Sorry, there are also fake doubles [entertainment circle]

"lay down."

Jiang Cheng's face was dark, and before he had time to turn around, the restless person behind had already reached out to the table with one hand, and pulled away the ugly little note that was trampled on.

"Teacher Jiang, what is this?"

Zhao Si also muttered, lifted the small note in his hand, and half leaned against the table.

Through the light from the mirror circle, one point has been worn very faintly, and the gel pen characters so faded that they are almost invisible are printed horizontally in the center of the note.

The first few small characters were blurred to the point where they could not be seen clearly, and the last part was slightly yellowed because it had not been stepped on.

The crooked and small characters are as ugly as a dog crawling.

Zhao Si also squinted his eyes, and could vaguely recognize three small characters in the middle: beef powder.

Zhao Siyi: "Tsk, Teacher Jiang misses the noodles we ate together so soon?"

Jiang Cheng: "No."

Jiang Cheng's face turned blue, he was forced to self-cultivate and didn't want to grab it, Zhao Si couldn't help itching, and winked at people: "Want to eat?"

"Do not want to."

"Then what is this..."

With a deep voice lingering in his ears, Zhao Siyi subconsciously answered, but he couldn't finish his sentence.

Like a jammed music box, only one string is shaking slightly.

Zhao Siyi's expression slowly froze,

The note in his hand was like a wave, hitting the silent rocky reef, rolling out an undercurrent in the depths of memory.

Those things that he thought he would forget seemed to come up slowly again, Zhao Si also looked at the bright little note under the lamp, and suddenly remembered something.

beef noodles.

rainy evening.

kiss.

It seems that after Jiang Cheng carried him home that time, sometimes when he couldn't enter the house at night, Zhao Si would also send Jiang Cheng a message.

Sometimes very serious:

41: I don’t understand some homework, so I’ll ask you.

Sometimes erratic:

41: I want to eat beef noodles made by Aunt Zhang.

Jiang Cheng never exposed him, and always said a short sentence: "Okay".

In the beginning, the frequency was not high, only once or twice a month, and the messages were only received when Jiangcheng arrived home.

Later, it gradually changed to once every half a month, and the time stayed longer and longer. When the semester was about to end, the frequency of Zhao Siyi's sending messages gradually increased, becoming once a week, or even twice a week.He no longer waited until he went home, and often went directly after school. Jiangcheng was always "good".

At the end of June, in the last Chinese class of the second year of high school, the only sound in the classroom was the rustling of writing papers.

After Jiang Cheng finished writing the composition, he felt a light touch on his elbow, and a small note was handed over to him.

A line torn from the horizontal line book, with a line of small characters crooked, just like the person next to him.

Seeing it makes me laugh unconsciously.

[I want to eat the beef noodles made by Aunt Zhang, how about tonight? 】

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then raised his pen to write down a "good" in an elegant and vigorous way.

When get out of class was over, he took out his phone from the belly of the table, sent a brief message on WeChat that "I have something to do and I won't be going home tonight", and then took Zhao Siyi back to the apartment next to the school.

Zhao Siyi has been here many times, he is familiar with the roads, and the electronic key card is swiped on his small face, and there is a sound of "ding", but he didn't see anyone when he entered the door, and the kitchen was very quiet, so he asked with a smile: "Aunt Zhang is not here ?”

Usually when school is over, the kitchen is usually already on fire, and Jiangcheng will greet them in advance, and the smell of stewed beef will be heard as soon as they enter the door.

Jiang Cheng squeezed his phone to send a message, and replied vaguely: "Go shopping, do homework first."

Zhao Siyi: "Oh."

It's a pity that the weather is not beautiful. There are many rainy seasons in June in Chengjiang.

It was hard to tell whether it was the rain or the air conditioner that was ringing in my ears, and a water curtain under the window rafters wet the young man's thoughts.

Jiang Cheng looked at the information on his phone and frowned slightly.

Aunt Zhang: Xiao Jiang, aren't you going back to the mansion today?

Aunt Zhang: It was raining too much. I pretended you weren’t here today so I didn’t go there. Now the ferry has stopped.There are cakes and fruits in the refrigerator, you and Ayi make a cushion, and Auntie will make them for you tomorrow.

Zhao Si also put down his schoolbag and took out his homework. He had never been in Jiangcheng's study room, but when he came, he just lay down on the small coffee table, sitting on a futon, with the central air conditioner on top of his head, like a puppy greedy for cold.

Jiang Cheng: "I'll go out for a while."

There was a whisper at the door, and when Zhao Siyi turned his head to look, Jiang Cheng had disappeared.

The strap of the schoolbag that had just been thrown in slowly collapsed, and before Zhao Si could shout, he turned his head and looked out the window.

The sky has changed color.

Time seemed to go by very slowly. He was absent-minded on a test paper, and when he heard the door again, more than an hour had passed.

The pen in his hand landed on the coffee table, and almost as soon as he heard the sound, he ran to the door, like a cat placed next to an empty bowl, pouted unhappily: "Where did you go?"

The door is opened.

A burst of damp mint smell hit the tip of the nose.

The second half of Zhao Siyi's sentence was suspended in the air.

In the dusk that was more urgent than people, Jiang Cheng outside the door was half drenched.

