Living depends on the opponent's life [Entertainment]

Han Cheng ran into Ji Kejia at the corner of the stairs.

The boy seemed to have come out of the bathroom next to the study, with drops of water on his face, beautiful and clear.He staggered two steps back, stabilized his figure and stood still, raised his hand to straighten the hanging ornament on the wall that had been bumped accidentally.

There is occasional competition between the parents, but it never hinders the contacts of the children. However, Han Cheng has not seen the younger brother of the Ji family for a long time.

He looked at Ji Kejia carefully, with a smile on his eyes.

The last time I was specially invited to record Haiyin's program, it was a pity that I couldn't meet him and Zhuming face to face.

What a great drama where seniors become brothers and fight for family property.

It's a pity that I couldn't make a reservation for the front row auditorium.

"It's been a long time since I saw you. You've grown so tall." He greeted kindly, "The last time you came to my house was before you entered high school, right?"

"Well, it's been a long time."

Ji Kejia nodded with a clean smile, which was incompatible with the noisy atmosphere.

"Brother Yocheng, we just sent a gift into your study. Where's the little beauty?"

A few people walked up behind shoulders and backs, and when they saw the two people at the stairs, they stopped one after another.

Someone looked at Ji Kejia and asked, "Hey, why is Star Ji still upstairs? Didn't he say he was going down to charge his phone?"

Ji Kejia rubbed the back of her head, and said childishly, "I don't feel well in my stomach today, I retched for a while in the bathroom."

Ji Kejia's eyes were sincere, but his face was indeed pale.

Han Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he winked at his friend: "Go downstairs and tell them, don't force him today."

"Don't worry." Someone happily responded, while someone grabbed Ji Kejia and walked downstairs around his neck.

Ji Kejia smiled faintly at Han Cheng, and was about to follow the crowd downstairs when someone grabbed her forearm.

"You play first, I haven't finished talking with him yet."

Looking back, I saw Han Cheng condescendingly looking at him on the steps.

Ji Kejia's heart tightened.

Soon there were only two people left on the stairs, Ji Kejia blinked blankly.

"Brother Cheng, is there anything else?" He asked.

Han Cheng leaned against the wall and raised his chin slightly: "How are you doing recently? Are you still comfortable? That illegitimate child who directly entered the family tree didn't make your mother angry?"

"No……"

"Don't deny it so quickly." Han Cheng interrupted him, putting his shoulder on his shoulder intimately, "If you want to relax, you can come to my brother."

The water on his face accidentally slipped into his eyes.

Ji Kejia lowered his head and rubbed, raised his eyes to look at him fixedly, without saying a word.

"Believe me, sometimes, doing something that makes someone unhappy makes you happy."

In the studio, the last batch of overtime workers had just come out of the tea room and were about to pack up and go home when they were startled by the oncoming figure.

The boss made a glass of orange juice, strode out, and stopped at the door of his exclusive decompression room.

"What's going on? Mr. Zhu came to the studio to decompress at night?"

"Argued with Lin Yao?"

"Please, do you think Zhu is always the kind of person who increases the pressure because of quarrels? Does anyone know someone from the opposite studio, please inquire."

The rustling sound made Zhu Ming's eyebrows twitch wildly.

"Those who don't go home within 1 minute will forget about their benefits for this month." He glanced at them and saw them disappearing on this floor, smiled helplessly, pushed the door and went in.

Ye Xintao was sinking into the soft shell-shaped armchair, her arms were tightly wrapped around her knees, and the things she brought out from the dormitory were in her arms, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Candle Tea handed her the orange juice and sat down on the sponge cushion opposite.

"you……"

He took a deep breath and was about to speak when his phone vibrated twice.

Ji Kejia's message popped up: Brother, I didn't see Ye Xintao at Han Cheng's house, is she... No, I'll stay for a while.

Ji Kejia: I can't take it anymore, the smell of smoke is so strong.

Zhu Ming frowned and cursed secretly.

