Chapter 50 "Then it's better for us to separate"

Yun Cheng unprofessionally used a fruit knife to cut a few times on his wrist, which recklessly injured an artery. Two hours later, he was sent to the hospital by the hotel waiter.

Sui Yi carried the useless fruit basket to visit the doctor, You Cheng lay flat on the bed, his face was as gray as a person, and there was almost no ups and downs in his chest.

"Suiyi." You Cheng called him weakly, confirming the fact that he was still alive.

Sui Yi put the fruit basket on the bedside table and looked at him with a complicated expression.

You Cheng looked out the window erratically, the sky was gray, and his face became sad.

Sui Yi stood for a while, then hesitantly asked him, "Why did this happen all of a sudden? What happened?"

He has lived a chaotic life these days, and he has no interest in travel matters, but after thinking about it, he should ask.

You Cheng smiled bitterly, and the ward fell silent.

"You know I have a boyfriend, right?" You Cheng said slyly.

Sui Yi's expression didn't change: "I don't know."

You Cheng looked at him suspiciously: "It's gone now, it's her ex-boyfriend."

"Oh." Sui Yi's tone was cold, not intending to comfort him.

You Cheng opened his mouth and began to say like he was covered in thorns: "Did Bai Yan mention it to you? He has a wife, and he has been with me for several years. His wife is an actor, not famous, far worse than me. already."

You Cheng's face looked a bit thin in reality, and his facial features were a bit arrogant when he spoke, showing an attitude of struggle and resistance.

"I don't know what he likes about his wife, maybe he thinks he has face, although I guess." You Cheng looked at Suiyi, his eyes were cold: "I just wanted his wife to know, so I called Bai Yan for dinner. , but after this bitch was discovered by his wife, he didn't dare to say a word of nonsense, and he didn't answer the phone."

Sui Yi finally had an expression and looked at him unkindly.

"I guess his wife knows." You Cheng said firmly, "This may be his choice, maybe I did it wrong in the beginning."

Sui Yi stood a little far away from him, staring at him suspiciously.

"Maybe I was wrong. I shouldn't have done this in the first place. It's wrong in itself." You Cheng opened his mouth and cried silently, with a few tears falling from his chin, "I was wrong."

Sui Yi felt that she should say something to comfort him, but couldn't find any words.

You Cheng could not wait for any consolation, and asked him faintly: "You are also wrong."

Sui Yi looked at him silently, reluctantly holding back.

The scenery outside the window was covered with dust. It rained about half of the time in the middle of the night, and the city was not cleaned up, but it looked a little dirty.

"You and Bai Yan may also be wrong." You Cheng's eyes drifted out of the window again, and his tone became uncertain: "Are you also wrong, if Bai Yan wants to film in the future, you want to sing..."

As Sui Yi's face turned unpleasant, he noticed the change in You Cheng's conversation, from sharp to soft to hollow.

"I'll go first." Sui Yi calmly informed him, without saying a word, turned around and left the exquisitely furnished ward.

There is a small entrance cabinet near the door, with some inexpensive supplements piled on it, as well as a few huge infusion bottles, which are abruptly sandwiched between several gifts, as if someone came in and just pushed Opened the door and left.

You Cheng shouted something again in the room, but he couldn't hear anything mixed with crying, Sui Yi was in a mess, and pressed the elevator's up and down keys twice by mistake.

Bai Yan was standing on the stone pier outside the hospital waiting for him, his expression not angry.

The stone pier was made of ink pattern, and it was hardly easy to see in the foggy air. Sui Yi only felt that Bai Yan was a little taller out of thin air, so he could easily find his position.

Bai Yan waved at him and smiled peacefully.

Sui Yi touched her nose uncomfortably and walked over, asking, "Why are you here?"

"I called you just now, but your phone is out of power." Bai Yan explained slowly, "I went to the Academic Affairs Office to find you, and the teacher said that you came to the hospital."

"Oh." Sui Yi wanted to take something, only to find that Bai Yan's body was empty and he didn't bring anything.

"Are you hungry?" Bai Yan asked.

Sui Yi nodded and tucked her hands into her trouser pockets uncomfortably.

"Let's go." Bai Yan subconsciously pulled his arm and walked forward naturally.

Finally returned to the small street of Ximen.

