alternate performance

The carriage was unusually quiet, Xu Chenhe regained some strength from his limp limbs, straightened his waist while supporting the armrest of the sofa, stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as he took a step, his wrist was grabbed, Gu Congran grabbed him and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't control my emotions well."

"Understood." Xu Chenhe withdrew his hand expressionlessly, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"No." Gu Congran followed him, "I ran over as soon as I got off the plane, I wanted to see you."

Xu Chenhe listened quietly, found the ingredients from the refrigerator, and then washed the rice with water. His tall figure was moving in a small kitchen, with the thin straps of his apron stretching out his slender waist.

Suddenly, that waist was hugged tightly by a pair of arms, Gu Congran said in a low voice: "I really want to see you."

Including the two times on the phone before, I said it four times in total.Xu Chenhe remembered it all, but there was no trace on his face: "You have emphasized too many times."

"But you didn't respond once." Gu Congran rested his chin on Xu Chenhe's shoulder, watching him skillfully cut the chicken breast into pieces and seasoned it.

Xu Chenhe's order of cooking is very clear. While marinating meat, he went to cut tomatoes and peel sweet corn. Gu Congran was holding him in the back, so he grabbed the opponent's hand and continued to work on the other side: "Isn't it already Have you seen it?"

"Then talk more." Gu Congran moved a little further away, leaning his back on the cabinet and staring at Xu Chenhe's side face.

Boom, Xu Chenhe threw the corncobs into the trash, turned around and asked, "Are you talking to Jiang Hua, or are you talking to me?"

Jiang Hua had never had a cold attitude, and it was the person in front of him that made Gu Congran flustered: "You."

"I don't seem to have anything I want to tell you," Xu Chenhe said, "By the way, Jintong..."

"What did she tell you just now?" Gu Congran interrupted.

Xu Chenhe's gaze shifted, and he really didn't have the nerve to say it: "It's nothing."

"Don't spread gossip to me," Gu Congran said angrily, "You should understand what it will be said on the Internet."

Although he found it unreasonable, Xu Chenhe didn't bother to defend himself. He hurriedly fried the dishes, put them on the plate, and prepared the dishes and chopsticks for Gu Congran, doing his duty like a waiter in a five-star hotel: "Mr. Gu, since you If you treat me as Jiang Hua, you should believe that your loyal partner will never betray you, and I signed the contract of sale, so I will play this identity well no matter what."

He was aggressive and full of thorns, which made Gu Congran surprised that a gentle person like Xu Shenhe had a second face.

"You don't need to act in front of me." Gu Congran said.

Xu Chenhe put the bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, and ran out of the car with the script in his arms.

When work was over at night, Xue Jintong called Xu Chenhe who got into the car: "Teacher Jiang, wait a moment!"

She ran into her RV, took down the written notebook and stuffed it into Xu Chenhe's hand: "There is also a picture of me in it, Mr. Gu's brother will always support me, right?"

In fact, Xu Chenhe didn't dare to make a guarantee, but he still said with a smile: "Yes, after all, the idol is so good."

In the car, Gu Congran put his elbows on the car window to eat: "The two of them often get so close?"

Zhu Huiting looked away from the phone screen and glanced out the window: "Yes, after all, the partner in the play."

"Is the relationship outside the play so good that you have to bite your ear and give a gift?" Gu Congran asked.

Zhu Huiting sees it through and doesn't tell the truth: "Even if he doesn't have the identity of Jiang Hua, a man like Xu Chenhe is quite popular with girls. He is gentle, generous and good-tempered. He is a standard male god in his school days."

The more Gu Congran listened to it, the less he liked it. When Xu Chenhe got into the car, he pulled the person beside him and sat down: "What are you holding in your hand?"

The wrists that had been handcuffed all night were painfully grabbed by Gu Congran, Xu Chenhe gritted his teeth, and put the magnetic clasp book on Gu Congran's lap: "Your brother wants the autograph."

Zhu Huiting, who was fiddling with his mobile phone, smiled lightly.

