The No.15 Years of Loving the Actor

The sky was dim, and the curtain of night was about to be lifted. Qin Yin opened his eyes quietly, with the confusion of just waking up in his eyes.But this confusion instantly became complicated when he saw the lifeless Zhao Yiran.If there is pain, sadness, regret, and pity, it just fades away the confusion.

His gaze was like a small boat sailing alone under the huge storm at dusk. He was obviously in a difficult situation, and if he was not careful, he would end up suffocated and destroyed, but he was still firm and moved towards the lighthouse in the distance without flinching.

The lighthouse was faint and dim, but it had the light he wanted.

Zhao Yiran looked at him, wondering who was his light.Since Aunt Fang died, they have no light anymore.

A nurse came in to give Zhao Yiran a routine checkup, Qin Yin stood up and retreated to sit on the sofa.Zhao Yiran saw him take out his mobile phone and turn it on, and dozens of text messages and calls came flooding in.

Qin Yin took a deep breath and called again.

He went to the window in the corridor outside to answer the phone, his voice was soft and indifferent, but his words were resounding.

"I know." "Do a good job of public relations, don't expose me and Zhao Yiran.", "The movie is delayed, and I don't know when it will continue.", "No matter what means, as long as it doesn't affect Zhao Yiran."

Zhao Yiran floated to his side and said softly: "Hey, just take care of yourself, you don't need to take care of my affairs."

Qin Yin hung up the phone and walked back, his footsteps staggered suddenly, he stretched out his hand to support the wall and stabilized his body.

He bowed his head without saying a word, and stood still for a while before continuing to walk back calmly, but his face was pale.He calmly slowed down, went back to the ward and poured two large glasses of water to drink, and leaned on the sofa for a while before his complexion improved a little.

Zhao Yiran frowned unhappily, he didn't know what Qin Yin wanted to do.This is simply self-abuse, Qin Yin is a complete psycho!

Qin Yin didn't even eat dinner, and went back to the apartment directly at the porch, unable to walk, holding his stomach and bending over slightly.

Zhao Yiran knew that he had a stomach problem.For someone like Qin Yin who is an actor at such a young age, one can imagine the hardships and hard work behind it.I often skip meals for filming announcements, starving every two days, and over time I have stomach problems.Moreover, Qin Yin doesn't know how to cook by himself. In the past, Zhao Yiran worked hard to learn how to cook, and cooked three meals a day for him with different patterns every day like an old lady.And this eldest young master sometimes gets upset and refuses to eat if he doesn't want to eat. He would rather order takeaway than eat the food he worked so hard to cook, and he doesn't give him any face.

It's all right now, no one is rushing to serve you anymore, just let it hurt you to death.

Qin Yin looked really uncomfortable. He held his stomach in the entrance for a while before he had the strength to continue changing his shoes.After changing his shoes, he went straight to the room, opened the drawer, took out two stomach medicines, mixed them with the cold water in the cup, and drank them without eating, so he continued to lie on the sofa with his stomach paralyzed.

Zhao Yiran simply couldn't see it, and floated back to his room.

He was lying on the bed and trying hard to pick up the strawberries on the table with his mind, after all, if he didn't eat them, it would really go bad.It's a pity that Qin Yin's entry interrupted his cultivation.Zhao Yiran gave Qin Yin a maddened look, and saw him lie down on the bed without saying a word.

Zhao Yiran hurriedly hid to the side, afraid that Qin Yin would crush him.Although Qin Yin couldn't feel him, and he couldn't feel Qin Yin, it was still a bit strange.Qin Yin lay beside him, just facing him.

Looking at his pale face, Zhao Yiran felt a little uncomfortable, just when he was about to turn his head, he heard Qin Yin looking at him and saying, "Yiran."

Zhao Yiran was taken aback, thought for a while and thought that it was impossible for Qin Yin to see him, so he looked at him calmly.

Qin Yin yelled again, and said softly: "Yiran, I'm so uncomfortable." His eyes fixed on the wall behind Zhao Yiran through Zhao Yiran.

"I'm really sad."

Zhao Yiran looked directly into his beautiful eyes and said softly, "You deserve it." He had experienced this many times before.In the small and low rented room he shared with others, in the suffocating and dirty air, and in the midst of the loud snoring of his roommate, he whispered Qin Yin's name, and where was Qin Yin at that time?

He sat leisurely in a luxury car, talked and laughed with others at the celebration banquet, and appeared handsomely at various parties.As long as he shows his face, he will be cheered by thousands of fans. He is chased by the spotlight, and I am afraid that Zhao Yiran is still working hard to make a living, just to get closer to him.

Zhao Yiran smiled happily, "Qin Yin, you deserve it." He gently covered Qin Yin's eyes with his hand, "Don't reveal such a look, you are sad, are you sad for me? Or for yourself?"

Destined not to hear the answer, Zhao Yiran turned his back to Qin Yin.He closed his eyes, hearing Qin Yin's whispered words, and frame by frame of their past in his mind.

