to deep

February 2001, 4, Hong Kong.

When Nie Liang woke up, sunlight was streaming in through the French windows of the hotel.At the desk, Shen Qiao turned her head and said, "Morning."

Nie Liang stretched, stepped forward and kissed his lips lightly: "Morning."

He saw with his own eyes how Shen Qiao became like this day by day, from being slender with a youthful air to being slender as a man today.Day after day of silence, besides the charm endowed by his appearance, he has more unbearable profundity, and all of them can be freely rubbed and obtained by his hands tearing off his shirt, and are dominated by him and created by him: "what are you doing?"

"Sorting out the materials for tomorrow's meeting with President Su." Shen Qiao tapped on the keyboard with her slender fingers, and Nie Liang glanced at the data and text across the screen, and sat aside with interest.

The more time passed, the more he realized that there was less and less he could teach Shen Qiao.The him who had nothing four years ago is now able to take charge of himself, but he still habitually treats him as the boy he used to be.This is a good thing, but it's not that good. He tried his best to train Shen Qiao to be a man who stood side by side with him, but he was faintly afraid that such a Shen Qiao would no longer be able to be controlled by him.

"Is there a lot going on next month?" He asked suddenly.

Shen Qiao turned around in astonishment, thought for a while, and said, "Is there any arrangement?"

"I'm going to Cannes next month. If you're short on time, you can accompany me on vacation." Nie Liang said, "It happens to be the time of the film festival. I thought you would be interested."

Shen Qiao remained silent. Nie Liang thought he had voted wrong, but Shen Qiao suddenly laughed: "Well, it's good to go on vacation."

Only then did Nie Liang feel relieved.

There are very few things to pack when going to Cannes, including clothes, cash, and some scattered medicines.Shen Qiao didn't like taking pictures, so Nie Liang didn't bring a camera either.

The most precious thing is the watch on Shen Qiao's wrist, a rose gold Vacheron Constantin.After being together, Shen Qiao has always carried that watch and never changed it. Nie Liang guessed that it might have been given by his sister or brother-in-law, and never asked about it.

They boarded the plane like ordinary tourists, went through customs, and looked for hotels according to the map. Shen Qiao's French is very good, and she went through the check-in procedure smoothly.After taking a shower at night, he leaned against the window and smoked, looking a little depressed.

Nie Liang knew that Shen Qiao didn't drink, but he had an old wound in his trachea, so smoking wasn't very good.He took a magazine from the coffee table in the room and handed it to Shen Qiao: "Have a look?"

It was a movie magazine.Shen Qiao extinguished the cigarette, tried her best to smile, "Okay."

He thought he would come here, but he didn't expect that his identity was not a contestant, but a tourist.The world of light and illusion once belonged to him, but it will never be his in the future.

He flipped through the pages of the magazine, and occasionally saw one or two familiar names and faces, but he didn't have much emotion.It wasn't until I saw a special report on a movie that my eyes suddenly froze.

"Thank God for letting me see Leon"

"Lyon", the most prestigious film in Cannes this year, countless film critics praised this work that gathered countless outstanding new generations in Europe as if they had never seen a movie.And on the director column, there was a name he was very familiar with.

Zhao Wenyan is also in Cannes.Compared with the memory, a more mature and handsome face was printed on the paper, as if it had been a lifetime away.

She came to Cannes to go to the film festival, although Shen Qiao was not very willing in her heart, and she couldn't find a reason to shirk it.

He is just an ordinary tourist, how could he meet Zhao Wenyan just by chance.

After entering the venue, Nie Liang handed Shen Qiao the program brochure for him to choose. Shen Qiao chose a Hungarian movie with a show at [-] pm, and said that he could have an afternoon tea first.Nie Liang was a little curious: "I thought you would watch "Lyon."

It was the hottest movie at Cannes this year, and there seemed to be no reason not to see it.

"Hong Kong will also be screened, so why not watch something you won't see later." Shen Qiao took off her sunglasses and said calmly.

Because it was a trip, he only wore a simple black T-shirt and jeans, and the sunglasses were hung on his chest, making his clavicle as delicate and white as a jade carving.Nie Liang had always been obedient to him and didn't say much.

Shen Qiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, trying her best to calm down the inexplicable panic in her heart.Nie Liang went to buy Socca, a famous local snack, at a small stall on the side. He was waiting there when he suddenly heard cheers not far away.He looked over there and froze in place for a moment.

The sunshine in Cannes in May is very bright, and the Mediterranean sea breeze blows through the palm trees, creating a picturesque scenery.Under the palm tree was a sports car, and a man he was too familiar with was sitting in the passenger seat.

He got out of the car and held the hand of a blond man. The handsome face he had just seen in the newspaper last night had a slight smile on his face, and he kept waving to the people around him.He seems to have been accustomed to cheering and flashing, as if he was born to stand under the camera.

