Soft fragrance in my arms [entertainment circle]

This night was extremely difficult for Ye Sixu.

At first it was tossing and turning, having difficulty falling asleep.

He took off Qin Yueming's shirt and put it beside the bed, rubbing the cuffs and collar from time to time.

In fact, there is no Qin Yueming's breath on the shirt, only the clean and pure smell of cleaning agent.

And the clothes are brand new, probably not worn a few times.

But to Ye Sixu, this is already very precious, like a child who finally got a baby, who can't sleep at night, afraid that when he opens his eyes, his beloved thing is gone.

And around four o'clock in the morning, Ye Sixu suddenly woke up from a strange dream.

When I woke up, I felt that the quilt was chilly, and I was in a bad mood, so I hurriedly lifted the quilt and got up.

He collapsed on the bed dejectedly, desperate.

As an adult, he has rarely encountered such things.

Tonight, it seemed really abnormal.

Ye Sixu had no choice but to get up and get out of bed, took off her underwear, wiped it with a paper towel on the bedside, and walked slowly to the bathroom.

In the middle of the night, he crossed the aisle between the guest room and the bathroom like a thief. After washing his body briefly, considering that he would have no underwear to wear tomorrow, he could only resign himself to his fate and continue to rinse.

The person in the mirror is pale, with puffy eyes, dull eyes and depressed mood.

The thought suddenly flashed to the dream just now, and the cheeks flushed again.

Is it more likely to dream of Qin Yueming because they live together?

Ye Sixu thought angrily.

In the dream...they didn't do anything.

That is, Qin Yueming kissed him on the back.

But why did Qin Yueming kiss his back?

Ye Sixu turned his head in confusion, wanting to see that place.

I can't remember the details of the dream at all, I only remember that the two of them were watching a movie, watching and watching, the two changed from their respective sofas to sitting on the same sofa, hugging each other tightly.

later……

"Cough." Ye Sixu hurriedly interrupted her thoughts, and patted her cheeks with wet palms, telling herself to stay awake.

"Tuk-tuk-"

There was a sudden knock on the bathroom door.

Ye Sixu paused, facing her naked self in the mirror and the panties in her hand, dumbfounded.

"What... what's wrong?" Ye Sixu asked in a panic, quickly wrung out the trousers in his hands, put them aside, quickly pulled off the bathrobe on the hanger on the other side, and threw it off wrapped around his body.

"Are you okay?" Qin Yueming's voice was obviously hoarse, maybe it was because of the dawn.

While tying the belt, Ye Sixu asked, "Are you going to use the bathroom? Wait a minute." He glanced at the trousers on the sink, took them and stuffed them into the pocket of the bathrobe.

After opening the door, Ye Sixu saw Qin Yueming squinting at him.

His bathrobe was also loosely wrapped around his body, as if he had tied it casually, revealing a large area of ​​charming skin on his chest.

"Then you can use it." Ye Sixu didn't know why he got up suddenly.

Qin Yueming raised his hand and rubbed his head: "Let me see, what's the matter with you? Are you all right?"

"No." Ye Sixu felt guilty, and pressed his bathrobe pocket with his left hand, "It's all right, I just need to go to the toilet. I'll... go back first."

As he said, he swam away from Qin Yueming's side like a fish.

Qin Yueming took a look behind him, frowned, and walked into the bathroom.

After entering, I saw some water stains on the sink, and there was a piece of disassembled soap, obviously washing things.

At this point, what are you washing?

Qin Yueming thought suspiciously.

As a director's occupational disease, he also likes to think about the character's thinking and behavior logic.

While solving the bladder problem, Qin Yueming quickly thought clearly——

What did a boy wash with soap at the sink in the early hours of the morning?

Especially since his T-shirt and jeans have been sent over clearly.

Qin Yueming glanced at the hand sanitizer and facial cleanser placed next to the porcelain dish of soap.

Excluding washing hands and face, then the only thing that can be washed is...

He hooked his lips and smiled lightly at the mirror while washing his hands.

It's nice to be young and energetic.

When Qin Yueming passed Ye Sixu's guest room, he narrowed his eyes and had a thought: So the little rabbit was not wearing anything under the bathrobe just now?

As long as he thinks of the little rabbit being naked and tender, Qin Yueming also feels bad.

Ye Sixu, who returned to her room, thought for a long time, she would definitely not be able to do her underwear tomorrow, so what should I do?

