Star Chaser [Entertainment]

"Brother Qing, someone is following us."

Ai Changle held a cup full of taro balls and looked up from his woolen hat.As soon as he spoke, he spit out a cloud of water vapor, which made his eyes watery.

Wen Qing glanced back and saw that there were only a few ordinary people talking and laughing on the escalator, so he rubbed his head, "Where is there?"

Ai Changle looked back again, but the sneaky figure just now was gone, "Hmm...that must be a mistake."

The entertainment club in the community is relatively peaceful, unlike the outside, where people chase and take pictures everywhere they go.Especially now that Ai Changle's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, and he is often recognized when he goes out alone.Fortunately, the properties in this area are good, and a entertainment club has been specially built.K-movie SPA, acupuncture, beauty and hairdressing, it has everything you can name.

Of course, it also includes the supermarket they are going to at the moment.

"Let's go back to cook hot pot tonight? Hot pot is the best in winter." Ai Changle is addicted to hot pot recently, and his eyes light up when he mentions these two words.

In terms of eating, Wen Qing has always followed his lead.

"it is good."

The hot pot ingredients are prepared by Ai Changle himself. It is moderately spicy and can add flavor to the soup base without overpowering the taste of the vegetables themselves.Buy a few simple ingredients, put them in and cook for 2 minutes, and you will have a pot of food that will last for days.

God, Wen Qing really made a lot of money with him.

"Buy a dozen of these disposable bibs." He took a bag from the second shelf. "You don't have to worry about oil splashing on your clothes."

Especially when he thought of Wen Qing's thin waist tied up with a bib rope, his heart rippled.Being able to develop new sexy outfits, Wen Qing really made a lot of money with him.

The two counted along the shelves all the way, and the things they bought were almost counted. Ai Changle took another bottle of red wine in the tobacco and alcohol area at the door.

Tsk, he even thought of the must-have red wine.Wen Qing really made a lot of money with him.

In the midst of this extreme expansion of self-satisfaction, he forgot to buy garlic.

At that time they had already entered the house, Wen Qing was about to go back to buy, but was stopped by him.

"Brother Qing, I'll just go. You can wash the vegetables, and I can cook them when I come back."

Washing vegetables is Wen Qing's unshakeable job in this family.

When he ran back to the supermarket, he went straight to the seasoning section.I wanted to go back quickly after buying, but I didn't want to hear a sudden crash from the aisle behind me.

"I'll go!" shouted the salesman, at a loss for what to do with the collapsed pyramid of instant noodle boxes, angry but had no choice but to clean up the instant noodles lying all over the floor.

The person who knocked down the pyramid was a middle-aged man, about sixty years old, who seemed to have sprained his foot when he fell, and was unable to stand up for a while while sitting on the ground.Strangely, the aisle next to Instant Noodle Mountain is not narrow, so there is no reason to bump into it.It was more like he was thinking about other things or following someone, afraid of being discovered, so he bumped into it when he suddenly turned around.

"Master, are you alright?" The salesman hesitated whether to go up to help, it seemed a little serious, but he was afraid of being blackmailed.

"It's okay." The man is quite tall, dressed in low-key and clean clothes, and seems to be from a good family background.He barely stood up with the shopping cart beside him, and a few tiny white feathers fell from the scratched down jacket, looking a bit bleak.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see anything here." His brows and eyes were sharp, and his majesty could be felt without any expression.But he stood there apologetically, which made people feel a little sad.

Seeing his kind attitude, the salesman calmed down a little: "It's all right, I'll just arrange it again."

Together with her, the man piled the instant noodles into a pyramid again, and the speed in his hands was quite fast, and it could even be said to be a little hasty, as if he was hiding from someone.

"Uncle." After Ai Changle finished paying the bill, he found that the man had just come out, so he asked, "Your foot seems to be hurt, do you want to call your family and ask them to pick you up?"

The man avoided his eyes and looked straight ahead: "No, no."

