If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

"Young Master Song, Mr. Xia has died, you should let him go."

"Who said he's dead, he's not dead." Song Yinxing yelled at the man, and after speaking, he was afraid that Xia Weiming would run away, so he still hugged the corpse tightly.

Song Yinxing didn't let go from the boat until he left by helicopter.

Sheng Rui and Assistant Jiao also woke up one after another. They were simply fainted, but now they can walk and jump without any problem.

Someone recognized Sheng Rui and wanted him to help persuade him.

Some of these people participated in the rescue operation last time and knew that Sheng Rui and Song Yinxing had some friendship.

Out of friendliness, Sheng Rui also leaned over to communicate with Song Yinxing.

Everyone could tell that Xia Weiming was dead, he died within a few minutes, and there was no way to wait for rescue in such a short time.Not to mention that Song Yinxing shot at fatal places...

"Song Yinxing..." Sheng Rui came up to him, and just after saying his name, Song Yinxing hugged Xia Weiming tightly in a panic, and repeated: "He's not dead, he's not dead..."

Seeing him like this, he can't do much by himself.Sheng Rui knew it well, so he could only sit aside and watch.

The helicopter landed quickly, and Song Yinxing, who had been refusing to let go, refused to let go when he saw the medical staff coming.

He said to the doctor seriously: "He is injured, save him quickly."

Looking at his expectant eyes, the doctor couldn't say that he was dead, so he nodded stiffly.But just when he was about to take over from Song Yinxing, that person went crazy again and he was not allowed to touch him.

Xia Weiming had died a long time ago, but Song Yinxing has been refusing to face this point.

When everyone was at a loss, someone walked towards him, pulled Xia Weiming away, and punched Song Yinxing in the face.

Sheng Rui took a look, wondering who was so courageous, and when he took a closer look, it turned out that the person was Tang Chen.

"He's dead." Tang Chen said to him.

Song Yinxing moved his head back slowly and with difficulty, looking at Xia Weiming's face.

He was dead indeed, his chest no longer heaved, his eyes were closed, he would never utter a word of sarcasm or sweetness, and he himself killed him.

Song Yinxing's lips trembled. He seemed to want to say something, but he murmured, but he didn't say anything.

He rushed over, hugged Xia Weiming's body tightly, pressed his face against his, and let out a low-pitched roar like a beast from his throat.

Tang Chen stepped aside without saying anything.

As Xia Weiming's manager and good friend, Tang Chen knew Xia Weiming much better than Song Yinxing.Ever since Xia Weiming drove him away, he almost knew that person's plan.

He has nothing left, so he has no need to keep it.

Song Yinxing's behavior completely ruined this innocent child, he became depressed, and his eyes no longer had the look of the past.

It was he who took the initiative to find Xia Weiming, and he provided Xia Weiming with the bug and voice changer.

When Xia Weiming pretended to be Dou Yangli, the gun in his hand was found by Tang Chen for him. The gun was well made and powerful.

Xia Weiming has changed, when he was abandoned on that broken boat, he had already given up on his past self.

He resented Song Yinxing so much, resented him for breaking the appointment, and resented him for giving up on himself.

When he didn't know that he was just a stand-in, he really loved Song Yinxing. When this love became a joke, this love destroyed him.

If he didn't like Song Yinxing, he wouldn't be hurt so deeply.

Tang Chen has always known Song Yinxing's plan, knew how much he liked Sheng Rui, and knew that he had been taking advantage of Xia Weiming's liking for him, but for a long time he was just Song Yinxing's accomplice.

He knew everything, but he never told Xia Weiming. Knowing that Xia Weiming was sent to Jiang Yiju, he understood everything.

He didn't even tell his wife about his secretly helping Xia Weiming.

He kept saying that he treated Xia Weiming like a younger brother, but what he did was not what a brother should do.

He is like a bustard, watching Song Yinxing abuse him, and then giving the child some irrelevant care.

Xia Weiming said that he wanted to give Song Yinxing a big gift, and this gift was to let him kill him with his own hands.

Now he had finally done it, he had destroyed himself, and he was finally free.The deaths of his family have been hanging over his head like a shadow, and now he has finally atoned for his sins.

