Chapter 66
Before going to sleep, An Jing's door was knocked twice. He was awake and woke up. The door opened and it was An Xingmin.
"Dad..." An Jing's voice was a little weak, as if he was troubled by something and looked tired and haggard.
"Not asleep? Or can't sleep?" An Xingmin was smoking a cigarette. The lights in the room were off, but it was bright outside. In An Jing's eyes, the red dot on the cigarette butt was very bright, making his figure seem even darker in the night.
An Jing was very tired, but his nerves were beating wildly. He forced himself to ask, "Dad, what's wrong?"
An Xingmin flicked on the light in his room and asked, "Were you doing that today to help Zhang Zhimin, or were you simply trying to mess with him?"
An Jing was startled and jumped up, looking embarrassed and surprised.
An Xingmin pressed the butt of his cigarette onto the table beside him, as if in anger. "I'm the one who invited everyone here today. I'm the host, and you're the host's son. Why do you think they don't tell me everything you say and do, or are they just teasing you and taking the opportunity to attack me?"
So in the end, all you care about is that I said something wrong and offended someone, causing you to lose face in your circle of contacts?
——Fragility flashed in An Jing's eyes, followed by sadness and even shock, and then turned into amusement, as if he had to deal with such a speechless and cold father.
He was about to explain when An Xingmin drummed his fingertips on the table, frowning and asking, "What did you tell them? Making pornographic films, sexual addiction, political satire, deliberately designed to disgust people. Who taught you to think that? Was it that Zhang Zhimin?"
"I thought of it myself." An Jing replied.
An Xingmin frowned and asked in surprise, "Yourself? You..."
"I looked it up online. There are pornographic videos online, and the comments are for different people to discuss." An Jing said weakly, "The Internet is very developed now. I know everything I should and shouldn't know. You don't think I'm naive, do you?"
An Xingmin choked and looked a little shocked, but he paced twice and said, "What happened between you and Teacher Zhang?"
"He said he liked me, and I was just disgusted." An Jing lied without blushing and kept silent about the fact that he was beeped.
He threw off the covers and got out of bed. It wasn't cold, and he was even wearing long johns. An Jing stood in front of An Xingmin and said, "Dad, I really feel disgusted. He even touched my legs. They're both men. Damn... I really feel like my worldview has been challenged. To be honest, I don't even dare to draw now. Every time I pick up a pen, I think of him, that ugly face. Haha, I really want to kill him. Dad, can you help me?"
An Jing spoke softly, but he gritted his teeth. The trembling fear and hatred mixed together made him look like he wanted to eat his enemy alive.
An Xingmin was stunned for two seconds, wanting to ask something, but felt that he had already said everything. The father and son were silent for two seconds, and the atmosphere became serious and anxious.
Finally, An Xingmin raised his hand, tapped him with his fingertips, and said with a complicated smile, "I just didn't expect you... to be so talented."
"What talent? The talent for playing tricks on people?" An Jing asked.
"No," An Xingmin said meaningfully, "It's about playing. A talent for playing with people. From what I've observed, no matter how rich or powerful someone is, whether they play with watches, cars, businesses, or investments, ultimately, what they want to play with is people."
An Xingmin muttered to himself again, "Opening a company, hiring people, paying them to do work, or paying them to play with women—oh, playing with men is the same—isn't it essentially about enjoying the feeling of bossing people around and treating them like slaves?"
"Is it the same for you, Dad?" An Jing asked dryly.
An Xingmin hissed, then nodded and shook his head. He smiled and said, "I can't explain it. I just lack a sense of security. I want to control everything around me that I can. Also, people always strive for higher goals. That's an eternal truth."
"So Dad, about Teacher Zhang's matter..." An Jing said.
"I'm investing for you. It's just a movie, isn't it? I'll do it according to the story you told me." An Xingmin took a deep breath, his expression excited, as if he was immersed in the pleasure of manipulating others. He added, "Why call me Teacher Zhang... Oh, you can call me that."
An Xingmin: "I'll invite Ms. Zhang over tomorrow to chat. What a coincidence, her last name is also Zhang. Well, would you like to have a chat? Honestly, not everyone can resist the temptation of such an opportunity to become famous. Zhang Zhimin, right? Dad will teach you a lesson."
At this point, An Jing was actually still half confused, while An Xingmin regained his high spirits, said good night, went upstairs and started to busy himself with his work.
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After that incident, An Jing even started to dress conservatively. Even though the temperature at the Blue Continent base was normal year-round, he often wrapped himself up tightly, especially his pants. He no longer liked wide-leg pants like before.
Today is the day when teacher Zhang Zhimin comes to teach me painting.
An Jing didn't reply to any messages during this period. Fortunately, An Xingmin saw his embarrassment and took the initiative to call Zhang Zhimin personally, saying that he was grateful for his training over the years. Teacher Li Jian, who had previously suffered a back injury, was planning to return to work, so he planned to invite you to his home for a barbecue as a farewell gift.
"That's why he'll come." An Xingmin continued to tirelessly impart his experience to An Jing.
An Jing casually said, "Did I act badly?"
"Since he dares to manipulate you, he must have guessed that you are a coward and that you are too ashamed to talk about your sexuality." An Xingmin calmly stared out the window at the guests he was entertaining and whispered, "If I were Zhang Zhimin, I would think you would be depressed, go on a hunger strike, or even give up on yourself and refuse to paint, or even be afraid to see anything related to him again."
"That's how I am." An Jing answered with dark circles under his eyes.
"But you overcame it. You dared to tell me about this and even came up with the same method to deal with him." An Xingmin raised his eyebrows at him and put one hand on An Jing's shoulder. He didn't seem to care much about the grievances he suffered. Instead, he gestured to his son to look at the bright ocean waves outside the window.