Before evening, most of the stalls hadn't opened yet. All kinds of small benches and plastic tables were removed, leaving only the less obvious oil stains all over the floor, which looked really uncomfortable.

Sui Yi walked into the noodle shop where the two of them often went, and the boss was watching the TV hanging on the wall attentively, which was full of stinky, long and short-lived TV series.

Bai Yan ordered meals for the two of them, remembering that there was still a trip in high school in this drama.

Sui Yi was usually quiet when eating, and skillfully peeled off a pair of chopsticks for Bai Yan, then put his mobile phone on the table and buried his head in the bowl of noodles.

When the phone call came, Bai Yan glanced at it, it was Suiyi's father.

Sui Yi raised his hand and pressed Mute, and picked up another chopstick of noodles as if nothing had happened.

Bai Yan's chopsticks were in the air, but after thinking about it, he still didn't speak.

The vibration stopped for a few minutes, and a new call came. It was an unfamiliar number. Sui Yi glanced at it before picking it up.

The opposite is a very gentle female voice, speaking very lightly, Bai Yan lowered his head to eavesdrop, unable to capture a complete information.

Sui Yifang put down his chopsticks with his right hand, and frowned slightly: "I didn't open it, you have mistaken people."

After saying a few more words on the other side, Sui Yi's brows became tighter: "I haven't posted the song before, the account number is not mine, I don't want to sign it."

The voice on the other end of the phone paused, as if explaining a few more words, before hanging up, Sui Yi picked up his chopsticks and lowered his head.

Bai Yan bit his chopsticks and hesitated for a few seconds: "Who is it?"

"Liar." Sui Yi said in his usual tone.

"Ah?" Bai Yan was stunned, "Liar?"

"This person said that he saw my song on the Internet and wanted to sign my personal contract." Sui Yi said with no concern, "Brother Li won't put my song on the Internet, it is probably the wrong person, or A liar."

Bai Yan's expression was a little down, hesitantly said, "Let's talk about it? In case it's really your song."

"No." Sui Yi said simply, "And I just want to sell songs, I don't want to sign a contract."

The sound of liquefied gas igniting came from the kitchen in the small shop, and a crisp movement cut off the conversation between the two.

Bai Yan tried hard to digest Suiyi's meaning for a while, and then vaguely remembered that they hardly discussed the future and knew nothing about each other's plans. Only once Suiyi asked him what he wanted to do. Happy and far away.

"Actually, I posted your song on the Internet." Bai Yan struggled for a while, as if dying.

Sui Yi raised her head to look at him, and blinked her glasses in a daze.

"Many people do this." Bai Yan concealed Li Shen's suggestion, "I thought you didn't mind, sorry."

His apology was very magnanimous. After thinking about it for a while, it would be a bit shameful. Sui Yi's expression only lasted for three seconds, and then he frowned as before, and asked him in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

He and Sui Yi hardly ever quarreled, about two people had no major incident, and there was no taboo for most adults.

There is no experience of quarreling, so blame and justification become intense.

Sui Yi stared at him, her voice very oppressive: "Why are you meddling? What do you know?"

Bai Yan's hanging heart smashed, and he pursed his lips and looked away.

"Don't you just care about your own business? Can you leave me alone?" Sui Yi gave up a little bit of herself, "Do you care about me because you think I can't do it well?"

"I don't." Bai Yan's expression was uncomfortable, "Why do you think so?"

Sui Yi's chin was tensed, and her face changed from a brief moment of helplessness and resentment to gloomy: "Then why did you do this?"

Bai Yan knew that he had done something wrong, and he probably knew Sui Yi's temperament, whether it was to persuade him or bypass him to open a music account directly, the final result would only be like this.

"You are the best." Bai Yan said without temper.

Sui Yi didn't speak again, just looked at him deeply, his eyes were cold as if he could pierce something.

The tight line between the two was silently broken, and the tacit understanding and peace that had been established in the past were shattered, as if they were the same as at the beginning.

Bai Yan sat in the same place with chopsticks in his hand.

After a long time, he sighed, denying and confusing everything.

Sui Yi stood up with a heavy expression on his face, as if there was no way to hear other voices, and went straight out.

When Bai Yan went out, he went to pay the bill. The boss waved his hand and said that he had already paid. The screen with poor resolution was still the same group of people.

As the sun went down, the small streets and squares in Ximen gradually became lively, and the air seemed to relax. Students in slippers and pajamas were strolling on the motorway, and occasionally a roaring sports car passed by.