He glanced at the trousers on the back of the chair, and decided to go to the bathroom to dry them with a hair dryer tomorrow morning.

He turned over the quilt hopelessly, and continued to lie in it, just wanting to sleep again, and quickly forget about this embarrassing thing.

The next day, it was Qin Yueming who knocked on the door of the room and told him to get up. "May I come inside?"

"Come in."

After subconsciously speaking, Ye Sixu woke up from the hazy drowsiness - he was not wearing anything!

Qin Yueming's shirt is still on the bed!

My undried underpants are still hanging on the chair!

God!

"No! Don't come in!" Ye Sixu shouted recklessly, it was the first time that he had such a big reaction in front of Qin Yueming.

Qin Yueming held the doorknob that had been unscrewed, and then retreated: "Okay, then you get up slowly, and breakfast will be delivered in 10 minutes, let's have breakfast together."

"Oh." Ye Sixu had a false alarm, propped his head in a daze, and looked at the underpants on the back of the chair.

Hurry up, or you'll be wearing jeans in a vacuum.

He jumped out of bed, wrapped himself in a bathrobe, opened the door and walked out.

Qin Yueming, who was by the window, was sitting and flipping through some documents, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, looking a little strange.

The early winter sun shone on him from the window, it was unbelievably soft.

Ye Sixu thought, is this Qin Yueming after waking up in the morning? It seems closer than usual.

As soon as Qin Yueming raised his eyes, he saw Ye Sixu looking at him stupidly, his cheeks puffed up, "Morning."

"Morning!" Ye Sixu hurried into the bathroom.

Qin Yueming looked at him, smiled lightly, and continued to read the script in his hand.

The sixth version of the script for the next film, after half a year of grinding, still didn't achieve the feeling he wanted in his heart.

Toilet.

After Ye Sixu finished washing, he found the half-dried underpants that had been blown by the hair dryer. Fortunately, the fabric was not too heavy, and it dried completely in about 10 minutes.

He put on his underpants and opened the door to go out.

Yao Sheng heard Qin Yue yelling, "Did you wash your hair this morning?"

Ye Sixu gave an embarrassing "hmm" and hurried to the room, but it seemed that he could only wear Qin Yueming's shirt, or a bathrobe?

If you don't wear it now, do you have to return it to him?

Then wear it!

Ye Sixu put on the white shirt slowly and carefully buttoned it button by button.

He put the watch on the table on his left wrist and glanced at the time, it was eight twenty.

At this moment, when he heard someone ring the doorbell, he stayed in the room for a while, and waited for the person to leave before opening the door and going out.

Qin Yueming saw that he came out wearing his own shirt again, walking lightly on his straight and slender legs, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Does he like it?

Still, I love it.

"Drink milk?" Qin Yueming retracted his eyes and asked casually.

Ye Sixu moved over, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him, and said, "Okay." In front of him was a cup of coffee, and on the table was a regular Chinese-Western breakfast.

The sunlight by the window was just right, and from Qin Yueming's angle, he could clearly see Ye Sixu's faint hairs on his ears and temples, as if covering his cheeks with just the right amount of soft light.

Seeing that he seemed to be looking at herself, Ye Sixu pouted her lips and ate carefully.

When drinking milk, the lips were stained with a layer of white foam, and the tip of the pink tongue lightly licked, all eleven cute and tender animals.

"Shall we go back today?" Ye Sixu asked softly, "Do you still have work?"

Qin Yueming drank his coffee and looked at the river scenery under the sky: "I have a friend who will come to the hotel to meet me later, and I will go back in the afternoon. Do you want to hang out here?"

Ye Sixu shook his head: "No need."

When he was in college, he came to a university in Shanghai as an exchange student for a semester, so he was no stranger to the city.

"Then you go and do your work, I'll just stay in the room." He said slowly, biting the golden and crispy croissant, eating very politely.

"En." Qin Yueming rested his forearm on the table, tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, "Eat at the hotel restaurant at noon? Or go to a nearby restaurant?"

Ye Sixu pinched the croissant: "Don't you have to have dinner with your friends?"

"I want to eat with you." Qin Yueming said boldly and honestly, picking up the coffee cup and taking a sip calmly.

When Ye Sixu heard this, she almost coughed, and her panicked eyes didn't know where to fall: "Oh."

