Chapter 43: After being drunk

Holding Shan Yatong, who was already drunk, onto the bed, Xiao Qishen looked at his reddish cheeks and pink lips, and gently touched the corners of the boy's lips with his fingertips. The delicate touch made his heart move slightly.
He couldn't help but leaned down and gently touched the boy's lips. He could not help but want to rub the boy into his arms when he smelled the little wine in the boy's breath.
Holding back the throbbing in my heart, leaving the boy's lips, holding the boy's left arm exposed outside the quilt, preparing to stuff it into the quilt, but froze at that moment.
The shirt button on the left wrist was unbuttoned by the teenager, revealing a white wrist, and there was a scar that was not obvious but looked particularly harsh.
The scar is not obvious, but it still allows people to see how cruel and painful the young man made the knife.
The heart contracted tightly, and then there was a strong sense of weirdness. How could this person commit suicide at will? How could a person with such a personality commit suicide? !
Who is it that hurt him so much? !
Standing up and closing the door gently, Xiao Qishi saw a door beside him, hesitated slightly, walked to the door, and opened the door of the room. For a while, he didn't know whether he should go in or not, because the room was pulled inside. With the heavy curtains, there was no sunlight coming in, making it extremely dim.
After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Qishi walked into the room, opened the curtains, and let the sun shine into the room. For a while, the appearance of the room came into his sight.
A valuable piano, an electric guitar, and even a guzheng. Several musical instruments are placed in the room. On the other side, there is a table. Behind the table is a not-so-large bookshelf. He walked up and took a look. , It's all about some economics and art books.
Economy and art, these two things put together makes people feel a bit of a sense of contradiction. Xiao Qi even pulled out a book, which turned out to be a rubbing of Chinese painting. He rubbed his chin. He didn't expect Shan Yatong to like this. Books, it is totally unbelievable that he is only 19 years old. Even the 26-year-old himself is not interested in such things. How could he be interested in this kind of things at the age of 19?
I took out a book again, it was a book about deduction, and there were some notes on it, and I could see that the owner had already read this book.
Put the book back in its original place, and took out a book again. It was about economics. As soon as I opened the book, I saw an envelope between the pages of the book fell to the ground, and the corner of the envelope was still dark red. Stains.
Seeing the dark red stains, Xiao Qizhi felt a panic in his heart. He bent down and picked up the envelope. When he saw the "Single Eyed Pen" on the envelope, his heart was cold.
Shan Tong is the name of Shan Yatong when he did not debut. Reminiscent of the wound on Shan Yatong's wrist, Xiao Qizhen's fingers trembling lightly took out the letter in the envelope.
One corner of the letter paper was also stained with blood. Xiao Qishen looked at the content on the letter paper, closed his eyes, folded the letter paper, put the letter in the envelope again, sandwiched it between the pages, and put the book back in place. He was helpless. Sitting on the swivel chair next to the desk, the letter was filled with a teenager’s desperation for love in the future, being bullied by his teammates, abandoned by his beloved, and then committed suicide. The teenager who wrote this suicide note and Shan Ya in his own eyes Hitomi is already very different. Maybe a death can really make people realize it? That's why you can see through life and death, see through love?
The phone rang and saw the name on the caller ID, he pressed the answer button, "Cousin, hello."
"You said you want to take a makeup photo today?" The voice on the other end of the phone was calm.
"Ah, did I?" Xiao Qishi leaned on the swivel chair, "I drank a bit too much last night, I can't remember clearly."
"Really?" Tang Ruanqing's voice paused slightly, "Shan Yatong is with you?"
"He is drunk and has fallen asleep now," Xiao Qishi is not thinking about joking with Tang Ruanqing now. He stood up and took out the book about the interpretation just now, opened it, "What's the matter with cousin?"
"How can he get drunk?"
"Ah..." Turning a page, there are some records left by the owner, "Yu Xin is in a bad mood, he drank with Yuxin, of course he was drunk." Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, "Cousin, Do you like Jing Anjue?"
He thought that the other party would directly hang up, but the other party who surprised him was silent for a while, "What do you want to ask?"
"No, just ask casually," Xiao Qishen closed the book in his hand. "Some people just want to know who he is."
"Zimo, I don't know when you were actually interested in these things," Tang Ruanqing's voice was flat, "When he became popular, you studied in the UK, and even if you return to China, you will only play racing. ···When you left, you were still in a foreign country. What's the point of knowing or not understanding such a person who has nothing to do with you?"
Touching the desktop with his fingertips, Xiao Qi smiled lightly, "Well, I don't ask, I don't ask, I'll take care of my dear Xiaoya Hitomi."
Listening to the beep from the phone, Xiao Qishen closed the phone, looked at the book on the table, got up and put the book back in place.
Closing his eyes, Tang Ruanqing hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair in a daze.
There was a knock on the door and he sat up, "Come in."
