Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

5.

After a strong song, the venue heated up again, and a new round of toasting began.

Zhong Siyuan sat down beside Fang Zhixing, and he sang a song. It was hot now, and he couldn't help loosening his neckline.

Fang Zhixing was already in a daze, drunk and cowardly, he handed him a drink.

Seeing Zhong Siyuan keep his eyes down, he explained: "It's not wine, it's grape juice."

Zhong Siyuan took it, pinched the end of the goblet, and asked, "How much did you drink?"

Fang Zhixing slowly recalled that when Zhong Siyuan sang, he didn't seem to stop much.He drank too much, he couldn't face, and he spoke normally, looking extremely calm: "Not much, three glasses."

Zhong Siyuan looked at the wine bottle in Fang Zhixing's hand.

Fang Zhixing said with a grin, "You know, I drink very well."

Zhong Siyuan frowned as if being pricked by a needle, the familiarity revealed in these words made him bored.He lowered his head and sniffed the glass of so-called "grape juice", and became more determined to know that he drank too much.

The banquet lasted until early in the morning, and many people collapsed when it was over.

Zhong Siyuan stuffed Fang Zhixing, who was wandering on the road, into the car. This man was in a daze, thinking that he was getting into the car of the film crew, but he articulated very clearly, and said in a straight voice, "Take me to the Begonia Garden, please."

Lin Manman was amused in the passenger seat: "Is Teacher Fang drunk or not? Why does it sound like she's reciting lines?"

Zhong Siyuan answered in a rare way: "When you read the lines, you have drunk too much."

Attracted by Zhong Siyuan's voice, the drunk turned around to look at him, and after a while discerned, "You look a lot like a person."

The Land Rover started slowly and drove away from the hotel.

Zhong Siyuan didn't want to talk, but Fang Zhixing was used to his refusal, so he continued on his own, "Have you seen "Make a Living"? You look very much like the male lead in it. Oh, he won the Best Actor later on. "

Lin Manman and the driver in the front row were all laughing, and Zhong Siyuan's face darkened: "Don't laugh while driving."

The driver was innocently lying on the gun, with the corners of his mouth sullenly enduring it very hard.

Zhong Siyuan ordered Fang Zhixing to sit down, and took out a bottle of mineral water from the armrest box: "Drink?"

Fang Zhixing nodded obediently.

Zhong Siyuan unscrewed the bottle cap and ordered again: "Come here."

Fang Zhixing leaned close to Zhong Siyuan obediently, touching the mouth of the bottle to his lips, and Zhong Siyuan fed him with his own hands.

The small Adam's apple rolled up and down, Fang Zhixing sipped the sweet water, but his dark and shiny eyes did not move away from Zhong Siyuan's face.

Zhong Siyuan put down the bottle, stared at those moist lips, Fang Zhixing's naked/naked eyes urged him to lower his voice: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Fang Zhixing licked his mouth lightly, subconsciously after getting wet, the pink tip of his tongue appeared and hid like a game, his heart was warmed by alcohol, and he probed without knowing the depth: "Zhong Siyuan."

Zhong Siyuan's eyes were dark, and he agreed, "Yes."

Fang Zhixing said, "Because you look like Zhong Siyuan."

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In the back row of the Land Rover, Fang Zhixing leaned on Zhong Siyuan and fell asleep.

It was very late, Zhong Siyuan asked the driver to take Lin Manman back first, and then diverted to Haitang Garden.Fortunately, the two places are not far apart, and there are few cars at night. After about five or ten minutes, the Land Rover drove into an old residential area.

The community is old, and the concealment is not high. The gate post is like a decoration, and it is easy for a car to drive in.Zhong Siyuan looked at the surrounding environment. Although the building was dilapidated, the greenery was not bad. It was long past the time when Wanjia lights were on, but it made people feel the thick smoke coming from all directions for a long time.

The street lights were dim, and the driver found the place after a long circle. After the car stopped, Zhong Siyuan said: "Wait for me for a while, I will send him up."

The driver came over and opened the door, and said, "Mr. Zhong, let me go up with Mr. Fang on my back."

"fine."

As he spoke, Zhong Siyuan hooked Fang Zhixing's knees and carried him on his back.

On a midsummer night, two grown men were leaning against each other with their chests and backs pressed against each other. One of them drank too much and his body temperature rose, making his body even hotter.

The residential building has multiple floors without elevators, and the lights in the corridors were also broken. Zhong Siyuan climbed up in the dark.He thought about the weight on his body, as light as a feather, and thought of Yu Ji who fell with the wind on the stage with the red silk in her mouth.

Fang Zhi on his back moved, as if he had woken up, and hissed cautiously.

Zhong Siyuan turned his face slightly to look at him, he was very close, his lips almost touched the tip of Fang Zhixing's nose.He asked, "What's wrong?"

Fang Zhixing frowned and complained drunkenly: "...my leg hurts."

Zhong Siyuan's palm was stuck on Fang Zhixing's knee, and he let go of his grip when he heard this: "Does it still hurt?"

