Coronation [Entertainment]

Xu Xian was running, he was running very fast, the scenery on both sides was constantly changing, his mood was anxious, and his movements were quick.

There was a gunshot in front of him, and his body and mind tensed up. He made a sharp turn, and in the bushes at the corner, he was suddenly hugged by a man at the waist. Because of the strong inertia, the man barely stopped him, but was led by him He had to stagger a few steps forward before barely stopping.

The man pulled Xu Xian into the bushes and covered his mouth.

"Shh, it's okay." The man's voice was very low, but it was still recognizable, gentle and shy, completely different from his tough methods.

Xu Xian raised his head and saw his face.

"Ah!"

He sat up from the bed all of a sudden, his head was covered with sweat.

Panting heavily, he groped subconsciously on the white sheet with his hands, and finally found his mobile phone.

It was a quarter past three in the morning.

He hasn't lived by himself for a long time, and he hasn't had such a dream for a long time. This dream is like a serial drama, and there are always some fragmented plots for him to do. Those things that have nothing to do with him are like a point reader, repeated over and over again. Playing back in his mind, forcing him to turn them into real dreams, to go through one by one, those heart-piercing memories.

It’s impossible to live in a large courtyard. There were once or twice in the first period of time, but every time he woke up, he could hear the snoring of those half-children who were about to tear through the roof. The noise of Ren'er's pain made him feel very safe, and as time passed, he no longer had such dreams.

"Huh..." Xu Xian kept taking deep breaths, and his beating heart gradually calmed down. He held the phone tightly, and in the middle of the night, in the desolate suburbs, he wanted to call him. his voice.

Ding ding dong ding dong.

The mobile phone rang a faint musical tone, which was a series of short rings like flowing water, and it was the prompt sound only when you paid special attention to friends sending messages.

He couldn't believe it, and turned the phone on his back, it was from Lin Zhen.

"Have a nightmare."

Did he have nightmares too?What kind of dream, is it related to family members, is it the deepest fear, the kind of dream that no matter how brave a man is when he is alone, he dare not touch it.

Xu Xian thought for a while, clicked on the video call, and was quickly connected.

"What are you doing? Still not asleep."

Lin Zhen was wearing home clothes, with disheveled hair and dark circles under his eyes. He finally had the temperament of a down-and-out uncle that he should have at his age. During the day, he was so delicate that Xu Xian suddenly felt that he looked like this. Very dear, even more beautiful than when dressed up.

"Are you crying?" Lin Zhen's voice came intermittently, and the signal in the suburbs was not so smooth.

"Hmm." Xu Xian reached out and touched the corners of his eyes, feeling a little tight, but he didn't notice it himself, and now he can no longer hide it.

"I'm afraid, I live by myself." Xu Xian said with a smile.

"Why don't I believe it?" Lin Zhen's voice sounded a little hoarse. He held the phone with one hand and turned his head away, as if he was looking for water. Sure enough, after a few seconds, he turned his face and raised his head. Neck took a sip of Evian.

"Why do you keep so many bottles of mineral water beside your bed?" Lin Zhen laughed before he finished asking himself. He already knew the answer, and he stacked many bottles of mineral water on his bedside before moving out. , he knew that he had the habit of getting up in the middle of the night to drink water.

"God, I'm afraid, I don't dare to sleep myself." Xu Xian looked at the screen calmly, his heart has stabilized now, as long as he sees him, he will be stable.

"Are there wolves on the mountain? What are you afraid of?"

"Then what are you afraid of?"

"I had a dream, do you remember? When we lived together at Director Kong's place, I had a nightmare. We even stole his bear." Lin Zhen said incoherently.

"I also dreamed and cried. It seems that the old saying is true."

"What old saying?" Lin Zhen seemed to be invigorated by him, took another sip of mineral water, and asked with great interest.

"Young couples come to accompany each other when they grow old."

"Who do you say is old?" Lin Zhen's tone became serious.

"Never old or old, the male god is always young, so let's be husband and wife first, okay?" Xu Xian said with a smile.

"I'm sleepy." Lin Zhen didn't answer his question, but it could be seen that he was really tired, his beautiful phoenix eyes blurred, if it was morning, it would be enough to make Xu Xian completely excited, but this time After a while, he was so sleepy that his eyelids began to fight.

"Sleep then?"

"I don't dare to sleep alone." Lin Zhen looked at him with squinted eyes, as if he was on Sina Weibo, and always wanted to check it again before going to bed.

"Then what should I do? How about...sleep with the video on?"

