fight real army

At ten o'clock in the evening, only Chen Ge and Ling Jiale were awake at home.All the lights were off except for the ring of light cast by the small chandelier over the dining table.

They just sat in this small aperture, tacitly used the excuse of digestion to enjoy the time alone.

Ling Jiale drank the water soaked in small kumquats—it turned out that the potted plant that looked like a small tree was a kumquat tree, and it could bear fruit for a long time if it was well cultivated.

He ate too much dinner, and when he was sitting at the dining table, he wanted to hiccup secretly while everyone was talking, but he couldn't escape Shen Ge's eyes.

Then Shen Ge got up and went to the balcony, and then went to the kitchen. Not long after, he brought back a pot-bellied glass teapot, in which sliced ​​kumquats and limes were soaked, and honey and mint leaves were added to present a refreshing teapot. Yellow and green.

He put the teapot on the table, and said to everyone: "Kumquats to eliminate food."

Only Ling Jiale understood the ridicule directed at himself in his words, and blushed a lot.

What Shen Ge drank was green plum wine, which was home-brewed, and the alcohol content was not low, but it was sour and sweet in the mouth, which easily made people lose their vigilance.

Xiao Li was deceived by the taste of the wine, and now he was lying on the sofa bed in the living room and snoring drunk.

The sofa bed itself was prepared for "Auntie", because Shen Ge went home, and Auntie was on vacation.

Ling Jiale understands that "auntie" probably has three meanings: "friend", "villager" and "nanny".

"Auntie is nice, enthusiastic, and has experience in taking care of the elderly. I am very lucky to meet such a fellow in such a big city, who has a good cooking taste and a good accent." Shen Ge said with a smile with some kind of joy.

But Ling Jiale could think that this was not just a matter of luck, Shen Ge must have spent a lot of effort in order to find such an "aunt".

He had no concept of the word "filial piety" before, but he gradually understood the word after getting to know Shen Ge, and it became more and more abstract to concrete.

Take the house they rented as an example. Although the community is a bit old, there is a park next door.Every morning, the two old people went downstairs to the park for morning exercises together—"Rain or shine." Shen Ge said this with pride in his eyes.

It was Xiao Li who thought too much, and asked him: "Then the rent is not cheap, is it?"

Shen Ge smiled lightly, "It's okay." That demeanor and tone were really peaceful, without any trace of bitterness, as if he had never been sad because of money.

Another example is their TV, Shen Ge himself does not watch TV and is not rich, but because his grandparents like to watch TV, he buys the best one for them-"Old people, like children, must pay attention to protecting their eyes. "This is what he said in his original words.

The old man had dinner in advance, the grandfather sat at the table drinking with the guests, and the grandmother was tired, so she slowly moved to the sofa to rest.

Ling Jiale has never been in contact with such an old man. Seeing the old man walking slowly and strenuously, he immediately wanted to help him, but Shen Ge stopped him, and then told him quietly: "Old people hope that they can do more things. I made siu mai for you tonight, so I am very happy."

Grandma's legs and feet were bad, and she walked very slowly, Shen Ge and Ling Jiale kept watching her.

Grandma slowly sat down on the sofa, and she couldn't figure out the two remote controls again. Shen Ge went over to teach immediately. He had taught him countless times, but he was still extremely patient.

Ling Jiale likes to hear him talk to his grandparents in dialect, with a mildly unfamiliar accent, and there is an indescribable kindness and tenderness in his speech.

"Why do you call 'Grandpa' and 'Grandma'? Ah Da, Grandma?"

Shen Ge smiled lightly when he heard the words, "Almost, Ah Da, Ah Ma."

There is still a little difference, there is no such pronunciation in Mandarin, Ling Jiale muttered twice in a low voice, gave up, and said: "Your words are really nice."

Shen Ge lowered his head and took a sip of his wine, hiding his irrepressible smile.

Ling Jiale's hand reached for the fruit plate, Shen Ge hurriedly pulled the plate towards him, and Ling Jiale found it empty.

"Hey?"

"...Are you still eating?"

Ling Jiale stretched out his hand again, aiming at a piece of peach, Shen Ge raised his hand to block it, "Don't eat it, it's too late."

Ling Jiale smiled "puchi", "Why are you like my mother." But she still obediently withdrew her hand.

After a while, he asked abruptly, "You don't think I'm fat, do you?"

Shen Ge quickly shook his head: "No, no, how fat are you?"

Ling Jiale breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Ge was spinning the wine glass in his hand for a while, then he suddenly asked: "Before you, were you fat for a while, and then lost weight all of a sudden?"

