[Net King] Drama Boy

The experience of the birth family and the mental hospital collapsed.

Shu killed the doctor like she killed her father.

And this is the first family I don't remember.

Do you bother to keep track of how many bugs you crushed?

"I will shatter all guns and I will break all swords (I will shatter all guns and blades), Melt the hate in the bonfire watch the golden englow (melt the hate in the bonfire and watch the golden flames glow)..."

Humming a song as usual, Shu burned the family that hadn't been around for a few months, gently touched the little daughter's head, put her in the hut in the forest, and cleaned up all the remaining clues with ease, carrying the easel and a pair of clothes on her back. Small luggage.

The beauty looking back in the firelight, with melancholy and clear eyes, said in a slightly complaining tone: "It's only been three months..."

"Next one."

But at this time, his unhurried back in the night, moon and snow walks through the colorful peach blossoms, summer butterflies, and migratory birds with dead leaves, stepping into the depths of time...

The screen went dark. Although there were no bloody scenes in the whole film, a bit of red is literary and artistic, but seeing each one in shock, it should meet the label of horror.

As for the depth, the movie is probably out of artistry, using a beautiful symbol "Shu" to symbolize all things that make people addicted to lose their reason and humanity and eventually suffer from it.

Like alcohol, money, ambition...

There are easter eggs at the end of the film, commonly known as "feature film".

Shu stood in the lake, a man walked towards him, completely lost his mind, and drowned.

Shu sat on the edge of the roof and stretched out her hand. A woman smiled coquettishly and followed his instructions and jumped off the building.

Shu sat in front of a chair with her knees hugged. A young man stood on the chair with fascinated eyes. He put the rope on the beam, kicked the chair over, and hanged himself...

Vividly demonstrated several classic death methods.

Bai Cun remembers that dozens or hundreds of senior extras were invited to film this kind of scene.

This is only through the hands of the protagonist, and there are countless people who have borrowed a knife to kill people.

Moreover, Shu usually kills and sets fire in the daytime by herself, which is simply arrogant.

An unprecedented murderer in history is so beautifully photographed.

Bai Cun sincerely applauded the editing and director.

And slipped away quietly.

Bai Cun only found out about being shortlisted for the Volpi Cup (Best Actor) on the night of the awards ceremony and closing ceremony.

Bai Cun was in a good mood, and after formally forming an alliance with the Meyer family, he was able to stretch his hands and feet, and was able to deal with traitors and opponents with ease.

"Didn't you notice that you were shortlisted for the most artistic and representative best actor award in the world?! And..."

On the car going to the award ceremony, Arai started to hit the window again, this time with excitement.

Bai Cun Buju felt uneasy: "Stop the car."

Arai wiped the blood from his head with a handkerchief, and looked strangely at Bai Cun, who seemed to be talking in his sleep with his eyes closed.

The car stopped, and just as Arai wanted to persuade him not to go, Bai Cun kicked him out of the car.

"Can't sit down."

"..."

It is no problem to install two new wells.

Pick a better excuse to die?

After finishing speaking, the vehicle drove away, and Arai drew a circle on the ground while contacting the vehicle.

Just don't go, draw a circle and curse Baicun for winning the prize.

When Bai Cun came to the banquet, he found that the seat next to him was...

"Brother." Bai Cun, who had heard the news a long time ago, showed a surprised and delighted expression (acting is good for physical and mental health), "Here we come."

"Xiaoye, you're still alive." Atobe looked at him contemptuously from the corner of his eyes.

Bai Cun didn't care about the sarcasm in the expression department. Every time he saw his brother again, he lost a little weight, his momentum and mental outlook changed, and he became more mature, courageous, powerful and dazzling.

He is not the only one who is working hard, his brother is also working hard to become stronger in places he didn't notice, so he is reluctant to part with his brother, such a brother is too cute.

After many days, Atobe finally saw his heartless lover who hadn't been in touch for several months. If Baicun's participation in the Venice Film Festival hadn't exploded among the domestic media and the people, Atobe almost thought that he was no longer alive.

