boiled frog

Chapter 8 Tribute to Wen Qing

Ming Jin not only resigned Xiao An from his job in the bar, but also did not allow him to go to the park to sketch people, and even did not allow him to appear in crowded public places.

How could Xiao An agree, he was originally such a free and easy person.

Xiao An's friends also disagreed, why their drummer was suddenly abducted, and how they still work.

Xiao Jingzhou went to look for Ming Jin, but Da Kun blocked him.

Mr. Xiao, you'd better not come... I can't do anything about what that person decides.

Xiao Jingzhou was silent.

Only now did he truly understand what kind of person this was, who was simply out of reach of ordinary people.

A man who is perfectly capable of tying them up, and a man who is utterly powerless to them.

Xiao An asked Ming Jin to come out and talk.

Xiao An said, it’s not going to work like this, you just won’t let me work, which will affect the life of me and my friends.

Mingjin said, I will support you, and I will give them money.

Xiao An said, this is impossible, why do you support me?

Mingjin said, because I love you.

Seeing what Xiao An wanted to say at the end, he added another sentence.

Even if you don't love me.

Ming Jin bought a house for Xiao An.

Ming Jin was very busy at that time. Even if he came out, the filming of the film he had signed before had not finished filming, so he would be busy until late every day.

He takes part of the time from the set every day to decorate his new home. Whether it is sofa coffee table, chandelier wallpaper or toilet sink, Ming Jin has to personally measure the length from the front of the house to the back of the house, and how to place the bedside table and double bed properly.

This is what he saw, his and Xiao An's home, when he was choosing furniture, he didn't even think about whether Xiao An would agree to live in with him.

After the house was renovated, Mingjin said, we will live here from now on, and only the two of us know about it.

Xiao An frowned and looked at him, Ming Jin, how many times do you want me to say that I don't like you, if you interfere in my life like this again, I will hate you.

Ming Jin didn't speak.

He became even more silent, and his whole body was always surrounded by an aura of indifference.

Although Ming Jin was a quiet person in the past, he was polite and elegant, he was polite to everyone, and he was able to do a job with ease, but now he basically doesn't speak except for filming lines.

Da Kun only said that he was trapped by love, seeing that his filming status was not affected, he didn't care.

Ming Jin didn't tell him about his history of mental illness, but told Xiao An, about his lurking illness, and Ming Mei who had died.

He said, Xiao An, if one day I accidentally kill you, will you hate me?

Xiao An said, no, dead people have no thoughts.

Ming Jin thought to himself, if he killed or even hurt Xiao An, he would hate himself to death.

Maybe it was because of illness, or maybe it was because of this sick love, Ming Jin tricked Xiao An into their new "home" and locked the door.

He said to him outside the door, good boy, wait for me to come back.

Xiao An felt that Ming Jin was crazy, and he never thought that he would lock him up.

He slammed on the door and told Ming Jin to let him out.

He yelled, bastard!I hate you!

There was silence outside the door for a long time, Xiao An even thought that Ming Jin had already left, and then he spoke.

Xiao An, you hate me, at least not that unlucky friend.Have you seen any friends who have done such amazing things?

Xiao An stared at the door with wide eyes, as if he wanted to open a hole in the door.

Ming Jin said again, with a low voice, as if he was sticking to the door.

Xiao An... wait for me to come back.

Xiao An didn't know what to say.

Ming Jin imprisoned him, and imprisoned him in their home in Ming Jin's heart.

In the middle of the night, Ming Jin dragged his exhausted body back. When he entered the house, he didn't turn on the lights, but he could see Xiao An sitting motionless on the sofa through the lights in the corridor, bent over and resting his elbows on the sofa. On the separated knees, his eyes were facing forward, his eyes were empty, and he didn't respond when Ming Jin entered the door.

The moment Ming Jin saw Xiao An, he felt as if a light had been lit in the dark night.

"Xiao An," Ming Jin changed his shoes, smiled, and said, "Do you like the style of this sofa? This is a new Italian style. The sofa cover is made of real leather, and there is also a set of fabric. If you use it If you get tired of this, you can change to that.”

