Don't make trouble, it will be photographed!

Zhao Moran was about to formally apologize to Ji Hao, but Du Yang suddenly rushed to Ji Hao's side, and asked with concern: "Are you okay, I really thought you wouldn't come to the game at first."

Ji Hao gave Du Yang a silent look, and pretended to be casual, "It's not a big deal."

Du Yang ignored Ji Hao's intentions, and continued to ask: "Can you continue to dance? There is no rehearsal today. Are you going to play tomorrow?"

"Why do you have so many questions, don't you see that Teacher Zhao and I are talking?" Ji Hao began to feel a little impatient.

Du Yang finally shut his mouth and stared at Zhao Moran with displeasure.

Zhao Moran didn't know what the two of them were talking about, so he waved his hands and said awkwardly: "I don't really have anything important to do, you guys talk first, I happen to have some things to do when I go back to the company."

After the two watched Zhao Moran leave, Du Yang punched Ji Hao in the chest, and said angrily, "You really value sex and despise friends! I really don't know what's going on in your head," Du Yang said , "Look at your own virtue, is it still Ji Hao from before?"

"What's more important than friends, don't talk nonsense!" Ji Hao responded lightly.

"Yesterday you really scared me half to death. Don't be brave if you can't drink!" Du Yang said, "When did you get this disease and how long has it been? Why didn't you tell me?"

Ji Hao avoided answering, and walked straight to the underground parking lot, Du Yang relentlessly chased after him, "Also, when are you going to confess to me about the matter between you and Zhao Moran," Du Yang said, " The relationship between you and him must not be as simple as you told me before."

When the two came to the underground parking lot, Ji Hao's assistant had been waiting in the car for a long time.Ji Hao pointed to Du Yang's assistant to signal that Du Yang would talk later, Du Yang finally understood what Ji Hao meant, so he shut his mouth obediently, and got into the car with Ji Hao.

After returning home, Ji Hao casually picked up a cigarette on the table, and was about to light it, Du Yang snatched it, "Smack it, smoke it, forget it, I just went to the hospital last night and I'm going to start working again today!"

Ji Hao didn't refute, just picked up a piece of chewing gum and threw it into his mouth, and sat down on the sofa bored.

"Tell me," Du Yang threw the cigarette into the trash can, with a look of forced confession, "If we are still brothers, you must tell me today!"

"What do you want to hear?" Ji Hao still had no expression on his face, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and clicked into the #有你不少黑# super chat group on Weibo.

Ji Hao flipped the page up and down with his slender fingers with a smile on his face. Du Yang leaned over his head and glanced at it, tapped the screen and said, "Let's start with him!"

Ji Hao put away his mobile phone, narrowed his eyes, and said slowly: "...he is an old friend of mine." As he spoke, he picked up a glass of warm water, and the steam in the glass rose, A mist spread before his eyes.

The first acquaintance with you is like returning from an old friend.Memories are replayed frame by frame to ten years ago...

In July, there is fire, burnt gold and rocks, and there is a magical lavender manor in the frontier area where there has been drought and yellow sand for years. This unique and charming scenery has brought infinite vitality to the cracked and scorched land.

Not far from the manor, there is a small courtyard surrounded by uneven layers of poplar branches. In the courtyard, there are a few hungry old hens who don't even want to go.

There was a big hole in the roof of the house in the yard, not because the owner of the house was too lazy to repair it, but because he didn't even have the ability to get out of bed.Apart from a meager local subsidy, the family has no other source of income and can only be managed by a ten-year-old boy.

His parents were in an accident two years ago, his mother died on the spot, his father was paraplegic, and he had to stay in bed ever since.

The boy has to get up before dawn every day, cook a gruel for himself and his immobile father for breakfast, and then take care of his father's urgent problems, and rush to go to school when the sun rises .

In his childhood life, except for the gorgeous purple lavender bushes, the rest is only the dark gray with no end in sight, and the dimmer eyes of his father.

Until one day a crew from Beijing came to the village.