Ling Jiale's expression could be described as heartbroken, "Why have you even seen my ugly photos before?"

"Ugly photos?...Oh no, I'm...I'm..." It was his rare hesitation.

Ling Jiale waited for him for a long time, and couldn't help laughing again, "What is it? Just say it, and I promise not to get angry."

Shen Ge swirled the cup twice, raised his head, and showed a cautious and serious expression, "Is it bulimia or anorexia?"

Feng Si told him that there are three types of actors who are deeply involved in the drama, one is the general situation, one or two months after the filming is finished, they can appear in the play; the other is more emotional, which takes half a year; and the other is more dangerous. Yes, such as extremely emotional vulnerability, or mental illness.

He has been thinking about this for the past two days.

Ling Jiale's face froze completely, he didn't dare to look at Shen Ge, his eyes were fixed on the yellow and green glass jug.

He has never dared to recall that period of trough. It seems that if he recalls it for a while, he will be brought back to that gloomy mood, fearing that he will be stuck in it again and will not be able to climb out.

To answer Shen Ge's question, he may need some encouragement.

"...If you don't want to say it, don't say it, and don't even think about it!" Shen Ge said bitterly, "I don't want to spy on your privacy, I just, I just think that if you eat too irregularly, will it be bad for your health? I actually regretted it just now, I shouldn’t have cooked so many dishes tonight, glutinous rice is not easy to digest—”

"It's okay—" Ling Jiale interrupted his regretful whisper, "It's not serious, it's already healed."

Shen Ge stopped talking, complex regrets and worries flashed in his eyes.

Many people don't know anything about bulimia and anorexia, but simply and crudely define him as "ugly", "fat", "excessive weight loss", "disrespectful", "disrespecting fans", and "failed body management".

"I... checked some information and said yes, this is a mental illness, which must be taken seriously." Shen Ge said with difficulty.

Perhaps this is the best encouragement.

"I was in a bad mood and relied on high-calorie foods..." Ling Jiale spoke softly.

That was when he was about to turn 20, "Because of successive unlucky things, everyone scolded me, even the group was scolded with me..."

"Is it because of a car accident?"

Ling Jiale hesitated for a moment, "No."

"...Because of surgery?"

Ling Jiale nodded sadly.

Shen Ge only read one report about him, and he sorted out everything about him: he was a trainee at the age of 16 and signed a ten-year contract; The personality of "a well-behaved person" began to show a large number of black fans; when Feng Si appeared and then left, because of the rumors of a romantic relationship, the number of black fans increased, almost on par with the fans; the 17-year-old drove a car and injured a pedestrian, because it was in the early morning, and it was another Luxury cars are maliciously speculated to be fatigue driving or even drunk driving.

This car accident was a major turning point in Ling Jiale's career, because of this incident, he fell into the black hole for the first time.

Coincidentally, the injured pedestrian was the father of one of Ling Jiale's fans.

The girl came forward to intercede for Ling Jiale and expressed her understanding to Ling Jiale as a family member of the injured. She did not expect to suffer cyber violence together with Ling Jiale, and was said to be "unfilial" and "parents raised such a big child for nothing" ""Brain chasing stars".

This girl was still a little girl in high school back then. Because of this incident, she was excluded and bullied at school, and eventually she was overwhelmed and committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills. Although she was unsuccessful, this incident directly put Ling Jiale on the pillar of shame. --"murderer".

"I didn't drive with fatigue." Ling Jiale said fiercely with red eyes, "I'm not a murderer."

Shen Ge leaned over and held his hand, "I know."

Ling Jiale's hands were clenched into fists, trembling under his palms, but a strange mystery appeared on his face: "Do you know where that girl is now?"

"Where?"

Ling Jiale smiled mysteriously, "You have seen it, and they have seen it too. She was secretly photographed when she went out with me, and they have seen the photos."

"They" again.

"But none of them recognized it." His eyes showed a kind of vicious revenge-like pleasure, "Those people who have been clamoring for the truth, in fact, they don't care at all, they don't care at all! They don't even care what she looks like!" I have forgotten the appearance! They are actually here to scold people! It is obviously their fault, and it is all my fault!"

"Shh, shhh—" Shen Ge patted the back of his hand lightly, "Don't wake Xiao Li up."

Ling Jiale frowned, and lowered her voice, "...don't tell Xiao Li, he doesn't know."

"What doesn't he know?"

"He doesn't know anything. He's only been with me for three years, and he doesn't know much about the past."

He was vague, but Shen Ge didn't dare to ask.

