After being reborn for the shadow emperor, he tore the script of abuse by hand

Pei Yunjiu helped Hang Wan'er up from the ground, then turned around as a gentleman, blocked the camera with her body, and smiled.

Feeling threatened, the camera teacher backed away silently, and stopped in place until he was sure that Hang Wan'er would not appear in the camera, waiting silently.

This time, no one scolded the cameraman and Pei Yunjiu, everyone wailed and begged Hang Wan'er to finish her makeup before coming out, so that it would be convenient for you and me!

Being disturbed by this, Hang Wan'er's pale face turned red, she tidied her hair in a hurry, and coughed lightly in embarrassment, "I, I'm fine."

Pei Yunjiu turned sideways slightly, covering the camera while smiling at her: "Are you still afraid?"

Hang Wan'er looked at the sky: "Just tell me, have you been scared by me?"

Pei Yunjiu:?

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What? You still fight poison with poison?"

Hang Wan'er bared her teeth and smiled: "Xue Ke taught me, it seems quite useful."

Pei Yunjiu: "...Is this the military division like sesame glutinous rice balls?"

He complained, raised his hand and patted Hang Wan'er's shoulder, and smiled: "Okay, now it's your turn to pretend to be a ghost to scare people."

Hang Wan'er, who was blushing just now, turned pale immediately.

"Then what... I..." Hang Wan'er backed away with her mouth pursed, about to cry, "Don't, help me!"

Looking at Hang Wan'er, who was surrounded by camera brothers and walked downstairs, Pei Yunjiu clapped her hands and sighed: "People are scary, scary to death."

The cameraman who followed him hadn't left yet, and now he watched Pei Yunjiu go out with his equipment, and he could leave only after Pei Yunjiu found a new location.

The cameraman followed step by step. When passing by the next room, Pei Yunjiu looked back at the camera teacher who was following behind, and paused slightly.

The corner of the clothes that was caught in the closet door just now was torn off by Yan Qing from him. Pei Yunjiu was very familiar with the colors, materials and patterns.

Thinking of the movement in the closet, Pei Yunjiu felt a little flustered, but he didn't know if the live broadcast camera had been cut away, and he didn't dare to act rashly in front of the audience in the live broadcast room.

Pei Yunjiu suppressed her heart palpitations, slowly raised her steps, and was about to leave the penultimate room.

At this moment, there were another series of dull sounds in the room again, as dull as hitting solid wood with hands, which made Pei Yunjiu's heart tremble.

He stopped in his tracks and immediately turned around and rushed into the room.

The cameraman was taken aback, and the audience who were still looking at Pei Yunjiu's perspective was taken aback.

In the next second, Pei Yunjiu's still image was cut off, leaving only darkness.

Barrage:【? 】

[Here we go again!Who is in that room, so mysterious? 】

【Depend on!Can you tell me who that is, I'm so anxious to death]

[No, you cut the live broadcast and put ads?Is it a bit too much?]

【:）Forcing me to watch post-editing, right?】

【Grass, what a suspense】

【…】

Looking at the stream of barrage in the live broadcast room, the staff member wiped his sweat with his hand and said with a guilty conscience: "Is this really going to be okay?"

The person next to him murmured softly, "You can cut it if the director tells you to. Anyway, someone is responsible for it, so don't worry."

It was not only the live broadcast room that was cut off from Pei Yunjiu's perspective, but also all the staff of the program group.

After Pei Yunjiu rushed into the room, she locked the door behind her backhand.

The cameraman was locked out by him, and only the camera in the corner of the room was still working normally.

After he entered the room, he looked around and picked up a lantern from the table.Then he walked to a cabinet that was two meters high and one meter wide, quickly opened the door and got in, so fast that the camera had no time to capture the picture inside the cabinet.

The staff in the studio were stunned and looked at the director cautiously.

The director looked calm, and pointed his fingers at the scene on Hang Wan'er's side, "Cut it here, Hang Wan'er is afraid of ghosts, so we will focus on shooting Hang Wan'er's reaction later."

Worker: "Huh? Oh - good!"

Now is the time when the storm is at its most violent, and the lush trees outside the house are crumbling, and they are dyed with light by bursts of thunder spots, reflecting a cold luster.

Cold, noisy and dark.

The light of the lantern was too dazzling, the moment it was lit, Yan Qing closed his eyes and was a little dazed for a moment.

He curled up against the cabinet wall, his hands wrapped around his knees, his lips and arms were soaked with blood, at this moment he raised his head slightly, and the cold sweat on his forehead slid down his jawline.

Maybe it was too dark, the dark eyes were dim, and there was only a haze at the bottom of the eyes.

Pei Yunjiu's eyes hurt.