When Bai Yan went out, Sui Yi was nowhere to be found, and the sidewalk was occupied by small vendors, making people panic.

He felt that his behavior was clumsy, and he just walked to the position under the spiral staircase in the square. He remembered that he secretly heard You Cheng and someone calling here a few years ago, and since then he has opened the door to his feelings for Sui Yi.

The lively area outside the west gate is small, and Bai Yan has an excellent memory. Every few steps, he remembers what Sui Yi said and did on this floor tile.

Most of the time, ask Bai Yan if can go here and if can eat that.

Rarely, when Bai Banquet mentioned something he wanted to eat, Sui Yi would nod or say yes.

Seeing something on his hands and shoulders is a must.

After dinner, Bai Yan will go to the studio or be a tutor, and he will take people to the subway station leisurely.

Bai Yan's nose was a little sour, and he restrained himself from thinking about it. He stood at the gate of the school where people came and went for a while, and walked towards the dormitory.

Although Sui Yi is indifferent most of the time, her temper is quite good, and she has never dealt with people any problems.

Bai Yan sat in front of the desk for a few hours, the lamp that was plugged in was turned off on time with the lights out, and Sui Yi still did not come back.

He turned on the screen of his mobile phone and looked at the time in a trance.

Just after midnight on the phone screen, Bai Yan had a subtle illusion, as if he was the only one living in this dormitory, and no one named Suiyi had moved in from the beginning.

He turned his head and looked at the guitar at the foot of the table, breaking the sudden imagination.

Then fell into another thought.

Bai Yan suddenly remembered something and realized that maybe he and Suiyi would be separated. Suiyi was really good, but maybe there was a deviation between them from the beginning.

The small world of the Northern Film Academy is pitifully narrow, and no one has come to correct them, telling him that maybe he and Suiyi are not the same kind of people at all. It was not until the deviation value became infinite that he realized that there was such a layer between him and Suiyi. .

Bai Yan thought about it for a while, the sky gradually turned white, and soon the table lamp came on again with a snap.

He took out his laptop, which he had not opened for a long time, from the drawer, and began to outline the topic of his graduation thesis word by word.

When looked up again, the sky seemed to be dark again, there was no wind outside, only the slight sound of leaves rubbing against each other.

Bai Yan's shoulders were a little sore, and his body was filled with helplessness and exhaustion. When he stopped, some random thoughts flashed in his mind. He moved his neck and the door lock rang.

Sui Yi pushed open the door expressionlessly, his face was a little sloppy, and his shirt was a little wrinkled.

Bai Yan looked back at him, feeling even more tired.

"I'm back." Bai Yan weakly painted peace.

Sui Yi didn't answer, and pulled away the chair that was farthest from Bai Yan, diagonally opposite, and the feet of the stool made a screeching sound.

Bai Yan seemed to be awakened by shock, and looked at him suddenly, the expression on his face was empty.

"Suiyi." Bai Yan's voice was very soft.

With her back to him, Sui Yi moved her shoulders slightly, as if she heard it.

"Are you tired?" Bai Yan asked subconsciously, and then said to himself, "I think you seem to be very tired recently."

Sui Yi turned to look at him, her eyes a little cold.

"I always thought I knew why you were tired, but recently I found out that I seem to have misunderstood it." Bai Yan's tone was weak, "Sometimes I would think, if I am not by your side, you will be more relaxed. .But I don't know if you were really relieved when I was away, so..."

The air suddenly froze, with a suffocating pressure.

Sui Yi looked at him and asked indifferently, "So?"

"I heard you talking to You Cheng yesterday." Bai Yan used a lot of strength to reluctantly maintain a calm statement: "I heard everything he told you."

Sui Yi was silent and did not respond.

Bai Yan smiled and said, "I still remember when I first went to the crew, Sun Xiaoxiao told you the same thing once, but at that time you retorted angrily and scolded her, I think you might disagree."

The branches that had been lush for several years outside the house were blown by the wind.

"Then when You Cheng told you that yesterday." Bai Yan's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak, "You didn't speak, I guess you might think so too."

Sui Yi's brows furrowed, as if it was very difficult.

"I think if you really think so, then it's better for us to separate." Bai Yan's nose was sore, and his voice became completely hoarse.