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Everyone was full of praise for Liang Xing's new look, but the makeup artist was very aggrieved.Liang Xing claimed to follow Qi Yuan's style, but now he has a rock look with strange eyes.Although it looks cute.Liang Xing comforted the make-up artist, this was just for fun in private, and he still acted like a good boy on stage.

However, now that the prosthetic eye is ruined, Liang Xing can only rely on Qi Yuan's new incarnation, Jessica, to communicate with his allies.However, Jessica spends most of her time working at Renxing's house.Liang Xing couldn't think about it, why did he throw away his eyes.Being angry can hurt people a lot!

Now the most important schedule in Liang Xing's hands is the singing competition, which is the most friendly one among the resources he currently has.But as an actor, he had to make his debut by singing, which was quite embarrassing.Well, I had no choice but to curve to save the country.

However, the members of the studio are full of energy. In order for Liang Xing to take advantage of this show, everyone worked hard.As soon as he got to work, Liang Xing personally thanked his colleagues and bowed, thanking them for their hard work.In the end, Mr. Manager kicked him with warm water: "This revolution hasn't even succeeded yet! Why did you bow?"

Liang Xing scratched his head with a stupid smile: "I also hope that everyone will be more motivated."

Ms. Ke gave a thumbs up across the workstation: "You look very special today, especially charming and coquettish!"

Liang Xing refused: "It is absolutely impossible to accept."

The vocal teacher asked for leave this afternoon, so Liang Xing had time to go for a stroll.But he chose to go back to Renxing's home.

The white villa on a cloudy day was also dyed gray, and a few sparrows were jumping on the branches.

Liang Xing walked through the garden and said hello to the maid who was pruning the garden.

Jessica made a face at him and complained with her lips: cleaning is simply against humanity!

Liang Xing spread his hands to express his helplessness, who called Qi Yuan's body as a maid, and now he has to contract housework.

He entered the house and went to the third floor.

The door of the flashy study room is open, behind the double-style fabric sofa is the bay window, the outdoors is still cloudy, and the dark green flowers and leaves move with the wind.

Mr. Renxing was sitting on the beige sofa facing the door, holding a thick book.Liang Xing recognized that it was Yin Zhi's "Series".He leaned over to look, and then glanced at a line of upside-down words on the book.

Liang Xing recognized it.

- "I woke up in bed and found myself missing..."

But he didn't see the following words.

Obviously, Ren Xing doesn't like being peeped on.He immediately closed the book, "Why are you back?"

"The vocal music teacher is sick, there's nothing I can do." Liang Xing said with a smile, "Why don't you rehearse the play today, do you have a script?"

"Series" was in Renxing's hands, but Renxing seemed to recall something, his eyes drifted up, and finally landed.He said, "I'll make it up for you on the spot."

Liang Xing sat on the other side of the sofa and asked, "It's that kind of story where you just tell me and I just listen to it?"

Ren Xing pushed him off the sofa: "I want you to act in the story."

Liang Xing smirked: "All ears."

"You're a drama student with a reputation for selling sensual scripts, but you don't want to write, you want to be an actor. You were tricked, seduced, and involved in pornography by a friend. This matter was known to your family, and you were beaten up by your father and kicked out of the house." Ren Xing finished speaking, and then asked Liang Xing, "Do you know what kind of protagonist you want to play?"

Liang Xing hesitated: "A rebellious... simple protagonist?"

"Think for yourself." Ren Xing continued to narrate in a calm manner, "You, a young man in his twenties without much possessions, ran outside with a suitcase and a half-swollen face. That day In the rain, you took a long-used transparent umbrella, and stood alone in front of the bus stop, waiting for the bus. You don’t know where you are going, and you don’t know where to go. Free from the shackles of home, you get Freedom, but nothing."

"The world is so big, there is no place for me." Liang Xing closed his eyes.

"Do you understand that feeling? The feeling of being kicked out of the house." Renxing asked.

"Lonely?" Liang Xing was not sure, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "I don't understand, I have never been kicked out of my home, I... I have never had a home."

Ren Xing raised the end of his eyes lightly, and changed back to a cold and indifferent look in an instant: "Okay, let me continue—you, this lonely young man, want to pursue desire. You think you should be an ambitious person, and you want to let go Fight in the circle and become an artist instead of a script writer. So you contacted a powerful classmate and went to his house for a temporary stay. You took a bath in the villa of the rich kid and watched your classmate obey the family The capital inherited by will. You are not reconciled. You have ambitions and strong desires, and you want to work hard to get such things..."

"So? Do I want to play the scene of taking a bath in the bedroom of a classmate from a rich family? Or entertain myself by touching the things underneath while taking a bath?" Liang Xing pretended that there was a bathtub in front of him, and jumped into it pretendingly.

"No," Ren Xing said, "You want to be an actor." He hooked his legs and dragged Liang Xing to his side.

Ren Xing was half lying on the sofa with his legs rolled up, and he asked Liang Xing to sit up.The two were in close contact on the sofa, and Liang Xing seemed to be able to smell the mint aroma from Renxing's hair.

"Series" fell to the ground, the bookcase was lying upwards, and the intimate contact between the paper and the wooden floor made a crisp sound.

Ren Xing pushed back the hair on Liang Xing's forehead, and his movements were very light: "Do you know why that lonely protagonist has such a strong desire?"

"I don't know." Liang Xing didn't move, "I'm just an actor, and I'm only in charge of acting."

——instead of predicting the character's life.All information is deduced under known conditions, except for the love of nothingness and madness.

Renxing continued to narrate: "You, a person who has nothing, indulges your own desires. It is extremely sad. You only feel alive when you indulge your desires. Because you made reasonable imitation actions and gained fame and fortune, you are With the illusion of being alive. Alcohol, cigarettes, and drugs are low-level stimulants. Cameras, flash lights, and human eyes are the strongest refreshing drugs! Because of ambition and desire, a beast lives under your human skin .”

