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Song Ziyu sat on the chair, his hands and feet were cold, he felt it was difficult to breathe every time, and there was a pain in his chest that was eroding his heart little by little.

He arched in pain, as if trying to retract himself into his shell.

Something in his eyes was dripping unconsciously, gradually blurring his vision.

At that time, when a man showed concern at him, he made sarcastic remarks.

The man told him that the road in the entertainment industry was never straight and could not be unimpeded. At that time, it fell into his ears, thinking that the other party was sneering.

I never thought about it, the man is really just to encourage him.

why,

He asked himself over and over again, why did the other party help him? Family ruin and death happen every day in the world. He would not think that he was the worst one. God took away his close relatives, at least leaving him without any incompleteness. s life.

So, why did He Wen support him?And deliberately concealed it so deeply.

If he hadn't hired people all over the world to search for traces of the man, and the dean hadn't said the name when he was dying, he would probably have spent his entire life in doubt.

There were several loud voices in my ears, they were crying, and the old man left very peacefully.

At the last moment of his death, he spoke out the secret that was pressed in his heart. Without any regrets, he chose not to bring the past of this life to another world.

Perhaps the old man would have some condemnation in his heart, but he finally broke his promise and broke his promise.

Probably the expression on his face frightened the people around him, and someone comforted him, saying that birth, old age, sickness and death are a stage in life and are inevitable.

Song Ziyu shook his head and told the other party that he was fine, but a little sad.

So he cried, and he hadn't shed tears for many years. At this moment, the suppressed emotions were vented like a broken floodgate.

He used to push people out of his reach with his own hands.

The lost thing may never be owned again, but he can't let it go. He doesn't know when, that person's face will appear in his mind, and he can no longer ignore it.

Moving his stiff fingers, Song Ziyu took out his mobile phone and pressed a few numbers. He secretly pressed many times almost every day, but he never dialed out a number.

It was the same this time, he deleted and pressed, pressed and deleted, repeating meaningless things endlessly.

How should I say it?Tell that man that he is wrong, that he does not know the truth of the matter, can you give him a chance to make amends...

One sentence is wrong, and one sentence is not known, so that it can be taken for granted, and beg for forgiveness from the other party with peace of mind?

Song Ziyu switched to the text message column and tried to send a text message, but he found that his mind was in a mess and he didn't know what to say.

Someone patted him on the shoulder, Song Ziyu raised his head, his slack eyes came into focus, he took the tissue handed over by the other party, and said thank you.

The funeral of the old man was very simple. The children he had educated sent him away, and the children who put him in the shroud were also his children.

He has been contributing to education all his life. He has no family, no wife and children. Fortunately, he has a group of young people who are grateful under his education.

A pine coffin about two meters long, a pile of dust, the end of a lifetime.

The winter rain was icy and the wind was bleak. Song Ziyu shrank his shoulders subconsciously. He felt very cold. The coldness coming from all directions made his blood feel like it was about to freeze.

Sitting in the car, the rain that the wheels rolled over the ground drove through the rain curtain.

The wipers swayed from side to side, clearing the rainwater from the car glass, but the scenery ahead still seemed blurred.

Because of the temperature difference inside and outside the car, a layer of fog formed on the glass and rearview mirror. Song Ziyu pursed his lips and adjusted the warm air on the air conditioner in the car.

There was a deep shadow between the frowning brows, and he turned the steering wheel, a little absent-minded.

Disorderly things kept appearing in his mind, for example, what kind of mentality should he have in front of He Wen.

I remember that not long ago, He Wen told him that the difference between kindness and love, he can conclude that there is no other incidental factor for He Wen's heart.

Song Ziyu narrowed his eyes, he couldn't overlap that upright and gentle face with the wild and flamboyant face now.

They are so different, except for the identical face, there is nothing to prove that they are the same person.

What's the problem?

He couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment, he had no idea that he was subconsciously making excuses for himself.

I want to find out why he didn't pay attention to He Wen before, but now he can't help but want to get closer.

His thoughts were a little confused, when he saw a big truck coming oncoming, he did not turn the steering wheel to get out of the way immediately, but paused for a second or two. For a short time, a flash passed in his mind The picture shows him lying in the hospital, and He Wen came to see him.

The horn outside the car suddenly rang continuously, and Song Ziyu finally woke up from that terrible thought. His hand holding the steering wheel was slippery due to sweat, and he turned on the turn signal quickly, and the car passed the big truck dangerously. Wipe it over.

The moment he passed by, he seemed to be able to feel the vibration brought by the car, which made his legs numb.

After a long time, Song Ziyu raised his hand to wipe off the cold sweat on his face. The sweat seeping from his back made his clothes wet, and it would be a little sticky. After walking around the road of death, his chaotic brain began to become clear.

If it was the old He Wen, then he would lie in the hospital, and the other party would definitely visit him.

But now this... maybe even if he didn't dodge just now and died on the spot, he probably wouldn't come.

