If you don't act as a scumbag, you will die

Cheng Cheng didn't quite understand the reason why Xie Xun suddenly came over and hugged him, and after the other party suddenly let go, he became even more unclear.

Could it be that I made a mistake?

Xie Xun's words seemed to be different from all the words he had said to himself before.

He seemed to really want to hear something, but the answer he gave was not what he wanted.

But his hand was still on Xie Xun's back. In order to show that he really didn't have any hostility towards Xie Xun—or maybe it was because he didn't even dare to admit it himself, Cheng Cheng subconsciously wanted to ask: "Baby, why?" Yet?"

I really want to ask, but the first two words are really easy to pronounce.

However, Xie Xun seemed to calm down suddenly at this moment, took a step back, and looked directly at Cheng Cheng: "Do you call everyone baby?"

His hands were obviously scratched, but he wanted to hug him, but after hugging him, he wanted to ask this again.

"what?"

Cheng Cheng didn't expect that the question would suddenly turn up here, and he was stunned by the question.

"Do you blurt out baby to those so-called exes and friends who hang out with you at the wedding?"

"Of course not!" Cheng Cheng immediately retorted, "That's all I ever called you!"

The only time I said it to Tian Xin was because my name Xie Xun was too easy to say, and Tian Xin laughed for a while after I finished speaking.

Because of this answer, Xie Xun's tense expression softened a little, but his voice didn't change, and his eyes didn't move away from Cheng Cheng for a moment: "Then what do you mean by what you said just now?"

Seeing that he still wanted to ask, Cheng Cheng saw that there was no medium between the two of them to forcefully tell the truth, so he lowered his head to avoid the other party's gaze: "What do you mean..."

He is still a little guilty, but now is not a good time to explain, and he can't explain. He suddenly felt a little weak, and changed the subject lamely: "There is no surveillance here, but Cheng Li should still be holding a knife when he goes out. When he came, the company Others told me to call the police, or we'll fix the wound—"

"Cheng Cheng." Xie Xun didn't press the question just now, but said, "Didn't you say you were going to the studio this afternoon, why did you come here suddenly?"

"It was the secretary who found Uncle Liu, and Uncle Liu told me." There is nothing to say about this matter, "I happened to be in the car at that time, and I was not far from here when Uncle Liu called, so I asked the driver It's coming. The person who kicked the door was pulled by the driver temporarily, and I don't even know him."

"Too."

When Cheng Cheng heard Xie Xun's answer, he said something in a low voice.

The police also rushed over at this time, the footsteps covered half of Xie Xun's last words, Cheng Cheng didn't hear clearly, and asked, "What?"

He saw Xie Xun standing two steps away from him, his face was paler than usual.

But when he was threatened by Cheng Li, he was obviously not afraid, and he could subdue him in an instant.

"It's nothing." He heard Xie Xun suddenly look at him, and then showed a very faint smile.

Aside from the mocking smile he showed to himself at the beginning, his expression seems to have always been calm, calm when he is angry, calm when he is making plans, and even less so when he smiles.

But no matter how confused Cheng Cheng was, he knew that the smile didn't mean that.

That smile was genuine and sincere, without any malice.

"It's fine...it's nothing." He suddenly didn't want to continue to ask, he said something in one sentence, and then he didn't know what to say.

A policeman came to check the scene, and the two were very active, telling the truth about everything they asked.

The new policeman came over to inquire about their relationship, walked over in a business-like manner, and said something that needed cooperation: "By the way, what is the relationship between you two?"

"couple."

"A legal partner."

The two said in unison.

Cheng Cheng was actually not worried that Xie Xun would miss anything to the police, but the atmosphere just now always made him feel weird, and when the police asked him something, he subconsciously rushed to say it.

Xie Xun seemed to cast his gaze in his direction, but Cheng Cheng didn't have the nerve to ask for confirmation, so he didn't turn his head.

The little policeman took a look at them and said friendlyly, "It can be seen that you two have a good relationship."