He suppressed the light of the lantern and put it behind him.

The dazzling light was blocked, and the remaining light diffused softly, illuminating the large and cold wardrobe.

"Senior..." Yan Qing called him softly, and raised her lips feebly.

Pei Yunjiu bent her knees and squatted, and snatched the piece of cloth that he was holding tightly in his hand.

Yan Qing had no strength in his hands, and Pei Yunjiu snatched the baby without noticing it for a moment. He opened his mouth and looked up at Pei Yunjiu, with a little bit of grievance printed in his dim black eyes.

Pei Yunjiu gritted her teeth, and couldn't help raising her hand to shudder.When it fell, I felt distressed again, and when I smashed it, there was not even a red mark on Yan Qing's forehead.

Yan Qing pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Still biting!" Pei Yunjiu said bitterly, "You try biting your lips again."

While admonishing others, he unfolded the corner of his clothes and carefully wiped the blood on Yan Qing's arm.

There are tooth marks, fingernail marks, and bruises that cannot be distinguished from the wound.

Pei Yunjiu's heart ached, he held Yan Qing's arms up, exhaled lightly, and said distressedly: "Are there any other injuries on your body?"

Yan Qing blinked, just looking at him.

Pei Yunjiu was distressed and angry, holding his arm in one hand, and poking Yan Qing's head with the other hand: "What did you do to hurt yourself so much, your body is mine! No one is allowed to torment your body without my permission, understand!"

Yan Qing was poked lightly by him, but it didn't hurt at all.

Pei Yunjiu didn't expect him to answer, and cleaned Yan Qing's bleeding wounds on his own.

Bloodstains are easy to deal with, but wounds are not. There are six or seven bleeding teeth marks on the arm alone, not including those bruises from bumps.

He thought for a while, and said softly: "Wait for me, I'll ask the program crew for a medicine box."

Before Pei Yunjiu had time to get up, Yan Qing suddenly hugged her.

"Hiss—what are you doing!" Pei Yunjiu sat down suddenly, and said angrily, "Let go! The wound burst open again!"

Yan Qing refused, wrapped his hands tightly around Pei Yunjiu's waist, and pressed his chin against his shoulder precisely.

What a big person, just jumping up and pestering him like this, visually, he suddenly looks smaller by more than half.

For a moment, Pei Yunjiu didn't know whether it was a kangaroo giving birth or a sloth hugging a tree, he just felt so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

Concerned about the pain on Yan Qing's body, he didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only call out his name bitterly: "Yan Qing!"

The grip around my body loosened a bit, but it was still tight.

Pei Yunjiu looked at the dark top of the cabinet and rolled his eyes, "I won't leave, let go first, do you want to murder?"

Yan Qing let go of her hands as she said, but her body didn't move, still in the position of a sloth hugging a tree.

Pei Yunjiu looked down at the young man who was half a head taller than him. He stared at the boy and sighed, "Tell me, what are you afraid of? Thunder? Darkness? Or cold?"

It's just that we haven't seen each other for about ten minutes. Yan Qing, who was fine just now, has become like this. Apart from the increasingly irritable lightning and thunder outside, Pei Yunjiu can't think of other reasons.

Yan Qing leaned against Pei Yunjiu's shoulder, and his gaze fell directly on the dazzling lantern.

What was so dark just before his eyes was now so white that it made him dizzy, so that he didn't hear Pei Yunjiu's question for a while, and just hugged quietly.

This posture was so stiff that Pei Yunjiu's back hurt.

He gritted his teeth and moved back while comforting him, "Yan Qing, move, move back, my back hurts."

Yan Qing, who hadn't moved just now, relaxed his posture, and followed Pei Yunjiu's movements, moving from one side of the closet to the other.

Feeling the returning to the cold cabinet board, Pei Yunjiu shuddered.

The wind outside was so loud that it could be heard clearly even in the closet. Pei Yunjiu peeked out through the crack in the closet door, and saw the sky outside light up. In that instant, the night was as bright as day.

Pei Yunjiu's pupils shrank, and she subconsciously raised her hand to cover Yan Qing's ears.

It's just that Pei Yunjiu's reaction was a step slow, and he still didn't have time to isolate the thunder for Yan Qing.

Accompanied by the sound of 'Boom', Pei Yunjiu felt his heart tremble.

Yan Qing, who finally regained his composure, trembled all over.

He blocked Pei Yunjiu's hand, hugged his ears, and cold sweat instantly overflowed his face.The hard teeth once again bit the scabbed lips, blood oozing faintly.

"Yan Qing!" Pei Yunjiu took a deep breath and shouted, "Let go!"

Yan Qing couldn't hear, he covered his ears tightly, and couldn't hear anything.

