bereavement

On February 2016, 2, Xie Qin was detained for intentional injury and sentenced to four years and two months in prison.

27 days ago, Xie Qin chopped off one of Gao Mingji's legs with a machete. When he returned home that night, Feng Liguang suddenly fainted due to intense emotional pressure.

The next day, Xie Qin surrendered, and the criminal gang in Shuangyang Village was arrested and brought to justice, and no one was sentenced to death.

On the third day, the People's News Network reported on the case, and Xie Qin once again topped the hot search list with a negative image.

The topic "How to treat the act of private revenge with violence to counter violence" caused huge controversy on the Internet.

The CEO of Huazhou was involved in the topic discussion: whether as a guardian, he should bear part of the responsibility for improper parenting.

On the fourth day, Huazhou officially announced that CEO Jiang Yanyu was temporarily suspended, and the follow-up treatment would be discussed and decided by Huazhou International's board of directors.

On the seventh day, Huazhou tried to take measures to restore the company's image.

In order to wash away negative news such as the CEO's "pedophilia and homosexual support", he claimed that he had already obtained a marriage certificate with the daughter of Jingyuan Group abroad. I hope those who spread rumors and slanders will delete the blog immediately, otherwise they will be held legally responsible.

That night, Huazhou CEO Jiang Yanyu personally reposted Weibo with the text: Fake.

Soon after Xie Qin was imprisoned, he was diagnosed with severe depression and committed suicide many times during his sentence.

After a year of combined treatment with drugs and psychological counseling, his condition improved slightly, and he spent his spare time in labor camp writing songs and exercising.

Not many people visited him in these years, and Xie Qin only agreed to see Sun Yang.Everyone else refused, including Jiang Yanyu.

He didn't want to delay him any longer.

The debt between them has been paid off, and neither of them owes the other. It is time to cut off contact and go their separate ways.

It's all Jiang Yanyu's fault.

He was determined to let Xie Qin accompany him through the remaining half of his life. Jiang Yanyu hoped that the only thing he had not participated in was Xie Qin's life before the age of 12.

Xie Qin didn't want to accompany him because it wasn't worth it.

Jiang Yanyu shouldn't have risked his bright future and all the hard work because of him.

Xie Qin doesn't believe in such illusory things as feelings, whether they belong to others or to himself.

Jiang Yanyu loves him now, but it doesn't mean he will in the future. No one can guarantee that his relationship will remain unchanged in the future.

One thing that Xie Qin hates very, very much, is to get something and then lose it.

He doesn't want to gamble on anyone, and he won't give anyone a chance to abandon himself. He would rather rot in the dark than walk into the light and be pushed back.

Similarly, Xie Qin couldn't promise Jiang Yanyu that he would never leave again.

If Xie Qin suddenly felt bored one day in the future and committed suicide, then Jiang Yanyu would have given everything and ended up with nothing.

Not worth it, really.

There's no way they could be together.Countless practical problems stand between them, such as age difference, father-son relationship, the eyes of the world, and public opinion from the outside world.

The love of two men needs to bear too many things. The shoulders of a man can indeed stand upright, but sometimes, the reality is really too heavy.

Jiang Yanyu is 30 years old, it's time to have a family.

Xie Qin couldn't afford it.

Four years later.

In the hotel room, the bath water from last night was still in the bathtub for two people, the curtains were closed tightly, the clothes and pants were thrown in a mess, and the big bed was in a mess.

The boy was wearing only a pair of shorts. He lifted the quilt, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and murmured to the man sitting on the bed, "Brother."

With his back turned to him, Xie Qin was smoking a cigarette with his head bowed.

The black shirt he was wearing was unbuttoned, wide open, his abdominal muscles were well defined, his waist was thin, and two mermaid lines were drawn out.

"I'm sorry, I'm not drinking well..." The boy bit his lower lip and said, "Brother...did something happen last night..."

"What do you want to happen?"

Xie Qin half-closed his eyes and flicked the cigarette ash: "What did I do?"

