The whole Internet is black, I was chased and killed by my ex

Yang Yan had a very frightening dream.

In the dream, Lin Siji was not wearing any clothes, and his bare skin was automatically mosaiced, only the purple around his waist was bright and dazzling.

Yang Yan took a closer look.

Lace, leopard print...

It's the purple lace leopard panties!

Yang Yan was dumbfounded, and thousands of "wild baby" bullet screens floated in his mind.

In the dream, the very wild Lin Siji quickly found Yang Yan who was standing blankly at the door.He brushed and found out from nowhere two pairs of purple lace leopard print underwear.Waving a purple miracle, Lin Siji walked towards the door gracefully.

"Welcome to our dormitory, my dear hero."

He spoke affectionately.

Yang Yan shuddered and woke up immediately.

When he opened his eyes, three unfamiliar faces appeared in front of him.

Next, when the timeline faithfully recorded a series of provocations, quarrels, and politeness, Yang Yan kept a straight face and said nothing.

The mosaic version of Lin Siji in his mind can't get rid of it, but his heart is greatly shocked by the underpants dancer Lin Siji.For a while, Yang Yan couldn't distinguish the reality of the dream, and was even aroused with extremely weird curiosity.

Lin Siji would really wear that pair of purple, leopard print, lace, and underwear in the dormitory?

With such strange questions, Yang Yan finally called out the one among the three who claimed to be Lin Siji's roommate furtively, and naturally got a ghost-like look from his face.

Zhang Mo, the roommate of the dancer in front of her, blushed instantly after hearing the question.He didn't seem to understand why such a coquettish and unique word like purple lace leopard underwear popped out of Yang Yan's mouth.

Obviously, in this combination, any element should not be a vocabulary that a cold and handsome guy like Yang Yan should be exposed to.

"Of course not." Zhang Mo stammered.

"Oh..." Yang Yan patted him thoughtfully, "Sorry to bother you, goodbye."

"...Goodbye." Zhang Mo fled the dressing room in a fog, thinking that the actor Lin Siji chose was good at everything, but his mind seemed not normal.

Is this the confidence of a handsome guy, or the uniqueness of a genius?

Zhang Mo sighed, shook his head and walked away.

Yang Yan turned around, yawned, and walked to his seat.

"What did you say?" Lin Siji asked.

"It's nothing, let him put some water, let us be a champion." Yang Yan couldn't look directly at Lin Siji at this moment, he staggered his eyes and talked nonsense.

"Zhang Mo's face is so red, I'm afraid you made some ulterior agreement with him, betraying his appearance or something." Lin Siji joked with him.

When hearing this kind of ridicule, Yang Yan would usually roll his eyes and ignore it, but it was probably because the purple dancer was too shocking, or she just woke up not so clear, so Yang Yan continued to follow the joke for the first time.

"You guessed it." Yang Yan covered his face with one hand expressionlessly, and made a "beauty support"-that is, the classic coquettish pose for a toothache, "Who made me naturally beautiful, and I have an unstoppable charm Woolen cloth?"

After finishing speaking, he left the dumbfounded Lin Siji and Liang Tao, returned to his seat and continued to rest.

After a while, Liang Tao scolded Lin Siji twice, and asked cautiously: "He's in a sleepy state."

"I don't know." Lin Siji calmed down his turbulent heart, "But it's pretty cute."

Liang Tao: ...

Liang Tao: "Did you say 'love' instead of 'fear'?"

Lin Siji smiled: "Go get ready to touch up your makeup, you're so excited about cursing people that your lip makeup is blown apart."

"War and Flowers" was the last one to appear on stage. The one in front of them was Zhang Mo's drama called "Environmental Protection", and the theme was also environmental protection.

"I don't understand why we are arranged to be the last one to appear on the stage." Liang Tao stood behind the curtain, and the crowd of spectators watched him tremblingly. "This must be too high expectations for me."

"War starts with Z." Lin Siji explained.

The waiting area was very small, Liang Tao stood at the front, taking up most of the seats, and Yang Yan and Lin Siji who were behind were almost standing close to each other.

When Lin Siji spoke, the vibration in his chest was sensed by his shoulders, and Yang Yan twisted his body to avoid his breath.

"What are they playing? How can there be blond-haired transvestites and all-green men in environmental dramas?" Liang Tao was astonished.

