You, teach me how to do things?

With the doctor's permission, Shang Chuan drove his father to the cemetery.

Going up the gray-white stone steps, the father and son are in front of each other.

The atmosphere between them has always been like this.

Disengaged and indifferent.

Shang Chuan still remembers that when Shang Miao was born, people around him were joking about him, saying that he was about to have a younger sister.

All boys in the world will become gentlemen in front of their sisters.

At that time, Shang Chuan didn't take it seriously, he was just a child, and all the children in the world were annoying.

Especially that child from the Xia family.

But when his mother held Shang Miao in front of him for the first time, his heart melted.

He obviously didn't have a face at all, and he looked like a red monkey, and it sounded horrible to cry, but he just, liked it very much.

He would lie down in front of the cradle to make her laugh, be at a loss when she was crying, and give her all his toys.

The first thing I do after school every day is to throw off my schoolbag and rush into my parents' room to see if my sister has grown up.

The red-faced baby has gradually grown into a cute little girl, and Shang Miao has gradually grown into his follower, and the elder brothers shouted long and short.

"Brother, can you stop buying me a pink tutu skirt? I'm too old to still wear this color."

"You're only 14 years old, and a little girl has to wear pink, lace, and long skirts to look good."

"Vulgar aesthetics."

In my impression, Shang Miao always liked to laugh at him like this.

But when he turned his head, he would drag Shang Chuan to watch a movie again.

She said that as long as Shang Chuan is around, she will become the envy of all the girls around her.

However, Shang Chuan felt that as long as Shang Miao was around, boys all over the world would become his enemies.

But later, Shang Chuan was busy with his studies, and he spent less and less time with his sister.After the younger sister entered high school, her mobile phone was also confiscated by her parents. The two of them could only chat briefly over the phone during the holidays.

Gradually, my sister talked less and less.

Shang Chuan didn't think much about it, he just felt that when she entered puberty, girls would always have some little secrets that they couldn't tell their families.

And his younger sister will always become an independent person, and I can't hope that she can still cling to me like she was when she was a child.

Later, Shang Chuan got a doctor's offer, and his parents joined forces to trick him to go back.During that time, Shang Chuan did not see Shang Miao. His mother said that Shang Miao went to a concentration training camp and would not come back during this time.Shang Chuan didn't think much about it, and just followed the arrangement with his parents. In his impression, his younger sister's grades were really average, so it would be better to make up more lessons.

Then Shang Chuan found out the lies of his parents and had a big fight with them.

During the quarrel, Shang Miao came back from the training camp with her luggage, silently bypassed the gap in the battle, and locked herself in the room.

Shang Chuan didn't want to implicate his anger towards his parents on his younger sister. He knocked on Shang Miao's door at night, intending to complain about what his parents had done during this time, but unexpectedly, Shang Miao asked him if he would like to accompany her. dance by yourself.

waltz.

Shang Miao has been learning dance since she was a child.

There were not many boys in the dance class, so her brother with a good figure became her unprofessional training partner.

Although Shang Chuan was emotional, he still agreed to Shang Miao's proposal.

What was the song that Shang Miao played that night? "a step far"?

He couldn't remember, he just felt that Shang Miao that night was not like his sister anymore, but like a woman he could look up to.Bloom wantonly in the wind, and then rot.

"Brother, I'm so tired."

"Then you should rest early."

"Brother, are you leaving?"

"Well, tomorrow I will go to deal with the company's affairs."

Shang Chuan left Shang Miao's room, and before he left, he heard his sister calling him to stop him.

"Brother," Shang Miao stood under the light, and the warm yellow light made her look even more beautiful, "No matter what happens, I will always support you."

Shang Chuan sighed, unexpectedly at this time, Shang Miao would still support him.

"Whatever happens to me, brother, has nothing to do with you."

Yes, I should have reacted at that time.

What Shang Miao said was so abnormal.

The next day, he left Shang's house by himself, and before leaving, he ordered a bouquet of flowers for Shang Miao.

When I received the flowers, it began to rain heavily.

A city is feeling sorry for his beloved girl.

The bouquet Shang Chuan ordered was originally to wish her the end of the training camp. There were everything in the bouquet, roses, baby's breath, and lilies. They were mixed in disorder to create a messy beauty.

But he did not expect that this bouquet of flowers became their last farewell.

That night, Shang Miao walked out of the house wearing a black skirt and red high heels when everyone was asleep.

According to the monitoring of the road later, she walked into the heavy rain with a bouquet of flowers, without direction, and stumbled every step of the way.

She is like a lost traveler, like an angel expelled from heaven by the gods, like a rose accidentally blooming in the depths of the mud.

The dim street lamps dyed the raindrops into gold. In this late night without sun, moon and stars, the rain and clouds played a discordant rhythm, and the thunder and lightning were the static symbol.

