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For Lin Tingxi in high school, it was a well-behaved gray cube, which contained his ordinary life.

He is the only gray in the crowd when others are swaying the sweat of youth and painting colored traces on white paper.He has no friends at school and only knows how to study.When not going to school, he can watch TV all day at home alone.The light from the screen was blinding, but it was the only source of light in the dimly lit room.

Parents will formally call him every month to ask about his situation.They work in a foreign country, live with his younger brother, and have no time to send favors to him.

The reason why Lin Tingxi chose to enter the art class in the second year of high school was because of Lin Tingxi's pursuit of the actor's dream, and even with a sense of rebellion. He secretly hoped that his parents would not support him, so he would talk more with him on the phone.

But they only knew one thing, and at the end of the ceremony, they asked him if he needed more living expenses.

"No need." He hung up the phone.

Why didn't I understand earlier that I, who suffers from social disorder, was abandoned by my parents in China, and no matter what I did, I would not be taken seriously.

There are many students in the class who dislike him because he refuses to help them cheat in the exam. After class, those students walk to his seat, deliberately sprinkle water on his table, knock off His book, "Whatever you do, this mute will not resist." They are unscrupulous.

He remained silent, and the tablemate who couldn't stand it secretly went to the teacher.

The day before the college entrance examination, on the way home from school, he was cornered by those people, and a hot cigarette butt poked his wrist.

Heart-piercing pain.

He entered the hospital and missed the first turning point in his life.

A few classmates organized to see him here and there, and those who hurt him were not punished. Their parents paid him a large sum of money, and paid for their children to study abroad.

Parents didn't come back.They simply asked why and how to deal with it.

Even if his hand was almost useless, it was not as important as his younger brother who was suffering from a high fever at that time.

"Goodbye, you are an older child, we can't fly back to accompany you, you have to be sensible and learn to handle interpersonal relationships early."

He didn't even feel much sadness.

Also never expect anything.

In the second year, Jiang Zewan came to his cube world, extended the space, and the sun's light penetrated into the small and cramped room for the first time.

Jiang Zewan followed the head teacher, with a rebellious face, from the back row to the front, scanning the class like a leader.In the end, his gaze stayed on Lin Tingxi who was the only one who didn't watch him bow his head while doing his homework.

Xiao Jiang was full of curiosity about this new classmate who didn't talk much and had bandages on his hands.

He asked the classmates around him, and only got the information that Lin Tingxi was a repeat student.

Is he a ruthless killer boss?Jiang Zewan, who suffered from secondary illness, thought about it.

Until one day, Jiang Zewan followed Lin Tingxi into a studio and saw Lin Tingxi picked up a utility knife and slashed at his artery. (The Sand Sculpture Novel Dog Blood setting is required, please do not imitate)

There was a pain in his hand, Lin Tingxi touched the emerald beads on his hand.

He would wear it after work, just to cover the shocking scars on his wrist, and the cool and warm touch reassured him.

That self-harm, he did have the heart to die.

Jiang Zewan rushed in, scolded Lin Tingxi, picked him up and ran to the infirmary.

Fortunately, Lin Tingxi didn't have time to cut too deep, and Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief after the wound was treated, but Lin Tingxi acted as if nothing had happened, with regret on his face.Jiang Zewan complained in his heart, this person can be so cruel to himself, how can he be so cruel to others?

No, no, I am the man who wants to be the school bully.Jiang Zewan decided to take a good look at Lin Tingxi, and not let this person become an obstacle on his way to being a school bully!

After school, Jiang Zewan threatened Lin Tingxi to be his younger brother with this matter, but he didn't know that Lin Tingxi was two years older than him.

"Actually, I don't care if you sue my parents or not." Lin Tingxi looked at him expressionlessly.

"You just pretend, I don't care, I saved you, you must follow me in the future." After Jiang Zewan learned that Lin Tingxi had good grades, he firmly believed that Lin Tingxi would be afraid of his parents' discipline.

No matter how Jiang Zewan teased him, Lin Tingxi ignored him and walked without looking sideways.

In the distance, a man wearing sunglasses waved at Lin Tingxi: "University bully, long time no see."

Having not heard that person's voice for a long time, Lin Tingxi felt a chill in his heart, and he whispered to the people around him, "Brother."

"Huh?" Jiang Zewan was stunned.

"You go first, I have something to talk to this person."

The sound of decoration from upstairs pulled back Lin Tingxi's thoughts.

He turned on his phone and looked at the latest unread messages that popped up on WeChat. Everyone's role is over tomorrow, and everyone in the production group is clamoring to organize a big dinner.

He didn't have the habit of speaking in the group, and he always looked at it silently. He didn't expect that several actors who usually had a good relationship, including Liu Mingtu, would chat privately and ask him if he would go tomorrow.

"I will go, thank you for your concern." Lin Tingxi replied politely one by one.

Lin Tingxi turned off the TV, put the remote control away and put it in a small box.

He carefully touched the photo frame next to him. The two teenagers in the photo were smiling happily in the sun, as beautiful as a dream.

It seems that if he is not careful, he will wake up from the dream. He doesn't want to experience the pain of losing the most cherished person again.