best acting

When Gu Zeyan returned to the living room, the kid was still sitting on the ground in a daze, with his legs curled up. If it wasn't for the occasional flapping of his long eyelashes, he would almost have thought it was a sculpture with a white face that had bled and petrified.

The piece of porcelain was squeezed too tightly in Yuechen's hand, and a scar was cut on his finger. He seemed unconscious, and the tighter he squeezed, the shallow wound became deeper, almost cutting into half of his finger pulp width.

When people are overloaded, they will be stretched into the tightest strings, and once they are relaxed, they will be the most vulnerable, and they will be broken at the touch of a touch.Yuechen knew that he couldn't relax now, he should tighten up more firmly, he usually didn't have the confidence to face this person, not to mention the current self, who was riddled with holes.

But he was so tired, so tired, maybe he should have stabbed him down just now, and died with that beast, so that he wouldn't have to face this person face to face, tasting a more embarrassing destruction than death.

The reason I fight like this is to prevent people from trampling on my dignity. The dignity I can defend with my life cannot withstand your casual encounter.

Gu Zeyan, you are really my nemesis.

The person who came back squatted down in front of him, the warm finger touched the cold finger, the temperature was lower than the fragment, and there was some water, cold and cold wet, like dark blue algae in the deep sea.

The finger and the fragment can't be separated at all, as if the sculpture was poured into it before it was petrified, and if you try to separate it, you might break your finger. Gu Zeyan dug for a while, but he couldn't get out the fragment.He withdrew his hand and looked directly into the kid's wary eyes. "I'm not that wretched, I don't bully the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled."

"..." This kind of consolation really makes the tight strings loose a little, and the weak and crippled sculpture is a little at a loss.

"Are you afraid that he will find you again?"

"I'm not afraid." The sculpture was dumbfounded, and finally spoke, the tone was as stiff as the posture.

"Are you not afraid?" Gu Zeyan lifted the sculpture's chin with one hand, turned it slightly left and right, and looked at it carefully. "Pupis dilated."

Move your hand up, fix the upper and lower positions of the two lips with your index finger and thumb respectively, and when you open it slightly, the sculpture will obediently reveal the teeth inside, spread your two fingers further apart, and successfully aimed at the half-exposed tip of the tongue. "Dry mouth."

The palm of the hand is away from the cheek, squeezed into a fist shape, and the lower joints of the other four fingers except the thumb are lightly pressed against the chest cavity, like fist-to-fist encouragement with teammates when playing basketball. "My heart is beating fast."

After listening quietly for a while, Gu Zeyan resentfully put down his hand under the more confused gaze of the other party. "Well, neither."

"Then why can't you come back to your senses?" What responded to him was still an empty expression, and he didn't know what was wrong with him, his low IQ and stupidity made Gu Zeyan feel a little headache, so he could only use his trump card.

The body squatted a little tired, and naturally put one knee on the ground, and the other still kept squatting up, so it looked like he was half-kneeling in front of Yuechen, with his body leaning forward and his fingers inserted Jin Jin's short dark hair, the only one without petrochemical agglomeration, pressed the back of his head, and naturally and softly swept forward, and the two young faces were instantly pressed together.

The tip of the nose has been slightly touched, and then slightly staggered, like two isosceles triangles whose bottom corners overlap.As long as it is half an inch closer, the four lips will stick together.

Just another half inch.

Gu Zeyan calmly maintained this extremely small distance.Only by the opening and closing of the teeth, the lips are slightly opened, the movement is almost invisible, the low voice is seductive, frivolous and gentle, it is almost an intimate raving between lovers.

"Stone beauty, can you melt it?"

If this is the climax confession scene of a romance film, he is the well-deserved number one actor.The bloodstains on the floor are gorgeous blooming flowers under the light of dusk. Surrounded by the flowers, it is the undulating softness of the shimmering light. It is the love between two people reborn after the catastrophe at the end of the day.

Between the nostrils and the exchange of breaths, the congealed blood on Yuechen's chin turned dark red that had already been cold, and the smell was faintly fishy.The redness in the whiteness is like a corner of a cherry exposed in the deep snow. Gu Zeyan's mind flickered slightly, and the next second he settled down, his eyes became more gentle, and his open phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, waiting for Yuechen's reaction intently.

How can a qualified actor spare himself.

The handsome eyebrows, the deep ambiguity, are close at hand.Yuechen's hands and feet were still numb, but his heart went from a slow heaving to a violent beating in an instant. It was the excessive bending of Ping Luan towards the sky at ninety degrees, bang, bang, bang, almost jumping out of his chest.

Shaking the sky and the earth, like a drum beating like a beating, it reproduced the fastest frequency reached on the basketball court one day in high school.

At that time there was thunderous applause, at that time flowers were blooming, at that time, the team won the finals championship, he wiped off the sweat on his face, and among the thousands of happy faces, he saw that white and small face, and sweetly greeted him. Sweet smile.Then the world in his eyes sparkled.

Even the first love that died early, the first sight at the time was a real, heart-pounding moment.

But!This person can't be the second one——

The godless eyes finally reacted, not the expected embarrassment, but—unbelievable shock.

Gu Zeyan frowned in surprise. Did it have the opposite effect? ​​Although the kid moved, he held the fragments in his hand even tighter.

"Are you going to mutilate your hand?" A little defeated, let go of the hand inserted into the soft short hair, and grabbed the palm that continued to penetrate into the self-mutilation.He figured it out. Every time he acted in front of this kid, he ended up not being normal. The first time he was directly treated as a pervert, and the second time they fought, this time the statue didn't melt, but cracked directly.

