Idol and I are the hottest in the whole network [Entertainment]

The place where Yan Si was filming was a small, underdeveloped county town. Apart from a few limited restaurants, there was really nothing to eat outside.

It snowed again in the middle of the afternoon, and now the snow stopped, and it was piled up on the ground, making it even colder.

Xie Zhi, a child from the south, has never been to such a cold place. He just went out for less than 10 minutes, and his toes were numb from the cold.

Yan Si took off his gloves to him and asked Xie Zhi to put them on.

A small shop on the street was lit.

Yan Si looked over, the first one was barbecue.

Yan Si: "Do you want to eat barbecue?"

When Xie Zhi heard the word "barbecue", his stomach shrank faintly, as if he twitched again, but he still nodded: "Eat."

Yan Si stared at Xie Zhi, frowned, and said harshly, "What to eat."

Xie Zhi looked at Yan Si.

Yan Si: "I said you are fat and you are still panting - I just had a stomachache yesterday, and I ate greasy barbecue today, so my stomach is gone, right?"

Xie Zhi: "...It's not what you said..."

The wicked report first!

Yan Si knew the meaning of Xie Zhi's eyes, so he let him look very frankly: "I'm going to test you to see if the class monitor is a greedy cat."

While talking, Yan Si had already found the store he wanted, and stretched out his hand, Yan Si held Xie Zhi's wrist with his left hand, opened the wooden door of the restaurant with his right hand, and led Xie Zhi in.

The warm wind blows towards his face, and Xie Zhi is no longer cold in an instant.

"Star Yan is here." The proprietress put on an apron and cordially welcomed her out, "Welcome, welcome, as always, cook hot pot, right?"

"I don't eat hot pot." Yan Si took the scarf that Xie Zhi took down, and hung it on the wooden shelf at the door, "Drink porridge today."

The proprietress was going to order the hot pot to pause, then turned around and gave Yan Si a suspicious look.

The proprietress: "I don't know how to make porridge hot pot."

Yan Si took his coat: "Don't want porridge hot pot, just drink porridge."

The proprietress: "...?"

This is really weird, Yan Si usually has no meat, and his own porridge shop can attract Yan Si, and it all depends on a winter-limited mutton hot pot.

And today, Yan Daxing only eats porridge?

Yan Si finished taking off his coat, seeing the proprietress still fixed in front of him, he could only point to Xie Zhi, and explained: "It's not that I want to drink porridge, but a kid came to play, and he has a bad stomach."

Xie Zhi was taking off his clothes and hat just now, when he came out from the darkness, the proprietress saw her clearly.

"Ah!" The proprietress covered her mouth and yelled softly, "It's the monitor!!!"

Yan Si: "...do you know each other?"

The proprietress: "I watched your variety show! My God! It's the monitor, are you the real monitor?"

Xie Zhi was very embarrassed, and nodded: "I am..."

The proprietress: "Then why did you come here?!"

Xie Zhi: "..."

Xie Zhi looked up at Yan Si, Yan Si received his distress signal, smiled, pulled Xie Zhi over calmly, and patted his stomach.

Yan Si: "Miss Boss, can you get excited later, I've been filming all day, and I'm really starving to death."

The proprietress took a look at Yan Si, and finally realized the serious matter that Yan Daxing didn't eat.

The proprietress nodded seriously, stretched out her hand, and pulled Xie Zhi to her side.

Yan Daxing, who was ignored: "...?"

The proprietress hugged Xie Zhi and walked forward, pulled him to stop in front of the menu pasted high on the wall, and stretched out her hand in a pointing tone: "Squad leader, be good, see if there is anything you want to eat, order it! This meal please!"

In the end, Xie Zhi only ordered two servings of porridge for the two of them, and then asked Yan Si to add more.

There are very few customers in the store, they are all regular customers of the middle-aged uncle type, no one is watching Yan Si Xie Zhi, the two of them did not sit in the private room, but just sat in the corner.

