When I Return With You [Entertainment]

At the same time, a mid-range community not far from Zhenyu Media Company.

In a small two-person apartment, everything is clean and tidy. The wallpaper is warm and simple light blue. There are several Chinese paintings and calligraphy hanging in the living room. There are several pots of Clivia growing gratifyingly through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The whole house is comfortably and pleasantly furnished.

And Jian Yang, who has been yelled at by fans with all kinds of elegant temperament and all kinds of looks, is lying lazily and occupying the entire sofa, with his two white feet splayed there, but with this posture, he is still Has an air of elegance.

He was still holding a tablet in his hand, tirelessly playing the album of their combination back and forth.

While smirking badly while rubbing his chin, he teased Mo Yungui who was carefully choosing the script on the wooden table.

"Hahahaha——" Although most of the time was spent on training, but nearly a year of getting along day and night has allowed Jian Yang to easily restore the way of getting along with Wuchen before. He joked, "You said He speaks so coldly, but how can he sing so softly? Hey, the bullet screens on the Internet say it's soft and cute!! Hahaha, don't you think this is called Mensao?!"

"Hey - look at the third MV, your hot dance, tsk, fortunately, I am positioned as an ancient nobleman, and I was not forced to dance, otherwise... tsk tsk, look at this waist, look at this crotch... look, comment This area is not suitable for children hahaha!!!" Jian Yang stared at the hot dance full of masculine aggression without blinking, "Well... don't say it, if you are really a woman... I I can't hold it at all!"

Mo Yungui, who was so molested by Chi Guoguo, remained motionless, without even raising his eyelids. Regarding these words, he had gone from blushing at the beginning to now coming in from his left ear and coming out of his right ear, and he dropped a sentence very well. , "Uncle Xu will come later."

"Huh?" Jian Yang didn't understand.

"Talk about accepting new plays." Mo Yungui carefully classified and labeled the more than a dozen scripts on the wooden table, and his unhurried movements seemed to be extraordinarily calm.

"You don't want to be disciplined and want to be independent. What qualifications does he have to come to see you today. And you, you haven't read so many scripts." Mo Yungui has already been able to use long sentences to Jian Yang proficiently, " In addition, since the official release of the album this morning, you have played the album 84 times in a row."

"It's very noisy." He said flatly, "If you don't read the script... Xu Dang is here, it will be even more noisy."

"So?" Jian Yang's white feet were still stepping on the khaki pillow, and the hot rock dance was still playing on the tablet, so he opened his eyes innocently.

"Choose a script." Mo Yungui stood up, his expression still indifferent, "There are still two hours and eighteen minutes."

Mo Yungui glanced at Jian Yang, who suddenly had a look of lovelessness, and walked around the sofa without saying a word, and went into the kitchen to get busy. Jian Yang didn't know how to cook, and he didn't like part-time jobs. If he is too busy to order takeout, he will cook.

"Hey! Don't go... Well done, I'm going to die for spending so much time flirting with you." Jian Yang put down the tablet, jumped off the sofa and ran towards the wooden table.

The seventeen scripts on the wooden table were divided into four piles according to categories, and each script had a sticky note with outlines and opinions written on it. Compared with the time-consuming process of going through them one by one without any structure, it seemed obvious that Time-saving and comfortable, let alone more than two hours, one hour is enough for browsing.

So you spent so long tidying this up for me out of fear of noise?Such a poor excuse.

Carefully rubbing the clear handwriting on the sticky note, Jian Yang himself didn't know how soft his eyes were at the moment, as if they were about to melt away.

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The popularity brought by Qin Gui is undoubtedly astonishing. When the single album sales chart was announced in August this year, "Qin Gui" topped the list with a far-reaching attitude, which brought great joy to this newly debuted group. Great honor and great attention.

Accompanied by the instant high popularity, the statement made by the two group members at the album press conference that they will focus on the development of actors in the future is of course kept in mind by the various crews.

For the price of an n-line actor, it is a very cost-effective thing for many crews to get a new artist who lacks qualifications but is as popular as a first- and second-line actor.

Under Xu Dang's screening, only 32 copies were brought to the apartment of the two of them, [-] were for Jian Yang, and [-] were for Yun Gui. Of course, the scripts that both of them invited were also included.There are many types of these scripts, which are excellent for newcomers, such as the male protagonists of popular idol dramas and small productions but well-reputed online dramas, the main supporting roles of micro-movies where big-name guest stars appear, and even the cannon fodder supporting roles of big-budget movies. , each has its advantages and disadvantages.

It is easy for people to choose in a dilemma, and they dare not make a choice easily.

However, in the end, the two still decided on their own script.

"A popular campus horror mystery drama? Are you sure about it?" Xu Dang raised his eyebrows and asked Jian Yang, "You have a good eye. It attracts fans, and it is a wise choice to be a stepping stone.”

