A famous mouth [entertainment circle]

Miao Qianxiu didn't answer either, but just looked at Shan Yang quietly, as if he couldn't understand human words at all.Shan Yang had no choice but to make up his own mind, took out a clean bedding from the bed cabinet, and spread out a comfortable nest on the wooden floor. "Okay, it shouldn't be cold like this. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable." Shan Yang stood aside, and waited until Miao Qianxiu slowly crawled into the bed before he felt relieved, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

Shan Yang was worried about something, he thought he would not sleep well, but he fell asleep as soon as he hit the pillow, until midnight, when it started raining outside the window, a rustling noise woke him up.Shan Yang felt that the mattress beside him was sinking, and the sound of unfamiliar breathing was approaching. His head, still from chaos, suddenly woke up, and he quickly reached out to turn on the desk lamp, and turned to look.Miao Qianxiu stared at him blankly, his eyes widened, as if he was frightened, and he didn't know what he was holding in his arms.Shan Yang realized that his half-asleep and half-awake expression must be horrifying, so he sat up quickly, wiped his face with his palm, calmed down completely, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Can't sleep?" His words were slurred and labored to sound.

"Well, I can't sleep." Miao Qianxiu sounded very awake, as if he hadn't slept all the time.

Shan Yang thought he was choosing a seat, and was about to comfort him when Miao Qianxiu climbed onto the bed nimbly and sat beside him.The two were very close, and their warm sleeping arms rubbed against each other. Shan Yang woke up completely and sat up straight.Miao Qianxiu took out something from his bosom and handed it to Shan Yang.It is a stack of books.Shan Yang took it suspiciously, took out one of the books, and identified it by the light of the desk lamp, his expression twisted. After 2 minutes, Shan Yang raised his head, "What is this?" He heard himself asking.

"story book."

Shan Yang swallowed his saliva. "so what?"

"I can't sleep." Miao Qianxiu suddenly sighed, which sounded really heartbreaking. "Tell me a story."

Shan Yang stared at him, then glanced at the title of the book, and opened his mouth in disbelief.But the other party had already got into his bed, only showing his head, looking at him with bright eyes, full of expectation. "I..." Can't say the refusal, Shan Yang nodded dumbly, opened the book with complicated thoughts, took a deep breath, made enough mental preparations, and began to read with emotion.

"Mother Pig and the three little pigs live in the pigsty. One day, the mother pig said to the three little pigs, when you grow up, you should move out and build your own house..."

The story is not long. After 10 minutes, the big bad wolf rolled back into the big forest, and the three little pigs lived happily ever after.Shan Yang closed the book and glanced at Miao Qianxiu again.The other party still stared wide-eyed, looking at him energetically, "I haven't fallen asleep yet." Miao Qianxiu said, curling his lips.

Shan Yang looked at him and was silent for a moment, then picked up another book and read it. "Once upon a time, there was a merchant's wife who was seriously ill. Before she died, she called her only daughter to her bed..."

Shan Yang's voice is actually pretty good, with pure sound quality, mellow timbre, and well-closed, the only problem is that it has no characteristics-it sounds good, but few people can remember it.Just like Shan Yang himself.He was tall and sunny, with clear facial features and a particularly good-looking smile, but it was not easy to be remembered, like a hard fruit candy mixed in a pile of brightly colored candies.He's good, but people aren't very good at picking one candy from a bunch.What can be remembered is often the brightly packaged chocolates, or the weirdly shaped cotton candy.This is Shan Yang's fatal injury. After all, he really wants to be a well-known host, and a host standing on stage, especially a variety show host, is an entertainer and a stage performer. He must let the audience remember him.The memory of the audience is the life of the entertainer.

After Shan Yang finished reading this familiar story, he took a look at Miao Qianxiu.He tilted his head, put his palms under his chin, and listened very carefully, Shan Yang could hardly bear to interrupt this time.Although the hour hand has moved towards two o'clock in the morning, and he still has an early shift tomorrow.The air was a bit cold, so Shan Yang reached out and turned on the air conditioner.

In a comfortable silence, Miao Qianxiu suddenly said, "It really is you."

Shan Yang's hands shook involuntarily, "What?" Miao Qianxiu looked at him quietly, his eyes sparkling.Shan Yang exhaled, feeling a little uncertain. "Have you heard my voice?" he asked, with some inexplicable expectations.

"En." Miao Qianxiu simply replied, changing his position and lying on his stomach, "Continue, the book you took is my favorite."

Shan Yang stared at him in disbelief, unable to imagine that the other party would stop there.He really wanted to ask a few more questions, but he was sensitively aware of Miao Qianxiu's legs shaking slightly under the quilt.This feeling is hard to describe, like someone scratching your heart, very light and itchy.Shan Yang's hair stood on end, his limbs were tense and relaxed, and finally he stopped his curiosity and continued to the next story.

