Ode to Pear Blossoms Part 1

Yi Zhen didn't perform very well today because the fever has not completely subsided. Li Yaohui played the father of the leading actor Xuanwen in the play, and he was already angry when Yi Zhen reshot the second part.

Today we are filming the scene where Xuanwen is going to learn acting and is beaten by his father.

Li Yaohui himself doesn't want to see Yi Zhen. After all, he came out of nowhere and took the place of his apprentice, leaving no room for his old face. He couldn't say that Yi Zhen couldn't find fault with his acting two days ago. What, seeing that Yi Zhen's state is not right today, he blows his beard and stares.

Especially in the scene of hitting the boards, the old gentleman did it decently, several boards fell heavily on Yi Zhen's body, Yi Zhen groaned in pain, but did not escape after all.

When Li Yaohui was waiting for the CUT, he smiled and said to Yi Zhen: "This filming must be real, otherwise the audience will see it as fake, and our hard work will be in vain, right?"

He shook his head slightly to Director Wang Lichuan: "Children nowadays just can't bear hardships. I think back when we were learning opera, the master made us kneel for a whole day. When it got dark, we couldn't feel our knees anymore. !"

Yi Zhen nodded in agreement, and Li Yaohui left satisfied.

Wang Lichuan came over and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, take your time, old artists sometimes talk a lot, but it's still useful, you can take it as a free lesson."

Wang Lichuan is a man in his forties, with a beard and looks like a gentleman.

Yi Zhen nodded, but he didn't feel anything in his heart, not to mention that the old man didn't have much strength, just putting this little strength on a person like Yi Zhen who had been fighting all the time, was nothing more than being scratched by a cat.

After the filming this afternoon was over, Yi Zhen returned to the hotel.

He lived on the twelfth floor, got into the elevator and accidentally pressed it to the ninth floor, then pressed it again and found that the elevator could not be cancelled, so let it go.

But when the elevator opened on the ninth floor, he saw a strange picture.

He saw Wang Lichuan walked into the room with a boy in his arms, put his hands on the boy's waist, and groped back and forth, his movements were very ambiguous.

He is very familiar with the boy's back, especially the coat, which he wore when he came to find him for dinner and drink last time.

It's Chen Qingyuan.

Chen Qingyuan was also taken aback when he turned his head slightly, and Yi Zhen felt that he saw himself too.

The elevator doors closed, and on the twelfth floor he went into his room.

Yuan Yi didn't know what was going on today. He was very busy in the small kitchen, calling Yuan Mingjia from time to time, "How much salt do you put in this soup? Add salt at the end? Then I put it in just now..."

Yi Zhen chuckled in the kitchen: "Xianhui."

Yuan Yi flew over with a shovel, and Yi Zhen cheerfully walked to the sofa to practice calligraphy.

Yuan Yigu worked for two hours, and finally only produced two dishes and one soup, and one was cold cucumber.

Yi Zhen went to the dining table to take a look, and Yuan Yi raised the shovel first: "How is it? Is it like that?"

Yi Zhen reluctantly nodded: "It's okay."

Looking at the rice in the lunch box again, he said, "Did you buy this rice?"

Yuan Yi rolled his eyes: "Is your place able to cook rice?" Besides, he can't cook.

At the dinner table, Yi Zhen recalled the scene he saw just now, and thought that Chen Qingyuan had communicated with him after all, and he had also helped him. In his heart, Chen Qingyuan shouldn't be like this.

"Why are you in a daze?" Yuan Yi waved his hand in front of him: "It's my first time cooking, why don't you give me some face and eat a chopstick?"

Only then did Yi Zhen pick up the chopsticks, and casually picked up a piece of diced cucumber and put it in his mouth.

"How about it?"

"good to eat."

"It's delicious, you're paralyzed, what the hell are you eating cold cucumber, I'll let you taste this eggplant!" Yuan Yi said angrily, "Where did your soul go?"

Yi Zhen looked at him: "Yuan Yi, do you think people can sell anything they own for the sake of their future?"

Yuan Yi cut it up and ate a mouthful of diced eggplant himself, quite satisfied.

"Of course not, it depends on who it is."

"Do you think I'm such a person?" Yi Zhen asked Yuan Yi with a frown.

Yuan Yi glanced at Yi Zhen: "No... Did something happen to you?"

Yi Zhen said, "No... Grass, what kind of soup do you have? Kidney cleansing soup?"

Yuan Yi took a sip as soon as he heard it, and quickly drank water when he was so salty: "Damn it, why is it so salty?"

"Forget it, just add some water." Saying that, Yi Zhen added a large cup of hot water to the soup.

Yuan Yi looked at it with disgust: "Is this stuff still drinkable?"

"I used to eat steamed buns with boiling water, what is this?" Yi Zhen took a sip and said, "It's ok."

Yuan Yi took a sip of soup silently after hearing this, he couldn't hear Yi Zhen's past, he didn't participate in those dark days, he didn't have the right to empathize.

"The eggplant is also salty, but the cucumber is bland..."

Yuan Yi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Shut up, eat your food! When I eat your food, I don't even say a word about whether it's delicious or not. I'll make a meal for you, and I'll hate it!"

The corners of Yi Zhen's eyes twitched: "I'll do the dishes later."

Only then did Yuan Yi nod his head: "That's about the same."

After eating, Yi Zhen came out of the crowded small kitchen after washing the dishes, and saw Yuan Yi practicing calligraphy.

