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There was a knock on the door. Liu Jin stepped back to his original position, and Fang Cheng looked back in confusion. It was a doctor and a nurse.
"What's wrong?" the doctor asked Liu Jinyi, his tone not very friendly.
Liu Jin's eyelids drooped. "No."
Fang Chengyin felt something was strange, very strange.
The doctor walked past Fang Chengyin and toward Liu Desheng. Liu Desheng shifted his body and sat up straight, as if he had great respect for the medical profession.
Liu Jinyi also went over to help, because it was time to change the dressing.
Fang Chengyin stood aside and watched without any hesitation.
After the hospital gown was removed, bandages were revealed, covering his entire body. In a flash, Fang Chengyin saw again the way he had crawled on his stomach that day.
After the bandages were completely removed, countless dagger wounds, each half a finger's depth, were revealed, a horrifying sight.
Was he not seriously injured? Fang Chengyin stopped thinking that way and silently left the ward. The moment the door closed, his steps faltered, and he quickly braced himself against the wall to calm his rapid breathing.
He wasn't an ice cube; he was a human being. The scene from that day is impossible to ignore; it haunts me like a nightmare every night.
squeak--
Fang Chengyin received a message on his phone. He leaned against the wall to check it. It was from Wei Shu, who said that the production of "Jieao" needed to film a temporary mini-theater and was short of extras. He asked if he would be interested in coming to experience the filming process in an hour, while assuring him that his extra identity would not be exposed and thus would not affect his role as the male lead.
Fang Chengyin put down his phone and stared blankly at the ceiling. The film crew always did things the wrong way.
The ward door was opened, and Liu Jinyi came out.
Fang Chengyin composed himself. "Go get some food?"
It's only 4 p.m. now.
Liu Jin walked straight to the elevator without answering. Fang Chengyin understood and followed him.
Having been followed the whole way, Liu Jin turned around and asked, "What exactly do you want?"
The green leaves rustled along the roadside, and one fell onto Liu Jinyi's shoulder, making his black and white striped school uniform look vibrant.
Fang Chengyin reached out his hand, and Liu Jinyi instinctively turned to the side, his face full of displeasure.
"Don't move."
It was a very ordinary sentence, but Liu Jin felt extremely pressured.
He looked at Fang Chengyin, whose features were exquisite, his eyelashes not fluttering at all due to his focus, and the high bridge of his nose outlined his eyes, very beautiful eyes. Although he hadn't cried, there was a faint redness at the corners of his eyes...
"What?" Noticing the person staring at him, Fang Chengyin assumed he was bothered by being reached out without permission, so he stuffed the green leaf he had just picked into the person's loosely clenched hand.
Liu Jinyi has a solemn expression when he stares intently at someone, but because he is handsome, the person being stared at often misunderstands him and feels embarrassed.
Seeing that people were still frowning, Fang Chengyin was at a loss and could only apologize, even though he didn't think he had done anything wrong.
Liu Jin glanced at him once and then turned away.
Fang Chengyin didn't know what he had done to offend him again, so he could only lean closer and say, "Do you hate me that much? I really only went to see your father as I just said, there was no other meaning."
Upon hearing that Liu Desheng was involved, Liu Jinyi snapped out of his daze and turned around abruptly.
He suddenly turned around, and Fang Chengyin almost lost his footing and crashed into him, but fortunately his body reacted quickly and took a step back.
Liu Jin said coldly, "Everyone has someone they want to protect. Is it strange that I hate you?"
High school students with heavy academic burdens are not easy to mess with, Fang Chengyin said with a forced smile: "It's fine to hate them, keep hating them."
After walking for a while, they arrived at Yanyang No. 1 High School. Fang Chengyin couldn't help but sigh, "It's been so long..."
In fact, it's only been a year since he entered Hongrui Academy with the highest score in Yanyang No.1 Middle School.
Liu Jinyi took out his student ID and handed it to the gatekeeper. The gatekeeper took it as usual, but paused for a moment when he looked up. Then Liu Jinyi heard Fang Chengyin's unusually playful voice.
"Hi Uncle Wu, it's been a long time!"
After registering Liu Jinyi's name, Uncle Wu took off his glasses. "Cheng Yin?"
"Hey, it's me, it's me. Didn't I say I'd come back to see you?" Fang Chengyin leaned out the window and chatted with Uncle Wu, while Liu Jin went inside first.
