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This time, Zhou Langye booked the tickets too late, and he couldn't get the back row or the corner seats as usual, only the VIP seats in the front row, which cost 980 yuan, and the last four seats left.

His air ticket has already been issued, and the big picture mode of the poster dedicated to Bai Hui on the computer screen has not been turned off.

Zhou Langye looked at the four seats that were close to the stage, hesitated for a while, and finally moved the mouse to the seat selection area, and clicked to confirm the purchase.

He took a few cold medicines before boarding the plane, and sat groggy in the business class of the plane through the twelve-hour international flight.The landing is already at 07:30 p.m. domestic time, and the performance will start at [-]:[-].

Zhou Langye bought a bag of two black masks at the duty-free shop at the airport, and when he walked out of the VIP passage, the driver who came to pick him up was already waiting outside.He got into the back seat sideways and told the driver to take him to the performance theater on Wenhui Road, East Third Ring Road.

The car stopped and went in the evening rush hour traffic, driving very anxiously.Zhou Langye was dizzy, drank half a bottle of water on an empty stomach, and closed his eyes for a while in the air-conditioned car.In the dream, he seemed to vaguely see Bai Hui walking towards him, leaning over and whispering intimately in his ear, Zhou Langye couldn't hear clearly, struggled for a long time in the dream, and suddenly sat up.

There was a continuous sound of horns in his ears, and the car stopped at a watertight intersection. He couldn't recover for a long time, looking at the setting sun that was about to fall outside the front window, his chest seemed to be pressed by a huge stone, and he was almost out of breath. I can't breathe.

Bai Hui's character often does not interact with the audience because of his special identity.

Not long after he took the stage that day, the stage rotated to the area where Zhou Langye was, and he immediately saw the man sitting in the first row.

Somewhat different from the audience around him, Zhou Langye was wearing a mask, shirt and slacks, with his head drooping slightly, as if he was not in good spirits.Only when Bai Hui's chanting appeared, would he raise his head and look at the stage.

Bai Hui acted as devotedly as before, and his attention did not stay on the man.However, when he and many actors had a very quiet moment of silence, he still inevitably heard a few short coughs from the audience, which seemed to come from the direction where Zhou Langye was sitting.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the handsome figure standing up, then walked out of the theater with his upper body lowered.

A thought flashed in Bai Hui's mind, since he was sick, why did he rush here? ——There seemed to be a trace of sourness and uneasiness in it that he didn't want to think about.

When the last scene was played, Zhou Langye came in again in the dark, still wearing a mask, sitting in the first row.

Soon came the interactive session on and off the stage. The plot here is to let several actors walk down to the auditorium and randomly give the audience a chance to make a wish.In the past, due to the limited performance funds, all the wish cards were handed to the audience. As the reputation of the show got better, the tickets were almost sold out, and the sponsors invested more, and the wish cards were replaced with wish bottles.There is a label on the bottle for writing.

When Bai Hui picked up two glass bottles and left the stage, there was a slight commotion in the audience.This is the first time he has performed nearly [-] times off the stage to interact.

But when he reached the first row of seats, he stopped and did not move forward.

Surprised by his arrival, Zhou Langye looked up at him, as if he wanted to explain why he was here, but he was surrounded by the attention of other audience members, so he didn't say anything in the end.Bai Hui handed him the bottle and colored pen, and Zhou Langye took it in his hand. After hesitating for a few seconds, he unscrewed the cap of the pen and wrote a few words on the bottle, then handed the bottle back to Bai Hui.

Unexpectedly, Bai Hui took the water-based pen from Zhou Langye's hand first, and quickly wrote a few strokes on the bottle in his own hand.While taking Zhou Langye's bottle, he gave him the bottle he had written.

On the glass bottle returned by Zhou Langye, there were three words written on it, "Regret medicine".

And the bottle that Bai Hui gave him also had three words on it, "Water of Forgetfulness".

Bai Hui saw the man lower his head and read the words on the bottle clearly. Maybe it was because of the embarrassment after being rejected, Zhou Langye didn't raise his head again.Bai Hui also turned around and returned to the stage, put the bottle in his hand on a corner of the stage, and continued to perform.

Until the final curtain call, he never looked at the direction where Zhou Langye was sitting.

After the performance, there is an autograph session for the audience.

The stage manager of the play set up a long table in the front hall, and the five leading actors changed back to casual clothes from the backstage and sat behind the table, while the audience who received the single poster queued up to sign.