"Fortunately."

"Thank you."

The two spoke in unison again.

"There is still a tacit understanding." The other party added another sentence.

Later, they had to go to the police station to make notes, but the efficiency was very high, and it didn't delay the two of them for too long.

When Cheng Cheng and Xie Xun walked out, the sky had just darkened.

"It's really autumn." Cheng Cheng said to himself.

He shrank his neck, and finally felt some sudden autumn after surfing for so long.

But before he finished shaking, there was an extra piece of clothing on his body.

Xie Xun's jacket also carried a very faint fragrance of coldness, but it was surrounded by more warmth.

Cheng Cheng didn't reject the other party's kindness, because he suddenly felt that if he said something else, not only would there be a risk of triggering the mechanism, but more importantly, he really didn't know how to express it.

And Xie Xun was still looking at him.

Seems to want to say something.

Cheng Cheng looked into his eyes and felt that his breath was caught. It seemed that it started from that smile, and he suddenly felt that it would be difficult to complete this task according to the people behind him.

He hoped that Xie Xun would not ask, not to ask.

Don't ask yourself why you came here subconsciously, and don't ask him why he said something like "I'm a friend".

But luckily Xie Xun didn't.

Cheng Cheng heaved a sigh of relief, stepped forward on purpose, and walked in front, gathered the coat that was one size bigger than himself, without looking at him, just raised his head and said, "Go home."

Xie Xun followed behind him, obviously he was much taller than him, but he insisted on walking on his shadow, and echoed: "Well, let's go back."

What happened today, the two parties accepted it well, but Uncle Liu was very scared. After hearing that Cheng Li took the knife, he carefully checked whether the two were injured. Seeing the blood on Xie Xun's arm, he became nervous. It's too bad, I feel that they wrapped it too simply at the police station, so I called someone to come over to treat the wound while feeling lingering fear.

"Uncle Liu," Cheng Cheng sat on the sofa, looking at Xie Xun who was sitting opposite him, "Can you not tell my grandma what happened today?"

Hearing his words, Uncle Liu showed a embarrassed look on his face: "To tell you the truth, I know you will definitely tell me so, so I really haven't told the old lady, but this matter can't be hidden, she will know sooner or later .”

Cheng Cheng's face was sullen: "Okay, I'll wait for her to ask me and then think about how to explain it."

He couldn't help but look at the wound on Xie Xun's hand. There happened to be a third person present, but he still couldn't help it: "Does it hurt?"

Xie Xun raised his eyes and looked at him for a moment, then said lightly, "It's okay."

"Cheng Li is really...really..." Uncle Liu always had a little respect for Cheng Li in the past, but now that Xie Xun is injured, he's gone, but he's used to being gentle and won't say rough words, so he can only watch again Looking at his wound, "It's okay wherever it is, it hurts when you look at it."

Xie Xun's wound was not too deep, but it was very long. It was cut down by a knife when he was fighting with Cheng Li. There was a lot of blood when it was processed.

Cheng Cheng looked at Uncle Liu's distressed eyes, and suddenly remembered that when Xie Xun first came, Uncle Liu was still respectful but polite to him, but now he really treats him as a family member in less than half a year, and the emotion in his eyes is also true. It's all real.

Yes, Xie Xun was a pretty good person.

Maybe in his original book, all the characters were set by the author, but when he was really in this world, even if he had to be tied together because of the so-called mission, he still felt different.

The other party's emotions are real, their breathing is real, and the way they look at themselves is also real.

He is not two superficial typefaces, not a face-like pasted character. Perhaps the reason why he did not play cards according to common sense and did not follow the plot of the original work just explained this point.

He is real.

The private doctor was sterilizing Xie Xun for the last time. Cheng Cheng followed his movements and saw that the white cotton ball was caught by the tweezers and passed over Xie Xun's arm, and it was dyed bright red instantly.

However, Xie Xun didn't even frown.

