Xia Shuang Qiurong

Xia Shuang's mobile phone placed by the bed vibrated at a high frequency, and the caller displayed "Mengmeng".

The sound of dripping water came from the bathroom, but no one answered.The screen of the mobile phone dimmed and brightened, and the calls came in tirelessly.

After Xia Shuang took a shower, she rubbed her neck and walked out of the bathroom. When she saw a series of missed calls, her heart skipped a beat.

Mengmeng's voice was full of tears: "Your father returned to Beijing from Macau, and the amount owed this time is very large... Shall we pay?"

Xia Shuang clenched the bed sheet tightly, her joints creaked, suppressing her anger and anxiety: "He promised me, last time was the last time..."

Mengmeng said timidly: "The repayment deadline is at the end of this month."

Xia Shuang: "How much?"

Mengmeng quoted a sky-high price.

Xia Shuang closed her eyes, dizzy.

The first thought that popped into my mind was: why?why me?

Why do other children have a carefree childhood, but he has to live in fear again and again.

"I have never rebelled since I was a child, not once." Xia Shuang said to herself, her voice was very soft: "But this time I am tired, and I don't want to continue."

"No." He said firmly, "Sever father-son relationship with him."

Then he cut off the call.

Thought she had made a smart decision, Xia Shuang still suffered from insomnia.

He stared at the empty ceiling, imagining the possible chain reaction after father and son turned against each other...

Father might die - he wasn't upset.

His parents divorced when he was three years old, and his father committed crimes and went to jail.As long as he can remember, he and his mother have depended on each other for life, and his father has hardly fulfilled his duties as a father for a day.When he made his debut and was finally able to fulfill his filial piety, his mother died of illness and his vampire-like father was released from prison, which became his constant nightmare.

He might lose his fortune, lose his stage—he was afraid.Because he is an Omega, he can only rely on wealth and social status to slightly control his own destiny.

Fragments of many memories flashed in his mind one by one, and finally they were frozen in a hug given to him by Qiurong.

He laughs at himself, it's really pitiful, so many people fantasize about him and look up to him, but no one ever gives him a real hug.

No matter how much Qiu Rong hated it, in retrospect, this month was a beautiful time before the bloody storm?

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Xia Shuang, holding a quilt and a piece of clothing, knocked on the door of Qiurong's room.

Qiurong yawned and held on to the door frame, unable to open his eyes: "What's wrong? Are you insomnia again?"

Xia Shuang stuffed the clothes to him: "Your clothes don't smell like you anymore."

Xia Shuang said that the quality of his sleep was not good, and the two of them had just fused their pheromones, so they could sleep peacefully by spreading clothes with the smell of Qiu Rong in the bedroom.

Qiurong brought the clothes up to his nose and smelled them, and it seemed that it was true. He turned around and prepared to go back to the bedroom: "Then I'll change another one for you..."

Xia Shuang grabbed his arm: "No."

Qiu Rong:?

Xia Shuang stared at his face, trying not to show too much expression: "Don't bother, you... the room is big, I'll sleep with you."

Before Xia Shuang came to knock on the door, he was not sure whether Qiurong would agree, he was beating his heart, but he was pretending to be calm on the surface.

Qiurong sized him up for a while, then burst out laughing.He grabbed Xia Shuang's neck, and boldly took her into his arms: "What am I talking about? If there's anything wrong, come here."

Qiu Rong wore a pair of boxer shorts on his lower body, and a thin white U-neck T-shirt on his upper body, revealing a large part of his collarbone and chest. When he put Xia Shuang on it, the hot body temperature was directly transferred to Xia Shuang's skin , warm.

Xia Shuang was brought to the bed by Qiu Rong, and gave him half of the bed.

Xia Shuang was secretly happy, but faintly disappointed.

"He acts upright and sits upright. I really don't want to avoid suspicion."

Xia Shuang spread out her quilt. He was wearing a sleeveless vest. His slender left arm was facing the lamp directly. A row of pinholes were clearly visible. Qiu Rong frowned: "Are you using inhibitors again?"

Xia Shuang hummed nonchalantly.

Qiurong: "How long are you going to keep it a secret?"

Xia Shuang got into the quilt, showing half of her head, and said nothing.

Qiurong also lay down and turned off the light: "Hey, what are you doing with so much money?"

Xia Shuang became sleepy when she touched the pillow, Qiu Rong was disturbed by him, but she didn't feel sleepy: "Would you like to tell me how you grew up?"

Xia Shuang shook her head in a daze: "Go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow."

The two smelled each other's scent and slept very peacefully.

