After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

Half a month later, the opening ceremony of the film festival started. The Shanghai Film Festival has a high gold content in China. Although it is not as good as the three gold medals, it can still rank among the top professional awards.

Cheng Jianyu's custom-made suit was just delivered to him on the same day. Because he was in a hurry, he didn't have time to change it. He carried it to Zhong Lunian's nanny car. There was ample space in the car. The clean back, with deep lines running through the back, is like the Red Sea divided by Moses with a scepter, beautiful and beautiful.

Zhong Lunian was stunned, watching him put on the sleeves of his new shirt, button it slowly from top to bottom, smiled and shook his head, "Xiao Yu, it's a good thing I'm not gay, if I were gay, wouldn't you be happy together ?”

"What's so interesting about this?" Cheng Jianyu pulled down his shirt, not thinking there was anything interesting about it.

Zhong Lunian exaggerated the sound of "tsk", and analyzed it quite seriously, "To be honest, if you had changed your orientation, your heartbeat would have been over a hundred in the scene just now. I really can't imagine how Jiang Yan was willing to break up with you. "

Cheng Jianyu smiled softly, took out the bottle of hairspray, sprayed it on the palm of his hand, and scratched his hair casually, "Thank you, but you are exaggerating, I have nothing special."

Zhong Lunian disagrees. He thinks that Cheng Jianyu in gay is like a girl with long legs, thin skin, fair appearance and huge wealth in the heterosexual mate selection market. First of all, she has strong business ability and looks good. Shun, the most important thing is that although he is gay, he doesn't have any feminine feeling.

Zhong Lunian sometimes feels that Cheng Jianyu is quite a man, not that he is masculine or tough, but that he behaves in the world and treats others in a convincing way.

Cheng Jianyu and the creative team of "Please Kill Me Gentlely" walked the red carpet together. The comparison was terrible. Everyone laughed at themselves. They were obviously not a few years older than Cheng Jianyu. , Become this uncle, it's really annoying to compare people to others.

"Entertainment Chase" missed the film festival due to the recent scandal.

The big venue was full of well-dressed and well-dressed elites in the industry. The redder the seats, the closer to the front. The first two rows of clear-colored popular actresses and young students, Jiang Yan sat in the special guest seat in the first row, and his temperament was out of place for everyone present. , with deep arched eyebrows, and sharp eyelids that don't need to be used for expression. They have a three-point fierce look, even if they wear a suit and tie, they don't look like a kind person.

What's more, he has a cold face at this moment, with his hands on his shoulders, the stubble on the top of his head is stubborn and arrogant, standing upright, and the words "Keep away from strangers" are written all over his body.

Cheng Jianyu and his eyes collided across the crowd, Cheng Jianyu smiled slightly, touched and left, looked elsewhere, but could feel that Jiang Yan's eyes were firmly fixed on him, walking with him, without relaxing at all.

Zhong Yingdi, who brought his family with him, was seated in the third row. Because of the absence of director Guang Yixian, Cheng Jianyu was lucky to be able to sit with the actor. I can't walk in the aisle, and I can't even say hello.

Cheng Jianyu spent the time quietly leaning on a chair, behind his back he made a few tepid little stars, maybe he didn't know Cheng Jianyu from the back of his head, so he chatted with his voice down.

"Jiang Yan looked straight here, he wouldn't have taken a fancy to you, would he?"

"He likes men, he must have taken a fancy to you."

"Ah! Then his assistant asked me what to do if I want WeChat, should I give it a work account or a personal account?"

"Of course it's a private account. If you can coax him to write songs for you, you'll be sitting in the first row next year."

Cheng Jianyu pressed his elbow on the armrest with one hand, and his posture was comfortable and loose. Based on his understanding of Jiang Yan, he could write songs according to his mood and whatever he wanted, and coaxing him would only annoy him.

The voice behind him suddenly rose, and he shouted in surprise: "He is here! He doesn't want my WeChat right now, does he?"

"Brother, calm down, show your trademark smile, and capture him!"

"Ah...he's here."

Cheng Jianyu remained motionless until a tall and wide shadow fell in front of him, blocking the dim light in the venue, then he raised his head and looked at Jiang Yan indifferently.