"Okay, I'll talk about it when the time comes. That kid Li Hui is a cutting-edge director with potential. He likes to add all kinds of novel elements to the drama, and is very popular with young people. Well, I give full marks to this choice. Your choice in the future The decision is up to you, are you satisfied?"

Ignoring the conceited and smiling Jian Yang, Xu Dang frowned and looked at Mo Yungui, with a little disappointment in his eyes, "I thought you would choose that literary film "Warm Winter", you have the ability to win the award, the supporting role The role is very suitable for you, I didn't think you would be so cowardly, afraid to think of your sad things?"

Xu Dang's tone was sharp, with a sarcasm on his face, "And this sci-fi film has the most attention, and the small supporting role has a lot of roles and the highest salary, but that kind of character design is obviously a trick, don't tell me you have real eyelids." It's so shallow! I will be disappointed Mo Yungui!"

His words were aggressive without showing any sympathy, and the serious law lines seemed to be deep into ravines.

The atmosphere became weird, Jian Yang put away all his expressions and looked at Mo Yungui seriously.

Mo Yungui's lips turned pale, and Gujing Wubo's face seemed to have broken for a moment, and then quickly recovered. He shook his lips, and his nails sank deeply into his palm, "I'm sorry."

Mo Yungui never explained anything, he just bypassed Xu Dang, turned around and returned to his room.

He doesn't comment on or refute other people's suggestions, he just sticks to his own decision with an attitude of indifference.

"What are you doing!!" Xu Dang angrily threw all the scripts on the ground, and he even glared at Jian Yang angrily.

He had never seen such a stubborn artist who would not listen to persuasion! ! !Gritting his teeth, he took the script that the two of them had chosen by themselves, and walked away without saying a word.

What are you doing! !He also wanted to ask if he was okay? !Tell me what you don't know until now! !Although there is also a reason why he himself doesn't want to actively touch this kind of scar that looks like it, but... Fuck... Yun Gui... still doesn't believe in himself at all! !

Jian Yang was the only one left in the living room. He sat on the sofa and violently rubbed his hair, which had become short and medium length again, as if venting his anger.

His eyes scanned the closed door back and forth, replaying in his mind like a movie replay the details of his time with Wuchen and Yungui.He has a spare key to Yungui's door, but...he hopes that Yungui can open it for him on his own initiative.

The apartment was quiet for a long, long time. Suddenly, Jian Yang, whose hair was rubbed into a chicken coop, stood up and walked gently to the door step by step.

"...Yungui?" His voice was very soft, suppressing his temptation.

After waiting anxiously for a while, the door was opened, and Mo Yungui stood in front of him with an expressionless face, his expression was normal, there were folds on the bed, it seemed that Yungui just went in normally and took a nap.

Jian Yang evoked the same frivolous smile as usual, and very rudely pushed away the unguarded Mo Yungui, walked in and found a chair to sit down.

"Why?" As soon as he sat down, Jian Yang's expression suddenly became extremely serious, "Why did you give up the role in "Warm Winter"?"

"That character is a young man with depression and schizophrenia, I remember." Jian Yang said word by word, "Then, please tell me, what do you mean—afraid to think of your sad things?"

His expression became a little scary.

Mo Yungui's hands were hanging by his sides, his eyes were drooping, and his long eyelashes were fluttering. He obviously had such a cold facial expression at any time, but at this moment, his whole body revealed a helpless fragility.

He stiffened his body and stubbornly did not speak.

Jian Yang waited for a while, but he didn't wait for an answer. He stood up immediately and smiled. That smile was different from his usual fake or sincere smile. It was a bitter self-deprecating arc.

With a movement of his throat, he walked past Mo Yungui who was standing by the door.

"I'm sorry... I took myself too seriously, and I won't do it anymore." His tone was calm, but the people who heard him panicked.

Jian Yang's sleeve, who was about to go out, was suddenly pulled tightly.

The person with his back turned finally opened his mouth in a low voice.

"No...don't." His voice trembled a little, as if he was afraid of something.No, you can't walk away like this.

The world that had just brightened up in front of his eyes would completely collapse, he finally broke his hard shell with trembling lips, the flesh and blood inside was torn, dripping with blood, "Yes...it was me who stayed in the nursing home for two years .”

"Because of mental problems." Mo Yungui worked hard to organize his words, peeling off the scars that hadn't scabbed layer by layer.

"I...I wasn't born to be so good at acting," he gripped Jian Yang's sleeves and began to turn cold, "As far as I can remember, I was always locked in a small room in a villa with a door Locked forever. Basic food and clothing are handed in through the small window at the door, it is a cage, a cage that uses loneliness as punishment."

"It's too dead there, only one TV can bring popularity, and there is no third person except me and her who occasionally stepped on." He seemed to be slowly immersed in that painful memory, as if the wound had been torn too hard all at once. And lost the pain.

