After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

"I hope you didn't contact me just to break up with me..." Chris blurted out the moment the call was connected.

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, and all his doubts dissipated like mist in an instant, and even turned from uneasiness to a kind of uncontrollable secret joy: "Of course not, why do you think so?"

She adjusted her sitting posture so that she could lean back more comfortably in the chair. A large field of red, crimson, and pink roses came into view outside the window, and a sweet fragrance rushed into her nostrils, which was simply refreshing!

She gets a kind of ecstasy enjoyment from the other person's uneasiness. Yes, she has to admit that if the other person values ​​this relationship more than she does, if the other person is more uneasy than she is, if the other person is more at a loss than she is, then She would derive great, indescribable pleasure from it.

This is a kind of controlling and dominant fun, a kind of fun that dominates the mood and destiny of others. This kind of fun makes her enjoy but also makes her feel ashamed. But even this shame made her get pleasure from it.

What kind of outstanding man is he? Handsome and handsome, he has been ranked as the most handsome man in the world for two consecutive times. He is a world-famous movie star. Countless women - and perhaps men - are lining up to give birth to his children. Moreover, not to mention his charming charm……

Even if she hasn't tasted the wonderful taste of love, she has already enjoyed enough from this vanity.

She seemed to have suddenly found a novel toy and couldn't wait to start playing with it.

"Intuition. And you've been using the excuse of being busy these past two days!" Chris said almost complaining. In an instant, he realized his emotional changes and the impact she had on him. An instinct of self-protection made him immediately Alert, he coughed and adjusted his mood: "Are you busy these two days?"

"Wait a moment." After saying that, Yang Yi hung up the phone.

Chris looked at the hung up phone and was at a loss for a moment.

But the grievances and anger that followed made him feel like a ball of cotton stuffed in his heart, which was so swollen that he couldn't relieve it. What does it mean? A means of manipulation? Play hard to get? Or is it a new way of playing with emotions?

Then, the video call rang, and he subconsciously connected it. Yang Yi's face opposite him was displayed on the screen. She smiled a little sheepishly and said hello: "Hi! I... I kind of want to see you..." Before he could say anything, After that, she blushed first.

The grievance and anger disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared before. Chris walked under the brightly lit pillars so that the other party could see his face clearly. He knew that this was his advantage.

Sometimes, he hated that others only looked at his face and ignored other things, but at this moment, he was glad that his appearance aroused her interest.

This was the first video call between the two of them, and it was also the first time they had a phone call after establishing a relationship. Since the two had only met once before, and they were only slightly better than two strangers, they were both a little overwhelmed and kept silent. They looked at each other, looking at each other, and unconsciously, they started laughing together.

"Hello, boyfriend, my name is Yang Yi." Yang Yi waved his hand as if meeting for the first time.

"Hello, my girlfriend, my name is Chris Norton. Nice to meet you!" After Chris finished speaking, he bit his lower lip and couldn't help but smile.

The two of them were smiling at each other, and they didn't know what they were laughing at. They looked like two fools.

Yang Yi was half-leaning on the back of the chair. The person on the screen was still the same familiar face she had seen for four and a half years. She had used him as a mobile screen saver, as a computer desktop, and said it without shame - also as a dream. Lover. In the past, this face stood high, like a big diamond that was beautiful and bright in the window and could never be bought. It could be seen, but only visible—almost never touched. But now, even though they are still thousands of miles apart, she knows in her heart that this person will belong to her from now on.

It's incredible.

"Are you in the office? Still working?" Chris said first.

"Well, I just finished my work." She felt a little guilty. In fact, she was not that busy before. If she wanted to call and send messages, she could still find time. She quickly changed the subject: "Are you in your hometown? This is where you grew up. Where did you grow up?”

"Yes." Chris deliberately ignored the moment of guilt on her face, turned the camera over, and enthusiastically introduced to her the place where he grew up, "This is a garden. My mother planted a lot of flowers and plants. When I was a child, My favorite thing is to play catching bugs with my friends in the garden..."

He introduced her to his garden and house, and finally he went into the living room to take pictures for her.

