Chapter 95 Please
Liang Ruowen was bewitched by the "wine money" and finally went into the house to look for Liang's father's collection, and personally helped him open a few bottles of wine.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the strong forearms developed from years of fitness training, and used the bottle opener skillfully.
The liquid flowed softly into the cup.
Shu Ming took the cup without hesitation and looked up.
Drink it all in one gulp.
Liang Ruowen saw that his throat was trembling.
Even though it was a cool summer night breeze, beads of sweat still oozed out of the tip of my nose. The heat would most likely rise from my stomach and turn everything red.
Let his cheeks turn red, let the corners of his eyes appear red from tears, and let the tip of his nose turn the wine red that can be seen from his skin.
Shu Ming's face turned completely red.
He slumped in his chair, becoming a limp piece of dough, or some invertebrate mollusk, displaying amazing flexibility.
Although Liang Ruowen couldn't figure out what he was thinking, Shu Ming knew clearly that he was still trying to make a final struggle.
Giving up is not Shu Ming's style. He staggered on the table and tried to open another bottle of wine, but his fingers hung down weakly. Shu Ming felt that he had tried hard, but in Liang Ruowen's eyes, he tried for a long time but could not move the cork at all.
"You're drunk."
"Oh, I'm drunk." The little drunk muttered his words, but he walked steadily and was about to walk out with dragging steps.
How could Liang Ruwen let him go? But he couldn't bear to hit him hard, so he just stopped him before he left the yard: "You are drunk."
He repeated.
"Oh, I'm drunk."
Shu Ming repeated it in his mind again. He chewed on the words and thought to himself that of course he knew he was drunk.
He took two steps forward desperately, but his legs were too weak to move, so he leaned against the wall in a crooked manner, as if giving up.
Shu Ming swore that he had never been so embarrassed in his life.
His hair was soaked, sticking to his forehead and cheeks. Even though it wasn't raining, he looked like he was drenched.
Shu Ming never gave up.
Even until this last night, he was still trying to save himself.
He is like a weed. As long as O'Gilman doesn't remove him from the list of leading actors, he will continue to survive and absorb some nutrients from the cracks in the rocks.
His original plan was to experience it for himself. Just like Ojiman said, if he couldn't act it out, wouldn't it be better to have a couple of romances?
Maybe after getting drunk he could try to confess his feelings with peace of mind. There were so many people who loved him, there would always be someone willing to accept his sudden change of heart.
He told himself again and again that maybe he would get better after experiencing it.
But at this moment standing by the wall, he still wanted to ask himself - am I crazy?
When would being the lead actor in a movie be worth him deceiving another person's feelings?
Is a movie worth insulting other people's feelings?
He realized with astonishment - Shu Ming, what has become of you after being immersed in this world of fame and fortune?
For your illusory future, for the award you didn't get out of spite, and so that you can make a more famous movie in front of everyone, what do you want to do?
In that second, the wet clothes on his body suddenly became cold, and the breath he exhaled was still hot, but even Shu Ming's fingertips became cold.
He never had a moment like this when he realized how shameless, selfish, and self-interested he was, and realized that he was such a despicable person.
"I……"
He wanted to speak, but his tears flowed before his words.
Oh, and besides that, he's a crybaby. Even after all these years of growing up, he's still such a loser.
Shu Ming finally let out a small sigh in his throat, and slowly slid down to sit against the wall dejectedly.
He...he gave up.
He gave up.
Liang Ruowen didn't know why he was crying. He half-knelt on one knee beside Shu Ming, acting as a support for his body, until he felt his shirt was soaked with moisture and stuck to his shoulders.
He used his fingertips to wipe the tears from the face of the person in his arms over and over again, and called his name in his ear over and over again. Shu Ming seemed to want to squeeze out all the moisture in his body in one breath. Tears flowed down, wetting everything in sight.
Liang Ruowen kept trying to make his presence known in his ear, asking him what had happened and asking him to help him.
Until Shu Ming raised his tear-soaked, almost transparent face under the moonlight, and asked him in extreme confusion: "Liang Ruwen—what do you say, love is?"
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Shu Ming stubbornly opened another bottle.
His lips, already a strange shade of red from the wine, opened and closed at the rim of the glass. "...I was planning on confessing my feelings to someone at the dance, but feelings earned through deception aren't really feelings, are they?"
Shu Ming's words were no longer clear, and Liang Ruwen could only understand the general idea. He snatched the wine glass from Shu Ming's hand with a little force: "Do you want to... fall in love?"
"Yeah. Ha, I'm such a bastard." Shu Ming glanced at him and laughed.
He showed a pair of eyes that were full of laughter, and did not analyze his intentions in detail to others. Instead, he used such a short sentence to describe the pain he had just experienced.
Liang Ruowen snatched his cup, but he didn't get angry. He just reached out and took the rest of the cups on the table.
Take another sip.
