This benefactor is not too cold

The official shooting date is set in three days. Due to the schedule, the heroine Maiina will join the crew a few days later, and the first part to be filmed is the rival scene between the Du family and his son.

Father Du is played by Lin Yuezhong, an old drama veteran. In the industry, Lin Yuezhong and Li Mouyi are good friends, because the two have the same strict requirements for film and television works, and Lin Yuezhong is even called a "drama idiot". His impression is that he is a hard-liner with no smile on his face, and I am afraid that there will be a tough battle to fight in the next month.

After packing up his things, he was about to go to the residence arranged by the crew in Hengdian Film and Television City. Chen Mo stood in front of the door and couldn't help but look around. The time spent in this small nest should be less and less in the future.

The feeling of longing in my heart is nostalgia. Chen Mo has more or less taken on and filmed before, but he has never had this kind of emotion.

"The birds love the old forest, and the fish in the pond think about the old abyss."

He was originally alone, he could be at ease with the situation, but he could be his home everywhere, and now he had a sense of belonging out of thin air, and he didn't know the reason.

Chang Si pushed open the door and came out with snacks and two things in her arms, and waved her hand in front of Chen Mo: "Why are you so stupid?"

From the second Chang Si came into Chen Mo's sight, the melancholy in his heart dissipated without a trace. It came suspiciously and went without warning, but Chen Mo was enlightened and understood the entanglement: his The nostalgia does not just originate from this place, but from the person in front of me. What I nostalgia for is only the days and nights of living in a small space with him.

In fact, wherever there is him, there is a home.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo shared half of the things from Chang Si's hand, and took his free hand.

Chang Si only paused for a while, then he turned his back on the guest and locked hands with Chen Mo.

With joking regret: "When you become popular in the future, I have to pay attention to the paparazzi even when I hug you, and I am always ready to stage a big show."

Chen Mo's tone was serious: "Are you afraid that people will criticize our relationship after it is exposed?"

The tragedy of homosexuals is roughly: we love each other but are not blessed, we cannot kiss each other in the sun, we spend our whole lives as lovers, and in the end, the other half lies in the operating room, but we don’t even have the right to sign. Because it is not recognized.

Chang Si turned her head to look at him: "I'm not afraid of criticism, as long as they're not targeting you."

Chang Si has always carefully concealed her identity, and dared not let others notice the relationship between the two in front of others, because of this.Chen Mo's matter was as Chen Mo hoped, Chang Si chose to let him solve it by himself, but he couldn't see Chen Mo being wronged, especially this kind of grievance came because of himself, and there was nothing he could do.

Chen Mo calmed down, with a firm expression on his face: "I said before, I don't need your special care, as long as you don't retreat, I dare to move forward."

But Chang Si forgot that Chen Mo might not just want to see him like this. He obviously did nothing wrong, but because of his own reasons, he was like a mouse crossing the street, covering up and not daring to show it to others.

After a long time, Chang Si raised the overlapping hands of the two of them and kissed the back of Chen Mo's hand: "I also know."

After coming to the film crew, in order to let Chen Mo and Lin Yuezhong get acquainted as soon as possible, Li Mouyi asked people to arrange the hotel rooms they stayed in very close to each other, and also asked Chen Mo to drop in whenever he had something to do, but he has never been good at these things. If you know how to take the initiative to establish a tacit understanding with strangers, you can only procrastinate.

Although Chen Mo knew for a long time that there was a generation gap between himself and Chang Si, and Chang Si lived like an old man in the [-]s, old-fashioned, but he went downstairs to bring snacks and walked back to his residence, and saw Chang Si and Nian Lin Yuezhong, who was more than half a century old, sat opposite each other, holding a cup each, and when they tasted the tea without any sense of disobedience, strange thoughts still flashed in their hearts.

Probably, perhaps, it is also possible that the generation gap between him and Chang Si was deeper than he thought before.

Seeing Chen Mo come back, Chang Si pointed to the seat next to him: "Sit down."