The proprietress brought up the two sets of hot bowls and chopsticks, put them in front of the two of them, and then went down again.

Yan Si looked at Xie Zhi across the table, and found that after the Spring Festival, Xie Zhi not only didn't gain weight, but seemed to have lost weight again.

Yan Si frowned, and asked: "I haven't had time to interrogate you—why haven't I seen you for a few days, and I have stomach pain?"

Yan Si: "Is it the first time I found out or did it happen before? Is it serious? Let Brother Shi accompany you to the hospital tomorrow?"

"No, no, it's not serious." Xie Zhi didn't want to go to the hospital, he waved his hand, "It's not a big problem, it's just that day... I ate spicy food."

Yan Si took a sip of tea, confused: "Why is it so spicy?"

In my impression, Xie Zhi doesn't pay much attention to taste.

Xie Zhi: "...No reason, I just eat spicy food."

Xie Zhi didn't want to say anything about what happened that day would be too suspicious.

But Yan Si keenly caught the part that Xie Zhi was planning to hide in this sentence.

Yan Si stretched out a finger, shook it, and said, "Three."

Xie Zhi: "What three?"

Yan Si: "There can only be three secrets between us, are you sure you want to use the secret here?"

Xie Zhi: "..."

How is it possible to waste three important secrets on this?

Xie Zhi looked at Yan Si's serious eyes, he didn't want to tell him what happened that day, but he didn't want to disappoint Yan Si's trust.

Xie Zhi thought for a while, and finally said, "It's nothing serious."

Yan Si: "You can also talk about small things."

Xie Zhi: "The store outside the school was closed that day, so I couldn't find a place to eat."

Yan Si: "Then?"

Xie Zhi: "Later, I came across a noodle shop that was open, and they had to get off work, so they rushed to make it for me."

Yan Si looked at Xie Zhi, but didn't speak.

Xie Zhi: "I... I'm too embarrassed to choose again."

Xie Zhi didn't use any "lyrical" or "metaphorical" techniques, but Yan Si tasted a kind of loneliness from this usually unpretentious line drawing.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Xie Zhi was alone outside the school. He couldn't find a place to eat. When someone gave him a bowl of chili, he didn't dare to say anything, so he ate it by himself.

For the first time, Yan Si hated Xie Zhi's parents whom he had only met once.

Yan Si took a sip of tea, hummed, and finally said: "Then you can choose today."

Yan Si said: "If the lady boss does not cook well, we will never come here in the future."

"Who do you say can't cook delicious food!" A crisp voice sounded from the top of Yan Si's head.

The proprietress held two trays, raised her eyebrows, and glared at Yan Si.

Yan Si was frank and frank, allowing the proprietress to stare at her.

The proprietress: "Some people don't know how to appreciate, and I don't give him food, let him starve to death, he deserves it."

The proprietress put down the tray, and only brought the contents in front of Xie Zhi.

First, there are two bowls of porridge, and then, two plates of dumplings.

"Squad leader, don't listen to him, what level of appreciation does he have, a savage who only eats hot pot." The proprietress said, "This porridge is made from fish caught in the frozen lake, and it tastes very different. "

Xie Zhi: "It must be delicious."

"That's right." The proprietress raised her eyebrows and said, "And this, mutton dumplings, are also our own sheep."

After the proprietress finished her introduction, she glared at Yan Daxing again, and left in a erratic manner again.

Xie Zhi smiled and shared his porridge and dumplings with Yan Si, and then took a sip - it was really delicious, I don't know how to deal with the fish porridge, it has the umami taste of fish, but it doesn't have the smell of fish.

Although the mutton dumplings only have a little spice, they have no smell at all, and they are all the unique aroma of mutton.

Xie Zhiqing was hungry for two or three meals of porridge and side dishes, and ate four dumplings in a row, and then the plate was dragged away by Yan Si.

Yan Si: "I can't eat any more, drink an extra bowl of porridge to nourish my stomach."