Uncle Wu leaned back in his chair and chuckled, "You came back to visit empty-handed?"
Fang Chengyin was a little embarrassed. "It's not the five-year period yet." He should at least bring back some fruit. He just didn't expect to run into Liu Jinyi, who skipped class.
Thinking of Liu Jinyi, Fang Chengyin hurriedly asked, "What grade was that student in? I saw him skipping class and brought him over specifically."
Upon hearing his name, Liu Jin, who was not far away, quickened his pace and soon disappeared around the corner into the teaching area.
Uncle Wu frowned: "This child has something on his mind."
Fang Chengyin's bright smile faded considerably.
Uncle Wu knew Fang Chengyin well. "Want to know about this child?"
"No, no, no." Fang Chengyin waved his hand. "It was just a chance encounter. I am a student of No. 1 Middle School, and I can't bear to see my juniors fall into depravity."
"Nonsense." Uncle Wu laughed out loud, but he didn't want Fang Chengyin to know more about Liu Jinyi. He only said, "He is the student who is most likely to compete with Ting Si Nai for the top spot in this year's college entrance examination."
Fang Chengyin was displeased. "So amazing? Better than me?"
Uncle Wu, like soothing a ruffled cat, said, "You're not as good as me."
Fang Chengyin pouted, "'Each term is worse than the last.' You're going to say that again, aren't you? I'm tired of hearing it."
Uncle Wu was puzzled and quickly denied it: "I didn't say that, it was your classmate. Hey? She didn't come with you today? Did she not go to Hongrui Academy? Back then you two were always together, people who didn't know better would think you were conjoined twins!"
Fang Chengyin was completely bewildered: "Do I have classmates who are that close?"
"Yes! Your Uncle Yang and Uncle Cheng have both met him. You two used to go shopping together on weekends. That kid was likable; he could always make us laugh when he opened his mouth. It's just that after so long, I can't remember his name."
Is his name on the honor roll?
The honor roll of Yanyang No.1 High School refers to a list of role models who have been admitted to prestigious universities after the college entrance examination.
"I didn't see him. If I had, I would definitely have recognized him. He's a handsome young man, and although he always gets injured for no reason, he's optimistic and resilient."
"Injured? In what way?" Fang Chengyin didn't remember having such a classmate, but others said he did.
The person involved looked bewildered, and Uncle Wu was even more puzzled: "You really don't remember? Once during class, you suddenly rushed to the guardhouse on your back, begging me to let you out without a leave slip. That day, your classmate's injuries were so bad that I didn't dare not open the door. Both his arms and thighs were bleeding profusely. Even though his clothes weren't torn, I don't know how he bled so much. Later, when we took him to the hospital, the doctor cut open his clothes, and the wounds were a bloody mess. They said they couldn't tell what had injured him. After that, you took him to the hospital several times on weekends. Later, it was said to be hemophilia, a hereditary blood clotting disorder. He transferred schools after finishing his second year of high school."
Fang Chengyin seemed to be listening to a story that had nothing to do with him.
Uncle Wu sighed, "If you transferred schools in your second year of high school, it's been five years now, so it's normal that you don't remember."
The two chatted for a while longer, but Fang Chengyin still couldn't remember anything. He said goodbye to Uncle Wu and wanted to go to the set of "Jie Ao".
As soon as he left, Uncle Wu felt sentimental. He kept praising Fang Chengyin and his friend whom he had no recollection of. After a few words, Fang Chengyin reappeared at the window with a chuckle, and Uncle Wu pretended that he hadn't praised him.
He came back to deliver fruit; "I'll bring some better fruit next time."
It was bought from a fruit stand on the next street; Uncle Wu likes it.
Uncle Wu treated him very well, and during his three years of high school, he felt fatherly care.
After delivering the fruit, Fang Chengyin rushed to his part-time job. The film set had already been set up and was located near the orchard.
Wei Shu was waiting for him with the costume in hand; there were only five people on the entire set.
I don't know if it's because the air is unusually muggy after a summer rain, like it's choking you.
Fang Chengyin needed to wear wires for filming, and to achieve a sense of realism, some mud and sand were sprinkled on the ground.
The production crew had high standards, and time flew by like water. When I got back to the dormitory at night, I checked the time: 00:02.