How could such a person be afraid of Cheng Li's threat?

Cheng Cheng couldn't stand it anymore, his vision seemed to be blurred by the red color just now, and his breathing became a little tight.

But he just didn't look away, he just wanted to watch the doctor finish treating the long wound.

"Don't look." He blinked sorely, and suddenly heard Xie Xun call his name, and said.

"It really doesn't hurt." Xie Xun said lightly, and then said, "What's so interesting."

After saying this, as if to comfort him, he smiled at him again.

Cheng Cheng's words that were already on his lips suddenly froze, and he didn't continue.

This time Xie Xun smiled at him again.

Like in the company.

"Oh." Cheng Cheng lowered his head carelessly, took a grape from the delicate porcelain-white fruit plate, stuffed it into his mouth as if to cover up, his teeth bit the skin and made a vague sound, "I'll just take a look."

"My hand is injured, it may not be easy to peel."

Xie Xun looked at his wrapped right hand and said.

Cheng Cheng's face flushed suddenly, and he immediately realized that Xie Xun was talking about peeling grapes for himself.

What happened two months ago suddenly became clear. Remembering what he said to the other party, Cheng Cheng managed to raise his strength and let out a "tsk": "Take care of you."

After Xie Xun's arm was re-bandaged, the personal doctor explained some precautions. Uncle Liu and Cheng Cheng listened more seriously than Xie Xun, but the injured himself had an expression of "paying more attention, it will really heal". It always looks unnatural.

After the doctor left, Uncle Liu looked at Xie Xun who was about to go upstairs: "Mr. Xie, your wound should not get wet. If you need help, you can call..."

He hesitated in the last sentence, probably because he knew that Xie Xun didn't like it very much.

Xie Xun's tone was very light: "You can still move, it doesn't matter."

"But if you have to take a shower, it's not convenient if you can't bend your elbows..."

"Let me do it." Cheng Cheng didn't raise his head, his voice was a bit muffled, and he interjected, "Uncle Liu, you can go and prepare other things."

The other party has no objection.

After all, this matter is not a big deal, but it still consumes some energy.

Cheng Cheng stood up from the sofa, looked at Xie Xun: "Let's go."

Xie Xun also stood up, and when he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Cheng Cheng: "Don't say anything, you don't need it, if you don't think it's a big deal, I'll tell your sister about it right now."

"..." Hearing what he said, Xie Xun finally didn't speak again.

The rooms of the two are very close to each other. When Cheng Cheng walked to his door, he said to Xie Xun, "Wait a minute, I'll change clothes."

Unexpectedly, the door was open, Xie Xun followed him in, Cheng Cheng was startled when he turned around: "What's wrong?"

"Didn't I tell you yesterday that I will give you an hour of drawing time tonight?" Xie Xun looked calm, "I just want to rest for a while now, and I don't really want to move."

"Then you don't have to take the initiative to be a model..." Cheng Cheng muttered softly after hearing this. After all, this is not an easy job.

"But didn't you finish the painting before? Don't you want to continue?"

"I..." Xie Xun seemed to know how to get him to agree. In fact, Cheng Cheng was really moved by what he said, but he always felt that it seemed too much to let a person with an injured hand continue to be a model, "But ..."

"It's nothing to worry about," Xie Xun sat on the previous seat, "You can paint if you want."

Probably still embarrassed, Cheng Cheng didn't take much time this time, so he said, "Okay, okay, let's draw next time."

He also felt that Xie Xun was injured and wanted to wipe him off, but this time he was rejected by the other party.

"Would you like to paint but don't want someone to help you, right..." Cheng Cheng looked at him and said something, but in the end he really had no choice but to let him go.

And Xie Xun came out of Cheng Cheng's room, because it was inconvenient to take a shower, he filled the bathtub with water, took off his clothes one by one, and walked in.

The bathroom is large, but due to the heat, a lot of water droplets still gathered and condensed on the glass, making everything translucent.

