Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

When Lu Jiaxi woke up the next morning, the bed was already empty.

He was lying carelessly in the middle of the bed alone, and there was no trace of another person lying on the crumpled sheets.

I touched my phone and checked the time, it was 08:30 in the morning.

Lu Jiaxi sat up from the bed and went into the bathroom like a wandering spirit. When he squeezed toothpaste and started brushing his teeth, he finally regained consciousness.

He looked up at his sleepy-eyed self in the mirror, and his eyes touched the eyes in the mirror that hadn't completely subsided. He paused, and then his beautiful face began to turn red. Say a few words: "It's so embarrassing."

Lu Jiaxi has never slept in the same bed with anyone since she was ten years old.

The bed in his room was very big, more than enough to sleep two people. After he gave up half of the seat to Bian Xinghuo last night, the two of them fell to the edge of the bed on one side, and the distance between them was so large that two more people could lie down.

Even so, it's still a little unaccustomed.

The dark room magnified the five senses, and the sound of people breathing became more obvious. When Lu Jiaxi curled up under the quilt with his back on his back, he felt annoyed for a moment.

Why did he really keep him in such a twitch?

Anyway, being unable to sleep on thunderstorm nights has become a habit, and with someone lying next to him, it is even more difficult to sleep and feel uncomfortable.

Such thoughts floated and sank for a long time, Bian Xinghuo's somewhat hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the room: "Is Mr. Lu asleep?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lu Jiaxi always feels that Bian Xinghuo's voice is a little different from what he usually hears, it seems to be a little deeper and hoarse.

He didn't think much, and said vaguely "no".

Bian Xinghuo spoke again, his voice softer: "Can't sleep?"

Lu Jiaxi felt that there seemed to be a little smile in his voice, so he frowned slightly and turned his head to look at Xinghuo.

After his eyes adapted to the darkness, he could barely see in the room, but he could only see a very vague outline, so he couldn't tell if Bian Xinghuo was smiling.

But he saw Bian Xinghuo's sleeping posture, lying flat, with his hands on his stomach, straight and upright, just like him.

After a while without Lu Jiaxi's answer, Bian Xinghuo's voice sounded again: "Mr. Lu can't sleep, how about I sing you a nursery rhyme?"

"..."

Lu Jiaxi looked away from Bian Xinghuo's sleeping position, and finally turned to Bian Xinghuo's blurry face.

He is almost certain now that Bian Xinghuo just treats himself as a three-year-old child.

If the porridge is about to cool down, it’s fine for him to eat, but if he can’t sleep, why not sing nursery rhymes to him?

He won't listen to nursery rhymes when he goes to bed after he's five years old, okay?

Lu Jiaxi didn't respond in time, Bian Xinghuo probably took it as acquiescence, and actually sang softly.

"Don't bark the little cat, don't bark the puppy, don't bark when the bird doesn't fly, the baby should sleep, the blue sky is quiet, the baby should go to sleep, and wake up in good spirits."

Bian Xinghuo's voice was very soft, rustling, and he sang very gently, it actually sounded a little sleepy.

Lu Jiaxi didn't realize it at first, but when he realized it half a day later, his face blushed instantly: "Bian! Star! Fire!"

This guy actually rapped and sang, and he sang nursery rhymes to lull babies to sleep!

A chuckle sounded in the room, followed by Bian Xinghuo's voice obviously mixed with laughter: "Mr. Lu doesn't like this nursery rhyme?"

Lu Jiaxi opened his mouth to curse someone, but something flashed in his mind, and all the words that were about to come out of his mouth were swallowed back in an instant.

No wonder it felt familiar when I heard it just now. The nursery rhyme Bian Xinghuo sang just now was often sung by his father to lull Lu Jiaxi to sleep when he was a child.

Before he was five years old, he had a stubborn personality and would make a fuss in sleep. No one in the family could subdue him, but whenever his father hummed this nursery rhyme softly in his ear, he could always fall asleep peacefully.

Lu Jiaxi didn't know why Bian Xinghuo happened to sing this nursery rhyme, he didn't have the energy to think about it.

Lu Jiaxi closed his eyes and said in a very soft voice: "Keep singing."

He thought that if Bian Xinghuo couldn't hear it, then forget it, anyway, he didn't want to hear it that much.

But soon, the singing sounded in the room again, soft and soft, mixed with Bian Xinghuo's unique tenderness.

Lu Jia was trapped in this tenderness, her consciousness gradually blurred, and she fell asleep.

But the good times don't last long.

In the middle of the night there was thunder.

Lu Jiaxi was tossing and turning, as if returning to that rainy night 15 years ago.

The little boy was awakened by the sound of glass breaking.

The windows of the room were left open, and the wind brought the rain into the room, which wet half the carpet in the room.

There was another sound of things being smashed, mixed with the voice of a woman cursing, the little boy trembled all over, and ran off the bed sleepily.

He heard the voice outside the door, it was his mother's voice.

He remembered that his father didn't come home today. In the past, when his father came back at night, he would come to his room to say "good night" to him, but today he waited very late, but he didn't wait for his father.

He ran to open the door, and the hysterical appearance of the woman outside the door came into his eyes.

That was his mother, but not like his mother.

He had never seen a mother who looked like this before. Her normally well-combed hair was in a mess, and her face with light makeup looked hideous because of her yelling.

The little boy froze in place, and was too frightened to take a step for a moment.

And the hysterical woman didn't seem to notice him, she was immersed in her own sadness, and kept smashing things in the room, as if she wanted to destroy this originally warm home.

The little boy wanted to stop it, but he didn't dare to go forward.

He heard his own cry, felt the tears constantly falling on his face, but his body seemed to be under a spell and he couldn't move.

The world in front of him began to collapse. It was dark, depressing, and dull. Disorderly questioning voices penetrated into his internal organs like sea water, making him breathless.

Just when he felt that he was about to suffocate, his body suddenly fell into a warm and generous embrace.

He heard someone say to him in a gentle voice next to his ear: "Don't be afraid, I won't leave you, I will always be by your side."

These words kept ringing in his ears, and he slowly remembered that it was Bian Xinghuo's voice.

Bian Xinghuo, his assistant.

Before losing consciousness again, he thought, what a fool, no one can stay by someone's side forever, not to mention that Bian Xinghuo is just an assistant he hired.

If Bian Xinghuo wants to stay by his side all the time, does it mean that he wants to employ him for the rest of his life?

If it can be employed for a lifetime, it seems that it is not impossible.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Bian: It's so embarrassing, so embarrassing, so embarrassing, it's okay to fall asleep listening to the nursery rhymes that a three-year-old listens to, and cry in someone's arms in the middle of the night.

Xiaolu: Baby, don't be ashamed.

Xiao Bian: Who are you calling baby! ! !

A certain author passed by: I see that you are very happy to take advantage of it.

Small side ::)

As an aside, "Want to See You" is really good-looking, and I'm starting to be addicted to Xu Guanghan (drool)