The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

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In the silent room, Wang Ye's body was covered with pipes, and his breathing was accompanied by the sound of the heart pulse monitoring equipment, which fell into the air very clearly.

Outside the window, there were a few migratory birds that had sneaked into the south for the winter and were singing. Shen Moyan wanted to stretch out his hand to peel off his hair, but the moment he touched it, he still clenched his fingertips and let it fall down.

Even in a coma and deep sleep, this face is still sharp-edged as if it is favored by a god, like a beautiful crown carved with fine brushwork, like jade, exuding a faint aura of rebellion and arrogance.

Shen Moyan lowered his head and looked at his features carefully, and laughed dumbfounded. In fact, how could he make a mistake? Except for the similar skin, Wang Ye is very much like a nimble cheetah. This evil spirit has never dissipated.

But his Shaoqing is a big tree in the sky, full of green leaves, gentle and elegant, but his heart is different from the tenacity and tolerance of the world, as if nothing can shake it.

Even when he died, he seemed to be sleeping peacefully, without any unwillingness to be seen.

It's time to let go of Wang Ye, Shen Moyan looked away, it's better to think that he should leave, he gave Xue Shaoqing his heart early, how could he be shaken.

How can I feel sad at the moment.

Wang Ye seemed to hear the movement, and slowly opened his eyes with fluttering eyelashes. He was in a weak trance and couldn't focus immediately. He looked at the ceiling in confusion, and it took him a while to realize that the light of the man sitting beside him was gathering and flickering in the pupils.

"Mo Yan..." The dry throat seemed to be gritted and hoarse. Wang Ye's weak voice passed through the oxygen mask, making it unreal. His palms struggled to reach out to grab him, but there was no strength left. trembling.

Shen Moyan tightened his jaw, but he still held his palm while hesitating, the warmth was instantly transmitted to the skin, and his hot heart swelled.

"Why...don't you come to see me..." Wang Ye tried his best to draw an arc, his lips were so white that they almost lost their blood, and his eyes were as soft as clouds floating in the sky: "Is it because you are too busy at work..."

"Mo Yan... Come closer... I miss you so much..." he sighed.

His fingers trembled as if he had exhausted all his strength, and they were clenched together paranoidly, as if the man in front of him would disappear without a trace if he didn't hold on tightly at this moment.

The air seemed to be frozen, even the breathing of each other seemed sticky, Shen Moyan took a breath, subconsciously clenched his lips, his eyes were empty as if he couldn't see him.

"What's the matter..." Wang Ye laughed, but immediately began to cough, his lips turned from pale to dark purple, and he groaned and groaned slightly when the wound was touched, but he still refused to let go of that hand, and said with difficulty: "You Why don't you speak... I...have made you angry again..."

Shen Moyan's fingertips gradually lost temperature, and he was shivering from the cold. He lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look any more. He suddenly withdrew his hands and stood up: "I'm sorry, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Mo Yan..." Wang Ye immediately grabbed his sleeve, propped up the wound on his body and tore it open, oozing bright red blood stains, infecting the blue and white ward: "Don't go..."

Every time Wang Ye said something, he was sleepy and panting heavily, but he still refused to let go of his fingers: "Is it because I didn't protect you well...so you are angry...don't come to see me, right..."

Cold sweat fell down on the white sheet along the eyes and cheeks, smudged into a dark gray water stain. Shen Moyan only felt the burning and stinging pain in his eye sockets. He stared at the deep red blood oozing with his wide eyes, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"No... you're bleeding... lie down... you lie down..." He helped Wang Ye to lie down incoherently, turned around and wanted to bite his finger, and then changed his mind to find a doctor or nurse, but just as he took a step, he realized that the hem of his clothes was still on his back Wang Ye's hand.

"I'm going to call a doctor... Your wound is open... You must call a doctor..." Shen Moyan's mind came back to the corpse in the mass grave, he avoided looking at him again, and lowered his hands to break him and pull him away.

"Don't..." Wang Ye shook his head vigorously, stubbornly like a child, looked at the man deeply and smiled and said, "Talk to me...I haven't talked to you for a long time..."

Shen Moyan's chest was in pain, and his lower lip was almost bitten.