An Xingmin said firmly, "Zhang Zhimin will definitely come because he thinks you are afraid of him."
An Jing swallowed hard, wanting to speak but hesitant, unable to tell his father the cruel truth of his experience. He frowned, tears welling up in his eyes, but he held them back. He replied to his father, "You're right."
"I'm coming." An Xingmin seemed eager to try. He looked towards the door and said, "Remember to smile. Don't embarrass me."
After he left, An Jing's legs seemed to go weak. He slumped against the wall behind him, looking at the bright and flickering lights in the house. It was colorful, but he felt extremely cold.
Zhang Zhimin arrived on time and was dressed up beautifully. When he saw such a dazzling and luxurious occasion, he was visibly excited and envious, as if he was welcoming the glamour that belonged to him.
An Jing was at a loss, or perhaps just observing. An Xingmin put on a warm smile and greeted Zhang Zhimin, calling him teacher and thanking him, saying things like "thanks for your guidance."
An Jing felt extremely disgusted by this scene. He felt that his father should be an actor and sit on the judges' panel.
Then, something happened that made An Jing's eyes widen. The red-lipped woman with the lace black hat appeared again that day. She first talked to An Xingmin, then accidentally saw Zhang Zhimin, and then handed him a business card in the same way, inviting him to star in her love movie.
An Jing seemed excited, curious and surprised. He hurried out of the door and hid nearby, just enough to hear the three of them talking. The topic - was indeed the pornographic film he had mentioned!
However, under the disguise of the female producer and An Xingmin, the plot became a sad love story, or perhaps it was just packaged like this by the two of them.
In short, in such an atmosphere and under such sweet words, Zhang Zhimin was beaming with joy, thinking that she was a natural beauty and had been chosen by a noble person. She thought that she would become a big star in no time, and gain both fame and fortune.
An Jing couldn't remember much about the banquet that day, but she only remembered her pounding heartbeat and Zhang Zhimin's face, sometimes nodding with emotion, sometimes smiling exaggeratedly. And, I don't know who was singing, or what the lyrics were: Great wealth and honor are sought in danger.
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The next morning, An Jing discovered that Zhang Zhimin had actually deleted him on his own initiative, as if he had achieved a class leap and looked down on people like him, as if he was about to become a big star and looked down on others.
In the following months, An Jing was like a madman, frantically following the news about the movie online, and couldn't help but ask An Xingmin indirectly about Zhang Zhimin.
But his father always said lightly: "He is just a nobody. You are devaluing yourself by wasting your time and energy on paying attention to him."
An Jing knew that he shouldn't have done that and there was no need to do that, but the shadow left by that day was so strong that he kept having nightmares in which he was raped and raped by an invisible black shadow in the abyss.
After waking up from the dream, there was no one to talk to, no one to sympathize with him, all he could do was cry bitterly.
I just felt dirty, so I got up late at night and took showers, showers, and showers. I applied lavender-scented shower gel until I felt numb, but the rotten smell in my nose couldn't be dispelled.
This mental state lasted for a long time, until half a year later, An Jing finally saw Zhang Zhimin's name on the hot search, accompanied by two words: banned.
An Jing clicked on it with trembling hands, and it turned out that the movie had really been made, and was almost immediately banned by the Blue Continent authorities. But unfortunately, such a movie could not escape the omnipotent netizens, and they could watch it on pirated websites whenever they wanted.
An Jing's anger reached its highest point at this moment, and he almost felt chest suffocation. He switched to the normal short video software and found a lot of words he wanted to see in the comment section.
Netizen A: It’s really fully exposed, brothers. I watched the full version. It’s so bold to shoot it, awesome.
Netizen B: @绝色男主角-张志敏 I’m recommending this to you guys, the real star is here, no need to thank me.
Netizen C: How dare he do that? They even make movies like this, hahahahahahaha.
Netizen D: He was a complete amateur before, and he just wanted to be famous. At least he won an award. It’s artistic pursuit, artistic pursuit.
Netizen e: Why is my boyfriend filming a movie behind my back?
Netizen F: The person above is very righteous.
Netizen g: Sir, you are very righteous.
Netizen h: Awesome, this is a great breakthrough.
After An Jing finished reading it, he snorted coldly, but found that he was not as happy as he had imagined. He did not feel the relief and joy of revenge.
He lay on the leather sofa on the second floor of his father's house again, closing his eyes to rest. The dead leaves outside the window were rustling in the wind. For the first time, An Jing felt the peace and relief from his heart.
After a while, the phone rang. He picked it up casually, thinking it was his dad, but instead, he heard Zhang Zhimin roaring at the top of his lungs: "Are you satisfied?! Is it what you wanted?! I just found out that it was you who asked your dad to invest in my movie. You're so awesome! Now the public opinion online is all scolding me, An Jing, you're trying to get back at me, right? Why didn't I forget to record the video when I fucked you? Speak up! You fucking bastard! What are you capable of! You're trying to flatter me in every possible way, right? You're rich, and you have a good dad!!"
An Jing's anger rose again, but just as he was about to speak, he remembered what his father said - wasting your feelings on trivial people is asking for trouble.
An Jing remained silent for a long time, until Zhang Zhimin was tired of scolding him. He said softly, "Congratulations on winning the award. You should thank me. After all, it was me who made your pussy so valuable."
After saying that, An Jing hung up the phone.
He looked out the window at the fish above his head in the dome, his eyes empty. He suddenly began to reflect on himself, feeling ridiculous. He muttered, "I actually tossed and turned and lost my appetite because of such an idiot..."
Zhang Zhimin's phone rang again. An Jing glanced at him, gave a strange laugh, and turned off his phone, throwing it into the trash can. It didn't matter. He could just buy a new one and get a different SIM card.
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