In the rain, she hugged the rose and circled around, and everything in the world accompanied her.

She rots and withers like a rose.

In the last monitoring, she appeared on the river bank.

That is the city's moat, strangling the city's neck like a streamer.

Shang Miao took off her high heels, hugged her bouquet, and walked into the river beach full of pebbles.

The rain brought a high tide, and the river was extremely turbulent that night, engulfing her body in an instant.

Later, Shang Chuan looked through the diary left by his sister.

Every single word is recording the pressure brought to her by having a brother who is too good

Because of Shang Chuan's pearls and jades, Shang Miao has to act according to Shang Chuan's standards all the time.

From grades to conduct.

"I put too much pressure on her," father Shang Yun looked at the girl with a bright smile on the tombstone, "I always hope that she can be as good as you."

But Shang Chuan blindly took the responsibility on himself: "It's my fault, I didn't notice her abnormality at that time."

For so many years, Shang Miao's death is like a hideous scar under the glamorous appearance of this family.

"In these years, except for the New Year holidays, you never go home. Are you still angry about Shang Miao and your PhD?" Shang Yun murmured, "I understand your temper."

Shang Chuan was silent for a long time before replying: "You will always be my parents."

Blood relationship is really the most complicated relationship in the world.

Did you say hate?I still remember the patience and companionship for so many years when I was babbling.

Did you say love?But why did you have no self-blame or guilt when you took away the thing I love, oh, that side.

It is because it is so complicated that it is impossible to simply talk about love and hate.

It can only use such a close relationship.

I do my best.

I also commemorate the love I once gave up.

In this world, there is no more twisted emotion than this.

Shang Yun naturally knew that many things, once done, cannot be undone.

"A lot of things are my idea. Your mother didn't know about it. After I left, she lived alone in the world. You and Xiao Xia spend more time to visit her."

"I know."

"As for me, you can hate me if you want."

Shang Chuan didn't speak, his eyes stayed on the smiling girl on the tombstone.

It's hard for him to express his feelings now.

After returning from the cemetery, Shang Chuan saw the call from An Qian.

He hurriedly called back, but he didn't expect that it was An Qian who didn't answer the phone.

During this period of time, An Qian was pressured to do a lot of things that she should not do.He knew that the crew of "The Painted Demon" was not as rich in funds as the crew of "Detective Jiang Tianren 3", but he didn't bring such bullies, and used himself on the spot every day.

But Xia Yuanling had another problem with his acting. The crew had a lot of opinions on him. As a manager, An Qian couldn't say anything. He only wanted to do more to relieve Xia Yuanling's pressure.

And during this time, Xia Yuanling's mental state was very poor.

His hallucinations and auditory hallucinations became more and more serious, and he often bumped into people on the road, and he was depressed all day long, refusing to say a word.

It was another day, and only one shot was taken all morning.Xia Yuanling was completely dazed. He originally planned to ask An Qian for water, but after searching around, An Qian didn't know what task he had been assigned, so he couldn't find anyone at all.

He wanted to get water by himself, but accidentally bumped into an extra performer.

These group performers have been waiting here all morning and didn't shoot a single scene. Naturally, they felt annoyed. After seeing clearly that it was Xia Yuanling, they cursed and said, "Damn it, I waited all morning in this rotten clothes and didn't even shoot a fart." Come on, it's just you delaying things. I won't serve you!"

He took off his hat and threw it on Xia Yuanling.

In an instant, the dust on the hat rose.

It's really dirty, the extras basically don't know how to wash their clothes, and I don't know how many people wear them.From such a distance, Xia Yuanling could smell the sour smell from that hat.

He's kind of sick.

"Don't say it, don't say it, we can't afford to mess with him as the leading actor." Another group of performers came to stop the man, "Besides, he is the prince of Zhongjiu Chemical Industry, you can shut up, and watch out for revenge. .”

But Xia Yuanling could only see clearly the dust flying up in the air.

In his eyes, that is not gray.

Instead, it was a butterfly just emerging from the mud.

With a ferocious face, he rushed towards him.

Tentacles, eyeballs larger than the face, ferocious and sharp mouthparts, gray dust fell on the flapping wings.

As if to bite his own face.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Xia Yuanling crawled back several times.

There was a commotion in the crew, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Xia Yuanling was not in the right state.

It just so happened that the director was also nearby, and they had just finished filming a scene and hadn't left yet.Hearing the scream, Director Mi hurried over.

But when he saw Xia Yuanling flapping those non-existent butterflies with his hands, he excitedly called the photographer to rush over, let the crowd disperse, and took pictures of Xia Yuanling's insane state with the camera on his shoulder.

"Go away! Go away!"