worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

Song Ci didn't even realize how he stopped.

When he realized it, Ji Huai had already wiped away his tears and closed the door. Ji Huai also took a shower and lay on the bed with him.

Song Ci curled up, and sneaked closer to Ji Huai. The darkness was the best protective color, covering all his emotions, so that he didn't have to look so embarrassed in front of Ji Huai.

He stretched out his hand under the quilt to hold Ji Huai's wrist, his movements were very light, as if he was afraid of being pushed away by Ji Huai, and immediately he uttered in a choked voice: "Ji Huai..."

Ji Huai held his hand backhanded, and hummed lightly.

"I'm not that kind of person..." Song Ci originally thought that he could really not care, but he found that it was not at all. When Hua Manman went out in the morning, he went to Weibo and posted the most intense battle situation. I read all the Weibo posts.

Those filthy words, phrases, attacks and insults that turn black and white are all vivid in my mind, and every word pokes my heart.

At that time, he could not be disturbed, remained indifferent, and even remained calm, perhaps because he was wearing Wu Hung's protective clothing, and he hypnotized himself over and over again in the depths of his heart. He was Wu Hung, and what happened to Song Ci belonged to Song Ci During the period of listening, the things related to Wu Hung were the most important.

He forcibly used this method of soul division, as if he cut himself with a backhand knife, completely torn himself apart, and exchanged the temporary self-deception for the price of pain.

Immediately, this kind of price came to him in the middle of the night, like a demon, destroying him, attacking him, and finally, the moment Ji Huai appeared, he completely collapsed.

No one can really be indifferent to the overwhelming abuse.

Not to mention in front of your favorite people.

Song Ci can convince himself to ignore other people's opinions, but he can't help but care about Ji Huai's.

Song Ci gritted his teeth tightly, clenched Ji Huai's fingers little by little, and suppressed his crying: "I didn't do those things..."

I don't, I really don't.

I didn't seduce Shi Yi, it was he who framed me.

I didn't show mercy, and I was ambiguous with Lin Yinyue and Jiang Ling.

I didn't play big cards to save people's face, it was obviously Wei Li who pushed forward and turned black and white.

I didn't grab Ji Hao's role, I got the second male lead by my own ability, and everyone in the crew can see my hard work.

I don't disrespect anyone. I only ate candy on stage because I had a stomach problem. If I didn't eat something at the time, I might not be able to make it off the stage. If this is a sophistry, I can bow and apologize to all the contestants that day. Weibo.

I'm not... at all what the rumors on the Internet look like.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a rustling sound coming from Ji Huai's side. Song Ci's first reaction was that Ji Huai wanted to break away from his hand, he was about to leave, and he clenched it tightly without thinking. His hands and voice could almost be called urgent: "Ji Huai—"

But the next moment, his voice stopped.

Ji Huai turned his body sideways, approached actively, and stretched out his hand to hug Song Ci into his arms.

Song Ci's eyes suddenly widened, and there was still a tear hanging in the corner of his eyes. He just widened his eyes, and he didn't even dare to blink, as if his breathing and heartbeat had stopped.

This is the first time that two people take the initiative to share the same bed together, sleep on the same bed, covered with the same quilt.

——This is also the most intimate gesture that Ji Huai took the initiative to do to Song Cichuan after he came here.

Song Ci froze and didn't dare to move. The next moment, he felt a touch of warmth on his forehead.

Soft to the touch, easy to kiss.

Ji Huai opened his mouth to speak, maybe because the night was too soft, even his voice was tinged with tenderness.

He said, "I know."

Song Ci's tears couldn't stop all of a sudden, gushing out instantly.

He said I know, not I believe you.

There is a subtle difference between these two sentences.

I believe you can be true or false, sincere or perfunctory, anyone can say it.

But what I know is that I know who you are, I know everything about you, I don't need to define you from other people, no matter what they say, it's nothing to me, because I know the real you What is it like.

Song Ci is like a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats. Anyone who sees him wants to step on him, spit, and cast contemptuous and disgusting glances.

Some even wanted him to die, feeling that he was not worthy of life.

From the time of the accident to the present, there are people around him who believe in him, and there are people who love him dearly, but no one takes the initiative to hug him, gently lead him to turn around, leave all the malice in the world behind, and then be gentle and firm Said to him, I know you are not like that.

No matter what others say, I only care about you in my eyes.

Song Ci almost collapsed from crying, buried his head in Ji Huai's chest, sobbing like weeping blood.

He clutched Ji Huai's clothes, curled up into a ball, was embraced by Ji Huai, and brought them into his arms.

Ji Huai pressed his chin against his heart, and patted his back lightly, his movements were gentle and patient.

