Chapter 16

After the sideshow, the day's recording is truly over. After the director instructed the schedule for tomorrow, all the guests went back to their rooms to rest. The cameras arranged in the room were covered with cloth to prevent the guests from leaking their privacy.

Xia Xiai was lying on the bed fiddling with the composition software in her mobile phone, and halfway through she received a text message from Xu Tong:

[younger brother! There is milk tea for you in the refrigerator! ]

Those two words instantly caught his eye.

Xu Tong doesn't know where to go today. This show doesn't allow assistants to accompany her during recording, but it allows her to enjoy a public vacation. Fortunately, she still has a conscience.

Although it's a bit sinful to drink milk tea at night, he sacrificed so much for the show today, so it's understandable to reward himself?

After giving himself enough excuses, he opened the bedroom door, sneaked into the kitchen in the dark, opened the refrigerator and took out milk tea, and was about to sneak back again when he suddenly heard a slight noise from the living room.

Not a thief, right?

I have long heard that there are a lot of thieves in Europe recently, but there are still thieves? Xia Xiai cautiously approached the living room with milk tea, ready to call someone at any time. Anyway, the next building was a strong photographer, so he was not afraid of being beaten.

After taking a few deep breaths, he snapped the dome light switch on.

"Damn, who? Want to blind me?"

"...You don't sleep in the middle of the night, why are you hiding here sneakily?"

Xia Xiai knew who it was as soon as she heard the voice, and walked over angrily, only to see Jiang Liushen lying on the sofa with his hands on his stomach, frowning tightly, his face pale.

"Your stomach is upset?" He hurriedly turned back to the kitchen, "I'll boil some hot water for you."

"I've already drank it, it's fine... It'll be fine in a while." Jiang Liushen stopped him and forced a smile: "Little bastard is quite conscientious... Brother didn't hurt you in vain."

Xia Xiai really admired him for taking advantage of words at such a time, walked over and put the milk tea on the coffee table, sat on the sofa and rolled up his sleeves:

"Take your hands away, I'll give you a massage."

Jiang Liu was stunned for a moment, a little unbelievable: "I heard it right? The little angel Gao Leng wants to condescend to give me a massage?"

"...Forget it, it will still hurt you." Xia Xiai got up and left.

Jiang Liushen immediately grabbed his wrist: "Wait a minute, are you really giving me a massage?"

"Otherwise? Will I still harm you?"

"I can't say for sure. The last time you tried to help me, I haven't forgotten about the 'blood splatter' on the spot." Jiang Liushen said this, but he still pulled the person back, "But For the sake of being so kind and considerate, brother will give you another chance to atone for your sins."

Xia Xiai sat down speechlessly, too lazy to bother with him, put her hand on Jiang Liushen's stomach, and massaged it neither lightly nor heavy.

Jiang Liushen started to "hiss" in pain, but soon, the temperature of the hands passed through the pajamas to the skin, pressing the small area of ​​the body warmly, and the pain gradually disappeared. .

"Why do you have a stomachache? Eat too much dinner?" Xia Xiai asked while pressing.

"Do you think everyone is the same as you? You eat so much, and you sneak out to drink milk tea in the middle of the night. Do you know how to manage an artist's body?"

Xia Xiai blushed a little from being preached, and stubbornly defended: "Milk tea is milk and tea, milk can supplement calcium, tea can refresh your mind, and all I drink are sugar-free, very healthy!"

"Okay, you can continue to deceive yourself, anyway, the flesh doesn't grow on me. I look forward to your concert in three years, and you will definitely be as energetic as Mr. Liu Huan."

Xia Xiai wanted to beat this old hooligan for the 108th time today.

"For the sake of your sickness... Seriously, why do you have a stomachache? If it's serious, you need to go to the hospital."

"No, it's an old problem from birth. The doctor said it's a stomach cold. As long as you don't eat raw and cold things and don't catch a cold, you usually don't have an attack. I guess I lent you a coat in the afternoon and caught a cold."

Hearing what he said, Xia Xiai couldn't help feeling guilty: "I'm sorry..."

Jiang Liushen chuckled: "Children, it's too easy for you to be led away by the nose, how can you stay in the entertainment industry with such simplicity?"

"...You're teasing me again."

"I didn't, what I said was true, and it was indeed you who did harm." Jiang Liushen shrugged, "However, I still have to thank you for helping me massage, you are good at doing it."

Xia Xiai rarely heard his sincere compliment, and raised the corners of her lips a little proudly: "Of course, my grandfather taught me. I have met someone similar to you before, and I also helped him press it."

