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

After sending Tian Xin away, the room that was still a little lively suddenly became deserted.

The escaped prisoner's mental journey was still being broadcast on the TV, Cheng Cheng felt flustered no matter what he saw, and finally turned off the TV in a fit of anger.

The pile of rubbish books that Tian Xin sent was still on the sofa. Cheng Cheng originally wanted to put it away and find a corner to throw it away, but he walked over to pick up a book and wanted to flip through it casually, but he actually opened it and read it.

He started reading with a pained "what's this?" expression, and accidentally read it for an hour.

When he read in the book that male protagonist No. [-] and male protagonist No. [-] had a romantic one night and had a child, he ran away. After learning the truth, male protagonist No. After the description, it began to blacken, exhausting all kinds of black and white means, searching from heaven to earth, but the hero No. [-] took his children to live in a small border town for seven years.

"..." He gasped.

It's just that this time he took a breath, it's really not because he was surprised why men can conceive and have children, but because of the description about the hero No. [-].

With a "snap", Cheng Cheng shook his hand and threw the book to the ground.

frighten yourself.

He said so hypnotically, hurriedly went to the bathroom to take a shower, and lay on the bed in a daze.

Tian Xin has a lot of contacts and friends. He asked someone to find this place. The city is not prosperous, and the pace of people living here is also slow, which is peaceful and peaceful.

Cheng Cheng basically used cash when he came here, and after the studio and housing were settled, he would not go out without going out, as if he was going to be an ostrich.

This is a room with two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom. It is not spacious, but it is close enough to the studio and the surrounding facilities are complete. In addition, after he came, the material needs became very low, so he lived well. not bad.

There is a desk calendar on the bed. I bought it for two months but it seems to have been used for a year. I don’t know how long it has been turned over. On the first page after four pages, a mark was heavily drawn with a colored pen.

There are three more days in the month, so it won't be long to turn the page again.

It stands to reason that he should be happy when Tian Xin came once. Cheng Cheng originally wanted to go to the living room to get the painting album he gave him, but he couldn't muster the energy for some reason, so he didn't move at all.

He turned off the light and buried himself in the quilt. Although the surroundings were quiet, there was only one voice in his mind.

"—Do you want him to chase you or not?"

Cheng Cheng closed his eyes, the heater in the room was fully turned on, but he still curled up slightly.

I don't know if the snow outside the house has stopped. It seems that this snow has started to fall since last night, turning the whole city into a silvery white.

Is it snowing over there?

If there was someone beside him, Cheng Cheng thought, maybe he was still awake, and he was still yelling for someone to go downstairs to build a snowman with him.

He took sculpture as an elective, and the snowmen he made must be better than ordinary people's.

He couldn't help sighing.

What was Xie Xun like when he couldn't find him?

He didn't even dare to think about this question these days, just like he didn't want to imagine Xie Xun's expression after he refused if he confessed his feelings to him.

What's more, although he wanted to stay for half a year before talking, he actually didn't know what to do. Even if the system task was really lifted by then, what would Xie Xun do?

His original character set was Long Aotian, who had no love and no love. It might not take half a year, maybe three months to let him go gently, and he would start to concentrate on his career and create a new world.

Then maybe the shares I left for him can still come in handy.

Then...they are all free?

Perhaps this is the path that the protagonist should take, and the so-called villain himself has also fulfilled his due mission. Since then, the two have parted ways, but they can barely return to the right track in the book.

It's just that when Cheng Cheng thought of this, he felt like something was weighing down his heart, and he couldn't breathe.

Obviously after I left, that kind of situation never happened again.

If the dog system had known that as long as he didn't get divorced, running away early would not force a judgment to be triggered, he might have run away as early as the first day.

This is the end of the matter, but—he gritted his teeth and thought, if he did it all over again, maybe he would still choose this way.

After all, Xie Xun is such a proud person, he would rather see him look disappointed in himself than see him disappointed.

Cheng Cheng closed his eyes, hoping to sleep well today.

It's just that things didn't go as expected, everything that happened today and the conversations were circling in his mind, and after finally squeezing Tian Xin's nagging words away, another person's face came in again.

Then... then think about him.

Not shameful either.

As Cheng Cheng thought about it, the eyelashes that were originally attached to the eyelids trembled, and some uncontrollable thoughts came out one by one.

If you want to blame, you can blame the snow for too long today, and this night is too quiet and noisy.

He couldn't stop thinking about the way the other person looked, the way he spoke was cold, but the way he acted was not like that.

In a foreign country, he had to be an interpreter and playmate at the same time, but he hit his back because of the system, and he overcame the language problem to buy medicine for him.

He was very nervous when he secretly kissed himself, his lips were trembling, but after he opened his eyes, he pretended to be serious and nothing happened.

The appearance of being drunk is also very interesting, and it looks very calm, but in fact, it will quietly step on its own shadow under the streetlights, and embrace itself at the empty bus stop.

