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Xi Wen felt like ants were crawling in his throat.

He couldn't bear it, stood up abruptly, walked to the window of the ward and took a deep breath.

Wei Chengge is a decent person, but his subordinates still have this kind of activity going on, but they hide in the dark and know how to use a fig leaf to block it.What if it wasn't for Wei Chengge?What will happen then? It is obviously a good thing to do art and help people realize their dreams, but when people get involved, it becomes complicated.The most frightening thing is that many practices have become the norm. People who do wrong things do not feel that they have done wrong things. This is an unspoken unspoken rule. Everyone must abide by it and endure it. If someone resists , unless they become strong, they will be repelled, squeezed and eliminated by sacrifice.

They are all here, the surface is bright and beautiful, but the inside is chaotic and dirty, and they are so rotten that they can't be rotten anymore.

He sent Ji Qiu back, and then drove back to the set to return the car.

After parking the car and returning the keys, I walked downstairs slowly. There were two or three sycamore trees downstairs, one of the street lights was broken, and the remaining few were also sluggish, with thin light.

The work was basically over. There were no people on the set, and the venue was empty. Along the way, I could clearly hear my own footsteps.

At the outermost iron gate, a little spark flickered under the wall, almost dissolving in the thick night.

Xi Wen couldn't help slowing down his breathing, walked a few steps closer, and then stood still two steps away.

Shen Qingye looked at him sideways, as if he wasn't surprised that he was still here at this moment, and asked naturally, "Are you back?"

Xi Wen couldn't believe it, "Are you waiting for me?"

"Bai Xiaoyi said you went to the hospital."

Xi Wen explained, "It's not me."

"I know, someone saw you walking with Ji Qiu."

Things seemed to spread very fast in the crew, and there were eyes watching everywhere.

Xi Wen frowned unhappily, feeling as if he was being watched, "What did they say?"

"I'm just wondering how you and Ji Qiu knew each other."

Xi Wen lowered his voice, "He's injured, I'm afraid he's in trouble, so I'll take him to the hospital."

Shen Qingye nodded, "I also felt that his state was a bit wrong that day." He paused, as if he had noticed something, and then said, "What's wrong with your throat?"

Xi Wen touched his neck and coughed lightly, "It's nothing, I seem to have a cold."

"Cold? Did you go to see it today?"

Xi Wen blinked, only to realize later, "I forgot."

"How can you forget all this?"

Xi Wen smiled embarrassedly.He was so close to Shen Qingye that he could smell the smoke lingering on his body, and one of his fingertips was still burning.A gust of night wind blew, and Xi Wen caught off guard and inhaled. His nasal cavity was irritated by the smell, and it burned all the way into his lungs. He coughed desperately, bent down, and subconsciously grabbed the corners of the people around him. His chest cavity was like a broken blower. The same concussion, coughing too hard, red face, tears hanging from the corners of the eyes.

Shen Qingye was frightened by him, hurriedly extinguished the cigarette in his hand, patted him on the back, and wiped his tears with the back of his hand, "I'm sorry, did you smoke?"

Xi Wen took a long time to calm down, his voice was as broken as a broken gong, "I don't blame you, I haven't smoked for a long time, I'm not used to the smell of cigarettes."

He let go of the clothes he was holding, Shen Qingye's hand was still on his back, put it away for a while and then took it back, "Okay, go to the car, I'll take you back."

Xi Wen followed him obediently, "Xiao Yi told you to wait for me?"

"Well, I am the last scene, and it will be too late after a while."

Xi Wen curled his lips, "He also has the nerve to speak."

Shen Qingye smiled, "He wants me to have a good relationship with you."

Xi Wen lowered his head, "You agreed after he said it?"

Shen Qingye didn't slow down, and asked instead, "Don't you want me to wait for you?"

Xi Wen was very frank, "I think so."

"Then what are you asking? Do you want me to leave you and go?"

Xi Wen was dumb for a moment, said oh, and clasped his hands together, "That's okay, I can take a taxi by myself."

Shen Qingye stopped, turned around and looked at him, his eyes were bright in the night, but his brows were lowered, "Do you want to take a taxi now?"

Xi Wen opened his eyes wide, and Shen Qingye's bangs were lowered. Because he was rushing to film, the gauze on his forehead had been removed, leaving only traces of stitching. Behind the drooping hair, a raised scar could be vaguely seen. The edges are sharp and deep red, like an ugly centipede entrenched on the smooth forehead.

Xi Wen couldn't help frowning, raised his hand to touch it, Shen Qingye subconsciously turned his head to avoid it, pulled the scar, saw Xi Wen's expression from the corner of his eye, and grabbed his hand, his voice was slightly cold, "It's ugly, isn't it? "

Xi Wen curled up his fingers, grasped it backwards, touched the protruding joints of his wrist, rubbed it with his fingertips, and said softly, "No, it just looks painful. It's a little uncomfortable."

Shen Qingye froze, and let his hand hang down, "Why are you uncomfortable?"

Xi Wen grabbed his hand, it felt like he was holding a piece of ice, but it was very hot, his heart beat faster, and he pursed his lips happily, "Because my heart hurts."

It's too hypocritical.Shen Qingye didn't know what to reply.

He turned his face inadvertently, and found that Xi Wen was still staring at him with a look of worry on his face, so he couldn't help asking in a deep voice, "What are you still looking at?"

Xi Wen asked worriedly, "Will he leave a scar when he sutures like this?"

Shen Qingye paused in his heart, and said deliberately, "I guess it will, but it won't get rid of it."

Xi Wen stopped walking, "Then what should I do?"

Shen Qingye was held back by him, "What should I do?"

"There will be scars." He repeated solemnly, "on the face."

Shen Qingye sneered, "Well, ugly and scary, I'm done."

Xi Wen held onto his hand even tighter, and the person stuck to him and said cautiously, "It's not ugly, it's still pretty."

Shen Qingye subconsciously raised his hand to straighten his bangs, stopped half way through, his face flushed, "What's so good?" He scolded, and suddenly remembered that Ruan Feng was sitting in his room at that time, carefully applying ointment to his hands The scars are said to be perfectionism, and they are afraid that people will not like them, so they focus on covering up the blemishes.

He closed his eyes, and simply lifted his bangs, exposing his forehead, open and frank, not afraid of being seen even if he was hurt.Xi Wen likes good-looking things, always come to people when they are bright and beautiful, and leave when they are in distress.Porcelain with cracks is a waste product. It is worthless if the price drops, and it is not worthy of being liked.

Xi Wen stared at him for a while, and finally got the courage to raise his hand and tiptoe to touch the scar on his forehead, the uneven skin pressed against his tender fingertips.

The two got closer, Shen Qingye slowed down his breathing, his breath was entangled again and again, so close that he could clearly see the little mole on the corner of Xi Wen's eye, his complexion was rosy because he had cried before, his delicate eyes seemed like a piece of cake. The watery peach petals dripped with ink.

He still remembered that when the eyes were kissed, they would tremble with sensitivity.

Even though she is terrified of being touched by a foreign object in a fragile place, she won't run away.

Uneasy and docile.

It looks like a cat whose fur is wet by its owner.

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