"No!" His face turned red.

"I miss my brother so much..I can't help it..I'm sorry," the boy cried a little, "..I know I'm dirty..I won't be like this in the future..."

When Xie Qin was released from prison yesterday, the bar manager held a celebration party. He hadn't seen Xie Qin for four years. He drank too much alcohol in a moment of excitement, got drunk and said something to Xie Qin that shouldn't be said.

In the end, I only remembered that I was kneeling under Xie Qin's crotch, and Xie Qin looked down at him from above, with hurtful eyes, full of sarcasm and indifference.

Xie Qin didn't speak, finished smoking in silence, and left.

He still lived in the unfinished building. After he was imprisoned, Jiang Yanyu bought the house in his name.

Although the house price was as cheap as vegetables in Jiang Yanyu's eyes, Xie Qin still sent him a sum of money with interest, with an obvious attitude: don't let me owe you any more debts.

As for where the money came from.

Xie Qin still bowed his head to the power of money and signed a contract with the radio station.

Xie Qin was desperately short of money, but he had a criminal record and no one dared to take him.

Now the only places where he can make money are radio stations and bars. The manager is still a bit humane, so he didn't drive Xie Qin out and kept him as a resident rapper in the bar.

Just after returning home and taking a shower, the phone rang. Xie Qin had a towel on his head and a cigarette in his mouth.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! The room number has been sent to you," the person on the radio station said eagerly, "The listeners have been waiting for you for a long time. You should broadcast seriously, and the netizens are staring at us."

Xie Qin was too lazy to speak.

He took one last puff, threw most of the cigarette on the ground, crushed it, and turned on the live camera.

"Fuck, you actually showed your face!!!!"

"Brother Society came out to make money after being in prison? It's fucking disgusting."

"Yo yo yo hacking people with a knife, the underworld can't afford to provoke them."

"The anchor jumps to social shake."

"My brother is finally back, woo woo woo woo, I miss you so much."

"Report in the upper right corner, this kind of scum and scum is not tolerated by heaven."

The barrage was almost all about "Brother Society" and "Scum". Xie Qin took a look, yawned and burst into tears, and took off the towel to wipe his hair.

There are very few fans who still insist on liking him, and they are quickly buried by the screen full of swear words.

Xie Qin looked lazily, he was emotionally numb to the extreme, and he didn't have any mood swings at all.

He doesn't like to fight with people, and he doesn't want to force him if he can do it. Trolls can't cause real harm across the Internet, so let's scold.

"What time will it be broadcast?" Xie Qin asked casually.

Radio: "21 o'clock."

This was the first sentence he said before the broadcast, and his attitude seemed to be calm, even a little beating.

Sure enough, the bullet screen trolls were blown up in an instant, carrying the keyboard to output crazily, scolding from Xie Qin's sixth uncle to his second uncle and grandpa, and even involved Jiang Yanyu.

"I stabbed these two badass gays to death with half a chicken."

"Oh, oh, oh," Xie Qin clicked his tongue, "Smelly brother, I will use your mother's aunt's blood to paint eyeshadow on your postmenopausal grandma."

"Xie Qin! What are you talking about!" The radio station immediately turned off his mic, "The house manager is muting, calm down! Keep your mouth shut."

Xie Qin didn't speak anymore, stood up and left the camera, and went to get the hard drive where the new song was stored.

When he came back, he still had an extra microphone in his hand. After he finished the sound test, he turned on the accompaniment, held the microphone to his mouth, and started singing.

The beginning of the new song is a section of B-BOX. The towel covers most of Xie Qin's face, his eyes are hidden in the shadows, and only his lips and jawline can be seen.

The barrage of gossip, personal attacks, surprises and praises, etc., were all ignored by Xie Qin.

He is only immersed in his own world and sings, making these listeners extremely redundant.

"Weakly ask, am I the only one who thinks it sounds good..."

"The song is good, but the character is not good. You should boycott it."

"Criticize songs but not people. I like the type of songs he wrote, but I don't like him as a person."