Fang Zhixing's chin poked Zhong Siyuan's shoulder, which meant a nod.

Zhong Siyuan said: "It's almost home."

Climbing to the top floor, Zhong Siyuan put Fang Zhixing down, fearing that someone would fall, hooked him with one hand and looked for the key with the other.

The door opened, and Fang Zhixing didn't know whether his legs were weak from drinking too much or his legs were really hurting, so he fell to the ground after taking a step, and Zhong Siyuan picked him up with both hands.

This is a two-bedroom apartment, dark and dimly lit, one of the doors was open, Zhong Siyuan entered with his arms in his arms, and saw the neatly folded bed by the moonlight.

He put Fang Zhixing on the bed, turned on the night light beside the bed, and found the remote control of the air conditioner next to the pillow.

Fang Zhixing rubbed his hair and sat up, grabbed the hem of the cotton T-shirt and took it off quickly. The body covered by the clothes was white and well-proportioned, with obvious muscles in the chest and abdomen. It was a figure forged by years of dancing practice.He took off his shirt, put his hand on the drawstring of his sports pants, and was stopped by a hand before he could untie it.

Zhong Siyuan looked at him coldly: "What are you doing?"

Fang Zhixing raised his watery eyes and looked at Zhong Siyuan blankly: "Take a bath."

Zhong Siyuan stared at him blankly for two seconds, then took his hand away.

Fang Zhixing was let go, grabbed one end of the drawstring, and pulled it lightly, but the knot unexpectedly got stuck.

People who drink too much are so stubborn that they pull hard even if they can't move. Instead of pulling the rope, it becomes tighter and tighter.He boldly asked for help: "I can't solve it..."

The cold and hard lines on Zhong Siyuan's face trembled slightly, and his eyes became darker.He squatted down beside the bed silently, leaning closer, his eyes swept over the flat and tight belly, the thin texture exuded tempting warmth.He stretched out his hand and fastened the difficult knot. His fingers, who were used to playing the piano, had distinct knuckles. At this moment, he was gentle and patient, opening the knot bit by bit.

Satisfied, Fang Zhixing rolled up his pajamas from the end of the bed and stood up crookedly.

Zhong Siyuan followed behind, it was a distance that Fang Zhixing could catch if he fell down.

Watching Fang Zhixing go to the bathroom all the way, Zhong Siyuan confessed: "Don't rush for too long."

The sound of water pattered, Zhong Siyuan squeezed his shoulders and neck, and groped into the kitchen.He found a kettle to boil water, saw honey on the countertop, and was about to mix a glass of honey water to hangover.

While waiting for the water to boil, he took some time to look at Fang Zhixing's living place.

The house is old, the walls are peeling and yellowing, old furniture, dull furnishings, like a place where the older generation lives, but it is clean and tidy.He saw the cabinet next to the sofa, and there were two or three layers of trophies, large and small, and his attention was drawn to him. Zhong Siyuan approached involuntarily, and saw that Fang Zhixing's name was engraved on those trophies. He was the one who participated in the dance since childhood The honor of the game.

There is a photo frame on the most eye-catching layer of the cabinet. Inside is a group photo of a family of three. The child in the photo looks like seven or eight years old. It is easy to recognize Fang Zhixing when he was a child.He was wearing brightly colored clothes of different races, and was hugged by his parents. All three of them had happy smiles on their faces.

This is the place where Fang Zhixing lived since he was a child. During those days together, the other party showed him the photos.

After the honey was soaked, Zhong Siyuan returned to the bedroom.

The room is not big, and you can see the head at a glance.Beds, wardrobes and desks are crowded together, making the room look cramped and cramped.

Zhong Siyuan put the cup on the table, turned on the desk lamp, and looked at the reading materials displayed on the bookshelf by the bright light.

He looked row by row, and at the end, he suddenly stopped. There were two opened albums stuck in the corner of the bookshelf, both of which were collector's editions.

One is the first album released by Times after forming a group.

One is the only solo album released by Zhong Siyuan after leaving the group and returning to China.

Zhong Siyuan's eyes froze.

I have abandoned him, why do I still collect his albums?

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and a few minutes later, Fang Zhixing opened the door covered in moisture.

His face was reddened by the hot water, and his head was even more dizzy. The comfortable and loose pajamas covered his figure, and with his undried wet hair on his head, he stepped unsteadily into the bedroom.

He was so drunk that it was a miracle that he could persist in taking a shower. Fang Zhixing was about to lie down on the bed, but Zhong Siyuan ruthlessly pulled him back.

Zhong Siyuan said, "Wipe your hair dry."

Fang Zhixing's thoughts were confused, and he didn't know which year he went back to. He quit, and said angrily, "You wipe it for me."

Zhong Siyuan's forehead twitched violently, feeling like an idiot.Hurrying to send the ex-boyfriend who abandoned her home, and waiting for him to take off his pants and wipe his hair.

