Sorry, there are also fake doubles [entertainment circle]

The wind of the air conditioner rustled, the curtains swayed slowly under the lamp, and the clock on the table ticked gently.

The flow of time is always silent and silent, just like the chopstick that Jiang Cheng poked into the ground beef, Zhao Si also hummed in his heart from one to thirty, and he didn't see him lift it up.

"Didn't Teacher Jiang say he didn't go?"

Zhao Si also walked to the dining table, his smiling eyes wished to grow a pair of small wings and float in the air: "Why did you lose the orange peel?":

Jiang Chengcheng decided: "Go in the morning."

Zhao Si also blinked: "Is it easy to cover the blanket at those two points?"

Jiang Cheng: "..."

It was the first time for Zhao Siyi to see Jiang Cheng's embarrassing expression. He had never even had a chance to appreciate it when they were together before.

Jiang Cheng's face gradually turned livid, and Zhao Si didn't dare to make a sound. He could only look at the bed, then at the coffee table, at the desk, and then at the bathroom, trying to distract his attention, but it was still too obvious.

Jiang Cheng: "You really want to laugh?"

"..."

Zhao Siyi shook his head and held back, almost breaking the point: "No, I am born to love to laugh..."

Jiang Cheng said with a cold face, "Laugh again, and you will stay here for a day."

Zhao Si also couldn't hold back, and slipped out in an instant.

"one day."

"..."

Jiang Cheng's expression didn't look like he was joking, Zhao Si also didn't want to stay here and be Dong Dongdong 2.0, suppressed his smile, took a breath again, and told Jiang Cheng the whole story and purpose.

"That's it."

Zhao Si also played the video again and asked, "Mr. Jiang, can you post it?"

After Jiang Cheng leaned on his chair and listened, his expression froze slightly: "Sent all of them?"

Because it needs to be clarified, of course there can’t be any traces of editing, otherwise you will just be beaten by the tail. Jiang Cheng seemed to have thought of this after asking, and before Zhao Siyi could answer, he glanced at the phone screen and said, "You can post it." .”

"Thank you, Teacher Jiang."

After getting the answer, Zhao Si immediately sent Fei Dajin a WeChat message: "Oh, by the way, if you don't want to be recognized, you can make a mosaic and say it's someone else."

"Others?" Jiang Cheng frowned, "Who do you want to talk about?"

Zhao Si also blinked: "Fei Dajin?"

"..."

Jiang Cheng said with a cold face, "No need."

Zhao Siyi: "Oh."

The matter of the video was settled, and he originally wanted to chat with Jiang Cheng about why he stayed there overnight.But considering that Jiang Cheng's thin skin has already been poked into bubble gum, it is likely to collapse directly if the chat continues.Coupled with the fact that Jiang Cheng hadn't slept for two days, Zhao Si also planned to have a large number of adults, so he would go around him first.

"Then I'll go first,"

Zhao Si also held the powder and said reservedly: "You... have a good rest."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to open the door. The moment the door handle was turned, there was a voice behind him:

"one day."

Zhao Siyi's footsteps stopped.

Jiang Cheng said calmly, "I said, one day."

"..."

"Mr. Jiang, I've stayed in your room for so long. If others find out, they will think we have an improper relationship."

Jiang Cheng flipped through the documents: "It's not exactly what you want."

Zhao Siyi: "..."

"And I have to go back to prepare the lines. You said that the filming task will be tight later, and I'm afraid that it will slow down the crew."

Jiang Cheng stood up and took two steps, and threw a script from the bedside: "I have two, let's memorize it, it just happens to be right in a while."

Zhao Siyi: "..."

He gritted his teeth, and decided to bury his head and start making powder.

This hotel is full of suites to the top floor. The third-tier movie theater is sparsely populated. There is a bedroom, a dining room, a living room, and a terrace, which is more than 80 square meters.

Zhao Siyi sat quietly at the dining table and finished eating the bowl of beef noodles. When he raised his head again, he found that Jiang Cheng was no longer on the opposite side.

There was another figure on the balcony who was on the phone. He seemed very busy, and his expression was a little heavy.