This person is going to die and conquer the stars and the hellish sea. Isn't the choice of a normal person to spend more time with his family and lover... Why is his ambition inflated instead?

Well, just complaining, Atobe knows Shiraura best.

Because Baicun firmly believes that he will not die, even if he dies soon, it will not affect Baicun, as if death and his life are two different things, so Baicun continues to play his own game as planned.

"Angry?" Bai Cun casually broke off the armrest between the two seats as usual, and nestled into the arms of Atobe who thought he was upright, "Forgive me for the sake of my life."

Atobe glanced at the stainless steel handrails on the ground, and the focus was on, there are really people who have the audacity to use terminal illnesses as rafts.

"Ah, I forgive you."

Atobuyu replied with disgust, and turned to Baicun to make him feel more comfortable.

Then the long-lost lover fell asleep in his arms.

In the dim light below the stage, Atobe laughed, his lover is really a little expert at ruining the atmosphere.

The seats next to him filled up one after another, and there were people from the "White Orphan" crew on both sides. It wasn't too surprising for Baicun's sleep-replenishment behavior at the award ceremony after being shortlisted for the Wo Cup, but he was very curious about Atobe.

This person who looks like a member of the Demon King's family is definitely not a normal person.

The host on stage opened the show, and the show, awards and award-winning actors burst into tears.

For the Golden Lion Award, one of the highest awards in the film industry, the host exaggerated the tension and announced the shortlisted films.

"The Circle of Life, Before Night Falls... Orphan White, To Matthew, When This Life Ends."

There was chatter and suspense, the lights flickered and the actors and audience exclaimed nervously. The host announced: "The Circle of Life!"

Director Sato's embarrassing and disappointed laugh did not wake Shiramura up, Atobe covered his ears thoughtfully, and Shiramura let go of his slightly frowning brows.

Facing the Wo Cup awards presentation, the host announced the shortlisted actors one by one: ""Before Night Falls" Javier Bardem, "The Love That Passes Through Your Eyes" Luigero Schoka, "White Orphan" Bai Cunye..."

The light hit Bai Cun, and the camera showed him the first close-up since the awards ceremony, and the back of Bai Cun's head appeared on the screen.

Bai Cunye, the youngest nominated entertainer in history, nestled in the arms of another handsome boy with only half of his face exposed, and his hair was faintly gray in the bright light.

There was a moment of silence.

Baicun not only nominated the youngest age of Wo Cup, but also the most outrageous behavior.

The lights and camera moved away quickly, but even so, it left a deep impression on the hearts of everyone in this world-wide filmmakers event.

It is certain that it will become a big hit after the closing of the Venice Film Festival, but it is not clear how it will be hacked.

No matter how dark it is, can you sleep in this kind of occasion?

It's time to sleep...

Could it be that he is just a child with a good routine?

Misunderstanding, Bai Village is simply tired of killing people.

The author has something to say: The lyrics in the article have been slightly changed, taken from Holly Henry's "White Knuckles"

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The author's description in the article is not very good, and actually requires a very technical transition method, which is the iconic film technique of Master Kontoshi who made animated films

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☆、Chapter [-]

"The winner of the Volpi Cup for Best Actor at the 57th Venice Film Festival is - Bai Cunye!"

The artistry of the Venice Film Festival and the fairness of the judging are recognized beyond doubt.

Everyone cooperated and applauded enthusiastically, and the light had to fall on Bai Cun again. At this time, he was already awake. If Arai wasn't at hand, he would have asked Arai to pick it up.

The first few winners were either crying in surprise or laughing in surprise, trembling with excitement, and smiling from ear to ear no matter how calm they were, hugging people they knew or didn’t know around them.

And Bai Cun stood up expressionlessly, swiftly dodged the enthusiastic hugs of all the people he knew and didn't know, and only gently bent down and hugged him.

Atobe was touched by him for a moment, but he remained motionless and said, "Congratulations."

Atobe felt that after tonight, he and Baicun would become popular together, but they didn't care about other people's eyes and speculation, and those indifferent people and things didn't affect them.

At this moment, a trace of a smile appeared on Baicun's face, and he turned around to accept the award.