Knock on the door, knock on the door, and knock on the door again—
There was no response. Fang Chengyin dragged his tired body to the side and sat down, not daring to lean back in the chair because of his back injury.
From the sunset to the starry sky, the director kept asking for retakes, saying it wasn't quite right. The extras were required to run back and forth, while Fang Chengyin had to jump between houses and land on the sandy ground.
He asked Wei Shu if his role was more than just an extra. Wei Shu said that the director made a last-minute decision to have him film Jiang Tunan's stunt double, saying that the two were similar in height and build.
Fang Chengyin was filled with resentment and wanted to quit, but looking at the sweating extras, he gritted his teeth and continued.
With few crew members on set and limited lighting, Fang Chengyin suddenly saw a distorted and terrifying face as he jumped again. He turned to the side and rolled off the roof.
His back hit the mud and sand.
Looking up at the eaves, he saw a ghost resting its chin on its hand, looking at him. It was small, about eight years old.
Fang Cheng was furious and gestured to the director that everything was alright, but he was determined to teach this ghost a lesson!
Finally, on the sixth fall from the eaves, he pinned the ghost beneath him.
Before he could even reprimand the brat, the little devil groaned in pain and vanished into thin air in less than five seconds.
Fang Chengyin stood up in surprise.
This was the first time, the first time a ghost had died at his hands. He frantically searched his body and touched the hairpin doll he had just bought...
"Come in." The door opened at that moment, and Jiang Zhi's face was very sour.
Fang Chengyin thought he wouldn't open the door if it was too late, but he was too tired to pay attention to him and just wanted to go in to wash up and go to sleep.
"Thanks," Fang Chengyin said casually, brushing past the person and going inside.
But as the door slammed shut, he was slammed against the wall, his back aching from the impact.
The lights in the room were off, only the light from the paused anime screen in the living room emanated from the room. Fang Chengyin was disgusted by Jiang Zhi's behavior, and the way he was so close made it seem like he had taken the wrong medicine and wanted to beat someone up.
Fang Chengyin suddenly flew into a rage, "Get out of the way!"
"You broke the contract." As he spoke, his breath hit Fang Chengyin's nose, making him very uncomfortable. He struggled for a moment but to no avail.
Jiang Zhi held him tightly, as if he hated him to the core, and then said, "This is how you'll be punished if you break a contract in the future."
What punishment?
Before Fang Chengyin could figure it out, his pupils suddenly dilated.
He was kissed by Jiang Zhi. His mind exploded with a series of crackling sounds, followed by a vast expanse of white, like walking on empty snow where he couldn't find anyone.
This terrified him.
Despite pushing with all my might, the other party remained completely still.
Jiang Zhi's strength was too great, and he was too tired today, which led to a huge disparity in strength, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth.
Chung Chi-chien had told him that a kiss and a lip-to-lip contact are different. A lip-to-lip contact is a simple touch, while a kiss involves the intertwining of lips and tongue.
Judging from the current trend, Jiang Zhi wants to punish him with a kiss.
The guess was confirmed. Jiang Zhi imprisoned him and stubbornly sucked on his slightly dry lips, which were tired from exhaustion.
At first, he licked gently, continuing to lick slowly despite the other's struggles, until the lips were wet before turning to sucking. He first kissed the lower lip and then sucked the upper lip, his soft moans flowing out like a hymn before he smiled and stepped away.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Fang Chengyin cursed him angrily, his eyes red.
Jiang Zhi just looked at him and smiled, but in Fang Chengyin's eyes, it instantly turned into a gay man craving a male prostitute, a thought that made him tremble uncontrollably.
If that's the case, I'll be in danger tonight. Jiang Zhi is capable of anything; he'll do it...
Seeing the person trembling, Jiang Zhi stopped laughing: "What's wrong?"
Fang Chengyin felt disgusted by this concern, but he couldn't show it, as that would only make things worse. His priority now was to extricate himself from the mire.
So, in a trembling voice, she said, "The film crew I went to today was filming a scene, they, they..."
Jiang Zhi looked at him with heartache and suddenly pulled him into her arms.
Fang Chengyin kept convincing himself that being hugged was better than being kissed...
Jiang Zhi exudes a faint, refreshing aura, like the comfort carried by the wind as one walks through thousands of ginkgo trees in autumn, bringing peace and tranquility.