The thin and haggard old man walked towards him step by step, and he cursed every word in the sharpest language.

Every word and sentence, with a messy conversation of unknown origin, suddenly filled Yan Qing's mind.

"You are not the grandson of the Yan family."

"Yan Qing, don't listen to grandpa's nonsense. He is just sick. Be good. Mom will take you out to play, okay?"

"Why did you come back! Why didn't you die outside!"

"Yan Qing! Yan Qing is here! Come on, he's drowning!"

"You don't deserve it, you don't deserve it, you don't deserve it—"

"You are my younger brother, the second young master of the Yan family, and the biological son of my parents."

"If it wasn't for Yan Zhong, I would have thrown you out of the house long ago! Get lost!"

"Grandpa! Be sober, this is a proof of blood relationship, Yan Qing is your own grandson!

"..."

"Is the patient's family members here? Old man, go and prepare for the funeral."

"Yan Qing! That's your grandfather! Why did you do this! Beast—!"

"..."

"Dad, this is surveillance, Yan Qing didn't do anything."

"But...why did your grandfather's suicide note—"

"Monitoring is here, it's up to you to believe it or not."

"..."

"Yan Qing, I'm brother, it's been three days, can you wake up? Don't scare me."

"He's awake, he's awake, Doctor—!"

"...

The messy memories are like a kaleidoscope, they can be combined and appear at random, so random that they can combine nightmares into attractive dreams.

Then there was a 'bang', like gorgeous fireworks, fragmented in the darkness.

Yan Qing stood quietly in the corner of the hospital. He looked at the people coming and going, at the child who was kicked against the wall by his furious father, and at the sad-looking mother next to him, slightly lost in thought.

The child was only in his teens, and he was slapped three times, thrown against the wall and onto a chair.

The doctors watched from the sidelines, frowning tightly, and dared not speak out in anger. Only the old director tremblingly persuaded: "Mr. Yan, this is your son!"

The person called Mr. Yan pointed at the operating room bitterly, and said angrily, "I don't have such a beast son!"

"..."

Xu Shi made too much noise, the woman dressed as a noble lady who had been sitting at the side stood up quietly, and said calmly: "Your father is dead, but Yan Qing is not dead yet. If you continue to fight, then we will divorce. Be strict with me."

"impossible!"

"I recorded a video, if you touch him again, this video will immediately appear in Yan Zhong's phone."

"go away!"

"..."

On the day of Grandpa's death, Tiangong also sent down lightning bolts, and thunder filled the ears, lighting up the dark hospital and Yan's mansion.

When did this farce end?

It seemed that the elder brother who had gone to the summer camp hurried back, found out the surveillance camera that had been tampered with by the butler, and found out the real reason of grandpa's death, and the Yan family mansion was completely quiet.

When he was young, Yan Qing knew that he was different from other people. He was quiet, not talkative, and withdrawn like a ghost. No one could notice his existence except his brother.

Grandpa doesn't like him, father is busy outside, mother is busy socializing, after elder brother is forced to study abroad, only him and grandpa are left in the huge Yan family house.

The gloomy mansion, the mean butler, the cruel grandpa...

These are the only memories of his childhood.

The nightmares I haven't seen for a long time broke through the shackles, and they rushed out like a flood with the thunder, attacking every inch of the defense line that Yan Qing worked so hard to build.

The feeling of sticking to the line of defense is very uncomfortable, so Yan Qing chooses to use other pains to divert his attention.

He bit his lip, pinched his fingers into his arm forcefully, the pain spilled out, entangled in those memory fragments.

For a moment, Yan Qing couldn't tell which one hurt more.I could only use more force, and more force, until a touch of warmth covered his lips, forcefully prying open his tightly locked teeth.

"Yan Qing..."

Pei Yunjiu looked at the lips that had finally scabbed and fell off, feeling so distressed that it was hard to breathe, he called softly: "Yan Qing, kiss me."

"Yan Qing..."

"Yan Qing..."

"Let go, don't bite yourself, okay?"

"..."

Pei Yunjiu murmured vaguely, he licked Yan Qing's wound bit by bit, pried open his teeth with difficulty, and comforted him patiently and gently.

The thunder outside the house hadn't stopped yet, Yan Qing's stimulation gradually increased, but the kiss was not enough to wake him up.

After noticing Yan Qing's state, Pei Yunjiu frowned, and he bit Yan Qing's lips anxiously.In the end, Pei Yunjiu simply backed out, and then hugged him fiercely.

His embrace was too strong, Yan Qing's wounds all over his body were brought into pain, and a low cry of pain escaped from the corners of his lips.

This posture is the posture that Yan Qing hugged just now.

Pei Yunjiu sat up straight, pulled off his collar, and his shoulders naturally came to Yan Qing's lips.

