open your eyes, wake up for a while, look around, there is silence in the darkness, and you can hear a person next to you breathing steadily.Close your eyes with peace of mind.A few months ago, he didn't dare to sleep with the lights off, but now thinking of what happened in that small dark room, in the wet and cold weather, walking in the parking lot at night, and being alone at home, there was only a trace in his heart. Waves, the rest of the feeling has been faded by time.

Time is the magician.

There is nothing that is not being rubbed and changed in this torrent, even feelings, even love, will have different degrees of depth at different times.

such as……

This person next to me.

Also, the self-proclaimed always sticking to the original heart...myself.

Early the next morning, Yan Wangxiao planned to send Liang Songying to the United States to avoid the limelight, but before he even went to the airport, he was brought back to G City in the south by a bad news.The grandfather who lives alone in his hometown in the south has the habit of reading the morning newspaper every day. Today, he still goes out for a walk and eats breakfast. He carries the breakfast bought for his wife in one hand and rolls up a newspaper in the other.Frightened by the title of the photo on the entertainment version, I wanted to ask for clarification, and at the same time I didn’t want my wife to know. I hurried out to find my daughter’s house to ask, but the road was not looking good, I stumbled, fell down and never got up again.

The 94-year-old man passed away just like that.

Liang Songying's family flew back to China that day, but they couldn't see the old man for the last time in the hospital.Grandma Liang cried sadly and was in a bad mood, lying on the bed at home.

Liang Songying went to the funeral, and was beaten out by Liang Sixin in the mourning hall, blatantly severing the relationship between father and son.Li Qinghan protected his son and was slapped, and then left the Liang family with his son.

The reporter who followed Liang Songying to City G reported on Liang Songying's recent situation, and wrote in an exaggerated headline: "Liang Songying, a former star, killed his grandfather and became a disgrace to the Liang family and was abandoned."

Many netizens on the Internet accused Liang Songying of indiscretion in his life, completely inconsistent with his positive and healthy image of gentleness, elegance, enthusiasm and charity that he has shown in the past.About Liang Songying, there are all such negative/negative news.

Liang Songying never showed up to explain.

His cell phone keeps ringing all day, it's not turned off, it just doesn't answer.

Yan Wangxiao managed to avoid the reporters' siege and flew to G City, but he couldn't get through to Liang Songying's phone.When they arrived at Liang's house, they saw the white silk hanging high in the mourning hall and offered wreaths, but Liang Sixin also scolded them and drove them away, and threw them out of the house together with the wreaths.

He wandered around the unfamiliar streets like a blind fly, looking for Liang Songying.Zhou Bei was also called by him, and the two went around for a day. Seeing that dusk was approaching, Yan Wangxiao received a call from Liang Songying.

"Pine Shadow!" Yan Wangxiao asked calmly, "Where are you?"

"...My friend's hotel." A weak voice came from the other side.

"Tell me the address. I'll go find you now. I'm in City G." Yan Wangxiao couldn't help saying softly, hearing the empty echo from there.

"...Have you seen those photos?" Liang Songying didn't answer him, and continued to use a weak voice, "Everyone is contemptuously humiliating me, my family hates me, calls me unfilial, shames them, and drives me out Again. Dad can’t tell me that my surname is Liang. Without my son, I will take my mother’s surname from now on, and change my name to Li. What do you think I will change my name to make it sound better? If I change it, no one will know me, and all the scandals will be hidden. It’s only related to the former Liang Songying, but the future Li Xing Xing is clean, with a different name, the inside is the same, which is very good.”

"Songying, I love you..." Yan Wangxiao said.

Liang Songying laughed like she was crying.

There was silence for a long time.

"Which hotel are you in?" It was already dark outside the car window, and Yan Wangxiao couldn't help breaking the silence.

Liang Songying didn't speak, and hung up the phone.

The car was silent, Yan Wangxiao threw the phone out.