"Okay..." His voice was as soft as a dying person, and he turned around and sat on the chair in a daze, but his eyes were fixed on the bloodstain and trembled.

"Shen Moyan..." Wang Ye was almost at a loss for words, but he still said, "I miss you so much..."

His breathing was so weak that it seemed to be blown away by the wind, and he touched every inch of the man's lines with his fingertips, as if engraving his memory in this way.The strength of his body was gradually disappearing, he closed his eyes, frowned and gritted his teeth to bear it, but he refused to groan or groan, but his mind became clearer because of the pain.

Wang Ye suddenly wanted to say something, and dragged Shen Moyan with his fingers, refusing to relax, recalling that his body was a little weak all his life.

It was the first time he was talking about this to others, so his voice was particularly obscure, like a box that had been rotting in his heart for too long, and it always made old noises when it was opened.

"When I was a child... my father betrayed my mother..." He looked at the ceiling of the ward, as if he was trying to remember.

"They fight every day... hate each other every day... I'm so scared, I hide in a cupboard...

"It's ridiculous... At the beginning I looked like a fool..."

Wang Ye chuckled, and then his voice trembled, and his eyes became more serious.

"But one day...I hid for a long time...for a long time...they were still arguing...I ran out and hid quietly in the corner to peek..."

"I saw...the mother pushed the father...the father fell to the ground...a lot of blood...."

"My mother ran over and hugged me, saying it was just an accident, and my father deserved everything...I didn't dare to cry, I hid under the table and watched the ambulance come to pick up my father's body, those doctors and nurses pretended to do their best to save my father... But we Everyone knows that my father is dead...will never wake up again..."

Wang Ye turned his head to look at him, hooked the corners of his pale lips, stroked the tip of his hair with his fingers and asked lightly: "Did I scare you? I shouldn't have said it, but I was afraid that I would die like this, so I said it again." There was no chance to say it."

Shen Moyan poked his neck, lowered his eyes and sniffed, showing no emotion, but his face was pale as if sick: "You won't die."

"Who knows?" Wang Ye laughed at himself, and said slowly, "I was only 16 years old when my father died that year...who can say for sure..."

"I won't let you die." Shen Moyan looked at him, although his face was expressionless, his fingers were clenched into balls.

"Stupid..." Wang Ye was dumbfounded, and his voice was as soft as pampering: "You know... When I was 19 years old... I designed and forced away an uncle who watched me grow up... so that no one in the industry dared to use it again. he…"

"20 years old...Killed my uncle..."

"You said... am I a devil..."

Wang Ye turned to look at him, with a sad and lonely grin on the corner of his mouth.

"Everyone is afraid of me...all hate me...even my mother thinks of my father when she sees me..."

"She also fears me...because she killed her own husband..."

"I thought... I'll just live like this... Anyway, I don't care... They are afraid of me so they don't dare to harm me... They hate me so they can't do anything about me..."

"How could you like me..." Wang Ye tilted his head and meditated: "People like me...can't even raise a dog...how can you be so stupid...to fall in love with me..."

Shen Moyan bit his lip, his body was as stiff as a marionette, trying his best to suppress the spread of the tingling pain in his heart.

"But, I'm really happy... You are like a miracle bestowed on me by God... You broke into my life all of a sudden... It's haunting... And beautiful..." Wang Ye's voice was already inaudible.

"Shen Moyan...thank you..."

"thank you for loving me…"

"Makes me feel...happy..."

The warm palm suddenly fell down, and Wang Ye seemed to be trying his best to pull out a smile, but he couldn't open his eyes anymore, and the bedside instrument made harsh and messy noises.

"No! Don't!" Shen Moyan felt that he was crazy, he bit his finger and stuffed it into his mouth, watching the blood flow into his mouth to absorb it.

Not enough, tear it apart again, and continue to drip onto his wound.

When the crowd outside the door broke in, both of them were covered with mottled bright red blood, like cinnabar moles between the white clothes and sheets.

The sound of exclamation, wailing, and electric current for rescue was deafening.

He fell on the concrete floor, curled up into a ball, his tears were so surging that he couldn't restrain it, whimpering like a wounded little victim.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...I'm sorry..."