He added in a low voice: "That's up to you, I don't know either."

Does Qin Yueming really regard himself as Qin Yuefeng?That's right.

But it can be seen from this that the two brothers really have a deep relationship.

Ye Sixu raised his eyes, and found that he was still looking at him lightly, and there was an aura of vicissitudes in his deep eyes.

His heart suddenly softened.

He sincerely looked at the mature man in front of him, and realized strongly: Everyone has a face, and the soul under the face is full of holes. No one has ever seen it. The only thing he can do is—— In the moment of acquaintance, be as gentle as possible.

Ye Sixu finished eating a croissant, took another sip of milk, and asked in a calm voice, "Then where do you want to go for dinner? May I listen to you?"

On Qin Yueming's stern face, there was a soft gaze, and his eyes slowly turned to the vast sky outside the window: "Okay, I'll decide."

The voice was very soft, as if answering Ye Sixu, or just repeating this sentence clearly

Ye Sixu lowered her eyes, twirled her fingers around the outside of the milk cup, and said softly: "I have no idea, and I don't like to make up my mind."

"After that, I will decide the small things." Qin Yueming took the initiative to take over the words, looked at the boy who showed his heart in front of him, and carefully figured out the meaning of his expression and words, and even the subtext behind this sentence, "Important things, I will discuss with you, let's decide together?"

"Okay." Ye Sixu also laughed, pursing her lips, and the corners of her soft mouth opened a small arc.

Always so cautious, it seems that he dare not even laugh too hard.

Qin Yueming felt a little distressed, but he didn't say anything.

The two remained silent.

This time, it was Ye Sixu who took the initiative to break the deadlock, and said slowly as if confiding to his family: "I'm going to enter the final rehearsal stage in a few days. Will you be expelled from the theater if you are dragging your feet?"

Qin Yueming said: "Do you think Director Fang Yinan will allow unqualified actors to appear on the stage of Qingguang Theater?"

"That's true." Ye Sixu quite agreed, "I hope it goes well." He speculated for a while, and pouted his lips, "This is my first time performing on stage."

"Are you looking forward to it?" Qin Yueming asked along with him.

Ye Sixu nodded vigorously, lowered her eyes shyly, her slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, like tender petals blown by the breeze in the morning light.

"Expectation, nervousness, curiosity, fear, and many unexplainable emotions."

Listening to what he said, Qin Yueming obviously felt that the study during this period of time made him gradually show an actor's thinking in his life.

This is a good thing.

"Do you want to be an actor all the time?"

"Actually, I haven't thought about it." Ye Sixu smiled.

Before Qin Yueming had time to continue asking, the doorbell rang again.

He glanced at his watch: "It should be the clothes."

Ye Sixu nodded and saw him get up to open the door.

He looked at Qin Yueming's stretched and burly back, and thought: why is the same bathrobe worn on Qin Yueming's body and mine? It's completely different?

I turned out to be so out of shape, depressed.

Ye Sixu quickly drank up the milk, finished his breakfast, walked over to take two dry cleaning bags, which contained a T-shirt and jeans, and he held them up and said: "Then I'll go change clothes, you go to work on yours first." Bar."

Qin Yueming nodded and watched him go back to his room.

Ye Sixu changed his clothes and came out, holding Qin Yueming's shirt in his hand, when he heard Qin Yueming calling, he seemed to be going out immediately.

Qin Yueming hung up the phone and said, "Then you are staying in the room? Contact me in case of any accident?" He walked over and rubbed his hair, "If you want to eat or need anything, just contact the guest room to deliver it , don't go out?"

"Okay, I see." Ye Sixu nodded, and was about to lift his shirt, but he directly pulled it away.

Qin Yueming said, "I'm going to change my clothes."

Ye Sixu stared, he's going out wearing this shirt today? "But... don't you need to wash it?"

"It's okay." Qin Yueming said casually, as if he didn't mind.

Ye Sixu lowered her eyes and quickly walked to the sofa to sit down, thinking in her heart: Why are you all right?I have worn it.

Is he casual, or am I...too mindful?

If he puts it on, in case he smells his breath.

Ye Sixu supported his head, not daring to continue thinking.

When Qin Yueming showed up in a white shirt and long trousers, Ye Sixu looked up at him.

It has to be said that Qin Yueming is indeed a hanger figure. Only when a well-tailored shirt meets him can he 100% show a neat and capable elite temperament.