Xia Weiming is really a very talented child, a qualified actor.

He knows what each micro-expression means and how to impersonate a stranger perfectly.He didn't act rashly, but only implemented the plan when Song Yinxing fell in love with him completely.

In those days, he seemed to be living with Song Yinxing, but in fact, it was not a kind of dealing with.When he was disfigured by Dou Yangli, he would feel heartache and despair, all of which were brought to him by that undeserved love.He wants to take revenge on Song Yinxing, and what better revenge than letting him kill his beloved.

Sheng Rui and Xia Weiming, choose one of the two.

He was betting that if he guessed wrong and Song Yinxing still loved Sheng Rui, he would kill Sheng Rui himself, and wait for Song Yinxing to kill him.

If Song Yinxing chose him, he would hit Song Yinxing's gun himself.

This is a multiple-choice question, but the results are so similar.He wanted to die, to die in Song Yinxing's hands, and let his death entangle Song Yinxing's second half of his life like a death-eating crow.

He acted so well, Song Yinxing didn't doubt him at all, and even shot him himself.

He finally got the relief he wanted, and finally inserted the knife back into Song Yinxing's body.

Xia Weiming's funeral was simple, even hasty.

His clothes were buried in his grave, but not his ashes.

His ashes are occupied by a paranoid, no one is allowed to move, no one is allowed to touch.

When Tang Chen entered the house where Xia Weiming used to live, he saw Song Yinxing put the urn on the bed and came over to pour tea for him.

"He just fell asleep." Song Yinxing said, "If you have something to tell me, I'll tell him back."

"He's dead." Tang Chen spat out three words from between his teeth.

The expression on Song Yinxing's face froze for a moment, and he subconsciously grabbed the necklace around his neck to reassure himself.

The pendant of the necklace was a broken bone, which was found from Xia Weiming's urn.

"Let him die in peace," Tang Chen said.

"No." Song Yinxing shook his head, then pushed Tang Chen out, and closed the door with a bang.

After driving Tang Chen away, he returned to the bedroom, lay down on the bed by himself, hugged the box, and curled up into a ball.

He murmured, "Are you still mad? You haven't spoken to me for months."

He kissed the box and said, "When your anger subsides, just talk to me, okay, I love you very much."

His eyes were tender, his voice was gentle, and his eyes were full of love when he looked at the box.

Even though he knew that person would not come back, he still did this day after day.

He knew that person hated him, so hated that he would rather cut off a piece of flesh and stick it on Assistant Jiao's body for the purpose of disguise.

Song Yinxing knew that it must be very painful. He tried it himself, and the pain was unbearable after pulling a small piece. Later, the nurse injected him with a sedative to prevent him from continuing this kind of self-harm.

He eats and sleeps like he used to when Xia Weiming was here, he gets up early every day to give him a good morning kiss, and every night he says goodnight.

He didn't treat him well before. At that time, Xia Weiming loved him, and he said good morning and good night.

He has a bad temper, sexual violence and beatings and scolding are common things.

He recalled the shadow that gradually became silent in the past, his two small laugh holes, the shallow lines at the corners of his eyes when he laughed too enthusiastically, their quarrels, and their tenderness.

It turned out that he had been so used to the existence of that person, but he had never noticed it.

Such a good person, how could I be willing to treat him like that.

If he did it all over again, he would definitely hold him in his hands, just like what he once wanted to do to Sheng Rui, or even better than that.

But when he dreamed back at midnight, when he looked at the cold half of the bed, he didn't even have the courage to face it directly.

Xia Weiming has always been waiting for him in this room, and now it's finally his turn to wait, but that person will not come back again.

He lit one cigarette after another, and often stood there, watching the smoke rise until the flames burned his skin, without moving.

In the past, he was afraid that Xia Weiming's brilliance would surpass Sheng Rui's, and that he would show something completely different from Sheng Rui.

But now Song Yinxing finally tasted the bitter fruit.

He found all Xia Weiming's works, and captured the former him between those lights and shadows.Day by day, he chewed on the him recorded in the time, looked at the child who worked so hard, and endured the psychological torment day after day.

They have been together for two years, just two years, but he will be immersed in such loneliness and sorrow for the rest of his life.

