give you a soft spot

Yan Yiyun has been good at singing and dancing since he was a child, and he often participated in various talent shows on TV stations. With his excellent appearance and profound music skills, he has now entered the entertainment industry.

I have lived with him in this city for more than ten years, living in adjacent blocks, breathing the same air, but never met him.

When he stood in front of me and introduced himself, he was already a handsome young man.

From the intimacy of being a fellow countryman to the intimacy of being a friend, the middle span is very natural.He has a talent that I envy and a youth that I miss. I have watched him climb higher and higher step by step, and I have always been proud of him.

I'm sorry for the unpleasantness I caused him when we met last time, and I thought it would be reasonable for him to stop contacting me.

So, to be frank, I feel grateful for him being able to ask me to come out to meet him, not for him or for myself, but for fate, at least for not letting him go directly.

About never telling him about my sexuality, I don't think I owe him an explanation, there's nothing to explain, I'm just born that way, who ever explained it to me.

The young man never asked questions that made me too embarrassed to answer, but that night he stood under the streetlight and asked me about my relationship with Xi Zhuo seriously.

No answer is better than a lie, that's what I tell myself every time I think of his hasty departure in the night.

He stood in front of me again, smiled and called me Brother Cheng Ming, and suddenly all my sensitive emotions and wild thoughts disappeared.

"I wanted to go to your studio to find you directly," Yan Yiyun, who came over, motioned for me to sit down, "I was afraid of causing you trouble, so I chose this place. I can see the facade of your studio from this window."

I followed his gaze, and it was true.

"My football?"

"Yes, you forgot to take it last time."

Yan Yiyun took the ball from my hand, stood up and kicked the ball impromptuly in the aisle of two coffee tables.

I watched with a smile while counting for him. I have seen him juggle the ball on the court before, but I didn’t expect him to be able to move flexibly in such a small place.

When the football hit another table, I quickly stopped: "Okay, okay, someone will come up later."

He picked up the ball with a smile: "No one will come up, there will be only the two of us on this floor."

After saying this, he opened the table to leave a space, hooked his hand and told me to go over, and I moved closer.

"Didn't you say that you were envious of my ability to juggle the ball last time we played together? Come on, I'll teach you."

I smiled: "I'm wearing leather shoes, they won't work well."

"It's okay, as long as you master the essentials, you don't need to wear shoes."

I am so old, learning to juggle with a kid is really out of shape.But try it according to what Yan Yiyun said, and it really works, and the number is increasing every time.

I was staring at the ball, and he was staring at me. When I realized that he was staring straight at me, my mind was distracted, my strength went astray, and the ball flew towards his face.

The teenager reacted quickly, raised his elbow to block, and pushed the ball out. The ball that hit the ground not far away slowly bounced to subside.

I didn't know why and asked him: "Why do you only watch me but not the ball?"

Yan Yiyun shrugged, and there was nowhere to hide his gaze: "It's just the two of us, I don't care who you want to see."

"Almost missed you, I'd be guilty if it put color on your face."

The boy didn't speak anymore, he went to look for things in his jacket on the chair, and I sat opposite him and looked at the phone.

"I'm here to give you this."

I looked up, and what he handed me was a ticket.

"We are going to hold a concert. Each member has only one free ticket for family and friends. I want to keep it for you. I hope you can sit at the place closest to the stage to cheer me on for my first concert."

The boy was still standing there with one hand resting on the table and handing me the ticket with the other. He was waiting for me to take it.

I didn't answer, not because I didn't want to go, but because I couldn't afford it.He was willing to give me this only one spot, and I didn't expect him to value me so much.

"Don't you want to go?" He was asking me.

I quickly denied: "No, of course I want to go."

Yan Yiyun sent the hand holding the ticket forward: "Then why don't you keep it?"

"I want to buy my own ticket."

Yan Yiyun frowned after hearing this: "Is there any difference?"

"Of course there is. If you really support you, you should buy a ticket. Your ticket will be left to you..."

"Stop talking, take it," he grabbed my hand and handed the ticket to me before I finished speaking, with a strong tone, "I hope you use this ticket, otherwise I will be very disappointed."

I stared blankly at the wrinkled ticket in my hand, and nodded after a while: "Okay, then I'll take the ticket you gave me."

Yan Yiyun was still holding my hand with a bit of strength: "What you say is what you say."

I nodded, "Yeah."

This kid came to see me half an hour before going to the airport, and he came here in person to give away the concert tickets.When his assistant came upstairs to remind him of the time, I realized that he was still in a hurry to leave.

"Why didn't you mail it over? Why bother to make a trip? It's not like you don't know the address." I asked him when I went downstairs.

The boy walking beside me smiled, and replied while putting on his coat: "In that case, I won't be able to see you."

I suddenly remembered his football, turned and ran upstairs.He knew that I was going to fetch the ball, so he kept walking and said loudly: "Let it go, it's not convenient to carry it this time, I'll come to fetch it next time."