This is a typical middle-class family in the country of Akha. It is not very high-end and has a bit of a retro country style. Some of the furniture clearly shows that it has been used for many years. The sofas and curtains are all floral and the colors are very dazzling, but the matching Very good. It can be seen that the owner has good aesthetic ability and it looks very warm.

His childhood must have been carefree and happy. As Yang Yi thought this, his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Chris used his camera to take pictures of everything familiar at home while introducing her to her experience here.

"Look, I made this in handicraft class when I was a child. My mother still uses it." Chris took out a strange-shaped cup and spoon from the window, his tone was a little funny and a little proud.

"It's really a special gift, one of a kind. If I receive such a gift, I will cherish it." Yang Yi said. Her expression was serious and her smile was polite and restrained, but her eyes seemed to be saying something else.

Chris looked at her on the screen. She was obviously smiling, but he seemed to see melancholy in her dark eyes. It was a temperament that was deep in her bones and had been with her for a long time. There is also a complex quality that is constantly surging and hidden in her body, which cannot be described in words. It even makes him feel dangerous and extremely mysterious. He is unconsciously attracted and wants to get closer to find out.

"Is that your family?" Yang Yi asked. From the window behind him, she saw his family sitting in the garden chatting.

"Yes. Do you want to get to know them? They are all curious..." Chris said cautiously. When he saw her slightly embarrassed expression, "Of course this may be a bit too fast..." He offered her a considerate Climb a step.

"This is indeed a bit too fast..." Yang Yi blinked and joked: "In our Xia country, only couples who are planning to get married will take each other home to meet their parents."

Chris pursed his lips: "Okay!" He suddenly invited: "Want to come and hang out in my bedroom?"

Yang Yi immediately acted like he was sitting upright, "I'm ready."

Chris walked up to the second floor with a smile. On the way up, the two of them kept giggling face to face. Chris almost fell over on the steps that had been walked for nearly thirty years.

As soon as he entered the house, Chris felt a little regretful. He came back in a hurry after finishing work this time. His luggage was even spread out on the floor, his clothes had not been put into the closet, and the quilt on the bed was a bit messy.

"Wait a moment." After saying that, he put the phone screen down on the table, immediately rushed over to tidy up the quilt, and threw the suitcase into the closet.

Yang Yi's smiling voice came from the phone: "Chris, I want to see your bedroom as it is, don't tidy it up! Please satisfy my fan's pilgrimage mentality——"

"No! Absolutely not! At least leave a good impression at the beginning. As for the future, you can slowly dig in..." Chris picked up the phone, and Yang Yi saw that his face was a little red due to the activities just now.

She was obviously mature and charming on TV and in programs, but she was so cute in private. Yang Yi felt that she originally wanted to dig a silver mine, but when she dug in with a shovel, she discovered that it was a gold mine.

His bedroom is a typical boy's bedroom, with a display cabinet in the corner containing records, game consoles, figurines and other items.

"These are things from my childhood and teenage years. Most of my things are in Beverly now. I can take pictures for you when I get back." Chris was a little excited, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. He knows that if a girl wants to know more about you, it is a sign of interest in you, which makes his desire to express himself unprecedentedly high.

He has completely forgotten the tricks in love, like a dazed young man, he can't wait to show all the good things about himself to the other person, like a male peacock trying hard to show off his beautiful tail feathers.

Only then did Yang Yi realize that the opposite person was a superstar who lived in a mansion in Beaver, not an ordinary foreign boy. She had not thought of this at all during the call just now.

If he really wanted to please someone, probably no one would be able to refuse him. He could leave any impression he wanted on anyone.

A thought suddenly came to me out of nowhere: How can you tell whether his actions are true or false? After all, he is an actor and he can act whatever he wants. Does he have ulterior motives? Does he really like you? What does he like about you? What is it about you that he likes?

Apart from the lottery ticket you possess and the added value that this lottery ticket brings, which can add vanity and conversation capital to a man, what else do you have that deserves a man who almost owns the whole world to please you?

Chris was still enthusiastically introducing his collection of rock records and his experience working as a boy to earn money to buy these records.

