Qi Jingyao's suspicions, my panic, after all, the photo was made public. I licked my lips and put the picture in her hand, looking at her with a little worry in my eyes, and only after a while did I spit out a soft sentence.

"This is what I got from your dad, take a look!"

Qi Jingyao took the photo in her hand, and the moment she lowered her head to look at the photo, I saw a pair of trembling hands. The temperature in the room was not low, but her hands twitched irregularly as if they had malaria.

One by one, she threw the photos on the ground, and every time there was one more photo on the ground, the worry in my heart was even more than one point. I squinted at her from time to time, trying to guess something from her face. But I failed, it was a calm face, and if it weren't for her trembling hands, I wouldn't have felt the slightest impact of the picture on her.

The silence in the room made it difficult to breathe, except for the ticking of the clock on the wall, not even the slightest sound could be heard, including breathing.

This oppressive silence made my back drip cold sweat, and it wasn't until Qi Jingyao left the last photo on the ground that I pursed my lips and glanced at her.

"Can you believe it? Actually, the content of this photo ......"

"Smack!"

There was a loud slap in my face, and I couldn't see if there were finger marks on my face, but I could feel the hot pain. Qi Jingyao's face was full of tears at some point, and I wanted to explain, but she didn't give me a chance.

"Wang Bo, how are you!"

This was the last thing she said to me, and when the end of the sentence disappeared, she was also in my sight, and it didn't take long for a sound to come from behind me, and I knew that Qi Jingyao was leaving me.

At this moment, I didn't dare to look back, I didn't know what kind of face to face her, and at the same time, a wry smile appeared in my heart.

I know, I lost the bet.

Obviously, I am not a qualified gambler, why do I like to gamble so much?

"Boom!"

The sound of slamming the door slammed shut on my eardrums, and I sat blankly on the couch, my eyes staring straight ahead but unable to find a place to focus my eyes.

I suddenly had a feeling in my heart that Qi Jingyao might really be leaving me this time, and the two of us were really over.

Thinking of this, I inexplicably got up and went back to the bedroom, opening the small cabinet where I alone had the key.

I took out an envelope that had been wrapped in duct tape for more than a dozen times, and slowly cut the tape with scissors, after which I took out a photo.

This is the courier I received when I was in Seoul, and the photo on it is an intimate photo of Qi Jingyao and Situ tomorrow. I wanted to keep this memory in my heart forever, but today's photos of Qi Hong and Qi Jingyao's departure stimulated me to take them out.

"Obviously, those photos are fake, but Qi Jingyao left quietly! Obviously, my photos are real, but I stay by her side with a dead face. In the end, who trusts whom and who loves whom, the result is obvious! ”

I put away the photos this time, not only my own one, but also the one scattered on the ground. I found another envelope, mixed all the photos together, sealed it in an envelope and locked it in the cabinet, then opened the window and threw the key to the cabinet out of the window.

I want to use this cabinet to lock these two memories forever, not to be known by anyone, not to be mentioned by anyone, and it is right to be my sacrifice to the love between me and Qi Jingyao.

The rain outside the window was still dripping, and there was no light in the cloudy sky.

I suddenly felt as if I was the protagonist of this life, because the weather changes with my mood, and when I have happy events, the sky is always clear. But whenever the weather is overcast, dreary mood will follow.

"It's not bad, God treats me well!"

I opened the window and let the raindrops wet my hair and chest through the window, and the mixture of amazement and smile on my face became even more sad. Indeed, although Qi Jingyao and I may never return, and the two of us may end there, at least, I am the protagonist set by God.

"Let's go down, in the next big point, I'm crying by myself!"

I yelled at the window, then closed the window and lay on my side on the bed, curled up together, cowering in a daze of about a square meter.

With the quilt on, I could touch nothing but the darkness, and I was also in this quilt, gradually swallowed up by the darkness in the quilt.

"Ringing ringing!"

In the haze, I heard my phone ringing, and I got out of the quilt and walked barefoot to the living room to answer the phone.

"Wang Bo, I'm Zhao Shiyu!"

"I can hear you!"

"You have been busy with the studio for a while, and you have not taken care of your own career in the entertainment industry, but now that the establishment of the studio has stabilized, and the online masses are also very vocal about you, see if it's time to continue the trip!"

As soon as Zhao Shiyu's voice fell, my expression suddenly stiffened, and in less than three seconds after the stiffening, my expression became exciting, and in the same way, I remembered my original intention of coming to the entertainment industry at this moment.

What was the original intention?

Isn't it just to get one step closer to Qi Jingyao?

Why did you create a studio?

Isn't it just to get closer to her family!

But now that Qi Jingyao is gone, why am I still busy with this? What's the point!

In a so-called entertainment industry, I lost my original self, and now when I look at myself in the mirror, I can't tell whether I am the real self now.

I have learned to laugh hypocritically, to learn the so-called spectacle, to grovel and to compromise, and to learn the silence of the so-called gentleman.

But a year ago, I seemed to be scorning such people, but I didn't expect that a year later, all this should be on me.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

I hung up Zhao Shiyu's phone directly, then turned off my mobile phone, and returned to my personal world quietly.

I sat on the couch, smoking cigarette after cigarette, and it didn't take long for the room to become smoky, and it wasn't until all the cigarettes in the cigarette box were gone that I stopped mechanically and leaned back on the couch thinking about what I didn't know what I was thinking.

The rain was even heavier, and the raindrops hit the glass windows with a "crackling" sound.

Facing the pouring rain, I knew that my love was about to be washed away.

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