That day, the boy passed the lavender farm on the way to school as usual, but suddenly found a group of beautifully dressed people there, they were shouting something loudly inside, the scene was so lively.

Out of a child's unique curiosity, the boy couldn't help but want to visit, but his father warned him not to go to crowded places, let alone talk to strangers casually.

After a lot of inner struggle, perseverance is not as good as the child's nature.He quietly squatted in the lavender bushes to peek, as if something in the dark was inexplicably attracting him.

Some of the people in this group were holding reflectors, some were lying on the ground pushing the camera, and there was a track on the ground, and many staff members were busy in it, performing their duties.

Everything in front of him was too new for the boy, as if it had opened the door to a new world for him.

At this moment, a young man held a slate and raised his voice: "Liao Ying floating light and slow voice, the first scene, the first act, Action!"

The scene quickly quieted down, and everyone on the field stared at the person in the middle of the field.

Because of his short stature, the boy stood up and stood on tiptoes, but he still couldn't see clearly.He looked around anxiously, and found a thick poplar tree not far away, so he quickly ran under the poplar tree, and climbed up one of the branches in two or three steps.

At this moment, a voice like gold and stone, accompanied by the euphemistic and pleasant piano sound, sang leisurely:

"In my memory, the snow is flying all over the sky, swaying in the depths of fleeting years, turning around, rubbing shoulders, waiting for someone to leave, the bamboo horse will grow old and the green plum will die, so don't..."

The boy had never heard such a beautiful singing voice. He stretched his neck and looked into the distance, only to see a tall and slender handsome man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes sitting in front of the piano playing and singing by himself.The sunshine of July spread on the man's body, as if his whole body was shining with dazzling light.

His singing voice was intertwined with the unique aroma of lavender, which made the boy a little dizzy. With a sound of "Oops", the boy fell down from the treetop inadvertently.

Then for a whole day, his mind was filled with the sound of that person singing, and he was looking forward to leaving school early so that he could take a little time to look at it again.

The sun was sinking slowly, the boy endured the pain of his foot injury, and ran to the studio quickly, but it was a pity that there were only a few people left in the Lavender Manor, and all the equipment had been removed.

The boy sighed in disappointment, limped and walked towards home with his head down. Suddenly, the singing voice that haunted him sounded again. He turned around excitedly and looked back, only to see today singing The person in the room was pondering over some movements along with the music.

The boy's eyes never left that person since then, he didn't understand what that person was doing, and he didn't know why he was attracted to him, he just stood there blankly and looked at him from a distance.

Two hours passed in a blink of an eye, Zhao Moran paused the music on his phone, he lifted the corner of his clothes and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when he inadvertently raised his eyes, he found a ragged boy standing there not far away. He stared at himself motionlessly.

Zhao Moran thought, this is probably a child from a nearby farmer's family, and he just thought that he could go over and buy a bunch of local lavender from his family.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a few steps forward, the boy turned and ran.

Maybe the way he was covered in sweat scared him?Zhao Moran smiled awkwardly, and then walked to the homestay contracted by the crew.

Along the way, Zhao Moran hummed the little song he had practiced just now, and walked on the path full of flower fragrance with a full face.Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from behind, and the footsteps sounded extra cautious.The corner of Zhao Moran's mouth curled into a smile, and he suddenly turned around and let out a "ha" to his back.

The boy was taken aback by the sudden joke, and stared blankly at the man in front of him without daring to move.

Zhao Moran thought this little boy was very interesting, so he knelt down and tried his best to talk to him in a very soft voice, for fear of scaring him away again.

Zhao Moran smiled and said softly, "Little friend, what's your name?"

A cowardly look appeared on the boy's face, he tugged at the corner of his clothes, and swallowed the words again.

Zhao Moran stretched out his hand to touch the boy's forehead, but the boy quickly dodged to the side, hemming and saying, "Dirty."

Zhao Moran was stunned for a moment, he drew back his hand and looked at his palm carefully, is it because my palm is sweaty?