But now, nausea and peace of mind are intertwined, causing Fang Chengyin a terrible headache and excruciating pain in his injured back.
Pain instantly swept through his body, replacing the trembling. Fang Chengyin wanted to lie down and rest. "I'm fine now, let me go."
Jiang Zhi held his shoulder, keeping a slight distance between them.
Fang Chengyin was in so much pain that his vision blurred, and Jiang Zhi's face was very indistinct in the dim light.
He said, "I'm leaving now."
Jiang Zhi didn't let go, but stared at the person in front of him.
Fang Chengyin's eyes were red at the corners, and the dim light and shadow blurred the paleness on his face, highlighting its luster. His wet lips also seemed to be glistening with moisture.
He let go, and the warmth in his hand vanished in an instant, before he abruptly pulled Fang Chengyin back. He leaned against the wall, his legs clamping Fang Chengyin between his chest and his body, their bodies pressed together, their temperatures mingling, and their lower bodies even more intimately close.
"What are you doing!" Fang Chengyin almost shouted.
Jiang Zhi grabbed his hand and put it behind his back, a sly smile on her face. "You acted so well, I almost fell for it."
Fang Chengyin's heart sank. "Change the punishment."
That's all he could think of.
Jiang Zhi smiled, "But I like this."
"At worst, we'll both perish," Fang Chengyin said, slamming his forehead against Jiang Zhi's head. Jiang Zhi turned his head, and Fang Chengyin leaned against him as if he were deliberately burying his face in the side of his neck.
Jiang Zhi took a deep breath, then lifted his chin and kissed him.
His head was spinning so badly that Fang Chengyin could no longer control himself, and his lips and tongue were instantly filled with the other's scent. His panicked struggles were futile, and he could only try to push it away with the tip of his tongue, unaware that this only led to misunderstanding.
Jiang Zhi was always impulsive and reckless, and Fang Chengyin's action stunned him. Then, he frantically sucked on that flexible and soft flesh.
In his dizziness, all he could see were double images. Fang Chengyin closed his eyes, hoping to regain his senses while shrinking back his tongue to avoid the pain. Jiang Zhi pinched the back of his head and pressed it against himself, giving him a tasteless kiss.
Fang Chengyin's body went limp, and he had no strength left to resist, but his hand stubbornly pulled at Fang Chengyin's hair, the back of his hand brushing against the back of Fang Chengyin's neck.
The cherry blossom patterns shimmered and bloomed in the next instant, suddenly enveloping the two of them tightly.
Fang Chengyin stared wide-eyed, motionless, as a seemingly distant image surfaced in his mind.
In the video, he is lying in a hospital bed, his body wrapped in bandages, staring blankly out the window.
"Ha!"
He abruptly pulled away from the scene, as if all his strength had been drained, and collapsed into Jiang Zhi's arms, enduring the pain in a daze.
The indoor light was dim, and the soft moaning sounds stirred up all sorts of fantasies. Jiang Zhi held Fang Chengyin tightly and kissed him for a long time. When they separated, Fang Chengyin had already fainted.
When Jiang Zhi picked up the person, his palm was pricked a few times. He carried the person to the sofa, and when he pulled his hand away, he saw that there were marks on his palm. He pulled the person in his arms to his neck, and the sharp stones on his back were clearly visible. They had already pierced into Fang Chengyin's clothes. The excitement in his eyes dimmed.
Lifting up Fang Chengyi's clothes, the light from the television shone on her back, making it appear smooth and white, which in turn made the marks on her back even more shocking.
Jiang Zhi leaned down and tenderly pecked his forehead, softly calling, "Chengyin, Chengyin, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."
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When Fang Chengyin woke up, it was already early morning. A light rain was falling outside the window, and a black bird was perched on a green branch, its sharp eyes fixed on him, as if it were taking care of him.
He sighed, raised his arm to his face, the fabric was soft, pajamas? When did he change into his pajamas?
He sat up abruptly, his head still heavy, then slumped back down, his back aching, as memories of last night flashed through his mind.
He was kissed, by that lunatic...
My first kiss was gone, because of that lunatic...
So, pajamas...
Fang Chengyin was so frightened that he tore off his clothes to check his body, then jumped up and down barefoot. It didn't hurt, that's good, it doesn't hurt...
