After the sick top was forced to marry

These words were a bit unfeeling, but Lin Zijin still said it after deliberation.

His friendship with many people is just a play on the spot, and now only Luo Zhihuai, Wen Gu and Shen Sui can be called "friends" in the circle.

For a person like him who will die from a strike of his body organs at any time, too much social and interpersonal relationships are really unnecessary.

As for Pei Ming...

Tool people.

If it is special, it is a particularly well-behaved tool man.As for other intersections, there is absolutely no need.

Pei Ming didn't speak, just looked at him blankly, with a downward arc at the corner of his eyes, looking very pitiful.

Lin Zijin lightly said "Let's go", turned and left the bathroom.

Standing in the guest room, he took a deep breath, only feeling that something was weighing heavily on his viscera, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

But what he said was clearly the truth, but judging from the other party's reaction, it seemed that he was wronged.

Sure enough, it's not a good thing to get involved with Pei Ming.

Lin Zijin picked up a pack of cigarettes from the table, opened the balcony door and went out to light one.

In fact, he hasn't smoked for a long time, and he has almost quit since his body sounded the alarm, but now he is so annoyed that he can only rely on smoking to numb his throbbing and throbbing heart.

What a mess.

It's like he's sorry for Pei Ming.

Lin Zijin propped his hands on the railing of the balcony, lowered his head slightly.

At this moment, it was already dark outside, and the dim lights on the street were turned on. He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, breathing the cold air mixed with the smell of tobacco in his nostrils, and suddenly felt a sense of loneliness from the inside out. Like being abandoned by the whole world.

It would be more comfortable to just jump down like this, he thought for no reason.

You don't have to worry about when you will have heart palpitations, headaches, and sudden death on the spot, and you don't have to think about so many messy things, just die.

After all, people come into the world alone, and they will leave alone in the end.Leaving early and late is always going, no one can escape.

Just like that, Lin Zijin fell into a somewhat bewildered state, staring straight at the sidewalk downstairs, the cigarette in his hand quietly burning shorter and shorter.

The orange-red flame devoured the body of the cigarette inch by inch, and there was a little bit of light in the twilight, like wild flowers struggling in the mud.

He involuntarily leaned forward slightly, his chest pressed against the railing, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Lin Zijin coughed a few times, and was about to crush the cigarette that he hadn't smoked a few times, when a strong force suddenly came from his waist.

He was pulled back a few steps and hit a stiff chest.

Lin Zijin turned his head quickly, and saw Pei Ming's pale face and still red eyes.

He coughed uncomfortably: "Done?"

"What were you going to do just now?" Pei Ming grabbed his arm and looked at him with a pair of dim eyes.

"I... came to smoke a cigarette on the balcony, I didn't think about what to do."

Lin Zijin tried to pull his arm out, but the hand was like iron clamps and he couldn't move.

He sighed and softened his tone: "Don't grab me like this, it hurts."

The word "pain" seemed to tear Pei Ming out of that dazed state. He was startled suddenly, a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead, and he wanted to roll up Lin Zijin's sleeves: "Let me see .”

"It's not that hypocritical."

Lin Zijin pulled his arm away and looked at Pei Ming's clothes.

The child probably just finished washing and came out wearing a bathrobe.

"Don't you want to dress well?" He said, "Be careful if you catch a cold, Luo Zhihuai scolds you."

Pei Ming raised his eyes to look at him, and said in a low voice: "Didn't you say that no one cares? You don't care what I wear when I come out, and you don't care if I freeze to death."

Lin Zijin raised his eyebrows and was almost laughed angrily by him: "Okay, I don't care, as long as you like it."

As he said that, he wanted to go back to the house, but someone grabbed his wrist behind him.

"Brother Lin, I was wrong, I was just talking angry," Pei Ming said, "I shouldn't lose my temper with you."

His voice was very soft, with a sense of grievance, and the ending was a bit long.

Lin Zijin didn't know if he was apologizing or acting like a baby.

But he was born to eat this set.

But he still turned his face and said stiffly: "Let go."

Pei Ming still gripped his wrist: "You didn't say you forgive me."

"Can we go in and talk?" Lin Zijin sighed softly, "I'm panicking from the cold."

Pei Ming lowered his eyes to look at his thin figure under the thin shirt, suppressed his desire slightly, and shook his arm: "Brother Lin, I want to talk to you."

"Kid, do we really have to talk about life and ideals on the balcony?"

Although Lin Zijin was usually willing to show his ankles and neck to flirt in secret, he was really afraid of the cold. Now his hands and feet were cold, and he just wanted to scold himself for coming out without a coat 10 minutes ago.

Pei Ming gave a muffled "Oh", then took him by the wrist and pushed open the balcony door, leading him back into the house.

Lin Zijin glanced at his hand: "Let go, won't you walk independently?"

"If you relax, you won't talk to me," Pei Ming said with a bit of stubbornness on his face, "I won't relax."