Zhao Si also glanced at the bowl of noodles on the opposite side, only barely moved halfway, and two slices of beef floated alone on it, looking a little pitiful.

He subconsciously remembered what Fan Chuyu had said at the entrance of the hotel on the first day here, that Jiangcheng's stomach was not very good.

How can I have a bad stomach?

Zhao Si was also a little lost in thought.

He remembered that when the two of them were together, Jiang Cheng always ate very peacefully, and he didn't even pick what was left of him.

Sometimes he was greedy and bought some snacks, and when he couldn't eat them, he would stuff them into Jiang Cheng's mouth, and the other party would just swallow them without saying a word, as if there was never a time when he couldn't eat them.

The balcony door moved a little, and a bit of setting sun poured into the south-facing window. Jiang Cheng walked back and closed the door.

Zhao Siyi raised his head and asked, "You don't want to eat? Don't you like it?"

Jiang Cheng paused, then put his phone on the table: "I just drank water, it will be a while."

Zhao Si also did not speak, and asked after a while: "Do I really want to stay for a day? How do I sleep at night?"

Jiang Cheng picked up the information again and looked through it, but he didn't say anything and didn't intend to let him go.Zhao Si also couldn't see what he was thinking, so he could only lean on the sofa and start playing with his mobile phone.

In just one hour, the clarification video released by Fei Dajin with his company account has caused quite a stir.

//@电视剧异娱乐V: [Video link][Image link] Regarding the recent incident of our artist Xia Qi being slandered for his personal image, our company, through the great assistance of the majority of netizens, transferred Xia Qi on 9 at the confirmed video time Monitoring of the studio lounge from the evening of September 1st to the morning of September 9nd.It has been confirmed that the artist Xia Qi rested in the studio lounge during this time period, and other artists came in and out at the same time during this period, which can be used as evidence.For those who continue to spread rumors, our company reserves the right to pursue their legal responsibilities.

And Weibo’s popularity has been clearly divided into three factions.

@江心比心: After watching the launch conference, the lounge is obviously not the place in the video, the video hotel has at least ten floors. //@surfnun: This video is hard, and there are people in and out. //@ The first line of eating melons in the besieged city: Big reversal? ? ? ? ? ? ? (18672 retweets)

@我鲸了: And who is that ghost?If it's the gold master, isn't it just right? //@You Fan people: Three-story bungalow, how do you know there is no room in the video?There are also people who sleep on Kang in Hainan. @ Irritable Girl: Where is it hard?Can't you see him going in at night and coming out in the morning?Did you go through the back door halfway?Did you edit it halfway? (17654 forwarding)

@百年好合: I lost it!Is it true?I think so too, he also took a blanket in the middle? //@我打的cp is all yellow: That figure obviously came out of the car, the car is Jiangcheng's nanny car, they stayed together all night? //@无点女孩never run away: Am I the only one who notices the car in the lower right corner?And this is Jiangcheng's lounge, right?Didn't he go in to find Jiang Cheng? (14273 retweets)

The battlefield was too chaotic, Zhao Siyi frowned and turned off his phone again. It seemed that the effect of the clarification video was not as perfect as imagined. After all, the population has one mouth, unless it is really embarrassing to shoot surveillance for ten hours, otherwise there is no way to explain.

Zhao Si was also short of breath, but he was imprisoned here again by Young Master Jiang, so he could not go to Fei Dajin to discuss countermeasures, so he could only lie on the sofa and shout:

"so boring--"

"..."

Jiang Cheng sat at the table and looked up at him.

After a while, Zhao Siyi felt a hard and thick object being thrown towards his leg.Sit up and look, it is an ipad.

"Find something for yourself." Jiang Cheng said coldly, "Don't make noise."

It's better to play something than nothing, Zhao Siyi put down his phone and picked it up, the ipad doesn't have a password, and there are few icons on the desktop, it looks like it's just something to pass the time.

He casually clicked on a penguin video, and the account on it was already automatically logged in, and some recommended videos popped up on the homepage. Zhao Siyi flipped through it several times, and suddenly noticed a small box in the lower left corner, which said historical records .