Chen Mo put the snacks back into the nest, sat down cross-legged like two people, nodded and said hello to Lin Yuezhong: "Mr. Lin."

Lin Yuezhong responded, without showing any interest in sizing up or asking about the relationship between Chen Mo and Chang Si, but just poured a cup of tea for Chen Mo and handed it over.

Chen Mo took it with both hands, and after thanking him, he sat aside and said nothing, listening to the two "old people" talking to each other, having such a great time chatting, that he couldn't answer even if he wanted to.

Lin Yuezhong: "Pu'er colleagues are most similar to raw tea. The raw tea that has just been pressed for three or four months has a strong tea flavor and a strong tea flavor. The taste is also green and astringent. The tea is too strong, like a fledgling boy. Showing his sharpness, his personality is too distinct."

Chang Si interface: "After a year, I will just be able to taste it."

He raised his head and pointed to something: "After seven years, with the appearance of stale flavor, the aroma has accumulated countless possibilities in the years. The original floral fragrance will transform into fruity and honey fragrance, and the original light fragrance will become rich. It is possible, the joy of storing tea lies in the fact that the longer the time, the more unexpected surprises it will bring to people.”

Lin Yuezhong took another sip, closed his eyes and savored carefully, then opened his eyes with surprise: "The aroma is mellow, the taste is mellow and smooth, wonderful, wonderful, your tea has been stored for at least 20 years Bar?"

I often think but laugh without saying a word.

After that, the two chatted from tea to Chinese studies, from Shen Congwen to Liang Sicheng, and finally talked about the cloisonne rescued by Lin Huiyin.

Lin Yuezhong called Chang Si a little friend, and Chang Si called Lin Yuezhong Brother Lin.

Chen Mo added water to the teapot for them from time to time, and when he heard Lin Yuezhong's "nickname" for Chang Si, he thought to himself, he is not a little friend, and we young people are not willing to take him with us.

As the sun set, the two sent Lin Yuezhong away. Chen Mo looked at Chang Si, smacked his tongue and shook his head.

Chang Si thought it was funny and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Chen Mo peeked with one eye closed, sighed and said, "Don't say it, don't say it, it's okay, I still want you."

Chang Si: "..."

Chen Mo asked the doubts entrenched in his heart: "Did you know Mr. Lin before?"

Chang Si: "No."

Chen Mo: "Then you?"

Chang Si: "I heard that Lin Yuezhong likes Pu'er, so I just invited him to drink tea."

Chen Mo already had the answer for what Chang Si was so fond of, and the teasing in his heart was instantly surrounded by expressions, watching him speechless.

Chang Si lowered her head and pressed Chen Mo's forehead: "I know you want to be strong, and I know you mind that we are both men, but I am always in a position of being taken care of. I don't mean to underestimate you, but no matter what form it is If one party has troubles, it is only natural for the other party to come forward to solve them, because being in love itself means being in love with each other, supporting each other, and making a good plan to share joys, sorrows and joys with the other party."

Chen Mo turned his face away and muttered in a low voice: "You are talking about marriage and husband and wife."

Chang Si didn't take it seriously, kissed Chen Mo's eyes, and teased: "Then change the name, hello, my little wife."

Chen Mo slandered what kind of weird title this was. Chang Si's lips were blocked on his lips, and his hands restlessly penetrated from the hem of his clothes, touched Chen Mo's back, and then rubbed down to reach there.

Chen Mo pushed him, but didn't use much force: "Drinking a whole afternoon of tea can't quench your anger?"

Chang Silip moved to Chen Mo's neck, and then sucked the tips of his ears, rubbing together: "I haven't seen you for a few hours, I miss you a little."

Chen Mo couldn't use his hands more and more, so he simply changed his push into a hug, wrapped his arms around Chang Si's waist, and didn't make a sound.

It was cold at night, and the water vapor condensed into fog, forming an ambiguous trace on the window that had not drawn the curtain.