yang jiali woke up.
his brain was groggy and his eyes were pricked with light.
ye ting's stormy frenzied encroachment two days ago made his whole body still sore, and a deep red mark cut by the iron handcuffs on his wrist had not faded away, which was particularly conspicuous.
yang jiali sat on the bed for a long time, looking at the falling snow outside, but his heart was dark.
he suddenly remembered that he could once smile very happily.
with ye ting, the happiest four years, like this snow day, he would no worries about a bear hugging into ye ting's arms, ye ting would helplessly smile and shake his head, and then quietly hug him tighter. in the silence of the flying snow, he could feel the temperature of ye ting's palms with peace of mind, and secretly have a dream of white head to old age.
but after only a few years, this dream has changed completely.
he was imprisoned in this villa like an undignified pet, not as ye ting's sweetheart, but as a dog raised by ye tingfeng. his obligation is to take off his clothes and open his legs, so that the current president of ye da can vent his energy in his busy time until he gets tired of playing and finds the next good-looking boy.
yang jiali looked at the red marks on his wrist in a daze.
now it is a pair of iron handcuffs, and there will be more torture methods in the future.
ye ting would continue to force him to submit, forcing him to say what he didn't want to say, forcing him to be tortured to the point of screaming out in pain.
yang jiali walked to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.
the more i looked at it, the more i felt as if the whole person's spiritual qi had been exhausted and dead.
he washed up quietly and walked back to the bedroom.
the phone on the bedside table was vibrating, and it was a call from li da.
yang jiali answered the phone, and heard li da over there say in an excited voice: "brother yang, are you up, this evening's party is officially performed, me and the second dog will set off, you also arrived early, don't be late!"
yang jiali pulled the corners of his mouth dryly and said good.
hanging up the phone, he reluctantly lifted his spirits and sorted out his things to set off.
before leaving, he leaned down and grabbed the small medicine bottle from under the bed, intending to take the medicine.
easily unscrewing the bottle cap, yang jiali suddenly felt that something was not quite right.
he has a habit that others don't know much about, like this bottle, he always subconsciously screws the cap tightly every time, and the next time he opens it, he has to twist it hard for a while before he can open it.
but this time, as soon as it was screwed, the bottle cap was opened.
yang jiali frowned, wondering if this medicine bottle was passive.
the time was tight, and he didn't have time to think about it, swallowed the pills and went out of the bag on his back.
took the car to the performance center.
with li da li er, i put on makeup and changed my costumes, and went through the process again with the arrangement of the director group.
they huddled in the aisle and waited until eight o'clock before the staff beckoned them backstage to get ready to play.
in the lively and tense backstage, li da li er looked at the lights on the stage and breathed heavily.
yang jiali silently patted their backs and comforted: "i have rehearsed so many times, let it go." "
li da nodded and let out a sigh of relief.
li er turned his nervousness into a savoyant momentum, hugged yang jiali from behind, and said: "brother yang is here, we are not nervous, today we are definitely the most beautiful cubs on the stage." "
yang jiali reluctantly smiled.
li er saw yang jiali's modified face and smiled, and with a sigh, the rogue picked up yang jiali's chin and laughed: "yo, look at our lovely brother yang, who is originally handsome, a makeup and a hairstyle, and then a smile, a handsome young man, do you want to play with your grandfather... well? "
yang jiali was about to ask him to restrain a little, when a sneering laugh sounded behind him.
yang jiali turned his head to look.
the sneering boy is a handsome man with a pair of round eyes that are particularly good-looking.
this person yang jiali knows that wang yang, a singer of nie yuntong's company, has recently been praised by the company, and the outside media has commented that according to this posture, wang yang is likely to replace nie yun's position within a few years.
wang yang hugged his chest with both hands, and his eyes were mean, like a knife scraping bones, cool and fluttering.
