Sorry, there are also fake doubles [entertainment circle]

"Xiao... Teacher Xiaoxia, are we really going to find Brother Jiang?"

Dong Dongdong was driving the car. He was let go from Jiangcheng a day ago, and now he drove back, a little timidly: "But Brother Jiang only said that I would wash tomatoes for you..." He didn't let you eat at his house.

"Is it difficult to enter Jiangcheng's house?"

Zhao Si also looked at the scenery of Beicheng outside the window, thinking that this is the city where Jiangcheng has lived for more than five years, and asked casually, "Is there much fun in Beicheng?"

"It's easy to get in. I have the key card and the key. And Haiyue Bay has strict security outside, so I'm not afraid of being photographed."

Dong Dongdong parked the car in the underground garage, and took Zhao Siyi upstairs: "The air in Beicheng is a bit dry, so we need to turn on the humidifier in advance, but Brother Jiang has good skin, so you can't even see the pores."

"It's fun, I don't know much about it. In fact, I have only been with Brother Jiang for two years. He is very busy. He often finishes filming after one crew finishes and waits for the next one, non-stop."

Dong Dongdong calculated: "It is said that I have lived here for five years, and it is estimated that I have stayed here for less than a hundred days."

That is to be outside all the time, maybe not even a home.

Zhao Si also understood, and couldn't help asking: "Then how is he... today?"

Dong Dongdong reacted for a while, and said: "We spent a day on the road, it's late at night now, brother Jiang should be socializing."

entertainment.

It's socializing so soon.

Zhao Si also lowered his head slightly.

Sure enough, it has come to this point.

"Then... what kind of entertainment did he go to?"

"What kind?" Dong Dongdong frowned.

Ever since he joined Jiangcheng, it was inevitable for these bigwigs to meet at the dinner table. If he had to say which one, he was a little confused for a while.

But he had already suffered a loss, so he couldn't talk nonsense anymore, so he said, "Brother Jiang didn't let me follow this time, and I don't know too well."

"..."

Zhao Siyi's complexion darkened a little.

It seems that the situation in Jiangcheng is more difficult than he imagined, and it is not suitable for Dong Dongdong to see.

In the home-style elevator, Dong Dongdong opened the door and entered the password, and Zhao Siyi followed.

The entire apartment is very large, nearly [-] square meters, with a minimalist and elegant style, just the way Jiangcheng likes it at first glance.

It's just that there are no traces of life anywhere, and there is not much difference from a hotel.

Dong Dongdong came out with a pair of slippers, poured another glass of water for Zhao Siyi, then washed a large plate of small tomatoes that he had brought, and put them on the coffee table.

All New Zealand.

Zhao Si also choked for a moment: "Okay, you go back first."

"Ah?" Dong Dongdong was startled: "No, I'll take care of you here until Brother Jiang comes back."

Zhao Siyi: "It's okay, let's go back."

"..."

Dong Dongdong remembered the threat of "wash the tomatoes and leave if the service is not good", and decided to listen to the younger one first, sent a message to Jiangcheng to inform the situation, and then put on his bag.

Zhao Si also sent him to the elevator, and then came back to open the door.But the door lock of Jiangcheng's house is very high-end, like some kind of automatic model, he didn't close it after carrying it twice, so he simply twisted it and locked it there.

Go back to the living room.

The huge apartment has become very quiet.

Zhao Si also stepped on the brown slippers, couldn't sit still and stood up, first went to the kitchen, the refrigerator was empty, only some fresh fruits and two bottles of water, he didn't seem to cook often.

He went to the bathroom again and looked inside and out. Zhao Siyi didn't know what he was looking at, but he just wanted to look at it.

Turning Jiangcheng's toothbrush cup, and twisting the cap of Jiangcheng's toothpaste, it seemed that he wanted to find some traces in it, but he couldn't tell what traces he was looking for.

In the end, after walking around the entire apartment, it looked like a brand new hotel, except for the bedroom with the door behind it.

Zhao Si also sat back on the sofa and took a breath.

Of course, you can't enter other people's bedrooms casually, even if this is Jiangcheng, his ex-boyfriend, his current CP object..., yes...