In the early morning of the next day, Qiu Rong was woken up by a phone call, and the director yelled at her head and face: "Where did you and Xia Shuang go? Are you gas poisoned?"

Too bad, without Xia Shuang to wake him up, the two got up late.

Wait, Xia Shuang...?

"It's so noisy." A bare arm stretched out from under the quilt to wrap around his neck, followed by a slightly cool body, tightly clinging to his lower body.

The boy jumped over Qiu Rong, hung up the phone for him, and fell headlong into his arms.

Xia Shuang slept very dishonestly, and the air conditioner in Qiurong's room was turned on at a low temperature. In the middle of the night, Xia Shuang simply got into Qiurong's bed.

Xia Shuang's eyebrows and eyes are very beautiful, and the way she is nestled in her arms is particularly beautiful and delicious.The sleeveless vest was hanging on the body, what should be exposed, what should not be exposed, aroused people's curiosity just right, so that he couldn't help but want to reach in and touch the waist that was tightly grasped. last one.

Qiurong couldn't help but think of some more nasty things, such as how those slender legs wrapped around his body that night, and how his waist moved with his impact...

Even if Qiu Rongren put on a generous attitude of good brothers holding hands, he still couldn't stop the physical reaction... He was hard, and he was hard against his "good brother".

Qiurong's heart turned cold: Qiurong, your uncle, are you still a person?

Xia Shuang slept like a vegetable, and Qiu Rong finally woke her up by patting her face.

The first thing Xia Shuang said when she woke up was: "Why did I sleep for so long?"

Qiu Rong held the door and went into the toilet, but didn't come out for a long time.

Along the way, Qiu Rong spoke eloquently, and Xia Shuang asked him what he was doing, and just recited the mantra of clearing the heart.

Xia Shuang: Which muscle is wrong again?

The driver drove the business like crazy, and made nine twists and eighteen turns on the winding mountain road before finally catching up with today's shooting.

The destination is a quaint art museum shaded by pine and bamboo.

Disney's roller coaster cut made Qiu Rong a hot search, and the screenshots of his mourning produced a series of sand sculpture emoticons.

Therefore, the director team paid special attention to today's shooting, and repeatedly confirmed the script with Qiu Rong.

Xia Shuang was distracted by his father's affairs, and she was not in a good state. She sat in front of the makeup mirror and closed her eyes to rest her mind. Sister Lan mobilized her a few times, but she didn't respond.

Today is the last live broadcast of the plot this week. The task is for the two to do root carving in the art museum's manual workshop.

Xia Shuang and Qiu Rong squatted on the ground and peeled wood for an hour. Wearing thick gloves, they peeled the rough roots until they were smooth.Xia Shuang's hands were sore and her eyes were swollen, and she also listened to the "Zen" lecture in Japanese by the Japanese teacher Chili Gulu for a long time.

Teacher: "Put the long ones into round ones for an hour."

Xia Shuang: ...

Because it takes too long, this part does not include a live broadcast, but the persistent Japanese teacher said that he must do it by himself and cannot do it for him.

Xia Shuang wanted to say, Qiu Rong, are you kidding me, but turned around and saw that Qiu Rong had cut the wood in his hand, so she shut her mouth wisely.

Qiu Rong has mastered three small knives proficiently, one in his pocket, one in his hand, and one around his neck, blowing sawdust while cutting, it looks like that.

Xia Shuang painted gourds in the same way, clumsy.

The two sat on the futon, the sun was shining outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Qiu Rong raised his chin angrily: "Brother, are you talking about five yuan?"

Xia Shuang acquiesced.

Qiu Rong: "My dream when I was young was to be a craftsman. It's okay to draw and do handicrafts. Don't laugh, my dad beat me a lot because of this, saying that I don't have Alpha spirit."

"My family is from an acting family. It is said that I should have been acting since I was six or seven years old, but I was forced to act by my father until I graduated from university. I was prejudiced against acting at the time. Isn't this a bad boy who eats soft food?" ?”

Xia Shuang wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled, that's right.

"Actually, I don't like acting. Maybe it's because of my talent. If the director is good and the team is good, I did what I should do, and the results are not bad."

"I also swelled up later. My temper back then, let alone eating soft food, I can't even have a serious dinner with the boss of the film and television company."

"I've also been an angry youth, why no one knows me when I walk on the road, why I can't make a lot of money even if I win an award... Haha, it's 100 times scarier than when we first met and quarreled."

"Later, by chance, I received a letter. A girl told me that she was a child from the countryside. After watching a movie I acted in a border town, she really worked hard to pass the exam. , to change your life."

