The world is full of evil towards me

--out of control.

Qin Lang's emotions were so agitated that the wound on his body opened, Shen Qianhe darkened his eyes, and then called a nurse to help change the dressing again.

"I'll go back today." Shen Qianhe took the things and prepared to leave.

"Qianhe!" Qin Lang shouted, "Don't go!"

The nurse told Qin Lang not to move, but also prevented Shen Qianhe from leaving, talking about how he could leave like this if no one came to take over the shift, and how irresponsible young people are nowadays.

Qianhe just stood there watching the nurse change Qin Lang's dressing. Now Qin Lang is broken, and he doesn't want to care about the things he promised Shen Qianhe before, and obviously the two of them should be companions. Yes, why Shen Qianhe always wants to stay away from him.

This car accident, Qin Lang was still wondering if it was his retribution for killing his domestic violence father together with Shen Qianhe.

And if it was really retribution, then all the retribution would be on him, Shen Qianhe was stained with blood because of him...

No, Shen Qianhe and him were not stained with any blood, but they were just talking about it. It was all the fault of that man. That man was hit to death by a car because he did something wrong.

They are all right.

Yes, none of them are wrong.

It was never their fault, it was the man.

Qin Lang is a little dazed now, Shen Qianhe is standing on the side with his things in his hands and watching faintly, Qin Lang just stares at him, this look is the look in Qin Lang's eyes when he found Shen Qianhe alone after the funeral of his father after his death .

With joy, anxiety, hesitation, and enthusiasm.

Shen Qianhe let out a little irritated "tsk", and as Qin Lang looked at him, he couldn't help recalling the memories of that time.

That's not right.

Shen Qianhe at that time was already broken.

Whether it is his own behavior or everything that guides Qin Lang, only demons can do it.

Although Shen Qianhe doesn't feel that he is any better now, what is certain is that he is no longer the Shen Qianhe he used to be.

After Qin Lang's mother came over, Shen Qianhe left without looking back. It happened that Qin Lang had already fallen asleep from exhaustion, so he didn't see Shen Qianhe leave, and of course he wouldn't make any big reactions .

The first thing Shen Qianhe did when he got home was to open the drawer and take out the thick notebook.

Opened this notebook again, the content inside is actually very smooth, and the things written are true and false, without many flaws.Because this book was taken by the police as evidence, and now that it is brought back, it still has creases that have been turned over many times.

Turning her head to look at the wall that had been cleaned, Shen Qianhe stood up with a notebook, then found an iron basin, and walked to the balcony.

Lit the notebook and threw it into the basin. The fire kept burning, and Shen Qianhe felt a burning sensation rushing towards his face.

This "diary" full of lies has no meaning at all.

Shen Qianhe, who burned the notebook, seemed to see something drifting away in his heart.

Shen Qianhe only went to the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts to take the exam, and he didn't plan to leave a way out for himself, so when the school started, he also resumed his days of struggling in class every day.Because of the car accident, Qin Lang would rest at home for a longer period of time, so when Shen Qianhe had already started the countdown to the college entrance examination, he hadn't gone back to class.

Later, Qin Lang recovered and wanted to go to Shen Qianhe, but was stopped by Aunt Qin and was packed back to class.

If it was the old Qin Lang, he would be helpless under the financial barriers of his family, but he had already realized his weakness before, so he had quietly become financially independent outside, and he could not afford the living expenses his family gave him. Not used.

Using the money he earned, Qin Lang boarded the plane and was going to find Shen Qianhe who was about to take the college entrance examination.

And when Shen Qianhe was finishing get out of class, Hu Bei from the next class held a magazine and spread it out in front of Shen Qianhe, "Look, is this your brother?"

Hu Bei has been assigned to the music class since he was a sophomore in high school, but he still often comes to talk to Shen Qianhe. Shen Qianhe looks at the page that Hu Bei points to. It is a column about dressing fashion, and Qin Lang is in As a magazine model...

"I've seen it a few times, and it looks very familiar. Now that I think about it, isn't this your brother!" Because Hu Bei often went to find Shen Qianhe, he knew that Shen Qianhe had an older brother, and that brother would still be there for Shen Qianhe. He transferred here specially, and was in the same dormitory as Shen Qianhe.It's just that he has been admitted to the Imperial College now, so Hu Bei also thought for a long time before he realized why he looked familiar.

Shen Qianhe raised his eyebrows, took the magazine in Hu Bei's hand, closed it and looked at the cover, it was a famous fashion magazine in China, that is to say, Qin Lang didn't tell him what kind of job he had before, maybe he just went to Be a model?

Although it was a bit unexpected, there was nothing wrong with it, Shen Qianhe only felt that this was something Qin Lang wanted to do.

