Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

32.

The wind and rain at two o'clock in the morning gradually subsided, and the water droplets on the glass windows reflected the bright lights in the room.

Fang Zhixing followed Zhong Siyuan's butt like a tail from the moment he entered the door, his eyes were swollen, and he never stopped talking.

Zhong Siyuan boiled water, and he handed him a cup.

Zhong Siyuan took the pills, and he went to read the instructions.

When Zhong Siyuan went to the bathroom, he stood by the door.

Zhong Siyuan was so speechless, he pushed Fang Zhixing's shoulder to see off the guests, Fang Zhixing didn't follow his will, after all he was learning to dance, he twisted his body as nimbly as a fish, and pushed Zhong Siyuan on the sofa with his backhand.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

I asked this sentence no less than ten times.

Zhong Siyuan opened his mouth, and just about to make a sound, Fang Zhixing covered him with a slap.

"Don't talk if you feel uncomfortable." Fang Zhixing turned around to test the temperature of the water, and brought the cup over, "I think you will leave after taking the medicine, so I won't disturb your rest."

The medicine Zhong Siyuan took was throat-relief tablets, which seemed to cure pharyngitis.

Fang Zhixing watched him take the medicine: "Why is the pharyngitis so serious, will it be better tomorrow?"

Zhong Siyuan nodded.

In fact, Fang Zhixing had a guess in his mind that Zhong Siyuan's voice was completely hoarse just by smoking, and even flying would be affected. Such vocal cords obviously couldn't support him to sing rock.

Fang Zhixing's palms rubbed back and forth on the trouser legs, warming the upper and lower skins.

Zhong Siyuan took the medicine, put the water glass on the coffee table, and made a sound of "dang".

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but want to inquire, he looked at Zhong Siyuan, his lips tightened to reveal anxiety: "Brother Yuan..."

Zhong Siyuan's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Fang Zhixing asked him softly: "Does it have something to do with your voice if you don't sing?"

The room suddenly fell into silence, as if to match the atmosphere, the autumn rain that had been fading just now began to fall again, crackling and beating on the glass windows, making people confused.

There was a chill in Zhong Siyuan's body, like a cold wind sweeping through the proud cedar, and the fine shards of ice fell all over the ground.

Fang Zhixing frowned, put his palm on Zhong Siyuan's knee, and shook him gently: "Brother Yuan?"

He only needs to nod, or shake his head, and he can even persuade himself to remain silent with reasons why he cannot speak.

But Zhong Siyuan took Fang Zhixing's hand away, and said hoarsely: "It's late, go back to sleep."

His voice was like a bellows, leaking everywhere, and every word was like a tiny needle piercing Fang Zhixing's heart.

He understood that Zhong Siyuan didn't want to mention it, but his evasive answer proved everything.

Fang Zhixing's heart sank to the bottom.

This man, who graduated from a prestigious American music school, set a sales record with his first Chinese album, and made a sensation in the entertainment circle by quitting the music scene, was forced to find another way when he was supposed to be a master in the world of his dreams.

Zhong Siyuan's attitude was very tough, the frozen shell was hard to pry, Fang Zhixing felt that he was swallowing the bitter fruit alone.

"Brother Yuan."

The raindrops flowed into the river silently, blurring the colorful reflections on the river surface.

Fang Zhixing leaned closer and embraced the man with "resistance" written all over his face with open arms.

He buried his head on the side of Zhong Siyuan's neck, and found that his limbs were a little bit stiff, so he hugged him even harder.

"Brother Yuan," Fang Zhixing called out the old title, persistently wanting to heat up this frost-covered body, "you hug me and I'll go to sleep."

Cracks suddenly appeared on the hard ice layer, and the gaps continued to expand and stretch until the end of the snowfield, suddenly cracking and shattering.

Softened by Fang Zhixing's body temperature, Zhong Siyuan sighed almost helplessly. After a while, he stretched out his right hand and hugged him back.

·

On the second day of filming, Fang Zhixing kept asking about his health, serving tea and water, and nothing happened to Lin Manman.

Zhong Siyuan's voice was still hoarse, it felt worse than the day before yesterday, and he spoke out of breath.

Chen Hua was afraid that he would make something wrong, so he allowed him to speak in a low voice, anyway, he would have to dub later.

But Fang Zhixing was more uncomfortable. The voice, like sandpaper, was grinding in his ears and eyes.

Zhong Siyuan usually doesn't talk much, his voice is like a mute, and he doesn't talk to anyone lazily.

Fang Zhixing was fully armed after the show, and went to buy pear soup for him in person against the crowd/flow, as well as Luo Han Guo, Chuanbei Pipa Gao, and candied dates. If conditions did not allow him, he could cook Cordyceps and Duck Soup for Zhong Siyuan here !

He went to Zhong Siyuan with a big bag full of things, and stared at him to finish the pear soup.

Zhong Siyuan ate so little for dinner that he couldn't eat more after half a pear.

