I'm down after reuniting with my ex

Jiang Fan's expression froze, "You are not him after all, how can you know what he is thinking."

Ji Changan was relieved, he sat up straight, looked at Jiang Fan, "You are a director, do you say such things to actors?"

Jiang Fan closed his eyes and chose to be silent.

"It's me or not him, or I feel ashamed, who knows?" Ji Changan straightened his clothes and stood up, "After all, I'm not you, the director."

Ji Changan said yes, but left without waiting for Jiang Fan's answer.

Jiang Fan closed his eyes tightly, and the veins in his temples were bulging. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Meng Yin sitting next to him, slumped lazily in the chair, dressed plainly in white washed jeans.

It was Meng Yin when he was an adult.

Tall, thin and straight, even taller than him.His skin color is paler than when he was a teenager, but he is still a healthy wheat color.

The muscle lines on his arms are beautiful.

The students' arson made Qing Zhi exposed to the public, three years after Wen Yan left.

They also happen to be leaving this school.

Jiang Fan still stubbornly wants to learn how to be a director, and refuses to follow his parents' request to go to a vocational school. The parents who had a second child told him that he was already an adult, so they asked him to pack his bags and go to work, and they didn't want to bother him anymore.

And Meng Yin, who reorganized his family, naturally packed his bags and left.

They left together, and he fumbled around in Hengdian, money?How much money can a teenager with nothing have.

So their life depended on Meng Yin in the car dealership, whether it was cold winter or summer, crawling under the car, covered in oil stains, screwed out screw by screw.

So Meng Yin has very beautiful muscle lines, but it is also full of injuries.

In fact, the days of poverty are happier...

"Do you hate me?" Jiang Fan knew it was just his illusion, so he still wanted to ask.

Meng Yin looked up at the sky, the night was very cold, "I love you."

"If you love me, you shouldn't kill yourself..."

Meng Yin smiled softly, "You really hate me."

"You can wait for me, let me tell you, I won the best director, and I can stay with you for a long, long time, Meng Yin... we can, we can have someone happier than Wen Yan Life." Jiang Fan scratched his hair frantically.

"Damn..." Meng Yin laughed, "You can blame whoever you want, I'm already dead anyway."

died…

The cold feeling spread from the fingertips to the heart, "I'm dead... I'm dead..."

"Well, the knife I chose wasn't blunt enough, so lo and behold, I cut my wrist."

Before Jiang Fan could react and say anything, his beautiful and strong forearm was stretched out in front of him just now, and the flesh and blood rolled up, one knife after another, the bone was visible deep, and sticky blood dripped onto his hand.

"Ah!" Jiang Fan jumped up in horror, the chair was overturned, and his bones rolled on the ground.

He was still in shock, and Meng Yin had disappeared before his eyes.

The cleaning staff in the distance looked at him in astonishment.

...

Wen Yan glanced at Ji Changan's news, and then at the message sent by his assistant, knowing that everything went well with Ji Changan's filming, he felt relieved.

It has been more than a month, and it has entered the early spring season.

Ji Changan's place went well, but the filming of the whole crew did not go well.

There are even rumors that it is haunted, because the director is always talking to himself, and then looks terrified.

In this school, ten students and five teachers were killed in the arson attack that year.

So some people say haunted.

It is impossible to be haunted. Some people have ghosts in their hearts.

Looking at the schedule, it will be his part soon.

Seeing Jiang Fan's obsessed appearance, Wen Yan was also a little worried about Ji Chang'an.

So he chose to work overtime to get things done in advance so that he could go and see Ji Changan.

He smiled self-deprecatingly when he was processing the documents. He was pitiful for his young age, but his body looked like he was five or sixty years old. The temperature had risen, spring was here, and the air conditioner was on, but he still felt pain from time to time.

Wen Yan sometimes still thinks pessimistically, he doesn't know how long he can be with Ji Changan.

He wants to live a long life.

When the scarlet liquid dripped onto the folder, Wen Yan wiped it off with a piece of paper in shock. The secretary saw it and hurriedly helped him deal with it. It wasn't until Wen Yan's nosebleed stopped that the secretary said, "Chairman, what are you doing?" It's been too hard for a while, and you should take a proper rest and pay attention to your body, otherwise Mr. Ji will be worried."

Wen Yan looked at the blood on the cuff of his white shirt, "It will be over soon, and then I will give myself a period of vacation, so I will work hard for you."

"You've already taken care of a lot of things."

Wen Yan nodded, he stared blankly at the blood on his cuff.

...

Yan Sheng's attention has recently been attracted by the new student.

When the student first arrived, his head was still bandaged, and his face was bloodless.

His expression was stupefied, and it seemed that he wanted to make people feel distressed.

For example, now, when eating alone in the cafeteria, it is also very attractive.

This school manages naughty and difficult-to-discipline bad children for the parents.Of course, there are also some students who just met relatively bad native families.

The essence is well-behaved.

Well-behaved...lonely, which means he's easy to hit.

After Yan Sheng observed secretly for a few days, one day after evening class, he called to his office on the grounds that some parents wanted to have an informative feast.

He has a separate office, in the corner of the corridor, with the curtains drawn to cover the greenery of the back hill.

He adjusted his glasses, and after Wen Yan sat down, he closed the door and drew the curtains.

He heard the boy ask him calmly, "Teacher, what's the matter? Where's my uncle?"

Yan Sheng turned on the light. For some reason, the light in his office was always extremely dim.

He sat in front of the young man, "He left something and left first, Wen Yan, right? Are you still used to life recently?"

"Ah."

The young man is pretending to be calm, look, his little face is already pale with fear, but he is still pretending to be calm.

It's really interesting, he likes to watch it the most, the fluffy rabbit, unable to struggle.

He reached out to hold the young man's hand, but the young man stood up abruptly and backed away, the chair scratching harshly.

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

Yan Sheng curled her lips and smiled softly, "I am your life teacher, and I will check your body."

"But I'm not sick."

"Prevention, this is necessary. Our school always puts students' health first. If you don't check me, it is also a violation of school rules. If you violate it, you will be punished more severely." Yan Sheng looked at Wen Yan. , the glasses refracted the light, "For example, the semester will be extended again."

He saw the young man struggling for a long time, but there was still nothing he could do. He nodded his head, and he finally took his hand. Look at the skin and bones, he looks better than the kid named Jiang Fan.

When he rolled up his sleeves to take a closer look, he saw rashes on his hands, which were horribly red and swollen, and some of them were even bleeding.

he was shocked...

"Cut!" Jiang Fan said, dragging the scene of the movie into reality. The man in the khaki windbreaker was still holding the young actor's hand with a livid face.

"Ji Chang'an, your mood is not right, the sound of swallows should be an accident, but unfortunately, there is still the anger of not getting what you want, not the anger of pity like you!"