When the sand sculptures get the social death script

Those who follow Chi Chenglin every step of the way every day are naturally accustomed to his unstable emotions.

As the only person allowed to help push the wheelchair, Ren Lan basically obeyed what Chi Chenglin said.

He walked around the wheelchair placed in front of the desk, hugged Chi Chenglin and sat down on the sofa, without saying a word, took out the tissue he carried with him and wiped away the tears on his face one by one.

Chi Chenglin's temper is extremely elusive, always falling like a shower without warning, and stopping without warning.

He wiped his nose on the paper towel in Ren Lan's hand, stopped crying in an instant, tilted his head to rest on Ren Lan's chest, and poked a little on the buttons of his coat with great interest.

"When can I piss him off?"

Ren Lan obviously knew who he was talking about, and said calmly: "According to this progress, a centrifuge or cerebral hemorrhage is not far away."

"Hahaha~"

Chi Chenglin thumped him casually, and let out a burst of heartless laughter. The tears on his eyelashes were not even dry, and his expression had already changed from cloudy to sunny.

He blinked his charming peach eyes, his eyes were as pure and innocent as a little rabbit, and he pouted slightly: "I hope he dies soon, so that all the Chi family's money will be mine."

Ren Lan rubbed his hair, and asked along the topic: "What are you going to do with so much money?"

Chi Chenglin smiled slyly: "Burn all the graves brought to him! He is so angry that he dare not have a son forever!"

"It may take a long time to burn." Ren Lan said while smoothing his hair, "What if it can't be finished?"

Chi Chenglin leaned back in a comfortable position, and after thinking about it seriously, he said: "Then donate it all, donate as much as you have, and don't keep a cent."

A smile appeared on Ren Lan's cold and frosty face: "Don't you keep any for yourself?"

"No, his money is dirty, I don't want it." Chi Chenglin said, his arm slowly climbed onto Ren Lan's shoulder, his fingers scratched the side of his neck twice, and moved his body provocatively, "I'll sell myself to you, Ask for something to eat."

Ren Lan curled up her lips: "Okay, then don't bang your head on the table again, it will hurt."

"I don't feel the pain." Chi Chenglin closed his eyes and hummed a song, and said indifferently, "I've been used to it for hundreds of times, what is this? The pain can wake me up and let me know that I am What should be done now."

Ren Lan asked him, "What are you going to do next?"

"What should I do next, let me think about it..."

Chi Chenglin pretended to be thinking seriously, but touched the button of Ren Lan's coat dishonestly with his hands. With a nimble twist of his fingertips, he easily untied it, hooked his neck and used his strength to climb up and bit his Adam's apple. I licked it lightly with the tip of my tongue.

"Of course it's doing, loving, ah..."

Ren Lan took a deep breath, pressed his restless hands, and said in a deep voice, "This is the office."

"What's wrong with the office, no one will come in without my permission." Chi Chenglin's blush after crying was still in the corner of his eyes, which was deliberately transformed into a wink like silk. He deliberately breathed out hot air on Ren Lan's neck, and said softly , "Don't you want me?"

"..."

When I looked out the window again, it was dusk.

Chi Chenglin nestled lazily on the sofa, letting Ren Lan take a woolen cardigan and want to wear it on himself.

He leaned on the sofa and refused to sit up. Finally, he put on the left side, but the right side was taken off again, and he put on the right side again. When he looked back, the left side fell apart again.

Chi Chenglin enjoyed the repetition, as if he regarded it as a game.

In this matter, Ren Lan showed sufficient patience, no matter how many times Chi Chenglin took it off, he would put it on again without changing his face, without showing any impatient look.

After that, it was Chi Chenglin who was too lazy to continue playing, and obediently lay down and played with his mobile phone, letting him dress himself.

He swiped his fingers and scrolled through Weibo in a bored manner. The more the netizens denounced, the more elated he was, and he was very satisfied with the results of the battle.

"Look at these idiots, they still think Fan Sisi is innocent." Chi Chenglin held his mobile phone happily and couldn't breathe, "How could it be that Fan Sisi didn't know that Yu Yan was married? It's so funny to be played between the palms of my hands, and I thought I was a messenger of justice when I was used as a gunman."

Ren Lan made a cup of hot cocoa in front of the drinking fountain and put it in his hand, noncommittal.

Chi Chenglin said enthusiastically: "What do you think will happen to my silly Baitian brother if he finds out? Will he really think that Fan Sisi is a victim, and then he will be so distressed that he can't sleep."

"I don't know him very well." Ren Lan said, "From his perspective, I think he may love Yuan Yuan more."

Chi Chenglin sneered: "His ability to swallow his anger really shocked me. I thought he would be very disappointed when he found out that Yuan Yuan and I played together after returning to China. It turned out to be nothing more than that."

Ren Lan half-kneeled by the sofa and carefully massaged the muscles of his calf, and casually chatted: "So you designed it for so long to get revenge on Yuan Yuan?"

"I've always held grudges very much." Chi Chenglin leaned on the pillow, smiling a little coldly, "Who told her to run on me in front of so many people when she was in school? It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. I thought She is so jealous, it turns out that she is mercenary in nature, she has a love brain, and she humbly invites me to dinner in order to get an endorsement for Yu Yan."

