Zhang Dengjie Cai

Zhang Anran hasn't seen Qi Ping for a while.

Qi Ping is still the same, his hair is neatly combed, but the black hair is mixed with white hairs - he has a few gray hairs, but he never dyes his hair, black and white, and he doesn't look old.His face is not stunning, but it is very attractive. His cheeks are a little fat, his eyes are bright, his lips and earlobes are thick, and he looks like Fukuzawa's deep face.

He was about the same height as Zhang Anran, but because he was standing under the steps, he was a little lower for no reason. He had no pretensions or imposing manner, and looked like an ordinary young man.

"Where are you going?" he asked with a smile.

Zhang Anran went down a step, indifferent in his heart, and replied: "Go and shoot a magazine film."

"Where to shoot?" Qi Ping asked.

"You turn around and ask Xiao Wang." Zhang Anran walked down the steps.

"When will you be back?" Qi Ping saw a group of people coming out behind Zhang Anran, and lowered his voice a little.

"I don't know, don't wait, go to bed early." Zhang Anran walked to Qi Ping's side, his words were still full of warmth, but people wanted to pass by.

Qi Ping curled up his fingers slightly, with a friendly expression on his face, he just said, "Then I'll wait for you to come back."

Zhang Anran didn't respond to this sentence, and walked forward.

Zhang Anran can not give Qi Ping, but it does not mean that other people can not give. The security guards, assistants and hotel staff led the people behind Zhang Anran to other directions. Qi Ping stood at the door for a while, then turned around to look Glancing behind him, Zhang Anran had left a long time ago, so he breathed a sigh of relief and walked up the steps.

"Yo, I met that distinguished guest today, do you know him?" Su An didn't know the identity of that person, so he asked Zhang Anran a word.

"I know you." Zhang Anran answered three words calmly, but he didn't intend to continue the conversation.Su An was also sensible, so he stopped asking, and the group got off the car at the entrance of the alley where the bar was located.Su An led the team to guide the way, turned left and right to find a shop door full of graffiti.

Zhang Anran took a look and asked, "Is it right here?"

“Here, at the beginning of the last century, the peak of progressivism was accompanied by the Prohibition, and the bars in New York had to be remodeled and hidden, so this bar was difficult to find and paid attention to privacy.”

Su An stepped forward to knock on the door lightly, and the door opened a small gap. He exchanged a few words with the insider, and the door finally opened. A blond young girl was greeted by her. She turned her head happily, Blinking at Zhang Anran, he said in fluent Chinese, "Mr. Zhang, I am your fan."

Zhang Anran nodded, and asked again: "Group photo?"

"May I add an autograph?" The girl smiled charmingly.

"can."

After signing and taking a group photo, the group walked through the long corridor and finally reached the door on the inside. There were two men guarding the door. The girl introduced that it was to stop teenagers who entered by mistake.When the door was pushed open, Zhang Anran subconsciously closed his eyes—it was too bright.

The decorations inside the door are all golden, and the ancient brass decorations shine brightly under the lights. The bar is not big, and it is not noisy. The drinkers are talking in low voices, but there is an inexplicable ambiguity.

Someone recognized Zhang Anran and greeted him friendly across the air. Zhang Anran responded with a little restraint, smiling and raising his glass, seemed to be the currency of communication.

The habit of people drinking from teacups in the Prohibition era has been preserved in this bar. Zhang Anran held a cocktail in a Chinese teacup and began to take pictures.

Su An told him to "be more casual", and he stretched out his slender legs, and began to drink very naturally, treating the surrounding staff as air.

He drank half a glass of wine. Xiao Wang just reported their location and came back from the door, and asked the staff in a low voice: "Is there water?"

"Cocktail, Mr. Zhang said he has a good drinker."

Xiao Wang frowned, wanting to persuade, but didn't dare to disturb the filming.

Zhang Anran has already entered the state and began to emit his pheromone unconsciously. Every small movement reveals a secret and insolent temptation. The frequency of the shutter, the surrounding drinkers also subconsciously lowered their voices.

He is beautiful and noble and knows no fear of anything.

He's beautiful, he's noble, and he's fearless.

Su An was originally sitting casually, but now his body tensed up. He had a hunch that the cover cooperation this time would have a very good effect.

In the originally planned shooting, there should be the blond girl co-starring, but Su Ran discussed with the photographer and changed the shooting plan, making all the photos a performance by Zhang Anran alone.

He drank alone, he stood alone in front of the golden wine cabinet, he stood alone in the middle of the dance floor, the lights swept over his eyebrows and eyes.

Depressed, lonely, tempting to commit crimes, and inviolable, the pheromones belonging to men seem to be condensed into entities, rushing through the lens.

It took a full three hours to shoot the magazine. In the end, the photographer was still a little unsatisfied. Zhang Anran drank a lot of wine, but his mind was still clear.

People are always like this, the more they want to get drunk, the less drunk they get.

When Zhang Anran went out of the bar, Xiao Wang followed him cautiously, for fear that he would slip and fall, but he walked very steadily.

The midnight wind blew his hair, and he seemed too cold and rigid as if he hadn't left the shooting state yet.

