After participating in the relationship, Dingliu and I have been sprinkling sugar

Chapter 62 is different

"Isn't it good? Playing against the mentor, wouldn't the other contestants be jealous if they found out?"

"You are different."

Xie Sixing felt that her little expression was really cute now, so he raised his hand to rub her hair that had quietly protruded from the post.

The story of "Glimmer of Life" was doomed to be a tragedy from the very beginning.

And because the He Jing to be presented on the stage lacks a previous performance, if the performance is not appropriate, what is presented to the audience may become a one-way redemption story, or become meaningless.

With Xie Sixing to accompany her to familiarize herself with the plot of the play, it is indeed much more fragrant than meeting Yao Ke's lines late at night.

Xie Sixing took the script handed over by Sang Tang and briefly familiarized himself with the plot, then signaled to Sang Tang that it was time to start.

It was a heavy rainstorm in summer, which came suddenly and quickly.

The girl who passed by the deep alley of Wutong after school found the muddy boy squatting in the corner.

He stared blankly at the front, and someone smashed a deep bloodstain on his head.

But he sat there sluggishly as if he didn't feel the pain, and the heavy rain made his face covered in blood and his vision blurred.

Young Zheng Zhitong lost his father in his early years, and his mother hated him to the bone, thinking that without him, his father would not have died either.

Zheng Zhitong lived in such a shadow when he was a child, and his mother passed away a few days ago.

He was regarded as a dead star, and the elders in the family hated why he didn't die, thinking that he was not worthy of living in this world.

Zheng Zhitong wanted to see his mother off, but his family refused to let him, thinking that a bereaved star like him should not appear in this world, let alone let him step into his mother's mourning hall.

The wound on his forehead was also caused by one of his uncles pushing him against the corner of the table during the dispute.

Zheng Zhitong was kicked out of the house and had nowhere to go.

He wandered aimlessly in this vast world, and finally stopped at the end of this deep alley of Wutong trees in a daze.

He sat outside the abandoned small building, letting the rainstorm wash over him, as if only in this way could he clear up all the unknown charges that had been held on him.

Xie Sixing just glanced at the plot briefly, but he has already accurately analyzed the young man's heart.

He messed up his skirt, chose a place and sat down quietly.

Half-bent knees, hands nowhere to rest.

There was a trace of bewilderment and decadence in the slightly raised eyes.

He is questioning the meaning of being born in this world, and he, who has been tortured and disgusted since childhood, seems to be calmly thinking about the meaning of life.

But in fact, his heart was dead at this moment.

What was revealed in his empty eyes was the longing for death and relief.

Until the girl holding the umbrella came to him.

The girl was wearing the long-sleeved school uniform that can be seen everywhere on the campus. She clearly came with the wind and rain, but she propped up a safe haven above his head.

She took out the handkerchief she carried with her in her pocket and wiped off the blood on his forehead mixed with rainwater. The water stains and blood stained the dark blue handkerchief even deeper.

Her soft voice rang in his ears.

"Don't get in the rain if you're injured. It's not good for the wound. You should go to the hospital to have a look."

The boy didn't speak, and didn't even move.

Probably because He Jing smelled a familiar feeling in him, she tried to understand this boy.

(End of this chapter)