In a literary and artistic drama, there is a column that is particularly conspicuous.

"24 Devil Legend"

Last Viewed: 05:17, May 20

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May.

Zhao Siyi's heart suddenly dropped.

The filming started at the end of June, and May is still far away from joining the team, and even the roles have just been decided...

Jiang Cheng was watching Tianmoba?

He thought about it again, indeed, Xia Qi and himself are twins, and there is almost no difference in appearance. If Jiang Cheng sees it, it is normal for him to want to know more about it.It was even because Jiang Cheng saw this that he confirmed that Xia Qi was Xia Qi, a completely different person.

Just looking at such a TV series, from the poster to the name to the introduction, there is almost nowhere to make people think, and some devil-like thoughts began to take root again.

Is it possible that Jiang Cheng is because of his...

"Here you boil some hot water."

"..."

Zhao Si also raised his head from the Tianmoba, broke the demonic barrier held by Jiang Cheng in a second, and suddenly found that he had been treated as Dong Dongdong.

Because Jiangcheng's stomach medicine has always been brought by Dong Dongdong, this time he left in a hurry and was not by his side.Turning day and night upside down and drinking cold water, I feel a little uncomfortable at the moment, and my face doesn't look very good:

"Just pour a glass and put it in the living room. I'll go to sleep for a while."

Zhao Siyi's eyes lit up, and he agreed embarrassingly: "Okay, Mr. Jiang, you can rest."

He was finally able to walk, he breathed a sigh of relief, and planned to run away when Jiang Cheng slept more soundly.Otherwise, he would be suffocated to death here before he could figure out what love is.

Jiangcheng on the other side didn't move.

"What good?"

Jiang Cheng looked at him with a sense of insight: "You will leave when I fall asleep?"

Zhao Siyi tongue tied: "No..."

Jiang Cheng: "The lines in the two scenes behind this, I got up and got off the script."

Zhao Siyi: ...

The stainless-steel electric kettle was humming, and Zhao Siyi was standing in the kitchen, holding the script in his hand, but he was a little absent-minded.

For a while, his mind was about what happened to Tian Moba just now, and for a while, Jiang Cheng had a bad stomach, and he didn't notice that the water was boiling for a long time.

For some reason, he suddenly had the feeling that he had been absent for many years. He had no idea what happened in Jiangcheng these years, and he had no way of knowing why Jiangcheng became like this.

Even Fan Chuyu knew that Jiang Cheng had a bad stomach, but he didn't.

Zhao Si also walked back to the living room, picked up the tablet lying on the sofa, and suddenly felt a little bitterness in his heart.He opened the browser and looked up the names of several commonly used stomach medicines and stomach-nourishing foods, and then checked the location of the nearby pharmacy.

He just left secretly for a while, he felt that Jiang Cheng would have no objections.

The door of the bedroom had been closed for a while, and Zhao Si also went out with a hat on, but he did not expect that the pharmacy looked close, but it was far away without a car. He tossed back and forth for more than two hours, waiting for him to carry a small bag When the medicine came back, it was completely dark, and Jiang Cheng had already sat back on the sofa.

Holding the tablet in his hand, his face was slightly frozen, staring at the several search histories that automatically popped up in the search box.

Gut

Promote gastrointestinal motility

Moisturize

Long-lasting

pharmacy

Zhao Si also took off his hat to fan himself, hurried to the front of the air conditioner in two steps, and glanced at Jiang Cheng.

He didn't know if Jiang Cheng was angry that he had sneaked out, so he began to laugh: "I just went out and bought some to use at night, otherwise I won't feel well."

"..."

After a long time, he heard Jiang Cheng's "hmm", as if it was forcefully pulled out of his throat.

?

It's quite reasonable to imprison a boy from a good family in broad daylight...

The weather in early September was sweltering, and Zhao Si also went out for more than two hours, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his body. After blowing on the air conditioner for a while, he still felt sticky and uncomfortable, so he slapped Jiang Cheng in front of him:

"Mr. Jiang, I want to take a bath first."

"..."

