Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

9.

On Sunday, the film crew gave Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan a half-day off. They and Nan Yan made an appointment at a bookstore in the south of the city called Scattered Echo.

The place was chosen by Nan Yan. It is said that Nan Yan invested in this bookstore two years ago after returning from a trip to a certain country in the southern hemisphere, and he is considered half the owner.The bookstore is a membership system, and the independent store is well hidden and has a soundproof room inside, which is very suitable for conversation.

Because the other party made a clear request, only the two protagonists were seen.

Last night, Fang Zhixing carefully sent a message to Zhong Siyuan, and he struggled with the title for half an hour before sending it.

Those intimate titles in the past must not be called, follow the crew to call "Mr. Zhong", he can't say it again, after much deliberation, he decided not to call him!

Fang Zhixing: "Well, how are you going tomorrow?"

This was the first message the two of them sent after they became friends. Fang Zhixing was afraid that Zhong Siyuan would ignore him, so he went to take a shower after posting like stealing the bell, and saw Zhong Siyuan's reply when he came back.

"drive."

I can feel the coldness through the screen.

Fang Zhixing grabbed his hair, how could he not know how to drive?Mainly, are they going together or separately?

He bit his finger and edited: "Can I be with you?"

After thinking about deleting it, it seems a bit rushed.

Edit one more: "Shall we go together?"

Deleted it again, for fear that Zhong Siyuan would reply him "everyone goes their own way", which would be a bit embarrassing.

After pondering for a long time, send a message: "Yourself?"

This is almost the same, if Zhong Siyuan says "yes", he still has a way out.

But Zhong Siyuan's reply was incomprehensible.

Z.:"?"

...What does the question mark mean?

Fang Zhixing has more question marks, how many people are there, and why is it so difficult to communicate!

Fang Zhixing: "Huh?"

Z.: "Aren't you going?"

Fang Zhixing was about to faint, and didn't dare to hold it any longer: "Take me with you!"

When work was over the next day, Fang Zhixing asked Zhong Siyuan to wait for him, and went back to the lounge to pick up something.

Zhong Siyuan put on his sunglasses: "Find me in the parking lot."

It's not easy to meet empty-handed for the first time, and it's a bit ugly to carry cigarettes and alcohol, and Nan Yan is a writer, so an artist should like flowers and plants.Fang Zhixing went to the bird and flower market yesterday after work to pick out two pots of eustoma, one light pink and one pure white.

He went to the parking lot with two pots of flowers in his arms. The sun was so hot at one o'clock in the afternoon that people couldn't open their eyes.

Zhong Siyuan sat in the car and honked at him.

Fang Zhixing searched for the sound and saw a black Land Rover, fearing that people would be waiting anxiously, he rushed towards it like a wild goose.

Zhong Siyuan held the steering wheel with one hand, and his eyes under the sunglasses moved with Fang Zhixing's figure, watching him open the car door and put the flowers behind him, and then get into the passenger seat full of steam.

After he fastened his seat belt, Zhong Siyuan started slowly: "There are wet tissues in the storage box."

"Thank you." Fang Zhixing took out a wet towel to wipe his sweat, his cheeks were flushed from heat.

After a few minutes, the heat on their bodies subsided, and the car was quiet. Except for the last time Zhong Siyuan taught him to play the piano to find his feeling, this was the first time they were alone without any outsiders.

I don't know if he was drunk that day... Anyway, he doesn't remember it.

When they were together in the past, Fang Zhixing talked a lot. He always liked to tease Zhong Siyuan. Every time he saw him being teased by himself, he couldn't bear it, and he thought it was fun to hold back his expression.

At that time, he never imagined that there would be a day when he and Zhong Siyuan stayed together, but he didn't know what to say to break the silence.

Zhong Siyuan was probably also a little uncomfortable, and turned on the car music.

The gentle music soothed the nerves, and it was afternoon again, Fang Zhixing became sleepy after a while.

He had a dream.

In the dream, he went back to the autumn a few years ago. At that time, they were not together, and Zhong Siyuan was also indifferent to him.

