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The sound in the bar was deafening, the neon lights were changing, Xi Wen's fingers were spinning around the rim of the steaming glass, and there were dozens of empty wine bottles on the table. He had drunk too much, but he was not drunk, and his consciousness was still terribly lucid.

In the booth, Hou Sheng crossed his legs and raised his chin, asking the people next to him to refill Xi Wen's empty wine glass.

Xi Wen gave him a cold look and said nothing.He was drinking here alone, and Hou Sheng appeared out of nowhere.However, it is easy to understand that the person who is monitoring is Hou Sheng's man after all, and he must report to the real boss whatever he asks people to do.I feel disgusted when I smell it. If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't provoke this group of people, and let others see the joke for no reason.

"Miss Lan Yu was probably deceived by the sweet talk for a while, the kid surnamed Shen is useless except for his face."

Xi Wen drank the wine in one gulp, picked up the glass and smashed it against the wall on Hou Sheng's side.

Broken glass splashed, and a few pieces splashed on Hou Sheng's face, drawing a bloody gash.

Hou Sheng wiped his hand, his hand was bloody, his face changed, his teeth were clenched, but he still endured it.

He pinched others to come up, and he expected to suffer some disaster.

Seeing Xi Wen's appearance, he also thought it was quite ridiculous. The man he hired was messing around with his fiancée, and he wore two cuckolds at once, which made him collapse.

A person like him who is naturally superior to others, if he is looked down upon by others and played like a fool, no one can get angry.

Thinking about it this way, Hou Sheng's heart went smoothly, and he was a little gloating, and the blood on his hands was not so intolerable, so he regarded it as the ticket price for watching a joke.

He slowly took the paper towel and wiped off the blood, "This kind of ungrateful guy, just give him a lesson, why bother to be sulky all by himself?"

Xi Wen stared at him coldly, "Why? You still want to help me kill people?"

"Death is definitely not an option, the risk is too great," Hou Sheng chuckled, "You can try if life is better than death. I will give you a sigh of relief, and you will also accept my favor."

The alcohol burned people's eyes red, and Xi Wen's face was gloomy. After a while, he parted his mouth and sneered, "Okay, then teach me a lesson."

Hou Sheng rubbed his hands, his eyes lit up, and he was a little excited, "What do you want to do? How about destroying his hands?"

Xi Wen half-closed his eyes, his throat was a little sore, he was absent-minded, he heard it but didn't seem to hear it, "Why?"

Hou Sheng licked his teeth, "Pianists, what's the use of a pianist with a broken hand? There's only one trash, who would like a trash?"

"You're fucking cruel," Xi Wen cursed vaguely, then buried his head, his forehead resting on the cold marble countertop, he was sick from drinking too much, he didn't want to talk, so he waved his hand and let people go away.

Hou Sheng saw that he was so drunk that he was muddy, clicked his tongue, stood beside him for a while, and then left.

A hangover last night had left him with a deadly headache.

The phone vibrated on the floor, repeating short ringtones.

Xi Wen couldn't open his eyes, his eyelids were swollen into peaches, he groped under the bed with his hands, and picked them up.

It was actually Du Xia, with a very cold voice, he came up and asked, "Where did you go yesterday?"

Xi Wen covered his head, still unconscious, "Going to drink, what's wrong?"

"with who?"

Xi Wen was impatient, "I'm not with anyone, I'm alone."

"Where's Hou Sheng?"

Xi Wen thought for a while, "He seems to have been here, but then left."

Du Xia paused, and then quickly explained the situation.Things got serious, the two fell from the construction site under construction, Jiang Yuan was stabbed in the abdomen, died on the spot, and Shen Qingye was sent to the hospital.

Xi Wen's blood froze all over his body, and he didn't know what happened.

The phone is too heavy to hold.

His mind was dull, and some information was not entered.

He held the phone for a while, and after a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice, "How's the situation?"

I only heard Du Xia's cold voice, "Fortunately, the man is not dead, but his hand is broken."

……

He woke up suddenly.

In front of him was the dark ceiling of the hotel.

The whole person is like falling into an ice cave.

Xi Wen took a deep breath, desperately telling himself that he had woken up from the nightmare, but his whole body was still stiff and unable to move.

It was as if a stone had been crushed on his chest. He closed his eyes, and it took him an unknown amount of time before he regained consciousness.He slowly directed his fingers, moved his body, and finally sat up from the bed covered in cold sweat.

He stood up to pour water, but his hands shook so much that he couldn't hold the glass. The hot water spilled out, scalding the back of his hand, and the glass shattered.

The burnt area quickly became red and swollen, but he felt no pain.

The abandoned construction site, the glaring blood, was like a lingering nightmare, chasing and devouring him all the time.

What happened in reality is repeated in the dream, as if it has been experienced again.

He had to support the table with his hands, his feet were too soft to support the weight of his body, all the past events were crowded in his mind, like a bunch of flies, his headache was splitting, cold sweat condensed on his back, and he felt chills.

