ten year dream

"You don't have to give up." The 15-year-old already spoke like a little old man.

"It is necessary," said the adult brother in the team with a more indifferent face than him, "he likes you."

When I opened my eyes, there was a little sunlight filtering in through the curtains.

Mo Zheng sat up and put his hands on the quilt.

It seems that it has been a long time since I dreamed about the past, and it is inevitable to feel a little sad when I think about it on my birthday.

Long Xuanli always looks like he has no desires, even if he falls in love with Duan Sheng, he is just like an older brother taking care of him.Giving up in the early stages of a relationship might not be that difficult, but it's always guilt-ridden.

Mo Zheng moved his stiff neck, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The big stiff-haired dog lay in front of the bedroom door, and stood up when it heard the sound of walking.Although the people inside the door didn't give her much care, they at least provided her with a warm home.

Mo Zheng opened the door and skipped the hug to wash up, and the big dog crawled back to its den sleepily.

The man in the mirror is no longer as green as a 15-year-old, at least he can't pretend to be tender from the loss of collagen and the more prominent bones.

Mo Zheng stroked the stubble of the prickly hand, smiled and shook his head.

Liang Xingjue called at exactly ten o'clock, this time should have been calculated, and Mo Zheng was not disturbed to rest, after going out, it was almost time for lunch.

"Brother Zheng, are you up?" Liang Xingjue's first question obviously didn't have much depth.

He looks like someone who hasn't woken up at this time?

Mo Zheng raised his eyebrows and replied, "I got up."

"I'm downstairs at your house." Liang Xingjue said with some hesitation.

"Then you go up first." Mo Zheng went to the entrance and pressed the unlock button.

As soon as Liang Xingjue came up, there were large and small packages of duck intestines, tripe, beef balls, cabbage, spinach and bamboo shoot slices.

"You are... you want to open the New Oriental Chef School?" Mo Zheng looked at the dishes that he could eat for almost three days.

Liang Xingjue put down the bag, and said embarrassedly: "I'm going to cook a hot pot."

Mo Zheng looked at him curiously, "Can you cook?"

"It's not complicated," Liang Xingjue said in his mouth, but his flashing eyes revealed his thoughts, "But I bought the hot pot base, there is no problem."

I just lamented this morning to eat such spicy things when my youth passed.But after all, it was the first time for his lover to cook with his own hands, so he couldn't refuse.

"Okay, I'll carry it to the kitchen for you first." Mo Zheng was about to bend down when he was rejected by Liang Xingjue, "Brother Zheng, it's your birthday today, just sit and wait for food."

The corner of Mo Zheng's mouth twitched, did the birthday star automatically cut off his hand?

"Go and sit on the sofa." Liang Xingjue rarely used the imperative sentence.

Mo Zheng had no choice but to sit on the sofa and turn on the TV.

Liang Xingjue was washing and chopping vegetables amidst the loud TV background sound, while Mo Zheng looked over from the open door of the kitchen, only a figure in an apron could be seen from the back.

He doesn't know how to cook, and he inherited it from his mother that no matter what dish he chooses, it will be fried in the same color.

Because she is not good at cooking, her mother seldom cooks. Anyway, the family has a nanny early on, so she is naturally happy to be free.But occasionally the mother also wanted to harm Mo Zheng and his son, and stood in front of the gas stove in the apron she bought with chicken bouillon, rummaging.Mo Zheng was worried that she would accidentally detonate the gas, so he had to look out of the corner of his eyes from time to time.The mother's back is tall and straight, but her movements are extremely clumsy.Naturally, the stir-fried stuff can't be compared with a nanny, but it's quite interesting when I think about it now.

Mo Zheng looked away—could it be that he was really getting old and began to miss the past?

The most time-consuming part of hot pot is the preparation of dishes. Choose the right slices of vegetables and meat, and add oil to the base to start eating.

The two of them gathered around the hot pot and began to heat the meat. Liang Xingjue hesitated for a while before he put the overcooked duck intestines to Mo Zheng, "Brother Zheng, come here."

Mo Zheng watched the duck intestines fall into his bowl hanging in the air, a little dumbfounded.

As soon as Liang Xingjue put down the duck intestines, he quickly took back his chopsticks and began to eat hard.

Mo Zheng tasted the taste, the duck intestines were no longer as tender as the melt in the mouth, but the spiciness was still good.

"Well, it tastes good." Mo Zheng chewed the duck intestines and nodded.

Liang Xingjue grinned uncontrollably, and poured meat into the Mo Zheng bowl continuously.

"Xingjue, eat quickly, too." Mo Zheng blocked Liang Xingjue's chopsticks and picked up a beef ball for him.

Liang Xingjue looked at the dark meatballs in the bowl, and poked them with his chopsticks with a smirk.

People say that they eat without talking and sleeping without talking, but who can stop human beings from their love of communication.

"How is the filming of the TV series going?" Mo Zheng asked.

"It's okay." Liang Xingjue said vaguely.

In fact, it has been a relatively busy time recently, but for Mo Zheng's birthday, he specially asked for a whole day's vacation, which made the director seem a little unhappy.

"Where's Brother Zheng?" Liang Xingjue asked hastily. After all, it's not the same manager, so it's a bit difficult to know the other party's news.

"Xuanli chose a few scripts for me," Mo Zheng stretched his chopsticks into the red oil pot, "but I don't think any of them are good enough."

Liang Xingjue nodded silently. Mo Zheng has now reached the point where he must be a masterpiece, but he is still a small character who has just emerged. The distance in the middle is really frustrating.