The late autumn in South Korea was terribly cold, and it was not time for heating. One night, the heavy rain cooled down. Fang Zhixing refused to sleep alone, and pestered Zhong Siyuan to keep warm with others.

Zhong Siyuan had never slept in the same bed with anyone, and his first reaction was to refuse. He filled Fang Zhixing with a warm water bottle, sent him back to his bed, and ordered him not to make any more fuss.

Then he fell asleep indifferently.

The next day, Zhong Siyuan got up on time, and when he got up, he saw Fang Zhixing sleeping soundly under the quilt.

He has a regular schedule, unlike Fang Zhixing, who can't wake up with three alarm clocks, and stays in bed every day waiting for him to call.

This day was no exception, Zhong Siyuan washed up and went to wake someone up, but there was no movement after several times, pulling down the quilt to see, Fang Zhixing's face was flushed and covered with sweat.

He touched Fang Zhixing's forehead, the temperature was hot.

Putting his hand into the quilt, the man shrank into a pitiful ball and shivered.

Zhong Siyuan really didn't know he could freeze people like this.

Feeling a little guilty, he hurried to find a thermometer to take Fang Zhixing's temperature, and flushed a warm water bag.

Fang Zhixing woke up in a daze when he was taking his temperature, and the first thing he said when he opened his eyes was to complain about him: "I told you that I want to sleep together because I'm afraid of the cold, why are you so cruel!"

Zhong Siyuan couldn't refute it. After reading the temperature, he fed Fang Zhixing antipyretics. The man was dishonest after taking the medicine, and he woke up while he was on the phone.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Zhixing put on the sweater weakly: "Go to the practice room."

Zhong Siyuan frowned and pushed the person back: "I asked for leave for you, and I will rest in the dormitory today."

"What are you resting for? I'll be useless if I don't move for a day..."

Zhong Siyuan couldn't resist: "You are going to be useless if you still use your muscles and bones like this."

He stuffed Fang Zhixing under the quilt and ordered him to sleep.

Fang Zhixing allowed himself to be slaughtered without any resistance. After taking the medicine, his head became dizzy, and he fell asleep after a while.

Zhong Siyuan saw that his fever was serious, so he asked for leave, and took care of the sick while writing songs in the dormitory.

Fang Zhixing took the medicine and sweated, and he was not awake. He had been freezing all night and now he kicked the quilt hot.

Zhong Siyuan had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed and watch him, make up for his mistakes, and take the initiative to wipe Fang Zhixing's sweat and tuck in the corners of his blanket.

A sick person has a fragile heart. Fang Zhixing felt that there was a person beside his bed watching him all the time, as if he was back when he was a child, and his mother would accompany him every time he was sick.

He recognized Zhong Siyuan as his mother, and whispered: "Mom..."

Zhong Siyuan's hand holding the pen paused, and before his speechless expression appeared, he heard Fang Zhixing say another sentence: "Qingqing misses you so much."

He had heard about Fang Zhixing's life experience. It seemed that his parents died in a car accident when he was a teenager.

A person with a high fever has a pale face, red eyes, a stuffy nose, and slowly exhales through a pair of small colorless mouths.

Zhong Siyuan's heart softened a bit.

He put down the things in his hands and lifted the quilt up. Fang Zhixing stretched out his hot hand in his sleep and grabbed him.

"Mother……"

With a barely audible sound, Fang Zhixing closed his eyes and cried.

Zhong Siyuan felt that he had done something wrong.

He let Fang Zhixing treat him as a phantom in a dream, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and even gave him a rare comfort——

"Qingqing, stop crying."

Fang Zhixing opened his eyes, and the sun visor was put down at some point.

He looked at Zhong Siyuan, his senses hadn't recovered for a moment, and he said stickily, "Why did I fall asleep..."

Zhong Siyuan turned his head, his sunglasses blocked the waves in his eyes, he could hear a strong dependence from Fang Zhixing's tone.

"How long have I slept?"

Zhong Siyuan paused and replied, "Half an hour."

"No wonder." Fang Zhixing pinched the center of his brows, "I had a long dream about you..."

He stopped abruptly.

Familiar roads, moving cars, gentle music.

He is not in Korea, and he no longer has Zhong Siyuan.

