The actor has a lot of black material

He remembered clearly that he confessed to Lu Siyuan that he blackmailed Chang Huan, but Lu Siyuan said that he was honest and did not blame him.

Lu Siyuan's lips curled into a sneering arc, "Yes, I didn't mind those people who reported your black material before, but... now I mind..."

Ling Han didn't speak.

"Do you know why Zhu Beixian and I appeared there?" Lu Siyuan asked again.

Ling Han's lips moved, and he asked dumbly, "Why?"

If it hadn't been there, maybe... maybe nothing would have happened.

There was a sarcasm smile on Lu Siyuan's mouth, he didn't know whether he was laughing at Ling Han or himself. "I'm with him because of you, he doesn't want to let go, but I want you to come to me... You say, is it ridiculous?"

Ling Han froze, his body began to tremble slightly.

Lu Siyuan stretched out his slender hand to pinch Ling Han's chin, his eyes were full of confusion, "It's strange, what kind of medicine did you give me, why did I ignore your miserable past and think you are a good person?"

His fingers were cold and trembling slightly, Ling Han didn't feel it, he just felt that he was about to suffocate, Lu Siyuan's strength was not strong, but he still found it difficult to breathe.

Lu Siyuan took a deep breath, as if the dim light in his eyes gradually went out, "The last question, after you lied to me again and again, do you think I will forgive me?"

It was like the last bunch of fireworks exploded in the air, a gorgeous ending. After the fireworks, there was only boundless darkness and ashes left, cold and lonely.Ling Han felt that the ambiguity between him and Lu Siyuan disappeared like a firework.

He didn't know what to do to save it, maybe kneeling down and begging was a good way?Then weave a lie to deceive him?

But deep in his heart, he knew that everything was irreparable, and his last dignity would not allow him to do so.

Yes, why did you lie to him?

"Because I like you." Ling Han was in a trance, and didn't realize that he had said it, "I know that the things I did will make you look down on me, and I don't want you to know my bad side..."

The room was quiet.

In the early hours of the morning, the city fell into a deep sleep, most people were dreaming soundly, and even the cars on the streets were pitifully few.

The whole world was so quiet that it was almost lonely.

Ling Han thanked God for turning the world black and letting the world sleep, so that less people could see his embarrassment and desolation.Packing is already familiar, because there are too many times to leave in embarrassment, it seems that the body instinct is already familiar with how to take away one's things, and try not to leave a trace.There are very few things, and it is probably expected that they will leave soon.

When packing up his things, Lu Siyuan said, "You can leave tomorrow."

Ling Han shook his head, "No."

Lu Siyuan leaned against the door with a tired expression and indifferent eyes. He didn't hold back any longer, and quietly watched Ling Han pack up and leave.

Ling Han lowered his head and walked past him with his backpack on his back.

Sure enough, there was no one on the street, not even a car, and the dim light of the street lamps was dim.Ling Han was wandering aimlessly in the street by himself, not thinking about who to look for, because he was bound to be asked why, and he didn't have the strength to explain.His head was groggy and he couldn't get excited.

Going straight forward, going straight forward, the sky was getting brighter, and dark blue colors appeared in the black clouds.There are more pedestrians, more cars, and more noise.

When passing by, some passers-by turned to look at him in surprise, as if trying to determine if it was the star on TV.But Ling Han didn't notice at all, he was like a wandering ghost, floating around.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, someone suddenly grabbed him, and then shouted "Really!" Then, there seemed to be countless people around him, waving their arms and reaching out to him.All kinds of voices approached, those people opened and closed their mouths, trying to say something, but Ling Han didn't hear a word.

He stood there blankly, feeling extremely cold all over, and his head was getting more and more swollen.

Suddenly someone grabbed his arm again and pulled him into a chest. The strong and warm body temperature made him no longer feel cold.The people around were talking, their voices were very familiar, but they couldn't hear them clearly.

The man kept blocking the approach of the people around him, held Ling Han's hand tightly, and pulled him out of the crowd.

His palms were hot, scalding.

Ling Han was dragged into a car in a daze, and the man continued to talk to him, but he couldn't hear clearly.Sleepiness beat his originally weak mind like a wave, and he curled up on the co-pilot drowsy, and he didn't know anything after a while.

When I fell asleep, I had a nightmare. The fragments in the dream were intermittent, and Bai Zice's Ling Han was intertwined with each other, so that Ling Han couldn't tell who he was.There is even the situation of getting along with Lu Siyuan when he was Bai Zice, even the inadvertent eye contact and encounters are clearly and completely presented. If it didn't appear in the dream, Ling Han would never remember that he had been with Lu Siyuan. There have been so many brief intersections.

When I woke up again, my head was not as dizzy as before, and my eyelids were still heavy.Ling Han slowly opened his eyes, and his goal was the white ceiling, with a familiar yet unfamiliar faint smell of disinfectant floating in his nose.

Ling Han was a frequent visitor to the hospital, and immediately realized that he was in the hospital again.

He didn't get up in a hurry, and lay quietly on the bed to reflect on his dreams, but unfortunately he couldn't remember anything, as if those chaotic dreams were all formatted from his head the moment he woke up, and there was no trace of them at all.

The only thing left is that sense of loss.

Ling Han probably knew what he had dreamed about, but that was all.

The relationship with Lu Siyuan is also like a dream, broken and ambiguous, like floating dust, flying past one after another, then inevitably falling to the ground, unable to fly again.

Thinking back on the situation last night, I felt that I was quite useless. If I met a bad person at that time, I probably wouldn't resist, so I obediently followed.Now that I think about it, I feel a little scared, but fortunately, the person I met was a good person, and even sent myself to the hospital.

While thinking wildly, the door opened, Ling Han turned his head, and was surprised to see Zhu Sheng walking in from the door.

Subconsciously, Ling Han sat up from the bed and rubbed his still swollen temples.

"Why are you here?" There was an obvious question in his eyes.

Zhu Sheng put a box of milk in his hand and smiled slightly, "Did you forget? I brought you here yesterday."

Ling Han recalled that when his head was in a trance, someone dragged him into the car and sent him away. He thought that person should be familiar, but now it seems to be Zhu Sheng.

Zhu Sheng was dressed casually and simply, with a beige coat and dark brown trousers. Everything on his body was high-quality, very textured, and he looked very energetic.

If it was before, Ling Han would be afraid to avoid him, but now facing Zhu Sheng, the culprit who caused the break between him and Lu Siyuan, he has no mood swings at all.Lu Siyuan had already broken with himself, there was no need to rush to draw a line with Zhu Sheng, and he didn't have the strength to do so.

Zhu Sheng sat by the bed, reaching out to touch Ling Han's forehead, but Ling Han turned his head away.

Zhu Sheng's hand froze in the air, and after a while he retracted it nonchalantly, "You have a fever, it's very serious."