I still like you [entertainment circle]

In the studio, Wen Yu was coloring the sketches, feeling rare and comfortable, the ringing of the mobile phone broke the tranquility in his heart.

Wen Yu wiped off the paint on his hands with a wet towel, and picked up his phone.

It was Qian Ying who called.

"Hello? Auntie."

"Xiao Yu, the old man has returned home."

Wen Yu frowned: "What is he doing back?"

"It seems that I have received an invitation from a friend in China."

"Oh." Wen Yu said lightly, "What does it have to do with me?"

"I just want to remind you that he was very angry at the painting you painted before, which was auctioned."

Wen Yu sneered: "Why is he angry with my painting?"

"Anyway, you have a mental preparation. Your servant told me on the phone that the old man will come to you most likely when he comes back this trip."

"She's not a servant." Wen Yu corrected her, "She's an aunt who takes care of the garden."

"Sorry." Qian Ying was a little embarrassed.

"Understood." Wen Yu put the paint-stained paintbrush into the water and rinsed it, "Come if you come, I welcome him anytime."

Qian Ying reminded him: "Don't take him too seriously."

Qian Ying's mouth opened, and not long after the phone was put down, the doorbell rang.

Wen Yu saw the person outside the door through the cat's eyes, and it was really his grandfather, the butler with his entourage.

Wen Yu opened the door.

"Young master." The housekeeper bowed respectfully to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu nodded and said nothing.

The old man stood outside the door leaning on a cane, with a majestic and angry look on his face.

Wen Yu was painting just now, and she wore a white apron over her clothes. She didn't tidy up her appearance at the moment, so she just came over to meet customers.

The old man is a fastidious person, and he can't understand his sloppy behavior, and the anger in his eyes has deepened.He had just arrived in China, and before he went to an appointment with an old friend, he hurriedly came to Wen Yu to settle accounts.

"You're not surprised to see me at all." The old man said in a deep voice.

Wen Yu leaned against the door frame, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, stuffed it into his mouth, and glanced at him lazily, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

The old man became angry when he saw his foolishness, took the painting Wen Yu drew from the butler, crumpled it into a ball and threw it at his face.

Wen Yu was unprepared, a large ball of paper hit the bridge of his nose, bounced, and rolled to the ground.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes and frowned slightly as he looked at the ball of paper on the ground.

The old man pointed at his nose and scolded: "Don't draw anymore, I think you can only draw such vulgar and disgusting things! Did you do it on purpose? Did you want me to get down on purpose?!"

The crumpled painting on the ground is a work Wen Yu completed not long ago. It was exhibited at an auction last week, and the old man happened to also go to this auction.When Wen Yu's works were put on public auction, the organizer also specially emphasized that the author of the painting was the grandson of the old man.

The content of Wen Yu's work is two men embracing each other. Although the picture is relatively abstract and freehand, the theme of homosexuality is obvious.The old man felt that because of Wen Yu's painting, he had lost all face in front of everyone. At that time, his face turned black with anger, and he even thought that Wen Yu did it on purpose, just to antagonize him.

Wen Yu stared at the ball of paper and sneered: "I don't have much time to do these boring things, but you," he looked at the old man indifferently, "Since you don't like it, you still took pictures of this painting, why? Are you hurt?" Abusive tendencies?"

"I don't want your disgusting thing to flow into other people's hands!" The old man hit the ground heavily with his crutches, "Shame on you! You are shameless, and I want shame!"

"Why am I shameless?" Wen Yu's face darkened, "Who am I to lose face when I draw my picture?"

The two stared angrily and remained silent for a long time.

Wen Yu was too lazy to blow his beard and stare at him, suppressed his anger, and bent down to pick up the ball of paper on the ground.

When he leaned over, Wen Yu's slightly curly long hair slipped from his neck and hung down on both sides of his cheeks. When the old man saw his unisex hairstyle, his anger suddenly became more intense. When he got angry, he went forward and grabbed him. Wen Yu's hair was caught.

This time the hand was not serious, but it was so hard that Wen Yu hissed in pain.

"Looking at your hair makes me angry. Why do boys have such long hair?! Men are not men and women are not women!"

Wen Yu closed his eyes and let him grab his hair, his anger reached its peak, he clenched his fists and was about to get angry, when he heard a violent shout: "What are you doing?!"

Ji Lin's clear voice sounded above his head, and Wen Yu was taken aback.