"She always comes once too long, so there is no one in the room but me, it's empty, year after year, I'm lonely, scared, no one to talk to, no one to see on TV Me, they ignore me. I want someone to be with me." He paused suddenly and took a deep breath.

"So I play someone else to accompany me, anyone can play, I just want someone to talk to me, and then I will act like the person on TV, keep acting, keep acting, until the end, I can't remember myself Who is it?"

Mo Yungui's voice gradually became weaker, "Later, I thought that the person who has no emotions at all is just myself, and the others are people who accompany me, the more the better."

"I am not alone anymore. I can talk to many people every day. Each of them has a different personality. They are all very good to me. I am very happy."

"But... she came back. When she came back, I was playing checkers with Sister Yu, and she was taken aback."

Mo Yungui's expression didn't change at all, as if he was telling a very ordinary story.

"Then I was sent to a nursing home. The nursing home was very hidden. They said I had a mental problem. I didn't. I knew everything. But it didn't work. It was very cruel to children there. They all said I had a mental problem. This life is useless, so the next door was assigned to a criminal with a tendency to torture and kill, and he escaped the death penalty by virtue of his relationship and was sent here."

Jian Yang's face turned livid, he wanted to say, stop talking.But the throat moved, but no sound came out.

"I didn't let him succeed."

Mo Yungui said these words lightly.

"He accidentally fell to his death from the back window sill. That nursing home is a mess, and no one cares about it."

"Two years later, I was judged to have returned to normal. In order to prove that I was mentally normal, she asked me to take the university entrance exam, and I passed the exam."

Mo Yungui's tone still couldn't reveal a hint of a smile, and the sentence that was clearly proud did not express a proud tone.

Jian Yang suddenly grabbed the hand holding his sleeve tightly with his backhand. Those hands were so cold that he shivered.

He didn't dare to ask who that "she" was, and he didn't dare to ask any more details. He almost wanted to slap himself hard. He actually used soft words to threaten Yun Gui to recall such a painful thing. Jian Yang felt that his The apex of the heart seemed to be wounded round and round by wire, and was gradually tightened step by step until the pain was almost suffocating.

Loneliness was once what he was most afraid of. Liang Qiao in his previous life seemed to save the cold Wuchen with good intentions. In fact, it was just because, except for the stupid Baji, he was always excluded like him, and he didn't care about Wuchen, who had a life of seven kills. No one wanted to be friends with him, it was Wuchen who saved him.

But in another time and space that he couldn't see, for so many years, he allowed this person to endure such a lonely life like being abandoned by the whole world for so long, it was too painful.No matter how painful it is, you need to play other people to accompany you, and you will... escape from reality to that extent.

He suddenly hugged the person who was still standing upright with his back turned to him. He was only a little shorter than Mo Yungui, and his nose was tightly against Mo Yungui's hair, and his mouth was thin. The heat swirls on the sensitive scalp.

Mo Yungui didn't look back.

He just lowered his head, "I'm sorry... I just... don't want to go back to those days, and I can't play..."

"...Well." Jian Yang made a muffled nasal voice, "If you don't want to, forget it, no one is forcing you."

"Fuck his fame, fuck his awards. You are here to do what you like, and no one can force you if you don't want to."

Mo Yungui listened quietly, a small light suddenly lit up in his eyes, his body became very stiff because of being hugged suddenly, his hands seemed to want to pick him off, but there was a steady stream of messages from the vest. The constant warmth made him reluctant to part with it.

"Aren't you... not afraid of me? That woman has always been afraid." His voice was low and uncertain.He has always known that once his medical records are known, many people will regard him as mentally ill, and everyone will be afraid of him and stay away from him.

Will you...do the same?

The person hugging him fell silent, and the light in Mo Yungui's eyes slowly dimmed.

Are you... afraid of me too?

"Afraid—" The person hugging him suddenly tightened his hands.

The cluster of faltering lights was completely extinguished.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you will stay in your own world." Jian Yang's nasal voice became more and more serious, "You have been refusing me to enter, and you will tell me only if I force you to ask about your affairs."

"But since it's so painful, why don't you say it?" The person who had always been smiling finally brought on a crying voice.

"Tell me, let me share a little for you."

A beam of light instantly burned in his eyes, and the light swept over the sky and covered the sky.

"It hurts to think about it."

"You actually let you bear so much alone."

The cry of the person hugging him became more and more obvious, something hot fell into his collar along his hair, scratched his skin, and burned straight into his heart.

You...are you crying for me?

Mo Yungui was at a loss for what to do. Apart from acting, his expressionless face finally showed anxiety.

He broke away from Jian Yang's hands, turned around at once, hugged Jian Yang tightly again, and buried the tears of this man who didn't want to be peeped into his arms.

He hugged too hard, as if he was about to hug someone into his own flesh and blood.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

He said to the man in his arms over and over again.

I'm sorry...but I'm...so happy.

The author has something to say: I... just to clarify for myself, I really don't like torture attacks at all, so I'll post four!