he sarcastically said: "speaking also depends on the occasion, this is the backstage, to fight, how not to get out and fight." "
yang jiali pulled li er to the side in time, looked at wang yang's lofty teaching face, and finally did not say anything else, only said lightly: "sorry." "
wang yang's eyes were cold: "i heard that last time, the one who dared to throw wild on nie yun's brother's head was also the three of you?" "
yang jiali secretly clenched his fists.
wang yang smiled strangely, "stupid people who don't know how to lift." "
wang yang has always appeared in front of the public as a simple and naïve teenager, and the show always sells cute and obedient, and now that he is out of the camera, his sour, mean and arrogant and conceited look cannot be covered.
yang jiali did not want to entangle too much with this kind of person, and pulled li da li er away.
the director's instructions sounded in the headphones, and yang jiali and li da li er sat on the elevator and went to the stage.
on the empty stage, yang jiali stood under the chasing lights, and his voice still had the clarity of a teenager.
a song was sung to the end, and the whole audience listened quietly, but yang jiali suddenly cried.
no one knows that this song of his was written for his mother.
when he was a child, his mother washed the dishes and swept the floor, and he often stuck to his mother's legs, like a sticky kitten, singing ducks and blowing bubbles to his mother in a childish voice. at that time, he thought that one day, he must write a good song and sing it to his mother.
but when he finally grew up and wrote beautiful songs, his mother didn't have many days. no matter how desperately he tried to work to earn money for her treatment, his mother never opened her eyes again.
after the song was finished, yang jiali listened to the applause from the audience and thought, thousands of people have heard this song, but the people who should hear this song the most will not be able to hear it in this life.
yang jiali put down the microphone, bowed deeply, wiped away tears, and got off the stage.
walking into the background, li er quietly handed over a pack of tissues.
yang jiali took the tissue and was thinking of thanking him, when a yin and yang strange taunt sounded again: "i am still quite capable of acting, and the tears will come, this hype method is quite inferior." "
it's wang yang again.
yang jiali tensed his face: "not everyone has no lower limit like you." "
after saying that, he pulled li da li er and was about to leave.
wang yang looked at yang jiali obliquely, snorted rather disdainfully, and said with a slutty mouth: "pretending to be your mother's qinggao, crying a fart cry, crying like a dead mother." "
yang jiali's footsteps suddenly stopped.
he slowly turned his head back, his face, which was originally just tense, seemed to have been poked into the heart of pain at the moment, and his expression suddenly darkened. he looked at wang yang and replied with extreme repression: "shut your dog's mouth." "
wang yang was stunned.
he was used to being praised by the people around him, and it was the first time that he was scolded in front of such a new person who had no power, no power, no name and no name.
wang yang's face suddenly turned ugly: "what's the matter, you can't say two sentences?" such a glass heart. "
yang jiali's eyes suddenly appeared a little fierce, like a wolf ready to attack.
wang yang was stunned by the look in his eyes.
he took a step back to the side, and wang yang whispered, "there are things that the mother does not have to raise." "
yang jiali slowly raised his head, and senran said, "i have the ability to say it again." "
the dispute on this side has attracted the attention of the people around them, and everyone in the background has their ears up, waiting to see the hilarity.
under the eyes of everyone, wang yang refused to lose face.
he is a popular, yang jiali is a dog is not as good as a paste.
wang yang sneered: "what about saying it again," he drew the corners of his lips, his expression arrogant and mean to the extreme, and said, "i said that you are a woman, with a mother, and no mother to raise things." "
yang jiali clenched his fists violently and walked towards wang yang step by step.
wang yang quietly stepped back, his mouth still not sparing: "come here to do something, what's the matter, do you still want to beat me, do you dare, do you dare to do it!" "
just the next second after wang yang's voice fell, li da li er was shocked to see that yang jiali, who had been silent and numb for so many days, seemed to have suddenly lost control at this moment, reaching out and grabbing wang yang's collar fiercely, and the expression on his face suddenly became extremely frightening.