The boy's short black hair was drenched in the rain and fell on his forehead, and was stroked down by his hands. Two lines of water droplets fell along the bridge of his tall nose, and dripped on the two portions of beef noodles he was carrying.

The white plastic bag was dented a little, and Zhao Siyi's eyes froze.

"Feel sorry."

Jiang Cheng closed the door.

The plastic bag was placed on the coffee table, and soon water droplets gathered around it.

Sometimes the two of them are too lazy to go to the restaurant, so they will eat here while doing their homework, but now the bag is on the table, but no one reaches out to unpack it.

Jiang Cheng sat on the small cushion next to Zhao Siyi and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"It's raining, she can't make it through."

In the crimson sky, the clouds had drifted far away, as if they had deviated from their original trajectory. Jiang Cheng's voice was very low:

"I was going home tonight."

Zhao Si also knew that he was explaining why he didn't have beef powder to eat, but he suddenly felt edgy, as if it didn't matter at all.

Jiang Cheng reached out to untie the bag: "Is this okay?"

Zhao Si also felt a gust of cold wind hit his body. He watched Jiang Cheng's soaked clothes being blown open a little, and when he put them back on, there seemed to be a bundle of coolness, hitting the back of his neck directly.

"that,"

"Ok?"

Jiang Cheng paused and looked sideways at him.

Zhao Siyi rested his chin on his knee and whispered:

"Actually, my dad...didn't drink much today."

I don't know how long it took, and I didn't even feel the numbness of my legs. Zhao Si also felt something jumping in his heart, and his voice became softer:

"Actually... I didn't drink much the day before yesterday."

There was no movement nearby, and Zhao Si couldn't help it. He took a sneak peek at Jiang Cheng's slightly startled face, then lowered his head, his voice wishing he could get into the cracks in the ground: "I didn't drink too much last week..."

As if for a moment, the rain stopped.

Without the noisy background sound, the living room became quiet, and even breathing became audible.

Jiang Cheng remained silent.

"Excuse me..."

Zhao Si didn't dare to wait any longer, and stretched out his hand to untie the bag of beef powder, talking about hurdles, but the next moment, his whole body was suddenly drenched.

The cold tiles were pressed against the young man's thin back, and the hard touch made people clearly aware of what happened.

Water droplets from Jiang Cheng's hair slowly fell on his face, and his lips became hot.

Soft and thin to the touch, with a hint of rain.

It is the taste of Jiangcheng.

The light from the roof diffused into a blank, and Zhao Si also felt that he was standing in the rain,

Jiang Cheng kissed him.

Jiang Cheng actually kissed him.

It was just the touch of lips to lips. He couldn't remember how long Jiang Cheng had kissed him, and it seemed like a long time. By the time he saw that face clearly again, the sky outside the window had already cleared.

"..."

Zhao Si also lay on the cold tiles, like a quail that hadn't caught a good one, with his head sideways and his mouth deflated:

"How can you be like this."

Jiang Cheng rested his hand on the back of his head, his eyes glowed with softness, "How about me?"

"..." Zhao Si was also angry: "You didn't even ask me."

Jiang Cheng: "How to ask?"

Zhao Siyi: "..."

Zhao Si also gritted his teeth in his heart, but couldn't say those sour words, and finally kicked the air awkwardly twice, and Jiang Cheng kissed again.

Say it or not, some relationships have changed.

"give me back."

The same face, over the past five years, has been replaced by a face of frost.

Zhao Si also came back to his senses, Jiang Cheng had already approached him, he stretched out his hand to lift the note a bit higher, but because he was shorter than Jiang Cheng, he was quickly grabbed by the wrist.

Zhao Si also grabbed the note in his hand, and Jiang Cheng pressed his whole body in front of the table.

"what is this?"

Zhao Si also stared at him and asked.

Jiang Cheng still didn't speak, his thoughts came up, his eyes lit up slightly: "Write it to you?"

"Put it down and get out."

Zhao Siyi changed the hand of the note, and said unforgivingly: "Is it a love letter from my little lover?"

"..."

Zhao Si also stared at those deep eyes. The man's mature appearance was impeccable and perfect. He was much more charming than when he was a teenager, but he was a little more indifferent and alienated.

Jiang Cheng clutched his wrist, his eyes became darker and darker, after a moment of silence, he whispered:

"Ah."

Zhao Siyi: "..."

The moment he was slightly dazed, Jiang Cheng had already pulled the note back from his hand, and put it back in the book without wiping it again.

The movement in the living room subsided.

There were two stinging sounds from outside the door, the assistant director and Dong Dongdong were already urging, Jiang Cheng put the book back in the drawer, and picked up the script from the coffee table.

Zhao Si also froze in place.

He didn't expect Jiang Cheng to admit it.

"Is it something from a long time ago?"

Zhao Si also had no reason to ask.

Jiang Cheng copied and pasted: "Yes."

Zhao Siyi stood alone at the table, clenched his hands inexplicably. He knew he shouldn't be so impulsive, but his mouth was not controlled by his brain.

"Then do you like him?"

Jiang Cheng walked towards the door: "It's none of your business."

"..."

Zhao Siyi's mouth fluttered: "I'll help him ask."

Jiang Cheng: "No need."

Zhao Siyi: "?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at the person standing in front of the table who was asking questions, his thin eyes drooped:

"He's very shy, not as unrestrained as you."