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"I knew you were coming today."

The boy spoke lightly, with a calm expression, a smile that was not a smile.

Chang Xun remained silent and did not respond.

Chang Le looked at him, he was not handsome and charming, but he was also pretty, with a gentle and melancholy look in his eyes.

His eyes fell on Chang Le's face, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Aren't you going to introduce me to your brother?"

Chang Le was a little surprised at first, and then thought that the show had been broadcast for so long, and everyone knew that he was Chang Xun's younger brother.

"This is...Mr. Kimura." Chang Xun tilted his head slightly and introduced to Chang Le.

"Kimura...?" Chang Le was taken aback, Japanese?I can't hear the accent at all...Huh? !etc? ! "Mr. Kimura? That... the screenwriter, Mr. Kimura?"

The man smiled softly and said, "Did you introduce me like that? My real name is Qi Jiamu, and you should call me Brother Qi or Brother Jiamu."

Chang Le was a little embarrassed, wondering why this person was so familiar, he called "Brother Qi Mu" by mistake, and then changed his words again and again.

It's not easy for screenwriters to gain a reputation in the industry, and there are very few who can be known and remembered by the audience. Among them, young screenwriters are even rarer, and 'Mr. Kimura' is one of them.

However, in his impression, although Mr. Kimura is young, he should be in his early thirties, but this person in front of him seems to be younger than Hong Gechong.

Qi Jiamu was amused by Chang Le's slip of the tongue, and said, "Okay, okay, silly white sweets can't be broken!"

Chang Le didn't like others to say that he was stupid and sweet, and he was a little displeased for a while, but when he laughed so loudly in front of Duan Jiuzhang's tomb, Chang Xun's face immediately pulled down.

"See you later." Chang Xun put down these two words coldly, turned his head and walked towards the exit, Chang Le hurriedly trotted two steps to keep up.

"Hey, hey," Qi Jiamu stepped in front of Chang Xun, "Let's just go, I just ran into each other, it's such a coincidence, why don't we have a meal together?"

"Coincident?" Chang Xun looked at him sideways, "You just said that you knew I would come here."

Qi Jiamu obviously choked, and laughed again: "It was a polite talk just now, a polite talk!"

Chang Le watched from the side, feeling that the words and deeds of the great screenwriter were really strange, and Chang Xun also seemed very uncomfortable in front of him, not knowing what the relationship between the two was.

"Sorry, we're recording a show and we don't have time." Chang Xun replied coldly.

Qi Jiamu smiled, and said: "It's not that I haven't watched your show, it's just a daily record. Why do you want to eat? Then let's go together?" He said and looked in Changle's direction.

Chang Le's eyes met his, but he was taken aback.

There was tenderness and melancholy in his eyes when he looked at him just now, but now he was smiling, the melancholy seemed to be pleading, his watery eyes looked very pitiful.

He couldn't bear it, and said to Chang Xun, "Brother, anyway──"

"No," Chang Xun interrupted Chang Le, "Today is the anniversary of our grandfather's death. We have to have lunch with relatives at noon. Let's try another day." After saying that, he decisively bypassed Qi Jiamu and walked forward without looking back.

Chang Le had no choice but to keep up. Looking back, Qi Jiamu was still looking at them with a sad smile on his face.

On the way back to the villa, Chang Le hesitated again and again, but still asked, "Brother, you and Kimura are... what's going on?"

Chang Xun seemed to have expected that Chang Le would ask about this, he sighed softly, opened his mouth, and said, "He is... the screenwriter boy who confessed his love to me before."

Chang Le was taken aback. First, he was amazed that he was so well maintained and looked seven or eight years younger than Chang Xun. Second, he did not expect that this character who was just mentioned in the story would appear in front of him so vividly.

He digested it for a long time and said, "You...why are you talking so sarcasticly when you meet your old classmates?"

Chang Xun said helplessly: "He has never given up on me, I can't give him hope."

Chang Le was surprised again, "Always? Never give up? From when you were a sophomore to now? More than ten years, have you never given up???"

Chang Xun sighed again and nodded.

Chang Le suddenly felt that Qi Jiamu's eyes had become more pitiful just now.

"Brother, you are so unfeeling." He sighed softly, "From the teens to the thirties, the best years of youth are spent with you, yet you treat him like this."

"I can't let go of the old Duan," Chang Xun said in a deep voice, "It's the same for many years. If I give him hope casually, but keep thinking about Jiuzhang in my heart, it will be more cruel to him."

Chang Le Moran, although what you said makes sense, but you have not given people hope for more than ten years, so they still wait until now?

He raised his eyes and glanced at Chang Xun, then saw the ring on his hand, and said, "Is this ring a token of love between Brother Jiuzhang and you?"

Chang Xun rubbed the ring again with his thumb, and said, "No, we bought it at a roadside stall when we went to the suburbs to play, and it cost only a few dozen dollars. I didn't expect that after that time..." He sighed again Tone, no more words.

Back at the villa, Chang Le felt lost, and pushed open the door. Gao Zhihan was using the computer. When he turned around and saw his expression, he was a little nervous, and hurriedly got up and asked, "What's wrong? What did your brother tell you?"

Chang Le opened his mouth, but didn't know where to start for a while, walked up to Gao Zhihan, put his arms around him, buried his head in his chest, and tears fell down his cheeks.

Gao Zhihan became more and more nervous, hugged him quickly, stroked his back and said, "It's okay, I'm still there. Do you want to cry or talk?"

"I want to...cry..."

