If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

"You go, I don't want to see you." Xia Weiming said, "You make me sick."

Song Yinxing suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking at Xia Weiming who was on the bed.

Although the man's expression didn't change a bit, Song Yinxing still saw the flash of hatred in his eyes.

That undisguised emotion pierced into his heart like a steel needle in an instant. He stood where he was, but his heart had already been pierced by an arrow.

He felt that Xia Weiming really gave up on him, this feeling was like an invisible barrier, firmly blocking them.

Maybe it was the disfigurement that made him see clearly, or maybe he was ready to give up earlier, but he didn't make a decision until then.

Song Yinxing knew that he couldn't back down, if he took a step back, Xia Weiming would completely escape from his life.

He moved out of his house, and he paid back the money he owed himself, even more decisively than when he fled home that time.

He pushed him away at that time, also to prevent him from being hurt by Dou Yangli.But even if he pushed him that far, he was affected, and he caused it himself.

He knew that now was not a good time to talk, if he continued to stay, Xia Weiming would only hate him even more.He doesn't want to be disgusted by him, he needs to be quiet and sort out the relationship here.

Song Yinxing didn't smoke anymore, cigarettes could no longer bring him peace.

He returned to the house where Xia Weiming stayed. The simple layout contained many memories of them.

They bought the carpet together, and he liked the way Xia Weiming walked on the carpet with bare feet, his tender white toes half-buried by the soft wool.

They hung out in almost every corner, and he thought he would think of many beautiful pasts between them, but in the end all he thought of were small things.

He remembered the first time he gave Xia Weiming a bath, he rubbed the soap bubbles all over his head, and remembered the time when Xia Weiming cooked steak to suit his liking, oil splashed on his hands, and he applied ointment to him.

Those bits and pieces of things were deeply buried in his mind, but now they are surging up.

The name Xia Weiming is like a key, which opens the gate of memory, and then those sweet or sour things emerge.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was looking at Sheng Rui through Xia Weiming, or fell in love with Xia Weiming unconsciously.

He couldn't think of a clue, couldn't think of a result, but he wanted Xia Weiming to come back, wanted to hold him in his arms, like he did for countless nights.

It is not easy to be a qualified psychologist. Weng Ling is one of the private doctors hired by Song Yinxing's family.

In Weng Ling's impression, Song Yinxing is a man with a strong wrist, but no matter how perfect a person is, there will be disadvantages. For example, now, a Song Yinxing, Mr. Song, who is caught in the whirlpool of feelings, dialed her phone.

Song Yinxing was familiar with Weng Ling, so he didn't do those complicated introductions, and got straight to the point, talking about him and Xia Weiming.

"Doctor Weng, I'm a bit confused now. I think I like two people at the same time. I love the other one more, but now I'm worried about the other one." Song Yinxing said.

Weng Ling has been working as a psychologist for many years, and she can easily tell from Song Yinxing's tone that he is not having a good time now.

"I like Sheng Rui for a long time. But now I'm hurting because of a person I've known for less than two years, and I don't even want to let go of this person." Maybe it was the reason why he finally had the opportunity to reveal his heart, Song Yinxing had a rare Fragile.

Weng Ling is actually a sensible person. If someone else came to ask her, it is not uncommon for her to have seen so many people and have a lot of people around her. But when Song Yinxing said this, she could also tell that he was serious. I want to dissect my own heart, instead of raising mistresses and mistresses one by one like other people.

"And then?" Weng Ling asked him.

"I made a decision. I chose one of the two and pushed him into the deep pit. Now he has nothing. I didn't want to love him before, but now I sympathize with him and hate him."

Weng Ling opened her mouth slowly, and she said quietly: "Compassion is not love."

Song Yinxing said: "I know this is not love, but I feel uncomfortable when I see that he doesn't want to see me and wants to draw a line with me. I even want to use violence to coerce him, but once I do, I will regret."

The dedicated psychiatrist asked again: "What about the other one, what do you think of him?"