Zhao Moran wiped his hands on his clothes and dried the sweat on his palms. The boy suddenly opened his mouth again, but he found that his throat seemed to be blocked, and only made a hoarse voice. He lowered his head shyly for a moment, and said timidly, "It's my hair, it's dirty..."

Zhao Moran opened his mouth in surprise, he didn't expect a child who should be innocent at this age to say such words.

Zhao Moran looked at him carefully under the hazy moonlight. The boy was wearing a short sleeve that didn't fit very well. The clothes had been washed and the original color could not be seen. It was obviously leftovers worn by the adults in the family.There was also a big hole in the sleeve, and one of the laces of the sandal he was wearing on his left foot was broken.

Zhao Moran suddenly felt a little sad. He sighed lightly, and tried his best to force a smile and said, "Can you take me to your house? I want to buy some lavender."

The boy had a look of embarrassment on his face and didn't respond to him.

Regardless of the boy's resistance, Zhao Moran hugged his thin body by his side with one hand, and said with a smile, "Lead the way, handsome boy."

The boy's face turned red quietly in the night, he only felt that Zhao Moran's body smelled particularly good, although it was an ordinary soapy smell, but the clean and refreshing smell inadvertently penetrated into his heart.

The boy paused, then stammered, "This grass, you don't need money, I'll pick it for you." After speaking, the boy broke free from Zhao Moran's arm, squatted down on the ground and started picking it.

Zhao Moran also bent down, looked at the boy who was working hard, and said with a smile, "What's your name?"

The boy was very focused on what he was doing, and said casually, "They all call me Sun."

"...the sun," Zhao Moran looked at the boy with great interest. Although his immature face was covered with mud and his hair was messed up, his facial features were extremely beautiful. He must be a handsome man when he grows up boy.

Not long after, the boy held a large bouquet of fresh lavender in front of Zhao Moran, and said earnestly, "Here you are..."

"No, I still have to pay you," Zhao Moran said, "You should get something out of your hard work." Zhao Moran showed his white teeth, touched his pocket, and his smile was instantly frozen in embarrassment. face.

The boy's sensitive mind understood in an instant. He quickly waved his hands, indicating that he really didn't need it, then raised his right hand to look at his wrist and said, "It's getting late, my dad is still waiting for me to go home and cook."

Zhao Moran glanced at the boy's wrist, and was immediately amused.It was a stick figure of a crooked watch drawn on the wrist with a watercolor pen.

Zhao Moran changed his mind, took off the Longines watch on his left hand, put it in the boy's hand, and said with a smile, "I'll exchange my real watch for a bouquet of flowers for you, okay?"

The boy paused, looked at the watch that Zhao Moran stuffed into his hand, and was about to refuse, only to see that Zhao Moran had already turned away with the flowers in his hands, and with his back to him, he raised the flowers in his hands and waved them in the air, "Thank you." Your gift, I like it very much..."

Since then, this piece of lavender has become the only color in the boy's childhood.Zhao Moran didn't know that for the boy, this piece of lavender represented a new life.

Whenever night falls, the city of Beijing lights up. The night in Beijing is gentle and lonely.

Ji Hao's eyes were fixed on the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there was a strong sense of tenderness in his eyes. He took out a huanghuali wooden box carved with dark patterns from the drawer, and handed it to Du Yang's face. .

Du Yang carefully opened the hidden lock, which contained a Longines watch whose hands had already been fixed.

Ji Hao said softly to Du Yang, "...that boy is me."

Early the next morning, He Sheng came to Zhao Moran's room with his dance clothes, and saw that Zhao Moran had already washed up and was sitting at the table, staring intently at a letter in his hand.

"What are you looking at?" He Sheng leaned over curiously.

Zhao Moran blocked it with his hands, carefully folded the letter, put it in the drawer, and said, "It's nothing, a letter from an old friend." Zhao Moran said, "I suddenly dreamed of him last night, so I just I want to take his letter out and read it."

This boy might be taller than himself now, thinking of this, Zhao Moran smiled gratifiedly.