The audience in front of Bai Hui's table was the largest, with a visual estimate of about [-] or [-] people, lined up from the hall to the door.

The staff maintaining order held a loudspeaker and raised their voices to the audience, "Everyone line up and don't crowd! Please pay attention to safety. We will sign every poster!"

Taking advantage of the gap between the staff talking, Bai Hui looked out of the theater a little distractedly, and then inadvertently caught that familiar figure.

The theater's glass walls are flanked by two decorative columns on which the weekly performances are hung.

Zhou Langye stood by the column alone, the mask he was wearing earlier had been taken off, revealing half of his profiled face.His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, he was holding a long scroll that looked like a poster in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, and the pocket of his slacks was bulging, as if he was holding the wish bottle.

Bai Hui stared blankly at that figure, recalling the moment when he and Zhou Langye faced each other just now, and saw the obvious bloodshot eyes.In his impression, he seemed to have never seen such a depressed Zhou Langye.

The audience was crowded in the hall, chatting and laughing, waiting to sign autographs with their favorite actors.But he was standing outside the dimly lit theater, there was no car to pick him up, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave, just leaning against the column and smoking one cigarette after another.

No matter how Bai Hui guessed, he couldn't imagine that Zhou Langye was hesitating at this time whether to come in and ask him for an autograph.

When Zhou Langye took over the poster from the staff, he was told that the signature was not written in the morning, but had to be done on the spot.But he just got the bottle with "Forget Love Water" written by Bai Hui himself during the performance, and he felt as uncomfortable as being cut by a knife.

Knowing that he was not liked by Bai Hui, he didn't dare to go in and ask Bai Hui for his autograph.So he stood outside the theater and smoked two or three cigarettes, and occasionally took a second look at Bai Hui through the crowd while he was buried in his autograph.

It was rainy in early July in summer, Zhou Langye stood for about half an hour, and the strong wind brought raindrops down.

After all, he still had a cold and was very tired, so he thought about it and thought that he would not be able to get this autograph tonight.So I called and informed the driver to pick me up, and at the same time retreated to the eaves away from the main entrance to shelter from the rain.

The eaves decoration of this piece is basically for the sake of beauty, not much practicality.Zhou Langye stood below for more than ten minutes, both shoulders and trouser legs were soaked by the rain.

When he got into the car, the driver held an umbrella for him, but his back was still a bit embarrassed.

Bai Hui watched him leave from a distance, and then an audience member came up and wanted to take a photo with him. When Bai Hui smiled to match the other party, he suddenly felt that he couldn't smile.

Back at the rented apartment that night, Bai Hui was lying on the bed, tossing and turning rarely able to fall asleep.The way Zhou Langye looked up at him while sitting in the theater, and the way he smoked alone, always lingered in his mind.

Bai Hui secretly scolded himself for being useless, Zhou Langye was just selling out for something he couldn't get, and he could no longer soften his heart because of this man.

He had made countless concessions and compromises for him, forcing himself to retreat, thinking that one day the other party would understand the feeling of deep love.

In the end, he was just belittled by him again and again without a bottom line, until finally he was scarred and exchanged for a free body.

Bai Hui opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, and suddenly remembered that Weibo account that he hadn't logged in for a long time.He remembered the last dozens of updates on it, all of which described his despair and helplessness at the time.

So he stood up, added a Weibo to his new phone, and logged into his account again, wanting to read these records again, reminding himself to learn from the pain and not to repeat the same mistakes.

As soon as he entered the homepage, as many as seventy or eighty comment prompts popped up continuously.Bai Hui opened a comment full of doubts, and found that an account with the ID "Zhou1009" had written a lot of messages on his Weibo three years ago.

The content of that Weibo is simple: The senior said that he will report to me if he returns home late or has a party.Then, forgive him this time.

The following message lasted for nearly half a year.

——Drinking for entertainment, you are not at home when you come back.

——I went to the Liujin club, and I got home at ten o'clock, and I didn't touch anyone or anything that had a scent.

——A four-day business trip, come back next Monday.

——I'm late for the meeting, I'll be home right away.

.......

Bai Hui swipe the screen slowly, looking down one by one.Finally, he clicked on the profile picture of that ID, which was a pink puppet pig.

At a reception many years ago, Zhou Langye held the pig and said to him, "Why do you look so angry?" Box admitted to him that he was another pig.

It was the pig, who was set as the profile picture by that always cold and heartless man.