"Eh?" Ou Shaowen tilted his head to look at him in confusion, "Why did you come up here suddenly? Did something fall here?"
He had already changed into a black T-shirt for practice and explained, "The clothes I just changed into are in the locker room."
Ou Renjin's eyes were cold, and he forced a fake smile, "I called your agent and can borrow your time for 20 minutes."
Ou Shaowen blinked and quietly pressed the wound with his thumb. He no longer felt any pain.
"Oh." He realized what Ou Renjin wanted to say to him, and followed him nervously.
He Yixin has already told him that his previous feelings were all due to his misunderstanding. At this moment, for some reason, he suddenly remembered what Ou Renjin said in that interview program. He said that he actually enjoyed being loved. Then the host asked him, you have been with Ou Shaowen the longest, is it because he showed that he loves you more
He denied it at the time.
But Ou Shaowen didn't know why, he just felt that what the host said was right, it perfectly matched his cognition and answered his doubts. He believed that her words were correct, because only in this way could he understand why Ou Renjin was so good to him, why she never left his side, and why she was willing to continue to have a sweet relationship with him.
Everything in this world has cause and effect, and all gains must be paid first. This is the right way.
Because he loved him more than Ou Renjin's ex-boyfriends, he loved himself more among all his boyfriends.
He clenched his fists and thought dejectedly, if... Ou Renjin knew that he did not hesitate before because he would never die for it, and knew that he was clearly aware of this but hesitated and dared not tell him the truth, would he not think that he loved him more than others
Doesn't that mean he doesn't love him anymore
It was all his fault. He had vowed to show that he loved Ou Renjin more so that he could be more sure of this fact. But the result was that he was a liar who could only make up his mind at the time. Once the matter was over, he completely forgot his decision at that time. In the end, he was still the same as before, passively accepting everything given by Ou Renjin from beginning to end.
He had nothing done for him.
The group's schedule is getting tighter and tighter. Even when I have a meal with him, I have to hurriedly look at the time. It's really too troublesome to date someone like him.
Ou Renjin took Ou Shaowen into an empty room and locked the door. When he turned around and noticed him, he found that he had his eyes lowered and looked so sad that he was about to cry.
"Because you know I'm going to start scolding you, so you start to act pitiful?" He leaned against the wall and looked at him coldly with a distant and serious attitude, "Don't think that just because I said I can't get angry with you, you can do whatever you want in front of me."
Ou Shaowen raised his eyes and glanced at him, then lowered them again, "I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?"
"I didn't tell you about this early on, which caused you to misunderstand. But," he explained calmly, even though he felt sad, "I only realized later... that what you thought was a little different from what I thought. I didn't mean to hide it from you on purpose."
"Who told you I was angry about that?" Ou Renjin raised his voice and interrupted him. He seemed to have returned to a long time ago, the feeling when he knew that Ou Shaowen was abandoned in the wilderness while shooting a commercial, but walked all the way back alone. He felt that the person in front of him was both pitiful and annoying, especially the way he had no idea what he had done wrong, which was the most annoying.
Ou Shaowen blinked in surprise, looking very innocent. "Then what are you angry about?"
He tried hard to recall what else he had done wrong
"Okay, you don't know, right? Then I'll tell you in detail. After that, I'll combine the punishment reserved last time with this one." He lowered his voice, revealing the fierce momentum that he would only have at the negotiation table. "First, are you familiar with He Yixin? If you have a secret to reveal, why did you choose to tell him? Why do you trust him more than me?"
“No.” Ou Shaowen shook his head, his tone and expression seemed very calm because he had prepared for the worst in his heart. “He was the family member you introduced to me personally. I believed him because I trusted you.”
"You give your trust so easily. Even brothers have to settle accounts, and parents and children can kill each other. I'm not a god, so how can I be sure of what kind of people all my relatives are? He might have been a good person the previous second, but won't good people be tempted?" Ou Renjin began his signature oppressive rhetorical questioning mode again, one sentence after another, leaving people with almost no room for thought.
Ou Shaowen seemed a little surprised by his question, "I... didn't think so much about it."
Ou Renjin was reminded by his reaction and suddenly calmed down. A flash of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and he avoided Ou Shaowen's gaze unnaturally. I wonder if someone like Ou Shaowen, who is naturally clean and clear, would think that his words just now were dark enough to make people feel cold.
After a pause, he returned to his own rhythm, "Even if you believed him because of me, why didn't you just tell me directly?"