After getting off the plane, Qin Lang came to the place where Shen Qianhe was according to his previous habits, but remembered that Shen Qianhe was no longer in art training, so he turned around and walked to Shen Qianhe's classroom.

He walked around but did not see Shen Qianhe.

As if thinking of something, Qin Lang picked up his steps again and went to the art room, and sure enough, he saw Shen Qianhe sitting in front of the drawing board drawing.

Shen Qianhe is now directly using gouache paint to outline the characters, Qin Lang's pupils narrowed rapidly because he found that Shen Qianhe was drawing him.

But although Shen Qianhe painted him, Shen Qianhe didn't seriously indulge in it as soon as he painted like before, but on the way of painting, he was still plugging in his earphones and talking on the phone.

"I'm really drawing."

"Just one person."

"In the art room, I have no free hands and no place to play videos."

"Didn't you just come here a while ago, and you want to see me study again?"

"Ha, rather than worrying about me, the person trapped in the school, I should be more worried about whether you are in two boats."

"you……"

Before Shen Qianhe could finish speaking, his earphones were ripped apart, because he was holding a paint pad in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, so when he couldn't react at all, the mobile phone and the earphone cable placed aside were all Taken by someone next to you.

Qin Lang hung up the phone, turned off the phone, and held it tightly in his hands. Shen Qianhe paused, put all the things on the ground on the ground, then took out a tissue to wipe his hands, stood up and looked at Qin Lang, "Why are you here?"

Qin Lang could see that the earrings on Shen Qianhe's earlobe were no longer the ones he gave him before, and now Shen Qianhe was wearing dark green earrings, a color that Shen Qianhe would not buy himself.

"Who was it that called you just now?" Remarks are treasures, who made Shen Qianhe's remarks a treasure?

Baby, Shen Qianhe really didn't make this remark, but when Tang Qi came to Guangcheng from the imperial capital to see Shen Qianhe, he modified it with his mobile phone. As a boyfriend, Shen Qianhe followed Tang Qi, so He didn't modify it back, and he didn't expect to be seen by Qin Lang, and the other party reacted so much after seeing it.

It's been a long time since this kind of questioning tone.

"Did you do it?" Qin Lang asked Shen Qianhe with a gloomy face.

At this moment, Shen Qianhe thought of Qin Lang's birthday gift to him. It seemed that he had pushed that set to a corner, but why did Qin Lang ask such a question.

"What do you want to express?" Shen Qianhe finally spoke, but he didn't answer Qin Lang's question. He already thought Qin Lang was inexplicable enough.To be honest, he did feel a little guilty towards Qin Lang, but that only stopped when Qin Lang was normal. Whenever Qin Lang did something that annoyed Shen Qianhe, Shen Qianhe couldn't feel at ease.

I even feel like I can't breathe like I'm being pressed down like this.

"You guys, did you do it!?" Qin Lang threw away Shen Qianhe's cell phone, grabbed Shen Qianhe's hands, and stared at Shen Qianhe with red eyes.

"What are you doing!?" Shen Qianhe realized that Qin Lang's strength was very strong now. He gave up talking with Qin Lang and wanted to beat Qin Lang to the ground, but at this moment Qin Lang seemed to be Like crazy, he lowered his head and bit Shen Qianhe's neck.

"Ugh!" The feeling of being bitten by a wild beast made Shen Qianhe a little flustered, he struggled hard, but as he struggled, Qin Lang's bite became bigger and Shen Qianhe was so painful that tears were about to come out.

Qin Lang felt the bloody taste in his mouth, and when he was a little dazed, he was turned aside by Shen Qianhe's strength, and the two of them fell down together, the drawing board fell to the ground fiercely, and their clothes were also smashed. The paint on the ground sticks everywhere.

But they were in no mood to bother.

Qin Lang finally calmed down when he saw the painting that had fallen aside and was stained by the upturned paint.His glasses had been thrown into nowhere just now.Now his movements are also pressing Shen Qianhe straight, and his hands have not been relaxed.

Shen Qianhe was panting, feeling that his breathing was painful, his face suddenly came into contact with liquid, and the person in front of him looked up, only to find that Qin Lang's eyes were wide open and weeping non-stop.

Every teardrop hit Shen Qianhe's face with all his strength.

Qin Lang choked up his voice, his expression was very painful: "Why..."

Why are you leaving me?

Shen Qianhe half-closed his eyelids tiredly, he opened his mouth to say something, but felt that his neck was so painful that it hurt even to breathe, let alone speak.

"Why……"

Qin Lang's forehead slowly pressed against Shen Qianhe's, he closed his eyes, his tone was full of confusion, and the deep moan in his throat showed his pain.

But when he saw the red color of blood, Qin Lang also realized it.

Myself, out of control.