"Pass me the jacket." Qin Yueming said to Ye Sixu, who was still in distress.

"Oh." Ye Sixu reacted, and handed him the jacket on the other side of the sofa.

Qin Yueming touched the back of his head while arranging the cufflinks, and told him, "wait until I come back to eat."

"Yeah!" On Ye Sixu's fair cheeks, there was a soft smile that was harmless to humans and animals.

Qin Yueming thought, he is indeed well-behaved today, and he is a little bit more courageous.

Good progress.

Not only that, Ye Sixu also obediently sent him to the door.

Qin Yueming said as if thinking of something: "I have scripts and books on the table in my room. If you have nothing to do, you can watch them, or watch TV or movies."

After they left, Ye Sixu closed the door, and then clutched his heart and beat wildly.

If this continues, he will fall again.

However, it is obviously inappropriate to be trapped in Qin Yueming's world.

He found the shadow of his younger brother in himself.

And what about yourself?

He looked around, and finally walked slowly into his room.

The quilt was not folded, the suitcase was almost packed, and there were indeed two books and a stack of scripts on the table.

Ye Sixu stood at the end of the bed, his eyes slowly turned from the white wall, and finally landed on the bed.

A thought popped up.

He turned around and locked the door, then turned his head and threw himself on the quilt where Qin Yueming had slept.

The taste and breath of Qin Yueming swept across Ye Sixu's world like a tide.

He turned over and wrapped the quilt around his body, sniffing gently on the bed.

No matter how much he reminded himself in his heart, he couldn't resist Qin Yueming.

When he smiled, he could only follow him in a daze.

As soon as he got close, he already forgot where he was.

No, Ye Sixu thought, I know where I am - in the clouds.

He clutched the quilt and leaned on the pillow to dream, unrealistic, illusory, and involuntary dreams.

The corners of the mouth could not help but become more and more raised.

Ye Sixu woke up suddenly when his whole body became hot under the covers.

How stupid.

Ye Sixu felt that she was the same as a 16-year-old child in puberty.

He hugged the quilt and sat up, rubbing it softly in his hands, and secretly smiled again.

After getting out of bed, quickly restored the quilt to its original shape, and Ye Sixu walked to the table.

On the cover of A4 size, there are four words written in one line: Death of Rose.

The following line of fine print: tentative name.

There is a black pen next to it: need to change.

Ye Sixu felt that Qin Yueming should have written the powerful brushstrokes.

Is it a bad name?

The Death of a Rose.

Intense and voluptuous sweet tragedy.

The following two books, one is the English version of "Mrs. Warren's Profession".

Ye Sixu knew this book, "Mrs. Warren's Occupation", Bernard Shaw's masterpiece.

He picked it up for a while, and there were a lot of English annotations in it, which should also be Qin Yueming's handwriting. This book is densely typed, and it is a publication from a very early year. The paper is average, and it is written vigorously. Years later refilling with some understanding.

The other is a biography of a famous world-class Internet boss.

Ye Sixu didn't know that Qin Yueming still read this kind of book, and there were many comments, but it was obviously based on the characters' thinking and logical reasoning.

He guessed that Qin Yueming wanted to know more about different types of characters.

Ye Sixu poured himself a glass of water, went back to her room, sat on the sofa chair by the windowsill, and slowly began to read "The Death of a Rose".

The story of a pair of sisters, how to make a living with their bodies in the turbulent times.

At the beginning of the script, sister Rose's benefactor is suddenly killed in her bed, and she is thus involved in this seemingly accidental murder.

When making a living meets murder, two weak women who just want to survive like ants in the cracks are dragged into a more complicated struggle, the danger in the gray area, the privileged class regard human life as nothing, but the little people at the bottom show morality , the faint light of humanity.

At the end of the whole script, the hopeless younger sister Rose meets her illegitimate son in girlhood, but she dare not recognize each other.

Recognition means that this child who was born in the middle class and received a good education will lose his reputation and become the "son of sex" that everyone can criticize.

When they passed by, Rose hummed softly, which she sang to the child within a few days of the child's birth, but now, the child grows up and doesn't need her.

On the last page of the script, there is a short sentence: Rose walks into the moat and dies.

The whole story begins with murder and ends with suicide.

Under the winter sun, Ye Sixu read the whole story without daring to breathe.