Knowing that he misunderstood Xu Chenhe, Gu Congran's first reaction was to apologize, and because there were other people in the car, he could only hold back what he wanted to say, and when he returned to the hotel, he hugged Xu Chenhe who was walking to the bedroom: "It was my fault. is you."

After filming eight hours intermittently, Xu Chenhe was powerless to argue: "It's okay, I don't mind."

"You are obviously angry," Gu Congran refused to let go, "Is it because I forced you to kiss and you don't want to?"

Now that the forced kiss was mentioned, Xu Chenhe readily admitted: "Mr. Gu, I know where your impulse towards me comes from, but I am different from Jiang Hua after all. Don't force me too much. This makes me feeling bad."

"I didn't think of you as him at that time," Gu Congran hugged him tightly, "I just saw you and Xue Jintong smiling so happily, I couldn't bear it."

Xu Chenhe once again felt deeply sorry for Gu Congran's strong possessiveness towards Jiang Hua. He sighed, patted the back of Gu Congran's hand, and smiled warmly: "Okay, I'll take a shower first."

After taking a bath, he rubbed his legs and applied lotion as usual. Xu Chenhe's fingertips pinched the pale pink calf flesh. Gu Congran was so excited to see it, he went up to grab the lotion: "I'll help you."

"No need," Xu Chenhe stretched out his hand to take it back, "I'll just do it myself."

During the snatching, the sleeves of the nightgown slid down Xu Chenhe's forearm, and the scratches on his wrist were particularly eye-catching on his fair complexion.

Gu Congran stopped his movements, grabbed Xu Chenhe's raised arm, and said distressedly, "Why are you injured?"

"Small things," Xu Chenhe twitched his wrists, "Guess what scene I'm filming today?"

There was also leisurely chattering, Gu Congran grabbed Xu Chenhe's other arm and pulled up the sleeve, and there was the same red mark.

"The police caught the thief?" he asked.

"The logic is wrong, the thief was caught by the police." Xu Chenhe blew on his wrist, "Maybe it's because my skin can't withstand being scratched, and it will be fine in two days."

"It's not your fault, it's the rough materials of the props." Gu Congran put a pillow on Xu Chenhe's back and stuffed the script into his arms, "Recite your lines, I'll apply lotion for you, and I'll take a shower after I finish it."

When the other party was so attentive to this, Xu Chenhe didn't refuse. He stretched his slippery legs towards Gu Congran's, and leaned on the head of the bed to read the script with peace of mind.

Xu Chenhe was very concentrated, but Gu Congran's intentional tricks on his legs did not affect his concentration.Gu Congran didn't know what to do. After working as a masseuse, he went to take a bath. After washing, he leaned against the head of the bed with Xu Chenhe, under the quilt, and lightly knocked on the legs of the person next to him with his knee: "Didn't you say that you mixed the perfume for me? When are you going to send me off?" ?”

Xu Chenhe was waiting for Gu Congran to ask this question. Without raising his eyes, he traced a line with a highlighter: "I thought about it, let's wait for your birthday."

"The birthday is far away, I don't have the patience to wait for that long." Gu Congran hooked Xu Chenhe's little finger, "Isn't it good right now?"

"It's not that far away, is it March or April for Scorpio?" Xu Chenhe pretended.

"At the end of October, on the 10th." Gu Congran corrected.

Xu Chenhe silently wrote down: "It's a bit far away."

He leaned over and opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a perfume bottle in the shape of a water drop. As soon as he closed the drawer and turned around, he bumped into Gu Congran's arms.

"The body of the bottle is really cold." Gu Congran said.

A touch of cobalt blue lay on Xu Chenhe's palm, he pulled off the cap, and sprayed on Gu Congran's neck: "I didn't mix it up randomly, I've smelled you before, it's like stepping into a snow-covered forest in the evening , the air is humid."