Ji Lin grabbed the old man's wrist from behind and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

Before the old man could speak, he squeezed hard, causing the old man's wrist to hurt.The old man couldn't bear the pain and let go, Ji Lin pushed him away, stood in front of Wen Yu with a cold face, and asked, "Who are you?"

Wen Yu stared blankly at the back of Ji Lin's head.

No one spoke, Ji Lin's eyes became colder and colder, staring at the old man who was pulling Wen Yu's hair just now, "Who are you? Are you sick? Why are you pulling other people's hair?"

The master was anxious: "Do I need you, an outsider, to make irresponsible remarks when I teach my grandson a lesson?!"

Ji Lin was startled.

grandson?

Ji Lin frowned, and asked suspiciously, "Are you Wen Yu's grandfather?"

"What do you think?" The old man looked sullen.

Ji Lin's complexion changed, and he became more and more unhappy: "Why do you still do this kind of thing if you are his grandfather? Also, what do you mean by male or female? It is everyone's right to have long hair, whether male or female, Don’t you feel that your thinking is too narrow when you say this? Do you know how to respect people?”

Ji Lin is usually gentle and polite, and would never speak harshly to his elders, and today he is also eager to protect his shortcomings, and speaks mercilessly.

The old man was speechless by Ji Lin, staring at him without saying a word.

"Apologize." Ji Lin said suddenly.

The old man looked at him in disbelief.

"Apologize to Wen Yu." Ji Lin looked directly into his slightly cloudy eyes, "Of course, if you think you did nothing wrong, you don't have to apologize."

The old man has his self-esteem and upbringing, and what Ji Lin said is nothing more than a dilemma for him.

Not apologizing means that he thinks he is innocent, and the last bit of self-cultivation he has upheld is basically broken.But the apology couldn't hold back that face.

The two were at a stalemate, Wen Yu didn't care for the old man's apology, and Ji Lin's appearance made him feel very happy, he pulled Ji Lin to his side, and said to the old man: "You've let go of your anger, can you go now?" ?”

Ji Lin turned to look at him.

Wen Yu flicked his tongue at him, making a crisp sound.

"Who is he?" The old man pointed at Ji Lin with a cane and asked Wen Yu.

"Does it have something to do with you?" Wen Yu said coldly, "Okay, let's walk slowly."

Before the old man could speak, Wen Yu pulled Ji Lin into the room and closed the door.

Wen Yu threw the ball of paper in his hand on the table and took off his white apron.

Ji Lin noticed that Wen Yu was wearing a pair of dark green overalls, and some colored paint was rubbed on his shoulders, adding a touch of color.

Wen Yu lowered his head, turned his back to Ji Lin, rubbed the paint on his cuff vigorously, and remained silent.

Ji Lin walked behind him silently, and said hesitantly: "That person just now...is really your grandfather?"

"No." Wen Yu replied with a dull voice.

Ji Lin was a little messy: "...Huh?"

Wen Yu remained silent, and kept rubbing the paint on his cuffs vigorously, until at the end he suddenly raised his hand and pulled his hair indiscriminately.

Irritability, nausea.

He hates physical contact with people.

Why the fuck is that old thing touching his hair.Damn.

Ji Lin was startled, and quickly stopped him, "What are you doing? Doesn't it hurt?" He raised his hand to cover the back of Wen Yu's head, touched it gently, and comforted him: "Your hair is so beautiful, don't bother with it, you If I feel uncomfortable, I will chase that grandpa back now and beat him up."

Wen Yu grabbed his hair for a moment, then suddenly turned around and hugged Ji Lin.

Ji Lin's whole body froze, and a burst of lemon fragrance overflowed his nose.

Wen Yu hugged Ji Lin in his arms, and acted like a spoiled child: "That old thing has always been like this to me."

Although there is suspicion of pretending to be pitiful, this sentence is true.

Ji Lin frowned when he heard this, and asked, "Who the hell is he? Why did he treat you like that?"

"It is indeed my grandfather in blood." Wen Yu buried his head in Ji Lin's neck, his voice was muffled and deep.

Ji Lin felt that he was going to be paralyzed from the neck up, so he patted Wen Yu's back lightly.

He thought to himself that Wen Yu didn't drink too much, so why was he acting so softly and coquettishly.

Wen Yu put his arms around Ji Lin and did not let go, and continued to act coquettishly to the end: "That old thing is pulling my hair so hard."