Since seeing Wen Yijun last time, he hasn't seen Jiang Yan for a while. If he didn't see the nanny delivering food to the neighbor, he even thought Jiang Yan would have moved away long ago.

Jiang Yan put one hand in the pocket of his suit pants and raised his jaw, "Cheng Jianyu, I have something to ask you."

The passionate discussion behind them fell silent, leaving a place of embarrassment.

Cheng Jianyu turned his head away, kept quiet, and asked with his eyes.

Jiang Yan sat next to him, and casually pulled up the armrest of the isolated seat, putting his warm and firm arms against Cheng Jianyu, "What did my mother tell you?"

"It's nothing."

"You are quite capable, say that I pester you."

"Did I say something wrong?" Cheng Jianyu raised his arms and opened the distance.

Jiang Yan scanned his sensitive movements, turned his face away and looked at the printed wall, "I haven't pestered you recently, how are you and your Mr. Wen doing?"

Cheng Jianyu straightened his back and stood upright, avoiding any physical contact with him, "It's too early for you to have a banquet, if you want to attend a wedding, you can do it yourself first."

"I can't do it, everyone knows that you dumped me, who the hell is in love with me now." Jiang Yan turned his neck to see him guarding against death, sneered, turned his head towards him, and said slowly in a deep voice: "What can I do to you in public? You really think you..."

Cheng Jianyu looked at him, and killed Jiang Yan's remaining words with cold eyes. After the entertainment was over, Zhong Lunian, who had completed the interpersonal and social tasks, came late, and found that the seat with his name was taken by an uninvited guest. Looking at Cheng Jianyu, then at Jiang Yan, sighed and said, "My name is posted on your seat."

Jiang Yan rarely smiled at him, looked at Zhong Lunian, put his hands behind his back casually, tore off the name tag, and handed it to Zhong Lunian, "Let's change seats, I'm going to sit here today."

Cheng Jianyu immediately stood up from the seat, "I'm going to the bathroom."

After he finished speaking, he walked down the steps without looking back. Zhong Lunian was stunned and couldn't understand what was going on. The smile on Jiang Yan's face disappeared suddenly, and he got up and strode away with him.

The film festival covers the entire magnificent theater, the corridors covered with red carpets are winding like a labyrinth, the rich wall lamps are bright and bright, and the beautiful promotional posters of the film festival are hung on the walls.

The man in the uniform of a waiter with a work badge was stunned when he saw him, "Gentlemen, I'm sorry, but the toilet pipes on our floor are blocked. I'll take you to the VIP toilet."

Cheng Jianyu didn't want to be convenient, but just wanted to find a clean place to chat with Jiang Yan. When he turned his head, Jiang Yan put his hands in his pockets, looking idly, and Cheng Jianyu nodded absent-mindedly.

The waiter led them up the first flight of stairs. The second floor looked like a room for actors to put on makeup and rest. When they walked to the room at the end of the corridor, the waiter unscrewed the door and made a gesture of inviting them in.

Perhaps it was because at the last moment, the bright lights were on in the room in broad daylight. Cheng Jianyu had just walked in the door when he heard a "click" sound behind him. Startled, he didn't expect him to react so quickly. He grabbed the doorknob with both hands and pulled it forward to lock the door. Jiang Yan remained motionless, staring at him viciously, and resisted him with brute strength.

The wooden door creaked under the contest between the two forces. Without hesitation, Cheng Jianyu stood behind Jiang Yan's wide back, stretched his hands into the narrow door crack, and held the door frame. At this time, if he spoke at this time, he would lose his energy, and none of the three would come out. Voice.

Even though the waiter occupies an advantageous location, the strength of two people is stronger than one. Seeing that the door frame was about to open, Jiang Yan cursed in a low voice, his breath fluttering, "You let go, he took out the knife."

The hard ones can't do it horizontally, and the horizontal ones can't do it with a knife. The waiter swung the knife and got his wish. There was a loud "bang" and the door was locked.

After a few minutes, the corridor outside was quiet and silent.

The two of them looked at each other, neither of them spoke.

Jiang Yan adjusted his breathing, held the doorknob, and twisted it hard, but there was no response, his face was gloomy and terrifying, "Damn, it's locked outside."

Cheng Jianyu quickly realized that he didn't believe this evil, pushed Jiang Yan away with his elbow, and tried his best to twist the doorknob, but it didn't move. Can't be unscrewed.