He didn't even have time to think about the fact that he didn't inherit the so-called "disease" from the original owner. He was just panting, thinking about the face of another person looking at him, the warmth of a hug, and the breath left in his ear, through the The heartbeat from the clothes.

The door was closed, Cheng Cheng opened his lips slightly, and let out a shallow gasp.

He finally couldn't help himself, closed his eyes again, and stretched out his hand.

The coldest weather has passed, and Tian Xin came here again during this period, and as usual, he came and left on the same day.

On this day, Cheng Cheng put the painting on the easel, and was sitting alone in the living room flipping through the works he had painted before.

I have to say that Tian Xin's two visits are still useful, and he has a lot of new inspirations in his mind. Every time Cheng Cheng thinks of this, he can't help laughing. I will be devastated for the completion of the project.

He stood up, ever since he lived by himself, he always liked to turn on the TV to listen to the excitement, and now is no exception.

At this moment, the news that one of the towers of a certain national church has been topped is being broadcast on it.

He was stunned, watching the report above intently, some images flooded in front of his eyes indiscriminately, as if they must remind him to recall something.

After this message was over, Cheng Cheng walked towards the bedroom in silence, and opened one of the cabinets that he had never used for a while.

When he went on a trip before, he took a lot of photos, which were either drawn by him or stored by him, but after seeing the news just now, he suddenly couldn't remember how he stood there at that time.

It's hypocritical to say it, but he is a person who needs to draw pictures of illusory moods and elusive emotions.

If he can't grasp his mood, he can't even judge how well he is painting.

He took out a box that had not been opened for a long time from the bottom of the cabinet, which contained a mobile phone.

After Cheng Cheng got here, he hid the old things, but now there are some old photos missing in the phone storage, maybe they haven't been synchronized.

He was a little anxious, trying to find the photos he had taken in the church and on the island before, but suddenly he couldn't imagine the proper light and shadow.

It had been useless for too long, and the phone had long since run out of battery, so he simply squatted aside and plugged in the charging cable, waiting for it to turn on without blinking.

Finally, 10 minutes later, he got his wish and turned on his former mobile phone.

He first found the photo he wanted, carefully backed it up and sent it to the current computer.

It was supposed to stop here, but Cheng Cheng looked at a certain icon that hadn't lit up for a long time, and still couldn't hold back, and logged in to his previous social account by accident.

This account has not been used since that day. When I first logged in, because too many messages popped up, I almost got stuck in the program.

After everything calmed down, Cheng Cheng mustered up the courage to open it.

There are also messages from other people, but they are very few, only one or two, only the person who chats with me the most, and unread messages are displayed in the upper right corner.

Cheng Cheng felt that he was torturing himself, but he seemed unable to control himself at this moment.

After the WeChat voice is turned off, it will not be displayed as a missed call if it is not received, so there are only white messages on it.

But basically it was concentrated in the first few days when I just ran away.

[X: Where have you been? 】

[X: Why did the phone log out. 】

[X: If we had any misunderstanding before, I will apologize, but you can't hide. 】

[X: Cheng Cheng, where are you. 】

[X: Come back first, okay? 】

……

Xie Xun has always been a seldom talker. When I sent messages to him before, the replies were basically very short. Now, a series of unread messages came over me, which almost made Cheng Cheng feel dizzy.

His fingers slid across the screen uncontrollably, and he kept looking at one line, feeling more and more ashamed of himself, reminding himself of what an outrageous thing he had done.

But he really had no other choice, he didn't want to cruelly reject the other party knowing what he wanted, so he could only pretend to be a turtle and hide.

He is insatiable, wants love, and wants to live.

The frequency of sending messages later was less. I don't know if I realized that I wouldn't reply, or there was some other reason.

According to the date, the following information basically comes once a week or two. It doesn't look like a questioning or request, and it doesn't have any emotion, as if it's just recording something.

[X: 1 day. 】

【X: Xiao Ling asked you today why you didn't come during this time, and I said you were on a business trip. 】

【X: I went to find your grandmother. 】

【X: What she meant was that you had other ideas? 】

【X: You didn't even settle the divorce agreement, so you just left. 】

【X: Xiao Ling's condition has stabilized, and she has been sent back to school. 】

[X: The new project is very successful. 】

……

They were all very short words, and Cheng Cheng read them quickly, and he had long forgotten that he came here to find pictures in the first place.

Holding his phone, he rushed to the kitchen to pour a glass of ice water, and took two sips to force himself to calm down.

Just as he was about to put it away and go to the studio to draw, the phone in his hand suddenly vibrated twice.

He was so frightened that his heart beat faster, then trembling, he looked at the screen cautiously.

Still the same dialog, but now with two new messages on it.

[X: Cheng Cheng. 】

[X: You'd better be able to run a little further. 】

"..."

Cheng Cheng shuddered, this time he was really going into cardiac arrest.