Ren Lan: "So it's killing two birds with one stone. It not only successfully revenged her, but also caused the Chi family to suffer losses, and succeeded in angering your father."

"Yeah, I'm amazing." Chi Chenglin took a sip of cocoa and smiled proudly, "It's just that no matter how this matter develops, I can't think of any way to drag Chi Ji into the water together. Unfortunately, it's really cheap him."

Ren Lan sighed helplessly: "You, there are too many people you hate, so you won't be tired like this."

"I'm not tired, why am I tired." Chi Chenglin asked inexplicably, "I don't allow people who bring me pain and suffering to live better than me, not anyone, they must know how to get stuck in the swamp What does it feel like, and I have to repay it ten times and a hundred times, only in this way can I be satisfied, only hatred can support me to live."

"Then what about me." Ren Lan asked him suddenly, "What am I to you?"

Chi Chenglin was silent.

He didn't speak for a long time, and it took a long time before he looked away and said coldly.

"You shouldn't be asking me that question, you know it's going to make me unhappy, but you're asking it anyway."

Ren Lan's expression was calm, he stared at Chi Chenglin, and said slowly: "I just want to know how much love I need to give you to make you feel that you can live a good life even if you give up hatred, and make you think of me before you self-harm. It will hurt too."

Chi Chenglin met his gaze without any hesitation: "You won't love me forever."

"You are not me, why are you so sure?" Ren Lan asked him, "What if I could?"

Chi Chenglin looked at him indifferently for a while, then suddenly covered his stomach and gave a "puchi" smile, breathless as if hearing a big joke, reached out his hand to his forehead to test the temperature, his face was filled with disbelief.

"Are you okay, Ren Lan? You know how I seduced you step by step to climb into your bed and then use you for me. You also know all the despicable things I have done. Who would love me like this? Please Don't just learn a word and use it indiscriminately, this is not love, you just grow up and have never met someone like me, it feels new."

Ren Lan pulled his hand down with a serious expression: "I am nothing to you."

Chi Chenglin, who was joking just a second ago, turned gloomy again.

His eyes trembled slightly, his lips moved several times before he took a deep breath and said firmly.

"Tool man. The tool man pushing the wheelchair, the tool man on the bed, the obedient tool man, do you understand? Will you ask me next time?"

Ren Lan stared intently at Chi Chenglin's eyes, trying to see the color of his soul clearly through the skin, and saw that there was some sincerity in his words.

However, this itself is an impossible thing.

In the end, he lowered his eyes and suppressed all expressions, continued to help him press his legs, and said slowly: "There will be no next time."

Chi Chenglin's face was sullen, and his tone was cold: "You've made me unhappy."

Ren Lan said lightly: "If you want to fight, just fight."

In front of Chi Chenglin, Ren Lan has always been like this, willing to work hard, beating and scolding, never saying a word, before this, Chi Chenglin had never taken his feelings to heart.

He never took anyone's feelings to heart.

But for some reason, Ren Lan's light words just now ended his unscrupulousness all the time, and made him feel such a trace of panic from the bottom of his heart.

Chi Chenglin is very good at using his appearance to make himself look pitiful so as to inspire the kindness of others.

If you ask for a little more money, you can eat steamed buns that don't turn rancid.

This is a survival trick he has learned as early as when he was begging on the street.

He wears this mask in front of many people, humble and ingratiating. This kind of trick has made him a success in school and allowed him to get more relationship and love from Yao Simei at home.

At the very beginning, he even flattered Chi Ji.

But not in front of Ren Lan.

Because Ren Lan saw him for the first time when he came to Chi's house as a guest, when he took off his mask, took scissors and vented his resentment at the innocent flowers, cursing everyone around him.

At this moment, Ren Lan's indifference after asking that question made Chi Chenglin inexplicably flustered.

He observed Ren Lan's expression, and there was a hint of flattery in his tone that he hadn't noticed.

"Are you angry?"

Ren Lan shook her head: "No, I just think that you seem to have always been a child who hasn't grown up, you brat."

Chi Chenglin frowned displeased: "You also think I'm ignorant."

"You are just ignorant, and you know it better than anyone else." Ren Lan was confident that he could calm down Chi Chenglin's emotions, and said frankly, "But that's because no one has ever taught you how to be sensible. Everyone always asks you to be sensible, but they I don't teach you what is right and wrong."

Chi Chenglin smiled happily: "That's right, the world is the first to let me down! So I just want to take revenge on the society! Don't think about it!"

Ren Lan raised his head, looked at him seriously, and said suddenly.

"That's not right."

After finishing speaking, Chi Chenglin's smile instantly froze on his face, and his brows knit into a ball.

Ren Lan knew that this was a signal that the fuse was ignited and that it was about to explode, but she still looked into Chi Chenglin's eyes without flinching, and repeated.

"Chi Chenglin, this is wrong."

The author has something to say:

Chi Chenglin's role would be controversial from the very beginning. We accept all opinions and welcome free discussion.

He did something wrong, and the full text will not be whitewashed, but the follow-up direction will not be changed because of remarks like "can you let him die if you don't like him".

He will rein in the precipice and go from darkness to light instead of dying in darkness.

I sincerely hope that everyone will try to interpret this character from a different perspective. Of course, if you really don’t like it, don’t force it. I hope everyone will be happy~