Feng Yaohui sent him abroad, ostensibly to study abroad, but in fact he was asked to go out and avoid it for a while, and come back after the limelight passed.

One death and one injury, Feng Yaohui does not guarantee that he can completely suppress it, and no news will be leaked.

Although he was not the mastermind, once confessed, the crime of abetting cannot be escaped.

He didn't know that his nonsense would really hurt people, so how could it involve Jiang Yuan? What does this have to do with Jiang Yuan?

The thug was arrested, and Hou Sheng was confessed.

Du Xia put him on the plane overnight, sent him abroad, cut off all his external contacts, and people watched him all the way.He didn't have time to go to the hospital, and he couldn't make more phone calls, so he could only understand the situation through a few words.

Shen Qingye has been recuperating from his injuries for a long time, but he has not announced it to the public. In the end, this incident did not cause a big splash. It may be that he was suppressed under Du Xia's command.

Shen Qingye held a concert later, the tickets were sold out before, so there should be no way to push it, but there was a big accident at the performance site, and it was said that it was not up to par. Many audience members asked for a refund, and the critics sarcastically said: Call it contemporary Waterloo, saying it is the disgrace of the Elizabeth Grand Prix.

After that, Shen Qingye disappeared for a while, and after his debut, he switched to filming and never touched the piano again.

When Xi Wen was abroad, he often searched for news related to him.

Although I was afraid, I still went to look for it. It was like masochistically digging at the unhealed scars, digging out the rotten flesh, watching the thick black blood collapsing, and the pain was so painful that I felt happy and felt that I was atoning for my sins.

When Shen Qingye first debuted in filming, there were all kinds of extreme remarks on the Internet. The previous honor and reputation did not pave the way for him, but instead attracted all kinds of abuse.

His fans were filled with righteous indignation, and every word he typed was filled with blood and tears, thinking that he wasted his musical talent, used his former fame to make money, made some bad movies, and did not do his job properly. Talent is not cherished, and the best years as a pianist were wasted.He said that his idol was immoral, he couldn't calm down, and why would a musician who no longer played the piano come out?His popularity is an insult to those who have a real love and respect for the piano in the conservatory training day and night.

There are also fans who went to that concert, stunned, disappointed, and angrily posted on the Internet, saying that they saw their gods fall from the altar with their own eyes, how amazing Elizabeth’s performance was during the competition, and the concert was postponed again and again There are so many rubbish, hit the wrong key, forget the score, have stiff fingers, make frequent mistakes, make a series of low-level mistakes, and even fail to reach the amateur level, why did he ruin his own future by himself?

Xi Wen couldn't read any more, these questioning of Shen Qingye turned into torture for him.

He killed a man, ruined a man,

He sat on his knees, feeling like he was going to throw up.

As much as he liked Shen Qingye who played the piano in the past, he hated himself who ruined everything with his own hands.

He still remembered what Shen Qingye said in an interview, he said that I don't have any beliefs, I only believe in the piano.

He ruined his faith, how much he should hate him, what was once within easy reach has become an unattainable regret.

The persistence in the cold winter and hot summer, the hard training day after day, and the belief and love of nearly 20 years have finally become nothing.

Looking back on the attention on the stage now, it is more like a joke, a broken dream.

Under the banner of liking, he did the cruelest thing.

Xi Wen buried his face in his palms, overwhelming despair overwhelmed him, and he sank into the deep sea, enduring the pain of suffocation.He scratched his neck, and there were bloodstains on his pale skin.

He was in too much pain to relieve himself, only to resort to external forces.

He committed suicide, but was rescued by someone sent by his family to follow him to France, and then he was kept under strict supervision and locked in a foreign room, the walls were covered with cushions, and the windows were sealed so that no light could come in.No matter how he breaks down, no one will care about him.He was sent to the hospital because of alcoholism and hunger strike. The doctor said that he was sick and had to be hospitalized. Psychological intervention and drug treatment were used together. His brain was like soaking in a rotten swamp. Why should I feel uncomfortable.But as soon as the drug was stopped, the old disease relapsed.

Xi Wen was panting, with no strength in his limbs, like a dead fish. He put the medicine in the bedside table. The medicine was strong but had many side effects. During this period of time for filming, he deliberately reduced the dosage so that the emotional response was more abundant. Cognition will not be dull.

He crawled across the floor on hands and feet, his body was so heavy that it dragged him down like a weight, and fell to the ground. Darkness penetrated his body and soul.

He fumbled for the medicine bottle, swallowed the pill dryly, and rested his forehead on his arm, as if he had been fished out of water.

He remembered that Shen Qingye had asked him last night why he cared so much about the shortcomings of the script Zhonghua Yang before he died, because he felt the same way, and the self-blame and regret of hurting someone he cared about would really drag people into a desperate situation where life would be worse than death.

The author says:

The memories are over here, and I will take a rest in the next two days.

Then I would like to say that there is something hidden in the matter, it is not what it appears on the surface, I have put a little hint in front of it.

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