Indulge in indulgence

The meaning of Su Wen's words probably translates to that we did have a relationship beyond friendship, but it was all in the past, and I don't want to mention it again.

The filming of today's scene was the most important, but Cen Yi, who performed steadily, was a bit unsatisfactory. Several shots were NG. It is rare to make a mistake that is rarely seen on weekdays. Director Wang felt helpless rubbing his temples , let him go down and adjust himself.

Cen Yi found a corner, casually flipping through the notebook in his hands, the black and white words were too much for his brain, he frowned and didn't know what to think about.

Until a figure came over, a pair of slender hands held mineral water and handed it to him, it was Su Wen.

The pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of Su Wen's nose, but it is not Wen Ye's coquettish and friendly state in the film, a pair of prescription lenses actually deepened his sense of alienation and indifference.

Su Wen sat down next to him, and touched his thin lips: "What's wrong with you, I think you are absent-minded today, and you are very out of shape."

Without saying a word, Cen Yi glanced at Chang Bin who was sitting on a chair with his arms folded not far away from the corner of his eye.

He couldn't say that Chang Bin watched today's episode, his heart was in such a mess, it was hard to get into the drama.

Cen Yi is only in his twenties, more or less young, and has a reckless and frivolous personality. At this age, he can't hide things and is easily swayed by emotions he shouldn't have.

He took a sip of water and said vaguely, "It's nothing, I'll just make some adjustments."

Only Cen Yi knew that apart from this seemingly clear appearance, there were some other factors mixed in.

Su Wen looked at him quietly for a while, then took off his glasses, and pinned them on his collar naturally, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes under his smooth black hair, his pupils were as dark and dull as his master, but if you want to carefully Looking at it, you can see the delicate shimmer in the depths of your eyes.

Su Wen sighed silently, and looked ahead: "Cen Yi, we have been together for more than two months without knowing it.

The filming has also reached the final finishing stage, and in less than two weeks, "Darkness" will be finished. "

Cen Yi was silent, feeling uncomfortable: "Yes."

Finishing, means that it will be difficult for him to meet Su Wen again, and maybe they will part ways.

After all the calculations, he has joined quite a few crews in the past two years, whether it is friends or CPs, no matter how affectionate they are when co-acting, it is only during co-acting.

In the future, if they are bundled and hyped, and then unbundled, there will be very few chances to see them again.

It is precisely because of this that Cen Yi hopes that the filming progress can be slowed down a little bit. He cherishes the time with Su Wen, and he is not willing to end the time in such a hurry.

He has his own selfish and childish selfishness, even though he knows that such thoughts are funny and ridiculous, let alone affect the shooting, but he can't control it.

Cen Yi's hand holding the mineral water bottle was tight, and his mind was filled with endless contempt and ridicule towards himself.

"Listen to me, Cen Yi."

Su Wen seemed to see through his deeper uneasiness, and his hand dropped to cover the back of his hand, with some damp and hot force in the palm.

"You are a good actor, you just need to follow along, this work will bring you unprecedented honor."

His voice was flat and gentle, it sounded like waves and waves, but it had a very strong penetrating power.

Cen Yi moved his fingers.

"I am very happy to be able to act with you, you are a very good junior.

Now that we have reached the final chapter, whether it is for the work or the actors themselves, we must try our best not to leave any regrets, and not let the previous efforts go to waste.

This is what you, and me, should do, you understand? "

After Su Wen said these words, he stood up and patted Cen Yi's shoulder lightly: "You rest for a while, adjust and go find me over there."

Su Wen paused, and said softly, "You can sit a little longer, I'll wait for you."

Cen Yi looked at Su Wen's leaving back.

The dust falling on the man's eyelashes could be vaguely seen under the light, and he was caught in this piece of air dust that could not hide. No one knew what he was thinking or thinking at this moment.

Naturally, he didn't see that when Su Wen said those words just now, there was a fleeting, subtle sadness in Su Wen's expression.

He didn't know how long he sat before he got up in silence, and walked towards Su Wen in front of the camera steadily.

***

In the corridor, the sensor lights flickered amidst the sound of footsteps.

The scream of the woman muffled behind the door was like a taut thread that would break at the touch of a finger, pulling nerves.

Tonight's night sky is starless and moonless, like endless thick ink.

Wen Ye strode towards the top floor, kicking open the rotten iron gate at the end, and after several failed attempts, he slammed his head in.

Terrible inertia made him stagger a few steps, almost falling into the room.

The room was dark and lightless, and the switch was broken.

The rusty smell of iron lingers in the nostrils, and the smell becomes stronger the further you go in.

Wen Ye took a few steps inside, the soles of his feet were slippery and wet and sticky.

All the blood had faded from his cheeks—there was blood on the ground.

He wasn't sure how long it had been since the murder happened. Under the faint moonlight that penetrated through the screen window, he saw the man lying in a pool of blood.