Lights and cameras followed him, and everyone who saw the reaction of the 15-year-old on the screen was left speechless.

This is the Venice Film Festival, right?

Is this kid really fifteen this year?

Even at fifty, he didn't care if he didn't win such a world-class award.

Before taking the stage, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Bai Cun yawned restrainedly and reservedly.

For a moment, I thought of the fear brought by the two characters played by Bai Cun, a night demon and a pure day angel, both of whom are murderous madmen.

Sure enough, he is acting in his true colors...

It's just too calm, it's far more than that.

Because the award presenter is actually Chitanda's old lover, an internationally renowned veteran Japanese director - Anonymous.

Bai Cun didn't hear his name at all. In his eyes, the so-called "human being" in the biological sense is a worthless thing that shouldn't exist.

The chaotic reactions of the chaotic people in the audience have nothing to do with him. Baicun is a self-centered and arrogant person who doesn't care about life and death. He is said to be arrogant and inferior--it is true, he is not used to it. If you can teach him a lesson, just come.

Bai Cun leaned against the awarding platform, lowered his head, not knowing what to think or what to wait for.After announcing the award presenter, the host fell into embarrassment. As a celebrity, she immediately brushed her hair and gritted her teeth secretly, elegantly and dignifiedly, she said in English: "Ye and the award presenter are also from Japan..."

Bai Cun didn't refute or talk, and quietly waited for the award presenter to make his debut. Under the host's hard work, the atmosphere was quite lively after the director who was over [-] years old came out.

Arai arrived at this time, and he would rather not come, watching the people on the stage and Chitanda next to him.

The lights under the stage were too dim, and Arai just imagined Chitanda's expression and shivered. After touching the edge of the row, he dared not go past. On the road, a man in his 50s and [-]s accepted the trophy from the hostess lady with a generous smile, and said a few words of blessings to the villagers and the future generations in a calm and humorous manner before handing it to Bai Village.

Seeing Shiraimura's unresponsive attitude, Arai first lit a piece of wax for the scumbag, then extinguished the wax silently in his heart, and turned his eyes to Chitanda in horror. On the spot, how to hold a crazy beast...

Unexpectedly, Chitanda looked surprisingly calm.

Arai couldn't believe his eyes, his eyesight was much better than his hearing, Chitanda sneezed, rubbed his nose with his hands, and made no extra movements, as if he didn't know the people on stage.

The sound of the music was excited, and this might be the least active time to receive an award in history. Arai watched the trophy handing over on stage, held his breath and sat in the seat next to Chitanda.

"It's late, why did you go?"

"On the way... watch the scenery for a while."

Chitanda asked casually, without looking back, and continued to read newspapers in the stands.

I always felt that this person was not the same person back then, and Chitanda was also surprised by her calmness, and felt that it should be. After more than ten years, they said that time can smooth everything out, and Chitanda was convinced this time.

In other words, she didn't like him that much back then, she just wanted to make a show, love someone vigorously to touch her youth.

However, the early exit of the rival actors made her particularly upset.

What Chitanda didn't say was that she was an out-and-out heartless person back then... oh, and she is now.

There is only my mother and younger brother in the family. My mother is seriously ill and my younger brother is in elementary school. She is so poor that she can't get rid of the pot, so she went to be a hostess.After she ate a long-lost full meal after only being touched by her thigh, she began to thank her mother's serious illness for forcing her to come here, and even more grateful to her mother for her beauty.

Her mother's condition improved and her younger brother's tuition was paid. Chitanda began to spurn her own satisfaction and vanity. It was the only remaining conscience attack that made her regain her sense of shame.

However, her mother and brother are the reasons for her to continue working, but there is no reason to refuse the temptation to earn money without any effort.

Then he appeared.

The reason for giving up the disgraceful career of hostess for love was perfect, and she was indeed bewitched by his generosity and talent.

You can do anything for this man, and Chitanda, who is dazed in love and moved by himself, thinks so and does so.

She voluntarily gave the money she earned to that man. It was the same when her mother's medical bills were urgent, and it was the same when her younger brother caught the flu. She was so touched by herself. How could this man not be moved and not love her?