When Song Ziyu appeared on the set, none of the staff dared to speak to him.

On the day the old man died, he asked Wang Wei for a few days off, but the other party's tone was not very good. Also, since the filming of "Broken Cocoon", he asked for leave a lot, and the media also reported that he was playing big names.

There's no way, city Y is a bit far from city T, and I can't help but want to take a look at that man.

"Song Ziyu, can you still shoot today?" Wang Wei walked over, his face a little gloomy, his gaze swept over Song Ziyu's bloodshot eyes.

Song Ziyu hummed, finished the filming early, and went to He Wen after finishing the work in hand.

"Ziyu, what's wrong with you?" Han Wenwen quietly looked at the distraught man in front of him, and asked softly.

Sitting on the chair, holding the water glass with both hands, but the temperature in the glass did not make him feel warm at all, Song Ziyu sighed in his voice, "I don't know."

"It has something to do with him?" Seeing the slight change in the other party's facial expression, Han Wenwen confirmed his guess, and let go after so long, but still felt a little disappointed.

Song Ziyu took a sip of water, his cold gaze seemed to be covered by other emotions, and his thoughts drifted away.

At that time, after he finished filming "The Wiped Youth", his acting career began to get smoother and busier, and his daily schedule was very full, so he couldn't sleep for a few hours a day.

I remember one time when he participated in the shooting of an advertisement, he was criticized by the photographer. The photographer is notoriously harsh, no matter how big the star is in front of the other party, he is treated equally.

If he failed to meet his requirements, he was also reprimanded.

That time when he saw He Wen standing in the corner, looking at him quietly, it was easy to be ignored.Not long after that, the photographer was beaten.

There are many such things. Now that I think about it, it seems that those who almost gave him face in those years had all kinds of strange encounters.

Song Ziyu felt a little bitter in his heart. It turned out that all the success he got was due to the silent contribution of that man behind his back.

Then why did he suddenly change a few months ago, he only looked at him with contempt and indifference...

Han Wenwen stared at the handsome and indifferent man in his memory, but now he showed a confused and restless expression, "Ziyu, do you know what I see in your eyes?"

Without answering, Song Ziyu raised his eyelids to look at her, then lowered them again.

"Desire for him." Han Wenwen bit his red lips lightly, "It used to be very faint, and it was not easy to find out, but now it is so strong that it is a bit scary, I believe he must have seen it."

My heart was shocked, He Wen also saw it, would he think he was very sad, but Song Ziyu just frowned and paused for a long time, "I don't know how to face him."

When He Wen looked at him in the past, his eyes would dodge, he was excited and gentle, and he also had strong emotions. Now He Wen...

If it was just a play planned by He Wen, just to make him regret and embarrass him, that would be great.

He can accompany He Wen to perform until the other party shouts card, has called.

Then those pasts can really all pass away, and everything starts again.

In the scene that day, Song Ziyu didn't make many mistakes, it was basically a one-off, as if the sadness and loneliness before was just an illusion, probably only Han Wenwen, who was his girlfriend in the newspaper, knew that he was on the verge of collapse Wandering back, you will fall into the abyss at any time.

Song Ziyu received a call after five days of suffering day and night, "The director of the TV series "The Wiped Youth" is Chen Yong, who is famously gay. He went to a club two days ago and bought it. I sat on Taiwan MB for one night, unfortunately, that MB is my friend."

The female voice on the phone was as calm as ever. Song Ziyu rubbed the center of his brows, and the blue circle under his eyelids was extremely obvious.

"He said that Chen Yong drank some wine, talked nonsense on the bed, and mentioned He Wen, because I mentioned it to him once, so he kept his eyes open and got out of the other party's words."

Song Ziyu clenched his phone tightly, feeling a bad premonition in his heart, as if as long as he listened to it, everything would change.

There was no more light in his life.

"Chen Yong said that the leading actor in that TV series was not you, but another actor. He said that the reason why you became popular was that He Wen sold his body to win you." Direct words, without a trace Tactfully, there was a voice from the other end, "By the way, Chen Yong's thing is not good. My friend said that he likes to be stabbed with a dildo before he can ejaculate."

Song Ziyu didn't hear the last sentence, he had already turned off the phone forcefully, his face was frighteningly pale, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

The words filled my mind, the reason why you are popular is because He Wen sold his body to win you over.

His heart seemed to be grabbed by a big hand, and he couldn't breathe due to the pain. Song Ziyu frowned in pain and tightened his jaw.

Disgusting, he felt so disgusting.

With a tumbling stomach, Song Ziyu squatted down and began to retch.

When the staff on the set saw this scene, they all rushed over. The scene became a mess, and the big guys asked questions in a hurry.

Song Ziyu coughed a few times, and bright red blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, staining his collar red.

"He vomited...he vomited blood." Someone screamed in fright.

"Brother Song--"

"Zi Yu."

Someone was calling his name beside his ear, Song Ziyu blinked his heavy eyelids, he slowly gave up struggling, and completely plunged himself into darkness.

don't wake up.

