Don't blame me for taking advantage of it

Not long after, a guide invited the two of them in.Walk through the long corridor to a room that is not too big, and there are already four people waiting inside, two men and two women.

When they saw that the people who came were all boys, they were stunned. A girl with braids asked the guide, "They are all boys, can this work? We are playing couple games."

Couple Ben?What is a couple?

An Ting had never played before, and when he heard voices, he thought he had entered the wrong room, so he could only stand at the door first.

"This is totally possible!" The usher smiled and called the host, and invited An Ting to sit in the empty seats by the way.

When they came out from behind the guide and sat down, the people on the opposite side all held their breath.There is no other reason, just because their looks and temperament are so good, like pearls that have fallen into the world.

Twisted Braid immediately turned to look at the guide with a serious expression, "The trouble starts quickly, I can't wait."

The boyfriend sitting next to her suddenly became unhappy, pulled her into his arms and scratched her, and even kissed her twice while laughing.

An Ting separated by a punch: "..."

He silently moved his eyes away, and began to look at the small candles and speakers on the table.

The host opened the door and came in, greeted several people separately, and began to distribute pamphlets explaining the gameplay and the background of the story.

"Everyone's identity is random, and you can only see it when you open the brochure in front of you. Well, everyone, what we are about to start today is a set of emotional book, which requires a strong sense of immersion and substitution. I hope everyone can seriously Treat it, don't be negative, otherwise it will greatly damage the game experience of other players."

After the host's explanation, An Ting finally understood that this was originally a role-playing game, and each person had a specific identity and background story.When the plot is going on, you must bring yourself into the character, make some choices from her perspective, and experience different emotional changes, similar to a stage play.

But after being really immersed in it, the mood is often the same as that of the people in the script.There will be a long period of time when you will not be able to get out, and it is easy to have different feelings for people in the same industry because of this.

That's why the senior wants to come here with the girl he likes, right?

Really...a smart and gentle person.

An Ting picked up the character book that was assigned to him, buried his face, and covered up the fleeting pain.

"Okay, family members, you can take a look at your own roles and backgrounds first, and if there are no problems, we can start."

The host pressed the speaker, and sad love songs flowed from it.

An Ting lowered his head, and was stunned when he saw his character's name clearly——

Yang Mengshi, 26 years old, has a petite figure and long hair reaching her waist, wearing an elegant black cheongsam.

Background introduction: You are a student of S High School, and you have a childhood sweetheart, senior Lin Yubai.You grew up together, and he knows that you don't eat celery and like sweets, so every morning when you go to school, he will bring you a bag of small cakes, and your high school life has become exciting for him.But your family is not very happy. Your father is suspicious and sick, and often quarrels with your mother over trivial matters.Your family lives in the innermost bungalow in Xuan'an Hutong, and Lin Yubai's family lives a few hundred meters ahead. Occasionally you will go to his house to play, but his mother doesn't like you very much. "

An Ting's fingertips trembled. He didn't know if it was a coincidence or an illusion. He felt that Yang Mengshi's background was somewhat similar to his.

"Are you ready, family members?" The host motioned them to look up and asked everyone to introduce "yourself".

The first one to speak was still Twist Braid, she said her name was Yu Xiang.

The second one is Qin Chengyan.

He didn't talk much, just sat quietly in the chair and read the book.When it was his turn, An Ting scratched his palm hard.

A few seconds later, a familiar voice sounded, and Qin Chengyan spread the notebook on his lap and said, "I'm Lin Yubai."

An Ting's pupils shrank.

After a round of introductions, the host finally officially started.She changed the music and looked up at An Ting.

"Yang Mengshi, your parents quarreled again today. They quarreled fiercely. Dad even broke several bowls and bowls. Mom collapsed and cried. A hoarse voice came in through the crack of the door."

The host pressed the play button in his hand at the right time, and the sound of men and women scolding each other came out of the speaker, which was harsh and worrying.An Ting pursed her lips, and instantly remembered the days when her mother was helpless and collapsed.

"You are nestled by the bed, and there is only darkness outside the window, and the time shows three o'clock in the morning. Outside, the scolding between your parents is getting worse and worse. You push open the door and try to break up a fight, but your mother slaps you. She yells loudly. She said it was all because of you, that you spent too much money to make your life look like a dog. She said Yang Mengshi, you are an oil bottle, why don't you die? What will you do at this moment? Do you choose to stay at home? "

An Ting took a breath, shook his head, "Don't stay."

