You, teach me how to do things?

Luo Feiluan estimated the time and was going to find An Qian with his mobile phone.

He was just about to go out when he met his manager Brother Zhong and his assistant, the two of them were chatting and laughing.

"What are you talking about?" Luo Feiluan greeted casually.

Brother Zhong and his assistant didn't intend to hide it from him, they just said they were discussing Xia Yuanling's manager.

"An Qian?"

"You know him," Brother Zhong thought Luo Feiluan didn't know that person.

"Yes, what happened to him?"

The manager stepped forward and whispered into Luo Feiluan's ear, "You don't know, he was raped before, and Xia Yuanling even beat the rapist. There was a commotion at that time."

rape?

Luo Feiluan froze on the spot.

"Hey, it's quite pitiful, but it feels like he has come out, and there is no problem talking to him."

"I'm not saying that all rapists should die. What a shadow the victim has."

Luo Feiluan didn't catch the rest of the words.

been raped?

How could this be?

No wonder the letter from the winter didn't arrive until early spring.

What kind of past has he experienced?The phrase "The most painful time has passed, I am very happy to write to you in early spring" in the letter was originally meant in this way.

His letter accompanied him through the most difficult years, and he was not by his side during his most difficult years.

No, he's going to find An Qian.

but--

He couldn't question An Qian, he couldn't be so direct, he had to use a more graceful way.

So Luo Feiluan went back to the room and took the game console.

"Fei Luan, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm going to find someone to play games with."

He took the game console to find An Qian.

Sure enough, when he knocked on the door, An Qian was alone in the room.

Xia Yuanling was taken away by Shang Chuan, he was so affectionate at the moment, he couldn't care less about An Qian.

When An Qian opened the door and saw Luo Feiluan, he was shocked. He still remembered what Luo Feiluan said at dinner that day. His letter had helped this person get out of the haze.

It would be great if that were the case.

As a fan, it is enough for him to help him to this point.

"Are you here to find Xia Yuanling? He's not here. Mr. Shang is here to visit."

"That's it," Luo Feiluan glanced at the game console on the phone, "That's just right, let's play games!"

"Ok?"

Before An Qian could react, Luo Feiluan broke in and said that since Xia Yuanling was not around, he would play with An Qian.

An Qian didn't care about this, and he was very happy to be alone with Luo Feiluan, but it was strange why Luo Feiluan suddenly became enthusiastic about him.

Could it be that he found out that the letter was written by himself?

How did you find out?

"I'm so bored, my manager and assistant won't let me play games. I wanted to hide here at Xiao Xia, but he's not here. You won't drive me away, will you?"

"No!" An Qian quickly denied, "Of course not, is it a game console? I'll turn on the TV."

"Uh-huh."

Luo Feiluan successfully found an excuse to prevaricate, and after playing for half an hour, he began to pester An Qian to play with him.An Qian read the script dryly, it seemed strange that he was full of emotions on the other side, but Luo Feiluan relied on this shameless ability to wait until 9 o'clock to return.In the second half of the night, he still had scenes to shoot, so he had to go back to sleep.

The Luo Feiluan An Qian knew before was all him in the camera.

He is handsome, gentle and elegant, and most of the time Luo Feiluan even plays a tough guy.

But after real contact, Luo Feiluan is like a little brother, who can act like a baby, play tricks, and yell when playing games.But he also strictly abides by the etiquette of a gentleman, and is willing to bet and admit defeat. Even if the team fails, he will take the reason on himself.He was even more serious when it came to the play. In a word, An Qian would help correct any emotions that were wrong until a satisfactory effect was achieved.

It seems that through the screen, the real Luo Feiluan is enough to make people like it.

The next day, An Qian got up early on time to call Xia Yuanling to film.

When he reached the door of the room, he froze again, wondering if it would be bad for him to disturb Xia Yuanling like this.

And, well.

Will it be a little intense.

An Qian had a headache.

Just when he was debating whether to knock on the door, Xia Yuanling opened the door by himself and walked out.

"Brother Anqian?"

"Huh?" An Qian didn't expect him to come out on his own initiative, "I'll ask you to film."

"Oh good," Xia Yuanling yawned, then turned to ask Shang Chuan who was still wearing a tie in the room, "Mr. Shang, do you want to go back?"

"Well, I'm going to work."

He came with a change of clothes and had to go back to work today.

Shang Chuan fastened his tie, took his briefcase and prepared to go out.

Just as he walked out from behind Xia Yuanling, the first time An Qian saw him, the familiar fear mixed with nausea struck again.

An Qian covered his mouth and rushed into the toilet, his stomach was overwhelmed. Although he didn't vomit, he couldn't stop retching.

