After breaking up with the paranoid actor

Chapter 5

The bus station was a little far away from the place where Song Feiyang got off the bus. He stepped on the shadow of the trees cast by the setting sun and slowly moved over step by step.By the time they reached the bus station, the shadows of the trees had merged with the ground and turned completely black, and the lights on both sides of the street were lit up one after another.

Film and television bases are generally chosen in inaccessible places.Song Feiyang came here in the crew's car, and he has been living in the crew during this period of time. He didn't know how inconvenient the transportation was until he left today.If Xie Jian hadn't sent him for a while, he would probably have gone until the early morning.

Song Feiyang looked down at his phone, and found that the bus home would take about half an hour to arrive, so he took out his phone and opened Weibo.

The habit of swiping Weibo was formed after leaving Xie Jian. It was not to pay attention to how many fans he had, but to pay attention to Xie Jian.

But the relationship between the two is so bad now, he didn't dare to pay attention to it blatantly, so he simply used a trumpet.The initial avatar, even the random name, has not been changed. At a glance, it looks like a studio, and it is the kind that can register hundreds of people with a wave of a big hand.

Song Feiyang was afraid of being discovered, so he didn't dare to post a cowardly Weibo, only dared to open Xie Jian's private letter and write a few words.Today, when he was waiting for his clothes to dry under the tree, he even boasted that Xie Jian's silver armor suit was chic, but unfortunately he was interrupted by Brother Liu, and he hadn't had time to send it out.

He looked down at the input box on the phone, the line of words was still there, and above that line of words were hundreds of thousands of messages.It's all Song Feiyang's unilateral output.

The reason why he dared to be so blatant is because Song Feiyang knew that Xie Jian never read private messages on Weibo.One is that there is a silly read function in the private message on Weibo, and the other is that Xie Jian believes that as an actor, he needs to have a sense of distance from the audience.

Times have changed, and the read function has been cancelled, but Xie Jian and the audience still maintain a proper sense of distance.I didn't like to communicate with the audience before, but now I simply go behind the scenes.

Song Feiyang clicked send and got on the bus to go home.

Naturally, the bus is not as comfortable as Xie Jian's nanny car.The seats in that car were spacious, the interior was cool, and there was the faint scent of Xie Jian and Wu Zian's body in the car.In addition, Wu Zian drove steadily, so he hardly felt the vibration of the car body.

But Song Feiyang was afraid that if he sat for a while longer, he would start to rely on Xie Jian as before, couldn't do without Xie Jian, and even started to fantasize about the future of the two of them.The more he indulges in the intimacy between the two, the more painful the price he will pay when they separate later.

One cannot fall into the same pit twice.

Moreover, Song Feiyang told himself that he didn't want Xie Jian to know where he lived.

The scene shot in the rain made Song Feiyang physically and mentally exhausted. He leaned his head on the back of the seat and gently closed his eyes.The bus seats are cramped and extremely stuffy.The passengers who were shaken by the vehicle body rushed back and forth like a wave, and the smell of sweat from their bodies has been lingering in Song Feiyang's nose for a long time.

Song Feiyang closed his eyes, his body trembling slightly with the bus.He exhaled, thinking that this is his own world.

He got off the bus and took the subway, back and forth three or four times, and finally returned to the place where he lives now, Sanyuan New Village.

Beijing often gives Song Feiyang a sense of separation.For example, the place where he lives now is an old community of more than 20 years.There is no property and no security. At night, the community is pitch black and there is not even a street light.The trash cans inside and around the community are full of rubbish, which smells bad in summer.

But it is such an unqualified or even poor community in all aspects, but because of its superior geographical location, it has always been the hottest high-priced housing source in Beijing.

For no particular reason, the location of Sanyuan New Village happened to be within the school district of a well-known school.So such a dilapidated neighborhood has been in short supply from housing agencies.Many families who are either rich or expensive buy this house but don't live here. They just want to occupy a place for their children to enter school.

It is precisely because of this that the selling price is high and the rent is low in this broken community.

This sense of separation was also felt when Song Feiyang faced Xie Jian.The two are very different, but they were once very close.

Song Feiyang smelled the bad smell in the community, and returned to his rental house in the darkness.The long journey home left him with no time to take care of his surroundings, so he naturally didn't notice that after the lights in his room were lit, there was a black luxury car outside the community, and he left in a low-key manner.

The sense of fragmentation intensified for a while as the car left, and then disappeared quietly.

Song Feiyang returned home and threw himself on the bed.Rather than saying that this is Song Feiyang's home, it is more like a warehouse for storing luggage.Since his mother passed away, he put all the things he didn't use in cardboard boxes and neatly stacked them on the wall.After a long time, a layer of dust has fallen on the top.

Although the place is old and dilapidated, after all, it bears the traces of his and his mother's life. Now that he really wants to leave, Song Feiyang is still a little bit reluctant.

There are very few things in the whole room, which can only meet the most basic living needs of a person.But in such a simple room, there is a spotless glass cabinet, and a baseball cap is placed at the top of the cabinet.

The cabinet was facing Song Feiyang's bedside, and he could see it just by tilting his head.

Song Feiyang lay on the bed staring at the baseball cap for a long time before getting up to pack his luggage.He neatly gathered the things in the room together and put them away.

Then he walked to the cabinet again, reached out and took out the baseball cap.

A very ordinary baseball cap, which was a very popular style in the past few years.When Xie Jian pinned it on top of Song Feiyang's head, she just gave it away casually after seeing his face flushed by the sun.