This group of brats became more and more worried, and stopped Ye Xintao, forgetting that there was Ji Kejia, the little idiot who tipped off the news!

Don't worry about who inherited this?

He hurriedly replied: She is with me, don't mess around, go home quickly!

"What's wrong?" Ye Xintao asked cautiously, "Your expression...isn't particularly good."

Zhuming put down her phone, pressed the center of her eyebrows, and looked at her with complicated eyes.

Among the five girls in NL, he had never talked with Ye Xintao alone.

I thought she was less introverted than others just because she had some words, plus she was sensible and sensible, so she didn't take it to heart.

It never occurred to her that there might be many things hidden in her heart.

Just like Yan Ling back then.

His voice was low and soft: "Speak, I'll listen."

What he failed to listen to in the past, he must remember every word.

Ye Xintao nodded and spoke slowly.

Although her mind was a little confused, she still tried her best to maintain the orderliness and logic between her words.

She met Yan Ling when she was scolded by the whole network.

During the days when I left home alone and practiced in the dance studio all night, stress and loneliness filled my body.

One day, she slumped in front of the mirror, endured her grievances and hung up the family phone. When she was weeping in the dark, the lights in the dance room suddenly turned on, and the light illuminated the tears on her face.

She looked at the slender woman at the door with a look of panic, and there was also quite a bit of shock in her eyes.

I don't know if he saw himself in her, but Yan Ling fell in love with her immediately.Obviously I found a place to hide from the pressure of public opinion, but I focused on enlightening Ye Xintao's mood every day and guiding her to practice.

Yan Ling is her light.

It was the first time she let go of all her defenses in a foreign land.

Ye Xintao kept her dependence on Yan Ling hidden in her heart.

Even if I didn't see her in the dance room for several nights in a row, I was just a little disappointed.That is a big star who became famous as a teenager, and now it is only a temporary trough, maybe after a while, she will be able to return to a world that is completely different from her own.

When we met again, the tiredness and weariness in Yan Ling's eyes grew day by day, but he was still gentle and beautiful, he hugged her and hummed softly, his eyes were empty.I only laugh when I watch her practice dancing.

She didn't dare to expect to be friends with celebrities or anything.

She can bring her a little smile and that's enough.

Later, Yan Ling never came again.

Until she saw the overwhelming news about her suicide and death.

Until a week after her death, she received a courier.

"Express delivery?" Zhu Ming's eyes fell on the box in Ye Xintao's arms.

She held the box in both hands and gave it to him: "I brought it home before, and put it together with daily necessities. My family sent it over a while ago."

After several twists and turns, the text on it has become a little faded.

The sender's information has nothing to do with Yan Ling, and it seems that he wants to avoid the risk of privacy leakage.

Open the box and there is only an old model phone inside.

The interface is empty.

Candle Tea glanced at it and handed the phone to Ye Xintao. She turned it on with ease, as if she had done it many times, and dug out a recording file from one folder after another, and returned it to Candle Tea.

Under his gaze, Ye Xintao nodded heavily.

Candle Tea held her breath and pressed the play button.

A short noise hit his ears first, and then he heard a long-lost voice.

He was all too familiar with that voice.

The day before she left the world, she sent him many voice messages in this tone.

"I don't know if you can find this recording. Thank you for your care during this time. I am very happy to practice with you. You always say that I only listen to you complaining and venting, but I don't say anything. So I thought for a long time , decided to tell you the matter.

"There is an encrypted album in the phone photos, the password is my birthday and yours, it's all in it..."

Candle Tea paused the recording and asked Ye Xintao to open the photo album.

Some of them are remakes of photos, some of them are candid photos taken from strange angles, and some of them are memos written by her. Afraid of being seen by others, she took screenshots and deleted the memos, and locked the screenshots in the album.

With just a casual glance, he understood what Ye Xintao said.

In the candid shots, the man who could vaguely recognize his face was Han Cheng.