He kept trying to comfort himself.
He knew how men acted. After being confessed to by a man, he specifically looked into those things. At first, he was quite frightened. Just thinking about men being intimate with each other would give him goosebumps. He also told Zhong Qiqian about being confessed to. Zhong Qiqian's composure made him feel inferior, so he came to terms with it.
But when it actually happened to him, he still felt nauseous. It wasn't the nausea of wanting to vomit, but the feeling of being treated as an object of sexual gratification, reduced to a lowly commodity.
This was unacceptable to him.
Furthermore, the scene I witnessed last night was clearly the same as the one I saw during my summer vacation in my second year of high school when I was hospitalized.
The doctor said he had been in a very serious car accident, and the perpetrator had already paid a huge amount of medical expenses before being arrested, and will continue to pay for any future expenses.
During that time, apart from the caregiver, he lived alone in the ward, spending the entire summer vacation in boredom during his treatment.
He had no memory of the car accident. When he woke up, he was alone in the hospital room. Song Zixin was unaware that he was injured, as she had already left home to look for Fang Bokang.
The doctor said he had brain damage, and it was normal for him to choose to forget the pain. He thought he had only forgotten the moment of the car accident, but after seeing Uncle Wu, he realized he had forgotten many other things, including that friend.
The sound of tables and chairs being moved came from the living room, and my train of thought was interrupted.
That bastard hadn't left yet. Fang Chengyin angrily slammed the door open and entered the living room. Jiang Zhi was placing breakfast on the table when Fang Chengyin walked over and threw a punch. Jiang Zhi dodged it by tilting her head and then turned around to put the bowl down.
Breakfast was then served.
Fang Chengyin was unwilling to give up. He could only vent his anger by beating Jiang Zhi into a pig's head. He kicked Jiang Zhi, but Jiang Zhi dodged and hurriedly said, "If you spill breakfast, this carpet will get dirty. I'll just throw it away."
Fang Chengyin barely managed to stop himself from stepping on it, having scrimped and saved to buy it. "What the hell did you do to me last night? How dare you show your face here?"
"You fucking think I'm a gigolo!"
"Are you out of your mind, Jiang Zhi! I'll give you money, I'll give you money to go find someone! I'm begging you to get out of my sight!"
Jiang Zhi listened quietly, a faint smile on his lips.
Fang Chengyin cursed for a long time.
Jiang Zhi picked up the milk from the table and handed it to him, saying, "Drink some before you continue."
Fang Chengyin was furious, his eyes excessively red. He took the glass, tilted his head back, and drank the entire glass in one gulp. After slamming the glass on the table, he continued to hurl insults, using the most offensive language imaginable. Jiang Zhi wasn't annoyed; he even occasionally nodded in agreement. The scene resembled a melodramatic family soap opera in the morning.
In fact, Fang Chengyin only ever said a few curses. He was not good at cursing at all. He always dealt with conflicts with his friends by ignoring them. Zhong Qiqian even laughed at him, saying that he would only suffer in silence if he argued with someone. Unexpectedly, he performed quite well.
Jiang Zhi accepted the decision entirely.
Soon the black birds outside the window flew away, and Fang Chengyin also stopped, exhausted. He was starving and ignored Jiang Zhi, sitting down at the table to eat.
Jiang Zhi sat down opposite him, but this time he deliberately moved a little distance from the table, so his legs didn't touch the other person like last time.
Jiang Zhi only spoke after seeing that Fang Chengyin had almost finished eating, "Remember to wipe your back, the medicine is on your desk."
In his haste, he hadn't felt the pain, but after cursing, the stinging pain shot up again, especially after a hearty breakfast. The feeling of fullness made him remember the pain, and of course, the unpleasantness. Fang Chengyin felt that Jiang Zhi's concern was like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken. He stuffed the last bite of his steamed bun into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, waiting for Jiang Zhi to finish eating.
Jiang Zhi laughed: "I'll wash the dishes."
Fang Chengyin felt obligated to eat, so he stayed at the table and waited for him to finish eating, but not in a urging tone. "Take your time eating," he said.
This was just a routine courtesy, but Jiang Zhi smiled even more broadly, seemingly with a hint of indulgence. Fang Chengyin tacitly agreed that he was being neurotic again, and looked away from the rain outside the window, which was so dense that it seemed to cover up all traces.
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