Unbridled, Depraved

Boxing training gym.

Xie Jincheng and Song Yubai had just finished an intense sparring match and were now taking off their gloves, walking breathlessly towards the rest area.

Although both of them were wearing heavy protective gear, there were still several obvious bruises on Song Yubai's face.

He panted heavily, adjusting his breathing, and glared at Xie Jincheng in dissatisfaction, complaining: "Old Xie, you are too cruel! How can I face people tomorrow?"

Song Yubai picked up a small mirror on the table next to him, leaned in to look carefully at the bruises at the corners of his mouth, with helplessness and annoyance in his eyes.

"I have an important performance the day after tomorrow. How can I go on stage like this?"

After all, it is very important for a musician to maintain the best image and condition.

Xie Jincheng took a sip of his drink and said, "You've already ruined your wife, and you're still worried about the performance. I can't tell, Song Yubai, that you're still a career-minded person."

Song Yu looked depressed.

He sat on the sofa silently, with his head down and without saying a word.

"Have you got any cigarettes? Give me one."

Xie Jincheng casually picked up the box of Capiron on the coffee table and threw it lightly. The cigarette box drew an arc in the air and landed steadily in Song Yubai's hands.

Song Yubai played with the black cigarette case in his hand, took out a thin cigar, lit it, and took a puff.

"Actually, I wasn't thinking about that last night. It was Su Meng..."

Xie Jincheng snorted and laughed: "Don't tell me that you were raped by a woman."

"That's not true..."

Song Yubai shook his head helplessly, with a cigarette in his mouth, the scarlet cigarette butt flickering in the darkness.

"It just happened yesterday. I had a party and drank a little too much. When I came out, I happened to run into Su Meng. She probably thought it was unsafe for me to go back alone, so she gave me a ride home."

Xie Jincheng couldn't help but frowned when he heard this.

"You're a big, strong man, why would she worry about you? Is she afraid that you'll be picked up by gays while sleeping on the street?"

Song Yubai looked confident, and he lifted his bangs in front of his forehead arrogantly: "Don't tell me, who wouldn't be confused when seeing a handsome and suave young man like me? Even your old man thought you were secretly in love with me when he saw that you were reluctant to get married!"

Xie Jincheng looked at the playboy in front of him with two tissues stuffed in his nose and purple eyes, and sneered: "Wipe your nosebleed first. It seems that what my wife said is right, you are a scumbag."

The lighter made a crisp sound in the silent space, and with a "click", the flame instantly lit up.

Xie Jincheng leaned forward slightly, turned his head, and lit the cigarette in his hand.

"By the way, Old Xie, He Yang actually divorced Shi Yue. Did you know about this?"

Song Yubai lightly shook the cigarette in his hand, flicked the ash into the ashtray, and laughed at himself: "We can be considered brothers in distress."

Xie Jincheng had a dull expression, with one hand resting on the side of the sofa, a cigarette between his slender fingers, still burning with a faint red light.

He glanced at Song Yubai and said calmly, "Last time at the old house, you looked so sincere, I thought you were ready to retire, but I didn't expect that you'd never change your ways."

Song Yubai wanted to explain, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to say it.

After all, he was indeed wrong yesterday.

"You know, ever since that incident, I can't let anyone else live in my heart."

Xie Jincheng took a deep puff of cigarette and shook his head helplessly: "You, you, just like He Yang, you are confused."

"Actually, I am serious about Wanwan this time, but you know how things of the heart work..."

"I don't understand."

Xie Jincheng blew out a smoke ring and said slowly:

"I think I need to keep a safe distance from you two from now on."

Song Yubai bit the cigarette butt lightly and jokingly asked, "Why? Do you think we are unlucky?"

Xie Jincheng raised his eyes and glanced at Song Yubai: "Associating with bad people will lead to bad behavior. I'm afraid my wife will misunderstand that I'm the same as you guys."

Song Yubai couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I didn't realize that you, the great Master Xie Qi, are afraid of your wife?"