"Ms. Tang," Xie Xun entered the door, as if he didn't see the tiredness under the man's smile, "Han Jing, now we must start first."
Tang Ruanqing nodded and thought for a while, "I want public opinion to destroy Gu Sen."
Xie Xun was a little embarrassed, "But he is now a first-line artist under Taylor's, maybe..." He paused, "The company is now preparing for the praying concert tour and the Sedum King's commemorative party. If you get too involved Han Jing’s matter may have an impact on the other two things, especially King Sedum..."
"I see, everything is focused on the commemoration party," Tang Ruanqing glanced at Xie Xun who hesitated to say, "What else?"
Xie Xun thought for a while, "I want to talk about Shan Yatong."
"Oh..." Tang Ruanqing pointed to the sofa aside, "Sit down and say."
Xie Xun did not refuse, and sat down to think carefully about his words, "I heard that Shan Yatong in Feiyu is very inconspicuous, and often NG when shooting the album MV, and there has indeed been false singing. "
Tang Ruanqing’s smile gradually faded, "You mean... Shan Yatong is hiding the clumsy?" Such a statement, even he himself finds it ridiculous. As an artist who wants to climb up, hiding clumsy is equivalent to deliberately taking the college entrance examination. It is simply impossible to make a wrong question.
Obviously Xie Xun also felt that his boss said something nonsense, and automatically filtered this sentence, "Moreover, his lifestyle is different from now in many places, and I heard that a few days ago, he called the recycling company to take him The original things at home were moved away, and then a piano was ordered. As far as I know, Shan Yatong doesn’t know how to play piano."
Lighting a cigarette and taking a sip, Tang Ruanqing frowned slightly, "So what?"
"So..." Xie Xun shrugged, "So this Shan Yatong is a very interesting artist."
"You have said so much, you want to say that he is very interesting?" Tang Ruanqing extinguished the cigarette that had just been lit, stood up, "Xie Xun, I see if you are too idle. In this case, Han Jing's affairs will be handed over. Responsible for you."
Xie Xun touched his nose. It seems that the boss is not in a very good mood right now. He stood up and walked to the door, suddenly squatted down, and looked back at the standing man, "Don’t you think... Yatong, do you resemble him?" After speaking, without looking at the man's expression, he closed the door.
Like him? Looking at the big glass window behind him, Tang Ruanqing sneered, no one can compare to him, no one can compare!
Shan Yatong···
He narrowed his eyes and lit a cigarette again. This was just an accident that wasn't beautiful. Even though he couldn't help but want to get close to that boy many times, he was still not that person.
Fireworks in March, the spring is just right, and it is warm and cold, Xie Xun lowered his eyelids slightly, even in spring, there will be cold times.
When Lin Yuxin woke up, it was dark outside the window. She sat up, rubbed her still aching head, got out of bed, opened the door, and heard the voice of conversation from the kitchen.
"Brother Xiao, this potato shreds seems...too fat." A younger generation said politely, "Or you can go to the living room and rest for a while, it will be fine soon."
"Well, you were drunk this afternoon. I'm worried that you accidentally cut your hands," the king awkwardly defended one day, "I'll wash the vegetables for you."
Then there was a sound of falling to the ground. Lin Yuxin twitched her mouth, walked out of the room, and looked at Xiao Tianwang with her hands on her chest, looking at the cucumber on the ground blankly, while the single junior looked at Xiao Tianwang helplessly.
"I said, King Xiao Datian, are you going to ruin Yatong's kitchen?" Lin Yuxin mocked, "Helping like you is really too much for others to bear." After speaking, he glanced disdainfully. Green, straight cucumbers on the ground.
Xiao Qi ironically said, "It's better than a woman who claims to be a thousand cups and is not drunk, but actually falls in just a few cups.
Shan Yatong watched coldly at the Queen of Heaven quarreling at the door of her kitchen, and said, "If you are in good spirits, I still have two packs of instant noodles."
King Xiao Tian shut up immediately, Lin Yuxin smiled brightly, this kind of Yatong is Yatong, she is indeed a queen.
"Bang!" The kitchen door was closed, and the Queen of Heaven was despised by a younger generation on the sofa in the living room. Xiao Qi smiled and said, "Finally I can eat the lunch made by Yatong himself... No, dinner."
Lin Yuxin squinted at him, "Congratulations." Unfortunately, there is not much sincerity.
Xiao Qishen was in a good mood and didn't care about her, "Thank you."
"Hope...you can succeed," Lin Yuxin stood up, "I'm going to take a shower, and you will wait for the dinner to be ready slowly."
Xiao Qishi glanced sideways at her back, smiled slightly, and said nothing.
Regardless of the future, he will have dinner made by Yatong tonight, which is a small step towards success.
A Hitomi who can cook dinner is so cute.
Of course, some people who fall in love will always automatically delete some bad things, such as Shan's despised eyes, or the straight green cucumber dropped by him on the ground.
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