"Sheng Rui is very good, he is good at everything, but it is he who is good at everything, which makes me feel that Xia Weiming has nothing, the more pitiful he is, the more distressed I am, the more vacillating." Song Yinxing finally refused No matter how he concealed it, he was like a clam, carefully opening a gap, revealing the truth in his heart.

"Since you find it difficult to give up, if you are allowed to be with him and give up the Mr. Sheng Rui you said, would you be willing?" Weng Ling said.

Song Yinxing thought for a while, and said: "I... don't want... His face is ruined. His family background, appearance, and status are all inferior to Sheng Rui. He can't be my partner like Sheng Rui."

"So you like Mr. Sheng Rui because of these?" Weng Ling asked suddenly.

Song Yinxing was stunned by her question, but didn't answer for a while.

"If you take away their identities and status and only look at these two people, who do you want to be with?" Weng Ling asked Song Yinxing in the most peaceful and simple words like a best friend who advises a good sister .

Song Yinxing paused, and Xia Weiming's shadow flashed in front of his eyes.

For a moment, he felt like he was stuck in his throat, and he almost thought that his brain had gone wrong.

"It's him, not Sheng Rui." Song Yinxing said the answer with difficulty. He doubted himself and his own mind.

"Mr. Song, you care too much about things. Maybe you haven't noticed it yourself. When you talk about the other person you're talking about, your tone will subconsciously slow down. Although this is not enough to be used as a basis for distinguishing, but What I want to say is that things like feelings are not exhibits in the window, and whichever is better-looking, you prefer whichever one..."

Song Yinxing naturally understood what she said, but he really seemed to be trapped in an alley and couldn't get out.

"I...do I really like Xia Weiming?" He said, "But I have devoted so long to Sheng Rui..."

"Then do you care about this person, or yourself who has put so much effort into it?"

Song Yinxing's lips twitched, but he didn't make a sound for a long time.

"There are many kinds of liking, but there can only be one kind of love." Weng Ling continued, "But love will eventually disappear, and in the end there will be nothing left. If you really want to develop in the long run, Just find the one that is more beneficial to you."

No, I don't want to.Song Yinxing resisted in his heart.

He doesn't need benefits, what he wants is to find the person hidden in his heart, the one who can make him not so hesitant now.

He hung up the phone, thinking what would happen if he never saw Xia Weiming again.

He will worry.

But if he disappeared Sheng Rui, this kind of worry seemed unnecessary.That person has always lived so recklessly and unrestrainedly, it's the same with him or without him.

Song Yinxing thought, maybe he still loves Sheng Rui, but now he wants to be with Xia Weiming even more.

It has nothing to do with love or hate, nothing to do with the depth of feelings.He was used to the existence of that person, he wanted that person back, and wanted him to continue to look at him with that loving eyes.

In just a few days, I was out of the hospital and in again.Xia Weiming thought that he was really inseparable from the hospital, but he didn't even have the energy to laugh at himself.

Cheng Yunjing still had some money left over for him, so he returned double the money Tang Chen lent him, and then deleted his contact information.

He wanted to bid farewell to Xingji completely. All the hardships in his life seemed to have happened after entering here.

He doesn't seem to value the money because he has already made a decision in his heart.

He hated Song Yinxing and was jealous of Sheng Rui.These two feelings have nothing to do with love, but stem from his unwillingness.

He thought, maybe people really want to prove themselves, they don't want to live a useless life, they don't want to be selfless, so they have to do something to make themselves more or less leave some traces in this world.

He found a reason, told the drink shop that he would not go again, and then he did his own thing with peace of mind.

He spent the rest of the money like a prodigal, and after a month, he managed to find what he wanted.

It was a team, a frustrated director, a frustrated team, and him, a frustrated actor.The reason why he approached them was because of their script.

That script is a bit slanted, and it can even be said to be dark, full of all kinds of dark sides of human nature.This kind of script is not easy to shoot, and it may be banned if it is filmed. No wonder they can't find investors.

But when Xia Weiming saw the protagonist, it was as if he saw himself.