“I just… I can’t say it because I care about you.” Ou Shaowen felt even sadder, his eyelashes drooping and he couldn’t see the expression in his eyes clearly. “I just can’t say it to you.”
"Why?" Ou Renjin's voice was a little lighter, but he still didn't let him go like this, and insisted on asking, "What did I do to you? Are you afraid?"
The two eyelashes fluttered gently, "I'm afraid that you will not like me as much after you know that I am not willing to die for you."
His words were so light, but they hit Ou Renjin's heart like a heavy hammer. Boundless bitterness spread, and it was undeniable that he felt sorry for this person who was always so timid and could never accept love calmly. However, he suddenly felt a little tired, and he began to wonder if a person's character had already been formed and could never be changed.
He thought he had changed Ou Shaowen, but in fact he had never changed.
"Do you think that I like you because you are willing to die for me?" His voice was low and flat, without any ripples.
Ou Shaowen keenly noticed that Ou Renjin was a little sad, so he said to himself, "Say something quickly."
But what did he want to hear? He couldn't guess the correct answer.
If he were asked to answer this question from his heart, he would answer, "Yes."
But he could tell that Ou Renjin definitely didn't want to hear this answer.
"Now that you know the truth, do you still like me?" He didn't know how to answer, so he asked the question he wanted to ask most.
Ou Renjin was so angry that he laughed, "If you ask me this question again, I think I'm going to have a seizure."
“Then I won’t ask anymore.” Ou Shaowen quickly shut up.
Ou Renjin took a few deep breaths for a while, and then felt that he could finally answer him calmly, so he said word by word: "I still like you."
Ou Shaowen finally raised his eyes and looked at him, carefully confirming the expression on his face. After confirming that he was serious, he seemed to have a heavy burden suddenly lifted off his shoulders. A ripple appeared in the depths of his eyes, and he stretched out his hands to hug him.
Ou Renjin took a step back, "It's just that, because of you, I'm very sad and discouraged."
"Why? I'm sorry. I won't make you sad and discouraged next time."
Ou Renjin turned his head away and did not answer his question directly. "Let's continue with the previous topic. Second, He Yixin just said that you showed him your ability to heal quickly. How did you show it?"
“Just…” Ou Shaowen stretched out his hand in front of him tremblingly, like a child waiting for a slap from his teacher. “After making the wound, let him watch it heal with his own eyes. This way it’s more intuitive and there’s no need to explain anything more.”
There was a faint white mark on the palm of his hand. If no one told him, no one would know that this was a wound that had pierced his entire palm more than an hour ago.
Ou Renjin stared at it without touching it. "What kind of wound?"
"Knife... wound." An animal-like instinct made him start to get nervous.
Ou Renjin noticed the narrow white mark on his palm that couldn't possibly be a scratch. "How deep is it?"
Ou Shaowen turned his palm over to show him the back, and compared the thickness of his palm. "It's just this deep."
“It hurts a little.” In this atmosphere, Ou Shaowen didn’t seem to dare to tell the slightest lie, “Just… a little bit.”
There was another long silence, as if Ou Renjin had to expend tremendous effort to suppress the waves surging in his heart before saying each word.
"And then? Did the wound heal quickly?"
"Yes, very quickly."
“… Then, shall I show you again?” Ou Shaowen asked tentatively in a low voice.
Ou Renjin's throat moved and he uttered "Okay".
"Should I find some tools?" Ou Shaowen was actually a little at a loss at this moment. He could only follow Ou Renjin's instructions like a robot. There was a string in his mind that was tightly stretched, as if it could break at any time.
This room is a cloakroom, with rows of hangers filled with clothes. Next to it is a workbench, perhaps where the company's stylists occasionally use to alter clothes.
Ou Shaowen looked around aimlessly and found a paper cutter in the pen holder on the workbench. Then he took the knife and walked up to Ou Renjin.
"Then watch carefully!"
"good."
There was nothing wrong with Ou Renjin's expression, so Ou Shaowen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was probably too nervous just now, so he calmly took the blade and slashed it across his palm.
He also changed his hand very thoughtfully, and remembered Ou Renjin's strange expression and tone just now, so he decided not to make it so horrible this time, and just make a slight cut, although the strength of the proof would not be as strong as before.
However, I always feel that it would be better not to scare Ou Renjin.
The blade fell halfway and Ou Shaowen was preparing to face the pain when he saw a hand stretched out from the front and grasped the sharp blade in its palm.
At that moment, it seemed as if a dazzling light flashed before my eyes!
Ou Shaowen narrowed his eyes subconsciously, and as if having a stress reaction, he suddenly took a step back, pulling out the knife with him.