The voice stopped abruptly, but it did not prevent Fang Zhixing from revealing the desire/desire in his heart.

Zhong Siyuan frowned lightly, Fang Zhixing's tone and unspoken dream pierced into his heart like a needle prick.

Fang Zhixing bit his fingertips and looked out the window, he was so embarrassed that his skin got goosebumps.

Zhong Siyuan would not think that he said this on purpose.

Fang Zhixing pushed the sun visor up, and was stunned after pushing it, he didn't seem to put the sun visor on before going to bed...

Damn it, it's been five fucking years since we broke up, why is this guy Zhong Siyuan still so nice!

Fang Zhixing took the initiative to break the increasingly weird atmosphere: "I went to see Nan Yan, did you bring a gift? I bought two pots of flowers."

Zhong Siyuan's expression turned pale: "Yes."

Fang Zhixing's method of getting close is not clever, what Zhong Siyuan can't think of even in his mind?Just find an excuse to ease the embarrassment.

Fortunately, the destination has been reached, and the two got out of the car back and forth.

To avoid being recognized in public, Zhong Siyuan put on a hat and mask. He opened the trunk and took out the gift he had prepared. It was a customized version of the Four Great Classics that he asked someone to buy.There were two big boxes, one Chinese and one western, and he took the top box casually.

Taking the elevator in the underground garage, there were their reflections in the mirror. Fang Zhixing was holding a pot of pink eustoma. His hair was a little longer, and he looked very cute when he stood upright.

The elevator opened, leading directly to fragmentary echoes.

The bookstore is quiet, and the overall tone is dark, only an eye protection lamp is lit on the table.Entering is like being in the dark night, and there is a secret sense of security. There are not many customers in the store, and the only few who are concentrating on reading seem to have merged into another world.

After the clerk verified their identities, they led the two to the conversation room at the end of the bookstore.

Zhong Siyuan took off his mask and hat at the door to show respect.

The door opened, a gap suddenly opened in the darkness, and the harsh light of the conversation room pierced through.

Fang Zhixing narrowed his eyes and slightly turned his head.

Zhong Siyuan pushed open the door completely. The conversation room was deep, decorated in an antique style, filled with books and green plants, and there were hidden spaces separated by large and small screens.

They met Nan Yan in the innermost part.

Behind the hollowed-out screen is a log table and two fabric sofas. Nan Yan is concentrating on the computer screen with a pair of wireless earphones hanging on her ears.

He was dressed casually and comfortably, his hair was cut very short and energetic, and his complexion looked healthy, a wheat color colored by the sun.Sitting there quietly at the moment, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, he is gentle and handsome.

Sensing the sound of footsteps, Nan Yan raised his head from between the screens, took off his glasses and stood up, showing a nice smile on his lips.

Nan Yan stretched out his hand first: "Hi, you all."

Fang Zhixing's eyes fell on his wrist bones. Nanyan wore a lot of exaggerated bead strings on his wrists. They were of different shapes and colors, and the matching together was very visually impactful.

Noticing his gaze, Nan Yan smiled and fiddled with the jewelry on her hand, explaining: "I like stones picked up everywhere, and I like weird things."

Fang Zhixing was afraid of being abrupt, so he apologized quickly.

Nan Yan smiled indifferently, and shook hands one by one. Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan gave Nan Yan the gift they brought, and he accepted it bluntly, expressing his liking, and then invited them to sit on the opposite sofa.

"What would you like to drink?" Nan Yan picked up the tablet on the table, "Coffee or milk tea?"

He lowered his head to order, revealing the three star-shaped studs on his left ear.Swipe the screen with her slender fingers, and Nan Yan handed the tablet between them.

Turning up his wrist, Nan Yan actually had a big sun tattooed on the skin inside his arm.

Fang Zhixing was finally able to connect the seemingly gentle young writer in front of him with the artist.

After ordering, Nan Yan closed the computer, cleaned up the desktop, and then slowly leaned back on the sofa.

He looked at the glass for a moment, and said: "I have rarely been in China these few years, and I don't usually pay much attention to the entertainment industry. I didn't plan to turn my work into a film and television, but how should I put it... The novel "Missing" is very important to me. My meaning is different, so when Editor Chen found me, I didn't say anything to death on the spot."