"At that time, I said Qiurong, you are really an asshole, you don't like movies, why do you think you should have red carpets, cars, luxury houses and fine wine? The whole world owes you?"

"Aren't people living for the meaning after all? I can't tell what the meaning is, but fame and fortune are definitely not the meaning we should spend our whole life pursuing."

"Now I love movies, treat the works well, and take a good job. Although I will still be angry when I see you rich and new, but I really want to understand that everyone has their own life. I don't have a life to make money."

"After all, life is still very long, and I have many, many dreams that have not yet been realized!"

Qiu Rong straightened her waist, and smiled at Xia Shuang with a rare warmth: "What about you?"

Xia Shuang said dumbly, "...I...I don't know what I am for."

The smile in Qiu Rong's eyes deepened: "So many people like you, how lucky you are."

Xia Shuang lowered her head and stopped talking.

In the distance, the camera is in place, slowly approaching.

The director shouted to start, and the atmosphere was just right.

Teacher: Now, imagine giving the other person something he needs the most, and engraving it.

Xia Shuang stared blankly at Qiu Rong.

Qiurong gave him a smirk, and immediately immersed himself in his homework. It seemed that he was well prepared.

Xia Shuang hesitated for a long time, looked at the round piece of wood in her hand, and tried to understand Qiu Rong for the first time: "What does he need?"

His whole life was for others, and he didn't even have time to think about what he needed.

As the sun went down, time passed bit by bit, and the work was finally completed.

The director arranged for Xia Shuang to show her gift first.

Facing the camera, Xia Shuang showed a flustered and cramped expression for the first time.

His face was very red, and his palms were even sweating.

Qiurong opened his fingers one by one, and snatched a small thing with body temperature.

It turned out that Xia Shuang carved a bird.

"It's very beautiful." Qiurong looked at it carefully: "It has wings and legs."

What adjective is this?

The camera slowly zoomed in on Xia Shuang's eyes, and there were flickering lights inside. The teacher asked behind the camera, "Why do you want to give Qiurong a wooden bird?"

"...I think Qiu Rong is very free, I hope he will always be so free, but he can fly to a higher sky."

Qiurong smiled brightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "It's very good."

At the moment of the main scene, Qiu Rong took out his gift, quickly stuffed it into Xia Shuang's hands, and then asked the photography teacher to capture Xia Shuang's on-the-spot reaction.

Xia Shuang looked at a round...potato...one nose, two eyes...with a cracked expression: "This, what is this?"

Qiurong said angrily: "Doraemon!"

Xia Shuang: "Oh...oh?"

Qiu Rong: "Hey, I want to carve a time machine, but I'm not good at hand."

"Time machine?" Xia Shuang looked confused, completely unaware of what was going to happen next.

Qiu Rong cleared his throat, and adjusted his voice very solemnly: "That day at Disney, you said that you didn't like Mickey Mouse when you were a child, but after the show, we actually had a lot of fun."

"Later I thought, it's not that you don't like Mickey Mouse, but that you didn't get them at the age you should have."

Xia Shuang opened her eyes wide, and her hands trembled unconsciously.

"You made your debut so early, you are so successful, you are well-clothed and well-fed, and you have everything materially. However, perhaps the most ordinary life is a luxury for you."

"I hope you can use the time machine to travel back to your childhood that you can't go back to, and find that Mickey Mouse that you never owned."

"Like a child, laugh from the bottom of your heart and live your own life."

"A little less trouble, a little more happiness."

Qiurong stepped forward, and hung the "time machine" that had been put on a straw rope around Xia Shuang's neck, as pious as an award ceremony.

Xia Shuang stared blankly at Qiurong with the eyes of a puppy.

"Crack!"

"Leave blank!"

The director and screenwriter stood up and applauded, saying that this script is great, and it expresses the feeling of distraction.

Qiu Rong squeezed Xia Shuang's face: "Your acting skills are very good."

Xia Shuang was full of grievances.

Two hot tears pattered on the back of Xia Shuang's hand, he hurriedly covered his face, choked up and said to the director, "I'm sorry."

Xia Shuang fled with hands and feet, crouched in a corner, sat on her knees, and cried bitterly.

Qiu Rong chased after him, motioning to the camera to stop chasing and blocking him. He knelt on the ground and rubbed Xia Shuang's hair soothingly: "What's wrong?"

Xia Shuang cried like a child who was robbed of candy: "The time machine you made is ugly!"

"Like a potato!"

Qiurong: "...then you give it back to me."