Wen Ye stumbled over, squatted down calmly, checked his breath, and sure enough, there was no air flow.

Suddenly he heard a tiny scream.

He raised his eyes, and there was a girl curled up behind the sofa in front of him.

She hid behind the narrow sofa with her hair disheveled, her hands tightly covering her mouth, and she looked at Wen Ye in horror, with tears all over her face.

The sudden appearance of survivors caught him off guard, and Wen Ye was taken aback.

He swallowed, forced himself to calm down, took a step forward, and whispered, "Little sister, you..."

The girl suddenly screamed and shook her head, then backed away with hands and feet.

Suddenly, a thick black shadow came from behind.

A strong arm pinned Wen Ye's neck, dragging him back forcefully.

Wen Ye let out a muffled snort, and could hear the man's heavy panting coming from his ears.

He heard the man's cold and familiar voice: "Why are one or two getting in the way so much today?"

The strong sense of suffocation made him frowned in pain, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a silver light in the man's hand, like a knife.

Wen Ye gritted his teeth and fumbled in his pocket, and took out a Swiss Army knife.

He drew the blade out with trembling fingertips, and just as the opponent was stabbing at him, he thrust the blade into the opponent's arm forcefully.

Warm blood flowed out.

The man behind snorted and threw him out.

Wen Ye's head slammed into the corner of the coffee table, he stood up after a short period of dizziness and severe pain, and the man in his sight rushed towards him like a beast.

The two rolled around in the pool of dirty blood for a few times. Wen Ye was completely out of the same size and strength as the man. He was suppressed very quickly, and was smashed twice on the table by his hair.

Wen Ye finally lost his strength, he fell limply on the ground, and the moment he saw the person in front of him clearly, he firmly grabbed his throat with both hands.

The man laughed lightly, and said, "What a coincidence, Professor."

What was in sight was Xie Chifeng's stern face.

They have the same eyebrows and eyes, but their expressions are quite different—it is a devil in human skin.

Wen Ye's face turned pale, and he coughed up some froth from his throat: "Captain Xie...as expected...it's you."

Xie Chifeng didn't have any anger or rage after his identity was revealed. On the contrary, his expression was rarely comfortable, and there was even a trace of relief and pride that his identity was exposed by Wen Ye.

He leaned down, put his lips gently against Wen Ye's ear, paused each word, and whispered in an extremely ambiguous whisper: "You shouldn't come. In this world, the person I don't want to kill is you."

He moved away from Wen Ye's ear, leaned forward slightly, pointed at the trembling girl huddled in the corner with his finger, and said softly: "You should really take a closer look, that child is full of scars.

There are belt smokes, soot burns, and traces of sexual/assault. "

He nodded to the man whose body was so cold: "This man is not worthy of being called a father.

He should be cut into pieces and die in the most painful and shameful way. I will kill him because he deserves to die.

Since the law can't bring them punishment, let me do it instead.

What do you think is wrong? "

Wen Ye was already in a daze, his eyes trembling and slack: "No...it shouldn't be...it's not like this..."

He convulsed in pain, and when he was dying, Xie Chifeng let go of his hand.

"But I'm curious."

Xie Chifeng looked at him amusedly, with a gentle look in his eyes: "How did you find out, my good friend?"

Oxygen was poured into the lungs suddenly, and Wen Ye lay on his back on the ground, coughing violently.

At this moment, this terrifying murderous maniac was staring straight at him, with longing written in those bloodthirsty and terrifying eyes.

At least at this moment, he really wanted to get an answer from Wen Ye.

When he looked over with his eyes open like this, there was a trace of innocence in his expression that had never been wiped out.

Wen Ye spoke slowly, with a hoarse voice: "... There were a few investigations that were too late, and I stayed overnight at your house... You were not in the right state at a certain time, but you still don't remember... One night, cough ...put a silver pendant on your body while you were asleep."

He spoke very slowly, very slowly, like a broken gourd leaking air, and with a little more force, he would shatter.

After thinking for a while, Xie Chifeng laughed: "It turns out that you have suspected me since then."

After he finished laughing, he fell silent, staring at Wen Ye in a daze, with an imperceptible soft sadness in his dull and cold expression: "At least we are friends, if you have any wishes before you die, you might as well tell them."

Wen Ye's Adam's apple moved, but he still said, "Come closer."

He was so broken that he couldn't be broken anymore. Xie Chifeng was not worried that the other party would suddenly explode, so he put his ear close to him and asked, "What?"

Wen Ye pressed his ear and took a deep breath.

When he spoke, his tone was very indifferent from just now: "Xie Chifeng, I'll count to three, you should wake up."

"one."

Xie Chifeng suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if struck by lightning: "...what?"

"two."

He looked at the man lying on the ground in disbelief.

"three."

clang---

The bell rang.

The author says:

Thank you Sanlian! !