Xie Zhi: "Okay."

Yan Si: "Begin to be picky about the taste, is this okay?"

Xie Zhi: "Yes, especially."

Yan Si: "That's good."

After finishing Xie Zhi and his own dumplings, the two went to the door. Xie Zhi took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code at the door.

Xie Zhi was lowering his head to stack up the receipts for their table, when the proprietress rushed over with a "huh", pulled the receipts, and tore them up.

"What are you doing?" The proprietress asked coldly, "You look down on me, don't you? You told me to invite you."

Xie Zhi: "...But."

The proprietress: "But what is it?"

Xie Zhi: "Someone also told me that if we have money, we can't eat for nothing."

A long time ago, Yan Si said it when he was buying grilled sausages on the mountain.

Yan Si's spirit shook, he nodded and said: "There are people there too, that is to say."

The proprietress: "..." There are such people in the world.

The proprietress: "But..."

Xie Zhi: "It's the first meal I've seen Yan Si, I want to treat him to dinner..."

Boss lady: "..."

Forget it, what else can I say, no matter what the reason is, it’s enough—the squad leader invites Yan Si to eat, it’s fine, it’s fine.

The proprietress could only let Xie Zhi pay the money, and then Yan Si also took out his mobile phone.

I ordered 51 servings of the two things I ate just now, and [-] servings were packaged and sent to the set to share my fast-falling meeting with my "friends".

Yan Si carried another copy, and the two walked out the door, Yan Si flinched with his neck bare.

"Is it cold?" Xie Zhi looked up at Yan Si.

Yan Si: "Not cold."

"It's cold." Xie Zhi frowned, "Lower your head."

Yan Si thought for a while, lowered his head, and then, a warm long scarf was gently wrapped around his neck, and circled around his neck.

Xie Zhi straightened up, pulled up his zipper, and buttoned his hat.

"That's all right." Xie Zhi smiled and looked at Yan Si, wearing a hat and acting like a beautiful doll.

Yan Si suppressed the fluctuation in his heart, lowered his head and smiled, and finally freed up a hand to pat the top of Xie Zhi's head.

"Let's go." Yan Si said, "Go back to the hotel."

Xie Zhi: "Okay."

The flurry of light snow began to fall again at this time, and the orange Deng Guang lengthened the figure, illuminating the two strings of footprints on the snow.

When the two returned to the hotel, it was already snowing heavily, Yan Si and Xie Zhi wiped off the snow with the towels provided by the hotel at the door before going to the elevator.

Yan Si pressed the seventh floor.

"Aren't we on the twelfth floor?" Xie Zhi asked.

Yan Si shook the dumpling he was carrying: "It's for Ji Zeyang."

Xie Zhi: "Oh."

The two were downstairs on the seventh floor. When they reached the door of room 707, Xie Zhi knocked on the door. After a while, Ji Zeyang's voice came from the room.

"Here we come." Ji Zeyang said.

Footsteps sounded in the room, and a moment later, the door opened. Ji Zeyang was wearing pajamas, holding an ipad pro, and an apple pen between his ears. When he saw Xie Zhi, he was taken aback.

Ji Zeyang: "...Xiao Xie?"

Xie Zhi: "Hello, Brother Ji Zeyang."

"You... hello." Ji Zeyang, "Why are you...cough, why are you here?"

Yan Si: "I hired it—didn't I report it to you when I asked for a tutor before the festival?"

Yan Si said to ask for a tutor when he was discussing the contract with Ji Zeyang, and he did report that he would invite Xie Zhi to play on the set.

but--

Today is only the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, doesn't Xie Zhi need to accompany his family? ? ?

Ji Zeyang was keenly aware that there might be some sad stories in it, so he asked out of nowhere.

Ji Zeyang thought for a while, and said tactfully: "You are welcome - but, where do you live?"

"Isn't this nonsense?" Yan Si handed the dumpling over, "Where else can I live besides my room?"