He took a deep breath and walked into the room. This was an ordinary lounge with a few spare chairs piled up and a thick roll of carpet. It was dusty everywhere. No one had been here for a long time.

Cheng Jianyu pulled open the floor-to-ceiling curtains, trying to see if he could go out through the window, but... there was a white wall behind the curtains, and there were no windows at all. No wonder the lights were on in broad daylight. He lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Jiang Yan, what have you been doing lately?" Have you offended anyone?"

"Only others offend me, not me." Jiang Yan squatted down to study the stool, trying to remove a stool leg to smash the door.

Cheng Jianyu also walked over, turned over the stool with one hand to facilitate his research, and said softly, "That's what I offended."

Either Jiang Yan or him, the waiter's words and deeds just now were clearly bribed.

It's just that he couldn't figure it out, what good would it do to keep him here?

Jiang Yan raised his eyes to look at him, his pupils constricted, his lips were pursed stiffly, who dares to lock Cheng Jianyu here?

Cheng Jianyu avoided his gaze and asked in a low voice, "Can it be removed?"

Jiang Yan roughly disassembled a solid wooden stool leg, and smashed the door lock fiercely dozens of times. Both of them underestimated the quality of the theater door lock and wooden door. These two things are more stubborn than Nokia mobile phones. Under the circumstances, he just stood still, as stable as Mount Tai.

"You take a break, I'll try." Cheng Jianyu stretched out his hand.

Jiang Yan didn't give it to him, and rubbed his sore wrists, "Save your energy, I will go out and save face for your actor brother."

Cheng Jianyu was not in the mood to listen to his eccentricity, and looked around the room, "Have you brought your mobile phone?"

Jiang Yan glanced at him, "If I brought it with me, would I smash the door for so long?"

For serious and formal occasions such as the awards show, the mobile phones are all handed over to the assistants and drivers for safekeeping.

Cheng Jianyu's thin eyelids drooped slightly, and his expression was a little helpless. Jiang Yan put down the stool legs against the wall, pulled a good chair, took off his suit jacket neatly, and threw the dust on it, "Sit down and have a rest, my assistant and the driver are not eating. Cooking, the situation is not as bad as you think."

"No need." Cheng Jianyu stood where he was, still looking lukewarm.

Jiang Yan sat down on his own, reached out his hand to take out the cigarette and lighter from the pocket of the suit that fell on the side of the chair, smoked one, put it in his mouth, and was about to light it, Cheng Jianyu suddenly interrupted him, "Don't smoke."

Jiang Yan squinted at him, broke off the cigarette, and threw it into the cigarette case, "Okay."

Cheng Jianyu turned his head, looked in the direction of the door, and said lightly, "Jiang Yan, take care of your voice."

Jiang Yan silently looked at his clear-cut side face, said "hmm" in a low voice, lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, remained silent for a while, then raised his head to look at him again, "Understood, I will quit smoking after I leave this door."

Cheng Jianyu is very different from before. He is neither gentle nor sensible. He is cold like a sharp knife. He speaks with a gun and a stick. It is annoying, but the strange thing is that this kind of Cheng Jianyu is more attractive to Jiang Yan than before. Cheng Jianyu Smiling or not, he sits and stands with ease, beside other people, in the crowd, he is calm and calm, not surprised by favor or insult.

Jiang Yan especially likes the vigor in him, more than ever before, he is willing to listen to whatever Cheng Jianyu says, it's just that human nature is cheap.

Cheng Jianyu thought about it carefully, and said seriously: "I won't move, so if you have had enough fun, move as soon as possible."

Just after saying this sentence, the overhead light flickered twice, like a dying butterfly flapping its wings, accompanied by the sound of sizzling, the room fell into boundless darkness.

Someone pulled the switch.

Cheng Jianyu held his breath for an instant and closed his eyes, but the darkness quietly penetrated into his heart like a ghost. Even if he couldn't see it, he could still feel it. He relaxed his breath, trying to regain his calmness and reason, but the chilly air penetrated into his lungs At the head, the airflow encroached on the limbs and bones, and a strange yet familiar wave of fear hit the defense of reason.

This is not the first time this kind of experience has happened. Cheng Jianyu once tried to suppress and overcome it, but was defeated every time.

