worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

In the evening, Song Ci learned how to cook crayfish with Aunt Wang.

Song Ci glanced at Aunt Wang out of the corner of his eye while removing the shrimp thread, and pretended to ask casually, "Aunt Wang, I want to ask you a question."

Aunt Wang was cooking other dishes, when she heard this, she turned her head to look at him with a smile: "You ask."

Song Ci lowered his head and focused on the matter at hand: "Do you usually go online?"

Aunt Wang nodded, and went to look at the pot again: "Yes, I saw you on the Internet today, Xiao Ci, you are very cute, and I saw that many people like you."

Song Ci was very disturbed: "You really don't think... I'm too stupid?"

Aunt Wang turned her head to look at him immediately when she heard the words, still holding the spatula in her hand: "Huh? Who said that to you? I think you are very good!"

The corner of Song Ci's mouth curled up and he relaxed a little.

Since Aunt Wang thinks he is not stupid, then everyone in the Ji family should think the same way, right?They are family after all.

Then he doesn't need to be so nervous.

Song Ci finished cooking a dish of crayfish under Aunt Wang's guidance. When he wanted to help her cook other dishes, she kicked him out and made him sit on the sofa and watch TV.

Song Ci then sat on the sofa in the living room, lay down comfortably in the little den that he used to sleep in, and turned on the TV. There was an advertisement on the TV, Song Ci didn't look at it, and took out his mobile phone to play.

There was an unread text message displayed on the phone. Song Ci clicked on it and found that it was an unfamiliar text message. When he was about to delete it, he caught a glimpse of the content in it and was immediately taken aback.

——Don’t think that winning Yin Qi is something to be proud of. Now you should have listened to the result of losing the role, right?

Song Ci's eyebrows narrowed, and he pressed twice on the screen: Cai Ming?

The other side quickly replied to the text message: it is me.Listening to that script, I never thought of letting you go. The director is interested in you, but so what?The audition time is on the first day, and I'm talking about the third day. Not only that, I also gave Wei Li all the things you wrote, and asked him to audition.

The biographies and performance analysis of the [-]D characters are indeed written by him.

But even though he had guessed before, and now the guess has become a reality, Song Ci's chest still ignited uncontrollably.

He clutched his phone tightly and didn't reply.

But Cai Ming is still sending text messages: And I have prepared a big gift for you. Before that, you were already in a frozen state. Even if your current manager has the ability to attract resources for you, he is already powerless. It's over.The director Zhuang Ran who listens attentively is notoriously harsh and unreasonable. He hates actors being late and playing big names. He originally liked you, but in the end you not only broke the appointment, but also immediately went to the variety show without stopping. You let him how to think?Think about your current coffee position, think about Zhuang Ran's network, do you think there is still a good project to find you?With a hot search for sand sculptures, how many hours can you be popular?

Song Ci's heart turned cold, and his eyes sharpened immediately.

Cai Ming seemed to have imagined his current emotions, and his tone was very cheerful: I told you earlier to make you behave, and nothing happened. I want to ruin your reputation, which is easier than crushing an ant.Do you regret it now?Are you on the verge of crying?Do you want to beg me for mercy?But it's too late now, even if you kneel on the ground and lick Lao Tzu's toes, it's useless, you bitch!

Song Ci looked at the words on the screen, his vision was in a daze for a moment, and then his fingers trembled and he dragged Cai Ming into the blacklist.

He was sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the front, the TV screen was white in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

For him, Gao Quan lost so much money to Mingyue, and he still hasn't paid back his money. Are you going to play the dungeon of hell mode with him now?

Boy 2 is Gao Quan's use of his own contacts and the resources he got from his friends - Song Ci is only an [-]th line now, and any large-scale variety show with a normal mind will not consider inviting him.

But how long can this situation last?Has Gao Quanquan been depleting his contacts?

Everything in society is equal, there is no free lunch, even friends are no exception, once he speaks to a friend for Song Ci, it is equivalent to owing someone else a favor, and he will have to pay it back in the future.

But now that Song Ci's reputation in the director circle has been bad, and he has been blacklisted by most famous directors, his current situation will only get worse.

How long can Gao Quan's connections last?How much will he lose for Song Ci?

Song Ci felt chills all over his body, as if he had been immersed in a deep sea, and everything on the water was far away from him.

What is he going to do now...

Find Zhuang Ran's contact information, then apologize to him, and make him forgive him no matter what.

What if he doesn't accept it?What if he didn't even want to see him?

in case……

Song Ci was a little dazed.

At this moment, Aunt Wang took out a dish from the kitchen, and when she passed by Song Ci, she asked casually, "Xiao Ci, what are you looking at?"

Song Ci's voice was very soft: "Watch TV, the heroine in it is quite funny."

Aunt Wang glanced at the TV, only to see that there was a social news on the TV, and there was no heroine.

In the middle of the night, a full moon climbed into the air, emitting a lingering light. Song Ci had a nightmare. In the dream, he left Ji Huai. As far as he could see, there were large patches of red. He was wearing tattered clothes, with a disheveled face, curled up in a corner by himself, looking helplessly at passers-by.