Ji Zeyang finally understood.

What kind of sympathetic Ji Zeyang came to deliver a love dinner, someone came to report to you, is this Yan Si's idea? ? ?

Yan Si just wanted to show his affection!Show me that I have a monitor and you don't!

Ji Zeyang endured the humiliation and ate the delicious food Yan Si gave him. When he took the last bite of the dumplings, his Wechat lighted up, and he received a thank you message from Lin Jiu.

Lin Jiu: [Thank you Xiao Yan for the supper, but the set meal of love is a bit numbing. 】

Ji Zeyang: "..."

In his humble opinion, the so-called "Love Set Meal" probably refers to the set meal he and Xie Zhi had just eaten, rather than the love for the director.

Knowing too much about artists is really a problem! ! ! !

Ji Zeyang threw away the takeaway box, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became - two young people, young people from the "Love Package" live together, what else can they do? ? ?What else can I do? ? ?

But Yan Si goes to the show at five o'clock every morning, can he stand up to such a toss?

Ji Zeyang was restless, and finally rushed downstairs to get a new room card, then rushed upstairs again, and went directly to the 12th floor to find Yan Si.

Ji Zeyang knocked on the door, it was Xie Zhi who opened it for him, Yan Si was taking a bath, the water was rushing.

The standard room is no different from before. It is still a bed full of luggage and a bed for sleeping.

It is self-evident that the bed used to sleep tonight will bear the weight of several people.

Ji Zeyang took a deep breath and patted Xie Zhi on the shoulder: "Come on, Xiao Zhi, can we go out and have a chat alone?"

For no reason, Xie Zhi was dragged to the corridor by Ji Zeyang, the door was not closed tightly, and he looked at Ji Zeyang.

Xie Zhi: "Brother Zeyang, what do you want to tell me?"

Ji Zeyang raised his eyes, and looked at Xie Zhi with a complicated expression—under the dim light of the hotel, Xie Zhi had a headlight above his head, casting a shadow, but he still had red lips, white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows.

This appearance, not to mention that Yan Si couldn't control it, wanted to sing every night, since then the king didn't go to court early, even him--fortunately, he is a straight man.

"Thank you." Ji Zeyang took out a cigarette and pinched it in his hand, without lighting it, he spoke earnestly.

Xie Zhi looked at Ji Zeyang seriously.

Ji Zeyang suddenly got stuck.

"You know, bastard?" Ji Zeyang asked.

"I know." Xie Zhi became nervous instantly, "Did Yan Si have an illegitimate child?"

Ji Zeyang: "...That's not true."

Ji Zeyang originally wanted to say that the illegitimate child was on standby in the hotel, and the news spread that the two of them shared a room, which would have a very bad impact—but Yan Si, as the third young master of the Yan family, had security on standby at any time, let alone the illegitimate child, and the actors in the same crew had already They were checked out.

"That's good." Xie Zhi felt relieved, "Then...Brother Zeyang?"

Ji Zeyang: "Sometimes, hey, what should I say, food and sex are human nature, but—cough, you are also eighteen, and this is not something I can control."

Xie Zhi: "?"

Is brother Zeyang insane tonight?

Why is it clear that everything he said was in Chinese characters, but Xie Zhi couldn't understand a single word?

Ji Zeyang was about to hang himself at the gate of Yan Si to show his ambition, so it was like this! !Husband and wife are so young that they are newlyweds, what qualifications does he have to not allow it! ! !

However, although! !But he still can't let Yan Si do anything wrong? ? ?

Ji Zeyang wiped his face and finally found a reason.

Ji Zeyang: "Although, Yan Si gets up very early recently and needs enough sleep."

Xie Zhi looked at Ji Zeyang obediently, and Ji Zeyang looked at Xie Zhi's sincere eyes, feeling that he was not too different from the criminal.

But he continued firmly: "So, if you guys make a scene late, it may affect Yan Si's sleep, and then..."