Nan Yan took a sip of water: "This time I came back to Haicheng to attend a class reunion, and I won't be here for a few days. Considering that you guys still have to film and the time is inconvenient, I invited you to come together. We can solve the problem today. We will solve it face to face. If there are still difficulties in filming in the future, we will contact you on WeChat."

Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan are not perfunctory people. The first thing they did when they decided to play the role was to buy the original work, carefully read every word and every sentence, carefully scrutinized, and kept comparing after getting the complete script to check the differences and changes. Make a mark, write down the experience and sentiment, circle the parts that you don't understand separately, write down the notes and biography after thinking about the emotions of the characters, the script is not enough to draw, and you have to take a pen and paper to record it in detail.

That afternoon, from the sunny afternoon to the setting sun, there were endless discussions at the end of the talking room, and even Zhong Siyuan, who had always been a man of few words, was speechless.

Fang Zhixing asked: "Teacher Nan Yan, do you have any reference examples for Yu Ran's anxiety disorder? Because I have no experience in this area, I am not very good at grasping the patient's state of mind."

After Nanyan heard the question, she looked out of the window with distant eyes, and paused for a long time without speaking.

"... Teacher Nanyan?"

Nan Yan responded, stared at a snow-colored cloud in the sky, and said, "There is no reference, you can ask me."

Fang Zhixing paused, and tentatively raised his doubts.After a few back and forth, he found that Nan Yan had a deep understanding of anxiety disorders, from the state of the onset, psychological changes, to side effects after medication, unspeakable collapse and pain, he said bluntly, there seemed to be no emotional fluctuations, Because of this, it is as profound as a personal experience.

Nan Yanyin clenched his hands under the table subconsciously. He said: "That feeling is very simple. You know that you have a problem, you know that this is wrong, that is not right, but you can't control your thoughts and behaviors. You are endless Immersed in the darkness, lost the ability to perceive everything in the outside world, and at a certain moment, broke out with malice towards the whole world, like a... lunatic who lost his mind."

"Is it a bit abstract when I say that?" Nan Yan finally turned her face back, smiling lightly, "Have you ever had a time when you were confused about everything in the future, and you would question the direction of your life and the existence of yourself?" Meaning, even not sure if I can go on.”

Fang Zhixing pursed his lips and lost his mind for a moment. Zhong Siyuan noticed that he suddenly touched his leg.

In the end, Nan Yan said: "If you act with this feeling, you will be Yu Ran."

It was getting dark, and the exchange was drawing to a close.

To express their gratitude, Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan proposed to invite Nan Yan to dinner, but the latter politely refused.

The three of them took the elevator to the parking lot together. Nan Yan looked at the fully armed Zhong Siyuan in the mirror, and couldn't help laughing: "Being a celebrity doesn't give you any freedom at all, and you have to be wrapped up like this when you go in and out of public places."

Fang Zhixing remembered that Yu Ran also had an experience of escaping society in the book, and related to Nan Yan's low-key behavior, he asked: "Mr. Nan Yan, your book sales are so high, but you are so low-key, don't you want to be the focus of the crowd? "

"Me," Nan Yan shook her head with a smile, "I probably love freedom."

The elevator made a "ding-dong" and reached the B1 floor. Nan Yan bid them farewell.

Turning around with a wave of his hand, a few steps away, there was a tall man standing against the wall.

Nan Yan's footsteps stopped abruptly.

The man came from the shadows, and the bright and dark lights intertwined on his handsome cheeks, making him look a bit tired.Maybe there were outsiders present, he looked at Nanyan hesitantly, and restrained himself from stopping in place.

Nan Yan turned her head slightly, and said to Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan who were behind her, "Contact me at any time, and make an appointment again when I have a chance."

They were not stupid, and immediately heard the voice, Nanyan meant to let them go first.

Zhong Siyuan and Fang Zhixing nodded and left. They turned a corner and heard a helpless soft call: "Yanyan..."

The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-04-2309:42:38~2020-04-2411:45:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Le Cheng and Jing Xixi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!