Ou Renjin loosened his hand, but his action was too quick and too violent, as if the ultimate purpose of this action was to create a scar on his palm.
As he wished, the blade had already cut a long and narrow wound on the palm of his hand. The blood seemed to be slow for a moment before it began to slowly seep out of the wound, drop by drop, not violently, but continuously.
“What are you doing?” Ou Shaowen’s voice trembled. He dropped the knife and tried to cover his wound with his hand, but then he took it back as if something was wrong. At this moment, he realized that he had planned it in advance, and said anxiously and panickedly, “You hurt yourself on purpose. Why did you do this?”
"I'll find something to stop your bleeding." He cried sincerely, turned around in a daze, and grabbed a piece of clean cloth from the side, wanting to come over and bandage his wound.
Ou Shaowen was most familiar with this action of his, which meant that he was not allowed to approach. He suddenly stopped moving, standing there as if he had lost his soul, tears falling one by one. But this time Ou Renjin did not come over to hug him, but softened his voice and coaxed him one by one.
"Didn't I tell you before? I'll combine the punishment I gave you last time with this one." He stood there with a calm expression, "So, from now on, don't touch me for two months."
"Can you... bandage the wound first?" He sobbed, crying pitifully.
"Why are you crying?" Ou Renjin asked him, "It's obviously not you who is in pain."
"I know I was wrong. I'll correct myself and promise not to do it again... Woo woo woo." He shrugged his shoulders and buried his face in his palms.
"Does it hurt? Look at me getting hurt."
"Yeah." Ou Shaowen nodded in panic with a crying voice.
"Okay, if you hurt yourself intentionally again, I will hurt myself as well. Want to compete in not being afraid of pain? We can have a competition." When he said this, his expression was still calm, but there was a kind of madness that was deeply suppressed in his eyes.
This development was actually not what he expected. He had no idea how it suddenly turned out like this from the frank communication he wanted.
When Ou Shaowen said casually and easily that he made a wound on his palm just to demonstrate it more intuitively without any further explanation, the anger could no longer be suppressed.
Ou Renjin loosened his hand, but his action was too quick and too violent, as if the ultimate purpose of this action was to create a scar on his palm.
As he wished, the blade had already cut a long and narrow wound on the palm of his hand. The blood seemed to be slow for a moment before it began to slowly seep out of the wound, drop by drop, not violently, but continuously.
“What are you doing?” Ou Shaowen’s voice trembled. He dropped the knife and tried to cover his wound with his hand, but then he took it back as if something was wrong. At this moment, he realized that he had planned it in advance, and said anxiously and panickedly, “You hurt yourself on purpose. Why did you do this?”
"I'll find something to stop your bleeding." He cried sincerely, turned around in a daze, and grabbed a piece of clean cloth from the side, wanting to come over and bandage his wound.
Ou Renjin looked straight into his eyes and took a step back.
Ou Shaowen was most familiar with this action of his, which meant that he was not allowed to approach. He suddenly stopped moving, standing there as if he had lost his soul, tears falling one by one. But this time Ou Renjin did not come over to hug him, but softened his voice and coaxed him one by one.
"Didn't I tell you before? I'll combine the punishment I gave you last time with this one." He stood there with a calm expression, "So, from now on, don't touch me for two months."
"Can you... bandage the wound first?" He sobbed, crying pitifully.
"Why are you crying?" Ou Renjin asked him, "It's obviously not you who is in pain."
"Because you were hurt, I... I'm very sad. I know I must have done something wrong. I can not touch you for two months, but please don't hurt yourself on purpose, okay?" His mind was a mess from the moment they entered the room. At this moment, he looked at Ou Renjin's palm which was still bleeding, and vaguely seemed to understand what Ou Renjin wanted to say to him.
"I know I was wrong. I'll correct myself and promise not to do it again... Woo woo woo." He shrugged his shoulders and buried his face in his palms.
"Does it hurt? Look at me getting hurt."
"Yeah." Ou Shaowen nodded in panic with a crying voice.
"Okay, if you hurt yourself intentionally again, I will hurt myself as well. Want to compete in not being afraid of pain? We can have a competition." When he said this, his expression was still calm, but there was a kind of madness that was deeply suppressed in his eyes.
This development was actually not what he expected. He had no idea how it suddenly turned out like this from the frank communication he wanted.
When Ou Shaowen said casually and easily that he made a wound on his palm just to demonstrate it more intuitively without any further explanation, the anger could no longer be suppressed.