After Zhao Siyi finished speaking, he clearly felt Jiang Cheng's Adam's apple rolled, as if he was about to say something, but was forcibly swallowed back.

Look, if you enclose people here as Dong Dongdong, and you don't want people to take a bath, what kind of dog landlord.

Zhao Siyi pouted: "If it doesn't work, I'll go back..."

Jiang Cheng raised his hand: "There are T-shirts in the cabinet.

Zhao Siyi: "Oh."

He took a Jiangcheng from the closet and put it on the bottom. It looked like a T-shirt he wouldn't wear. There was a sound of water pattering, and the dense mist gradually covered the glass, leaving a blurry figure behind.

After Zhao Siyi took a shower and dried his hair, he felt much refreshed. He squinted his eyes and wanted to lie down and blow on the air conditioner, and then remembered the bag of medicine in the kitchen.

Buying is an impulsive purchase, but to really care about it brazenly, you need a little psychological construction.

If it was before, he might let Jiang Cheng swallow it without saying a word, and then preach, because no matter what, Jiang Cheng would never reject him, and never rejected him.

Except that one time.

But now the relationship between the two is not what it used to be.Jiang Cheng has changed, so has he. Whether he can get along again is a question mark that no one knows. Zhao Siyi often feels that it is meaningless to cling to the past, but he is often held back by the past.

Zhao Si also pursed his lips, watching Jiang Cheng keep his head down in the living room to handle his work, so he poured a cup of warm water, picked out two pills of the most commonly used common stomach medicine, and brought them to the living room.

There was a little crackling sound as the slippers stepped on the ground, and Jiang Cheng's ear moved slightly.

Zhao Si also saw that his expression was a little unnatural, as if he was planning to say something, he hesitated to speak, so he lowered his head and slowly made construction in his heart.

"Boom"

The sound of the porcelain cup falling on the table was very crisp.

Zhao Siyi and Jiang Cheng looked at each other for a moment, and the two voices intertwined in the room.

Jiang Cheng: "Too fast,"

Zhao Siyi: "Will you take some medicine?"

......

Lighted living room, breezy.

"The last sentence was wrong."

"What do you take him for..."

"It's not him, it's him."

"..."

Zhao Siyi knelt down on the sofa with a dull expression on his face. Jiang Cheng held the script in his hand and showed no expression: "Continue, I said I'm going to release the script."

"But I just went to buy stomach medicine for you." Zhao Si also argued hard.

"I didn't ask you to buy stomach medicine. I asked you to review the script." The blackness on Jiang Cheng's face hadn't completely faded away, and there was a sense of unfinished business,

Zhao Si also gritted his teeth: "Then why did you just drink my water and take my pills?"

Jiang Cheng: "Because you rushed to deliver it."

Zhao Siyi: "..."

No matter how concerned you are, I am a dog.

Jiang Cheng held two scripts in his hands, calmly looked at the angry expression of the person on the sofa, and threw the scripts over after a while: "Read it carefully."

It has been a month since some old white bound book fell between Zhao Siyi's legs. He picked it up awkwardly, and said "Oh" reluctantly. The next second, Jiang Cheng had already pulled a blanket from the side, Cover where the script fell just now.

Jiang Cheng: "Just say it's cold."

Zhao Siyi: "..."

Who is cold?

Wearing pants and covering the legs, I am afraid that someone has a ghost in their hearts.

Zhao Siyi held back his anger and looked down at the script. After a while, the phone rang, and it was Fei Dajin.

He thought that the savior had finally arrived, pressed the answer button, and was about to ask Fei Dajin to rescue someone, when a shout suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Fuck, where are you?"

Zhao Siyi was taken aback, but Fei Dajin's voice continued: "Did you know that Zhao Xiaoli just posted on Weibo."

Fei Dajin: "Just now, this girl has a bit of conscience. She posted on Weibo about Fan Chuyu giving you clothes in the locker room. Now the Internet has exploded, and the surname Fan is in bad luck. Scolding, and various small papers analyzing what happened."

Zhao Siyi's voice trembled slightly: "She said it?" He still couldn't believe it.