Song Ci never knew that he had so many tears, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't stop.

He doesn't even remember how he fell asleep in Ji Huai's arms in a daze after weeping tiredly.

In the middle of the night, Song Ci had another nightmare. He hadn't had a dream for a long time, but this time he had many dreams one after another.

In the dream, many people were chasing him, holding torches in their hands, trying to burn him to death. Song Ci didn't sleep well|restful, struggling to wake up, but when he just made a move, there was always a warm embrace Gently encircled him, and then his hand was held, and his back was patted lightly, as if coaxing his frightened baby.

Even in a dream, Song Ci still felt at ease and at ease. His frown that had been tightly furrowed slowly relaxed, and soon he fell asleep bit by bit.

When he woke up the next morning, Ji Huai was still holding him.

Song Ci lay quietly in Ji Huai's arms for a while, and finally recovered from the unreal trance.

It turned out that he was not dreaming.

All this turned out to be true.

Ji Huai really appeared by his side and coaxed him all night, it was not his hallucination.

Song Ci moved his body slightly, trying to crawl out of Ji Huai's embrace. His movement was obviously very light, but Ji Huai, who was in a deep sleep, seemed to feel it all at once. In the next instant, he seemed to have formed a Like a conditioned reflex, he raised his hand and caressed Song Ci's back, and said vaguely: "It's okay...that's all fake, good boy... I'm here, so don't be afraid."

Song Ci's eyes became hot, and his heart seemed to be soaked in a basin of warm water. It was so warm, and the temperature quickly spread to his limbs and bones, covering his whole body and turning him into the hardest armor.

Last night Ji Huai...was that how he comforted him all night?

So he didn't sleep all night?

Song Ci bowed his body, carefully walked away from Ji Huai's side, and then stuffed a pillow into his arms.

He stood by the bed, bent down, and gently kissed Ji Huai's forehead, just like Ji Huai kissed him yesterday.

Song Ci whispered in his ear, "Thank you."

If it weren't for your hug, I might not even know that I am so fragile, but it is also because of your existence that I have rebuilt the wall to resist harm.

Thank you for being willing to come to me when the whole world is slandering me.

Thank you for being willing to pour out all your tenderness on me.

Thank you for letting me know that I too can be cared for.

Song Ci stood by the bed and looked at Ji Huai for a while, then turned and went into the bathroom.

He washed again, changed his clothes, and walked out lightly.

It is 06:30 in the morning.

Song Ci was standing in the corridor, leaning against the door of a room, playing with a small object in his hand, his head was slightly lowered, his face was cold and pale, the mist coming in from the window spread around his body, outlining a slender silhouette .

Time passed slowly bit by bit.

Six fifty.

The door of the room was opened with a click, Wei Li came out from inside, his back was facing the door and retreated, he was hugging a woman, that was Zuo Ru.

Zuo Ru seemed to be acting like a spoiled child to him: "Why did you wake up so early today?"

Wei Li lowered his head and kissed her cheek: "Today I have a big show, I have to go and see it early."

But actually it was because he knew that Song Ci was injured yesterday, and he would definitely not come to the set today, he just wanted to breathe the air without Song Ci to his heart's content.

Song Ci, that bitch, low-key, only knows how to suppress him all day long, even if he condescends to apologize to him, he ignores him, Wei Li has had enough.

Without Song Ci, he will become the most eye-catching presence in the audience. Zhuang Ran will admire him and praise him for his good performance. The other staff will feel sorry for him, because he was wronged and Song Ci bullied him. , so everyone should support him, even Shan Yangxia and Jiang Ling might take the initiative to get close to him.

Such a comfortable day - although Wei Li hasn't been to the set yet, he can already foresee it.

The entertainment industry is such a realistic place, everyone has a pair of piercing eyes, and they are all people who see the wind and the wind.

No one will be in the company of fools.

Wei Li was a little flustered.

Then he thought again, in fact, yesterday's accident could be more serious, the main reason is that he was young and had no guts, so he only dared to scare Song Ci with a fancy but useless counselor.

He didn't dare to cause any major accidents.

As long as Song Ci is more obedient and obedient, and doesn't always fight against him, he can also consider letting him go.

But this is doomed to be impossible.

In just a few minutes, Wei Li had even thought about what method he should use to deal with Song Ci next time.

However, when he turned around to leave, he was suddenly taken aback.

I saw Song Ci wearing a black v-neck sweater, leaning against the wall with his hands folded, his eyebrows drooping, and a careless expression on his face.

He seemed to have been standing in that position for a long time, and his whole body was covered with the bitter morning chill.

