bereavement

A text message was received on the mobile phone: Lao Xie, reinforcements hurry up

Xie Qin glanced at him, ignored him, and turned his gaze back to the computer screen.Wan Zeyu was playing duo online with him, still playing as a female support.

"Victory!" The game is won.

Xie Qin took off his earphones and put on his black peaked cap.

Covering his mouth with one hand to block the wind, he lit a cigarette, then walked out of the Internet cafe quickly and turned into an alley.

The smog inside was like a fairyland, and a group of unscrupulous girls squatted on the ground and swallowed clouds.

At the end of the alley, there were two girls fighting each other, one of them was a tomboy, he was very ruthless, spat blood from his mouth, and kicked his butt.

When the group of women saw Xie Qin approaching, they were extremely nervous. The biggest of them was only a sophomore in high school. Xie Qin was a grown man with a height of almost 1 meters. , the jaw line is extremely sharp, revealing a gloomy coldness.

The hat covered the eyes, but not the tattoos.

Even if he ignored Xie Qin's underworld-like gangster aura and just heard "this guy has tattoos on his face", he knew that this f*cking guy was definitely not an ordinary ruthless guy.

The eldest sister among the girls stood up hesitantly, looked at Xie Qin, and said with a trembling voice, "Are you okay?"

Xie Qin ignored her, and shouted impatiently at the tomboy who was picking off the girl's bra, "Let's go."

"Wait! Wait until I convince this white-eyed wolf!"

The tomboy sat on the girl's lap, punching him to the corner of the eye, like an angry bitch bear, full of murderous intent.

Xie Qin waited impatiently, looked at the group of women on the ground, and immediately lowered their heads in fear. He took a breath of the cigarette, flicked the ash with his fingers, and landed on their hair.

"Let them have one on one."

The voice was cold and hoarse, and the meaning of warning was obvious.

The eldest sister nodded honestly.

Xie Qin didn't waste any more time, left the alley and took a taxi to KTV.

Tomboy is a new rapper signed by W8. His stage name is Brother Snake. At the age of 16, he dared to participate in underground competitions by himself, fighting his way in the world of smelly old men.

A contestant of her age would be very good if she didn't suffer from stage fright, but she didn't expect a young girl to have such a high level of freestyle.

Xie Qin was the invited guest in the game where she entered the fourth round. He saw with his own eyes how ruthless this little sister was when she swears.

Brother Snake is still a wife slave and has a girlfriend.

The door of the KTV private room was kicked open by Xie Qin. The room was filled with W8's brothers, and Wan Zeyu was also there. He patted the sofa next to him and motioned Xie Qin to come and sit next to him.

Xie Qin saw it, but didn't go, and sat down on the single sofa.

Wan Zeyu lowered his eyes, slowly withdrew his hand, and said nothing.

"Thank you for coming late, let's pick a few leftovers," said Liu Chao, the same age as Xie Qin, who was the disc player of W8. He pointed to the "princess" standing behind the sofa.

All the people in the room were accompanied by wine girls, all of them were very beautiful, Xie Qin tilted his head and glanced at the rest, the makeup was too heavy, he didn't want to kiss his lips, so he looked away without interest.

After reading his reaction, Liu Chao waved to the group of princesses: "The beauties have worked hard, go out for a rest, and let some boys come in."

Not long after the women went out, three little boys with make-up came in. They were quite handsome, and their height was no more than 175.

The cigarettes and alcohol on the coffee table were not good, Xie Qin looked away disappointed, put down his hat and went to sleep.

He leaned on the sofa and slept for a while, when he heard someone blowing a hooligan whistle, there was a sudden uproar in the room, and then he felt a sudden sinking in his thigh.

The boy straddled him, his face was red from the wine, and he unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

Xie Qin calmly opened his eyes and looked at him without speaking.

The last button came loose, and the boy pulled the shirt open, wrapped his arms around Seqin's neck, and leaned over to hug him, their chests pressed tightly against each other.

The boy and Xie Qin were quite different in size, and he was as small as a cat in his arms. He raised his face, rubbed the tip of his nose against Xie Qin's chin in a fawning manner, and said softly, "Brother, kiss."

Liu Chao choked back his laughter until his neck turned red, and one brother couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud first, which immediately made everyone lose their skills.

"Don't be cowardly, thank you, come on."

"It's not like it's not a man, who the hell can stand it."

"Hurry up, old Xie, live broadcast."

Wan Zeyu exhaled a puff of smoke and said expressionlessly, "Shut up."

The boy was restless, deliberately twisting and rubbing against certain parts.

Xie Qin put his big hands on the back of his neck, pressed his face inch by inch, and stared at him intently.

He squeezed aggressively with his hand, and the warning voice was hoarse: "Are you sure?"

The boy nodded without hesitation.

He was the one who set fire to death, and he was the one who regretted crying bitterly.

In the room, the boy was struggling to crawl forward with trembling arms. Seqin stopped behind him and watched him crawl away.