Ji Lin became angry when he heard this, "Did he often abuse you before?!"

If cold violence and perennial cynicism counted as abuse, then the old man did often abuse Wen Yu.

Wen Yu remained silent, his fingers scratched Ji Lin's shoulder blades through his clothes.

Ji Lin felt itchy, subconsciously moved forward and hid in Wen Yu's deeper embrace.

"Itchy." Ji Lin whispered.

Wen Yu chuckled, sniffed Ji Lin's neck with his nose, and asked in a low voice, "Did you eat too much sweet things, so you always have a sweet scent on your body?"

Ji Lin was stunned: "Is there...?"

"Yes." Wen Yu turned his head and sniffed again, the tip of his nose accidentally touched Ji Lin's side neck, "It's very heavy."

Ji Lin remembered that Wen Yu didn't like sweets, shrank his neck awkwardly, and asked, "Do you think it smells bad?"

"No." Wen Yu quickly denied, "It smells good, I like this smell, it's sweet."

Ji Lin's neck was numb and red.

Wen Yu's low voice fascinated Ji Lin's mind, Ji Lin's brain crashed, and he instantly forgot the purpose of coming to Wen Yu today.

"Brother Yu." Xiang Nan's voice came from the entrance, Xiang Nan pushed the door in, paused, and looked at the two embracing in the living room in shock.

Ji Lin put his hands around Wen Yu's waist, but he quickly let go of them.

Wen Yu also let go of his hand.

"Then what—" Xiang Nan was in an awkward situation, turned around and grabbed the doorknob to leave, "Excuse me."

Wen Yu frankly asked in a clear voice, "What are you going for?"

"I'll go first." Ji Lin was even more embarrassed than Xiang Nan.

Wen Yu grabbed him and asked in a low voice, "Why are you leaving?"

"I, I will go back to the crew to film."

"Without me, what scene are you filming?"

Ji Lin was taken aback for a moment, remembering the reason why he came here today, he blurted out and asked, "Why are you..."

"Because I don't want other people to play with you." Wen Yu stared at Ji Lin.

Ji Lin felt that he could ask another why, but he didn't. The current situation is not appropriate.

"I'll go first." Ji Lin felt his head was a little messed up, and his heart was beating wildly, as if he wanted to leave his heart.

Wen Yu let go of his hand and hummed.

This is the second time that Xiang Nan bumped into Ji Lin at Wen Yu's house, and the two of them looked at each other speechlessly, quite embarrassed.

"What's the situation?" After Ji Lin left, Xiang Nan hurriedly asked Wen Yu, "Why did you just hug each other? You've already caught someone?"

Wen Yu pulled his hair irritably, as soon as Ji Lin left, he lost his patience and his mood became bad again.

"Your speed is good enough." Xiang Nan was shocked, "As expected of me, Brother Yu."

"Don't think too much, it's not what you think." Wen Yu spread out the ball of paper on the table and smoothed it slowly.

"It's not what I thought? Then why are you hugging Ji Lin?" Xiang Nan walked over, his eyes lit up, "Is he also interested in you?"

Wen Yu's hands paused, and he said in a low voice, "He was interested in me when he was in high school."

"...Huh?" Xiang Nan was dumbfounded.

Wen Yu continued to smooth the painting, slowly telling the old story: "We are in the same high school, and he liked me in high school."

"Damn, you guys have known each other so long? He still liked you?!" Xiang Nan was shocked, "What about now?"

"How do I know?" Wen Yu said awkwardly, his tone sounded a little depressed.

"Have you two talked before?"

"How is it possible." Wen Yu squinted at him, "He was only 13 years old at the time, and I didn't mean anything to him then."

"That's right." Xiang Nan rubbed his chin, "He's four years younger than you. But it's a good thing, it's not a reunion, but a reunion."

"Can't continue." Wen Yu said lightly.

"Why can't it continue?"

"The day he confessed to me, I kissed him." Wen Yu looked up at Xiang Nan, "Forcibly kissed. I also told him that I hate homosexuality."

Xiang Nan blinked his eyes, his mind was a bit dazed as if he had been beaten with a sap.

After a long silence, Xiang Nan cursed "fuck" and said in disbelief, "How old is he at that time? After you kiss someone and still not be responsible for him, you are too scumbag, right?"