"I can't move..." The confused expression turned into a shattered Honkai, a split statue, and the two halves that were split continued to be unable to move.

Gu Zeyan's expression changed. "Are you unconscious?"

"..."

The big dry hand covered the palm of the statue, rubbing the back of the hand, carefully avoiding the newly healed frostbite wound, pinching the fingertips, repeatedly pressing back and forth until the temperature became equal to the two, and the statue warmed up. The body has consciousness.

Gu Zeyan's expression turned even worse. "Where are your feet?"

The statue stared at the right foot belatedly, blinked, and seemed to feel nothing, as if it was broken.

Then there was a whirlwind, and Gu Zeyan held Yuechen on his shoulders.Hands were spared to fix his waist to prevent it from slipping down, like the kind of big bag thrown over the shoulder, but it was well avoided touching his injured foot, took the key, and went straight out.

Yuechen was hanging upside down on Gu Zeyan, and as soon as he went out, he saw Zhang Ronghui who was paralyzed in the corner of the wall from a tricky angle, with his eyes closed, the blood on his face dried up, and his posture as stiff as a corpse.

"Is he dead?"

"almost."

Yuechen squinted his eyes and looked carefully. There was really no wound. Gu Zeyan really killed people without blood. At this moment, he was shocked. If he was investigated, wouldn't he be the first murderer?Reluctantly wanting to take a few more glances, the person has already been carried into the elevator and lost the opportunity.

"It's only been a few hours and you're coming back?" The doctor in charge of Yuechen's foot injury finished his examination, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, reflected, and was very dissatisfied with the disobedient young patient in front of him.

Yuechen bowed his head obediently to be scolded, and said to himself, Zhang Ronghui, I am the best ancestor.

"The time for removing the bandages will be extended for another week. Is it that young people can't help it? They don't want to be disabled, so don't do strenuous exercise in the next period of time." The doctor stared at Yue Chen's bitten corner of his mouth with a look of hatred.

"Hmm?" Sihua struggled to push out the door in a wheelchair, adding one more number of cuteness today.

There was a chuckle beside him, Yuechen turned his head unexpectedly, it was the palette that he saw on the lawn of the hospital that day, and in just a few days, the high-profile rainbow hair was dyed a bright wine red.He changed into a loose hospital gown, a bright green vest, narrow cut, and many places covered with sparkling diamonds, the kind that was so fashionable that he could directly go to the catwalk in Milan Fashion Week, which was incompatible with the clean environment of the hospital.

"It's you!" Clenching his fists, he was about to stand up from the wheelchair and rush over, but the other party smiled knowingly, and bent down faster than him, with his arms resting on the sides of the wheelchair, from top to bottom Next, fix the person on the wheelchair, this person is too close, Yue Chen's fist has no angle to exert force, and he can only stare fiercely.

When Gu Zeyan came back from buying a bottle of water, what he saw was a man who was no longer familiar supporting Yuechen's wheelchair, bent down, a few strands of flamboyant red hair hanging down his smooth forehead, his lips moved, and said something close to the other's ear After speaking, he let go of his hands and stood up straight, his lips curled up in a naughty manner.

The kid who was either glaring at himself or in a daze, opened his eyes slightly in astonishment, and then his face turned suspiciously pale, and there was panic in the pale.

Mineral water was thrown into Yuechen's arms with a bang, Gu Zeyan raised his eyebrows. "gone?"

"..." He lowered his head and was speechless. Hearing the man's explanation of the violent exercise, Yuechen felt that Gu Zeyan's face suddenly seemed hard to look directly at.

Gu Zeyan only regarded his silence as shyness after being molested, but when he thought that he had the same drama but it just had the opposite effect, his face suddenly became a little uncomfortable, and he pushed the wheelchair away, but the wine-red youth stretched out his hand and stopped him.

"Do you want to participate in the audition?" asked inexplicably, as if the two had known each other for a long time.

"I will consider it." An even more inexplicable answer, as if he knew that the other party would ask this question.

"Participate. There is nothing too much to win against you."

There is a momentary freeze in the quiet corridor.Gu Zeyan's response was neither humble nor overbearing, without emotion. "He Zhuoyu, if winning me can satisfy your vanity, I don't mind fulfilling you."

The sound of the wheels of the wheelchair sounded again, and the slender figure said lightly.

"The premise is that you have the ability."

"Stop." A few meters away, Yue Chen suddenly spoke.

The hand pushing the wheelchair stopped as he said, and stopped.

He turned his head happily, and in his hand was the half-opened mineral water. He didn't take a sip, and just flew over like an Olympic throwing javelin.

Fast, ruthless, accurate, the transparent water waterfall is like a goddess scattering flowers, no matter how flexible the palette is, it will be completely splashed.

Yuechen is in a good mood. "Let's go."

Fuck, he has often been provoked successfully recently, and if he doesn't fight back, he can just break off his famous and powerful sign and stuff it in his mouth and eat it.

Gu Zeyan looked at the burgundy young man who was soaked in water, and smiled too. In a sense, he was in a better mood than Yuechen.

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, the young man who was splashed with water had a stern expression, restraining his usual ruffian aura, and his eyes were rebellious to the bone.

"Gu Zeyan, you will always be my defeat, always will be."

With proud steps, he stepped on the empty mineral water bottle like a crush, and the latter collapsed on the ground, and the round shape suddenly became shriveled and shriveled.