The villain is not crazy

Tumi really didn't expect Su Qingyi to do this. He was overwhelmed by this guy's sudden teasing. In the end, his anger, grievance, and sadness were all burned into desire/fire, and there happened to be a bed next to him, and the two kissed deeply. Inseparable, inseparable - it can be seen that Su Qingyi has put in all his strength.

Finally, when he was pressed onto the bed, he suddenly woke up from the dizzy state for two seconds—how did he end up on the bed?

Then he was dazzled by the feeling of churning up again, and when he woke up again, he had been eaten from head to toe and there was nothing left.

This……

Su Qingyi hugged the quilt, and began to think about whether he had lost or gained, but Tumi next to him was eager to try and fight again, but he quickly pushed him aside, looking for where his phone went over and over again.

Tumi was pushed up by him to go to the living room to get his mobile phone, and as soon as he walked out of the corridor, he saw a mosaic sitting on the sofa, holding his collection of red wine to drink away his worries.

He paused, and then walked over with a calm expression—he was confident in the mute effect of his door.

The mosaic is of course Su Yuanfu. He really couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. He walked out of the bedroom and sat on the sofa alone. Only then did he feel the despair slowly spread throughout his body. In fact, no one can maintain peace in his state. No one doesn't think about the future. First, he can't find a solution to his state, and second, he has no future to speak of.

I just didn't want Su Qingyi to suffer too.

Fortunately, that guy Tumi still has some good things, he let him take such a big advantage, and he didn't intend to be polite to him, but he bumped into his master just after taking two sips.

Su Yuanfu maintained his composure on his face. In fact, he was too worried. Even if he was flustered now, he couldn't see anything from his flickering face.

The two looked at each other, feeling a little guilty, but they didn't dare to show it, so they maintained their composure and looked at each other for a long time, and then it would only be embarrassing.

Fortunately, Tumi didn't take that guilty conscience seriously at all, as if he was sincere, he sat down beside Su Yuanfu on the sofa calmly, and found a cup from under the tea table: "Have some."

Su Yuanfu couldn't pour it for him in this state, he would just spill it all over the place, and said angrily: "Go and open it yourself, you don't only have one bottle."

Tumi put the cup on and didn't speak, leaned back: "Use wine to relieve your worries?"

Su Yuanfu: "I am worried? What am I worried about?"

Tumi said "Oh", "That's good."

Su Yuanfu: "..." He choked, and even more so: "Why do you talk to your elders?"

Tumi glanced at him: "You agreed?"

Su Yuanfu: "What did I promise?"

Tumi: "You don't agree, why do you call elder?" He opened another bottle of red wine: "Don't worry, I will treat him well."

Su Yuanfu was too angry to speak.

Tumi said: "Actually, there are books about you and mother-in-law."

Su Yuanfu: "Mother-in-law?"

Tumi let out a "hmm" and said, "There is some conflict between the two books. I heard him say... The change in your appearance should be because of this book."

Su Yuanfu's expression suddenly became complicated.

Tumi said: "Actually, you told me at the beginning that you liked that look very much, I don't know if you remember..."

Su Yuanfu: "I remember."

Tumi: "It's very enviable to be able to become handsome after half a century."

Su Yuanfu smiled complacently, and the original melancholy mood was dispelled by this interruption. He looked at the red wine in his hand again, and suddenly he had no desire/desire to drink any more.

Tumi: "The author who wrote your book has closed his pen and cannot be contacted, but you can contact the book about your mother-in-law..."

Su Yuanfu was a little surprised.

Tumi paused: "Qingyi contacted the author, and the plot can be changed... I will tell you about these in due time, you don't have to worry about your current appearance, everything will be fine." It is rare for him to say a few gentle and considerate words.

However, Su Yuanfu's performance was not very face-saving, as if he was greatly frightened, he even picked up the red wine to suppress the shock: "This doesn't sound like what you said."

Tea millet:"……"

He was at a loss for words for a moment: "Even if we knew about it at the beginning, there would be some conflicts, but it's not the first time we know the plot, and in the end you broke yourself, what do you want me to say?"

"For your poor self-esteem, can I still say something serious? If you suddenly die, how can I tell Qingyi."

Su Yuanfu: "That's what you said."

Tea millet:"……"

He was really convinced, and wanted to take a sip of wine to calm himself down.

Su Yuanfu: "You said the author..."

His expression was complicated, but it was covered by the flickering state, only the voice came: "If I can tell them..."

"What do you want to tell them?" Tumi squeezed the water glass: "Say hello, I'm the protagonist of a novel you wrote?"