I squatted on the ground, found the ball, picked it up, went downstairs and went out, but Yan Yiyun was nowhere to be seen.

Standing at the door of the coffee shop and looking at the rain that didn't know when it started outside, he gritted his teeth and ran towards the opposite studio with the ball in his arms.

As soon as he entered the door, there was a message on the phone.

The picture is the hurried back of me running in the rain just now.

Turn on the voice to listen, it is Yan Yiyun's voice that can't laugh or cry.

"You ran away when I went to get the umbrella in the car."

I replied: "Let's go, don't delay the flight."

A few customer service staff changed their guards and went out to have dinner, and they all greeted me who was drenched in the rain.

Li Xi also came down from upstairs, and she laughed and shouted loudly: "Boss is cool, wearing this outfit to play football on a rainy day, do you want to have dinner together?"

I shook my head: "No, I'll go home and eat."

"That's right, since your family moved here, I've been going home to eat every day," Li Xi sighed while going to the door to get an umbrella, "I couldn't get enough of your meal."

I smiled: "In the future, there will be opportunities for you to rub, please be patient."

"All right, all right, then I'll go first, Boss."

After I went upstairs to deliver the ball, I picked up the umbrella and went home from work. My new home is a 10-minute walk from the studio. It is just a corner after two streets. The reason why I chose this place is to make it easier for me to commute to and from work. It is a bit far away from my mother’s school. Fortunately, she doesn't have many courses and is relatively free. In fact, she loves me more than I love her.

The road is not easy to walk in rainy days, and it took me a few more minutes to get home.Soaked shoes after entering the elevator can leave footprints on the gray carpet.

When I got to the floor, I took out the key and opened the door, and the lights in the room were on.

It wasn't my mother who was talking to me.

"You're back."

I stayed at the door, and even forgot to close the door tightly. I stared at the man on the sofa playing with my tablet with his legs crossed, and said in surprise, "Why are you here!"

Xi Zhuo got up with a smile and walked over, hugging my shoulder with a happy face: "Surprised or not."

I closed the door and listened carefully to the cooking in the kitchen: "My mother knew you were coming but didn't tell me?"

Xi Zhuo looked at me: "What did you do, you still poured water like this while holding an umbrella."

He pulled my coat off and threw it aside, and then the man knelt down to help me change my shoes.

I lowered my head and asked, "Aren't you filming in the crew? Why are you here?"

Xi Zhuo kept untying my shoelaces: "Didn't you see the news that Zeng Yuan was suspected of taking drugs this morning?"

"It's all over the screen, it's hard not to see it."

"So the entire crew has suspended filming, and all the actors and staff will have to wait for the announcement when the filming will continue. I will come as soon as you are close."

I pretended to be arguing and said, "Oh, you came here because you were close."

Xi Zhuo laughed out loud: "No, I came here because I missed you."

As we were talking, my mother leaned out of the kitchen with a shovel in her hand, saw us at the door and asked loudly, "Cheng Ming, don't you know how to take off your shoes?"

I quickly avoided Xi Zhuo's hand and did it myself, my mother's voice was all around my ears.

"Hurry up and wash your hands and eat. I'll wait for you. If you come back so slowly, we're going to starve to death."

I don't understand what these two people said that day, and then the whole situation changed. If I hadn't seen my mother in Xi Zhuofa's circle of friends two days ago, I would not have known that they had exchanged WeChat numbers.

I looked at Xi Zhuo and then at my mother. On the way to the bathroom, I felt that I didn't belong to this family.

Xi Zhuo didn't know what he picked up, and asked behind him: "What is this? Is it useful?"

I turned around and saw that what he was holding was the ticket that Yan Yiyun sent me. It was slightly damp and distorted by the rain. It should have been thrown out of my pocket by Xi Zhuo when he helped me undress. I hurriedly stopped him from disposing of it as garbage. The move: "Don't throw it, it's very important."

He looked at it seriously: "The tickets for Billions of Years' concert haven't been officially sold yet, how did you get them?"

I walked backwards and said patiently: "Yan Yiyun sent it to me just now."

After saying this, I bumped my head against the open bathroom door behind me, clutching my head in pain and gasping for breath.

Xi Zhuo took a few quick strides over to check, and gave me a blowjob like coaxing a child.

My mother leaned out of the kitchen again, asked what was going on, and then retracted her head: "You haven't finished washing your hands yet, don't you want to eat?"

I looked at the person rubbing my head: "Brother Zhuo, what kind of ecstasy did you give my mother? I don't think she will love me anymore with you around."

Xi Zhuo was holding back a smile: "I love you."

When I was washing my hands, he kept looking down at the ticket, and I looked at him in the mirror: "What's so interesting, isn't it just a ticket?"

He looked up at me: "Do you really think it's just a ticket?"

I was confused: "Otherwise?"

But he didn't continue the topic: "Let's go, eat first."