He didn't even know what he was afraid of. He was no longer that fragile and fragile boy. He felt his fingertips tremble slightly, his mind was dizzy, and the surrounding blackness turned into a terrifying giant, which continued to expand like a blown balloon. Soon to crush him, he must escape from this place.

Now, right now, right now.

Cheng Jianyu heard footsteps getting closer, stopped in front of him, touched his face with a warm hand, Jiang Yan asked him casually: "Did you hear that?"

He felt the warm cheeks under his hands trembling, and his rapid breathing was irregular. He was stunned, and asked with a light smile: "Cheng Jianyu, are you cold?"

He didn't get any response, he groped in the dark, and put his hands lightly on Cheng Jianyu's waist, only to realize that not only his face, but his whole body was trembling, the thin muscles in his waist were tense and stiff, Cheng Jianyu's voice was hard and astringent, with obvious Trembling, "Stay away from me, I...it's fine."

Is this fucking okay?

After saying this, his accumulated luck was consumed, as if he couldn't support his body, he curled up and squatted down, like a small animal in danger, trying to shrink his body size as much as possible to avoid being discovered by the prey.

He was breathing quickly. This inhalation method would make the lungs more burdened. Regardless of Jiang Yan, he squatted down, put his hands under his arms, and hugged him tightly. Cheng Jianyu reflexively wanted to shrink back, but He was hugged even tighter.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Yan asked anxiously.

Cheng Jianyu shook his head in confusion, his heart was thumping, and he seemed to jump up and down his throat. He wanted to push Jiang Yan away, but his whole body was weak, and his hands were shaking too much. When he touched Jiang Yan's hard shoulder, he subconsciously wanted to hug him. He retracted his hand, moved it to his lips, and bit the back of his hand fiercely, trying to fight for the right to reason with sharp pain.

"Fuck, why are you biting yourself?" Jiang Yan smelled a faint smell of iron, pinched his cheeks hard, and forced him to open his mouth. The skin under his thumb and forefinger was sweating thinly. Because of hyperventilation, his entire jaw seemed to lose control Trembling, Cheng Jianyu's voice changed, "Let me go!"

Jiang Yan let go of his cheeks, and reached out to his lips, "Bite me, don't bite yourself."

There was a bit of unruly tobacco smell in the cold breath, Cheng Jianyu's lips touched the warm skin, and he bit it desperately, like a very hungry cub encountering food, his teeth were locked tightly, and he would not let go, Jiang Yan He reflexively wanted to shake off, moved a little, Cheng Jianyu bit even tighter, the rapid breathing in his throat was like a storm, he immediately gave up, forcibly held back the severe pain, and patted Cheng Jianyu's back with the other hand, his voice was hoarse and distressed, "What are you doing? What's wrong?"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yan suddenly thought of something, and the blood in his whole body congealed instantly, but the scorching summer was like nine cold winters, his whole body was stiff, and he asked hurriedly: "Are you afraid of the dark?"

Cheng Jianyu couldn't answer his question, and his body's violent reaction had already answered it for him.

Jiang Yan opened his eyes wide, trying to see his face clearly, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness. He asked again in a daze, like asking Cheng Jianyu, or himself, "Are you afraid of the dark?"

He remembered the party in three years, the sudden power outage, and Cheng Jianyu pestering him, begging him to stay with him pitifully, but he was busy seeing off his friends, so he threw away Cheng Jianyu's hand in boredom.

Later... Cheng Jianyu jumped from the window on the second floor, dragged his broken leg, and sat alone under the streetlight.

Cheng Jianyu must have been very scared at the time, right?Afraid to jump out of the window to escape the darkness...

He hugged Cheng Jianyu deeply, smelling the familiar white tea shampoo smell of Cheng Jianyu, his body in his arms was sweating thinly, and every time he shivered, it was like a heavy hammer hitting his chest, making his limbs numb and his heart aching. The knife cut was so painful that I couldn't even feel the pain in my hand.

If he stayed that night, would the result be different?

If he stayed, would it be like planting a seed in Cheng Jianyu's heart, there would be no substitute, no little uncle, only each other from now on.

But he didn't, and destroyed the sprout with his own hands. From then on, the rose withered, dried up, and died.

He strangled the rose with his own hands.