He can't even blame others, because these are all caused by himself.

He never left Xia Weiming again, Xia Weiming's small bone was tied around his neck by him, and he never let it go.

Later, he saw Sheng Rui, who somehow got together with Cheng Yunjing, and the two had a fierce fight, and when he saw it, he just smiled and said congratulations.

When Sheng Rui came over with champagne, Cheng Yunjing's jealous eyes almost set Song Yinxing on fire.

Sheng Rui raised his glass to him, and when he saw the necklace around his neck, he asked him, "Are you still single?"

Song Yinxing clinked glasses with him, and when he bowed his head to drink, there was an indelible sadness in his brows.

He said: "Having seen the best, you can't see anything else."

Sheng Rui smiled at him, did not continue the previous topic, and left after drinking.

When they saw him and Cheng Yunjing goodbye, they both wore diamond rings on their hands.Song Yinxing drank their wedding wine and was still alone when he went back.

Later, Song Yinxing adopted a child, and when he was too old to work, he abdicated and returned to his small villa to live with the urn.

Later Song Yinxing had a stroke, his mouth and eyes were crooked, and he was often awake and sometimes unconscious.

The children he raised hired many servants for him, and they served him one after another.

When Song Yinxing was sober, he often introduced his lover to others.

People who visit his house most often see him pointing to the vacant seat, smiling and saying to the visitor: "This is my lover, his name is Xia Weiming, he is an actor."

Those who want to ask him or those who don't want to offend him will laugh with him and say: "You are so good-looking, Mr. Song, you are really blessed."

Every time Song Yinxing heard someone praise Xia Weiming, he was very happy, and couldn't help wanting to show off more.

"Yeah, my Weiming is the best."

He often forgets what he said before, and then repeats it again.

"the best."

There are more than [-] people living in this villa, but he always lives like he and Xia Weiming are the only two people.

Those who came to visit him, if they were lucky, sometimes saw the necklace around his neck.

There is a white object hanging on the rope, the appearance is very smooth, it looks like it will become this way after being touched frequently.

He sometimes went out for a walk with a cane, and once he met a robber who robbed his watch and the money in his wallet, and was still not satisfied, so he came to rob him of the necklace around his neck.

The old man who paid the money without hesitation before seemed to have gone crazy suddenly and refused to give it.The robbers were afraid that he would attract others, so they stabbed him in the stomach, went in from the front, came out from the back, and stabbed him in the opposite direction.

Later, the servant found Song Yinxing who was lying on the side of the road, bleeding all over the floor, and sent him to the hospital to save him.It's just that Song Yinxing's health has gotten worse since then. He often stays at home, shuts himself in the room, and lives with the urn.

No one can mention Xia Weiming's death in front of him, whoever says he will go crazy with anyone, like a mad dog, no one can stop him.

When he was older, his nerves were deranged, he was incontinent, and he didn't know anyone.

Gradually, he couldn't even remember his own name, and he could only say three words over and over again, Xia Weiming.

This man who had dominated the business world for half his life was like a loser in terms of emotions. How glorious he was in the first half of his life, how miserable the second half of his life was.

It's just that no one dared to provoke him, and some older people would tell their juniors what this man had done.

It is said that someone in the Jiang family offended him before, and later the Jiang family was implicated in the new term. The man named Jiang Yiju did not know what he had committed and was thrown into prison. When he was found dead, there was not a piece of good meat on his body. , and was "beaten" by countless reform-through-labor prisoners in the prison, and his intestines prolapsed.

Everyone knows that this matter has something to do with Song Yinxing, who made him harm Song Yinxing's "lover".However, Jiang Yiju's reputation in the circle was not good. His friends were all wine and meat friends, and his family members were all broken up, and there was not even a mourner.

Song Yinxing suffered from illness for the last time and lived to be 89 years old.When the heir he raised named "Nian Xia" went back to visit him, he found him dead in his room.

He had taken an overdose of sleeping pills, and the pills filled his stomach to the brim.

Before that, he scratched his face with a knife, and his face was covered with vertical and horizontal scars.

He held the urn tightly with his blood-stained hands, until finally no one could break his hand, so he had to be cremated together with the urn.