"That's right, I've said it, I've said it all, she's Fan Chuyu's assistant, someone from Qingyi, she has nothing to do with us, she said that Fan Chuyu gave you the clothes, who can't believe it?"

Fei Dajin couldn't hide the smile in his words: "Let me tell you, the reporters are going crazy looking for you now, and Fan Chuyu's manager just called me and said that Fan Chuyu wants to talk to you face to face. Let's talk about how to solve this matter, I have blocked the call and I didn't answer it, I guess I will knock on your door in a while, so take it easy."

Fei Dajin was furious: "Damn, you were scolded like that by splashing dirty water at that time, and they didn't see them come out to clarify, but if he said a word, you wouldn't be directly hammered to death. It's better now, the fire burned to your house and you know I'm in a hurry, one or two are rushing up, I want you to help me talk, what a fart, I'm pooh-poohing his ancestors!"

Fei Dajin's voice became louder: "I called you just to remind you, but don't open the door for them, and don't answer other people's calls. Let me tell you that they are all veterans in the industry, and they may be covered with recordings. A pen, a few words can put you in the trap, you don’t understand this business, so don’t just agree to chat with people.”

Zhao Si also gave a "hmm", and after thinking about it, he simply said, "I'm here in Jiangcheng."

Fei Dajin was startled: "Are you still there?"

Zhao Siyi: "Yes."

Fei Dajin: "You..."

Zhao Siyi: "Nothing."

"Oh."

Fei Dajin's voice dropped, and then raised again after a while: "But you are fine with him, no one dares to disturb Jiangcheng, you are clean there, and he can still protect you, you'd better stay there all day .”

Like a small stone suddenly hit the calm water, Zhao Siyi's heart skipped a beat.

one day.

What Jiang Cheng said happened to be one day.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Si also opened Weibo. There was almost no search. Various entertainment big Vs on the homepage were already tweeting frantically.

@赵小丽Zxl: I’m sorry I didn’t post on Weibo until now. I’m Fan Chuyu’s assistant, and I’m also an employee of Qingyi. I was a little scared when I saw the public opinion on the Internet these days, but I still decided to tell the truth. At the end of July, I was filming with Fan Chuyu on the set of Siege City. At that time, I accidentally spilled orange juice on Teacher Xia Qi. Later, Fan Chuyu gave him my T-shirt to replace, which happened to be the one in the video. After the incident happened I was very disturbed, seeing that Mr. Xia Qi was being discussed a lot, so I decided to speak out.

In just 10 minutes, the number of comments on this Weibo has exceeded [-].

@增城吃蓆一线: Do you think the melons are finished?No, it never has. (7.9w likes)

@猎城里的猹: @范楚玉Fantyc@青一Eai What do you say?In the past two days, they have been scolded as selling, but you have not said a word. (7.2w likes)

@turkey eating melon: I feel a little pity for xq, this is really an unwarranted disaster. (6.9w likes)

@不是门人: What’s the fuss about the rubbish stuff here?Whose salary are you talking about like that?Give the wrong clothes?Didn't know he was wearing my brother's t-shirt to get fucked while giving clothes. (3.1w likes)

@守护美丽男孩: What about the video?The video is also very good, people just stay in the lounge all night, not to mention that the lounge is as magnificent as a hotel. (3.3w likes)

@排人阅: Isn’t this girl Fan Chuyu’s girlfriend, now she’s an assistant?So Fan Chuyu doesn't have a girlfriend at all? (2.7w likes)

Although there are still some doubts, the wind direction of the whole public opinion has changed a lot. Zhao Siyi inexplicably feels that a thread in his heart is slowly tightening, as if there is someone pulling at the other end of the thread.

Is it Jiangcheng?

If Zhao Xiaoli really felt uneasy about being slandered, why didn't she clarify it at the very beginning, but wait until the matter has fermented?

From another perspective, since she had chosen to protect herself wisely and stood aside with Fan Chuyu and Qingyi, why did she suddenly stand up and break the two-day silence.

It happened to be at this time.