Jiang Liu stared deeply at the small lips of the person in front of him, unable to move his eyes for some reason.

Xia Xiai didn't notice it, and said to herself, "You can try making tea with wormwood, or soaking your feet. It will have a certain effect on stomach cold."

"... Wormwood?" Jiang Liu returned to his senses.

"Yes, wormwood has many uses. It can be eaten and used as medicine."

"I know, a friend told me."

Xia Xiai said casually, "Then your friend knows a lot."

"What does she know, it's just a little girl." I don't know what memories of a good past, Jiang Liu smiled deeply, with tenderness in his eyes.

"A very stupid little girl, but she looks very smart."

Xia Xiai only thought that he was talking about a certain girlfriend, and his heart was slandered. His girlfriend was just a girlfriend, a little girl, and numb.

After another massage, Jiang Liushen finally recovered completely, and started talking a lot again.

"Seriously, why don't you come and be me as a masseuse, with a stable income, five insurances and one housing fund, food and housing, and close contact with the superstars every day, it's much better than being a young singer who eats youth food. already."

Xia Xiai's eyes twitched: "Are you finished? I'm going back to the room after that."

"Almost there. Oh yes, one more sentence."

Jiang Liushen stood up, got closer, looked down at him, restrained his smile, lowered his voice, calm and soft:

"I used the title 'Dad' today to make fun of you, sorry."

The top of her head was rubbed by the broad palms, and Xia Xiai froze in place.

This seems to be... the first time Jiang Liushen has apologized to him so seriously?

"...So you were so silent at dinner tonight because you sympathized with me?"

"That's not it, I just thought of another friend who had a similar experience with you." Jiang Liu deeply twisted the soft hair on the side of the person in front of him, and his somber eyes seemed to have emotions surging, "Hey, take the liberty to ask a question. , after your parents passed away... don't you feel hard? Have you ever... wanted to give up everything?"

When Xia Xiai met his gaze, it seemed that she slowly sank into a deep pool, her breathing slowed down, and the surroundings became quiet.

"It's hard work...of course it's hard work."

How hard are those days of being helpless, others who have no worries about food and clothing have no way of understanding.

"But what's the use of complaining about hard work? Who doesn't have any hard work in this world? Am I the hardest? Definitely not." To give up on myself? Just because they left me? I don't think I should think so."

"The deceased has passed away, why don't the living cherish the present and indulge in the past? That's a reality that can't be changed. Do you want to feel sorry for yourself for the rest of your life? My family's expectation for me is to be happy. Growing up in worry, although I didn’t achieve happiness and worry-free, but at least I can do it and live a good life, which is what they most want to see.”

He asked Jiang Liushen, "Don't you think this is the greatest respect for the deceased?"

Jiang Liushen's expression froze, as if he was beaten to the head in an instant, he stood there, his Adam's apple slipped, but he didn't answer.

Xia Xiai looked at his abnormal expression in confusion and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"...Nothing." Jiang Liushen coughed unnaturally, as if to hide his emotions, "But if you live alone, how can you face the malice of others and society against you? How can you bear it alone? Can it survive?"

"If I can't carry it, I have to carry it." Xia Xi'ai said, "Although I don't have parents, I wasn't abandoned by them. They all loved me when they were alive, and it's not like no one wants me. I'm not afraid of others, no matter how bad they are to me. My parents must be watching over me from heaven, and I'm not alone."

As if telling himself, he repeated: "It's not like nobody wants me."

Jiang Liushen fell into silence. Looking at the eyes of the person in front of him, what he saw was a clear and thorough, even if there were many old scars, he was still strong and fearless.

It turns out that people who have been ruthlessly hurt by this world can still save themselves with such a gesture.

Some unspeakable guilt accumulated in my heart for a long time, after listening to these words, suddenly turned into a wisp of relieved blue smoke, wafting out, and dispersing with the wind.

"...Thank you for talking with me about this." Jiang Liu took a deep breath, feeling unprecedentedly comfortable, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

He raised his hand and rubbed Xia Xiai's soft hair again, without saying any more, and walked straight to his room.

"Hey, that friend of yours." Xia Xiai stopped him, "He is just like me, have his parents passed away?"

Jiang Liushen's footsteps stopped at the door of the room.

"right."

"How is he doing now?"

Jiang Liushen turned his back to him, and he didn't know the expression on his face. After a long time, he reached out and opened the door.

"Suicide."

With a bang, the door was closed. Tu Liu Xia Xiai stood alone in the empty and deserted living room, staring at the closed door in a daze.

He couldn't see through Jiang Liushen more and more.