Song Feiyang stayed for many years.

The boy in a T-shirt, shorts and baseball cap has now become a mature and stable adult in a suit and leather shoes, leaving Song Feiyang standing still, guarding the remaining memories and refusing to let go.

The baseball cap was held by Song Feiyang for a long time, and it was already stained with Song Feiyang's body temperature.Song Feiyang looked at the hat, then turned his head to look at the packed luggage, and put the hat back into the cabinet.

He looked at the baseball cap through the glass and reminded himself over and over again, don't make the same mistakes again.

Maybe it was because he was going to see Xie Jian the next day, Song Feiyang didn't sleep well at night, his dreams were full of images of the two of them together, good and bad.

In the end, Song Feiyang woke up suddenly seeing Xie Jian's leaving back, and realized that he was covered in cold sweat.

He took out his phone and squinted to check the time, it was 03:30 in the morning.

Song Feiyang didn't feel sleepy at all, turned over and got out of bed to take a shower.But after leaving the bed, I felt that my hands and feet were soft and my whole body was weak.

In the past few years, he has been exhausted, and such things as having a fever have long been commonplace for him.He took out the antipyretics, took two pills, and fell back on the bed.

I don't know if the medicine has a hypnotic effect. After taking the medicine, Song Feiyang slept very peacefully. He didn't have a dream and slept until dawn. When he rushed to Xie Jian's studio, it was naturally several times late Hour.

Afraid of being disturbed by people like fans and reporters, Xie Jian's studio is in a remote place in Beijing, comparable to that film and television base.When Song Feiyang was carrying his luggage and went in with a drowsy head, he heard Xie Jian's sneering voice without any surprise.

"The big star condescended to be my assistant and was late on the first day. It was quite a big deal."

Song Feiyang slightly raised his eyes to look at Xie Jian, who was leaning on the front desk of the company and looking at him.Not only Xie Jian, but also many company employees who were secretly watching the excitement sitting at their workstations, gossiping like they were watching a monkey.Song Feiyang glanced at it, and quickly lowered his head again.

Glancing behind Xie Jian from the corner of the eye, he found that he was not immune to the vulgarity, and put a brave on the front desk of the company.It's just that with Xie Jian's extravagant urine, this brave man must be worth a lot.

Song Feiyang knew he was wrong, so he stood there without saying a word.

Later, it was Wu Zian who came back from the outside, picked up Song Feiyang's luggage, and motioned him to follow him.Song Feiyang left with Wu Zian, and Xie Jian also followed.

The three got into Xie Jian's car and drove for about 10 minutes before the car stopped in front of a small building.

Both Wu Zian and Xie Jian got out of the car, only Song Feiyang sat in the car and stared at the house in front of him, unwilling to admit the fact that he was going to live here next.

If Sanyuan New Village makes Song Feiyang feel divided from time to time, then probably the house in front of him will not.

The detached house has beautiful scenery, and there is a large garden in front of the building.Although the location is in the suburbs of Beijing, the price should not be lower than eight figures.

knock knock.

The car window was knocked suddenly, Song Feiyang looked at Xie Jian outside the car window.

"Why are you in a daze? Get out of the car."

Song Feiyang got out of the car and followed them into the house.

"I live here?"

Xie Jian walked into the hall, pulled out a chair at random and sat down, adding.

"One of the rooms here."

"Is there no other house?"

"No, this is my cheapest house."

……

Song Feiyang stopped talking, his brain was buzzing and it was really uncomfortable.Moreover, Xie Jian didn't seem to give him a chance to refuse.It was Song Feiyang who felt that he seemed to be out of place here, and had a sense of dislocation of putting round blocks into square vacancies.But Xie Jian seemed to be very interested, and asked Wu Zian to lead Song Feiyang to see his room.

His room is on the second floor. Song Feiyang followed Wu Zian in to take a look, and found that all the boxes in his house were neatly stacked inside, and there was an unzipped bag on the top, which happened to reveal the baseball cap.

Before Song Feiyang could ask, there were footsteps behind him.

Xie Jian said as she walked, the sound of leather shoes landing was amplified several times by the empty room.

"Accidentally found out your home address, and while you were here, I asked Wu Zian to bring it along with you."

After speaking, he glanced into the unzipped bag and said something casually.

"A pile of junk, just throw it away."

Song Feiyang's brain continued to buzz, but after Xie Jian finished speaking, the buzz seemed to get louder.

She wanted to act, but Xie Jian called him to be her assistant; she didn't want him to know where she lived, but he followed her and even took the initiative to bring all the luggage; at this moment, she even gave her the hat that she personally gave her back then Treat it as garbage.

It turns out that Xie Jian is just like him and has not grown up. Xie Jian used to be stubborn and stubborn, but today's Xie Jian is even worse!

These things that are not worth mentioning in the eyes of others, are slowly pressing on Song Feiyang's heart like fine stones.Once there were too many stones, Song Feiyang's heart was completely sealed off, even the blood was not flowing.

Song Feiyang's brain swelled after he swallowed his anger for the past few days.If he didn't say anything else, he was afraid that he would soon be drowned out and torn apart by the voice.With a sustainable high fever, his mind was chaotic and powerless, and all things were mixed together like a pile of torn cotton wool. Song Feiyang didn't care about many things, so he had to ask him about one thing that was nearby.

He looked at the pile of tatters that Xie Jian was talking about, his eyes fell on the baseball cap and asked back.

"You think this is called rags, don't you?"