Fang Zhixing finished the other half, thought it was delicious, and said, "I'll buy it for you tomorrow!"

Lin Manman answered in a very sensible way: "Farewell, Teacher Fang, what do you want me to do after you have done everything? If you are photographed, let's not leave the hotel."

Fang Zhixing thought it made sense, so he reported the address to Lin Manman and asked her to buy the whole crew tomorrow.

After confessing, Lin Manman went back to sleep.

Fang Zhixing lingered and refused to leave, feeling entangled.

He poked Zhong Siyuan's thigh: "Hey, apart from filming today, you didn't say a word to me."

I'm a little depressed, obviously yesterday it was still a unilateral cold war with him, and in a blink of an eye I couldn't even communicate normally.

"Mr. Zhong, how are you feeling?"

Zhong Siyuan nodded.

I almost lost my voice and still have such a good mood, probably because I took good care of myself.

Fang Zhixing took the initiative to take credit for his body, crossed his legs, and moved his buttocks to Zhong Siyuan's side.

"Then let me sing you another song!"

Zhong Siyuan shrugged his shoulders, expressing that he was all ears.

Fang Zhixing took out his mobile phone to find the lyrics, and ordered Zhong Siyuan to also take out his mobile phone, and he wanted to use it as a microphone.

Zhong Siyuan was very cooperative.

When the music started, Fang Zhixing twisted and sang, "You ignored me all day today..."

"The mood has become super bad."

Zhong Siyuan laughed when he heard him sing the first line. Fang Zhixing is so cute even when he complains.

"I think I'm not good enough to take good care of you. I'm not an amazing weather forecaster. I want to be SpongeBob SquarePants to make you laugh."

After he finished singing, he threw himself on Zhong Siyuan and struck while the iron was hot: "Mr. Zhong, do you think I'm alright?"

Zhong Siyuan didn't speak or nod, but held up Fang Zhixing's palm and wrote stroke by stroke: "Okay."

With yesterday afternoon's hug, Fang Zhixing let go a lot and was a lot bolder. He leaned back and put his head on Zhong Siyuan's thigh: "Then why don't you hurry up and make me a regular?"

Zhong Siyuan pinched his face, and he was also very talkative, and repeated the English poem in his bellows-like voice.

"..."

This time Fang Zhixing didn't even understand "Iloveu"!

·

Zhong Siyuan's voice finally recovered after three days. At the same time, the endless rain in Chongqing also stopped, and the sky finally cleared up.

Fang Zhixing was filming at a bookstore near Jiefangbei. The crew recruited a lot of extras, signed a non-disclosure agreement in advance, took away his mobile phone, and blocked the scene when the filming started.

Since Lin Manman was ordered to silence her on the front line, CP fans haven't heard the news for a while. As soon as the Reuters photo was posted, Fang Zhixing quickly became a trending search.

"Siqing Husband and Wife" has become popular recently, and the topic discussion volume is very high.But after all, it is male and female cp, not mainstream, and it is inevitable to attract criticism for dominating hot searches one after another. Some netizens have already begun to question Fang Zhixing's binding of Zhong Siyuan to buy hot searches.

Zhong Siyuan's frequency of playing with his mobile phone has increased significantly recently, so he contacted Shang Jie during filming and asked her to find someone to suppress the heat.

Shang Jie thought that he had lost his way and found his way back, so she said earnestly: "You know that bundling marketing is powerful, you have to keep a distance from him in the future, only fans are your god."

After hearing this, Zhong Siyuan asked back in a voice that had just recovered and was a little heavy: "Don't tell me I won't fall in love in the future?"

Shang Jie was taken aback by the question, even though Zhong Siyuan's sexual orientation had been reported to her early in the morning, she was still a little shocked: "Zhong Siyuan, are you serious?"

Zhong Siyuan didn't say a word, it was his default.

Shang Jie digested it with difficulty, and said: "Really falling in love is two different things, but which celebrity will announce their relationship when their career is on the rise? Isn't this forcing people to lose their fans? And you are not a relationship recognized by the mainstream..."

"So in order to stabilize my fans and get others to recognize me, even if I am in a relationship, I have to lie to them that I am single? This is not fair to any party."

Shang Jie has never been able to persuade Zhong Siyuan, he has his own set of ideas and concepts, so he can only bite the bullet and say: "What fairness do you want to say in this circle?"

Zhong Siyuan's voice has just recovered, and he speaks very slowly, so there is a bit of persuasion: "True fans will not put their thoughts on idols, fans who pour their likes and dislikes on idols, what they love is not The idol himself, but a perfect fantasy created by them. I have never been a perfect person. This circle is destined to be stared at by many pairs of eyes, so I try to show my best side to them. They like me and support me ok, But it does not mean that is the real me, nor does it mean that I have to live a life according to their wishes. I hope to convey my views to them as correctly as possible, and guide them to do more meaningful things, but the premise of all these is It shouldn't be me, idols are not the masters of their lives, they are themselves."