Xie Xun looked at the water vapor above, and suddenly thought, if it was Cheng Cheng, he would probably draw on the water mist with his fingers.

He finally found a chance to rethink everything that happened today.

He never regretted his decision, and he was very satisfied with the outcome of Cheng Li's anger. It didn't even matter if he got stabbed himself, it wasn't a big deal.

However, he didn't expect Cheng Cheng to come here regardless of hearing the news.

He was actually happy, especially after hearing that Cheng Cheng made the decision to "choose himself" without thinking.

All his emotions at that moment were also real. He really couldn't help wanting to hug him, and he was willing to face up to his own thoughts.

But the only thing that surprised him was Cheng Cheng's words.

friend?Brothers?

Hold yourself so tight and say things like that.

He didn't care about the wound at that moment, he just wanted to ask for clarification.

But Cheng Cheng was suddenly vague, talking about him from left to right.

It's not that Xie Xun doesn't remember his mood at that time, but he also remembers Cheng Cheng's anxious expression.

Some clues are also telling himself that Cheng Cheng is not telling the truth.

He really wouldn't call other people baby, and the way he looked at himself was not adulterated.

Some new branches re-grow from the bottom of his heart.

It's all right, he thought, it's all right.

He would also immediately admit their relationship when asked by others, indicating that Cheng Cheng just couldn't face himself correctly.

Xie Xun was used to being independent since he was a child, and he didn't think a little injury would be a big deal, but Cheng Cheng looked at him with worried eyes, and kept asking himself if it hurt.

His eyes are very focused when he is painting, even when he is looking at himself.

I should give him some time, Xie Xun kept hypnotizing himself in his heart.

He should, should not have thought of himself as a real friend.

No one calls "baby" to a friend.

No one sends roses to friends.

But why...

He responded like this, but he still refused to admit it?

Xie Xun's answer, which he had always been certain of, finally loosened up on this day.

Some questions kept lingering, and Xie Xun couldn't fall asleep in bed.

He put the phone aside a long time ago, because he didn't want to pick it up because his hand was injured.

But he was upset, and for the first time felt that such a thing was so complicated.

It's better to ask Cheng Cheng directly.

Maybe face to face said he would be nervous, that's okay, they can communicate in text first...

Thinking of this, Xie Xun still picked up the phone beside him.

It was only now that he saw a message from not long ago, which should have been sent by the other party while he was taking a shower.

[Orange: Are you really all right?Need help call me. 】

He obviously still cares about himself.

Xie Xun breathed a sigh of relief at first, but was suddenly stunned, and then turned up with some persistence, looking at the chat records of the two of them.

[Orange: Baby!I arrive downstairs at the company at six o'clock, remember to be earlier! 】

[Orange: Baby!I want to eat the roast duck on Lingbei Road, if you stop by and buy me a copy when you go home!You must be on your way! 】

[Orange: Baby!Are you going to see the show next week? 】

Cheng Cheng always seems to be more lively when speaking on social software than in life - if he insists on speaking, it may be more natural, and it is somewhat close to the way he talks to his friends.

Xie Xun flipped through one by one until he reached the top of all the records.

At that time, Cheng Cheng was going to take him to see his grandmother, so he sent it to himself before going.

He remembered that he didn't really want to reply at the time, but Cheng Cheng seemed to be very enthusiastic all the time, sending him messages, links, and articles non-stop, forcing him to read.

Xie Xun's eyes fell on the first item.

The time was a few days after he married Cheng Cheng.

[Orange: Hi, baby! 】

He exited the software and tried to fall asleep with his eyes closed, but failed again.

Unable to tell what was causing the trouble, Xie Xun clicked on Cheng Cheng's latest post again.

It's about caring about yourself.

But there is no appellation in this sentence.

If it was half a year ago, if someone told him that he would be entangled and swayed because someone sent him a message without a title, Xie Xun would definitely just sneer and ignore it, but now he...

How come the more you live, the more you go back.