Almost immediately after he left, the room leaked and it rained overnight. Chitanda lost her mother and younger brother after a medical abortion. She was swept by a wave of regret and anger. Afterwards, he appeared on the screens on the streets of Japan as a new director, and Chitanda woke up.

For the first time, she knelt in front of her mother's brother's grave for two days, kowtowing until she was dying.

Survived miraculously, she only had one obsession left, to see him again as a director.

Working and studying, during that period of poverty where life was worse than death, the idea of ​​taking advantage of her beauty came up in her mind countless times.It's not that no one hinted at her like that. She was moved for a while, and then she was so disgusted by herself that she couldn't eat or sleep.Recalling his words, there happened to be a blunt table knife in hand, and she started to destroy the pretty face she was so proud of.

She is no longer agitated, she is in a calm mood, and her studies are much more efficient. She is so happy that she almost wants to cut the other side of her face, but this face bestowed by her mother cannot be destroyed anymore, lest her mother and brother will not recognize her after death, she They have to make amends.

Forget about this man, Chitanda doesn't blame him, of course it would be better if he dies.

Chitanda took out a piece of paper from the large bag next to her and sat under her buttocks, ignoring the frowning people around her spraying strong-smelling cheap perfume into the air, she smiled and put her hands into the bag, leisurely Watching the stage.

Arai, who didn't know what Chitanda was doing, let go of his throat, covered his nose that was poisoned by the unpleasant perfume, and also stood in the stands.

On the stage, Bai Cun was wearing a classic minimalist black suit, which was different from the tie and tie worn by ordinary people. The boy's collar was empty and the button was unbuttoned to the second. His beautiful collarbone was half hidden in the slack collar. Forcibly pierced out of the unruly evil spirit.

Grabbing the trophy with one hand, Bai Cun closed his eyes in distress, covered his lips and yawned a little, raised his eyes and saw the old face smiling broadly and gratifiedly, he felt a shock in his heart, and swung the big golden trophy he just got with his backhand go up.

Scumbag, stand up.

The audience in the audience, the host on the stage, the backstage staff, the audience in the live broadcast... stupid.

Although Arai thought of beating him up because of his scum, but the ancestor on the stage, this is in front of the whole world!

Atobe rested his forehead with one hand, chuckled, and his blue eyes helplessly and dotingly commented on the refreshed person on the stage.

And Chitanda stared blankly at Shiraura, who was so chic even when beating people. After a long time, she smiled, and only the corners of her lips curled up. Her smile was unprecedentedly elegant and serene, and the scar on the left corner of her mouth seemed to be a little gentle.

Bai Cun put the trophy on the flowery table with a microphone, straightened his clothes, adjusted the microphone, and ignored the petrochemical host and the scumbag man who rushed to the street and began to say "winning words" in English. The jaws dropped in the audience. I didn't notice it either.

"This gentleman who unfortunately fell." Bai Cun, who caused this misfortune, took out a stack of notes, "First, the source of his first movie was obtained from fraud, and this piece of paper contains the address of the victim and the case file number .”

As he spoke, he slapped the first note on the table, the sound was not loud but deafening.

"Second, fraudulent marriage. When we married our current wife, there was an original wife in the country. This piece of paper contained the address of his hometown and the location of the grave of the original wife."

The second note fell.

"Third, the original wife was suspected of committing suicide. This one, the forensic autopsy report, was poisoned."

Like counting ducks, Bai Cun counted down the crimes he investigated in the past two days.

A few fluffy notes fell down, this internationally famous director, a winner in life, will wake up later and find that he is not only in the circle, but he will not be able to survive in the world.

Shiramura didn't mention Chitanda's matter, even if she was the victim, the impact of the incident would not be good for her.

Chitanda, who was already in tears, knew that she was about to fall in love with this brat.

But she wanted to tell Bai Village that she didn't mind using her own reputation to add even a trivial charge to that man.

After counting dozens of crimes, the celebrities and big-name audience who secretly understood the character of scumbags shivered. They were not clean. This Asian boy casually destroyed a celebrity who had worked hard for many years Will they be next?