Su An took a step forward, patted Zhang Anran on the shoulder, and said, "I have a friend who owns a Chinese restaurant here, do you want to have a supper?"

"It's a bit late." Zhang Anran's expression softened a little, but he refused completely. "I still have work tomorrow morning, so I have to go back."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Su An recalled Zhang Anran's state last night, and was really worried.As a friend, he barely understands Zhang Anran, and the longer he plays, the closer he is to losing control.

"Personal disputes, you can't get involved, but thank you for your concern." Zhang Anran glanced at the clock in his hand. The hour hand had passed twelve. He took off the watch and handed it to Su An. alright."

"I don't have any worries about letting you here," Su An said, but took the watch carefully and handed it to the staff, "Then I will go to meet my friends first, and the car behind will send you back ?”

"Okay." Zhang Anran spoke better than usual, perhaps because he had been drinking.

The car slid through the night and moved steadily all the way. Xiao Wang sat beside Zhang Anran, hesitating to speak.

Zhang Anran saw it, but he pretended not to see it, and opened Weibo with his finger. The moment it went online, thousands of fans received a reminder from the APP, and they liked Zhang Anran one after another.

In his Weibo reminder, Aite praised and commented on private messages and new friends, all of which are extremely exaggerated numbers. He has too many fans, and so many people love him like life, so there is nothing wrong with it.

Zhang Anran fiddled with several Weibo fan groups he was in, moved his fingers up and down with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, and clicked into one.

Fans are discussing the drama he is currently broadcasting. Zhang Anran's appearance in the drama is very tender, and the lighting is also excellent. In addition, his acting skills are qualified, giving him a youthful look.A group of fans were sending beautiful pictures, pure and happy.

Zhang Anran clicked on the voice, pressed the button, and hummed softly: "The street lights were so bright that night, and your smile was so close, it was so sweet~"

Let go of your finger and click send, the group message was silent for a moment, then exploded crazily, the message on the screen moved so fast that it was almost invisible, Zhang Anran read the message for a while, put down the phone, and closed his eyes.

He said: "Xiao Wang, you should think about it clearly, are you my person, or are you equal to me?"

Xiao Wang clenched his fingers, took a breath, and replied, "Boss, I need a little time."

Zhang Anran stopped talking, his eyes were clearly closed, but he seemed to be able to see the familiar car coming in from the corner under the bright street lights.

The car window slid down slowly, revealing Qi Ping's gentle and harmless face, black and white hair, and light lips.

He heard him say: "Zhang Anran, I found you."

The car stopped quietly, Zhang Anran opened his eyes, and found that he had not arrived at the hotel, but the car entered a one-way narrow road, and happened to meet a car, neither his own nor the other's car, so they met on a narrow road, who Can't move forward either.

"Back." Zhang Anran said.

"They opened the door." The driver replied.

Zhang Anran was no stranger to the figure of the co-driver getting on and off. Seeing that the other party was about to open the door of the rear seat, he stretched out his hand to support the front seat and said, "Open the door."

"Click-"

The car door was unlocked, Zhang Anran got out of the car, but his feet were a little unsteady, the stamina of the alcohol made him a little dazed, for a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was now or the past.

He saw flush.

Qi Ping also saw him.

Xiao Wang got out of the car and supported his body.

Qi Ping walked in front of Zhang Anran, with a calm expression, and whispered, "Why did you tell him to drink so much wine?"

"If I want to get drunk, I can talk less to you." Zhang Anran pushed Xiao Wang away, took a staggered step forward, but stretched out his arms to hug Qiping's waist, and his head rested on Qiping. on his shoulders, as if he didn't care at all that he had just told the truth.

He didn't care, and Qi Ping didn't seem to care at all, he hugged Zhang Anran back, patted his back gently with his palm, and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"En." Zhang Anran put most of his body weight on Qi Ping's body, but Qi Ping stood still and hugged him tightly.

"I asked the show to be postponed until the evening, so you can rest for a while, okay?"

"it is good."

Qi Ping wanted to say something more, but he heard a very light snoring sound from his ear - Zhang Anran fell asleep, just standing and leaning against his arms.

Qi Ping sighed, kissed his forehead almost softly, and spent some more effort. With the help of his assistant, he moved him as gently as possible to his car and then to his room.

Zhang Anran fell into a deep sleep, and his hands and feet were tense. Qi Ping tried to undress him, but the movement was a little bigger, and Zhang Anran seemed to wake up.

He really couldn't bear to see him sleeping in his clothes, and in the end he had to take the scissors, ruining his clothes, not even his underwear.

He threw the shredded clothes into the grocery basket, fetched warm water and threw a hot towel, knelt and crawled on the bed, helped Zhang Anran wipe his face, hands and body, and even cleaned up the soft things carefully.

The hangover soup was prepared and poured into the thermos cup next to the bed, Qi Ping also stripped himself naked, got into Zhang Anran's arms, and even clamped Zhang Anran's thigh with his legs schemingly.

Qi Ping turned off the light, put his face against Zhang Anran's chest, and soon fell into sleep.