Chapter 52 Chapter 52 No wonder someone photographed you going to the psychiatric department...
Everything about Cen Xue is a mystery.
When Yan Pei realized that he only knew the name of the person he had gotten, he felt something was wrong.
I asked someone to get the contract information kept by "Adolescence", and I was completely stunned.
Because I'm an adult... I signed everything myself! There's not even any guardian information! The emergency contact number is my senior year homeroom teacher's phone number!
He definitely concealed the truth on purpose. Yan Pei made this judgment and felt a surge of inexplicable anger in his heart.
Why didn't Cen Xue tell him? Why did she hide it from him?
Lu Yanxi is also stupid, isn't he curious at all!
Just when he finally felt that he had completely possessed Cen Xue, the sense of security he felt began to falter again.
So one night - generally speaking, whenever Yan Pei writes a song, he will basically stay up all night.
He has his own studio room, which he had decorated with great expense on soundproofing, allowing him to freely give full play to his inspiration and write. But today, as luck would have it, he had a phone call with Yan Sheng before he started, and they didn't get along. He slammed the door in anger, not noticing that the door was not locked at all.
With the earphones hanging on the side, Yan Pei heard Cen Xue's footsteps.
The footsteps went downstairs and then disappeared as the door opened and closed.
He suddenly thought that Cen Xue must have chosen this time specifically while he was in the studio, knowing that he would not come out easily.
What are you going to do by sneaking out?
What are you trying to do by hiding it from him?
His already unhappy mood became even worse. Just by sitting there, Yan Pei felt as if he was on fire, and the red bloodshot in his eyes was irritated.
His chest heaving rapidly, Yan Pei silently wrapped himself in the fire and went to the garage to drive the car.
He wanted to see where Cen Xue was going and what she would do.
But Yan Pei's car was still too conspicuous.
It was a limited edition model with a unique paint job, so bright and eye-catching that no one dared to approach it on the road. Even at night, it stood out. Cen Xue had ridden in this car before, and it didn't take long for Yan Pei to realize that Cen Xue had discovered it.
— and took him around in circles.
It was as if they were in an invisible confrontation, and neither of them was willing to give in.
Until Cen Xue walked farther and farther away, almost reaching the suburbs.
The city buildings were gone. Initially, there were still low brick buildings, but the further you went, the more desolate it became. Fields lay on either side, and the sidewalks had fallen into disrepair. The broken and bumpy brick roads were so broken that if you opened the windows, you could hear the rustling of insects.
The street lights were in disrepair, so Yan Pei could only use car lights for lighting.
But Cen Xue would not follow him and walk in the light.
Sometimes, the figure would disappear in a flash, and Yan Pei's fingers gripping the steering wheel would twitch.
Only when I find him again in the darkness of the night will my chaotic heartbeat begin to calm down.
His mind never stopped, but it illogically multiplied all kinds of thoughts, so crowded that it was about to explode. He wanted to use a knife to chisel open his skull - throw out all those things - soak it in ice water - put it in the freezer -
It seems that this can dispel the endless heat and calm down.
In the blink of an eye, Cen Xue turned a corner and disappeared again... disappeared again!
Yan Pei's breathing became rapid, he couldn't bear it any longer, and stepped on the accelerator!
But I didn't dare to drive too fast than him. As soon as the speed increased, I suddenly turned around and slammed on the brakes.
In other words, the car's performance is good, otherwise there will definitely be an accident.
Amidst the harsh sound of tires scraping the ground, the roar of the engine had not yet ceased. Yan Pei got out of the car without even closing the door and rushed over to grab the wrist of the person he had been following until midnight.
"You want to run? You want to leave me too?" His eyes were bloodshot, and with a precarious sense of loss of control, he pressed the stubborn man, "I won't allow you to...!!"
Cen Xue refused to show weakness and said, "You followed me."
The implication is that this was done on purpose in order to prevent him from knowing what was going to happen.
The car lights were facing the two of them. Yan Pei blocked some of the direct light for him, and the rest of his body was exposed. Only his eyes seemed to have some kind of magic that attracted people. He was obviously very tough, and his slender neck was stubbornly straight, but because of the special characteristics of his facial features, she couldn't help but feel distressed.
In fact, Cen Xue was also very tired and her legs hurt. Who would have known that just wanting to go home and visit would drive Yan Pei crazy.