"Hula" a wind blew by.

The curtain of the balcony fluttered up and down again.

The door of Jiangcheng's bedroom was blown open.

"......."

Zhao Si also swallowed, and stood up.

It can't be blamed that he is not reserved enough, God let him go in and have a look, maybe it is haunted?

Zhao Si also felt righteous and strong, so he stepped on the slippers.

There is a faint scent of mint in the bedroom, a king-size bed, smoke gray quilt cover, and two glass bedside tables standing on both sides. Because of the huge space, it looks extraordinarily empty.

On the entire long wall facing the bed, there is only a narrow and wide TV screen with a gray box on it.

Monotonous and clean.

Zhao Siyi could hardly see any traces of his life, as if he wanted to understand the life in Jiangcheng but couldn't start, and the villain in his heart who had been wandering around had nowhere to go.

The wind caressed my cheeks from the upper half of the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was already October, and the weather was much colder.

Zhao Si also looked at the appearance that it was about to rain outside, walked over and closed the window, and drew the curtains again, as if such actions would make him feel more at ease.

Turning around again, his eyes swept over the two bedside tables...but he glanced casually.

Zhao Si also noticed that in the glass cabinet on the left, a small wooden frame was lying flat.Subconsciously, he felt a little familiar, and moved over uncontrollably.

glass.

That can't blame him for seeing it.

After opening the drawer, Zhao Siyi's eyes froze slightly.

A palm-sized wooden photo frame with a photo that has passed for a long time is inserted in it.

The person in the photo looks very small, with the sleeves of the school uniform on his arms, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the school playground, smiling and being photographed.

It's my 15-year-old self.

Jiangcheng is still there.

Zhao Si also pinched the small wooden frame, feeling that the little man running around suddenly patted his belly and returned home after eating.

He reached out and wiped the dust on his face, and found that it couldn't be wiped off, it was on a human face.

As expected, Jiang Cheng still missed him.

I also often look at this small wooden frame.

The corner of Zhao Siyi's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

How about putting such an important thing in a drawer?

You can't see it unless you pull it out.

It suddenly occurred to him that now is the most difficult time for Jiangcheng, and it is easy to lose one's mind.

You must be vigilant at all times, worship every day, purify your soul, and not go astray.

Zhao Siyi hugged his small wooden frame and walked two steps towards the bed.

And he was about to go back to make his debut, and when he got busy, it was a question mark whether the two of them could meet again. Since Jiang Cheng missed him so much, of course he had to make it more conspicuous, and he couldn't forget it.

Zhao Si also looked around, and finally stared at the TV screen directly opposite the big bed. The gray box above was hung in the center of the wall.

Zhao Si also reached out to put the small wooden frame on it, and adjusted the position of his little face, but there was a sudden noise in the dimly lit room.

"Who?"

Zhao Si was also startled, the wooden frame slipped.

The next second she turned her head, she fell into a warm embrace.

"Sneak into my room?"

"..."

Jiang Cheng's voice was very low, a bit magnetically hoarse, Zhao Siyi was stunned for a second, and a strong sense of alcohol came to his nose.

"you…"

Zhao Siyi was suddenly at a loss for words.

Jiang Cheng grabbed his forearm with one hand, and slipped the other hand underneath, pulling away the small wooden frame.He lifted it up and took a look, then frowned again, then quickly hid it back in the drawer.

Zhao Siyi: "..."

Jiang Cheng turned around with a serious expression: "Don't just take a peek just because you think it looks good, it's mine."

"..."

That's Lao Tzu.

Zhao Si also rolled his eyes in his heart, stared at those slightly red eyelids, and after three seconds, stepped forward and asked, "Jiangcheng, where are you now?"

Jiang Cheng: "The crew."

Zhao Siyi: "."

"Dongdong, said you came to find me."

Jiang Cheng's voice was a little incoherent, and he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Zhao Si also turned on the light, walked back, and saw the drunken face clearly.

Jiang Cheng didn't show his face when he drank, but his eyes were reddish, and his shirt and breath smelled of wine.

"Boil some milk for you?"

Zhao Si also sighed and looked up at him.