"Are you burning money?" Lin Zhen glared at him. He remembered that Kong Jiawen's cabin hadn't installed wifi yet. How much would it cost a night if only relying on the signal?

"Brother Jiawen has a signal at home." Xu Xian smiled, completely unable to see that he was lying.

"Hmm." Lin Zhen thought for a while, but he didn't say anything, but he didn't object either, and put the phone on the stand beside the bed.

"Can you see me?"

"Well, you close your eyes, I talk to you, and you fall asleep."

Lin Zhen opened his eyes again, flicked a few strands of soft hair on his forehead to the camera, and combed them back with his hands, revealing a smooth forehead and deep eyebrows.

After more than ten years of honing his camera sense, he is completely natural. Even in a completely bare-faced state, he is unbelievably handsome.

"Foul you."

"No, my hair is a bit long, I can't sleep well with my eyes covered, so you should lie down too." Lin Zhen said.

"My feet are cold and I can't sleep."

When they slept together before, Xu Xian would sometimes put his feet into Lin Zhen's bed and touch his calf. He was awake, because his hot body was conditioned to feel the cool touch. I struggled sexually, but never resisted, nor said anything.

Xu Xian's legs have poor meridians, and his toes are always cold. He can adjust his pulse to warm his body, but recently he is always greedy for the warmth of the human body, which cannot be replaced by any other heating facilities. It is warm and soft. , with the vitality flowing from his blood, it spread from his toes to his heart, and his whole body was warm.

"There's nothing I can do."

"Let's do a crowdfunding."

"What kind of crowdfunding?" Lin Zhen's voice was intermittent, as if he was half asleep.

"Lin Zhen's doll, with body temperature as a pillow, will definitely sell well."

"Well, okay, I'll give you one when I make it."

"No, I want the original."

"..."

Lin Zhen opened his eyes for the last time, glared at him, smiled again, and fell asleep directly.

Looking at Lin Zhen's sleeping face, Xu Xian gradually became less sleepy. From the other end of the network, his even and calm breathing was heard very slightly. Feel warm and safe.

Because of his family relationship, his secondary school period was quite long. Even now, there are writers who still have the instinct to criticize society in their bones. Sometimes they see mass media reproduce some family disputes caused by leftover men and women, and second children. I can't understand why so many parents want their children to get married early.

Now he looked at Lin Zhen through the screen, and suddenly found that many things in life, once you have someone who shares your heart with you, it is not so difficult to accept. Those once pure hatred and frustration , in front of this person, gradually became insignificant, just a past event, no longer an untouchable scar.

He also seems to want to start a family. During the period when the wild fans were silently licking the screen, he didn't even dare to think about it, but now, he not only dared to think about it, but also dared to do it.

Xu Xian thought wildly, and burst out laughing. He quickly covered his lips, turned off the microphone of the video, took out a pen and paper, got up from the bed, turned over, lay down on the thick pillow and started Codeword.

He suddenly knew what he wanted to write. This is an adventure story. A young examinee repeated his studies for a year. In order to avoid modern facilities, he lived alone in a monastery on a mountain under the arrangement of his parents. There is no incense, only a sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk told him that he could go out for a walk after dinner, but he had to come back before midnight, otherwise he would close the mountain gate, and no matter what excuse the young man had, he would never open the gate again.

The young man is a rich second generation. He is in the period of rebellion. He is very dissatisfied with the arrangement of his parents, so he often does some strange things to test the limits of the sweeping monk. However, the monk is very gentle. Won't be really mad until one day.

The young man didn't come back on time, and deliberately hid in the bushes outside the mountain gate, and waited until the evening drum in the monastery sounded sad and desolate.

The young man suddenly panicked. He had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he still suppressed the fear in his heart. He went forward to knock on the door in a leisurely manner, but he never knocked on the door again.

The surrounding scenery is constantly changing. The original mountain temple disappeared, leaving only a ruined well. The poisonous insects and beasts dormant in the grass showed their true colors, and the tigers came out, threatening the lives of young people.

Carrying half of the dry food left over from dinner, he started his journey to find the temple in the midst of life-and-death struggles.

Perhaps this is a story of finding faith. This young patient needs to face many inner demons, constantly explore them, and slowly splice the broken soul into a new and complete self.

After Xu Xian finished typing the outline, it was dawn.

In the video, Lin Zhen turned over, as if he was going to sleep for a while.

Xu Xian looked at him for a while, and wrote down the name of the script in his notebook, "The Young Don Quixote".

Young Don Quixote, I would like to be your Sancho Panza. I am not handsome or tall, but I believe everything you say.