He gently put out the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray, and a wisp of remaining smoke slowly rose in the air, carrying a faint scent of tobacco.

"Tell me the truth, you were so eager to drag the girl to get the marriage certificate the next day, and you acted so serious on the surface, but in fact, you were grinning so hard that your mouth was crooked, right?"

Xie Jincheng smiled and nodded without comment: "I am very happy."

Song Yubai leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, and let the smell of tobacco envelop him. His thoughts gradually drifted away, and he had no idea what he was thinking about.

"Old Xie, sometimes I really envy you for being able to marry the person you've had a crush on for five years."

Xie Jincheng didn't say anything. The light in the room was dim, and his appearance seemed a little distorted and blurry in the swirling smoke.

Her thoughts went back to that night again, when she threw herself into his arms, her whole body hot, and said innocently that she wanted to seduce him.

Song Yubai always thought that Xie Jincheng developed feelings for Shen Qianhe because he was rescued by her after the assassination five years ago.

However, what he didn't know was that Xie Jincheng had actually fallen in love with her a long time ago.

Xie Jincheng's mother, Zhong Ke, suffers from bipolar disorder. Her illness is like a thick haze that has shrouded Xie Jincheng's life for a long time.

In the eyes of outsiders, he may be a glamorous person, but only he himself knows that he has been struggling in the quagmire, trying to find a ray of light.

In a park on the outskirts of the city, there is a tree hole that has been forgotten by the world. It is Xie Jincheng’s secret base.

Whenever he felt depressed and overwhelmed, he would come here, write down the words he could not say out loud on pieces of paper and throw them into the tree hole.

This tree hole is like an outlet in his heart, filled with his pain and depression. It is also the only place in his life where he can briefly escape from reality.

After my mother passed away, my father's lover came to my mother's funeral with his son in broad daylight, and even wanted to live in the yard where my mother lived.

That day, the anger and despair in Xie Jincheng's heart erupted like a volcano.

He wanted to kill someone and then kill himself.

But the next day, when he came to the tree hole again, he was surprised to find an envelope with a pink bow hanging at the entrance of the tree hole.

He opened the envelope suspiciously, and inside was a plain white paper with a sentence written on it:

Dear Stranger:

There are cracks in everything, that's where the light gets in.

Only by living well can we have hope of turning the tide. 】

In the days that followed, he would receive the envelope with a pink bow every once in a while.

These warm and positive little notes were like a ray of light in the dark night, leading him out of the haze little by little.

The two of them continued to communicate using small notes for three years.

He knew she was Shen Qianhe.

But she didn't know he was Xie Jincheng.

Until one day, he received the last pink envelope with a bow, and the note inside read:

Dear Stranger:

Tomorrow I am going abroad with my sister and may not come back for a long, long time.

In the meantime, I hope you are happy.

Not for anyone, just for myself. 】

......

A cigarette burned quietly at the fingertips, and the curling smoke rose slowly under the dim light, just like the unspeakable thoughts in Xie Jincheng's heart at the moment, constantly rolling and tangling.

Finally, when the last spark died out, he slowly stood up and gently patted Song Yubai's shoulder.

"I'm leaving. Don't come to see me if you have nothing to do. I'm afraid my wife will misunderstand me."

Song Yubai widened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief: "Xie Jincheng! You value women over friendship, this is unforgivable!"

Xie Jincheng did not respond to Song Yubai's protest. He picked up his coat beside the sofa and strode out the door.

Looking at Xie Jincheng's departing back, Song Yubai shook his head helplessly.

It turns out that love is a cup of wine that will make anyone drunk.

Even Xie Jincheng, a thousand-year-old iron tree, can't withstand it!

After one drink, the living devil will instantly turn into a love-brain!

It's worth it!

It seems that love is something that cannot be touched.

He, Song Yubai, should just be a playboy who plays around in the world.

At worst, I'll end up living alone.