How to properly play the spare tire character

Thick and thick black mist strangled everything around, and the dull air was like a cold and suffocating ghost hand, pinching the ice-white neck.Under the thin layer of eyelids, the eyeballs are moving violently.

A fine layer of cold sweat overflowed Qi Jingcheng's forehead.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and the fragile branches were moved by the wind and rain like a weird, bullied cub.

The weather is foggy, and the heavy fog at night seems to be able to sneak into the house through the cracks in the windows, creating a ghostly atmosphere.

Clutching the quilt tightly with his knuckles, Qi Jingcheng suddenly opened his red bloodshot eyes wide, his nasal cavity was suffocated, as if an invisible shadow blocked his airway, and the illusion of dying made him physiologically tense. Open your mouth and breathe quickly.

The orange wall lamp reflected his half-raised torso. In the dark shadow, Qi Jingcheng seemed to be able to see two slender and distorted bodies that seemed to be divided by the shadow on the ground in a trance.

The rugged shape can easily make people think of some weird rumors, such as ancient trees growing from the same root, twining flowers and the like.

Qi Jingcheng's face was slightly blue, and his lips turned white for no reason. He wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and turned his head slightly to look at his wife beside him.

Wife slept well.

The thick and slender eyelashes are gently closed, the fair skin is flawless, and the long hair is gently scattered behind the head, like a beautiful daffodil.

Qi Jingcheng stared at his beautiful wife for a long time, without saying a word, as if he had fallen into some kind of bewilderment.

The mist outside the window seems to diffuse into the bedroom, and there is an illusion of mist in the infected bedroom.

The man got up, bowed his waist and covered Xie Ci with the quilt, then slowly turned around and went to the study.

With a click, the electric light flickered slightly, and then brought a long-lasting brightness.

Qi Jingcheng looked around for a while, and finally settled on the wedding photo covered by the red cloth.

The wedding photo seemed to have been manipulated, exposing half of the wife's body in the photo.

The white suit suits his wife very well, like a magnificent, unstained rose.

He tore off the red cloth, revealing the entire picture.

Qi Jingcheng's expression became cloudy and uncertain, and the sharp blade in his hand revealed a somewhat cold light.

He has been restraining himself as much as possible these days, he knows that he should be sick.

Facing the mirror, Qi Jingcheng even wanted to cut that face with a blade countless times.

ugly face.

So he really did this, he slashed the face in the photo with a blade, and tore it in retaliation, as if it would give him pleasure.

The feeling of pain made him more awake, as if there was a wonderful chemical effect, and more pictures appeared in his blurred mind, which was the memory of that Qi Jingcheng.

Like the scene change of a movie, Qi Jingcheng got a glimpse of another life.failed life.

The sharp laugh in his throat was suppressed, Qi Jingcheng felt that he was probably a lunatic at this moment, trying to stab the 'ghost' hiding in the photo with the most vicious ridicule.

Driven by such extreme emotions, he even wanted to burn all the absurd things in front of him with a single fire.

There was a slight sound of footsteps retreating behind him.

It was a very slight sound, but under the cover of the night it was particularly obvious.

The man turned around slowly and saw his wife's frightened face.

His favorite pair of black and white eyes were full of mist and fear spreading.

For a moment, Qi Jingcheng was like a flame being imperiled by cold water. He put down the blade in his hand dumbly, shrank behind him, and his head hung down.

He is like a brat caught by his parents and making trouble.

Xie Ci really didn't expect that he would see such a scene. Compared with the video, the impact of reality made him deeply stimulated.

But he endured it. Xie Ci is a gentle person, and years of experience have given him the strength and tenacity in his bones to match his gentleness.

When the pillar husband has problems, he can always support the small family very well and tenaciously.

Xie Ci knew that something was wrong with her husband, so he didn't care much, and slowly approached her husband.

His voice was so gentle that it almost made people cry, and his black eyes filled with distress, he said: "Jing Cheng, put down the knife, don't hurt yourself."

"come here."

Qi Jingcheng stood there in a daze, his wife's reaction was unexpected.

He thought that Xie Ci, who had always been docile and well-behaved, might be frightened by such a crazy him.

But in fact it didn't. His wife could even reach out her hand to him calmly and gently, telling him gently that it was okay.

Qi Jingcheng walked over to his wife in a daze, with his head bowed like a big dog with a chain around his neck.

Xie Ci gently wiped the sweat off his forehead, and even raised his head slightly to kiss his lips.

Like the lake water in spring, the gentleness almost made him cry.

His wife whispered in his ear, "Jing Cheng, what's the matter? Tell me, please?"

"Didn't you say that there is something we can face together?"

Qi Jingcheng's eyes were very red. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "He's inside."

Xie Ci's eyes changed in an instant, a little surprised, and then it was like freezing snow, with slight boredom and disgust.

"He is still there, it doesn't matter, can you burn it?"

Qi Jingcheng stared blankly at his wife, his heart began to feel sore and bitter.

He began to think involuntarily that his wife hated him so much.

Why not love him?Even a little bit is good, they have been together for a long time, and they are also in harmony with each other.