While the media and ordinary audience were shocked and unbelievable by this turn of events, they were also completely satisfied with this century-old revelation.

"Don't worship me too much, gossip... No, maintaining justice is what I should do as a partner of justice."

Bai Cun brazenly uttered such nonsense in front of audiences and media all over the world, and then blinked at the camera.

The viewer suddenly became a fan, turned into a cute girl, so cute!

Color is justice!

Adobe said silently, my wife, and wait for my wife's poisonous tongue and hate magic skills to come online.

As expected, Atobe knew Baicun best.

"Finally." Bai Cun, who has been too lazy to put on an expression, smiled, and picked up the forgotten trophy, "I am not surprised at all when I win the award. I deserve it and deserve this honor."

Chitanda burst out laughing, and Arai looked amused.

Atobe saw through everything again, smiled without saying a word.

Some things are deeply rooted, such as Bai Cunla's petty hobby of hatred.

Although it is true, but what he said, the filmmakers from all over the world who were elected and lost were not angry.

The audience and fans were still very happy to watch, and the cuteness continued to be cute.

The media from all over the world were caught off guard by a series of incidents and were full of reports. The materials for the next six months were not to worry about, and they were both painful and happy.

But one thing is for sure, Baicun is going global and becoming popular all over the world.

For some unknown reason, Arai felt melancholy and melancholy, and wanted to resign to calm down.

When Bai Cun stepped down, he even stepped on the foot of the scumbag who was lying dead on the ground.

The host was petrified all the way. She thought that the Venice Film Festival would be the pinnacle of her hosting career, but ended up being defeated by Waterloo.

Bai Cun passed by her and patted her on the shoulder, "Sorry, you did your best."

host:"……"

The host watched Bai Cun go off stage, and finally he was heartbroken. Before the staff finally recovered and carried him away, they went up and stepped on him several times with their [-]cm high heels.

At worst, he has no choice but to go home and inherit tens of billions of property, and the scumbag must die.

Shiramura was seated far away from Chitanda, and the lights were dim, so he could only catch a glimpse of Chitanda's pale side face glistening with tears.

The air smelled of sweat as well as various elegant or strong perfume smells, mixed with traces of blood. Baicun was used to smelling human blood during this period, and his sense of smell was a little disabled. Besides, he had it on himself, so he didn't Timely to tell.

And when it was so rich that no one would pay attention to it, the award ceremony was completed for a long time, and the closing ceremony came to an end.

Arai was sitting next to Chitanda. When the music ended and the auditorium was lit up with dazzling lights to disperse the darkness, he realized that the ground was bright red.

Arai stood there in a daze, and hesitantly realized that Shiraimura, who was originally a few rows ahead in the distance, was sitting next to Chitanda at some point.

Atobe was in a puzzled and understanding position, negotiating with the venue staff who cleared the venue from a distance.

There were only four of them left in the huge venue.

Arai opened and closed his lips, and finally asked Baicun: "Dead...?"

"You knew it earlier!?... No, the most important thing to find out... is, it's me..."

Arai's anger was dissipated by remorse, and he fell on the seat beside him helplessly, his eyes wide open and he kept apologizing to Chitanda, whose face was pale and peaceful as if he was asleep.

Shiramura was late, Chitanda's hand was in a large bag full of sponges at that time, and the severed arteries and veins on her wrist drained two-thirds of her blood.

Shiramura quietly changed seats, and Chitanda only had time to say "well done" with some breath left.

She wanted to apologize to her mother and younger brother immediately after finishing her obsession, so she couldn't waste any more time.

Atobe's blond hair shines unabated in the dawn of the northern hemisphere, and his blue eyes are deep. Standing a little far away, Shiramura in his eyes will not be stopped even if he finds out in time.

Baicun respects everyone's choice, right or wrong.

In the empty venue, in the early morning in a foreign country, Shiramura calmly and even comfortably enjoyed the warm golden light from the skylight of the venue, and quietly accompanied Chitanda, as if he was with a friend who talked and laughed happily and would never be cold.