Jiang Cheng froze in place for an instant.

The eyebrows and eyes that were originally tightly frowned suddenly loosened, as if seeing some treasure, there was a flash of clarity in his eyes.

Zhao Si also lowered his head uncomfortably. Most of the swelling on his face has disappeared in the past two days, but there is still a faint powder, and his neck has not completely returned to normal.

"Uh, let me pour you a glass of milk..."

He wanted to find an excuse to go first, but the next second, he found that his arm was being pulled.

As if a certain mechanism had been touched, Jiang Cheng looked at him and shouted in a low voice:

"Ayi?"

Zhao Si also stayed where he was.

He hadn't heard Jiang Cheng called this name for a long time, so long that his subconscious reaction was that the sockets of his eyes were sore.

His back was hot.

Zhao Si also stood there without saying a word, and Jiang Cheng had already hugged him from behind.

Both hands are tightly bound.

"Ayi?"

After a long while, Zhao Siyi hummed and said, "You have a conscience."

He turned around, fell into Jiang Cheng's arms, held Jiang Cheng's slightly hot cheek, looked at it for a while, and decided not to bother with the drunk fool:

"I'll get you some milk."

"No."

Jiang Cheng frowned a little, as if he was not at all satisfied with his attempt to break free.

Zhao Si also pouted: "Then what do you want?"

As soon as the words fell, he felt the eyes of the person opposite him become hot, and even his breathing seemed to be hot.

Jiang Cheng's hand holding him tightened a little, and his head slowly lowered.

On the pitch-black TV screen, two shadows sticking together were almost touching.

Zhao Si also opened his eyes wide.

Jiang Cheng's kiss came so suddenly, he was completely unprepared, and even his reaction was a little rusty.

But subconsciously, this moment seemed extremely familiar, it had been waiting for a long time, and it was not abrupt at all.

The boy's shell/tooth was quickly licked open by the tongue/tip, and Zhao Si also felt the crazy intrusion/invasion of the person on his body, almost losing his heartbeat.

"Slow down...how can you be more anxious than a monkey...how can you be like this!"

Zhao Siyi's legs were softened by the kiss, and he was thrown on the bed again. The drunk Jiang Cheng obviously didn't have so many love stories and old stories to tell him, only a pair of red eyes, staring at the bed/ on people.

Too suppressed and active, Zhao Siyi had almost no room to resist, so he was easily pushed/upped by Jiang Cheng, with only a low voice in his ear.

"Ayi."

"Ah."

"Ayi."

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Cheng raised his head from him, his blood-colored eyes were full of lust.

Like a puberty boy, barely able to control himself.

"I want."

"..."

Zhao Si was also wrapped in the quilt, and the lower half of his trousers had been ripped off by Jiang Cheng in the tearing/grinding just now, leaving only his head exposed in Jiang Cheng's arms.

"Don't be like this, slow down, slow down, I'm very reserved."

Zhao Si was also kissed on the neck by him, but the drunk man was unreasonable at all, and continued to kiss him arrogantly, the hot touch/touch almost burned him so that he lost his breath.

The corner of Zhao Siyi's mouth turned down a little, looking at the grand scene where he was about to die, he could only try to save him in a low voice: "Jiangcheng, I...haven't prepared anything, I'm afraid of pain...I..."

"No."

"?"

Zhao Siyi paused, and suddenly felt the dense kiss/kiss on his body stop:

"What doesn't work?"

Jiang Cheng seemed to think of something, and sat up with his head down: "I can't."

"..."

. . .

???

"What do you mean you can't do it?!"

Zhao Siyi almost grabbed the quilt and shouted.

Was he going to fall twice in the same place?Can he just refuse verbally?Jiang Cheng looked at the appearance of a talented elite, who had a face, a leg, a waist, a waist, and a fleshy body!

What do you mean no? !

Jiang Cheng: "Not yet."

"Why can't you?!"

Zhao Siyi grabbed the quilt and almost burst into tears.

Jiang Cheng sat quietly in place.

After a while, he lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm sorry."

"?"

Jiang Cheng choked up a bit: "I...almost fell in love with someone else before."