Xiao An still didn't respond.

Ming Jin ignored him, hung the clothes on the hanger, turned on the light, and continued, "What do you think of this chandelier? It's not that kind of crystal chandelier. I guess you won't like it, so I bought this kind of more simple one." Yes, the light is relatively soft, how about it, is it to your liking?"

Xiao An turned his head to look at him, expressionless and hoarse, "Ming Jin, don't bother, I won't like you."

Ming Jin lost his voice.

This is the most he has said in so many days.

In fact, he hasn’t finished talking yet. He hasn’t told him that the floor has just been airlifted from Northern Europe. The solid wood floor there is better than domestic ones, and various indicators are stricter, which is good for the body; he hasn’t told him about the bed in the bedroom. He specially flew to Sweden to order it directly from a friend, and was almost scolded by the director...

He hasn't told him many, many things, fun, interesting, many, many, he wants to tell him.

Yet he rejected him like that again.

Simple, rough|brutal.

I don't like you, don't bother.

Ming Jin felt a little depressed for a while.

Xiao An stood up and looked at him, "Mingjin, let me go."

Ming Jin just stared at him closely.

Xiao An sighed, "What's the point of you doing this, it's just deceiving yourself."

Ming Jin suddenly had a nameless anger rushing to her heart.

He grabbed Xiao An's wrist, and before he could react, he threw him on the sofa and pressed him under him.

Xiao An looked at him in shock.

He spoke slowly, with a threatening tone, "Xiao An, are you afraid of me?"

Xiao An looked at his face so close to him, his hot breath sprayed on his face, and he felt stiff all over.

They stared at each other for a while, Xiao An said, "Ming Jin, you won't, and I don't need to be afraid."

Ming Jin froze for a moment, her eyes were complicated and deep.

Xiao An tested the strength of Ming Jin's pressure on him, pushed Ming Jin away and sat up.

Ming Jin got up from the sofa, stood beside the sofa, and looked down at Xiao An.

Xiao An looked at the cigarette case that had just fallen out of Ming Jin's trouser pocket, "Do you mind smoking a cigarette?"

Ming Jin shook her head.

Xiao An took one out of the cigarette case and borrowed Mingjin's fire.

Ming Jin sat down beside him, "I didn't expect you to still smoke."

Xiao An said: "You don't know much about me, what you see happens to be what I show for others to see."

Ming Jin didn't speak.

"How many times have we met next time, Ming Jin, why do you say you like me?" He took another breath of cigarette, exhaled lightly, and his tone was also calm.

Ming Jin didn't look at him either, his eyes were filled with mist, "Xiao An, you don't need a reason to like someone."

Xiao An said: "I've grown up so much that I really haven't liked anyone."

Ming Jin nodded, "I never liked anyone when you were your age."

Xiao An turned his head to look at him, and asked a little funny, "I'm still your boss?"

Ming Jin frowned, "What kind of boss, it's so ugly."

Xiao An laughed, and Ming Jin could hear that the laughter was even a bit suppressed.

After laughing, Xiao An asked him again, "You have never liked anyone, how do you know that you like me?"

"Like someone, love someone, this is a human instinct, you don't need to learn it," Ming Jin said in a flat tone, as if he was telling a story, "If you really want to find a reason, then I will tell you."

"If you like someone, you want him to always be by your side, you want to provide him with the best, you want to give him delicious food, you want to give him a warm home, and you want to give him everything you have."

Xiao An paused for a while, and opened his mouth, every word was like a needle being stuck in Ming Jin's body.

"Mingjin, what if that person wants to be free?"

……

Later, Ming Jin still left Xiao An at home, then went to work by himself, and returned home at night.

Xiao An's other friends didn't know where Xiao An went. Only Xiao Jingzhou, who was also a roommate, knew that Ming Jin took Xiao An away.

Xiao An and Ming Jin slept in separate beds, Ming Jin didn't force him, and every day was plain and simple.