This kind of thought made Qi Jingcheng panic even more, and he also had a feeling of being torn apart.

He started empathizing with 'him'.

Even able to truly and clearly feel the pain and jealousy of 'him'.

Qi Jingcheng lowered his eyes, tried his best to restrain his disordered emotions, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, the master said that it cannot be destroyed. It once parasitized on me, and destroying him will also hurt me."

Xie Ci clenched Qi Jingcheng's wrists uncontrollably, and his gentle face seemed to lose his composure for a moment.

Probably really disgusted with 'him'.

Xie Ci said: "There will always be a solution." The young man comforted: "Jing Cheng, don't think too much, go and rest first, you must be under too much pressure recently."

Qi Jingcheng nodded stiffly.

But he couldn't control it anymore, 'his' emotions were fermenting in his heart, and even made his body react subconsciously. Qi Jingcheng felt that he was holding Xie Ci's shoulder, and his black eyes were like an airtight room. In the dark room, he asked: "Ah Ci, how much do you hate him?"

Xie Ci didn't know the truth at all, he only thought that her husband was jealous, after all, her husband had always been jealous.

This kind of Qi Jingcheng made Xie Ci slightly bend his lips. At this time, in order to express his love for her husband and to appease her husband, he must of course do his best to express his disgust towards that 'fake'.

So Xie Ci said without even thinking about it: "Jing Cheng, from the moment I knew the truth, I wanted him to disappear completely in our world. Once I think of him as you in the past and get close to him I feel sick even for a moment.”

Qi Jingcheng felt like he was masturbating himself. The sharp pain in his heart made him feel vain and hopeless for a moment. His emotions seemed to burst apart in an instant. The moist heat stuck to his eyelids, making him feel that his eyes were Pain and fever as if scalded by boiling water.

Transparent tears flowed down uncontrollably, and Qi Jingcheng couldn't even raise his hand to wipe them.

At this moment, he began to be confused whether he was just himself or 'he'.

It is a horrible feeling, one feels that one's independent personality is gradually being polluted, that he is him and will no longer be him.

But the gentle wife was completely unaware of the pain he was going through, she even held his hand gently with a gentle smile in her eyes and said, "Jing Cheng, I said earlier that I will only love you, and will always love you." I love you. Why are you crying, aren't we fine now?"

"According to Master, it can't threaten us, we just ignore it. Jing Cheng, we live well, is the biggest punishment for him."

Qi Jingcheng gritted his teeth.

His wife's voice gave him a sense of despair.

"It can only stay in the photo forever, watching us happy like a mouse in the gutter." The veins on Qi Jingcheng's forehead burst out, and his wife was leaning in his arms, so tenderly said.

Qi Jingcheng was mechanically led back to the bed by Xie Ci, like a puppet that lost its soul.

Xie Ci gently kissed his lips, and said shyly, "Jing Cheng, good night, you can sleep well now, and you must tell me anything in the future."

Qi Jingcheng's eyes were a little dazed and dark. He parted his lips, probably wanting to say something, but in the end he just forced a smile and nodded.

The master's words lingered in his mind.

As time went by, Qi Jingcheng really couldn't lie to himself anymore.

Possibly, he and 'he' are really the same person.

But the wife hates 'him' so much, she thinks 'he' is a despicable mouse, if the wife knows the truth, she will hate him together, right?

How could there be such a monster as him?

Such a deformed living in this world.

Qi Jingcheng felt that he was very dangerous. He seemed to be standing on the edge of a knife. If he didn't pay attention, he would be stabbed to pieces.

His wife's sweet smile was like a time bomb to him at this moment, and it would be detonated sooner or later.

He even wanted to end such a broken life ahead of schedule.

Qi Jingcheng couldn't figure it out, why did he encounter these things?Why can't he live like the most ordinary person?Why can't he and his wife grow old together in peace and stability?

What did he do wrong?

Just because it's the 'main character'?

The night passed so quickly, Qi Jingcheng couldn't fall asleep at all, his eyes were red, but he didn't dare to close them.

The sky outside is getting darker and darker, not even a ray of light can be seen through the fingers.

The clock on the wall is still ticking, very regularly.Everything was eerily quiet.

"Jing Cheng..."

Qi Jingcheng heard his wife talking in his sleep.

He is so gentle, even in his dreams.

Qi Jingcheng's blood-red eyes were half broken and half desperate.

A crazy and wonderful idea appeared in his mind.

It is better to die like this.

It's better to die like this!

His fingers twitched like spasms, and the light in his eyes grew bigger and bigger.

As long as he is dead now, his wife will love him forever, and she will never know that he is actually the same person as that ridiculous ghost.

He will remain in his wife's heart forever, and will always be the other's true love.

Qi Jingcheng stared fixedly at the blade in his hand, his crazy thoughts completely boiling.

It's good to be dead, it's good to be dead.

He would rather die than stay in that picture.

He would rather die than be looked at by Xie Ci with disgust.

The blade drew a cold shadow in the air.

The blood spread.

everything is over.