"Similarly, I am also the master of my own life. I don't want to and don't need to show my private life to satisfy the curiosity of others, but I have the responsibility to give the greatest respect to those I care about within a limited range."

Zhong Siyuan looked at Fang Zhixing who was walking the show, and said slowly: "If we are destined to lose sight of the light, then I am willing to be the one who lights the torch."

·

On the way back to the hotel, Fang Zhixing opened a certain treasure to check the logistics information, and then said to Zhong Siyuan: "Mr. Zhong, the pot I bought is coming soon."

Zhong Siyuan raised his head from the screen, his cold face showed some incomprehension: "What did you buy?"

"Wok." Fang Zhixing showed him the phone, "It's plugged in, it's an artifact in the dormitory."

Zhong Siyuan stared at it, and felt that Fang Zhixing was a little energetic: "Aren't you tired from filming every day?"

"What do you know?" Fang Zhixing rolled his eyes at him, and said awkwardly, "You can't eat many things in the box lunch ordered by the crew, and the takeaway is not hygienic. I think you have lost weight recently."

Zhong Siyuan said: "It's too troublesome."

"No trouble, it's such a simple thing to cook. In the future, when Xiaoman buys vegetables, I will cook. I will eat rice noodles for breakfast and pear soup for dinner. I also bought a heated lunch box to bring you lunch." Fang Zhixing said Then I turned to the phone again, "I have to think about a healthy recipe, and I will cook it for you every day."

"Qingqing..."

"Don't object, objection is invalid, I bought everything."

It was getting dark, and the street lights beside the road flickered past, reflecting Fang Zhixing's resolute profile.

Zhong Siyuan held the back of his head, rubbed him gently, and realized that he was first attracted to Fang Zhixing, not because of his good-looking appearance, nor because of his moving dancing posture, it was just the most common and simple little things, so trivial, cleaning , Cooking, full of cooking smoke and dust, but it is the most real life.

Fang Zhixing is like a pool of water, seemingly plain and pure, but penetrates into his life pervasively, overflowing in his heart bit by bit.Let him be sweet when he likes it, bitter when he misses it, and painful when he loses it.

Zhong Siyuan remembered that the first time he really noticed Fang Zhixing was a month after joining the company.

Although they lived under the same roof at that time, Zhong Siyuan was extremely indifferent to Fang Zhixing. He was not a character who was easy to open his heart.

Fang Zhixing abided by the tasks assigned by his manager and dangled in front of him all day long. This man was an optimist, and he was very good at reading people's faces. Zhong Siyuan became impatient several times, and he kept beeping in his ear. Like a noisy parrot.

When Zhong Siyuan first arrived, because he was too cold and was airborne, there were always people in the company gossiping about him, saying that he had a background, had a big temper, and liked to put on airs.Zhong Siyuan knew it all, but he didn't bother to explain, his mouth grows on other people, so he can think whatever he likes.

If Zhong Siyuan is not liked by others, then Fang Zhixing and him are two extremes.Fang Zhixing has a good personality and is lively and playful. The seniors in the company like him very much, so everyone always loves to speak ill of Zhong Siyuan to him.

Zhong Siyuan didn't know how many people Fang Zhixing had heard talking about him behind his back, there should be a lot, but Fang Zhixing never told him.

Later, Zhong Siyuan passed by the practice room once, and overheard Fang Zhixing talking to others at the door.At that time, Fang Zhixing was only twenty, and he didn't know how to quarrel with others very much, and he was very aggressive when he was angry.

Through the transparent glass of the practice room, Zhong Siyuan saw Fang Zhixing confronting others with a blushing face and a thick neck.

The other party may have said something unpleasant first, Fang Zhixing said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense! Zhong Siyuan is my roommate, he is very nice!"

Zhong Siyuan didn't listen to the follow-up, turned around and left.

He thought, why did Fang Zhixing have the confidence to say such a thing, they were roommates, but they had only a few effective exchanges, and he didn't even put on a good face for Fang Zhixing.

So that night, Zhong Siyuan took the initiative to say the first sentence since they met.

"In the practice room today, I heard you arguing with others."

Fang Zhixing flustered as if being caught by a pigtail, for fear that Zhong Siyuan would hear those bad things: "Ah, that person is talking nonsense, don't worry about it, and I've already scolded him for you!"

"I don't know what he said, I only heard what you said." Zhong Siyuan looked at Zhixing with cold eyes and questioned, "You think I'm a good person after only a few words with me?"

Zhong Siyuan's tone was not kind, even aggressive.But Fang Zhixing didn't feel that he was being targeted at all, instead he smiled at him: "That's all?"

Back then, Fang Zhixing was eager and lively, and jumped in front of Zhong Siyuan, pointing to his eyes: "Because of this."

He said, "Because there is light in your eyes."

Thinking back now, Zhong Siyuan can't remember what his reaction was at that time, only the eyes of the other party Zhixing at that time are engraved in his heart.

He saw himself in those eyes, not only with light, but with twinkling stars.