Seeing that he finally noticed him, Song Ci raised his head slowly, and there was a hint of a smile on Junxiu's face—but that smile made people feel chills, like being caught by a bird in deep water. The evil spirit entangled him, grabbed his feet and dragged him straight down, as if he was about to be dragged into an endless abyss.

Wei Li froze suddenly: "Is it you?"

"Yes, it's me." Song Ci just looked at him with a smile, his voice was very soft, but filled with an extremely powerful aura, "Shall we chat?"

Wei Li took a step back imperceptibly, Zuo Ru hadn't closed the door yet, seeing him back, she subconsciously poked her head out for a look, when she saw Song Ci, her eyes widened and she let out a short scream.

Wei Li lowered his head, and wanted to go outside after avoiding him: "I don't think we have anything to talk about."

"Really," Song Ci said unhurriedly, "I don't like to force others, since you don't want to talk, then I'll go have a heart-to-heart talk with the friend who attacked me yesterday."

Wei Li seemed to be pricked by a needle, and he almost jumped up in shock.

--What's the meaning?What did Song Ci mean by this?Did he know something?

No, absolutely not!He obviously paid the hush money!The elder brother of the joint made a guarantee, saying that there is absolutely no problem, even if he enters the game, the person will only be a mute and will not say anything!

As if he had understood his thoughts, the next moment, the mask-like smile on Song Ci's face finally sank. He played with the small black object in his hand, and his voice was cold, like Shura: "The crime of intentionally hurting How many years does your accomplice need to be sentenced?"

With a bang, Wei Li felt as if there was a buzzing sound in his head, and a large black background of gold stars spread up, making his back feel cold.

Wei Li clenched his fists, turned his head, almost gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Song Ci looked at him coldly, turned around and left without saying a word.

His movements were crisp and neat, without any sloppiness, as if he had already obtained the ironclad evidence and just came to inform them.

But in the next moment, Zuo Ru yelled in panic: "Don't leave yet! Wait a minute! Did that man recruit? How could it be—"

Wei Li's face was livid, and without thinking about it, he turned around and shouted: "Shut up!"

"Why should I shut up! Are you crazy!" Zuo Ru rushed out of the door, very emotional, "We are stars, do you know that if we are involved in crimes, we will be ruined! "

Wei Li was so angry that his stomach hurt: "How do you know that he is not cheating on us! That matter has nothing to do with us, why should we admit it?"

After all, Zuo Ru was a woman, timid and without ideas, her mind became muddled at this moment.

"He has already recorded a statement." Song Ci stopped, looking at them with pity in his eyes, "This incident was photographed by many reporters, and I am still a public figure no matter how vague I am. Public attention, as long as I say something, the police will cooperate with me and issue a police notice tomorrow."

Zuo Ru only felt that a string in her mind was broken during Song Ci's words, she opened her mouth wide, like a fish out of water: "...No, he said it clearly, this person's mouth Strictly speaking, he won't say anything..."

She clutched at her hair, overwhelmed by infinite panic.

"You're lying." Wei Li's eyes were red, like a small animal. He stared at Song Ci with fierce words, "If you got the statement, then what are you doing here today?! Why don't you just announce it? ?”

"Good question." Song Ci stretched out his hand and patted his palm. He shook the small black object in his hand at Wei Li, "I'm just here to exchange."

Wei Li seemed to find it absurd: "In exchange for what? What you have in your hand is a confession? Don't think that we are all fools—"

"In exchange for you to ask those marketing accounts to apologize, clarifying that your account was hacked, and the black material is also non-existent, fabricated by job hackers." Song Ci looked at him, with a smile on his lips, he leisurely Said, "I never said that this is a confession, but what's in it is much more interesting than the confession."

"What?" Zuo Ru continued to scream, his face was a bit ferocious, "What else do you have?"

Song Ci's voice was faint: "December [-]st at [-]:[-] p.m., you are wearing a red skirt and Wei Li is wearing a gray sweater. What are you doing?"

Zuo Ru: "How do I know what we are doing?! That was more than two months ago!"

Song Ci glanced at her: "At twelve o'clock in the evening on December [-]th, Wei Li was wearing a black overcoat. You sent him out in disheveled clothes. What did you do?"

The words disheveled are like a knife, splitting the chaos.

Wei Li's face instantly turned ashen.

In a blink of an eye, Zuo Ru finally realized what he was talking about, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

It was when they had just been together for a short time. The two of them fought fiercely, and they both had a let-go personality. When they were in love, they couldn't care about anything, they just wanted to indulge themselves to the fullest.

Wei Li's voice trembled a little: "Is this a surveillance video?"

"More than that." Song Ci laughed shortly, as if he thought it was very interesting, "I still have chat records with Cai Ming here, I remember Cai Ming asked me to write a character biography and acting Analysis, but someone told me that when you came to the audition, the stepping stone in your hand was exactly the same as what I wrote, what do you think is going on?"