Wen Yu would say at the time that he was disgusted with homosexuality, but Xiang Nan was not surprised. After all, he had experienced such things back then, and it was understandable that he would feel disgusted with homosexuality. What he couldn't figure out was that since Wen Yu didn't like Ji Lin, why would he to kiss him.

"You don't like him, why did you kiss him?" Xiang Nan was a little speechless, "You play literature. You will be imprisoned during the Revolution, okay? You smell a scumbag."

Wen Yu didn't want to bring up the past, so he changed his rhetoric: "I think he's pretty good-looking, even more beautiful than the girls around me."

Xiang Nan clicked his tongue and said in disgust, "Scumbag."

"So—" Wen Yu stood up holding the painting, and glanced lazily at Xiang Nan, "Scumbags don't deserve to continue their relationship."

Xiang Nan frowned, a little worried.

Wen Yu's words are not unreasonable, what happened back then, Ji Lin might hate him to death.

Xiang Nan followed Wen Yu and chattered: "What's the matter with you, do you know how to slap your face now? He is a big star now, if you want to have something to do with him, they probably won't take you seriously Alright, let me tell you what's good about you."

"I've had a lot of slaps in the face." Wen Yu laughed at himself, "I don't lack this one. Okay, I'm going out for a while, what do you want from me? Tell me something quickly, it won't be a separate book again about it?"

"No. It's my job, I've been interviewed."

"Passed?" Wen Yu's face lit up, "The vagrants finally have a serious job?"

Xiang Nan laughed: "You are the vagrant."

"When will you start working?"

"Next week."

Pretty fast.

Wen Yu bowed his head and pondered for a few seconds, then said, "Okay, then we will have a meal together and see you off."

"This is what I said—I'm not going to be sent to the frontier."

Wen Yu smiled heavily, happy for Xiang Nan from the bottom of his heart, and said, "I'll go out for a while."

"Where?"

"Barber Shop."

It was only the next day that Xiang Nan found out that Wen Yu had inexplicably become the third male lead in "The Source of Murder". He was overly frightened and wanted to see the world, so he went to the set with him.

"You agreed because of Ji Lin again?" Xiang Nan asked Wen Yu in a low voice on the way to shoot the stills.

Wen Yu hooked his lips and smiled: "You guess."

"I'm guessing." Xiang Nan stared at Wen Yu's side face fiercely. Since the morning, his eyes have not taken away from Wen Yu's hairstyle.

Wen Yu and Xiang Nan arrived at the scene, and everyone present, including Ji Lin, was stunned.

Wen Yu greeted everyone, and smiled slightly at Ji Lin.

Ji Lin stared at the man in front of him for a moment, and the sunny and handsome face of that year vaguely appeared in front of his eyes.

Wen Yu cut her hair short, although it is not to the extent of the board inch, but it is also extremely short, and it feels like it will be sticky to the touch.

"Teacher Jiang Yu, have you cut your hair?" Someone asked.

"En." Wen Yu responded.

"So handsome!"

Wen Yu smiled, just looked at Ji Lin with a smile, "Really."

The author has something to say: [Christmas Eve]

Christmas Eve, of course, to receive gifts from Santa Claus.

However, after Ji Lin was 5 years old, he stopped believing in the existence of Santa Claus.

Ji Baba: Baby, do you like the gift that Grandpa Christmas gave you this year?

6-year-old Ji Xiaolin (indifferent face): Papa, when you entered my room yesterday, I was still doing math problems under the covers.

At this time, 10-year-old Wen Xiaoyu still firmly believed in the existence of Santa Claus.

Wen Xiaoyu (silly white and sweet face): Dad!What do you think Santa Claus will give me this year!

Wen Baba: Son, you are already in the fourth grade of elementary school, sober up, there is no such thing as Santa Claus, that is your father.

10-year-old Wen Xiaoyu and 6-year-old Ji Xiaolin met ahead of schedule.

Wen Xiaoyu (wronged): I don't have a gift from Santa Claus.

Ji Xiaolin: I will be your Santa Claus.But I have nothing.Then give you a hug~

Wen Xiaoyu (opens hands): Hug.

Ji Xiaolin (standing on tiptoes, hugging big brother with difficulty): Hug~

Happy Christmas Eve~ Hope you all have a safe year ahead.

感谢在2019-12-2219：29：58～2019-12-2420：24：23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 broccoli with a calm heart;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Grapefruit Yoki, save 20 bottles in a bag; at 2 o'clock, Miss Zhao's sister [-] bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!