"You retreated into the house, and finally couldn't hold back, opened the window and slipped out. Because you didn't turn on the light, you were accidentally stuck into the palm of your hand by a raised iron nail, and you fell to the ground. The noise you made disturbed your father, His furious curses came from inside the house. You were so frightened that you ran forward in a panic and hid in the shadows under the eaves of a house."

"Your hands hurt, your face hurts too, and the cold wind blowing on your thin pajamas in the middle of the night is very cold, and you suddenly realize that you seem to have no home."

The host is very skilled at first glance. Her voice is full of emotion, her voice is full, and with the slow background sound, it is easy to put people into that atmosphere.At this moment, An Ting seemed to really feel the great sense of loss. His parents were not there, there was darkness and abyss behind him, and he was confused and afraid of the road ahead.

"You cried. You didn't dare to cry too loudly. You just buried your head in your knees and sobbed softly, but the crying still alarmed the people in the house."

The host turned to Qin Chengyan, "At three o'clock in the morning, you woke up from your deep sleep and heard a familiar voice crying under the window. What are you going to do? Do you want to go out and check?"

Qin Chengyan didn't hesitate, "Yes."

Yang Mengshi's palms were bleeding all the time. She remembered that her parents had always been like this since she was a child, hating her and cursing her, as if all the troubles caused by poverty were due to her.Every time she hit or scolded, she would say that sentence, "Why don't you die?!" But now, Yang Mengshi looked at her palm and thought in a daze in the boundless silence of the night, how about this, if This is what parents sincerely expect, so... do what they want.

The host looked into An Ting's eyes and continued, "You remember that there is a residential building not far from here, and the door on the roof has never been locked. You used to have a good time sneaking up there with your friends, but tonight you plan to Climb up and end this boring day. The stairs are high and dark, and there is no one around you. When you stand on the roof, the cold wind blows your hair."

After reading this, An Ting really felt a slight cool air blowing from his side, and looked around, it turned out to be the air conditioner above his head.

"You're standing on a rooftop with an empty street under your feet, and it's dark and cold. You think, 'I'm going to die, and I'll never come to this world again'. You close your eyes, take a step, Sudden--!"

An Ting was startled suddenly by the excitement, and then his wrist was suddenly held by a warm heat.Leng Leng tilted his head, looking at the school with long and narrow eyes.

"Come here," Qin Chengyan grabbed him and brought him to his side. The warm breath dispelled the cold wind from the air conditioner.

The senior is wearing a white shirt today, with a clean and ironed neckline, illuminated by the warm yellow light in the room, showing a kind of burning warmth.He slowed down his tone, slowly moved his palm down, wrapped An Ting's hand little by little and said, "What happened?"

This kind of expression is rarely seen on Qin Chengyan's face. It seems that there is a warm spring hidden under his dark eyes, as if it can contain everything in the world.An Ting's eye sockets became hot when he was stared at, and his mind suddenly began to recall the recent events one after another.

Fu Ran's cheating, the school's rumors, the countless nights of wanting to collapse in the audition, the fingers that are throbbing every second, together with those doubts, abuse, mistrust, and frame-ups that almost failed after a long time of hard work.He kept these things in his heart all the time, and never revealed a single bit of them.Even in the small auditorium, when Qin Chengyan made an apology for him, he didn't.

He has been keeping all the grievances and unwillingness in his body, because he has always felt that it is unnecessary.There is no need to say it, because no one can empathize, so why bother to disturb other people's emotions because of your own unhappiness?

But now, Qin Chengyan finally tore a hole through Lin Yubai's shell, and those surging sorrows scrambled to get out.

An Ting did not collapse because of the outside attack, but was in a small room because Qin Chengyan broke the defense with a short sentence.

His eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, and he called out softly, "Brother..."

Qin Chengyan's breathing stopped suddenly.

The boy in front of him slowly and little by little under the table, turned away from everyone's eyes and held his palm with his backhand, as if he had finally found a perch, and cried again in a dull, aggrieved voice One sound, "Brother..."