"That's the elf and the son of the forest." Lin Siji said helplessly.

On the stage, the camp representing the humans fired, and the Son of the Forest fell to the ground, and the elves rushed to hug him and wept.

"What is this doing?" Liang Tao was puzzled, "Why do the two of them seem so...strange, why does an environmental drama make two men stand on stage and say goodbye to life and death."

"Because the audience likes to watch." Lin Siji explained, "The final selection of the drama festival is a three-in-one combination of judges' votes, audience votes, and online voting. The elves, the male one and the male two have ambiguous feelings. These are the highlights that the audience likes to watch."

Liang Tao turned pale with shock: "Then our drama has not had a hot spot, is it over?"

"Not necessarily." Lin Siji shrugged, and he nodded at Yang Yan, "The hero's face is really hot."

"Get lost." Yang Yan said indifferently.

Liang Tao looked at the stage, and the more he watched, the more panicked he became. He lifted the prop gun and muttered: "Okay, I'm going to the waiting room. If I watch it again, I think my legs will shake when I go on stage."

His appearance position was on the left side of the stage in the second half, and his waiting position was originally different from Yang Yan's.But he couldn't see the performance in front of the stage at his position, so he came to join in the fun.

Liang Tao left, and only Yang Yan and Lin Siji were left in the waiting room.

Yang Yan stared at the front of the stage intently.

Although the script is mediocre, the actors did perform well, especially Fu Yueyu, whose arrogance of the Son of the Forest was really played to perfection.

He was fascinated by it, Lin Siji suddenly spoke.

"Do you have conflicts with the children of the forest?"

"Huh?" Yang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was speaking in Fu Yue language, and he said, "It's a little bit, a group homework group last semester, and it wasn't very pleasant."

"Which aspect are you unhappy about?"

"Screen allocation..." Yang Yan lowered his voice.

He didn't want to go into details, but combined with Liang Tao's previous quarrel remarks, Lin Siji roughly deduced a story about Fu Yue's language and drama being criticized.

Lin Siji nodded thoughtfully, and changed the subject.

"nervous?"

Yang Yan didn't feel it at first, but it was only after being reminded by Lin Siji that he realized his trembling stomach.

Maybe the costumes were too thin, and the heating in the theater was not turned on enough.

Yang Yan opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "A little bit."

He heard that Lin Siji smiled, but he didn't know what was so funny about it.

Yang Yan glanced at Lin Siji raising his hand from the corner of his eye, but before his brain could react, the warmth of the back of his neck had already dropped.

Lin Siji rubbed his neck, leaned over slightly, and said in a low voice: "Don't be nervous, just perform normally."

His sight was too strong, and his palm was too warm.

Yang Yan could only avoid his serious eyes behind the glasses, and responded with a hum.

Lin Siji smiled again, rubbed his hand twice again with neither light nor heavy hand, slid down, patted Yang Yan's waist twice, and retracted.

The costumes were photographed muffled, Yang Yan lowered his eyes, inexplicably felt that Lin Siji's technique was so proficient that it made one's heart palpitate, he was probably not a veteran in the field of love, who had practiced perfect skills on countless little girls, and now he was facing a skinny Boys can still do it perfectly.

Skin-to-skin contact, tentative eyes, and even the movements of leaning over are all natural and impeccable.

But he was really half a head shorter than him, so it seemed reasonable for Lin Siji to bend over.

Thinking of this, Yang Yan stood on tiptoe unwillingly, and landed on his heel, making a depressed sound.

Thunderous applause from the audience woke Yang Yan up.

The last play is over, and the curtain call is over.

When the lights dimmed, the props team of the student union leaned over and rushed forward to arrange the props needed for the next act.

"Ready to go on stage." The staff notified.

Yang Yan pursed his lower lip, and for some reason raised his eyes to look at Lin Siji again.

Closed and dark spaces always make people unable to help but rely on the people around them.

With the dim light from the backstage, Yang Yan saw Lin Siji smiling softly.

"Come on, I'm waiting to treat you to milk tea."

When he stood on the stage, Yang Yan's brain was still in a trance. He could hear the people discussing in the audience, and the buzzing sound lingered in his ears.

He stood still where the tape was stuck, and couldn't help turning his head.

The tall figure behind the curtain is obvious.

His violently beating heart suddenly calmed down, he lowered his head to confirm the position, and the light came on.