His brain was dulled by alcohol, so he could not notice the subtle look in Liang Ruowen's eyes when he looked at him, nor could he hear the rapid beating of Liang Ruowen's heart in his chest.
Liang Ruowen's thoughts were almost rusting... What did Shu Ming say just now?
He said he wanted to try love.
He stared at Shu Ming's eyelashes, which were wet with tears, and remembered that his clothes were also wet with Shu Ming's tears, and were sticking wetly to his shoulders and chest.
Shu Ming wants to fall in love.
His heartbeat was so fast that it reached his throat, and his throat was so tight that he couldn't even utter the first sound from his vocal cords, leaving only a hoarse breath. He opened his mouth silently, his intuition hammering at every nerve in his body.
Shu Ming's scent, with a hint of sweet wine, filled his entire olfactory system with the wind, and every muscle in his body tensed.
He has to do something.
He had to, had to do something.
He stretched out his long arms and pulled out the chair next to Shu Ming, so the two of them went from sitting face to face to sitting very close to each other, with their knees almost touching and their calves touching.
Shu Ming didn't even dodge or avoid such an intimate distance that exceeded people's normal vigilance. He was drunk in the alcohol and acted completely on his intuition. Maybe there was a moment when he also realized Liang Ruowen's intention, but it was too familiar.
He had long since included Liang Ruowen in the category of people he could trust, so he indulged her without moving an inch and acquiesced to her approach.
This seemed to be the greatest encouragement to Liang Ruowen, and he immediately took advantage of it.
Having reached such a situation, he had no choice but to cling tightly to the only lifeline to save himself from drowning.
As he got closer, he could see the cute little mole on Shu Ming's face again.
His heart softened in an instant, then hardened again. Regardless of whether Shu Ming's idea was for the sake of the movie or just a spur of the moment idea, he could no longer tolerate it.
So many young men and women, more beautiful than him, younger than him, surrounded Shu Ming like this... Even though Shu Ming did not show the slightest bit of affection, it was really a torture for him.
His friend asked him, "How long are you going to endure this?"
Are you just willing to watch silently from behind?
"Are you going to be his best man in the future?"
To everyone's surprise, Liang Ruowen actually nodded!
His love for this person was not limited to love, he just hoped that Shu Ming would live a good life...
But this does not mean that he should remain indifferent even if the opportunity is right in front of him.
——Please save me.
——Please save me from this torture.
The voice in his heart cried out louder and louder, until his lips trembled, and he moved his arm little by little, until it finally touched Shu Ming's naked arm.
Shu Ming made a puzzled "Hmm?" sound from his nose, but he didn't step back in disgust, letting him stay close to him.
Close to each other thoughtfully.
Liang Ruowen's hair almost stood on end. He opened his mouth again, trying to make a little sound.
"Shu Ming..."
"Shu Ming, if you want to fall in love."
Shu Ming turned his head, and the distance between their cheeks was already very close. If they took another step forward, they could almost touch each other's lips.
Liang Ruowen didn't drink a sip of wine, but he was already drunk.
"Consider me, okay?"
He closed his eyes, almost ready to accept the judgment of his fate.
But what he didn't expect was that Shu Ming had already been drunk and his mind was in a mess. He spoke in a somewhat childish tone: "Huh? You want to fall in love too?"
This temporarily soothed his tense spine, and a smile began to appear on Liang Ruowen's face.
But he also understood that he was taking advantage of someone's misfortune.
A familiar confusion appeared on Shu Ming's face again: "But I...but I still don't understand what love is."
He turned his head suddenly, and the two of them immediately moved closer. Shu Ming was still confused, but the touching emotions hidden on Liang Ruowen's face were captured by his pupils.
There was a kind of contradictory emotion on the face of the person opposite him that he had never seen before, a very restrained yet surging one. This emotion overwhelmed him and even touched his heart, making it beat slightly.
For a moment, he almost thought that he was some kind of food like a biscuit or cake. Liang Ruowen's concealment was almost an unconcealable appetite, and he wanted to swallow him whole, including bones and flesh.
His frank and confused look softened Liang Ruwen's heart immediately, and her overwhelming emotions turned into pity, like looking at a child...
So complex, so beautiful.
Shu Ming stared at him intently. He had never been so closely enveloped by such a passionate, one-sided, strange emotion before. After a moment, he looked away: "But I still don't understand what love is. Isn't this unfair to you? It's despicable."
"I don't think it's unfair, nor do I think it's mean."
"I think so."
Shu Ming was refuted and was a little angry at the bluntness, so he staggered back like a little penguin, but he didn't get far before someone grabbed his arm.
Someone took his hand and slowly squeezed their fingers between his fingers. The rough touch immediately froze him in place.
Something soft touched the back of his hand, and Liang Ruowen's voice drifted in the summer night air like a sigh.
He said, "Then please be mean to me."
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