Ai Changle is a little owed.The more you tell him no, the more he feels like he needs to do something.And he always felt familiar with this gray-haired man, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

In the end, Ai Changle sent him to a private clinic in the community for a preliminary examination.

"Master, your son is really filial, and I sent you here for a check-up. There are many elderly people here who come alone for the transfusion when they are sick."

Hearing what the nurse said, the man's majestic face immediately flashed embarrassment, "He is not my son."

Ai Changle also explained with a smile: "Oh, we are not father and son, but just happened to meet this uncle who hurt his foot and it was inconvenient, so we sent him over along the way."

The nurse made an oolong and left with a smile.Ai Changle followed the words and asked:

"By the way, uncle, is your family a son or a daughter?"

The man took off his scarf: "Son, you are not good at acting."

"Then I'm with you." Ai Changle seemed to have found a bosom friend. "Acting is actually quite a challenging job. Those who can continue to act are capable. Uncle, don't you have such high demands on your son."

The man glanced at his face: "I know you."

"Really, really?" Ai Changle was flattered, "Have you seen my play?"

The man hummed: "I've seen one from the Republic of China."

"That's my first work!" Ai Changle's eyes lit up, and then he lowered his voice and approached, "And my boyfriend and I met through this play."

The man looked at him with scrutiny and asked, "Do you like your boyfriend very much?"

"That's right. We've all met the parents. We'll go get the license after the filming of the movie in hand is finished."

"Very good." The man's brows softened a little, not as rigid as before. "Have you seen his parents?"

Ai Changle pouted, "That's not true. My boyfriend seems to have some conflicts with his family, so I didn't mention it all the time. When he is willing to take me home, I will see my parents."

The man was displeased by his indifferent attitude: "I'm about to get married and I haven't met his parents yet. Why are you young people so rash?"

"It's not rash."

Ai Changle explained righteously, "The person I like is him, not his parents. If he is willing to take me back, I will go back. If he is not willing, it means that there is a big conflict in his family, so I will go back." It's useless."

The man looks like he should be in his sixties, and the generation gap in his 30s contains too many conceptual deviations, and each of them must think that what the other said is farting.

But the strange thing is that when Ai Changle finished saying that, the man fell into deep thought, and finally nodded affirmatively, saying that he was right.

Judging by his awe-inspiring and righteous appearance, he is either a teacher of the school or a leader of the unit.It's not easy for such a person to be submissive to a young man like Ai Changle.

Ai Changle felt that this man had a story.He has acted in so many plays, and he can still see some emotions in his eyes.He clearly felt that this middle-aged man was suppressing something.It's a bit like experiencing the joys and sorrows of human relationships, but suffering from the word "face", never talking about it in front of others.

He was a little sad for a moment, thinking that this person should be very lonely on weekdays.His fingertips were red from the cold, picking at the garlic skin inside the plastic bag, and he asked again:

"By the way, uncle, you just said that your son is also an actor. What's his name? Maybe I still know him."

The man didn't answer him, but just shook his head: "He can't."

Ai Changle thought he was lamenting his son's bad luck, so he comforted him:

"Oh, it's okay. Many people in this industry are slowly gaining popularity, and rarely become popular. The most important thing is that he likes acting, and he can make friends during the filming process. That's the best."

The man sighed silently, he didn't know what he thought of, his voice was a bit vicissitudes, and finally opened the chatterbox:

"He likes... When he was a child, he liked to hold a golden cudgel and call himself the Monkey King every day. When he was 6 years old, he fell in love with a set of Monkey King clothes. It had boots and a cloak. It was pretty. It’s expensive, one hundred.”

He slowly narrated what happened 30 years ago, as if it happened yesterday.

"I said, what are you doing buying this thing? Acting every day, can it lead you to the right path? He said no, I just want it. I said, if you do this, I will kill you... Damn it was a stage play back then When I was young, I ran away with the director. I didn’t understand real life, so don’t harm the people in the play. So I didn’t buy it for him, because I was worried that the kid would not learn well.”

