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Song Cheng: Video?

I paused my fingers and turned to look at my room.I just owned my own house in college, and I was suppressed by the serious atmosphere of the Xu family for a long time, because most of the main house is made of well-made and heavy sandalwood furniture, so I hate that plain style.In addition, at that time, I preferred brightly colored oil paintings. Although the exterior decoration was simple and elegant, I made up my mind to turn my bedroom into a secret garden that belonged to me alone.

In the end, I spent a lot of money to remove all the furniture that was installed in the bedroom when I bought the house, and designed it in a style that looks a little pompous and luxurious now.In particular, there is a soft and comfortable big bed in the middle, with layers of curtains hanging down, which makes people feel very safe.I enjoy lying in bed and looking around, everything in this room works to my liking, I am the hidden king of my domain.

But this place is obviously not suitable for video calls with Song Cheng. I took the door to the messy study room full of documents and professional books, carefully chose a suitable angle to put on the earphones, and then clicked on the video option.

Song Cheng answered quickly, looking a little flustered, and showed me a warm smile: "Jun Yan!"

"Where are you?" I saw that his side was a little dim, and asked, "Is the filming over?"

"I will have the last show the day after tomorrow, and I will wrap up after that." He smiled a little embarrassedly, and showed me the brightly lit crew not far behind him, "We are in the countryside, they are about to finish work, I am sitting by the field .”

"...You've lost weight." Song Cheng was visibly thinner, and his eye circles were still a little blue. The living conditions there must not be very good.I was in a complicated mood, but I could only say a word dryly, "Eat more."

"Because I came here temporarily and wanted to get into the drama as soon as possible, so I read the script for a long time at night." In fact, I can imagine what a serious and desperate person like him would do, probably because he has carefully considered the whole plot for a long time, obviously a lot The role has nothing to do with him, and he will not skip it at a glance.Song Cheng never talked about his hard work, but instead talked about me, "Jun Yan, have you not had a good rest? You don't look very well. I'll make soup for you when you go back. Really, I told you not to go again. Working the night shift will be too much for a person..."

"Song Cheng."

I took a deep breath and called his name.He really stopped, because it was too dark, his side looked a little blurry, but I seemed to see him looking at me in front of me, gentle and helpless: "What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing." I couldn't say it in the end, whether it was a lie or the truth, "I just... miss you very much."

"I miss you too." There was a smile on his lips, as if he wanted to say something.Someone called him from a distance behind him, he turned his head and responded, stood up and kissed the camera lightly and quickly, then he became ashamed first, and whispered, "I'll bring you a gift when I come back."

The video was hung up, I stared at the chat interface for a long time, my cheeks were a little hot.It was as if a real kiss had touched my skin, warm and soft.

Lies will always be exposed one day, and the relationship between us is destined to not last long, I know this very well.I think, if Song Cheng and I are just friends with benefits who have a short-term dewy relationship, I am happy to play this role-playing on the spur of the moment to the extreme, and leave enough memories for each other.I'm sure I can do well, I'm a qualified actor and partner with benefits, I will do much better than now.

When I first started catching butterflies, I always pinched it clumsily and hurt its wings.This scene was seen by a certain sister. She was shocked and told me that only bad children would do this.

I felt aggrieved, and under her order, I had no choice but to put the butterfly that I had painstakingly caught on the flower stand. She taught me that releasing it now would be regarded as making amends.I looked at it reluctantly, lowered my head and grabbed the corner of my clothes, not daring to argue.She slowed down and asked me why I like butterflies?

I said: Because it is beautiful, I want to get it.

I had a lot of things in my mind, and I was afraid that she would think I was making noise, so I didn't say all of them.In fact, in addition to this, it is also because the butterflies fly around, but everyone turns a blind eye, as if I am the only one who notices its difference.Because of this, I take on an indescribable responsibility to treat this beauty exclusively and want to keep it in the palm of my hand.

The elder sister accidentally said this at the dinner table. They looked at me very strangely. I heard an elder whisper: He is the same person as his father.

That was the first time I heard them mention my father.

It rained heavily that night, and when I went to visit the next day, the butterfly that could not fly away had already died in place.Big tears rolled down my eyes, I was so sad, that was my first butterfly, its wings had a dreamy blue phosphorescence.

They say: It's all your fault, who made you catch it in the first place?What's the use of crying?Now it's dead.It deserves it!

My sister sighed twice, she was not bad to me, she touched my head and explained to me: sometimes the wrong things can never be remedied.Don't catch butterflies next time, I can send you a painting album with butterflies, it's the same.

I dug a small hole and buried it in. My sister helped me plant a few camellia seeds on it, saying that it would turn into a flower in the future.

I thought and thought, and asked seriously: In the future...if I do something wrong again in the future, what should I do?

I didn't get an answer.So I am still keen on catching butterflies, just as I am keen on catching those beautiful things that are unattainable in life, and firmly hold the things that are so short even for a moment in the palm of my hand.

My skills are getting better and better, but no matter how good a hunter is, there will be a day when I miss. Many butterflies die in my hands and turn into tears and camellias.Then I finally understood one thing - if you don't want to hurt them, don't reach out.

Make no mistake.If you make a mistake, there is no way to undo it.

Song Cheng.

Now it's time for me to hesitate.

But I don't regret the lie I blurted out, I just feel like I shouldn't.Humans are creatures that depend on tenderness and crave more...more.I shouldn't think I'm special enough to resist tenderness.

No one can resist being loved.

I let go of the phone and let the phone fall to the floor. I slowly curled up in the corner of the study, realizing that I had made a big mistake.My mistake was that I didn't keep the distance between my girlfriends, I didn't try my best to seduce Song Cheng, and I left gracefully after I got it.My mistake was that I was attracted by a warm light, bewitched by a scent of soup, and followed Song Cheng into his house curiously.He shouldn't be different from others, I did too much wrong.

I am fully aware of my selfish nature, playing with Song Cheng's feelings at will, I am an irresponsible scumbag.Even if I was beaten up and dumped by him after confessing, I deserve it all.But Song Cheng is so gentle, considerate and forbearing, if he got hurt because of me, a scum, he would most likely break up with me gently, and then silently pick up the fragments of lies all over the floor.

I can't imagine how sad he looked...my heart is about to break.

I'm scared.I'm afraid that he will become like the first butterfly, which was soaked by the rain and turned into a cold blue.

I was thinking aimlessly, and suddenly realized that I always seemed to take my actions for granted, and no one had ever made me think of them——

Perhaps while catching this butterfly, I was also caught by him.