Su Yuanfu: "..."

Tumi: "What do you think of them?"

Tumi ignored Su Yuanfu's silence, and said directly: "If I knew that the things I wrote down existed alive somewhere, and even caused me to suffer from a nervous breakdown, then I might be too scared to write anything for the rest of my life. gone."

Su Yuanfu looked at Tumi with complicated expressions.

"Ha." He sneered: "Then the traction force that was not controlled by the author suddenly disappeared, or did he just give up on himself and die with us dishonest guys?"

Su Yuanfu was frightened.

"Holding a mobile phone for so long..." Su Qingyi was wrapped in a bathrobe, paused, looked at Su Yuanfu with a hesitant expression: "Dad."

He hesitated back and forth for two seconds, and then simply walked over: "What are you talking about?"

"Talk about our problem with the author." Tumi said, "Qing Yi, if you had the chance, what would you tell the author who wrote about you?"

Su Qingyi: "..." What kind of bullshit is this talking about.

He sat down on his ass: "If it was the first book, I wouldn't be able to kill her, and I'd have to find someone to tease her. How could I talk to her calmly about life and ideals? You guys are too kind. "

Su Yuanfu: "..."

Tumi: "If later, there will be another book about you now."

Su Qingyi's face was full of inexplicable wonder: "Me now? Fuck, I want to express my admiration that this thing can be written."

He rubbed back, found a more comfortable position, looked at the red peppers on the table, and knocked on the table: "Give me some too."

Then he held the cup: "It's nothing, my life is not bad. If my family is ruined and my life is miserable, and then I know that these are not bad luck, but being manipulated by others, I may hate, be cynical, and take revenge. Society, but I have everything now, and then I know that everything I have now is given by others, not my own good luck... In fact, in the final analysis, I really have to say thank you."

Tumi laughed.

Su Qingyi: "A play is like life. No matter whether our lives are written by others or by ourselves, the difference is actually not that big. Don't look at those novels that are written in a strange way. Could it be that there really is no such thing? Is it wrong? Speaking of it, the novels are much better, and sometimes the real life is not as good as the fake ones."

Su Yuanfu showed a thoughtful look.

Su Qingyi didn't intend to back down. He drank wine and indulged himself to speak freely: "If you blindly doubt what you have, if you reject it because it's not real enough, wouldn't it be good to have nothing? The truth is the truth , but when I think about it, it’s really not as good as that fake time, whether it’s gain or loss, can’t I compare it in my heart? In the end, the most important thing is to have a good time, just let him be happy gone."

Tumi: "You're thinking about everything now."

"Whoever is not on the edge of a dead end, just walk out, and blindly go into a dead end. I am not the one who suffers. Now... I don't ask for anything. I can eat, drink, and sleep. Do something you want to do in your limited life, as long as the family around you is well, that’s enough.” He said: “In fact, many imbalances and unhappiness are caused by lack of human heart, such as your life is going well. , Suddenly someone told you one day, do you know why you are so happy? Because that is your life. Think about it, in real reality, can you really live a life in the plot with your bad character? You don’t want to think about it, you just think that it’s all fake, and the result... you suffer later, and regret it again, regret it There is no need to regret it."

Tumi: "Then why don't you be happy?"

Su Qingyi was very calm: "That must be another story."

Even Su Yuanfu couldn't help but laugh, and completely let go of the grievance in his heart.

Su Qingyi said again: "I have nothing to think about now, I just want to live a good life, what is good, I and the people around me are good, there is nothing messy, anyway, if we want to leave, we will leave Shuangwen Line, resolutely resist those abusive texts... I really can't stand that."

Tumi: "If you really have confidence now..."

Su Qingyi said firmly: "Of course I have."

Tumi stretched out his hand, wanting to stroke his hair. He usually said little, but he especially liked to touch Su Qingyi's body, either rubbing his face or touching his hair, which made Su easily suspect that he had skin hunger.

Su Yuanfu was staring at him, but Su Qingyi tilted his head and avoided it.

He said directly: "How should we live? We can't be passive. Passive has no confidence. We can't put everything on the author's conscience. We also need to have the ability to change the author in turn. A car accident with amnesia or something, that’s really unjust.”

Once Su Yuanfu was interrupted by these two people, he was no longer in the mood to let go of his worries. Hearing this sentence now, he still wanted to laugh.

Tumi said: "This kind of thing is not popular in the market now."

Su Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, now Shuangwen is in charge."

Su Yuanfu looked at the two of them, and suddenly felt that he should spare time to read novels.