The room in Jiangcheng was still very quiet, as if no amount of hustle and bustle outside had anything to do with this place. No one would have thought that the core protagonist of the incident was here, and no one could find him.

Zhao Si also glanced at Jiang Cheng. He was sitting at the table, looking down slightly at a bunch of materials, which looked like a book to be selected later, and he didn't care or be surprised by the content of the phone call.

Zhao Si also felt that he wasn't too stupid, so he opened his mouth and asked, "You asked Zhao Xiaoli to post on Weibo?"

If there is no guarantee, or some directly related interest disputes, he doesn't think that Zhao Xiaoli, who chose to give up even clarifying to himself, will stand up and speak for him.

The only possibility is that someone persuaded her.

Jiang Cheng lowered his head and turned the pages, his voice calm: "She should have made it clear."

Not a denial.

Zhao Si also nodded, and asked again: "Then you let me stay here..."

He wanted to ask if it was for his own sake, if he was worried that he would not be able to handle too many reporters and complicated questions, as well as the pressure from Fan Chuyu and Qing, so he was kept here.

But he was afraid that he would be too narcissistic when he said it, so he thought about his words.

Zhao Siyi: "Are you afraid that I'm too simple?"

Jiang Cheng: "Didn't you deliver it yourself?"

Zhao Siyi: "..."

He knows it!

Although the truth couldn't be tougher, after guessing Jiang Cheng's thoughts, Zhao Siyi suddenly calmed down a lot, as if something filled up the uneasiness in his heart a little bit, and he became less restrained.

He sat down and honestly read the script for a while, ordered some porridge, watched Jiang Cheng finish eating, and became much more excited. Just a serious question:

"Mr. Jiang, where do I sleep?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him and said nothing.

Zhao Si also stretched out his head, and nuzzled his mouth: "Cough, it's almost twelve o'clock, and it's not early, how about I go back..."

"Need not."

Zhao Si also paused.

When Jiang Cheng said he didn't need to go back, that meant he wanted him to sleep here.

That means he will go to Jiangcheng's bed and sleep with Jiangcheng.

The face in front of him was calm and handsome, Jiang Cheng seemed to be thinking, the shadow of an incandescent lamp on the bridge of his straight nose made his whole face look soft and lazy.

Zhao Siyi's heartbeat suddenly jumped two beats.

It's different from staying together and eating together, this is sleeping on the same bed.

When he broke up with Jiang Cheng, it was because of "sleeping", "touching", and "body". Until now, he is still very sensitive to these.

In the past few years, a Jiangcheng who seemed to have matured and no longer had these troubles stood in front of him, if he could sleep together...

Zhao Si also felt a little throbbing in his heart.

He always felt that the reason why he didn't confess to Jiang Cheng was because he didn't know if Jiang Cheng was different from before and could accept him.

If you can't, it's just one more try and then you will be sad and frustrated, and you have to face the original embarrassment again, which is not necessary.

He admitted that he was very cautious in this matter, and he was very vulnerable. If he was not fully sure, he didn't want to go head-on and hit his head badly.

Zhao Siyi raised his brows a little, lowered his eyes halfway, and asked in a low voice: "Then will I disturb you when I sleep on the bed..."

Jiang Cheng: "You sleep on the sofa."

Zhao Siyi: "?"

Jiang Cheng got up: "I'll have someone bring the quilt up."

Zhao Siyi: "??"

It was almost twelve o'clock, two waiters brought up a new quilt, Jiang Cheng threw a pillow from the bed, Zhao Siyi watched his "single bed" being tidied up, feeling tight in chest and short of breath.

Autumn night is approaching, and the cicadas are singing much less. The sofa is not narrow, and there are two soft corners between the heads, which is more than enough for one person to lie on.

But Zhao Si also tossed and turned, still feeling suffocated.

Imprisoning him here, treating him as Dong Dongdong's envoy, not giving him a bed, and having to recite his words, how can there be such a reason in the world.

What's more, the hotels in the suburbs are not big but the bed is big. The kingsize bed is not too crowded for three people, but only for two men. If there is no ghost in his heart, why would he drive him to sleep on the sofa? ?