"The new script written by Mu Yan, I was specially asked to read it, and the result is that I must not be allowed to participate." Mo Zheng rolled his eyes.

Liang Xingjue smiled, "Is Director Mu okay?"

"Okay." Mo Zheng dragged his tune, "One day can only be so happy."

"Is the new script good?" Liang Xingjue asked after hearing Mo Zheng's tone of regret.

"It's not bad," Mo Zheng said wrongly, "The plot is much more flat than the previous script."

But the detailed description of psychology and the slow-paced plot are a test of acting skills, which made him feel very regretful that he did not receive a role.

Continuing the extension would inevitably imply that he was inquiring about the unreleased script. Liang Xingjue changed the subject and said, "I asked Sister He to give Mr. Ning the new song script some time ago. I don't know if Mr. Ning has read it."

"Look," Mo Zheng clamped his chopsticks, "Mr. Ning said it's pretty good, but there are still things that need to be revised."

Although Liang Xingjue has changed the lyrics to Ning An, his obsession with a certain person is still obvious.

"Why didn't Sister He tell me?" Liang Xingjue was shocked.

"Probably plan to wait until you finish filming," Mo Zheng explained, "After all, if you think about changing the song in your heart, you will be distracted from acting."

Not to mention acting, Liang Xingjue is already distracted now.The only thing he has been proud of since he was a child is singing. Finally, Mr. Ning said "not bad", he just wanted to rush to the company to ask Mr. Ning what he wanted to change and whether he could release it.

"Don't worry," Mo Zheng put a chopstick of cabbage into his bowl, "There is no artist in the company who wants to release a song, as long as Mr. Ning thinks it's okay, your song will come out soon."

"Oh." Liang Xingjue shook his legs uneasily, and suddenly asked as if thinking of something, "What about Sweeties?"

"This..." Mo Zheng twitched his eyebrows, as if it was difficult to say, "Tianyue is feeling a little uncomfortable, and he won't make any movements for the time being."

Liang Xingjue felt as if a mouse had fallen into his heart, and he didn't notice the expression on the face of the person opposite.

Seeing his lover's thoughts, Mo Zheng said lightly: "Today is my birthday."

Only then did Liang Xingjue realize that his butt had left the chair, so he quickly sat down, "Sorry."

"It's okay." Mo Zheng said in a deep voice.

As an apology to Liang Xingjue for scalding Mo Zheng's belly, Mo Zheng curled his mouth to forgive him.

The highlight of the trip to the Bailu Hotel began after two movies-yes, the two of them really stayed at home and watched movies on the computer.

Although Liang Xingjue has a driver's license, but he has no real driving experience, so Mo Zheng does it for him to go to the restaurant, and the sense of surprise is also weakened by half.

Sitting in the reserved private room, Mo Zheng was looking at the menu on the tablet.

Although money was not an issue, Liang Xingjue was still a little nervous on such an occasion.

After Mo Zheng ordered, he handed the tablet to Liang Xingjue who was opposite him, "What do you want to eat?"

Liang Xingjue clicked on the selected menu, looked up at Mo Zheng and said, "Brother Zheng only eats vegetables?"

"It's spicy at noon, so adjust it in the evening." Mo Zheng smiled slightly.

Liang Xingjue looked at the prices of the dishes he had selected, and the corners of his eyes drooped a little.Simple stir-fried shredded potatoes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and stir-fried green beans—it was Mo Zheng's birthday, but this person had to think about him.

"Waiter, what's your signature dish?" Liang Xingjue rolled his eyes, with an air of sacrificing his life for righteousness.

"Sir, you can take a look in the recommendations." The waiter ordered some flat plates, and several expensive dishes immediately popped up from the menu, "Buddha Tiaoqiang and Double Pepper Fish Head are both good, you can try them, sir."

Knowing the prices of these two dishes, Mo Zheng immediately stopped him: "Xingjue, don't want the spicy one."

"Oh." Liang Xingjue responded and ordered several dishes.

Return the tablet to the waiter, and the food will be served soon.

Mo Zheng sighed slightly as he looked at the complicated dishes.

"Brother Zheng, don't you like it?" Liang Xingjue suddenly became nervous.

"No," Mo Zheng curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, "It's just that I like your dishes better."

Liang Xingjue's face flushed suddenly, and he shook the room card in his pocket.

After eating, Mo Zheng wiped his mouth and said, "Let's go back."

Liang Xingjue froze for a moment, stood up and said, "I'll go to pay the bill."

"Just ask the waiter to come over." Mo Zheng couldn't help laughing when he saw that he couldn't find Bei.

Liang Xingjue pressed the bell, and Mo Zheng suddenly said, "Will you come back to my house tonight?"

For a moment, Liang Xingjue thought he was hallucinating, until he noticed Mo Zheng's smile shining like a starry sky, his heart stopped suddenly.

Standing in the elevator, Mo Zheng looked at the time on his phone, "How soon will you be on the set tomorrow?"

"Eight o'clock." Liang Xingjue replied.

Mo Zheng raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

Walking towards the door, Liang Xingjue no longer knew how to move his feet.Mo Zheng opened the door forward, and before the two could go in, the light turned on by itself.

On the ceiling hung with balloon ribbons, there was a crowd full of smiles. Duan Sheng, wearing a small crown on his head, pushed the cake trolley out of the crowd, and put the crown on the slightly pale Mo Zheng's head, smiling like a spring mountain. : "Ah Zheng, happy birthday."

The author has something to say: The holiday is gone gently, just as it came gently, and the work waved gently, knocking me out +_+