The cool and cold light fragrance spread slowly, Gu Congran tightened his hands around Xu Chenhe's waist, stared at the other's two pink lips and made a touching introduction: "I don't know much about perfumes. So after checking a lot of fragrance reviews, I can roughly confirm that the fragrance on your body is probably Winter 1972 or Diment Snow? I feel more like the former.”

"You guessed right, it's amazing." Gu Congran praised.

Xu Chenhe beamed with joy, and spoke more vigorously: "I imitated its ingredients, but after all, I am not a professional, the taste will be a bit stronger, and the earthy aroma will be relatively light."

"Thank you, I like it very much." Gu Congran grasped Xu Chenhe's palm, and curled his finger to drop the perfume bottle into his hand.

Tomorrow there will be few scenes, so Xu Chenhe is not in a hurry to sleep. He flips through the script and tells Gu Congran an interesting story that happened during the filming of a certain scene: "You know, I didn't dance, and here is a scene where Fu Qian is in a ballroom with a woman." I stole her diamond ring during the waltz, so I spent the whole morning studying with the choreographer, she was very strict, and whenever I made a mistake, she stepped on my foot."

"Does it hurt?" Gu Congran didn't pay attention to whether Xu Chenhe's toes were red or not just now, he just focused on pinching his soft calf.

Xu Chenhe shook his head: "I'm wearing two pairs of thick socks, it won't hurt if she steps on me."

"What happened later? When dancing with that dancer in the play, did you hug your waist? Did you hold hands?" Gu Congran was very concerned.

"Waltz if you don't hold hands or hug your waist? That's called a dance." Xu Chenhe said.

"Which hand is holding? Which hand is around the waist?" Gu Congran asked.

Xu Chenhe put both hands behind his back: "Aren't you deliberately finding fault?"

The unpleasant atmosphere in the morning was swept away, Gu Congran cherished such a relaxed conversation at the moment, and wanted to cherish Xu Chenhe as well.Turning off the lights and sleeping in each other's arms, Gu Congran did not feel sleepy, stroking Xu Chenhe's thinner face since filming with his fingertips, every touch in the night was so familiar that he sighed.

Only a slightly protruding scar on the lower right corner of his mouth made him wonder for a long time: "Xu Chenhe, are you asleep?"

"You're messing around, how can I get sleepy?" Xu Chenhe pretended to blame.

"Then let's talk," Gu Congran stroked the scar, "Have you been injured here before?"

Is it because when you were a child, you were unsteady when you toddled, fell down on the ground, and were crossed by stones?

Is it the evidence left over from conflicts and fights with others in the rebellious middle school days?

Or was it accidentally injured when learning to cook after living alone?

"Well, I was playful when I was young, and I always liked to run out looking for opportunities," Gu Congran blindly sniffed out all the wrong answers, and Xu Chenhe told the truth, "But my family is too cautious, and they often kill me before I run out of the corridor." I caught it back and taught me a lesson. Later, I managed to sneak away once, and I didn’t go home until it was almost dark, and my mother served me with a wooden ruler.”

"Greeting to your face?" Gu Congran was astonished.

"That's not true, they were all hit on the back and legs," Xu Chenhe said. "At that time, I was beaten hard, so I had to raise my hand to catch it. If I didn't catch it, the wooden ruler hit my face."

The plain narration in the dark may just condense the miserable experience into a trivial embarrassment, but Gu Congran seems to be able to outline in his mind the pitiful appearance of little Xu Chenhe when he was beaten.

He is not qualified to say such pale and empty assumptions as "If I could have met you sooner", so he could only rub Xu Chenhe's face comfortingly, and asked, "How big is it?"

"13 years old, it's hard to imagine?" Xu Chenhe, who is now an adult, still can't understand his parents, "Everyone is happy on weekends, only I am locked at home all day long, and I am indoctrinated with the ugliest social phenomena."

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I would like to sincerely apologize to everyone here. Due to my negligence, I added the wrong chapter last night. I originally updated the content of chapter 19, but I changed it to chapter 20. .It's edited now, please forgive me! !