Hearing what he said, Ai Changle had a strong sense of substitution, as if the child who was staring at the Monkey King suit was himself, imagining that he could ride the clouds and ride the fog, clumsily dancing the golden cudgel on the stone.

"And then?" he asked.

"Later..." the man continued, "he followed me back, didn't say anything, didn't cry, didn't make trouble. The next day, he got up early in the morning, stood at my door, and said, if you Buy it for me, even kill me."

At this point, Ai Changle almost guessed the direction of the future: "Later, you bought it for him. His enthusiasm for acting became stronger and stronger. After he grew up, he entered the acting academy, right?"

The man's eyes drifted into the distance, and he hummed slightly.Perhaps this is the way most fathers bring up their children, and they rarely talk openly with their children.He is the hammer that makes the final decision. What it is, whether it will be done or not, can be decided at once.I will not ask "Why do you like acting", nor will I say "Your mother met dubious people in the troupe before, I am afraid that you will do the same".

What he gave, apart from the Great Sage suit, was the endless obstacles, and on the day he got the admission notice, he broke out with his son over the past ten years of accumulated emotions.

"You make me very disappointed!"

He will always remember that night, when his son happily embraced the acceptance letter, he felt as if he had fallen into hell.

After that, father and son saw very little.After the son earns money, he sends money to him on a regular basis, sends some gifts during festivals, and sends him to the hospital when he gets sick, but that's all there is to it.

"Ah...that's how it is..."

Ai Changle was very sad after hearing this. He couldn't tell whose fault it was that caused the estrangement between father and son. He felt that it was right for his son to pursue his dream, and it was right for his father to fear that his son would go astray.

Just as he was feeling emotional, the phone rang.

It's Wen Qing.

Seeing the caller ID, Ai Changle realized what he had forgotten.

"I'll be right back!"

Wen Qing waited at home for half an hour. Seeing that the man hadn't come back, she went downstairs to pick him up.On the way to the supermarket, he would pass the clinic, and before he could ask where Ai Changle was, he heard "I'll be right back" from the phone and the clinic next to him at the same time.

So he walked towards the clinic and successfully saw someone who swooped out.

"I forgot the time." Ai Changle smiled flatteringly, "I saw an uncle injured his leg just now, so I dropped him in on the way, and I forgot the time as soon as we chatted, hehe."

Wen Qing took the garlic in his hand, "It's okay, I'm on vacation today anyway, no—"

He was talking, and following Ai Changle's line of sight, he saw that no longer familiar figure.

Ai Changle saw that he stopped in the middle of his words, and then looked at the man's expression, he suddenly became serious, so he asked:

"Brother Qing, what's the matter?"

Wen Qing's eyeball seemed to be stabbed, and the hand on Ai Changle's shoulder also trembled, as if some emotion was about to break through his body. He suppressed it for a long time, and finally moved his lips:

"dad."

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Ai Changle never thought that in today's situation, he would realize the act of meeting his parents that he had been pressing in his heart for a long time.

Boiling hot pot, awkward atmosphere, even don't know where to put the most favorite food on weekdays.

"The beef is ready."

He put his hands on the table like a schoolboy, staring at the tender beef tumbling in the soup pot, and had to break the silence.People regard food as their heaven, and they have conflicts in their hearts, but it cannot affect eating.

Of course, having food in your mouth does not prevent you from having conflicts in your heart.

Wen Zide only picks up the food floating on his side, and rarely makes a sound. He only asks if he wants to add some lotus root slices that Wen Qing likes to eat when ordering the dishes.

Ai Changle's eating speed was not as fast as usual, after all, he still had to restrain himself in front of his elders, and just silently served Wen Qing with food.

No wonder Wen Qing suppressed the news every time he was injured, because he was afraid that Wen Ziyi's prejudice against this industry would deepen.No wonder Wen Qing thought it was "disturbing" even when he went home during the Spring Festival, because Wen Zide told him "I am very disappointed in you" when he was there.

From this point of view, this father is very dereliction of duty.