When he was about to escape at last, Xie Qin grabbed his ankle and yanked it back.

The boy trembled and cried, and screamed: "Ah!"

With no expression on his face, Xie Qin withdrew decisively and indifferently, and went into the bathroom to take a cold shower.

It was two o'clock in the morning when we left the hotel. Xie Qin didn't take a taxi, and walked alone in the cold wind and dark night. I won't sleep tonight. I will fly to the next tour city tomorrow, Beijing, and sleep on the plane.

The low-quality cigarettes he brought have all been smoked. This is not the small town where he can't buy the cigarettes he likes.

He went into the supermarket and took a box of Xuanhemen, bowed his head and lit the fire.

With his face covered by the escaping white mist, Xie Qin puffed his lungs, the smell of the smoke was still too light, as if he was inhaling air.

I am used to smoking bad quality products that are spicy and choking, no matter which brand of cigarettes I try again, I will only feel weak.

It was so pale that he had no interest at all.

As I was walking, I saw an old man lying under the street lamp in front of him, sleeping on a rag bag for harvesting crops, with his hands on his pillow, his legs curled up quietly.

Xie Qin took out his trouser pocket, which was full of coins. He picked out ten one-yuan steel coins, walked to the old man, and gently put them into the iron bowl.

Although the voice was kept quiet, the old man still woke up. He lay on the ground with his waist bent, without even lifting his head, and habitually kowtowed his head slowly to Xie Qin's shoes.

Xie Qin stretched out a hand to hold his forehead, preventing this movement.

The old man raised his face to look at him, his lips twitched, and he struggled to say "thank you" from his hoarse throat.

Xie Qin didn't speak, turned and left.

I can't remember when it started, but he always filled all the pockets on his clothes with coins, and when he met people in need on the street, he would secretly put them in their bowls.

He is not rich, and there is only so much he can do.

Feng Liguang's death made him completely disappointed in human nature, and Jiang Yanyu's departure cost him half his life.

Those who once loved him will end up hurting him.

How ridiculous.

The world had never really treated him well, gave him hope, and then took it back, watching him collapse again and again, laughing at him getting more and more embarrassed.

Like making fun of him, like teasing a stupid clown.

"Di-di-!!"

"Fuck! You idiot!! You fucking don't know how to hide!!"

The truck braked suddenly, the driver's head hit the glass, and the cargo overturned and scattered all over the place.

When he drove over just now, Xie Qin suddenly stopped in the middle of the road and did not move.

"I'm really convinced, idiot." The driver jumped off the truck, picked up the goods on the ground while cursing, stared at Xie Qin and roared:

"If you miss in the middle of the night, you can just jump off the fucking building!! Why do you come out and harm others? How wicked."

Xie Qin didn't have the slightest wave of emotion on his face, and without saying a word, he squatted down silently and helped him pick up the goods.

"Are you dead or alive?"

Seeing his appearance, the driver felt a little apprehensive. This man seemed to have lost his soul. Anyone who encountered such a weird thing in the middle of the night would panic.

Xie Qin threw the goods into the trunk, glanced at him, and said coldly, "It's alive."

The expression on the driver's face was complicated, his facial features wrinkled in disgust. He hurriedly packed his things, climbed into the truck and left, keeping his eyes on the rearview mirror. The more he looked at Xie Qin, the more creepy he felt, a half-dead thing.

Back at the hotel, Xie Qin hastily packed up his luggage. He didn't bring much, and he wasn't afraid to leave this or that.

For him, there is nothing that cannot be lost, and it doesn't matter.

Before Liu Chao and the others came back from KTV, he and Brother Snake were the only ones left in the hotel, but Brother Snake must have not slept, and he was probably on the phone with his girlfriend.

Only Xie Qin was alone, sitting by the bed, listening to music with earphones on.

"Holding the drinking girl in my arms, wechat telling my girlfriend to go to bed early, and the girl in Moments is as beautiful as a heart thief." - "Underground Tavern"

The source of inspiration for this lyric is the brothers in KTV. If scumbags are divided into grades, Xie Qin will be at the bottom of W8.

"Waste" was the first song written at that time. During the two months when his mood fell to the bottom, Xie Qin's depression was so severe that he needed to be hospitalized, but he didn't go, hiding in the smelly and dirty room , Crying and self-mutilation while writing songs.

If you have a depression attack, you will take medicine desperately. If you still cannot restrain your emotions, you will use a knife to cut your arm until it is scratched.

Gradually, there will always be sudden irritability, and even once because I couldn't write the lyrics, I was so angry that I slammed my head on the wall.

While being tormented by depression, he was also tormented by the side effects of antidepressants, lethargy, sluggish thinking, and memory loss. He slept for [-] hours in a row, and after waking up, he was muddled, his brain was confused, and he couldn't distinguish between hallucinations and reality.

"I'm sorry, our hospital is limited. I suggest you go to the Beijing Mental Health Center for treatment."

This was the cruelest sentence Xie Qin had ever heard from a doctor.