This is the last sentence that emerged in his consciousness.

When He Wen received Han Wenwen's call, he was shopping with Fang Jun in the supermarket. It was almost Chinese New Year, and he wanted to buy some New Year's goods.

After all, there are a lot of employees in the company, and it will not be too expensive to give some benefits during the Chinese New Year. The food and drink are purely for the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year.

"He's in the hospital." Han Wenwen's voice on the phone was exhausted.

Glancing at the young man who was choosing cotton socks for him, He Wen hummed, and said, he saw the report.

Then, the Korean voice on the other end of the phone raised a little, a bit hoarse, "Why don't you go and see him?"

"The identity of an old colleague?" He Wen raised his eyebrows, his tone was very calm, "Those paparazzi are waiting for some refreshment."

"He likes you." That Han Wenwen was sitting on a lounge chair in the hospital corridor, her red eyes blocked by sunglasses.

When He Wen heard this sentence, he seemed to hear such ridiculous words, his violent eyes closed slightly, and the corner of his mouth raised a sinister arc, "If he likes me, I must like him?"

Fang Jun next to him looked up at He Wen, and pushed the cart to another place to buy underwear for He Wen.

"He Wen, since you look down on him so much, please don't appear in his sight again." Han Wenwen's voice was choked, as if he was suppressing his crying, "I will try my best to make him forget you .”

He Wen chuckled and said, I wish you happiness.

After he hung up the phone, He Wen stood where he was, with a strange expression on his face, as if half pained, half evil, intertwined into a slightly distorted look.

After such a long time, the morbid obsession left by the original body has not disappeared completely, hiding in a corner he doesn't know, once Song Ziyu is involved, his heart will hurt.

He Wen slowly revealed a violent breath, and the atmosphere around him began to suppress.

There was a very weak voice crying in his heart, crying and begging him to see Song Ziyu, that voice could affect even his nerves.

Raising his hand and pressing his forehead fiercely, He Wen cursed a few words in a low voice, then strode up to Fang Jun, "Have you finished shopping?"

Glancing at the sexy underwear from the corner of the eye, He Wen laughed teasingly. He took two boxes and threw them into the cart. Seeing Fang Jun's weird expression, he said wickedly, "Show me to wear tonight."

The corner of Fang Jun's mouth twitched slightly, his ears were a little red, and he hummed vaguely.

That report had a great impact on the entertainment industry. Song Ziyu's movie fans went crazy. Many people came from distant cities and frantically guarded under the hospital, just to hear the news that Song Ziyu was out of danger in time.

Of course, there are also many people who want to block He Wen, some want to scold him in front of him, some want to stage a crying scene, all for Song Ziyu who is lying in the hospital.

However, the employees in the company looked at their boss with admiration, and were somewhat apprehensive.

The boss is very ruthless. They just have to be careful when doing things in the future, otherwise they will make a mistake and offend the other party, and they will probably just pack up and leave.

The worst thing was the crew of "Broken Cocoon", which can be said to be unlucky in the past. Wang Wei directly played Tai Chi with those media, but anyone who watched it knew that the face of the famous director Wang Wei looked like he had been constipated for a long time.

In the next few days, Han Wenwen didn't call He Wen again, and only Yu Bao insisted on calling three to five times a day, and the content was almost exactly the same each time.

"Brother Wen, let's come and see Brother Song, he is terrible now."

He Wen looked at the information on the Internet, intentionally or unintentionally searched for Song Ziyu's news, "How is he?"

"I don't know." Yu Bao was a little aggrieved. As an assistant, he didn't even have the right to know about the boss's physical condition, so he could only worry about it.

"What do you know?" There was some joke in his tone.

"I know Brother Song is ill, and I know he wants to see you." Yu Bao suddenly changed his subject and said angrily, "The media are a bunch of idiots. You can show grandma Qiong Yao what you wrote. , obsessed with love, there are human feelings in the world, and there is true love in the world..."

He Wen took the phone away, and Yu Bao on the other end was still chattering, yelling non-stop.

In the past few days, he has become the headline of the newspaper again, saying that he broke up with Song Ziyu, and Song Ziyu couldn't think about committing suicide. In short, what happened.

He Wen also really understands the horror of the media, a pen can write a person alive.

In this way, New Year’s Eve was ushered in under various rumors. On the [-]th day, not long after Fang Jun left, the doorbell rang. He Wen thought it was because he forgot to take the money, but when he opened the door, A few strangers stood at the door, all in conspicuous police uniforms.

A few policemen looked up and down at the man at the door. He was dressed in gray casual clothes, cotton slippers, messy hair, and looked sleepy.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it.

"What's the matter?" He Wen inspected the few people in front of him, his eyes were a little surprised, more sharp.

The man at the head of the group put the certificate hanging around his neck in front of He Wen, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. He, hello, we are from the Hengyuan Police Station, please come with us to the police station."