"Okay, okay, cry, cry, it's okay, let's talk after crying."

Chang Le shed tears silently at first, then began to sob in a low voice, then cried out uncontrollably, and finally burst into tears, crying until he was deprived of oxygen, his face was a little numb, and he was sobbing and draining Only when she shed tears can she completely vent the grief in her heart.

Gao Zhihan silently handed him a piece of paper to wipe away his tears, and hugged him to comfort him from time to time, frowning slightly, really not knowing why he was so sad, and his face was full of anxiety.

Chang Le gradually calmed down, and began to recount the impermanent past of Chang Xun and Duan Jiuzhang, as well as Qi Jiamu, who was innocently involved in this tragedy. Talking, arousing the grief in his heart, he couldn't help crying again.

After finishing the speech intermittently, Gao Zhihan looked sad and angry, and said angrily: "This kind of parents! They are murderers without knowing it!"

Chang Le blew her nose, suddenly thought of Gao Zhihan's family, and asked in a strong nasal voice, "When you told your parents about us last time, didn't they agree?"

Gao Zhihan was taken aback, then quickly hugged Chang Le in his arms, and said, "Don't worry, my parents will never do that again, and I told you, even if they don't agree, they can't control me .”

Parents' approval, arrangements for going abroad, sources of expenses, and troubles in other places, Chang Le thought of all the problems that had been shelved before, and became more and more depressed.

Gao Zhihan seemed to have a feeling, and said: "Actually, before I came to record this show, I told them that I will always pretend to be gay in the show, even in front of them and under the camera. Pretending to be gay. They didn’t really want me to participate, but because of my dad’s illness, our family is in debt. It’s really hard. If I really win, I’ll pay all the expenses. It really can let everyone breathe a sigh of relief."

"So when I was with you on the show, my parents thought I was lying to you, and they also quietly avoided the camera to tell me not to do this. It was too unfair to you. In fact, at that time, my heart for you Already a little shaken, they persuade me so much, I can only fool around."

"On the day I was discharged from the hospital, my mother cooked a meal, and I drank some wine and made up my mind to tell the truth. At first they thought I was acting in front of the camera, but later they knew that I was serious, and the two of them went to bed. not talking anymore."

Chang Le listened quietly in his arms, although he knew that they still disagreed, but at least after hearing Duan Jiuzhang's story today, this 'disagreement' didn't sound like a big deal.

"For so many years, I have never let them worry about me, I have never caused trouble, and I have given up my favorite professional direction because of my father's illness, and I have been working part-time to make money when I have time. If there is any mistake, I also understand that they can't accept it for a while when they say such a thing."

"Actually, I said it at the time, and I didn't expect them to understand immediately. After all, our situation was still unstable at that time, and you still didn't believe me. I just thought that since I made this decision, I should let them know. You can take your time when it comes to digestion and reception.”

"But I didn't expect that my dad's reaction was very strong, saying that I shouldn't be allowed to come to this show in the first place, and that he might as well just die. Can I feel uncomfortable when you say this? My mom is also there Weeping on the sidelines, saying that I was finally discharged from the hospital, and as soon as my family calmed down, I started looking for trouble again."

"Really, I never thought that my parents would say this to me before, and then I realized that all the previous incidents were just because everyone was struggling to make ends meet and had no time to take care of more conflicts. So at that moment, all the conflicts I have had for so long All the grievances came up, I wanted to quarrel with them, but I was afraid that my father would not be able to bear it physically, so I had no choice but to put down my chopsticks and come back."

Chang Le sighed deeply, and said, "It's been two or three months since that day, do you guys still mention this?"

Gao Zhihan shook his head, "No, they won't ask, and I won't tell. But I've already made up my mind, I'm definitely going to find you, and no one can stop me."

After Chang Le heard this, he felt more and more that his stubborn energy was very similar to Duan Jiuzhang described by Chang Xun, and he became even more uneasy.

"I asked my colleagues who have been to study in the UK. They gave me a lot of advice, and also sent me a lot of strategies, links and so on. I just found out that we don't need to be separated for a year. I will directly apply for spring. Don’t you get it if you enroll!”

Hearing this, Chang Le's spirit suddenly lifted a lot. He looked up at Gao Zhihan and said, "Ah, that's right! I didn't think about spring enrollment before, and I just assumed it was autumn!"

The original one-year separation period was suddenly shortened to half a year, and Chang Le felt a lot happier.

"Then I saw a school's full-scholarship project. I should be able to apply if I work hard. The exam and agency fees will be a little more expensive, but my salary can also be afforded after graduation. In short, there is no problem. .”

The sudden change of will made Chang Le a little dazed, and tears were still shed on his face for Chang Xun Duan Jiuzhang. He couldn't believe that things between himself and Gao Zhihan could go so smoothly.

"What's wrong?" Gao Zhihan stared at him with round eyes, "Are you afraid that I will fool you?"

Chang Le blinked and blinked, "I just think... it went so smoothly."

Gao Zhihan smiled wryly, "Smooth? Three years of secret love, three years of breaking up friendship, half a year of playing tricks on each other, and another half year in different places, do you think this is going well? Besides, we have to win first to solve my dad's worries. OK."

Chang Le was taken aback. Hearing what he said, the two of them actually had twists and turns.

Gao Zhihan kissed him lightly on the forehead and said, "Okay, I promise, I will make you happy."

Chang Le was moved and nodded. The two embraced affectionately, but they didn't realize that the conversation just now passed through the machine in the corner and fell into Chang Xun's ears.