my king

Yang Yang is writing a book. He is sitting in front of the computer desk with a pair of non-prescription anti-myopia and anti-radiation glasses on the bridge of his nose—the little brother put them on for him. He looks like a young man of literature and art. the taste of.

Zhang Qiling entered the study with two cups of freshly brewed coffee, Yang Yang was still typing, Zhang Qiling knew what he was writing now, it was a bit like a messy summary of a child since his debut, a bit like a self-report, and a bit like chatting with fans .

He put the coffee next to the computer, pulled out the chair and sat down beside Yang Yang.He asked the child before if he was in this book, and the child pushed him away, his ears turned red, and he couldn't help laughing. Seeing the child rarely showing a nervous and bewildered expression, he asked I can't bear to ask a second time.

Zhang Qiling didn't know what he was thinking at that time, why did he suddenly ask such a sentence, it didn't seem like he would say it at all, but he could hear a voice in his heart constantly urging him to tell him This sentence asked the export.The voice was familiar, it was his own.

He thought, maybe he suddenly became the most ordinary person among all living beings. After having someone he likes and someone he wants to cherish, Zhang Qiling is just Zhang Qiling himself.So he, like any other normal person, sometimes suddenly becomes... stupid, wanting to know a question that he already has the answer to.

Even if that question was sometimes too difficult to answer, he couldn't help but want to ask it out.However, after seeing his child being questioned and overwhelmed, it was him who felt distressed again.Zhang Qiling shook his head and smiled secretly.

Yang Yang saw the younger brother sitting next to him, so he couldn't help but sit up straighter, and subconsciously wanted to block the younger brother's sight with his body, but felt that it was too deliberate and unnecessary, so he stopped awkwardly at a strange body angle .

He is writing little brother.

Before the little brother asked him if he would be included in this book, he blushed subconsciously and didn't know how to answer, because what he had been writing and revising for the past two days was about this little brother. chapter.

Met Zhang Qiling.

He thought for a long time about the title of each chapter in this book before he decided on it. Only this chapter typed out these five words almost as soon as his fingers were placed on the keyboard.

It is impossible for him to tell everything completely, so what he wrote was only the story of the web drama he took over in that year.I don't know if the dream I had before was too real, so the traces of that dream were involuntarily carried between the lines.

He wrote a lot, and when he mentioned the little brother, it seemed that his chatterbox was all opened up. He could use a whole paragraph to describe the Zhang Qiling he read, but he was at a loss for words when he mentioned how he acted. , So I only typed a sentence or two to deal with it.He mentioned a few interesting things he encountered during the filming process to share with his fans, and finally mentioned that he went to Tibet alone to shoot the last scene.

He paused for a long time during this period, and reality and dreams were constantly intertwined in his memory.

It was his first trip to Tibet, and he had severe altitude sickness, so he slept all afternoon when he got there.The next day he went far away to shoot a scene in Yamdrok, where the altitude was nearly 5000 meters, just in time for a big sandstorm, so he walked over and over again, without any cover, topless.

Maybe it was a special occasion at that time, and he couldn't help but wonder, did my little brother really walk through such an environment alone, live alone, and persist silently for so many years?As soon as this thought came out, there was a lot of sadness in my heart.

He likes Zhang Qiling so much that he only needs to think about Zhang Qiling in the past. It took a long time before Wu Xie had a fat man by his side. Before that, Zhang Qiling was the only one who went through ancient tombs alone When the wound was stitched up, he felt so painful that he wanted to shed tears. Obviously he is a person who doesn't cry very much, even if he suffered too many serious injuries during the dance, he didn't cry, but on the little brother, he seemed to cry the most.

I cry in my dreams, I cry when I think about it, it's really inexplicable.

He typed the last paragraph and put a full stop.At this moment, the little brother sat down, sitting next to him - just after he wrote a paragraph hypocritically - he couldn't help but his ears turned red, and sat up straight subconsciously not wanting the little brother to see.

"Meet Zhang Qiling." Yang Yang heard Zhang Qiling talking in his ear, reading the name of his chapter, and his heart was filled to the brim.

Yang Yang didn't think for a few seconds and turned the chair to the little brother, not to let the little brother continue to read, "There are others, this is not complete, don't look." He blocked the little brother's sight, and popped out a few Words, as if he suddenly became the self who would be nervous and reticent in the face of media interviews a few years ago.

"Others?" Zhang Qiling was slightly surprised.

"Well, there will be others..." Yang Yang said, his ears turned red slightly, "The photobook is only for you, it is unique."

……

Zhang Qiling didn't understand the meaning of uniqueness until he got the unique photobook that Yang Yang said.

This one is very thick, almost comparable to the modern Chinese dictionary on the bookshelf in Yang Yang's study.

The photos included in it are not the camera team he assigned to Yang Yang. The cameraman looks very amateur and doesn't know how to find angles, but his child is good-looking, no matter how he takes pictures, he looks good.

Zhang Qiling looked at it, and the corners of his mouth rose a little bit.

After taking many photos, he actually forgot that he took them himself, but the order of the photos is very careful, they are arranged according to the time they were taken. Every time he passes a place, there is a series of memories written by children behind him, so While watching, he restored all the memories of the cities he and his children walked through.

Before they knew it, they had spent so much time together.

He finished reading and turned to the last page. There was only one sentence on that page, which was written on the white paper on this side—yes, it was written. He recognized that it was Yang Yang's handwriting.

I am lucky to meet Zhang Qiling.

"I'm lucky to meet Zhang Qiling." He stroked the line with his fingers and read it in a low voice.

He looked at the child who was sitting next to him and had read the whole book together. The child looked at him, his eyes were as bright as light, "I am lucky to have met Zhang Qiling." He heard the child repeat it, earnestly and extremely Pious, as if saying a magical spell.

"I'm lucky to meet you." He lowered his voice, and pressed his voice against the child's forehead, earnestly and piously, as if a spell had been formed.

Zhang Qiling and Yang Yang meet each other in this world, meeting each other and not passing by is the greatest luck.

"If there were parallel time and space, if Yang Yang in that world didn't have Zhang Qiling, I would feel sorry for him." Yang Yang lay on the bed with his brother's arm under his pillow, thinking wildly.

He felt the younger brother's gaze, paused and explained, "Because I dreamed about it."

Zhang Qiling was silent for two seconds, "What does Yang Yang look like without Zhang Qiling?"

"Yang Yang without Zhang Qiling... is very strong."

Zhang Qiling suddenly didn't want to hear it anymore, anyway, Yang Yang in this world would be enough with him.

He kissed the child's lips, followed the beautiful lip shape little by little with kisses, and then slowly moved upwards, kissing the bridge of the nose, eyelids, eyebrows, and forehead all the way, and then turned his head to enclose the child's earlobe, the temperature was higher than The earlobes of the rest of the skin were red and hot, and it became more obvious after putting it in the mouth.He purposely rubbed the child's earlobe lightly with his teeth, and heard the child grunt twice, probably in dissatisfaction.

He still wanted to go on, when he heard the phone on the bedside table ring. Yang Yang reached for the phone, turned off the alarm clock, it was twelve o'clock.

"Happy [-]th anniversary." Yang Yang threw the phone aside, bent his eyes with a smile, stretched out his arms around the younger brother's neck, pushed him down, and puffed out his chest to kiss the younger brother's lips.

Zhang Qiling narrowed his eyes slightly, and lowered his body obediently, feeling the child's increasingly proficient skills—most of which were stolen from him.

Happy [-]th anniversary.