The paper under Chitanda's butt was a simple will.

It's as simple as just six words: don't leave anything behind.

Bai Cun cremated her body, and sent someone to take the contents of her house in Tokyo, which happened to be expired, to Italy, and burned her body together.

There is no funeral, no tombstone, no news reports, and she has no close friends and relatives. Under the operation, the files show that she is missing, and the fans will gradually forget it soon.

Really, there is nothing left.

☆、Chapter [-]

Ajiujin pushes Jiang Chenghuan's wheelchair at the airport of the German capital.

Some time ago, Ajiujin was in China for Baicun. Now Baicun is a little busy. Ajiujin came to Germany to help and bring his surveillance object Jiang Chenghuan to see the orthopedics department.

After all, German orthopedics is notoriously excellent.

As soon as he walked out of the airport, there was a low-key car parked in the corner. Ajiujin just wanted to hug Jiang Chenghuan.

"stop!"

Jiang Chenghuan was originally a mature and romantic man, but now he shrinks into the wheelchair desperately, ignoring the eyes of passers-by, crossing his arms like a woman from a good family who is about to be forced into prostitution, showing resistance all over his body.

Ajiujin stretched out his hands, looking indifferently at the awkward old man.

The two were at a stalemate. Facing Ajiujin's gloomy aura, Jiang Chenghuan, whose scalp was numb, was about to surrender again, Ajiujin straightened up and gestured to the driver's cab.

As the car drove away, Jiang Chenghuan, who had been stared at by him all the time, calmly expressed relief without fear of death.

Ajiujin pushed Jiang Chenghuan's wheelchair again, walked onto the sidewalk with few people on the streets of Germany, and asked coolly, "Grandpa, where do you want to go for a walk?"

"The age stalk is going to play bad brother."

Jiang Chenghuan rested his cheek in one hand, and pointed the way blindly with the other hand.

"Ah, it would be nice to take a walk to get some fresh air."

Ajiujin pushed the wheelchair steadily according to his seemingly arbitrary instructions.

Perhaps influenced by the leisurely passers-by and the environment, Ajiujin's tone also became a little more relaxed: "The stalk is not old, but it is easy to use."

"You are right, you are right, you and your boss have endless reasons."

Jiang Chenghuan's legs were all in his hands, and he rolled his eyes carelessly, almost blinding his foggy gray-blue eyes.

Jiang Chenghuan's eyes were attracted by the street tennis court.

"Yo, the kids are so cute."

The foreign teenagers in the tennis court are full of youth, running and jumping, chasing the yellow-green ball.

Akutsu: "Tsk, dirty."

Jiang Chenghuan became anxious, and raised his head to argue: "Hey, appreciation! My appreciation is pure and pure!"

Ajiujin looked at him noncommittally.

Jiang Chenghuan met his dark green pupils which were surprisingly clear and calm, which was the opposite of his gloomy temperament, and the depression in his heart suddenly settled.

This angle and distance make people have the urge to kiss.

Jiang Chenghuan hated himself for being obsessed with ghosts, and in a blink of an eye, he went on admiring the youthful and energetic sports boys.

And in the blink of an eye, Jiang Chenghuan was stunned for a moment, "You are the same age as them..."

Ajitsu knew what he meant.

The teenagers in the field were full of youthful spirit and high spirits, but he became ghostly in his early years because of his different sexuality and the neglect of his relatives, and he was overly rational, so he didn't have half of the boyish appearance he should have.

After accepting Baicun's invitation, there was blood and blood every day, and he made the decision to kill people invisible. Not to mention the youthful spirit, Ajiujin felt that he was full of blood and evil spirit.

And the reason for Jiang Chenghuan's identity is that he came here since he was a child, much earlier and exaggerated than Ajiujin, so sympathy should not be enough, let's sympathize with each other.

The two people, who were young on the outside and old on the inside, stared at the cruel, ignorant and ignorant teenagers who had never seen them before, and stopped in their tracks.

The silence spread, but not awkwardly.Ajiujin has never been willing to take the initiative to speak, and the two often spend a day together without speaking.But fortunately, Ajiujin answered every question... but his tone was flat, wasting a good voice.