Those walking on the road have only a gray shadow, without a very clear face.

Whenever someone passed by him once, Song Ci would raise his face with difficulty and call out, "Ji Huai?"

But no one responded to him.

I don't know when it started to rain, the rain was lingering, with a biting chill, pattering, not big, but it made the temperature drop suddenly.

Song Ci hugged himself tighter, shouting over and over again: "Ji Huai..."

Still no one responded to him, and the whole world was eerily quiet.

He kept shouting until his voice was hoarse, and his throat was so sore that he couldn't speak, but there was still no sound except himself.

so cold……

so hungry...

Song Ci paused silently, suddenly felt his face was a little wet, he slowly raised his hand, touched his cheek, but felt wet.

……

Song Ci suddenly opened his eyes. The bedroom was quiet and there was no light. The heavy curtains covered the moonlight, separating a dark space.

He was sleeping on the pillow half on his stomach, and the pillow was wet at this moment.

Song Ci fumbled and touched his face, the corners of his eyes were indeed wet.

Ji Huai was sleeping next to him, but their quilts were separated.

Song Ci got up gently, then unscrewed the door and walked out.

He didn't turn on the light, and walked down the stairs in the dark, and then came to the wine storage room on the first floor. He turned on a small light, and the dim yellow light seemed to cover everything with a layer of rough edges.

Song Ci was leaning against the wine cabinet, his nightgown was slightly open, he was carrying a bottle of wine, he didn't really see whether it was white wine or red wine, he just poured it down when it opened.

not enough.

Nothing is enough.

He didn't want this feeling of sobriety.

Song Ci poured until his eyes became dizzy before stopping. At this time, there were already two empty bottles in his hand.

He opened another bottle of wine, carried it wobbly, and walked out the door. He accidentally kicked over the empty bottle while walking out, but he didn't notice it at all. Passed the stairwell, opened the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and came to the courtyard.

This courtyard is in the style of a classical garden. The designer has spent a lot of effort on it. Under the night, the flowing water is gurgling, and the green plants are lush and lively.

The moonlight casts a large piece of silver light, which shines on the flowing water, refracting sparkling waves.

Song Ci was sitting by the French window, gulping down his wine, his eyes wandering, his cheeks were white, Song Ci never showed his face when drinking, so others could only judge whether he was drunk or not through his eyes.

But as he drank, the wine that he drank seemed to have all turned into water, and fell from his eyes again, no matter what he couldn't control it.

A vast ocean.

Song Ci only felt that his eyes were blurred, he couldn't see anything clearly, his whole body seemed to be on fire, and he seemed to be in chaos. With just a light touch, the whole person could fly up.

His long eyelashes were soaked with tears, making them look extraordinarily black, and his eyes were full of water, converging into drops, sliding across the curves of his delicate and beautiful face, and falling from his chin.

The collar of the nightgown was folded, revealing a swan-like slender neck.

Song Ci leaned against the French window and closed his eyes.

At this moment, his posture looks like an abandoned kitten. Even sad and wronged, he has to choose a late night, secretly enduring it, even crying silently.

——Song Ci would not tolerate such a state in his sober state.

He tilted his head up and continued to pour wine into his mouth. The liquid that was too late to swallow flowed from the corner of his mouth, flowed over his snow-white neck, and soaked his nightgown.

Until his wrist was held.

Song Ci thought it was his own illusion at first, but soon he realized that it didn't seem to be the case.

The strength of holding his wrist gradually increased, and immediately, someone came and gently snatched the wine bottle from his hand.

Song Ci opened his eyes, his vision blurred for a moment, and he recognized his nightgown of the same style as his own. He bent his lips and said in a low voice, "...Ji Huai?"

Ji Huai squatted beside him and hummed.

He was woken up by the commotion downstairs, but he didn't expect to find Song Ci drinking when he came downstairs.

A gust of cold wind slid by, blowing people's body chills. Song Ci thought of that dream, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or in reality.

He tilted his head to look at Ji Huai, struggling to lock his position, but Ji Huai's face was still a blur in his eyes.

Still can't see anything.

No one who walked by him noticed him.

It was as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

No matter how many times he shouted, no one would answer him.

His family is gone, his friends are gone, his teachers are gone.

He came to this world alone, and originally thought that the plot would develop according to the book, but now it seems that, except for Han Sen who appeared when he got married, all the things that happened next were all unexpected, and there was nothing in the book. the plot.

There was a blankness and nothingness before him, and he didn't know what would happen next.

He was like a blind man, leaning on crutches with difficulty, staggering forward in the darkness, facing an unpredictable future, and he couldn't even escape.

And the only person who can give him a sense of security is Ji Huai, the paper man he likes in the real world.

But now, even Ji Huai is gone, he can't hear him calling him, he's lost.

He is just a lonely wandering soul, and there is no trace of his existence in the world anymore.

What is fluttering like, the world is a sand gull.

Song Ci finally broke down and cried out uncontrollably, his voice was so hoarse: "Ji Huai—"