The protagonist is a man named Kong He, who dropped out of school halfway, and climbed from a pony of the underworld to the position of the second in command of the gang.And between him and his elder brother, there is still some unexplainable affection. This is also the second drawback of this script. It has a homosexual element, but this point is relatively obscure. If you want to delete it, you can delete it.

Before Xiaomazi joined the gang, he was rescued by his elder brother.But when he got close to the man, he realized that he was a cruel man.Later, the internal forces of the gang changed several times, and they also got in undercover several times.

The eldest brother gradually distrusted everyone, and the more power he had, the more he distrusted the people around him.

The third male undercover sneaked into the gang, but the boss mistakenly believed that the internal leak was caused by Kong He. This misjudgment almost destroyed Kong He's life.He no longer has the ability to get close to the center of power, he was ordered by the boss to deal with it according to gang rules, for which he broke a hand.For a long time, he was squeezed out, beaten and scolded, and lived like a dog, which gradually darkened his psychology.

Under all kinds of torture, Kong He did not choose to stand up and resist, but chose to help the tyrant.When others bully him, he bullies those who are weaker than himself.Later he adopted a child, that child was as weak as he was back then, and had a lot of experience in the world, but he still had the innocence and kindness of a child in his heart, and Kong He had already been polluted into black.

He and the poor kid kept quarreling and scolding each other, and the two of them were like hedgehogs, facing each other tit for tat.But in fact, they are the most dependent on each other. When there is only one blanket to shelter from the cold, the two of them still push each other back and forth.

The child became Kong He's only hope and hope, but later because of an action by the gang, the child died.But the others couldn't understand Kong He's pain at all, and insulted him as usual.

Later Kong He went crazy and killed many people secretly, but he kept pretending to be very good, no one suspected him.

Later, under his deliberate guidance, the whole gang came to an end.The climax part is that he flees with the boss, but when he is about to escape from the dangerous area, he personally kills the man who gave him the initial warmth but finally completely destroyed him.

Kong He is a small person, but he is also an extremely sad small person.In addition to this main line, there are many other things mixed in, which add a lot to the script.

Xia Weiming likes this story, but he also knows that he is not suitable to act.

When he was about to leave, the screenwriter stopped him and asked him if he would like to participate.

Xia Weiming said: "I can invest, but my face, as you can see, is not suitable to appear on the screen, and I can't make too many expressions that should be there."

The screenwriter said: "But when I saw you, I thought you were him."

As if he was afraid that he would not agree, the man said again: "It doesn't matter if you can't make too many expressions, I can modify the script for you..."

She really wanted him to act in all sincerity, an actor who was eager for suitable actors, thirsty for talents, and would rather lack than abuse, and an extremely desperate, with empty eyes.

So Xia Weiming agreed.

"Master host, why did you take over this drama?" Maoqiu was a little hard to understand, "Shouldn't the serious business now be abuse of scum?"

Wen Fei returned to the space, now he can't make too many expressions with Xia Weiming's face, and he can play freely in the system.

"It's just the madman's last carnival." Wen Fei raised his hand and exchanged a bottle of chewing gum in the system, poured out two pieces, stuffed them in his mouth, and started chewing, feeling very ruffled.

"How to say?"

"When a loved one dies, the warmth disappears. When the face is ruined, the dream is also shattered. And Song Yinxing, who indirectly caused all this, still beat him lukewarmly. It's no wonder Xia Weiming didn't hate him .” Wen Fei said.

"But speaking of it, Xia Weiming is also responsible." Mao Qiu said.

"That's right, so now Xia Weiming already hates himself." Wen Fei said, "His ultimate goal is to destroy, to destroy Song Yinxing, and to destroy himself."

He laughed as he spoke, the storm in his eyes was surging, as if he was manipulating everything, and could subvert the heaven and earth with a single raise of his hand.

"I will give him a farewell he will never forget."

The fur ball stood on end, and its legs softened a little from the murderous aura of its own host.

Mao Qiu remembered the conversation between Song Yinxing and the psychiatrist that he had just seen, and asked suspiciously: "But Master Host, this strategy goal is really easy, if you like this one, and then that one, what does he like?" who."