He could vaguely see in his mind that in the long and dark alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, Rose twisted her proud figure and brushed past her own son who was being held in someone else's arms.

The evening sun was fading away at the end of the alley, and the figure of Rose was only a thin, distorted silhouette after all.

The moat in winter is so cold, slowly overflowing Rose's slender ankles, and the hem of her narrow skirt with exquisite patterns floats up. She hums a song, looks at the sky, smiles at the world, and walks firmly towards death step by step.

Rose's words to the times, the world, and life are nothing more than a light "heh..."

Ye Sixu leaned on the armrest with her left elbow, covered her cheek with her palm, and tears gushed from between her fingers.

In childhood memories, the old events between the parents who are still alive are surging bit by bit, and the scar on the left wrist is burning hot, and the pain makes my heart twitch.

He began to regret that he shouldn't have opened this script.Everyone who reads the story ultimately sees himself in the story.

He leaned back on the sofa in pain, letting tears slowly fall from the corners of his eyes and seep into his black hair.

"Aye? Are you in the room?" There was a knock on the door accompanied by Qin Yueming's voice.

Ye Sixu rubbed his eyes carelessly, and glanced at the time anxiously, it was past eleven o'clock.

"Don't come in."

Qin Yueming frowned, and seemed to hear an obvious cry: "What's wrong? What happened?" He immediately pushed the door and entered, but saw Ye Sixu standing by the bedside table, holding a black kraft tissue box with one hand, his face Don't go over, whispered: "It's okay."

Qin Yueming glanced at the script on the sofa, stepped forward and pressed his shoulder, and did not force him to turn around, but hugged him in this posture with his back turned.

Ye Sixu fell into a warm chest, with obvious enthusiasm, wrapping around his shoulders, he gave a sharp pause, he couldn't bear to push it away.

Like a wronged child returning home to receive a comforting hug from his parents, this time, he couldn't hide the tears in his eyes, so he had to press a tissue to his eyes, for fear that he would see it.

shame.

Qin Yueming put his hand on his right shoulder and asked in a deep voice: "My script is too ugly, isn't it?"

"No..." Ye Sixu twisted slightly when he heard this, and said in a low voice, "The writing is too good."

Qin Yueming pulled the tissue behind him and slowly turned his shoulder.

I saw the boy with wet eyelashes shyly and embarrassingly avoiding his eyes. The corners of his eyes were red, his nose was red, and his lips were already red. People are envious.

Qin Yueming squeezed a tissue to wipe away the transparent tears from the corners of his eyes.

His skin was tender, and his movements were gentle, as if he was afraid of breaking the rare glass in this world.

Ye Sixu changed the subject in embarrassment and awkwardness, and asked, "Is this the script you wrote?"

There is also a strong, jerky taste in the voice.

"Written many years ago." Qin Yueming lowered his eyes, and his crying nose was imprinted in his deep eyes, "I met a beautiful old lady when I was studying abroad. She was a prostitute when she was young and had a son. He is a very well-known lawyer. I made a draft on the spur of the moment. Over the years, I have added some things from time to time. Recently, other screenwriters have also revised it together, and the final version has not yet been determined."

As he spoke, he took Ye Sixu to sit by the bed, carefully observing Ye Sixu's emotions.

Ye Sixu nodded: "So that's the case. What about "Ms. Hualun's Occupation"? I remember that Mrs. Hualun ran a brothel and raised a daughter."

"Yes." Qin Yueming put his arms around him, and seeing that he was no longer crying, he said, "The drama I watched earlier, the fate trajectory is close to the old lady I met, so I turned it out to see if George Bernard Shaw is How to present a story, how to show tension between characters, and find a balance."

Ye Sixu pouted, and whispered, "It's so bitter. Why did you write such a bitter story?"

Unattainable, it should be the most worrying one among the many sufferings.

Qin Yueming slowly hugged him and let him lean on his shoulder, his eyes looked at a certain point in the void, as if he was recalling some emotion.

"When I was your age, I watched Fellini and "Eight and a Half", and I didn't understand why it was so hard to make a movie, but it was so hard to just survive. Life is like a race with no end and no companions. Some have been running, sweating, and even crying. The scenery on the road is beautiful, but that beautiful scenery may be a trap. Confused, unpredictable, and even desperate."