In July, early autumn, Europe in the northern hemisphere is equally breezy. Apart from the elderly and children, there are only teenagers on the tennis court left during working hours.On a sunny day, a red carp kite was flying in the sky.

Jiang Chenghuan squinted his eyes: "I'm thirsty, buy me a bottle of drink."

Ajiujin didn't suspect him, and walked towards the vending machine in the distance.

A Jiujin came back with a bottle of drink, and Jiang Chenghuan, who was bored peeping at the boy, gradually appeared in sight.

Ajiujin, who has been monitoring him for half a year, of course knows Jiang Chenghuan's character. He is romantic, but he can only appreciate it. He heard that when he had good legs and feet, he would practice it when he met a couple he liked.Now that his leg is broken and his sex is cold, he works all day long and is as dedicated as a loyal veteran.

Ajiujin likes him, which is different from Baicun.

I can't betray my love for Baicun.

For him, it probably means that Ajiujin's mood will improve after seeing his expression of grievance, helplessness and compromise after being deflated.

(Recessive mild shaking S tendency.)

Ajiujin stood far away for a while, but at this moment, the tennis racket in the tennis court flew out and hit Jiang Chenghuan in the wheelchair.

Does Jiang Chenghuan have the physique to attract flying objects?Wherever he passes, tennis, volleyball, basketball, and high-heeled shoes will not fly to other places, which is simply miraculous.

Jiang Chenghuan was helpless, thanks to his sharp eyesight and quick hands, otherwise he would have been fooled by all kinds of things over the years.

The tennis ball was very powerful. Jiang Chenghuan put his hands on the wheelchair, but he could not move his nest even if he tilted his head.Unexpectedly, a white racket swayed in front of his eyes and brought up a gust of wind. The menacing tennis ball returned the same way, smashed back into the court, and accurately hit the middle of the baseline.

History is always strikingly similar.

Jiang Chenghuan was stunned, he was saved by a hero again.

The young man who helped him wore rimless glasses, he was cold and handsome, and his calm and self-possessed appearance subtly resembled Ajiujin, but this one was Qing Leng, and the one in his family was Sen Leng, the quality was different.

his home?The wording made a mistake, and Jiang Chenghuan felt that he was fascinated again.

"Are you okay?"

Facing the beautiful boy who helped him, Jiang Chenghuan was very friendly: "It's okay, thank you, it was a great help."

Tezuka shook his head, it was a matter of fate to meet Chinese people in a foreign country, and Tezuka had an impression of him.

Bai Cunye, this man's inexplicable grand party made Tezuka meet a lot of old acquaintances and new faces. Jiang Chenghuan's rare blurred eyes are very eye-catching, not to mention he has good looks, strong momentum, and the most important thing is that he sits at a young age. Wheelchairs are never easily forgotten.

"Your name is... Tezuka Kunimitsu?"

Tezuka was a little surprised: "You still remember my name."

"My name is Jiang Chenghuan." He never forgets the people he met, Jiang Chenghuan smiled lightly: "No one will forget such an outstanding young man."

Tezuka didn't take it seriously, the other party had a high IQ and EQ, his eyes couldn't help showing admiration, that weird boy who was terminally ill was not only weird in himself, but also surrounded by weird and capable people.

Ajiujin came over. He often saw his name at the top of the grade list, and had met him a few times: "Tezuka-kun, what a coincidence."

Tezuka had heard the name of this top student in the same grade: "Ah, Akutsu-kun."

Jiang Chenghuan smiled apologetically, and interjected: "If you delay Tezuka-kun, I apologize in advance, please go to work if you have something to do."

For the first time, Jiang Chenghuan politely pushed him away when he saw a rare and beautiful boy. He had no choice but to see Ajiujin take the initiative to talk to him, and he felt upset.

It's not fair that she usually doesn't take the initiative to talk to him.

Ajiujin handed over the drink, and Jiang Chenghuan felt much better after taking it.

Akutsu called Tezuka to stop: "Tezuka-kun."

Jiang Chenghuan choked on a sip of his drink.

