Been a child star for many years

Chapter No.17 "The other party is typing..."

Chang Ming's cell phone was turned off for a whole day, and he took it out to charge it when he got home, but when he turned it on, it was completely quiet.Miss Sister didn't call, and neither did Jingfeng.He didn't know whether he breathed a sigh of relief or sighed.

He wanted to smoke, but he groped through his pockets before realizing that the cigarette box had been left on the balcony of Jingfeng's house.The wine in the refrigerator ran out and before he had time to buy a new one, he hammered the door of the refrigerator in vain and closed it again.

He was exhausted, but not sleepy.The door at the end of the corridor was tightly closed and hadn't been opened for a long time.This house has two bedrooms and one living room. Chang Ming's house has almost no other guests except Fang Yun. Fang Yun has never lived here, and the other room is locked all year round.Chang Ming walked over slowly, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

The moment the lights came on, the flying dust seemed to startle and jumped twice in the air.

Chang Ming has never cleaned this room, even though the doors and windows are closed, there is still a lot of dust in it.The blue-and-white checked cotton sheet looked paler with a layer of dust.The photos on the bedside table are still brightly colored through the glass.In the photo, Chang Ming cheerfully hugged his grandma from behind the sofa, and grandma held Chang Ming's college notice like a treasure in her hand, with twists and turns on her face and a raging smile.The old lady always said that if Chang Ming loves to study, we don't have to suffer if you don't like to study, but she was happy for a long time when Chang Ming was admitted to such an ordinary university.

Nothing has changed in the room, it's just that everything is old.The unused box of cream on the table has turned yellow, but there is still a little fragrance.

Chang Ming sat lightly on the edge of the bed, stroked the sheets repeatedly, and didn't care when he touched the ashes.

"Grandma," Chang Ming murmured. He wanted to say a lot of words, but they were tangled up in his chest, and finally rushed out, but they only turned into two words with a long ending, "Grandma."

Chang Ming is gay.His parents cheated separately when he graduated from elementary school, and no one wanted him when they divorced.The old lady Bei'er held her grandson in her arms vigorously, and with every sentence, the two middle-aged people couldn't hold their heads up.She raises her precious grandson by herself, if you bastards don't want it, just don't want it, just treat it as if you never had a son and daughter-in-law.But the old lady is not someone who is willing to keep her head down and be wronged. A few words will make other people's tall son and shrewd daughter-in-law tremble three times, and she dare not take a cent less for Chang Ming's living expenses every month. .The old lady took the money from her son and daughter-in-law to buy this small house for Chang Ming, and bought a car for transportation when she went to college. Chang Ming has driven the car so far, and it is very cheap. Although it is maintained on time, it has already Some are worn out, but Chang Ming never thought of changing them.

Chang Ming discovered his sexuality when he was in high school, but he never dared to tell his grandma.He was afraid, how could the elderly accept this kind of thing, what if they threw themselves away like their parents.But later, the old lady found out by herself. She put her arms around her grandson who had grown taller than herself and said sonorously: "Obviously whatever you like, grandma supports you, and you can be happy."

The old lady had lived a transparent life all her life, and she tried her best to protect her grandson in her old age, and everything was prepared for him.It's a pity that her grandson didn't live up to expectations, and Tong Tou only learned half of it.He did not make a fuss when grandma left, but after so long, it was the first time he reopened the door.

Chang Ming took a feather duster, swept the dust away, and wiped the whole house with a damp rag.He was a little bit reluctant to change the bed sheet, which was the one that grandma had made by herself before she left.He stroked it for a long time before taking it off and replacing it with a clean one.

He wants to sleep in this room tonight.There was a person living in this room, the only one in this world who wholeheartedly cared for him, the only one who knew he was gay, and the only one who told him to live happily every day.

Escaping in a hurry from the balcony of Jingfeng's house, he was in a daze for half a night. Until this moment, Chang Ming's heart finally calmed down.He thought he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, but he didn't expect that after lying down for a while, he fell asleep in the scent of spoiled cream.

Chang Ming vaguely remembered that the moment before he fell asleep completely, he was thinking in his mind that he didn't eat supper, so he didn't know what the ginger duck noodles cooked by Jingfeng tasted like.

After the New Year's Day holiday, the magazine office suddenly winds up. Everyone is busy with the year-end issue and looking forward to the annual meeting.Chang Ming performed well, and the editor-in-chief made him a full-time member before the Spring Festival, but the work that followed also increased.In addition to planning and writing manuscripts, he also followed two writers and had to keep an eye on the reminders every day.For a small magazine, it is not uncommon for a person to hold several jobs when he is busy.

The busyness of not touching the ground at least left Chang Ming with no time to worry about Fang Yun and Jing Feng's affairs.The two seemed to have made an appointment, and each gave Chang Ming a kiss, and then Qi Qi disappeared from his life.

For a while, Chang Ming laughed at Jingfeng as an ostrich in his heart, hiding in the kitchen whenever something went wrong.Now he has to admit bitterly, compared with Jingfeng, maybe he is more like an ostrich.

The anger and embarrassment at the first moment passed, and the surprise of that kiss passed, and Chang Ming vaguely understood that what Jing Feng said might be right.He didn't know how to face Fang Yun, nor how to face Jing Feng.