It was a ray of light, and there was only one ray of light on the whole stage.

A young man holding a flower stands under the beam of light, illuminating his disheveled hair, his dirty and torn shirt, and the flower buds that are about to wither.

The flowers are worn out, and so is the youth.

A beam of light, a person, a few flowers.

A story has been sketched out.

The judges in the middle of the first row of the auditorium leaned forward slightly.

This student has a sense of story.

And the sense of story, for an actor, is simply a godsend treasure.

The spotlight on the stage was very hot, and Yang Yan felt that the light bit by bit wiped away the chill.He silently took a few steps forward and raised his hand.

"Dong dong." There was a knock on the wooden door of the void.

Light transitions.

Yang Yan was dazzled by the light, and instantly saw a hunched young British man sitting in a chair in the center of the stage.

The young man's body was intact, and the dust falling from his hair was like his broken soul. They fell to the ground together and merged into the darkness.

Yang Yan walked slowly.

He sat down on the chair and became one with the scarred young man.

The flowers were placed by his feet, and he took out a stack of crumpled letter paper from his pocket.

"Good afternoon, dear Consvia..."

The light shining on the chairs is dim, and the back of the stage is slightly bright, and the figures appear with the effect of dry ice.

"We have reached the first theater today. The environment here is worse than the rear, but it's not bad. It's better than expected."

The figure nestled behind the sandbag, the mouse squeaked, the bomb exploded beside him, and the flames outlined the damaged wreckage on the ground.

After Yang Yan finished reading, he calmly turned the pages, and the rustling sound of the paper rubbing against each other was clear.

"Good evening, dear Consvia..."

The lights dimmed, and the cool white light simulated the moonlight.

"A lot of people fell in the first war zone, not because of artillery fire, but because of diseases... But you don't have to worry about me, I am in good health, I can still eat bread every day, and have clean water..."

The figure behind coughed twice, and a violent voice came from the background.

"The food has been cut off for two days, and the water will be cut off tomorrow. The higher-ups must have given up on us."

The figure paused for a while, Yang Yan raised his eyes and looked ahead, with obscure and complicated lights flowing in his eyes.

"I miss you."

Low whispers hovered in the theater.

The auditorium was silent, and almost everyone was brought into the scene by him, a young soldier with nothing, telling his thoughts about his lover in the ruins.

Yang Yan lowered his head and turned another page.

"Dear Consvia, hello..."

"The situation of the battle is very good, the officer said, we can return triumphantly after crossing the fourth line of defense and taking down the Celtic castle... My dear Consvia, I can't wait to see your face as bright as the moonlight, I will bring Lisianthus flower back from outside the city—an existence as pure and beautiful as you, and I will stick it in your hair, and we will never be separated again."

At the end of the speech, the lights were all turned off with a swipe, and the big screen behind was turned on.

On the screen, the plane dropped missiles, and cities and villages were reduced to flames.

The screen went dark, and the background brightened again. A figure stood in front of a tombstone, motionless for a long time.

"Dear Consvia, good night, I will place you by the Lake of Seven. We used to walk there, but now I leave you alone. I don't know if you like the smell of grass and flowers, and if you will miss me."

The background lights were turned off, and there was only a beam of light left on the stage, shining on the chairs and also on Yang Yan.

"Consvia, I was in purgatory when I lost you. Every time I think of your face, my heart hurts. My body is trapped in the world, and my soul goes to heaven to find you. This is the loss of you. No. 17 days, I finally couldn't bear the pain, so I bought a hemp rope at Henry's house...

There was another beam of light, and the audience looked up, and a circle tied with a hemp rope was shaking above Yang Yan's head.

Yang Yan put down the letter paper and picked up the flowers.He stood on the chair and looked at the rope quietly.

The chair creaked, and Yang Yan spoke out slowly.

"Consvia, I can't wait to meet you again... My hands are bloody, but you are clean. I am afraid that I will be thrown into hell and I will not be able to see you in heaven. So I asked Henry to take my body I will be buried with you... Even if my soul is separated, my bones will be with you forever"

The rope was dangling, but Yang Yan didn't move.

He raised his eyes to look at the rough hemp rope, and tears overflowed with longing and hope in his eyes.

He stared blankly,

A drop of tear slid down the cheek, crystal clear and dirty.

In the end, he took the flowers and calmly put the hemp rope around his neck.

The lights are dimmed.