He was actually a little scared. After all, in the relationship he thought he had, the last one was someone as easygoing and gentle as Lu Yanxi, and this was the first time he had a deep contact with someone as aggressive as Yan Pei, and they were still getting used to each other.
Although generally speaking, he is the one who compromises.
But this time it was different, as it involved the little bit of self-esteem that Cen Xue wanted to protect.
Even Lu Yanxi only knew that his mother was disabled... The actual situation was more complicated than that... So complicated that even Cen Xue herself couldn't figure it out.
But Cen Xue didn't understand why he was the one being followed and forced—
Why is Yan Pei crying?
Perhaps even the person himself is not aware of it. Because of the extreme emotion, the skin is hot and the capillaries are about to burst.
Cen Xue opened her mouth and said helplessly, "I'm just going out for a while, it's not like I won't be back."
He was the one who gave way again.
"……return."
Yan Pei murmured, "Are you willing to come back?"
He himself had forgotten that things had not been this way in the beginning.
Cen Xue sighed: "Come back."
My bank card is still at home, where can I go?
"so……"
Yan Pei placed his fingertips on the fragile skin under Cen Xue's eyes, pressing slightly.
"So I'm better than him, right?"
Cen Xue closed her eyes.
Xin Ti asked, "Why do you keep bringing him up for comparison?"
Lu Yanxi.
An obstacle that always stood between the two of them—for Cen Xue.
He had suffered enough setbacks since he was a child. The fact that Lu Yanxi's family discovered his sexual orientation and dumped him was indeed a peak of pain, but Cen Xue was strangely numb. She probably felt that... there were still so many years to come, and worse things would always happen.
Yan Pei always mentioned it.
He seemed to be trying to prove that he was better than Lu Yanxi.
It was difficult for Cen Xue to answer. He felt that his choice to stay with Yan Pei was already a statement of his choice.
Besides this, what else can be used to prove it?
Yan Pei swallowed his saliva, and his Adam's apple slid up and down nervously, like an uneasy snake lurking in his throat, ready to rush out at any time.
because……
Because he stole Cen Xue.
*
Lu Yanxi's sexual orientation was discovered by Lu Fengjun, and she was called away for a few days.
Yan Pei was sitting at the usual gathering place of their circle as usual when he heard some of his younger brothers gossiping that Lu Yanxi had not been to the crew for several days.
Another curiosity: How could such an outstanding representative like him ask for leave? Isn't he afraid of punishment from his father?
Younger brother: You don’t understand, I heard that it was his father who put him in solitary confinement.
Yan Pei then became interested and went over to find out what was going on.
I just found out from the group information that now it’s being rumored that Lu Yanxi had done something wrong and not only was she put in solitary confinement by Lu Fengjun, she was also beaten badly!
Of course Yan Pei didn't care about Lu Yanxi's life or death, he cared about Cen Xue.
Because she often pretended to be a good person, Lu Yanxi told him a lot, and he vaguely knew that they were living together now.
What mistake could Lu Yanxi have made? And it was a serious one that would have caused Lu Fengjun, a role model in the industry, to punish him regardless of his reputation. After much thought, there was only one answer - his sexual orientation had been discovered!
Then isn't now a good time for him to take action against Cen Xue?
It’s just a little difficult to find someone.
Yan Pei hung around Lu Yanxi's house for several days and finally waited for a car to pick up Cen Xue.
He followed all the way and watched Cen Xue get off the car with her bag.
How pitiful, he must have been kicked out. Thinking of this, Yan Pei took a detour to the other end of the alley he had entered.
When Cen Xue passed by, he honked the horn, rolled down the window, and waved to Cen Xue.
"Do you remember me? I'm Lu Yanxi's friend. We've met before."
…
Pretending to be considerate, she let him go to her home to rest first.
After just one break, no one passed by again.
Yan Pei used his teeth to grind the inner wall of his mouth, and the flesh was almost worn away.
He said with difficulty: "Because I was wondering...why wasn't I the first one to meet you?"
Ha, I still lied.
But Yan Pei definitely didn't know what his expression was at that moment.
The continuously falling tears softened Zhang Yang's deep features. He looked miserable, but people began to be biased unconsciously, because he had never left Cen Xue's sight, and his expression was clearly full of pitiful pleas.