Zhao Si also couldn't help shouting: "Ah———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————  

There was no echo from the bedroom.

Zhao Si also reached out and shook the water glass on the coffee table, making a little rattling sound: "Turn over and almost fall——"

The bedroom was still quiet.

Zhao Si also got angry, kicked the small pillow, and got into the quilt.

He remembered that back then, Jiangcheng always gave him the bed to sleep in.

Zhao Si also couldn't remember many details. He only remembered that he was absent from class for a day, and Jiang Cheng sat alone at an empty desk for a day. After school, he rarely went to the teacher's office and stood in front of the desk.

"family address?"

The female homeroom teacher flipped through the file bag and looked at it curiously: "What's wrong?"

The 17-year-old Jiang Cheng was already tall. Standing in the office, the male teacher next to him could only look up at him, handsome and refreshing.

Jiang Cheng: "He didn't come today, I'll deliver homework."

The female class teacher said "Oh", she turned out Zhao Siyi's page, copied it, and handed it over: "However, Zhao Siyi took a leave of absence, just for one day, and you can just put your homework in the drawer, not bad for the night."

She always felt that Jiangcheng and the delivery of homework books were a bit strange and inexplicably incompatible.Moreover, this is a specialty class, and handing in homework has always been very idle.

"Why... why did he ask for leave?"

Jiang Cheng folded the note with his home address in half and put it in his pocket.

Holding the cup, the female head teacher recalled, "It seems that something happened at home. Students in your art class asked for leave to go out to perform and compete. There were too many performances and competitions. I didn't ask in detail for just a day or two."

"Thank you, teacher."

Jiangcheng took a taxi and arrived at the address on the note. It was a very nice and high-end community. He pressed the house number of Zhao Siyi's house downstairs, but there was no one answering the communicator.

After repeated several times, there was only the hum of electricity, until a slightly fat old aunt came in from the outside with a bag of fruit, and opened the door for Jiangcheng with the access control.

She rarely saw such a handsome young man, so she took a second look in the elevator, and Jiang Cheng was wearing a No. 1502 Middle School uniform, thinking he was a good student, so she enthusiastically said, "Are you looking for [-]? There is no one in his house."

Jiang Cheng stood at the door and stopped knocking: "No one?"

The old aunt nodded: "Old Zhao drank too much and got into a fight last night. His son must be at the police station."

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly.

"It's not just once or twice. People in their teens don't have much work, and they have a lot of houses at home. He would make trouble and fight outside after drinking. I could hear the chaos downstairs at home."

The old aunt shook her head: "The beatings were fierce a few times before, and the children were transferred to another school. I heard that my wife ran away very early because of this. She is not a good person."

Jiang Cheng: "What's his father's name?"

"Zhao Xi, Ri Zhuo Xi."

The old aunt smiled: "Fortunately, his son has a good personality. Sometimes his father would not open the door for him when he was drunk at home, so he would come to my house to help me pick vegetables. He has a sweet mouth and is very lovable."

Zhao Si also didn't quite remember that it was the first time he went to the police station, but he only remembered that Zhao Xi didn't come out from morning till night.

But it wasn't the longest time. He remembered that when he was a child, Zhao Xi was imprisoned for a week for fighting and causing trouble, and he couldn't go home that week.

Later, sleepiness hit him, and he fell asleep on the chair in the police station. After an unknown period of time, he suddenly fell onto a warm, gentle, but not so soft cushion.

Zhao Si also opened his eyes and saw the dense night, the dark blue summer night was a little tired, he was lying on Jiang Cheng's back, and Jiang Cheng's schoolbag was hanging on his shoulder.

After reacting for a while, he asked in a low voice, "Where's my dad?"

"Let it go."

Jiang Cheng's voice was very soft, like a gust of wind gliding past his ears.

Zhao Si also nodded: "Thank you."

According to his level of self-study on fighting and disturbing social order/security, he felt that Zhao Xi should not come out so soon, and he would have to be locked up for another two days anyway.

"Why don't you go home?" Jiang Cheng asked calmly.