Yes, Ai Changle is such a double standard.He had heard Zi De narrate the past before, and he felt that both father and son were right, they were both poor people in real life.But after substituting Wen Qing into it, he felt that Wen Zi was too much.It made their brother Qing dare not go home for so many years, spending the New Year's Eve alone alone.

"Brother Qing is my baby, and also your baby. Since he is a baby, why do you want to hurt him?"

But seeing Wen Zide's face full of vicissitudes, he still couldn't say those words.

Even though we have just met, logically speaking, we still don't know much about each other.But Wen Ziyue gave him a very strong feeling, like a tough and stubborn piece of iron, which was polished to rust in the wind and rain.This person must have never been soft before, but today, he actually came all the way to find them, which actually required a lot of courage.

No wonder he always felt that someone was following him before, but now that he thinks about it, he must be proud of it.I saw the news of my son's relationship on the Internet, and I was happy but worried. After struggling for a while, I decided to come and have a look.

In fact, Wen Zide still cared about Wen Qing very much.It's just that the father and son are both high-minded, and neither of them is willing to take the initiative to step down that step.

"Uncle, you have come all the way to City A, where do you live these few days?"

Ai Changle couldn't hold back his instincts even though the dishes were overwhelmed.

Wen Zide took out a tissue to wipe off the oil from the corners of his mouth. He would not talk to others with a mouth full of oil. This is what he did and taught Wen Qing.Ai Changle will always be attracted by Wen Qing's small details, and Wen Zide's contribution is indisputable.

"I booked a daily rental."

An old man who is over fifty years old holds his job bowl and says this sentence, which makes people feel sad.

"The environment of the daily rental house is not good, otherwise..." Ai Changle said and looked at Wen Qing. He wanted to let Wen Zide live at home directly, but he was afraid that Wen Qing would still mind.

"There is a guest room at home."

Just as he was hesitating, Wen Qing spoke.

The two have been together for a long time, many thoughts don't need to be said in the face, they can be understood with just one look.

"That's right, if there is a guest room, you can live here, uncle, it's better to be at home than outside."

"Then I'll go back and clean up later." Wen Zide felt as if he had been pardoned, but his face, which had been tensed all his life, could not be broken, so he buried his head down to eat again.

It was cold in the depths of winter, but the wind blowing from nowhere brought a hint of warmth. It blew across the frozen river, and with a sound of "Zi La", the ice surface cracked, the ice thawed, and the water flowed eastward.

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Dinner is made by Wen Zide.

Dad's culinary skills are not superb, he cooks and cooks, and the only thing Wen Qing can eat with a bowl in his hand is the pumpkin stewed rice.

You will get tired of eating the same thing for a long time, but since leaving home, Wen Qing hasn't eaten pumpkin stewed rice for a long time.So he ate a lot for dinner, and went out for a walk twice after eating.

The snow that had been falling for two days finally stopped, and the surroundings were covered with silver. I just felt that my mood became clean and clear just like the ice and snow.

The two lay together under the see-through glass ceiling, looking at the quiet night sky flickering with sporadic lights, feeling peaceful.

"Brother Qing, aren't you happy today?" Ai Changle leaned on his tender arm, and subconsciously flirted with his hand with his fingers.

"Not really happy." Wen Qing looked up at the star closest to the moon with clear eyes, "but very relieved."

"Shiran?" The word didn't come out of Wen Qing's mouth very often.

"Yeah." Wen Qing's Adam's apple rolled, "I never thought that Dad and I would reconcile in this way."

Ai Changle leaned a little closer to him, resting on his shoulder, and could hear Wen Qing's rhythmic and steady heartbeat from this position.

He waited quietly, waiting for Wen Qing to tell him the past that had been suppressed in his heart.

"I haven't seen Mom."

Wen Qing spoke very calmly.

"As long as I can remember, I have always lived with my father. So I am very grateful to him and respect him. Since I was a child, I have listened to his arrangements for everything, because I have no mother, and I can no longer live without my father. .I'm afraid that I'm not good enough, and he will leave me like my mother did back then."