"Ah!" Xie Zhi finally understood.

Xie Zhi thought about what Ji Zeyang said, and felt that what he said actually made sense-he planned to watch two movies tonight before going to bed, and this would definitely affect Yan Si's sleep.

Yan Si is very tired from acting recently, rest is very important.

Xie Zhi: "You are right."

Ji Zeyang was surprised: "Do you think what I said makes sense?"

Xie Zhi: "Yes, I also don't want to disturb Yan Si's rest."

Ji Zeyang faced a group of princes who couldn't make any sense and just played around for too long, and when he met such a reasonable one, he almost cried bitterly.

Ji Zeyang was afraid that Xie Zhi would go back on his word, so he quickly handed over the room card to him. After the handover was completed, he didn't go in to check on Yan Si, just rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and slipped away.

Xie Zhi turned around and pushed open the door.

Yan Si had already come out of the shower, his hair was not blown, his hair was pushed back, he sat on the bed in a bathrobe and flipped through the script.

Yan Si: "Where did you go?"

"I'm going to get the room card." Xie Zhi shook the room card in his hand, "I'm going to sleep across the street tonight."

Yan Si: "..."

"Why do you want to sleep across from each other?" Yan Si squeezed the script, sat up slowly, and stared at Xie Zhi who was standing at the door.

Xie Zhi: "Because I will disturb your sleep when I am here."

Yan Si: "Who said you would disturb my sleep? It's pure nonsense!"

Xie Zhi: "You have to get up very early every morning..."

Yan Si: "I picked up mine, what does it have to do with you?"

Xie Zhi: "Anyway... anyway..."

Yan Si squeezed the script with his fingers slightly, and frowned at Xie Zhi at the door—he saw a kind of firmness on Xie Zhi's face at the door, and he didn't know where the firmness came from.

Yan Si was so angry that he didn't want to talk to Xie Zhi, he threw the script in his face and said angrily, "It's up to you."

"I read the script, if you want to go out, go out."

Xie Zhi took a shower in Yan Si's room, and when he came out to the room opposite, he only brought a mac with him.

Xie Zhi climbed into bed and watched "The King's Speech" under the quilt, but he couldn't concentrate on the movie.

"Yan Si... angry?" Xie Zhi looked at the small mouths of the characters in the camera.

"But... I'm just thinking about him." Xie Zhixin said, "Besides, being door to door is the same as being together."

As Xie Zhi thought about it, the movie became even uglier.

Finally, Xie Zhi pressed a pause on the screen.

Xie Zhi hugged the mac in a daze, thinking: "Should I go to him?"

"But... what reason can I use?"

"By the way, the tangerines that grandpa bought are still in his room, so I said... want to eat tangerines?"

Xie Zhi was thinking wildly when he heard a very slight knock on the door, just for a moment, and then the knock grew louder.

Xie Zhi jumped out of bed, ran to the door barefoot, and opened it.

The chain of Xie Zhi's door lock was still hanging, and only a small gap could be opened. Xie Zhi raised his head, looked at Yan Si with an unhappy face, and stared at him condescendingly.

"Strict?!" Xie Zhi hastily opened the padlock.

Yan Si pushed open the door, walked in without saying a word, passed by Xie Zhi, walked quickly to the bed next to the window in the room, and then fell directly on it.

The fluffy quilt was smashed into a human-shaped hole by him, Yan Si lay down with the word "big", glanced at Xie Zhi coldly, and then announced: "I will sleep here tonight, you dare to call me out?"

Xie Zhi looked at Yan Si and blinked.

"Why?" Yan Si said with a bit of aggrieved tone, "I don't divide rooms."

"This bed is mine, so I'll take it!"

The author has something to say: When I was writing about Ji Zeyang eating takeaway, I kept thinking, brother Ji Zeyang, aren’t you repaying your kindness with revenge hahahaha.After eating other people's dumplings, they have to allocate rooms to them.

And, Yan Sansui, you are so naive.