"One thing to say, it sounds good, but no one thinks the melody is very familiar?"

"Familiar with the melody +1, it must be plagiarism."

"It's so fucking ugly. I really don't understand why some people like this kind of song. It's hot. I'll withdraw my brothers first."

"Primary school student? Kong Erjian plagiarism is okay, I'm dying of laughter."

"Fuck, the voice is much lower again!! It sounds so good ah ah ah ah I'm so excited to shit everywhere!!"

Seeing this barrage, Xie Qin wanted to laugh, tilted his head and endured it.

As soon as he brought the microphone to his mouth, he still couldn't help grinning slightly.

The upper row of teeth are neatly exposed, very white, exuding a clean and sunny youthful air.

"My mother, did he just laugh??"

"This brother's smile is amazing. Fuck it, there are completely two people who laugh and don't laugh."

"I beg you to smile more in the future, don't be so sad!"

"Everyone, I'm sorry that I was so disappointing. Sanguan followed the five senses. I fell in love with this brother all of a sudden."

……

From the start of the broadcast to the end of the broadcast, it took less than two hours for Xie Qin, and he didn't say more than twenty sentences. He just sang the new song quietly, and even the audience swiped gifts because the host brother was metabolizing them.

His personality is too straight, and he feels like a mudslide in the live broadcasting world.

Another anchor acted like a baby and begged for a reward. Xie Qin and the barrage online spat, which made people angry and want to laugh.

The key is that his face and voice are too competitive, and the songwriting is really good, so he really has a lot of fans this night.

After the broadcast, Xie Qin went out to eat supper. There was not even a cucumber at home, so he was so hungry that he wanted to eat the legs of the stool.

Feng Liguang is gone, and he can only live a life of eating junk food for three meals a day.

There is a new food stall downstairs, and the fat and fat guys are shirtless and punching wine, and there is a pile of cigarette butts on the ground.

Xie Qin suddenly felt that he had come to heaven.

In the past four years of squatting in a cell, the most difficult thing for him is the addiction to tobacco and alcohol. It is either not allowed to smoke, or there are too many restrictions to smoke at all.

That kind of refreshing feeling that stops abruptly is like being blocked at the last second of masturbation.

Xie Qin took more wine than he ordered, and he could drink enough to fill the table next door. The food stall was too noisy, so he put on headphones.

Damn, how can I write songs so well.

Xie Qin farted in his heart, and ate happily.

One person, one table of food, one case of wine, one night, one miracle.

Sechin drank until 01:30 in the morning.

It was the first time that the road home was so rough. He fell twice in a row, knocked his head, and his stomach was crushed for a while.

Xie Qin rushed to the side of the road, grabbed the trash can and vomited, burying his head in it. After vomiting, his stomach hurt and convulsed.

He drank a bottle of mineral water to rinse his mouth, shook his head twice to stay awake, and walked staggeringly into the corridor.

The lights in the unfinished building were always out of order, and it was dark to climb the stairs. Old men and women were afraid to go out at night, for fear that they would lose their feet and die from a concussion.

Xie Qin had just stepped up two steps when his back was suddenly pulled hard.

While being thrown against the wall, a black shadow pressed down,

His lips were bitten, Xie Qin hissed in pain, and the man took the opportunity to stick his tongue in.

Xie Qin smelled a strong smell of alcohol, and this man was also drunk.

The cell phone rang blindly.

As soon as he took it out of his pocket, he was snatched away in an instant, his mouth was tightly covered by a pair of big hands, Xie Qin couldn't make a sound, and watched helplessly as the answer button was pressed.

"Brother, I can't sleep...can you talk to me..."

"Bye."

A hoarse and deep male voice suppressed anger.

This is the tone of command.

The man held up the phone and told Xie Qin to hang up by himself.

"Ah."

Xie Qin stretched out his arm, grabbed the phone, and threw it into the distance simply and rudely.

Then she pushed the man back against the wall, pinched his chin and kissed him.