Xie Xun laughed at himself, he felt at a loss for the first time, and he had so few friends that he couldn't even find someone to confide in.

And the night was getting deeper and deeper.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the whole city fell into silence, and the people who worked late at night were still awake, and the taxis running for their livelihoods were speeding on the road. It was probably too boring and quiet, and the driver casually clicked on a radio station that was still playing.

"The stars are shining in the middle of the night, and the charming moon is quiet. Twelve o'clock every night is always a time full of rich thoughts. We are happy and sad, but we are sad but happy. Hello, listeners, I am sister Ye Laixiang. Tonight, we listen to your every voice—”

"Master, do you still like to listen to this at night?" The passenger who just got on the bus joked.

"Just listen to it," the driver said with a smile in dialect. "Aside from the traffic information, there's no better broadcast at night, and I often listen to this program when I'm on the night shift. It's so interesting."

This is one of the few remaining emotional radio stations. The host has been in the industry for many years, and his voice is sweet and gentle, as if he has the power to heal people's hearts.

"Good listeners, we have solved the problem of the last listener, and wish her and her lover and baby happiness and health, then let's answer the hotline of the next listener."

"Hello, hello? Can you hear me, listener?" The host murmured, "This listener's name is 'Qiang Yan Huan Xiao', let us listen to his confusion..."

"Ah."

A male voice came over the radio.

Although the sound is distorted due to the electromagnetism, it can still be heard that this person's voice is deep and melodious.

"Hello, you're the 'forced smile', right? If you have any questions, you can tell sister Ye Laixiang."

"..."

After a few seconds of silence on the radio, the host said kindly, "Hello? How are you?"

"Yeah." The male voice responded, as if it was a bit difficult to say, "I..."

The host followed the instructions carefully: "It's okay, we are an anonymous radio station, you don't need to worry."

"That's right." The nice male voice finally tried to speak, "I don't think my wife loves me."

Probably because there were too many calls like this, the host was very gentle and didn't show any surprise, but just followed his words in a friendly manner: "Why do you think so?"

"I hugged him today, but he seems to regard me as a friend."

"Well, then how does he usually treat you?" the hostess asked.

Having said that, the originally reticent and hesitant male voice finally spoke a little faster.

"He...he has a bad temper."

"He will ask me to peel the lychees for him."

"Oh, he only has one family member, and he brought him to see his grandmother."

"Well...he'll sleep next to me on the plane."

"When I'm drunk, I'll hug me and say I'm pretty."

"We went on vacation. He obviously didn't know a little Spanish, so he did what I said, and he believed it foolishly."

"When you meet a little girl selling flowers, you will want to buy a rose."

"I was hurt, and he looked at me like he was about to cry. I should have been more careful."

"Ah, he also likes to draw with me as his inspiration. Sometimes when the inspiration comes, he doesn't respond to anything, and he has to draw it before he is willing to leave."

"A lot of the protagonists on the screen are me."

"Oh, I'm afraid this person came up to show off." The driver who listened to the radio turned the steering wheel and said to the passenger, "You mean this kind of person, come to play Sazi Emotional Radio Station. At first I thought this People are really broken in love!"

"That's right, if it wasn't for the nice voice, I would have asked Master to change the channel." The passenger echoed.

On the radio, the hostess finally found an opportunity to interrupt: "Uh, so you think... he considers you a friend?"

"Yes."

"..." Even the radio anchor was silent for a while this time, "By the way, I may ask you a question, so are you friends now?"

"Oh no, we got married five months ago." The listener with a nice voice said.

"..."

"Change the channel, master! How can you hear this kind of thing in the middle of the night!" The passenger cursed, "Who is he, who is bored and goes to the late-night radio station to show his affection!"

On the radio, the hostess paused before finally speaking: "Then... Sister Ye Laixiang is here to wish you and your lover happiness and happiness for a hundred years together."

"No, but I think he—"

"It seems that this listener's confusion has been resolved, let's answer the next hotline call..."