As if to say don't abandon him.
No matter what, this situation has absolutely nothing to do with lies.
This is the real him.
Cen Xue was silent for a while, then held down his hand that was touching her cheek.
Then he stepped forward - because Yan Pei did not let go at all, nor did he reduce his strength, the fingertips pressed under his eyes were passively twisted by the action, and the soft and fragile skin suddenly turned a light red from the friction.
This time, it seemed as if Cen Xue was also holding back tears.
But in reality, he was extremely dry from the wind. Cen Xue held Yan Pei's face and said, "Let's go home."
"I'll write songs with you."
There was also a pity that even Cen Xue herself could hardly perceive.
…
"Sir, sir?" The driver parked the car, but saw that the passenger didn't move.
This passenger was also strange. He wore a hat, glasses and a mask in the early autumn weather, wrapped himself tightly, as if afraid that people would see his face clearly.
Seeing the reflection of the customer's sunglasses in the rearview mirror, the driver raised his voice again: "Sir! The car has arrived!"
Yan Pei woke up with a start.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on the skin under the brim of the mask.
I actually fell asleep and dreamed in the taxi just now...
What I dreamed about were memories from a few years ago.
Yan Pei hadn't had such a clear dream in a long time. It was even clearer than his memories, as if it were yesterday.
Ever since his mind went completely haywire seven years ago, many images seemed to be shrouded in fog. Having written so many songs, it was inevitable that he couldn't remember when he wrote any one. Yan Pei was stunned when a sentence suddenly flashed through his mind.
“The Wardrobe” was born on that day.
That night, Cen Xue stayed in the studio with him for the first time to finish writing a song and didn't go anywhere else.
"Thanks, big brother," Yan Pei scanned the code, his voice still low and grainy, "How much is it?"
The driver held up the QR code to him, counted it, and said, "Are you here to visit the graves? I see you don't have anything with you. There's a flower shop selling flowers at the entrance, but they haven't been able to burn paper for a few years now."
Yan Pei responded vaguely and got out of the car.
It was still daytime, and there were a few people visiting the graves.
In the cemetery, the atmosphere was naturally quiet, and everyone lowered their voices and spoke in whispers.
Yan Pei didn't buy any flowers, he was the only one who came empty-handed.
Because he was looking for someone.
*
"Ka! Let's all take a break first."
A scene comes to an end.
Liu He was very satisfied and rewound the footage on the monitor over and over again. But after a while, his assistant came over and said, "Director Liu, the actors may need some more time."
Liu He looked up and knew what was going on.
This scene is one of the reincarnation plots, and the mute slave died.
He died because of Sheng Tianque's hesitation, while he was weighing the pros and cons of using his last move.
The death of the mute slave ignited the anger of the inn's forces, and they were determined to fight the enemy to the death. Sheng Tianque picked up the mute slave's body from behind, but he didn't notice an axe coming down from the sky. He wanted to use his internal strength to block it -
But then I thought, I didn’t have time to use it just now, so I’m willing to use it now.
Isn't it ironic?
So he protected the mute slave and pushed him forward with his arms.
The axe was not an ordinary axe. It was equipped with an internal force that was beyond the reach of ordinary people. It cut off the arm in the blink of an eye.
Blood spurted out and gradually appeared on the mute slave's face, where his eyes were still open. With trembling hands, Sheng Tianque closed his eyes and wiped away the bloodstains.
…
Others took a break or worked one after another, but the two leading actors in the center of the screen did not move.
Lu Yanxi hugged Cen Xue tightly, holding him in her arms, still digesting the aftertaste of the play.
The force was so strong that Cen Xue could hardly move for a moment.
In recent days, as the filming progressed, Lu Yanxi appeared in this state more and more times.
Every time I finish shooting a scene, I have to take time to sort out my emotions.
“Let go…let go!”
Cen Xue pushed him, but didn't move.
Seeing that more and more people were paying attention to this side, Liu He also asked someone to come over to urge them. Cen Xue made up her mind and forcibly pried his hands apart.
It's a brutal way of prying, even if the nails are short and round, they will still dig into the opponent's flesh.
At the same time, Lu Yanxi heard Cen Xue's elusive emotions:
"If you're like this in every movie you make, no wonder someone filmed you going to a psychiatric hospital."
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