After the sick top was forced to marry

I don't know whether the quantitative change caused the qualitative change, or Lin Zijin's enlightenment played a role. After Pei Ming returned to the shooting location and tried two or three times, it finally passed.

Luo Zhihuai was not relaxed, he pulled Lin Zijin aside and whispered, "Go back tonight and help him talk about the show."

Lin Zijin recalled what happened the last time the two played alone, and frowned: "I don't want to talk about it."

"You're his boyfriend, so let's talk about drama." Luo Zhihuai also looked puzzled, "What's wrong with tutoring your boyfriend?"

"He's not good at acting. I don't know what he's thinking about every day." Lin Zijin got a little angry today, "If he's not suitable, he's not suitable. It doesn't matter who tells him."

Luo Zhihuai was a little baffled: "I asked you to help me because I saw that Xiao Pei was still a little rescued. If I don't help, I won't help you and lose my temper with me?"

"I didn't...forget it."

Lin Zijin sighed.

He couldn't tell why he was not in a good mood today, he always felt that there was an inexplicable fire in his chest, and it was so burning that he couldn't calm down at all, and he had to find something to quarrel with others to be happy.

The two were standing in the dressing room chatting, the door was not closed, and the voice of the staff suddenly sounded outside: "Mr. Xiao Pei? Is Teacher Xiao Pei going in?"

Lin Zijin's heart skipped half a beat.

Although he had always disliked Pei Ming, both of them knew it very well, but this was the first time he expressed his dislike in front of him.

Still use such ugly words.

"It's okay, I'll just pass by and not go in."

Pei Ming's voice sounded softly outside the door, and no emotional change could be heard.

He even had a few words with the staff member, his voice fading away.

Luo Zhihuai patted him on the shoulder gloatingly: "Are you stupid? Did your car overturn? Let you talk nonsense."

"I didn't know he was outside the door."

If this was put before, Lin Zijin would definitely not care at all.Because Pei Ming's acting skills are really good, he must have the consciousness to be talked about by others.If the food is not allowed to be told, is there any law of the king and heaven?

But now Lin Zijin couldn't tell.

Originally, Pei Ming was just a silly and good-tempered kid in his heart, and there was nothing wrong with him except his professional ability of acting, not to mention that he had been taken care of by others for so many days.

A cheeky guy like Lin Zijin couldn't bear to say these words in person.

But just now, he seemed to be bewitched by something, his mood was extremely bad, and he said something directly when he suddenly thought of something.

But who would have thought that when someone spoke ill of someone behind his back, the person in question happened to be standing quietly outside the door?

Lin Zijin fidgeted out of his pocket for a cigarette, but Luo Zhihuai took it away.

"Sorry, we don't allow smoking on set."

"I said before that sooner or later someone will punish you for your virtue," Luo Zhihuai stood by the dressing table, looking down at him, "Look, isn't retribution coming?"

"He won't care..."

Lin Zijin's mouth was still stubborn, but he touched his nose with a guilty conscience: "The dishes are not to be talked about..."

Luo Zhihuai snorted coldly, and went out of the dressing room first.

Lin Zijin adjusted his mentality and followed him out of the dressing room, but dawdled for a long time on the way back to the hotel.

It wasn't until he stood in front of the guest room that he realized how nervous he was.

Although the two are unconcerned agreement couples, not even friends, this is not a reason to hurt others casually.

What's more, that kid Pei Ming...isn't bad.

Lin Zijin leaned against the door and sighed, stretched out his hand to brush the door open.

There was intermittent sound of water in the bathroom, Lin Zijin heaved a sigh of relief, took off his coat and hung it up.

It seemed that he heard the sound outside, the sound of water stopped abruptly, and the door of the bathroom was pushed open by Pei Ming.

Lin Zijin's gaze paused, and he pretended to be nonchalant and turned to other places.

Pei Ming just stood at the door of the bathroom and looked at him quietly for a long while without saying a word. He just turned around and went in to get a towel to wipe off the water droplets on his face.

Lin Zijin was not used to the awkward silence in the room.

In the past, it was Pei Ming who started all kinds of conversations, and he replied habitually, only by asking and answering in this way can we start a conversation.

But not today.

Pei Ming came out after washing his face, and went to search for things in the suitcase.

Lin Zijin felt as if he had been scratched by a cat, and the subtle irritability came to him again.

Didn't you all hear it?

Why don't you speak?

Even if you find a reason to quarrel with him, why don't you say a word?

How did this make him speak?

Lin Zijin looked down at his phone, but out of the corner of his eye, he was looking at Pei Ming, and saw him take out a handbag from the suitcase.

The style of the tote bag is beautiful and simple, but the material should be good, and there is something bulging inside, and someone tied a knot with a ribbon at the mouth of the bag.

Like a gift for someone.

To whom?

Lin Zijin suddenly realized that he had become suspicious at some point, and there were more and more things in his mind, and he could even string together an outrageous story.