When Ming Jin was not at home, Xiao An sat on the sofa by himself, went to the restaurant to eat the meal Ming Jin prepared for him at meal times, and went back to sit on the sofa when it was not meal time.

If he doesn't let him go, he won't be able to escape.

Such days lasted for several months.

Until one time, when Ming Jin was filming a night scene, it was early morning when he returned, and Xiao An had already fallen asleep, and he watched his figure lying on the bed in the dark.

He looks at him carefully.

Xu Shi heard the sound, and Xiao An, who had been sleeping restlessly, opened his eyes.

In the past few months, he seems to have lost some weight. His face, which was not fat before, has now become angular, his cheekbones even show signs of raising, and his pupils are not as dark and bright as they were when they first met. When I put it on, it was as if there were little stars dancing in my eyes, my lips were dry and wrinkled, my face was gray and white, my long black hair might have become rough because I didn’t take care of it, and it was scattered on my back in a mess. The shoulders look even thinner, and the body that seems to be only a skeleton is wrapped under the pajamas

Seeing that it was him, Xiao An didn't say anything, turned his head and continued to sleep.

Ming Jin suddenly smiled bitterly.

Recently, he seemed to be showing signs of illness. He was in a trance for several times when he was filming on the set. Others didn't know what happened to him. He only said that he didn't have a good rest.

He thought of his brother.

Thinking of how he didn't recognize his relatives when he went crazy, thinking of his absurd death.

Ming Jin thought to herself, even if she had to die, she wouldn't die as ugly as him.

Until the symptoms got worse and worse, until he could no longer control himself.

His filming was over, and he didn't cause any trouble to the crew. Everyone told him to go home and rest more.

The frequency of his illnesses is getting higher and higher, and the number of times of illnesses is increasing. During the day, he stays in his home when he has nothing to do. He doesn't see anyone, and he doesn't see Xiao An. He doesn't dare to see him. He is afraid of accidents. He waits until Xiao An falls asleep at night. Then go to that house again, and leave before he wakes up in the morning.

He just wanted to see more of him in his last hours, more of him.

Xiao An hasn't seen Ming Jin for a long time. He knows that he will come back at night, but he always comes very late and leaves very early. He doesn't care, he just thinks that he is too busy with work.

Finally one day Mingjin came to have dinner with him. Mingjin cooked and cooked a large table full of dishes. Xiao An really didn't know that Mingjin had such a hidden skill.

He opened a bottle of red wine and poured it for Xiao An.

Xiao An asked him what day is today.

He just said lightly, big day.

Xiao An didn't understand at the time, and didn't ask too much, but after thinking about it, it was really a big day.

They ate and chatted for a while, Xiao An felt that something was wrong with Ming Jin but couldn't tell what was wrong.

Before going to bed, Ming Jin said good night to him as always.

Xiao An felt that he was very sleepy that day, and fell asleep very quickly.

He didn't know that Mingjin entered his room in the middle of the night.

He didn't even know that Mingjin came to the bedside and talked to him.

Xiao An'an, Xiao An'an, I know this name is quite nasty, but I don't think anyone will call you that.

Xiao An'an, you asked me what to do if the person you like wants to be free, I didn't say anything, in fact, I wanted to say, I will give it to him;

Xiao An'an, you will be free tomorrow, and after tomorrow is all I can give you.

Xiao An'an, you are really young, and a man is not mature until he is thirty. Will I love someone when I am with you?

Xiao An'an, will you fall in love with others in the future?

Xiao An'an, will you visit my grave in the future?Don't go, but if you really like someone, you can bring them here and let me meet... I'll help you check.

Xiao An'an, can I change your name, because of me, you may encounter bad things in the future, and you... want to forget me too, don't you, change your name and start a new life.

Xiao An'an, what name do you like, um... Let me think about it, how about Wen Qing, warm and moist as clear water, just like how you feel.

……

Ming Jin felt that he had finished talking to Xiao An for most of the rest of his life in one night.

Xiao An was still sleeping peacefully, he gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders, his body trembling slightly.

Xiao An, goodbye.

I want you to...don't forget me.