Tezuka raised his glasses with his index finger, looked back and raised his eyebrows, showing a cold and noble air.

Ajiujin didn't even glance at Jiang Chenghuan, he stepped forward and said, "I heard that Tezuka-kun's arm has healed, and my friend also needs an orthopedic doctor. Can you introduce me?"

There was nothing wrong, Tezuka nodded, and said directly: "I just happened to go for a follow-up visit. Although the attending doctor needs to make an appointment, it shouldn't be a problem for you."

Jiang Chenghuan's drink bottle was on his lips, absent-minded, whether to use him to hook up with others, or to use others to do his best...

With Ajiujin's power, why should an orthopedic doctor be so searched, it really is the former.

Jiang Chenghuan waited for Ajiujin to come and push him, but couldn't bear it for a moment, and beckoned him to approach: "You want to hook up with someone?"

"Don't you think so?"

"How could I!" Jiang Chenghuan lost control of his voice, seeing that Tezuka, who was leading the way, didn't turn his head, he continued to ask: "Aren't you too hasty to find a doctor?"

Ajiujin gave him a perfunctory expression: "For you..."

The unspoken meaning is self-evident.

It is you who are perfunctory.

Jiang Chenghuan was depressed and angry in the wheelchair.

Ajiujin pushed him steadily behind Jiang Chenghuan, his green eyes smiling.

What he didn't know was that Ajiujin had checked a lot of information early in the morning. Tezuka's attending physician was the best orthopedic surgeon in Germany, and the hospital's medical equipment and rehabilitation facilities were top-notch in the world. He had to drive to the hospital first.

The red carp kite in the sky disappeared, the sky was gloomy, raindrops could fall at any time in the gray sky, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians.

After backing up a few times to the place, Jiang Chenghuan heard the great name of the attending physician, and wanted to understand Ajiujin's intentions. In an instant, the cloudy weather turned sunny, and even cloudy days couldn't stop him from being in a good mood. He even felt that it didn't matter if his leg was cured or not.

Anyway, Ajiujin unexpectedly took care of people, and Jiang Chenghuan's inconvenience in life after he was under surveillance was due to Ajiujin's busy schedule.

The recurrence rate of Tezuka's arm injury is negligible, as long as he takes good care of his body, he will never use it in the hospital again.

Tezuka, who was completely at ease, took the result report card calmly, and went out to see the young man in the wheelchair. He couldn't bear it, but his tone was cold: "You will be fine."

Jiang Chenghuan was taken aback for a moment, a kind boy who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside...

"I..." This kind of person?

Jiang Chenghuan almost said something that he didn't know the meaning of, but Jiang Chenghuan stopped talking, with a sad and hopeful face: "I will borrow your good words."

Tezuka said goodbye and left.

Ajiujin sat aside and contacted someone.

It was raining lightly outside, and the sky was dark and lonely.

Jiang Chenghuan rolled his wheelchair through this corridor and entered the consulting room, with his back to Ajiujin, the smile on Jiang Chenghuan's lips became more and more ironic on the short journey.

He used to like honest and simple young people the most, and he seemed much younger when he was with them.

In the dark but longing for the light.

If his legs were still intact half a year ago, if he met a young man like Tezuka, he might... no, he would definitely fall into it, and he would not die if he was burned by the light, and he would hurt others and himself endlessly.

But today, when he saw such a radiant young man again, he actually realized the difference.

Tezuka is the ideal "you will be fine", and Akutsu is the real "I will support you if you get better".

Jiang Chenghuan also realized that dark creatures do not need light.

Before entering the consultation room, Jiang Chenghuan stopped his wheelchair and said to Ajiujin who seemed indifferent: "If my leg is cured..."

Akujin looked back at him.

When the matter came to an end, Jiang Chenghuan's nails sank into his palms, and he continued, "If I can stand up, you can keep watching me, okay?"

Ajiujin was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a long time, and smiled.

The corners of the lips are upturned, the dark green phoenix eyes are bent, and because of the slightly tilted posture of the head, the hair covering the face is scattered, revealing the straight bridge of the nose, pale and handsome