"If a man falls in love with a single flower among a million stars, that is enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He can say to himself: 'My flower The flower is on one of the stars...'"①

Shan Yang turned his head away, looked at Miao Qianxiu's lush hair, and subconsciously slowed down his breathing.The cold wind mixed with large raindrops beat on the glass windows.Listening to those small sounds, Shan Yang imagined the coldness of the raindrops, one falling in the crack of the window eaves, and one falling on the broad leaves of the pothos.The temperature of the air conditioner came up, and the room was extremely warm, and the heat enveloped them like a cloud.

And Miao Qianxiu was lying beside him, falling asleep.

Shan Yang realized that he could stop.On this quiet rainy night, guarding a weird stranger, he felt very at ease, and suddenly felt sleepy.Still holding the hardcover version of "The Little Prince" in his hand, he closed his eyes and sank into the ocean of dreams.

In the dream, a rose blossomed.

When I woke up the next morning, the alarm clock hadn't rung.Shan Yang habitually stretched his legs under the blanket, and bumped into another body that was sleeping soundly.He opened his eyes, and Miao Qianxiu was lying on his side beside him, staring at him intently, looking very awake.Shan Yang looked back at him blankly, cleared his throat, and asked, "Did you not sleep?"

Miao Qianxiu still looked into his eyes firmly and remained silent.Just when Shan Yang thought he would not answer, Miao Qianxiu said, "I can't sleep."

Insomnia?He obviously fell asleep last night.Shan Yang thought about his words, but couldn't help staring into his eyes.Miao Qianxiu's eyes were very clear.The city has just woken up, the morning sun melted into his eyes through the mist, through the dew, through the glass windows, so gentle.Shan Yang was so immersed in it that he completely forgot where he was.

So all their praises were nothing but prophecy②

If love at first sight really exists in this world, then they must all be face control.

Shan Yang drew conclusions so irresponsibly, turned over, and spread out softly on the bed, his thoughts were light, but it was very comfortable, so comfortable that people didn't want to wake up.You don’t need to wake up at this time, and you won’t feel embarrassed if you don’t wake up—two big men who have only known each other for a day wake up in the same double bed, although it is not shocking, but it is weird enough—you can use the comfortable moment Feeling sustained.He let his mind go blank, and all the flashing thoughts disappeared like leaves blowing by the wind.Suddenly, he caught a ray of light in it. "I have an idea, can you help me?" Shan Yang thought he was just thinking in his head, but blurted out unconsciously.

Miao Qianxiu hummed to show that he was listening.

Shan Yang organized his thoughts in his mind.He needs a fast-cut demo, but blindly maintaining a fast pace can easily make the judges feel fatigued and burnout.If a soothing interlude is inserted in it, it will not only enrich the rhythm of the whole Demo, but also show off the delicate and gentle characteristics of his voice.He had been thinking about how this interlude should be presented before, and now, this idea finally took shape. "I'm on a show and need my video clip. I'd like to include this segment from last night, if you don't mind."

"last night?"

"Of course it doesn't refer to last night, but we can record a scene similar to last night again. I won't let you appear in front of the camera, and the video will not be used for commercial use, can it?"

Miao Qianxiu had nothing to do, and suddenly changed the subject, "What shall we have for breakfast?"

Only then did Shan Yang realize that the two of them were still lying side by side in disheveled clothes.The thought made him blush, so he got up stiffly and prepared breakfast.After eating, Shan Yang handed over the spare key to Miao Qianxiu.Miao Qianxiu's black card is still in Shanyang's cabinet, and his ID card is also lying in Shanyang's wallet. Shanyang thinks there is no reason to convince him that handing over the key is not a good idea.Miao Qianxiu took the key and put it in his pocket without much interest.Shan Yang doubted that he would forget the key in his pocket forever, so he put on his shoes, turned around and said goodbye to Miao Qianxiu.This feeling is really strange, there is someone in the family who needs to say goodbye, Shan Yang thought so, and embarked on the journey to work with a more brisk mood than usual.

After drinking the first cup of coffee of the day in the tea room, Shan Yang posted on Weibo and compiled the strange things of the past two days into a status, but repeated revisions several times, but was still not satisfied.He has always had the habit of updating Weibo, and he doesn't have many fans, so he only uses it as a diary to record his life.But the experience of these two days is too unimaginable for ordinary people, even if it is written out from the beginning to the end, it is too weird.Shan Yang sighed, deleted all the edited content, pondered for a moment, and re-typed a line: Today, a cat came to the house.It may be lost, or it may like me.

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① "The Little Prince"

② Shakespeare, To His Love