Yes, he did have some ulterior motives for Jingfeng, but when it was just a secret love, he was still able to clean up his mood, but now, it has become a virtue that he can't control.The three people who were originally entangled are still entangled together, but it is a different relationship from what he originally thought.He suddenly seemed to be stuck in a narrow gap, unable to advance or retreat.

The ostrich is always bright.He spurned his cowardice, and continued to live in peace at work.

After more than half a month, the seemingly peaceful time was finally broken on a Saturday night.

When Chang Ming came out of the shower, he saw Jing Feng's message: "Xiao Chun misses you, can I answer the video at nine o'clock?"

It was sent half an hour ago. Chang Ming checked the time, and it was two minutes before nine o'clock.He was in a hurry, and he didn't expect to refuse this. He took off his bathrobe and randomly pulled a piece of clothing on his head.

The ringtone for the video invitation rang exactly at nine o'clock. Chang Ming pinched the phone and pursed his lips before swiping to answer.

Jing Chun's face jumped onto the screen. He was wearing thick pajamas, and his hair had been trimmed and cut into a clean cut.Compared with when we first met, he has gained weight these days, and it can be seen that his facial features are somewhat similar to his brother Jingfeng.Thinking of this, Chang Ming looked at his face, a little distracted.

"Xiao Ming!" Jing Chun laughed while holding the phone.

"Xiao Chun." Chang Ming came back to his senses, waved his hand, and greeted him with a smile.There was no contact for more than half a month, and Chang Ming felt sorry for Jing Chun.After all, none of this has anything to do with Jing Chun.

Jing Chun smiled and turned his face down again, his eyebrows were wrinkled into the shape of [-]:[-], looking very pitiful.

Chang Ming's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter with Xiaochun?"

"Xiao Ming," Jing Chun said aggrievedly, "don't look at me." He thought for a while, then gestured in the air again, "It's been so long."

Chang Ming was speechless for a while, so he could only say: "I'm sorry, Xiaochun, I've been a little busy recently, and it's all my fault that I couldn't see you."

Jing Chun was very sensible, seeing Chang Ming full of apology, he hurriedly said: "No, no."

He is not good at expressing, and when he is in a hurry, he can't speak clearly, and his eyebrows are furrowed in anxiety: "I'm not angry, my brother said, I'm busy."

Chang Ming knew that he was comforting himself, felt distressed, and quickly diverted his attention: "I know, I know everything. What has Xiao Chun done recently?"

Jing Chun became excited, and counted to Chang Ming with his fingers: "Brother, play snowball fights, draw puppies, eat, take medicine, see a doctor..."

Chang Ming listened to him patiently. After counting a bunch of trifles, he added: "I miss Xiao Ming."

Feeling sour, Chang Ming smiled and replied, "I miss Xiao Chun too, so I'll see you when I'm free, okay?"

"Okay! Look at me!" Jing Chun nodded hastily.

Chang Ming was about to say something more, when another voice came from the screen: "Xiao Chun, put on your hat."

Jing Feng stretched out his big hand, put a wool cap on Jing Chun's cropped head, and pulled the corners again.Jing Chun sat obediently, letting his brother put his hat on and straighten his collar.

Chang Ming's heart beat faster.But Jingfeng walked away after taking care of Jingchun, his face did not appear, and those big hands disappeared quickly.

A heart fell back into the stomach with a thud, but it seemed that it hit the wrong place, instead of returning to its place, it rolled away.

After finishing chatting with Jing Chun, Chang Ming sighed and dug out another can of wine to hypnotize him.For a while, he went to bed early every day, didn't want to do anything, and didn't even drink alcohol for a long time.As soon as the cold liquid entered his throat, Chang Ming shuddered, and simply endured the cold and took a big gulp, letting out a long sigh of relief.

The phone rang, and Chang Ming touched it to see that it was Jing Feng, with a few polite and distant words: "I'm sorry for your trouble."

What's the meaning?Thank you Chang Ming for chatting with his brother?

This courteous treatment was so infuriating that Chang Ming almost wanted to curse.He clicked on the input box to question him, but after a long pause, he closed it again.The quilt on the bed exudes a warm invitation, but Chang Ming is puzzled, he lies down on it in a large font, and the remaining sleepiness is gone.

On the other end, Jingfeng looked at the sentence "The other party is typing..." flashing on the top of the phone for a long time, but finally received nothing.He rubbed his face vigorously.

Jing Chun was sleeping soundly, and his breathing sounded extraordinarily peaceful.Jing Chun pestered him for a long time, but Jing Feng couldn't push it away, so he agreed to ask Chang Ming to make a video call with him.After sending that message, Chang Ming didn't reply for a long time. He almost thought that he was going to break his trust with Jing Chun. Fortunately, Chang Ming didn't take anger at Jing Chun because of his abruptness.

During the video call, he stood far away, looking at the person who patiently chatted with Jing Chun on the small screen, and then couldn't help but stepped forward to put a hat on his brother, as if getting closer to the phone, he could Really close.

But in the end, he didn't dare to stay longer.

He stared at Jing Chun's sleeping face in a daze for a while, then tucked Jing Chun's quilt again.

"Xiao Chun, my brother envies you a little bit." Jing Feng said with a wry smile, then shook his head as if mocking himself, and went back to his room.