Ai Changle felt a dull pain in his heart, turned sideways, put his ears to his chest, put his hands on his waist, and asked:

"Brother Qing, have you ever hated your mother?"

Wen Qing's answer was very calm: "I can't hold grudges against someone I've never met."

Ai Changle said sullenly: "But she made your childhood difficult."

Wen Qing scratched the back of his hand with her index finger, "That's why I have no resistance to cute people."

It's not a deliberate love talk, he really has no resistance to cute people.God knows how much Ai Changle liked the little guy above Ai Changle's head who would jump when he first met him.

"Brother Qing, you liked the Monkey King so much when you were young, you must also think he is cute?"

Ai Changle still remembers the 100 yuan Monkey King suit that Wen Zide mentioned.

"Ah."

Wen Qing's memory drifted back to the past:

"That time was the first time I didn't listen to my father. I like acting, and I want to be such a comfortable person. The Monkey King doesn't have a mother, but he is very chic."

Many times, admiration is just because he has become someone he cannot be.

"In the third year of high school, I went out without telling my father, saying that I was going on a trip with my classmates, but in fact I went to Beijing to take the art test. Later I passed the test, but he was very disappointed."

"I became popular relatively smoothly, but in the two years just after graduation, there were still a lot of negative gossip. That year, during Chinese New Year, I went back with a thick face, and he happened to see a piece of gossip, saying that I had sex with the benefactor. role. He asked me to resign, but I didn’t agree. In fact, that kind of insider in the news circle can tell the truth at a glance, but if he doesn’t know, he will believe it. I had a big fight with him, and after that, I seldom go back. gone."

The moon gradually rose higher, and the eyes moved with it little by little.Wen Qing sniffed the orchid fragrance that Ai Changle had just bathed in, and his tone eased a bit:

"I'm surprised that he came here this time. In fact, I've been wanting to go back for a few years and have a calm talk with him, but I'm still worried that I'll disappoint him. Taobao, I can't express that feeling, but when I was with Dad In front of you, you will feel that you are a failed son.”

He finished speaking slowly, as if telling someone else's story.There is no emotion, no embellishment, and the tone is as simple as a blank sheet of paper, but it leaves a deep imprint on the hearts of those who listen to the story.

"Brother Qing, be more confident." Ai Changle sat up, "You are excellent, really."

"Dad doesn't understand your dream because he has experienced some unhappy things. He has a pimple in his heart, afraid that you will end up on the road of no return like your mother. But he came today, which shows that you have worked hard all these years. You can see it. You have won so many movie stars, and your fans are all over the country, and he can see all of this."

"You said that he believed in fake news, but you have such a good reputation now, which means that he must have read more positive news. He knows how you got to where you are step by step, and also knows that your current partner, I, is you It is only through attraction that you can achieve yourself. He must be very proud of you for being so good!"

He spoke very seriously, and his expression was so sacred that he could take an oath under the national flag.Wen Qing looked at him softly, sat up from the recliner, and pecked his lips.

How can there be such a lovely person who understands him so well?

Such a seemingly stupid person actually sees things more clearly than anyone else.

"Why did you kiss me?" Although he was very happy to be kissed, he still had to show his attitude, "I'm serious, okay?"

Wen Qing pinched his chin, and pressed his lips together again, kissing harder this time, sucking on Ai Changle's lower lip, and it took several minutes before he let him go.

"I'm so lucky."

Meeting you is my greatest luck.

Ai Changle was in a daze, "Isn't it right for me to say this?"

The clothes slid down the shoulders silently, and thousands of words disappeared between the intertwined lips and tongues.No star is born bright, it's just a little-known mix of sweat and tears that gives a glimmer of light when the sun comes out.

The moon is under the moon, and the night is still very long.

The author has something to say: Next, I will try my best to save the manuscript "Crossed into a Playboy and Got Green". The pit will be opened in early October. The specific time will be explained in the new text and Weibo@青茶木. Friends who have read it, please rate it∩ _∩Thank you everyone, see you in the new pit