He took out the dry towel hanging around Zhixing's neck, and covered his head with his hands, his face was obviously full of reluctance, but his five fingers skillfully grabbed the wet hair and wiped it.

Fang Zhixing sat obediently, closed his eyes and enjoyed the service.

The towel was rubbed over the ends of the hair to absorb the moisture, and the hands were soft and firm, like a massage, Fang Zhixing felt even more sleepy.

Zhong Siyuan sat by the bed, the milky white flannel brushed Fang Zhixing's cheeks from time to time, his face was powdered, like strawberry jam dotted on cream.

His hands stopped, the towel was moved away little by little, the dry forehead hair was blown by the wind of the air conditioner, Zhong Siyuan's fingertips inadvertently brushed the end of Fang Zhixing's eyebrows, as if touching something, the closed eyelashes trembled.

The short hair is easy to dry, Zhong Siyuan stepped back a little, and opened the loose trouser legs under his palm with his fingers.

Fang Zhixing opened his eyes suddenly, retracted his legs, his misty eyes became more vigilant: "What are you doing?"

Zhong Siyuan froze, what are you doing?What can he do?What else does he want to do after five years?

He was stabbed to the scar in the bottom of his heart, threw the towel in his hand at the end of the bed, and asked coldly, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Fang Zhixing hugged his knees and said nothing. He still looked drunk, but his defenses were not fake.

Zhong Siyuan almost wanted to laugh, the smell of alcohol in the air was washed away by the shower gel, mixed with honey, revealing a little bit of sweetness, but he could only smell bitterness.

He was really sick to worry about whether Fang Zhixing bumped into his leg when he chased after him at night.

Zhong Siyuan stood up, the air pressure on his body was frighteningly low.

He put the honey water heavily on the head of the bed, turned on the air conditioner to the right temperature, turned on the air conditioner and was thrown on Fang Zhixing, turned around and left without looking at him again.

The moment the door closed, Fang Zhixing's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't care less, a deep sleepiness swept over him.

The next morning, Fang Zhixing was woken up by the alarm clock.

He covered his face and turned over, rolled up the quilt and hid in like an ostrich, a typical person who turns on the air conditioner and covers the quilt.

As a result, within 2 minutes of hiding, Fang Zhixing sat up with his forehead pressed.He turned off the alarm clock and woke up with a hangover headache along with his sanity.

Today is the first day of filming, and I have to rush to the set to put on makeup at 07:30. I have no time to stay in bed because of time constraints, so Fang Zhixing jumped out of bed to wash up.

When the toothbrush hit his mouth, he realized that he was broken. How did he come back last night?

Fang Zhixing, relying on his drinking capacity, is not good at face, sometimes no one notices that no one persuades him when he drinks too much, and he will be broken nine times out of ten, obviously this time is no exception.

He wiped off the water stains on his face, and thought optimistically, it was probably a crew member who sent him back.

When the doorbell rang early in the morning, Fang Zhixing put down the towel and went to open the door.

Ji Chuan squeezed into the room with the steamed stuffed bun and soy milk: "You're already up, I was afraid you'd slept through."

Theater performances are usually in the afternoon and evening, and Fang Zhixing often sleeps until the sun rises.

He unceremoniously poked open the soy milk with a straw, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Ji Chuan said: "On the first day of starting up, can I not accompany you?"

"Farewell, the troupe has a lot of things to do, you can do your own thing, I can do it by myself."

"That won't work. Teacher Zhou heard that you started work today, so he specially let me take a day off." Ji Chuan touched in his pocket and took out a red envelope, "Here, Teacher Zhou asked me to hand it over. I wish you a good start."

"Why did grandma give me money again?" Fang Zhixing sighed, "I'm so old."

He walked into the room while talking, opened the drawer and put the red envelopes in. There was still a stack of empty red envelopes beside Zhou Fangping. They were all red envelopes that Zhou Fangping had given him over the years, and they could not be returned, but he did not move, and took out the money. Deposit it in the bank, planning to provide Zhou Fangping with pension in the future.

When he went out, he found a glass beside the bed, and Fang Zhixing picked it up suspiciously and sniffed it.

honey water?

Ji Chuan stood by the door and gnawed on the fritters: "Have you packed it up? It will be too late if you don't leave."

Fang Zhixing took the cup out and told Ji Chuan: "I took a van back to the city from Xishan yesterday, and I was rear-ended halfway, and I fell."

"Ah? Where did you fall?" Ji Chuan immediately became nervous, and lowered down to lift his trouser legs, "Does it matter? Are your legs okay!"

Fang Zhixing hesitated: "It's not very important, I just posted a hot sticker, you can bring me some when you go back to the troupe tonight, the family is almost running out."

Ji Chuan was still worried: "No, you have to say, I'll take you to the hospital. Your leg is the treasure of our theater. If there is a teacher Zhou who can beat me to death."

"Don't exaggerate, grandma has never scolded anyone in her life." Fang Zhixing said, "It's not good to ask for leave on the first day of joining the group, and it's not very serious. Don't make a big deal, especially don't let grandma know."

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