Lin Zijin frowned and looked at him for a long time, but was finally defeated, and sat down on the sofa next to him: "I'm convinced, tell me, what are you talking about? Didn't I understand what I just said?"

Pei Ming followed him and sat down next to him, and wrapped his cold hands into his arms: "Brother Lin, I thought about it just now, and I think it might be because I care too much and make you uncomfortable."

Lin Zijin withdrew his hand: "So?"

Pei Ming glanced at him cautiously: "Brother Lin, I said before that you are my idol, do you still remember?"

"Remember," Lin Zijin said, "so?"

"I originally thought that we would become good friends after signing this agreement, but Brother Lin, you don't think so." Pei Ming's eyelashes trembled, and he glanced at him carefully, "Brother Lin is... ...doesn't even my friends want to have sex with me?"

That familiar feeling is back.

Lin Zijin frowned, feeling that he was not talking to Pei Ming, but the golden retriever or husky who had gotten into trouble carefully stuck to him, frantically wagging his tail and begging for peace, for fear that his master would throw him out of the door in a fit of anger.

"Not exactly." Facing such eyes, Lin Zijin's hard-hearted heart, which he had just tidied up in the bathroom, gradually collapsed, "I just think...it's unnecessary."

"Why isn't it necessary?"

Pei Ming slightly raised his voice: "Even if we're not friends, we're roommates anyway. As roommates, don't you even tell each other where you're going?"

Lin Zijin opened his eyes wide: "Are you still angry about this?"

"Don't just be mad about it."

Pei Ming moved his body and got closer to him: "Actually, I just want to say, Brother Lin, if you are unhappy or unhappy, or where you are going or what you are going to do, you can tell me."

"Talking to you?"

Lin Zijin looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "What are you talking about? Can't I tell others?"

Pei Ming was stunned for a moment, then bit his lip and lowered his head, his voice was full of mourning: "You can tell others, it's not impossible. But after all, I'm the closest person to you now... Even where are you going?" I only heard about it from other people, how hurtful."

Maybe it was because there was too much grievance in his voice, and he inexplicably touched the place called "compassion" in Lin Zijin's heart, causing a numb ripple.

He resisted the urge to reach out and touch the small flow head, licked his lips, and sighed: "Don't... hey, forget it."

As if hearing the helplessness in his voice, Pei Ming raised his head, and the dim eyes gradually became brighter.

"I just haven't gotten used to it yet, and I haven't thought about building a new friendship or anything. It's not against you," Lin Zijin said, "I advise you to stop such perverted thoughts. It's more valuable to improve your acting skills when you have time."

"But I think," Pei Ming said, "how about it, Brother Lin?"

"... Whatever you want, you can do whatever you like," Lin Zijin sneered, "I won't change my attitude, if you want to do futile work, go ahead, I won't stop you."

"Brother Lin," Pei Ming asked cautiously, "do you hate me?"

"it's OK."

Pei Ming's expression became clearer to the naked eye, and he grinned with small white teeth: "Really?"

Lin Zijin glanced at him: "Not hating doesn't mean liking it. I don't hate you or like you. I will never like you, understand?"

Pei Ming blinked and smiled brightly: "It's okay, as long as you don't hate me."

As for liking...Since ancient times, no one has been able to control their emotions with certainty.

"you......"

Lin Zijin took out his mobile phone from the crack of the sofa, turned his head and saw the little star and a happy dog ​​bouncing off the sofa, he couldn't help squinting: "You didn't play me just now, did you?"

Pei Ming shook his head, his dog eyes were full of innocence: "I'm acting? Brother Lin, you don't know how bad my acting skills are. No matter how I act, can I fool you?"

Lin Zijin made sense after thinking about it. Looking at his dripping hair, he felt uncomfortable, so he got up to get a hair dryer: "Get over here and sit down."

Pei Ming obediently responded and sat down in front of him.

Lin Zijin adjusted the wind power, played with Pei Ming's soft hair, and asked casually, "Did your hands get wet just now?"

"No," Pei Ming said, "I'll try to get better soon, or Director Luo will scold me."

Lin Zijin thought of Luo Zhihuai's panic-stricken look, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

He conveniently lifted Pei Ming's hair near his neck to dry the hair roots, but he found a somewhat unusual bulge.

This is......

Lin Zijin looked down curiously, but found a scar where his fingertips touched.

The scar seems to be old, but it looks hideous, and the location is quite dangerous.

Pei Ming said rightly: "Brother Lin, if you keep blowing at one place like this, I'll be bald."

Lin Zijin came back to his senses, said "sorry" and continued to blow his hair.

But the dark red scar I saw just now lingered in my mind.

Looking at the movement of the wound, it looks like someone used a knife or some other sharp weapon...to slash Pei Ming's neck fiercely a long time ago.

He thought of seeing the excessive scars on Pei Ming's body after taking off his clothes in the bathroom just now, and he felt a small pimple in his heart.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Pei: I love you so much, how can I play you, right OVO