Liang Xing's eyes lit up: "Is this what you said, a mechanical beast with a soul but no heart?"

Ren Xing looked at him coldly: "This is the most basic 'beast'." An abstract beast, a beast in people's hearts.

Liang Xing: "Then he should be as excited when he sees the camera as he is when he sees pornographic products."

Ren Xing: "Not only that, he can get orgasms under the lens, flashing lights and gazes, and he is addicted, poisoned, just like cigarettes, alcohol and drugs, fame and fortune are as addictive as other people's gazes, and this addiction You can't quit like sex addiction."

That was Yin Zhi when he was young.Liang Xing knew that the beast of fame and fortune driven mad by desire was his idol in the past.Because of the support of desire and talent, Yin Zhi became famous and won the best actor award.

"Desire keeps you alive." Renxing said, "A young man who has nothing, you fall madly in love with the feeling of being watched, and objectify and objectify yourself, because you get pleasure from the gaze of others, and you experience the real feeling of being alive. "

Liang Xing shook his head: "But we've been living all this time. Could it be that 'living' is an illusion?"

"Yes, living is an illusion, you only know it when you enjoy the truth."

After Ren Xing finished speaking without changing his expression, he suddenly reached out and touched Liang Xing's lower back.The palm of his hand went down the spine, passed through the buttocks to the thighs, calves, and finally the ankles... Provoking with his fingertips, he took off Liang Xing's leather shoes, and touched the soles of the other's feet through the white socks.

The nervous plexus rippled, and the pleasure was like a tide, passing through Liang Xing's mind like an electric shock, and affecting his whole body.The itching and numbness hijacked Liang Xing's thinking space.He laughed in the hallucination of the vast sea of ​​clouds.

"That's it, you woke up from the bed and found that you lost your limbs." Ren Xing narrated calmly.

It's like catching a bird that's just learning to fly and then brutally snapping off its wings.

"Why? Why is this happening?" Liang Xing was shocked, the pupil of one eye shrank suddenly, and the other was normal.His strange-colored eyes watched Renxing's expression, almost touching the tip of his nose to Renxing's.

Luckily, the storyteller's eyes, which had remained indifferent all the time, seemed to contain bags of dry salt sacs.The occasional wet feeling is as unreal as a mirage in the desert.

Before Liang Xing dug out the text, Ren Xing got up and grabbed the watering pot on the bay window sill, and poured water on his head.

"What are you doing?" Liang Xing snatched the kettle over, and the water soaked both of them thoroughly.Mottled water stains on clothes constitute a sad abstract painting, who can tell who is crying, or who is insane?

Ren Xing shook his head slightly, then reached out to grab Liang Xing's hands and feet.

"A crazy fan loves you crazy, but can't accept your dark history. He got your private information from some channel. After you had a carnival with a group of beautiful men, the madman kidnapped you from the private room. He didn't do anything to you What a violent thing, he gave you a lot of anesthesia, he held your face, held his beloved god and said, why do you want to trample on your beautiful body like a bitch, you don’t deserve it.”

Liang Xing didn't dare to speak, but just watched.

Ren Xing's lips parted, and he said with a half-smile, "I woke up from the bed and found that I lost my arms and legs."

Thunder broke through the clouds outside the window, and the gloomy clouds finally made it rain.The heavy rain left the flowers and leaves outdoors alone.

Wet clothes cling to them, the two entwine like on a rainy day, and they tell a tragic story under a cloud: a rebellious kid who wrote a script became an actor and eventually wrote a... story.Probably this is the story.

Liang Xing let go of Ren Xing's hand, held the artificial limb of the opponent's arm, and touched it.He smelled the smell of dead flowers rotting in the rainy season.A drop of water dripped from Renxing's hair onto Liang Xing's hand.Liang Xing looked around along the trajectory, seeing the haggard appearance of the man.Weak, his god.

Liang Xing didn't know what his feelings for Mr. Renxing were?pity?worship?mercy?Or is it... love?

In this hypocritical world and stage of nothingness, he doesn't know and can't believe, the so-called love.But the beating dying heart in his chest seemed to be screaming, wanting to prove something...

Controlled by his desire, he closed his eyes, held Renxing's head and kissed her lips.Like the wet earth after the rain kissing the road flowers that have been miserably run over by the wheels, a strong and pungent smell of blood and rust erupted from the kiss.

Ren Xing broke away, and said a lesson: "You don't blush today, so you are really not suitable for pretending to be a shy child, because actors know actors best, and can easily see through your face. Liang Xing's face is cold, it is rusty metal It is very suitable for playing a mechanical beast without emotion."

"What about Renxing's face?" Liang Xing's expression did not change.

"A face of indulgence, a face of greed." Ren Xing let out a faint laugh.

He grabbed Liang Xing's hand and touched his body, from neck to hands and feet.It was his own body, raw flesh and blood.Man-made parts support the remains of human life, so there is Renxing.

Ren Xing grabbed Liang Xing's wrist and continued to narrate: "You in the script are mechanical. Desire is a kind of command, living is to fulfill the command, and it is crude oil that touches you intimately, so, now, touch me."

"But sir, there should be no author in the story. This is the story of a tragic actor, not a romantic one."

"When the play is performed, it belongs to Liang Xing, but Liang Xing belongs to me." Ren Xing said, "Touch me..."

Both raw skin and man-made components are starting to heat up.Wet clothes fell to the floor, covering the Episode.A beetle came out of the book, fluttered its wings and flew away along the crack of the window.

Like in a dream, a continuous rain soaked them.

Act Three: Animal Paradise