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"Do you think it's immoral for you to do this?"

In the quiet ward, the woman standing by the window arranging the bouquet flicked the dewdrops on the petals with her well-manicured nails, and said absent-mindedly: "In general film and television dramas, the protagonist who gets sick will disappear in front of his lover incognito, instead of Going to provoke people again and again. You should be more familiar with these routines than me, actor?"

The patient leaning on the bedside was very pale, even his lips were bloodless, and the smile that always hung on his lips disappeared. Bo Chi didn't lift his eyelids and said, "I'm not terminally ill."

"That's not too much difference." Song Ci couldn't help rolling his eyes, "You almost scared my two children to death."

When Xi Yue dialed the manager's voice with trembling nasal voice and coughing frantically on Yanqing Mountain, Song Ci couldn't tell who was the misfortune when he saw the crowd of stars on the screen, each paler than the other. People are sick right now.

Bo Chi emphasized again: "It's just a stomach ulcer."

Song Ci added: "The kind that lets you stay in the hospital five times a year."

Bo Chi fell silent, Song Ci raised his chin in satisfaction, but when he spoke again, his tone was involuntarily tactful again: "I really don't understand you, since I hate Mr. Ren so much, I forced him to agree to your request. You have successfully taken revenge on your enemy's son for so many years, why do you still want to come back now and continue to provoke..."

"I didn't want to get revenge on him."

Song Ci blinked: "What?"

Bo Chi said earnestly, word by word: "I never thought of taking revenge on Ren Yin."

"..." Song Ci turned her head uncomfortably: "Understood, I'm sorry."

Even at this point, Bo Chi can still answer "It's okay" well-bred, and by the way, he corrected the manager's wording: "It's an exaggeration to say 'enemy', my 'enemy' and Xi Zhao they deal with It's the same group of people, and Mr. Ren is just an 'accomplice' of those people."

Song Ci asked expectantly: "Does that mean you can forgive him?"

Bo Chi: "I can't."

Song Ci: "..."

Song Ci rolled her eyes again and continued pinching flowers.

Are there any clean people in the entertainment industry?

Maybe, Bo Chi didn't think so, and after so many years of ups and downs in this circle, he still only felt that he had only seen Xia Zhizhu and Ren Shuhan innocent.

What kind of word "clean" is, Bo Chi can't make a clear definition, but there should be at least one of them: go all the way, with a clear conscience.

The interests of this circle are too many and too few.

There are so many people rushing forward and crowding, stepping on each other and climbing up, and so few that the few two-point high-class people monopolize [-]% of the benefits, and the rest of the people are infinitely exposed and magnified for the "small profits" in the eyes of those high-class people There are too many untestable ugliness of human nature.

This is the first time I know that in order to talk about resources for myself, my mother has been suggested to sleep with her by various ghosts and snakes more than once. Bo Chi returned home and threw up for a long time before opening the locked door and telling his worried mother with a nonchalant smile. : I just have some heatstroke.

Heatstroke.

For the first half of his life, Bo Chi seemed to have suffered intermittent heat stroke without end.

Dizziness and thirst, weakness of limbs, pale face and sweating, hot or clammy skin, drop in blood pressure, rapid heart rate... In the past few years, Bo Chi had these symptoms more than once, and the most serious two times were, There was also a short interval between him and him ignoring Ren Yin's text messages shortly after his mother's death before boarding a plane to college.

"I think..." Song Ci chose his words carefully, and looked at the artist who was thinking about something out of the corner of his eye, "Don't be so burdened on your mind, what you know, your mother already knew, didn't she? She didn't intend to tell you, maybe she just didn't want to see you suffering like this."

A long time ago, Bo Chi's father was among those powerful people. He was different from others. He married his childhood sweetheart. In a foreign land, Bo Chi may not be able to embark on this road of filming in the future.

He didn't know why his mother gave birth to him in exile overseas, and he barely supported himself and his youngest son by selling paintings and picking up foreign garbage for a living.Bo Chi was taught by his mother since he was a child, "Don't ask why, just think about how to solve it", and the facts have proved that this kind of poisonous chicken soup is very effective in deceiving children. He almost never asked any questions that his mother could not answer. He is mature and sensible at a young age It's heartbreaking.

Later, maybe God finally couldn’t see it anymore. Suddenly, a wealthy businessman expressed his appreciation for the artist’s paintings, paid a lot of money to buy Mrs. Bo’s works and even the subsequent copyrights, and even took the initiative to invite their mother and son to return to their own. Homeland hometown.

At that time, Bo Chi really thought that he had met a good person, and without any doubt, he followed the good person's advice and walked on the road he had paved for himself, and even cared for the children of good people as if they were real little angels.

Of course, "no doubt" is just an illusion, and Bo Chi was only partly more naive when he was a child than when he grew up, and he was still suspicious and selfish in his bones.

To Ren Yin... No matter what he was thinking when he first looked at Ren Yin, later on Bo Chi did fall into Mr. Ren's cunning trap, almost connivingly allowing the child to run without hesitation in his own safe zone.

But he managed to protect his mother and Ren Yin with great difficulty, but after his mother passed away, he unexpectedly learned that Mr. Ren also had a hard work that caused his family to be ruined back then.

It turned out that from the very beginning, he was just one of the links in the calculation.

How could Bo Chi not fight back.

Song Ci: "Your analysis of your own character flaws is really admirably honest."

Bo Chi retorted: "The self-cultivation of a chess piece, isn't it the same for you?"

"..." Song Ci pressed his temple feebly: "If you put my energy on the parties involved, you will definitely not end up in such a miserable end at this moment."

Unable to refute.

He stopped talking again. In this state, Song Ci was really worried about whether his artist would suffer from depression before the gastric ulcer healed.

What's going on these days, can't you be an artist without any illness?In order to reduce the burden on the support staff, can everyone have a physical examination before entering the entertainment industry in the future?

Song Ci thought for a while, and then changed the topic back: "I remember you said that Mr. Ren, who was supposed to be in charge of the aftermath, didn't hit you hard back then because his wife had a habitual miscarriage and wanted to save some blessings for his wife and children." .After finally conceiving a child, the doctor diagnosed a high probability of dystocia. Mr. Ren prayed to God and worshiped Buddha, and finally thought of you again."

Speaking of which, Bo Chi might have to thank him for not blaming their mother and son after his wife died of a hemorrhage.But it is a fact that he deceived Bochi, used Bochi, and even today is still using Bochi to pave the way for his son.

"So I can actually understand you..."

Bo Chi raised his head, as if he didn't hear anything, and answered Song Ci's earliest question in a trance and quiet way.

"I'm not a good person, but I don't want to destroy Ren Yin either."

The clean Ren Yin, the hard-mouthed Ren Yin, the Ren Yin who always has his pampered shadow behind him when he is willful.

Bo Chi whispered, as if he was afraid that if he spoke a little louder, he would be taken as a lie by others: "I like Yinyin."