Wei Li clenched his hands into fists, his fingertips were almost digging into his flesh: "I don't know..."

Song Ci interrupted him gently: "The person who told me is Cai Ming. He came to send me a text message to show off triumphantly, saying that he won the role for you with the fruits of my labor. This matter gave him a lot of face, presumably you think so too?"

Wei Liru was struck by lightning, and there were many emotions on his face, which were astonishment, disbelief, fear, and anger.

He looked at Song Ci, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

His eyes were frighteningly bright, like a cornered animal.

"I think my sincerity is enough." Song Ci's attitude can be said to be very polite, "Three chips, in exchange for you to open Jinkou once, let those marketing accounts apologize, and clarify, I don't even need You come forward to wade through this muddy water, and you only need to spend money to eliminate the disaster. Since you are willing to spend so much money to blackmail me, what is it to spend more money? Of course, as I said, I don’t like to force people, If you don't want to, just pretend that I never came this morning. I've already been hacked by the whole network anyway. At worst, I'll just go back to Ji Hao's old way and withdraw from the circle. Of course, before leaving the circle, No matter how I say it, I want to give you these three big gifts, otherwise I won't be able to go | at ease."

Song Ci took a step back, as if he was about to leave, with a very happy smile on his face: "I think it's worth it to hold you on my back before I die."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, but before he could take a step, someone grabbed his wrist severely.

"I'll buy it." These two words seemed to be squeezed out of Wei Li's mouth, his face was contorted to the extreme, he paused, his eyes fell on the black USB flash drive in Song Ci's hand, and stretched out his hand After snatching it, his voice seemed to be smashed and recombined, it was terribly hoarse, "How do I know if you have saved files?"

Song Ci looked at him quietly: "You have no choice."

Wei Li pushed him back, and Song Ci was pushed against the wall, and his back was hit hard.

Wei Li almost gritted his teeth: "You bitch...I should have let that person stab you to death yesterday! I should spend more money, and help you pay for the coffin by the way. The marketing account blackmailed you for ten days and ten nights! You are forced to raise a dog! How dare you fucking threaten me!"

He was trembling with anger, but he was helpless. Everything in the USB flash drive was his life.

Song Ci lowered his head and leaned against the wall, the corners of his lips curled up.

"What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at?!" Wei Li was almost driven mad by Song Ci. He stepped forward and grabbed his neckline, and stared at him face-to-face with eyes widened by rage, like the pupils of an animal. , "Believe it or not, I'm going to kill you right now?!"

Zuo Ru covered his mouth and bit his hand tightly.

"I'm laughing..." The smile on Song Ci's face grew wider, full of coolness and sarcasm, he looked at Wei Li, and said word by word, "I've finally waited."

Wei Li wished he could reach out and grab his neck: "What are you waiting for?!"

"You admit it." Song Ci looked at him at close range, smiling like a flower, "Wei Li, do you know what it means to treat another person in the same way as others?"

Wei Li's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had realized something, he lowered his head to look at the USB flash drive in his hand, he thought it was a recorder.

"It's not this." Song Ci stretched out his hand to press his wrist, and pushed him away forcefully. He looked at him coldly, "You are right, I lied to you. No, no statement, no surveillance video, this USB drive is empty."

Before he came, he just wanted to deceive him with biographies and surveillance videos.

But in these 10 minutes, everything that happened yesterday slipped past his eyes again like clouds and flowing water. He just quietly went through all the details and details of what happened yesterday, and immediately he noticed Something is wrong.

That person yesterday had a job card, and Zhuang Ran's production crew is extremely strict, and every staff member knows each other, even the reporter didn't let one in, it's impossible for a stranger to be so silent The situation where he sneaked in without a sound, so there is only one possibility, that person has internal support in the crew.

So who could be that insider?

On the cusp of the storm, who would dare to let people in openly?

Isn't that obvious.

So the statement about the man who attacked him was temporarily added by Song Ci.

Didn't realize it was all true.

So it was a real surprise.

Wei Li was so bold that even he was surprised.

If he can keep the car from overturning, he feels too sorry for Wei Li's effort on him.

Wei Li's breath suddenly became heavy, and there was a small red light jumping in his eyes, full of violence. Immediately, he approached Song Ci and raised his fist at him.

But Song Ci's movements were faster than him. Wei Li didn't even see his movements clearly. Song Ci punched him hard in the face with a right uppercut. There seemed to be a layer of ice on the brows: "It's a pity that you didn't kill me, it's my turn next, I want you to see with your own eyes how you fell from the clouds, life would be better than death—"