Qin Yueming's tone was extremely deep. These words seemed to be slowly moved out from a certain corner in the depths. He hadn't seen the light for many years. Today, he finally met a listener and finally saw a little bit of sunshine .

Ye Sixu was attracted by his tone, and looked up at his face.

It seems that at this moment, the shadow between his straight nose and eye sockets, the straight and stubborn browbones, the sharp curve of his mouth when he pursed his lips, especially those eyes that glowed with cold light, are all hidden It reveals a compassionate artist temperament.

He fell into Qin Yueming's emotions, and the focus of his eyes fell on the stubble he had shaved in the morning.

He said quietly: "But you, I mean whether it's Fellini or you, even many directors are still tirelessly filming such stories, suffering, desperate situation, and hopeless."

Qin Yueming rubbed the young boy's soft hair: "I don't know why others do this. I just want to try to find myself through movies."

Ye Sixu didn't understand. He frowned and asked softly, "I found you? Then who are you now? Who were you in the past?"

Qin Yueming smiled lightly, with a layer of sadness in his eyes: "I may not know who I am all my life. But movies give me a way to find, and I will never know which film, which scene, At any moment, I met my real self in the movie."

Ye Sixu was stunned, these words whirled in his mind, and finally pursed his mouth and lowered his eyelashes: "What about me, how do I find myself? In which time dimension and space dimension do I exist?"

Hearing this, Qin Yueming realized that this topic seemed to be too much. He ruffled his hair vigorously, and said dotingly: "Fool, if looking for yourself makes you painful, then don't look for it. We experience suffering, but we are I came here for the chocolate of life, remember that line?"

Ye Sixu nodded vigorously, and said the line softly: "Life was like a box of chocotes, you never ever know what you're gonnaget." After a pause, he continued, "Perhaps because of suffering, sweetness becomes so precious. Otherwise, we would also We don't appreciate sweetness, just like we don't appreciate the suffering that is readily available."

Qin Yueming was taken aback for a moment before he realized what the child was talking about. He swept his fingers over his earlobe and neck, pressed them tightly, tried his best to restrain his inner excitement, and said in a steady voice: "Aye, you will It's a great actor."

Ye Sixu blushed, and the corners of her eyes were pink, and asked in a low voice, "Will you be as good as you are as a director?"

"It will definitely be far better than me." Qin Yueming pressed him into his arms, and finally couldn't help but pressed a light kiss on the top of his hair.

Ye Sixu was silent, he didn't know this.

For him at this moment, the past suffering is concrete, while everything in the future is abstract.

Excellent actor, that's too far away, even farther than the study abroad he thought before.

Ye Sixu came back to his senses and pushed him violently.

He didn't know why they hugged each other, and the roots of his ears were hot.

He murmured, "Well, are we going to eat?"

Qin Yueming followed his movements and let him go, stood up and said, "Go. But my grandmother's family contacted me and asked us to have lunch. Let's go now, and I'll get my luggage." He looked around the room, " You pack it up too?"

Ye Sixu was a little dazed when he heard that, and looked up at him with innocent eyes: "We? I'll go too? Is your grandma's having dinner?"

"Yes." Qin Yueming pursed his lips, still stern, and did not smile, as if he was stating a fact that was about to happen and would definitely happen.

As he said this, he walked towards the door.

Ye Sixu turned to look at his back, and said, "Will you disturb your grandma?"

Qin Yueming didn't turn around, but said calmly: "Grandma suffered from Alzheimer's disease in her early years, so she doesn't recognize me. She always treats me as an uncle, but now she and two nannies are the only ones to take care of her at home. Grandpa and uncle have passed away."

Ye Sixu froze on the spot blankly.

He suddenly remembered what Qin Yueming said just now - about suffering, about life.

In other words, this person not only lost his parents and younger brother, but was even treated as another person by his grandmother.

So how did he survive these losses?

In the short period of more than 30 years, has he experienced time and time again, sinking again and again, and coming out again and again in the short period of more than [-] years?

Did he come out?

Ye Sixu looked at the glare of the sun after the clouds cleared and the fog cleared, he squinted his eyes, and seemed to understand why Qin Yueming could say such a thing.

This is a creator created by suffering, using the way of movies to interpret suffering over and over again, and finally...

Can he resolve the suffering?

Ye Sixu wiped the corners of his eyes and hastily wiped away his tears.

Compared with Qin Yueming, he is really fragile.