Pei Yunjiu took a deep breath and whispered, "Yan Qing, bite me."

Yan Qing trembled all over, and at the same time, the thunder outside the house exploded again, rumbling and rumbling continuously, making Yan Qing feel pain in his head.

He whimpered and bit his lip hard.

Pei Yunjiu went straight to his hands, forcefully opened his lips, and brought them over to touch his shoulders.

"boom--!"

The thunder broke out again, and Yan Qing's brain shook, the last string called reason broke, and his teeth bit Bai Run's shoulder fiercely.

Pei Yunjiu's face turned pale from the pain.

He was in pain, so he hugged Yan Qing tightly, his arms were trembling, but his voice was gentle and steady: "Yan Qing, listen to me."

"You are 23 years old, you are a singer, and you have tens of millions of fans."

"You have just transitioned into the showbiz and acted in your first movie, which is called "Blind Moon"."

"You also have a boyfriend, his name is Pei Yunjiu. You live very close, you can run and exercise together in the morning, eat and sleep together."

"You have a little rabbit, it's called Chestnut. Chestnut is now kept at your assistant's house, eating and drinking every day, and having a good time. But I think it must be thinking of his first master and second master, after all, the temporary assistant will not give He does the treadmill."

"Yan Qing, tell me, when are we going to the playground? I want to ride the Ferris wheel. It is said that lovers who kiss at the highest point of the Ferris wheel can live forever."

"There is also Lijia Village. The time I took you there last time was too late. We missed the sunrise. Later, the program team went there too late, and we still missed the sunrise. Next time, we must Just go and see for yourself the sunrise that makes all the people in Lijia Village proud."

"Do you still remember the Yunduo Welfare Institute? It's the one you said you went straight to me. I really want to see the sea of ​​flowers in four seasons, but unfortunately I missed the cherry blossoms in spring and can only wait for the plum blossoms in winter. No, let's make an appointment with the dean first?"

"..."

The thunder outside the house was endless, and Pei Yunjiu's chatter was also endless.

He spoke softly, with a smile on his face, and described bit by bit the future he imagined, and the beautiful date he and Yan Qing could not live through.

Slowly, the pain on the shoulder began to lessen and turned into a heavy breath.

Pei Yunjiu lowered her eyes, smiled and raised her hand on Yan Qing's back, slowly comforting her.

He said softly: "Do you have places you want to go, things you want to do? I will accompany you, mountains, rivers, lakes, the ends of the earth, everything is fine."

The breath on the shoulders became heavier, and after a few seconds, Yan Qing's hoarse voice sounded: "Hospital..."

"Huh?" Pei Yunjiu didn't hear clearly, and asked with a smile, "Where do you want to go?"

Yan Qing stood up, looking at the blood on his shoulders, his voice was trembling, "Hospital—senior, go to the hospital."

Pei Yunjiu hugged the weak Yan Qing, smiled softly, "Okay, go to the hospital, I'll accompany you to the hospital."

Yan Qing had no strength, but he held on to the cabinet, even if he leaned on Pei Yunjiu, he refused to borrow strength from him.Support the cabinet with one hand and prop up your body.

Pei Yunjiu frowned and said angrily, "Try opening the wound again!"

Yan Qing froze, looking down at the wounds all over his arms, a little at a loss, he could only look at Pei Yunjiu, not daring to move.

Pei Yunjiu sighed, glanced at him and said, "Wait for me here, don't go anywhere."

Yan Qing pursed his lips, obviously not happy.

Pei Yunjiu had already opened the cabinet door, and he could only watch Pei Yunjiu leave.

However, Pei Yunjiu didn't even take a few steps when she saw an extra note on the table: First aid kit on the window sill.

Pei Yunjiu paused, her tea eyes narrowed slightly.

This is left by the director, right?So, everyone knows that Yan Qing is afraid of thunder?

Bandaging the wound was important, so Pei Yunjiu turned around and went to the windowsill to get the first-aid kit, then returned to the closet.

It seemed like a long time just now, but in fact it was only six or seven minutes.

Now that the live broadcast outside has not stopped, Pei Yunjiu can't go out, so he and Yan Qing nest in the closet to treat the wound.

On the first floor of the villa, Hang Wan'er hugged the pillar and refused to let go. While trying to maintain her elegance, she wailed to the camera: "Director, please turn on the light, it's too scary here!"

director:"……"

He ordered with a blank expression: "Where is the props group? Turn off a few more lights on the second floor, and make sure to cover the two people in the penultimate room."

The author has something to say: Pei Yin who knows Yan Qing's experience: Come here and give me a hug, your mother-in-law loves you.Just say what you want, my son can give it to you!