Yi Zhen brewed two cups of white tea, and handed one to him. He stood and glanced at his "masterpiece", then shook his head: "Your posture for holding the pen is wrong, and there is too much ink on it."

Yuan Yi rolled his eyes at him: "You are the only one who talks too much."

Yi Zhen walked over, bent down, and took his hand from behind: "You have to hold the pen like this, with your thumb here..."

Yi Zhen's words were very light, and it was a bit far-fetched to hold Yuan Yi's body with his right arm, so his whole body was very close. Yuan Yi felt the warm body behind him, and felt his heartbeat was about to come out.

Yuan Yi suddenly put down his pen and said, "Stop studying, it's too troublesome." He went straight to the bedroom and lay down.

Yi Zhen sat on the sofa and watched him, well, this man lost his nerve again.

Yuan Yi lay on the bed and took a deep breath, he felt sick.

He knows that he likes to be close to Yi Zhen. He used to think that this is the reason why he was familiar with him when he was a child, but when he was a child, he knew a lot of people. Fatty and Feng Cheng belonged to Fatty, and they have known each other longer than Yi Zhen, but none of them People can feel like Yi Zhen gave him.

What does it feel like?It's the feeling of being afraid when you are close, and missing you when you are far away.

A few days ago, because of what happened that night, I looked for various books the next day. The books said that most people are actually bisexual, but they chose the opposite sex in the end, so when I was young and impulsive It is normal to have some good feelings for the same sex you are close to.

He also believed that kind of nonsense, and felt that he was making a fuss out of a molehill.

But when Feng Cheng called the fat man and said that Chen Qingyuan seemed to have thoughts about Yi Zhen, his heart burned up. He knew it was jealousy, and he wished he could fly to Yi Zhen's side and guard him, just like a gold coin guard Like Grandet.

Lying next to Yi Zhen last night, he almost didn't sleep all night. He clearly knew the heat and changes in his body, knew how hard his heart was beating, and knew that what he was thinking about were all unsightly pictures.

There is only one person in all imaginations, and that is Yi Zhen.

This is so abnormal that he thinks he should see a psychiatrist.

The next day Yi Zhen went to film, Yuan Yi thought about it, and finally drove to the psychological clinic.

Psychological clinics are not like ordinary clinics. Generally, no one comes to them. Chinese people are very conservative and like to hide their dirty psychology. Basically, it is difficult for psychological clinics to appear crowded in China.

The doctor is a very young woman, not more than 30 years old.

After Yuan Yi came in, the doctor chatted with him first, and then arranged him in a somewhat dark room. The faint fragrance of flowers accompanied by soft music calmed Yuan Yi down.

Yuan Yi is a person who doesn't like to hide things in his heart, and feels that this is not Beijing. It is better to talk about his own mess in front of a stranger than to tell a friend.

After all, this kind of thing is a bit difficult to say.

Yuan Yi talked about his troubles, and the doctor asked many details, but Yuan Yi answered without evasion.

He doesn't like to avoid, he wants to face it.

The female doctor looked at him with a smile: "So, when did this feeling start?"

Yuan Yi thought for a while and said, "I don't know, I have this idea when I see him, and I'm getting more and more abnormal, and now I'm on fire in the same room with him."

Yuan Yi is going all out, who cares about him, to treat a disease is to face up to himself first, after all, he hasn't slept well for two days.

The female doctor smiled: "Tell me about the day you met again."

Yuan Yi said: "That's nothing to say, in a night show, I saw him being bullied."

"Then how did you do it?"

"Fight, beat the kid who bullied him until he was almost hospitalized."

Thinking of that kid talking nonsense that day and drooling at Yi Zhen, he didn't care about anything at that time, so he went up and started fighting.

"Why don't you prescribe me some medicine, as long as I can fall asleep." Yuan Yi said.

"Did you lose sleep because you were around him?"

Yuan Yi thought for a while, then nodded: "Anyway, it's easy for me to think wildly when I'm next to him."

The female doctor said: "Medicine treats the symptoms but not the root cause."

Yuan Yi sighed, and said to the female doctor, "So, am I perverted?"

The female doctor looked at him with a smile: "No, you are in love."

Yuan Yi looked at the female doctor blankly, but did not speak.

The answers to many things are ready to come out, but it is one thing to feel, and another thing to be formally said.

The female doctor smiled: "Some feelings are different from most people, but it does not mean that it is a disease. Everyone's love view, you can imagine it as a list, some people are 100% heterosexual, and some people are 100% homosexual , some people are bisexual, no matter what you are, it should not be a mistake, it is just a choice, a free choice, you should not choose your gender, but choose your true feelings, like this Choice should be free, shouldn't it?"

Yuan Yi was absent-minded all the way back to the hotel from the psychological clinic, thinking about what the female doctor said.

At the entrance of the hotel, Yi Zhen heard the sound from inside and opened the door for him: "Where did you go?"

Yuan Yi raised his head and took a deep look at Yi Zhen, suddenly felt relieved, all those thoughts became insignificant, and he even forgot what the female doctor said.

At the age of 17, Yuan Yi saw for the first time the etherealness of the ten-mile red gauze tent, felt the temptation of Linglong dice and red beans, and finally walked into the door called "Red Earth".

He suddenly discovered that he was not entangled at all, nor was he ashamed, he was just a little cautious.

Yuan Yi didn't speak, just smiled lightly.

But I said in my heart: Hello, my sweetheart.