"elder brother!"

Xia Yuanling hurried over to help him: "What's wrong with you?"

An Qian's eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes were full of tears. He didn't know what to say, so he couldn't help apologizing: "I'm sorry——"

I'm sorry for Shang Chuan, and I'm sorry for Xia Yuanling.

They are obviously so kind to themselves...

"Stop talking, what's the matter?" Xia Yuanling turned to greet Mr. Shang, "Mr. Shang, pour me a glass of water!"

Shang Chuan walked to the TV cabinet, picked up the kettle in the hotel, and took some water with a disposable cup.

He felt something was wrong. The last time we drank together, An Qian had the same reaction.

I have the impression that many people will have ptsd after being raped. Some time ago, An Qian behaved quite normally, so I didn't think too much about it, and I didn't remind An Qian to see a psychiatrist.Looking at it now, An Qian may have never recovered from his heart disease.

Ptsd?

He has no problem getting along with Xia Yuanling, and he has no problem getting along with the crew. Why does he get sick every time he sees him?

But when he came here last night, Anqian was fine.

But Shang Chuan rushed over after going to the gym last night, and what he was wearing was not today's work clothes, but sportswear.

Is it possible to wear ptsd on yourself?

Shang Chuan handed over the water and hid his body in the corner.

An Qian drank the water and got a little better, but his face was still pale.

Shang Chuan was silent for a long time before he asked in a deep voice, "An Qian, let me ask you something, are you afraid of my appearance in a suit?"

An Qian's hands trembled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shang, it's my fault—"

In all honesty, Shang Chuan and Xia Yuanling treated him very well, Xia Yuanling gave him a job, and Shang Chuan helped him when he needed the support of public opinion the most.

But he just couldn't control it, Shang Chuan put on glasses and a suit, and his temperament was too similar to Xin Han.

Mr. Shang is such a good person, he doesn't understand why his brain associates him with scum.

"You are not wrong, the wrong is the criminal, it has nothing to do with you," Shang Chuan continued to ask, "Is it just me, or is it the same for other people wearing suits?"

"Glasses and a suit together," An Qian said truthfully, "I'm sorry, I really—"

"I said, you don't need to apologize. What I mean by asking this sentence is to confirm whether you can continue to do this job. You must know that many formal events in the entertainment industry require you to wear a suit. If you can't stand it mentally , I can change your job for you. But if it’s just glasses and a suit, the chance of encountering it will be less.”

Xia Yuanling reached out and hugged An Qian, patted his back: "It's okay, brother, it's all over."

"I want to stay by Xiao Xia's side," An Qian rubbed Xia Yuanling's head. If Xiao Xia hadn't been with him all the time, he might never have been able to take that brave step.

"Well, I see. I will find you a better counselor. If you have time, you can try to communicate with them," Shang Chuan said, "I'm leaving first. You guys film well, and when I'm finished I invite you to eat."

"OK, all right!"

Shang Chuan packed his things and left.

"I—" An Qian looked at Xia Yuanling. If he hadn't suddenly lost control of his emotions, Xia Yuanling and Shang Chuan would have deserved a more affectionate farewell.

His whole life may not be better.

Forever and ever, we must live under such a haze.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Xia, I may have ruined my whole life, I'm really not suitable to be your manager—"

His words were self-pitying and self-destructive.

Xia Yuanling didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter: "No, your whole life hasn't been ruined!"

"You are not yet 30 years old, you still have a long time to fight, your life has just begun! What is ruined is the life of a rapist! They will have the word rape on their files for the rest of their lives! All People will hate him!"

"You want to fall in love! You want to make money! You want to climb higher and higher! Do you know that your life can be more exciting! In the future, you can bring other artists, you can be a gold medal manager, and you can go back to fuck you Your own job, your life will become more and more exciting.”

Xia Yuanling choked up his voice, and asked, "Brother, shall we get on fire together?"

Let's stand together in a star-studded place, and become famous artists and managers together.

An Qian bit her lip to keep herself from crying, and nodded fiercely while hugging Xia Yuan.

"Speaking of which," Xia Yuanling helped An Qian stand up, "I also think he looks ugly in a suit!"

He winked mischievously at An Qian.

An Qian didn't know if he really found it ugly.

But he knew that he had been hurt, Xia Yuanling, Shang Chuan, An Youyou, mother, they had been accommodating him all the time.

Deliberately avoiding talking about sexual topics, not letting myself be alone, maybe this time, Shang Chuan will not wear a suit in front of him again, or avoid meeting him directly.

An Qian felt ashamed and blamed herself, but at the same time, she also felt warmth and tolerance.

They may not be able to empathize with their pain.

But they know what compassion is.