Zhao Si also knew that what he asked was why he had to wait at the police station and why he didn't stay at home by himself, but he didn't answer.

Zhao Xie is an extremely selfish person. He is the only one who has the keys to almost all the houses. He didn't let his mother take one away during the divorce, so naturally he wouldn't let the other party have a chance to come back.

Zhao Si was often locked outside by him, and he got used to it over time, but fortunately, Zhao Xie would not short him for food and clothing, and was still supporting him as an individual.

Zhao Siyi pouted, and leaned on Jiang Cheng's back: "Let him know that I didn't go to get him to sleep at home by himself, and I'm going to endanger the society when I come out."

Jiang Cheng didn't speak, Zhao Siyi lay down for a while, and looked up at the road.

The darkness in front of him didn't quite look like the way home. He patted Jiang Cheng lightly, his head still buried in the neck of the person under him, like a sleepy bird: "I'll go by myself."

Jiang Cheng turned his head and glanced at him: "No need."

The bird raised its head a little and looked over: "Do you know where my home is?"

Jiang Cheng said, "Go back to my house first."

The two walked in silence for a while, Zhao Siyi really didn't want to go back to face Zhao Xie, and felt that it was very comfortable for someone to carry him like this, so he just lay on his stomach and let his voice become blurred:

"Jiangcheng, I'm so sleepy."

Jiang Cheng: "Go back and sleep."

Zhao Siyi: "Is there a bed for me? I have very long legs."

Jiang Cheng: "You can sleep in my bed."

Zhao Siyi: "Then what about you?"

Jiang Cheng: "I sleep on the sofa."

He didn't remember how long they had been walking, and it didn't seem to be long, because a car came to pick them up soon.

Afterwards, only the fading lights reflected on the face through the car window, alternating from dim to bright.

Zhao Si also clearly remembered that Jiang Cheng was talking about him sleeping on the sofa.

Although he didn't let Young Master Jiang sleep on the sofa later, at least some of the people's attitudes were correct.

"Jiangcheng, I'm so sleepy."

Unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality, Zhao Siyi murmured something, then turned over and buried his head in a deep sleep.

It rained a little in the morning, and disappeared quickly after wetting the ground.

It was 08:30 when Zhao Siyi opened his eyes. He subconsciously reached out to touch the phone, but all he could see was a wide and solid wall, and his palm felt a little warm.

Zhao Si also reacted for a second.

Fluffy pillows, white sheets, clean and smelling of mint.

He still remembered that he was still on the sofa outside when he closed his eyes, but now there was clearly a bed under him.

And if he is not blind, the "wall" in front of him is Jiangcheng.

Zhao Si also moved unconsciously, and the person caught by him quickly opened his eyes. Jiang Cheng didn't seem to be sleeping deeply, so he turned around subconsciously, and just happened to press on the pendant behind him.

"..."

Soft to the touch, with a little body/warm fragrance, it does not respond quickly to the sluggish senses in the early morning.

Jiang Cheng turned around slowly, wanting to see the "thing" under the diaphragm, Zhao Si also hurriedly pulled out his hand, grinning unhappily: "You're pressing on me, it hurts."

Jiang Cheng woke up instantly.

"you…"

"What about me? Didn't you let me sleep on the sofa? Why am I on the bed?"

Zhao Si also looked at him vigilantly: "What did you do to me in the middle of the night?"

Jiang Cheng paused, as if remembering something, his eyes darkened: "You are too noisy."

Zhao Si also gritted his teeth: "Then you can let me go back to the room."

Jiang Cheng's eyes regained clarity, and he looked at him coldly: "You sleep like a pig, you can't wake up."

"..."

Zhao Si also kicked the quilt: "Then how did I get on the bed?"

Jiang Cheng calmly said, "I climbed up by myself."

Zhao Siyi: "..."

The hot air in the quilt diffused into the air with the scattered quilt, and Jiang Cheng's body temperature was gently attached to his body through the fabric.

Although the conversation in the early morning was not good, Zhao Si also suddenly remembered the many mornings when he and Jiang Cheng faced each other and woke up.

like clothes pressed down by stones