He took a deep breath and took the lead to break the silence in the room: "You get the script later, and I will play against you."

Pei Ming's voice of turning things over suddenly stopped.

He squatted in front of the suitcase for a while before saying: "No."

"Luo Zhihuai asked me to help you find your feelings," Lin Zijin spoke in a hurry, as if he wanted to clear his relationship with this matter, and tried his best to declare that he didn't take the initiative to help, "Tomorrow your role is also very... ..."

"Brother Lin."

Pei Ming stood up slowly, walked in front of him, and lowered his eyes to look at him: "We don't have to act like nothing happened, do we?"

"I......"

"Since I know you said it, and you know I heard it, is it necessary to pretend again?"

He didn't feel aggrieved or coquettish like usual, and said in a cold voice, "Are you tired? Are you tired of looking at me? I'm sorry, I've troubled you for so long. I'll go and talk to the person downstairs to open two rooms tomorrow. Are you satisfied with that?"

"Listen to me, today I am..."

Lin Zijin suddenly realized that it was useless to explain now.

After all, he was the one who said the words, and he was the one who hurt the person. No matter how you explain it, it will be as useless as sophistry.

It's my fault.

"Xiao Pei, today is my problem," he sighed, "Can I treat you to dinner tonight?"

"No, I have something to do."

Pei Ming spit out these words softly, glanced at him, and went to the door to get his coat.

Lin Zijin didn't expect to be rejected.

After all, when the two lived together before, Pei Ming often mentioned that he wanted to go out to eat, but Lin Zijin always ended up being perfunctory, and didn't really want to go out with him at all.

He subconsciously called out to Pei Ming: "What are you doing?"

"Dining with others," Pei Ming put on his shoes without turning his head, "Brother Lin, you should go to bed early, and stop pretending to care about me."

"You and others..."

The guest room door slammed shut in front of him, drowning Lin Zijin's words.

He was stunned by the closing of the door, and then a burst of unknown fire swept over him, burning him almost out of his mind, and he really wanted to rush up and grab Pei Ming's collar and say, what kind of attitude do you have? Do you love to come back? Come back who cares.

But he held back.

It's him who is unreasonable about this matter. The relationship between the two of them has become so bad. If they are impulsive, there will be no possibility of making peace at all.

But Lin Zijin couldn't swallow this breath.

He didn't know what he was arguing with himself, he just felt a cramping pain in his heart, and then he coughed a few times.

What does it have to do with him if you eat with others?You don't need to spend your time dealing with Pei Ming's words.

It should be too late to be happy.

Perhaps it was because he was used to being touched along his hair, and others resisted violently, which made him unhappy.

Feeling uncomfortable and irritable.

A hot stream suddenly flowed out of his nose, Lin Zijin froze for a moment, reached out his hand to touch his mouth and nose, but felt a dazzling bright red.

What's going on here?

He stood there in a daze, a little confused. He woke up suddenly when the blood dripped on his clothes, and hurried to the bathroom to deal with the blood.

But the nosebleed was fierce, and he took a lot of effort to barely stop it, but he felt a little dizzy, leaning on the sofa, unable to raise his hand.

The hotel rooms are so white that they are as glaring as a hospital emergency room, except for the smell of disinfectant.

Lin Zijin was terribly cold all over, but his mushy head suddenly remembered that when he was at home with Pei Ming, the other party would naturally grab his hand and hold him in his arms until he was warmed.

Pei Ming.

If Pei Ming was here, there would be more people in this room.

The silence in the room made people flustered. Lin Zijin had no doubt that if he died here today, no one would find out.

He was cold all over, as if lying in an ice cellar, coughed a few more times, and the nosebleed that had just stopped tended to flow out again, gradually oozing from the top, staining the white tissue red.

How come the older you are, the more fragile you are?

Lin Zijin laughed at himself.

He thought that he was used to loneliness and adapted to it, but after trying the feeling of being accompanied by others and returning to loneliness, he found that loneliness was so unbearable.

Like crazy.

It may be that people who are sick are fragile, and just now they said stubbornly that Pei Ming'ai would not come back, but now in a blink of an eye, she really wants Pei Ming to appear in front of her suddenly, and it's okay to quarrel with him.

Don't...leave him in the house alone.

He knew it was inappropriate to think so, but it was too uncomfortable for his mind to be in a mess.

When a person is cold for a long time, he will have the urge to be hugged by others.

Those memories that had been forgotten and didn't want to be mentioned again seized the opportunity and surged up overwhelmingly, with stench and bloody smell, lingering in front of his eyes, making his breathing become short.

Laughing human faces and foreign and rude language are intertwined, like a group of demons climbing up from hell, leaving him nowhere to hide, almost falling into the nightmare many years ago again.

Maybe it was because of the profuse blood flow, Lin Zijin's eyes turned black in bursts.He licked his cold lips, curled up on the sofa under the double torment of pain and memory, and slowly lost consciousness.

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