Xia Shuang immediately clenched her fists vigilantly, protecting her heart: "You agreed to give it to me!"

Qiurong: "...you, why are you like this!"

Xia Shuang burst into laughter again.

On the way back, the driver Lao Wang started to order Jacky Cheung again.

"If you want to talk about what love is, it must be gossiping with you when you are in turmoil. I have traveled endless journeys with you, and I love you until the sky is pale. I can't believe how much I have been with you when I am old and out of date. Hugging once means loving more..."

Qiu Rong kept humming, but Xia Shuang could hear something different.

His heart was pierced with many holes, riddled with holes, Qiurong shone in like a warm sun, densely packed, full of warmth and hope.

He is an instinctive light chaser, who wants to know him and get close to him.

However, Qiurong's world is a wider world, with clouds and mud.

And his world, without a real down-to-earth life, leaves the stage, and he is nothing.

Xia Shuang's eyes were red, and she thought a lot, which gave birth to happiness and low self-esteem.Expectations are born, but also sadness.

"I'm so poor that all I have left is money." He sighed.

Qiu Rong didn't understand the activities in his brain at all, so he stopped singing: "What's wrong?"

Xia Shuang's eyes seemed to contain a pool of spring water, which made Qiu Rong shiver.

Xia Shuang looked at him eagerly, wanted to be friends with him, wanted to get close to him, but in an instant he returned to his original body of a 19-year-old boy.

Qiu Rong was dumbfounded, looking at his shoulders that shrugged because of laughing: "What's wrong with you?"

"Are you expensive?" Xia Shuang asked.

Qiu Rong:? ? ?

Xia Shuang asked again, Qiu Rong's eyes changed from doubt to fear, and he quickly raised his head curtain: "Do you have a fever?"

Xia Shuang thought of the sand sculpture waste of "Baoyang Qiurong" in his mind, and made himself laugh. He covered his stomach, and while laughing, he held the "time machine" on his chest tightly, and curled the corners of his mouth.

The driver drove the car directly to an izakaya and got out of the car. The whole crew had been waiting for them in the private room. Qiurong hadn't quit drinking for more than a week, so he immediately hugged left and right to feel unhappy.

Xia Shuang timidly tugged at the corner of Qiurong's clothes: "Will you talk nonsense when you're drunk?"

"Don't worry!" Qiu Rong waved her big hand, and slapped Xia Shuang towards Sister Lan's table.

After drinking for three rounds, Qiu Rong just woke up, and after sitting around the table, he remembered: "Huh? Where's Xia Shuang?"

Sister Lan ran over, "Is Xia Shuang not allowed to drink? He was forced to drink a glass of wine by the director just now, and went to the men's room, and hasn't come back for a long time."

Qiu Rong's phone rang, and it was Xia Shuang.

Picking it up, the voice was weak: "Come here, help me..."

Qiu Rong woke up immediately, and immediately ran to the men's room with the deodorant in his backpack. In the innermost compartment, Qiu Rong pressed against the door, and smelled a sweet smell of Omega.

The door opened, and Xia Shuang was half leaning against the wall, panting heavily, as if she had been fished out of the water, her forehead and hair were all soaked in sweat.

"It's my first time drinking alcohol, I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen." Xia Shuang cried with her head down.

Qiu Rong sprayed him with deodorant, took off his coat to cover his head, walked out of the izakaya quickly, stopped a car, opened the back seat, and the two fell into it.

The taxi galloped forward at the fastest speed, Qiu Rong sprayed out the last can of deodorant, Xia Shuang groped and leaned over, lying on Qiu Rong's lap, trembling all over.

Qiurong reported the address of the hotel, took his hand, and comforted him: "It's almost there, it's almost there."

The director made a series of fatal calls: "Where did you go, Qiurong?"

Qiu Rong clutched her head, her headache was about to split: "Xia Shuang is not feeling well, he and I will go back to the hotel first."

When the two returned home, Qiurong held Xia Shuang in his arms, bloodshot eyes had already been suppressed.

Xia Shuang's lips searched for Xia Shuang's neck and ears all the way, spraying hot air around his ears: "Thirsty..."

"Could you stop talking to me like that!" Qiu Rong roared with veins bulging.

Qiurong placed Xia Shuang on the bed properly, bumped the corner of the table twice, and found the inhibitor in Xia Shuang's box.

Xia Shuang hummed again in a milky voice: "The injection hurts."

Qiurong went crazy: "Then what are you going to do?"

Xia Shuang wrapped the quilt tightly, and said weakly: "No... isn't there you?"