His eyes shifted, as if to look in his direction.That gaze was alienated and indifferent, it was indifference towards strangers, and it was about to fall on him.

Shen Qiao turned around abruptly, almost leaving in a panic.

"Snapped!"

Jacques Destin subconsciously looked at Zhao Wenyan, who suddenly shook off his hand and looked at a certain corner in panic.He followed his gaze, and there was nothing special about it. To put it bluntly, there seemed to be two black-haired Asian men.But now it's a film festival, and it's normal for Asians to come.

The reporters were still surrounding them, and the flashlight reflected on his already fair complexion, which was a little frightening.Jacques frowned slightly, and whispered in his ear: "Andre and the others are still waiting for us."

With his arms around his waist, even if he wanted to go, he was blocked.

Zhao Wenyan finally came to his senses.He met Jacques' eyes again, and his mood seemed to be much lower: "Let's go."

The hotel has huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and a small window next to it is half-closed. The sea breeze at night is mixed with the cold moonlight, falling on the bare skin.Sensing Shen Qiao's trembling, Nie Liang let him go worriedly, turned on the bedside lamp and said, "What's wrong?"

Shen Qiao didn't speak.Nie Liang became even more worried, and stretched out his hand to press Shen Qiao's forehead: "What's wrong? Heatstroke?"

Shen Qiao shook her head: "No."

He grabbed the quilt and wrapped it around himself.

He said to himself in his heart that he is Nie Liang's lover now, and going to bed is something he has long been used to.In my mind, I couldn't help recalling Zhao Wenyan's eyes that Jiang Mo hadn't glanced at, and the hand he was holding with that man.

For the past four years he has been trying to forget him, avoiding all news and news related to the movie.He looked at Nie Liang, feeling flustered, his concerned eyes looked so glaring, as if it showed his deceit -- even a lover should have the responsibility to be honest.

"I'm tired and want to rest." Shen Qiao said quickly, "There's nothing to see at the film festival, so let's go somewhere else for half a month."

Nie Liang was a little disappointed. He decided to come to Cannes because he thought that Shen Qiao liked movies, but his deity was so disrespectful.But he just wanted Shen Qiao to be happy. Since Shen Qiao said so, he didn't refuse again: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

"What's the matter with you today?"

In the hotel room, Jacques Destin looked at Zhao Wenyan by the window and asked.Zhao Wenyan looked at him, his eyes were rarer than before, cold and calm, with more hesitation and reminiscence: "I thought I saw him."

"Hobbs?" Jacques raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Zhao Wenyan nodded, "I wanted to see clearly, but you happened to block me."

Jacques recalled the two Asian men he saw, and his tone was slightly bad: "You read it wrong. I didn't see any Asians there either."

"Maybe." Zhao Wenyan said.After a glimpse, it is entirely possible that I was wrong.

Although he said that, his expression was not at all relaxed. Jacques looked at him, suddenly smiled, and deliberately changed the subject: "No matter what you say, you didn't follow the red carpet etiquette today. I hope we don't make similar mistakes in the future. May I?"

"It's my fault." Zhao Wenyan said flatly, and walked into the bathroom, "Rest early, there are several interviews tomorrow."

Nie Liang came here with the intention of watching the entire film festival, and the return ticket was booked for the second day after the closing ceremony.Walking by the seaside in the morning, passing by the newsstand, Shen Qiao saw that the newspapers were full of brilliant achievements of "Lyon" in Cannes. In contrast, the main creative team was surprisingly young. When those young people stood together to celebrate "Lyon" ", it looks more like a group of models or actors.

He turned his head quickly after his eyes passed, pretending not to care.Nie Liang bought two coconuts, saw the watch on Shen Qiao's wrist, and said, "Take it off first, so as not to get the coconut juice on it."

Shen Qiao nodded.Reach out and start to untie the strap.The newsstand owner was chatting about the awards ceremony with another stall owner. After a long while, the newsstand owner suddenly laughed out loud and patted his friend on the shoulder: "It's not surprising, Fran. The whole of France knows about Destin and Zhao It's a couple -- if they pay a little attention to entertainment."

He is good at French and can understand the accented jokes of the stall owner, not to mention that he is pronouncing the syllable "Zhao" which does not belong to French.Many images quickly scattered in his mind, and finally settled on the hands of Zhao Wenyan and Jacques Destin.

In Berlin four years ago, he had detected Durstein's unusual affection.It's been four years, they've been together, nothing could be more normal.

What broke his daze was the sound of bumping under his feet and Nie Liang's scream.He subconsciously lowered his head and saw Nie Liang was squatting down, as if trying to catch something.

Under their feet, Shen Qiao's precious rose gold watch, which she hadn't left her hand for four years, fell on the rocks by the sea, the glass screen popped out, and the hands got stuck in the gap.