Not long after he arrived at Qin's house, he went to school. That morning, he put on the same school uniform as Qin Yin's, and clumsily fastened on the brooch with his name engraved on it.After breakfast, Auntie Fang took him by the hand and sent him to the car. Qin Yin was already sitting quietly in the back seat.

He and Qin Yin sat on both sides, leaving a large space in the middle.He followed Qin Yin's example and put his schoolbag on his lap, holding the schoolbag and looking at Qin Yin secretly.

Qin Yin never said a word, and looked out of the window without looking at him.

When he arrived at school, he was introduced to the class by a young female teacher with glasses.He looked at dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him from under the podium, and cold sweat began to break out on his back.He quietly clenched his fists and swallowed, then raised his head slightly and began to speak.

He knew he had to be brave, or he would be laughed at, and he didn't want to be laughed at.

Sparse applause sounded, and he found a seat under the instructions of the female teacher.His deskmate was a boy, because he kept his head down, Zhao Yiran didn't see his face clearly, he could only see his small and white earlobes from his curly hair.

He sat up straight in his seat and listened carefully to the teacher's class.It was his first day at school but obviously not everyone's first day at school, except that all of his little friends had been to Kindergarten.The content of the first grade is very simple, but it is very difficult for him, a child who has never been exposed to books.He listened to a class in a fog, and he was still dazed until the end of the get out of class, and he couldn't figure it out at all.

After class, a few children came around curiously to talk to him, chattering and asking him many questions.

"It's so noisy." An angry child's voice sounded.Zhao Yiran turned around and saw his deskmate talking.The tablemate looks as delicate as a doll, with curly hair, slightly raised eyes but a bun face, looks beautiful and cute.But at this moment, he was frowning with a stern face, staring at the children surrounding Zhao Yiran with horror in his eyes.

The children seemed to be afraid of him, and hurried away from Zhao Yiran's desk.

Zhao Yiran glanced at the boy but didn't speak.The experience of being bullied made him reluctant to communicate with strangers.After glancing at him, the boy stopped looking at him, took out a lollipop from the drawer and ate it.

Zhao Yiran breathed a sigh of relief.For him, random random inquiries are not as relaxing as being indifferent.

It's just...he really wants to eat lollipops too.

He bit his finger and continued to look down at the book, all he could think about was the lollipop.

Because Qinzhou was in the villa, Zhao Yiran stayed in the room reading the text after school until the door was opened.

The maid put the plate on his table vigorously with a face and walked out. Zhao Yiran ignored her obvious anger and finished the meal quietly.The room was very quiet. He gently touched the cute dolphin on the wallpaper and spoke softly to it.

……

Before going to bed at night, Qin Yin suddenly wanted to drink milk, so he tiptoed to the kitchen on the first floor.Just after the milk was soaked, he heard conversations coming from the corridor outside.

"Did you deliver food to that little beggar today?"

"Oh, don't mention it. It's annoying to see him looking like he's dying. I'll leave the meal and leave quickly. It's too bad luck."

"Haha, that kid looks frustrated and annoying."

"Isn't it? I don't know what crooked ways are in my mind. It's not a thing."

"..."

Qin Yin didn't listen any more, and walked out of the kitchen with a milk cup in his hand.The two maids thought no one was there and were taken aback by him.

Qin Yin took a look at them and walked past them quietly.

The maid patted her chest and exchanged a tacit look.

Qin Yin walked up the stairs slowly, and saw Zhao Yiran standing by the wall at the corner of the second floor.He turned his head and measured the distance visually, making sure that Zhao Yiran could hear the maid's conversation.

Zhao Yiran leaned against the wall and looked up at him. Qin Yin took a sip of milk and looked at him calmly.

The maid downstairs probably thought that Qin Yin had already gone upstairs, so they started talking again.A few words are always inseparable from ridicule and ridicule towards Zhao Yiran.

Qin Yin drank the milk slowly, looked at Zhao Yiran who looked normal, and suddenly felt a little pitiful for him.

Also very interesting.

After Qin Yin finished drinking the milk, he licked the milk stains on his lips, took one last look at Zhao Yiran, and walked past him without looking sideways.

Zhao Yiran didn't look at him again, but just lowered his head with his shoulders slumped.

Zhao Yiran couldn't sleep that night, he kept his eyes open in the dark and clutched the quilt vigorously.He felt unhappy, he felt he had reason to cry but couldn't squeeze tears.He thought of Qin Yin, his indifferent face and the milk he drank into his stomach.

I think he always wanted to eat the lollipop that he didn't get.

Zhao Yiran smashed his mouth, and found that he really wanted to eat candy.But I can only think about it.He turned over and found that Qin Yin had fallen asleep.

Zhao Yiran quietly looked at Qin Yin's exhausted sleeping face, listened to his soft breathing, and sighed heavily.

There are obvious blue veins on the back of Qin Yin's pale hand that rests beside his face.Zhao Yiran reached out to touch it, hoping to feel the veins of his heart.

He wanted to go into the deepest part of his heart to see if he had ever truly loved himself.

Neither happy nor sad.

The author has something to say:

My Yiran is so pitiful...crying