And those remake photos with only Yan Ling alone, embarrassing and unspeakable, were obviously taken by someone to threaten her.

Zhu Ming didn't know what kind of mood Yan Ling was in to take these humiliating photos into his mobile phone, he was stung just by looking at them.

Living without dignity at the hands of another, like this.

No wonder she chose a relief.

The recording continued, and the cool and soothing voice fell on the ears, which was a little more heavy for no reason.

"I thought about it for a long time, and I don't know where I went wrong.

"I don't know why, but people are more willing to believe me in the eyes of the outside world and the media than myself, a puppet named Yan Ling drawn with countless brushes. I just want to be like ordinary people, but I have to be forced to Topics that catch people's attention with color.

"Those who say they love me and support me will also hate me because of the rumors going around. Dispelling rumors is public relations. It doesn't matter whether it is true or false. People only want to believe what they want to believe.

"I want someone to comfort and rely on, but I no longer dare to disclose my relationship

"It's just that I didn't expect that what I thought was a life-saving straw, failed to save me from the quagmire, but crushed me to death."

Zhu Ming tightened her grip on the phone, and Gu Tian's words rang in her ears.

——If the little sheep enters the wolf's lair, will it be okay?

What's more, Yan Ling's emotional experience is not weak at all, and he still hasn't escaped the man's affectionate routine.

"No matter where you are in the future, please don't be like me...protect yourself.

"Don't worry, and you don't have to do anything for me. I only have one request, as long as there are people in this world who can remember me."

It's different from her message to Candle Tea.

The recording Yan Ling left for Ye Xintao was like a big sister, gentle and strong, with extremely detailed instructions, while her voice for Zhuming was a little bit more complaining and coquettish.

—Brother, I'm tired.

——I want to rest for a while.

However, she chose the most decisive way.

"When I received the package, I was still hesitating whether to sign a contract with the company at that time." In the silence, Ye Xintao said, "I originally wanted to become a choreographer in the dance studio."

Xi Ya and Yu Yue who became L4U are well-known choreographers in Asia and even the world, and will cooperate with Yan Ling in the future.

"Seeing those disgusting ... photos and videos, I found I couldn't listen to her."

Want revenge, want the scum to be punished.

She heard rumors that Han Cheng would become a mentor on a talent show, and persuaded her family to sign the contract without saying a word.

It turned out that it was just a marketing account.

I didn't get to meet Han Cheng, and I didn't even make it to the end of the draft.

She comforted herself, saying that it's okay, as long as she is still in this circle, as long as she can stand out, the man who takes hunting for pleasure will notice her sooner or later.

Unexpectedly, after the company unexpectedly went bankrupt, she was signed by Candle Tea.

Candle Tea browsed Yan Ling's weeping blood in the photo album while listening to Ye Xintao's long narration. At the end, he raised his eyes to look at her: "Are you really only a teenager?"

The girl who was fair and soft on the surface turned out to be black when cut open.

As he said that, with a stern face, he seriously reprimanded Ye Xintao for her impulsive, reckless, naive behavior dazzled by hatred.

The little girl confessed her mistake tearfully, and the tears fell on the back of her hand.

While sobbing, suddenly Zhu Ming asked: "Where is the card in this phone?"

Ye Xintao wiped away her tears: "Destroyed. I had a phone call before, but I didn't dare to answer it, for fear of being found out, so..."

"When did you call?"

"It was the end of last year, and then I put it away and took it home on New Year's Day."

Candle Tea looked at her and asked word by word: "Is it Christmas Eve?"

"Hmm... I remember it was the audition stage rehearsal that day, oh, it seems to be! Yin Ning even gave me a bag of apples that day." Ye Xintao patted his head, his pupils moved, "Wait a minute, wasn't that day...? "

Zhu Ming tightened her grip on the phone, and the veins on her wrist burst out.Against the dark red pattern of the system, it looks particularly terrifying.

It was the day he fell from the building.

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