After the car accident, he had a conflict with the company again, which was ugly, and everyone inside and outside the circle had seen enough excitement.The company released a lot of black material, true and false, and Ling Jiale, who left the capital operation, became a street rat in the true sense. As soon as his name appeared, it was followed by a carnival of humiliation and abuse.

Ling Jiale finally "behaved" and took the initiative to reconcile with the company. The company helped him with public relations, and he went to the hospital for surgery on his suddenly deteriorating vocal cords.

After tossing and tossing one after another, the combination was difficult to maintain and had to be disbanded.They played one last tour before disbanding, leaving him with lifelong voice damage.

The group is gone, and Ling Jiale can no longer sing. The lost things arouse beautiful nostalgia, so he gained a lot of sympathy, and his popularity began to rise again.

It's just that no one expected that during the period when his popularity was rising, Ling Jiale stayed at home without saying a word for a long time, and became obsessed with desserts and fried foods.

"It's only when I eat those things that I feel... that it's good to be alive."

"……and after?"

"Later I was secretly photographed." He sneered, "I was photographed when I went out to buy ice cream, and then I was scolded miserably."

He was most afraid of being called ugly. When he looked in the mirror, he only felt that this face and this body were simply unsightly. He immediately felt sick and ran to the bathroom to vomit.

Ling Jiale felt that she was very strange. On the one hand, she was afraid that Shen Ge would see her shortcomings, and on the other hand, she couldn't help but expose herself a little bit. She wanted to see his reaction after hearing this: "I also know that this is very annoying. Sick, but I just can’t help it, I can’t help it when I eat it, I can’t help it when I eat it, and I can’t help vomiting after eating... Later the doctor said that it’s a good thing it came early—”

Shen Ge asked eagerly: "Have you gone to see a doctor? Is it a regular hospital?"

Ling Jiale smiled softly, and the unevenness in his heart was gradually smoothed out by his eager tone, "Well, my mother took me there, but she didn't know that I was... that kind of disease, just I thought I was in a bad mood and ate sweets."

"Your parents don't know?"

"Hmm..." Ling Jiale drank several sips of water, "I don't want them to know, I'm most afraid that my bad things will affect them, and the doctor is pretty good, so he kept it a secret for me. In fact, most people can't think of it, right? Not as smart as you."

Shen Ge forced a smile, "Then what happened later? Has it been completely cured?"

"It's cured. That girl, the girl I just mentioned, was depressed, and I alternated between eating and anorexia. The two of us encouraged each other and both were cured."

Shen Ge's eyes were a little hot, "That's great."

He was extremely fortunate that Ling Jiale did not belong to the particularly fragile category, but he belonged to the particularly strong one.

"Yeah... that's great."

The two looked at each other blankly, Ling Jiale felt embarrassed at first, and turned his face away, "Oh, it's true, what are you doing talking about these unhappy things at night."

From the corner of his eye, he saw Xiao Li sleeping soundly on the sofa, "Sleeping really soundly, can you wake up later?"

Shen Ge wanted him to stay a little longer, "Then let him sleep a little longer, if you really can't wake him up..." He hesitated, not daring to have too many delusions, "I'll help him recite to Go in the car, and when you get back to the hotel, ask the waiter to help you carry him up."

Ling Jiale hid the little disappointment in her heart and complained: "Trouble, I won't let him drink anymore!"

"Plum wine is too sweet and easy to drink. He may think that the alcohol content is not high."

Ling Jiale rolled his eyes slightly, and he began to use his brain again.

Shen Ge picked up the glass teapot, "I'll go get some water."

Ling Jiale watched him walk into the kitchen, then turned to look at the soundly sleeping Xiao Li thoughtfully.

When Shen Ge came back with the teapot, he saw Ling Jiale sipping something with a cup, obviously not drinking water.

He stepped forward hesitantly, "Have you been drinking?"

Ling Jiale replied with a smile: "Just try it, I'm a bit greedy after you say it."

Shen Ge frowned, "Your voice?"

"It's okay to drink a little bit, I just took a sip."

Shen Ge's brows were still furrowed, "Didn't you pour it in a glass?"

Ling Jiale made a look of sudden realization, "Oh! It's true! I can't drive after drinking alcohol!"

If acting skills were classified into grades, his performances carved by Wang Xu could be classified as first-class, and those crude performances before were classified as third-class, and the performances just now were at most second-class.

It's just that Shen Ge couldn't see through his second-class acting skills, and the amount of information in Ling Jiale's line just now was too explosive, which directly blew him away.

Ling Jiale was too nervous, his hands hiding under the table were trembling a little, he tried hard to control his facial expression, and asked with a pure face: "Can your bed sleep two people?"