To be honest, it was really interesting: a successful, handsome and charming man recounted his ignorance, happiness, frustration and growth when he was a teenager. This is more literary than an art movie, and she is also the heroine.

But she suddenly lost the feeling of heartbeat and expectation she had just now, and even felt ashamed of her own heartbeat.

If all this was a lie, a superb performance, a bait to lure her in, a dream bubble, a dream deliberately created for her by others, she was immersed in it and couldn't help it. She followed the baton like a puppet. , exchanging one's sincerity to the other party, only to find that the other party handed over a piece of white paper, which said: Idiot, you have been fooled!

Perhaps, every moment of her heart-beating and intoxication was viewed by the audience as a joke, as a farce. They laughed and commented to see how she performed the most realistic farce in front of the clumsy scenery and props, and interacted with her. Her co-star took the opportunity to cast a knowing look into the audience, but she was the only one who was performing passionately.

"I don't know why, but I was particularly obsessed with vinyl records at that time, and I even spent most of the money I earned from my part-time job on collecting these things. Listen, this is my favorite song among them, Old Time Rock and Roll." He put the record on the record player, and a bold and rough singing voice suddenly sounded in the room. His body swayed slightly with the music, "I bought this old record in a second-hand store, because it has been played too many times, and the sound has changed." Everything has changed, but I still listen to it occasionally. When I listen to it again, what I hear is no longer music, but the feeling I had when I was young..."

If he's really acting, it's absolutely masterful and he deserves an Oscar.

But what if this is true? Is there a possibility that he is not doing this for your lottery ticket, or for any external reason, but just for you, for yourself...even if there is even a tiny possibility...is it possible? ?

Looking at his side face as if immersed in the past, with ups and downs, clear outlines, deep and serene, like a steep mountain, people are willing to be lost by the steepness. He is like a flame in the night. When he appears, people can only see him, willing to perish like a moth to a flame.

It’s so beautiful. If you use this face to deceive people, no one will believe it. Even if you know that he is deceiving, some people are still willing to be deceived. They are even willing to be deceived for a longer time. It is best not to expose it forever...

Four and a half years of infatuation, more than 1,600 days and nights, how long is it? Is infatuation a kind of love? Or is it a yearning? Or is it just self-indulgence and has nothing to do with others?

Do you want to give it a try, or even be willing to be cheated once?

'I feel so sorry for you! No, I feel pathetic for myself, why did I choose to do this to you, a cowardly loser? ' it said suddenly.

'Yeah, I'm a cowardly loser. Yang Yi replied calmly, "So, leave me as a loser as soon as possible." Don't you think this body is too crowded? There are actually three consciousnesses crammed into such a small body. It's really... too crowded. '

'This is my body too! 'It was extremely angry, almost furious: 'Incompetent! coward! idiot! You can't drive Him away! But you want to drive me away! Let me tell you, this body is mine too. I have been waiting for you to die for so long. When will you die? Why don't you die! '

'When I have lived enough. 'Yang Yi said.

Chris found that Yang Yi had not spoken for a long time. He opened the needle of the vinyl record, stopped the music, sat at the desk and looked at her: "What are you thinking about?"

His blue eyes are pure blue without any impurities. When he looks at someone seriously, it will give people the illusion of being watched lovingly. Especially now, he was facing the lamp sideways, and the shadow hit his face. An oil painting with rich colors and heavy ink appeared in front of her unexpectedly. It was so impactful that she felt her heart skip a beat.

'coward! Slugs! You are worse than a maggot! Maggots will work hard to pupate for a piece of shit. Why do you hesitate when you want anything? A mere ordinary man on earth is still a man with no abilities! A fire demon would trample him to death as easily as an ant! You can kidnap him now, and he will be yours as a pet or male favorite. If he dares to escape, you can kill him! No, drain him of his life source - that's all he's worth...' It was simply exasperated.

Yang Yi decided to be willful and satisfy his wish that he had saved up for four and a half years - more than 1,600 days and nights. If he's really acting, let him keep acting until she gets tired of it.

So, she said: "I am thinking of you, very much."