After wearing a book and becoming a stand-in, she became a fan

In an instant, the surrounding area, which was noisy like a vegetable market just now, seemed to fall into a situation where needles could be heard.

After seeing Wang Xingquan, Yu Jiumi's dazed mind seemed to be infused with a stream of freshness. He was sober for a moment, but still nodded a little dullly: "En."

Those who watched the excitement around seemed to be alive because of his "hmm", chattering for a while——

"Little Jiu, is this your friend? Let me introduce you."

"Yeah, what's the handsome guy's name?"

"Xiaojiu, you said that your friend is like the hero of a novel? Are you talking about face?"

"Our magazine has a cooperative business with the studio, so we can introduce your friend to be a model..."

......

For example, a working media person who has nothing to do with media and entertainment, meeting Wang Xingquan, an amateur handsome man who is as precious as an African diamond, is basically no different from a wolf seeing a sheep, and he can’t wait to send out invitations from all walks of life. .

It's a pity that the 'lead actor' himself has no interest in this.

Wang Xingquan's brows and eyes were distant, and he kept smiling lightly, but his eyes flickered slightly when he heard the words 'the male protagonist exists as well'.

"All right, all right, what are you arguing about?" Yu Jiu impatiently turned his head and waved his hands away: "Let's go, you guys go back."

After Yu Jiu finished speaking, he was about to leave. When he went down the steps, his feet were not steady, and he almost staggered—almost.

Because Wang Xingquan quickly supported him, and reprimanded him, "Slow down."

......

Isn't he slow enough?

It was obviously because he was drunk and his limbs were a little uncoordinated.

"Don't help me." Yu Jiu came up stubbornly, and pushed Wang Xingquan's arm away unwillingly: "I'll go by myself."

Under the soft orange light of the street lamp, the little boy couldn't even walk steadily in a straight line, and he was extremely stubborn—just as stubborn as a stupid hair that stood up in his hair at some point.

Looking at his swollen cheeks like a squirrel, Wang Xingquan couldn't help but tease him with a smile, jokingly teasing: "Student Dionysus, are you drunk? Aren't you drunk after a thousand cups?"

......

Why can't this guy remember all the good things, only remember the awesomeness he bragged about before?

Yu Jiu was speechless, turned around and stared at him dumbly, and what was more dull than eyes was the brain that had been influenced by alcohol, so that the truth in Yu Jiu's heart blurted out without the brain——

"I used to drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk. I'm afraid that those little guys will drink my wine? How dare they?"

Wang Xingquan was stunned for a moment, and looked at Yu Jiumu, who seemed completely drunk... He had to suspect that this guy started talking nonsense.

"It's too late." He glanced at his watch and said to Yu Jiu: "Does your family live in Zhizi Hutong? It's a bit far away, so let's spend the night at my house tonight."

"I don't want to go home." Yu Jiu seldom gets drunk, and he doesn't know what it's like to be drunk - just like the quiet drunken madness and cheating now.

"No, no." He frowned, hugged the electric pole next to him, stared at Wang Xingquan in a daze, and said solemnly, "I'm going to sleep here."

......

Wang Xingquan really felt it was a pity not to record such a precious moment.

Such a guy with a bit of a cleanliness and a lot of things, if he wakes up and knows that he is holding on to the pole, he will probably want to throw himself into the lake, right?

Wang Xingquan held back his smile and felt a bit of a stomachache. His voice seemed to be coaxing a child: "Are you sleeping here? Then I'm leaving?"

"Okay." Yu Jiu nodded obediently: "You go."

Wang Xingquan raised his eyebrows: "Then you are not afraid of bad guys coming?"

"Am I afraid of bad guys?" Yu Jiu was drunk to such a virtue, but in terms of 'pretending to be aggressive', he is not a man: "I will call the police."

Drunk and thinking about calling the police, who is it?

"Okay, stop making trouble." Wang Xingquan bent down with a smile, propping his hands on his knees and shaking, looking at Yu Jiu's bright eyes: "Go home obediently, okay?"

Drunk Yujiu is even harder to coax than Wang Yizhuo.

— Fortunately, he is patient.

"What's so good about going home." Yu Jiu looked up at the bright moon, and couldn't help but chant a poem: "Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and think about your hometown..."

In his deserted and miserable home, he couldn't help but miss the past.

"Then it's too late to go back to school now." Wang Xingquan was still reasoning with him: "Hey, listen to me - besides, it's not like you haven't lived in my house before."

A few times before, Yu Jiu played games with Wang Yizhuo, and if he forgot the school access control time, he would directly deal with him at his house all night. Why is the boss not happy now?

Wang Xingquan was silent for a moment, and then said, "I'll let Wang Yizhuo play games with you."

Drunk Yujiu seems to have returned to the state of a 'child' - so naturally he must be dealt with by coaxing a child.

Sure enough, when Yu Jiu heard the word 'Wang Yizhuo', his eyes paused, and he shifted his eyes from staring at Mingyue to Wang Xingquan: "To your house?"

"Ah."

"Okay then." Yu Jiu made a 'compromise', and was finally willing to let go of the straight telegraph pole, walking towards him in a very 'dignified' manner just like Lafayette Empress Dowager Cixi getting off her sedan chair——the result was that she almost re-entered. Once tripped over the steps under his feet.

His series of 'wonderful' actions in a daze, with a foreword but no hindsight, attracted the eyes of many passers-by around him. Wang Xingquan's face became hot when he whispered, and he hurried over to support him.

"Ancestor." He gritted his teeth and complained in a low voice, "Can you be more serious?"

"My...legs are weak." Yu Jiu squatted on the ground and refused to get up, his voice muffled: "I don't want to go...or you can let me sleep here."

"..."

Wang Xingquan looked at the "poor" group squatting under the street lamp, as if someone had given him a strong drink, and sighed helplessly.

He resigned to his fate and squatted down. His suit was a little tight, but fortunately it didn't get in the way.

Wang Xingquan took off his coat and put it on Yu Jiu, so as to save him from getting caught in the wind after getting drunk.

"I'll carry you on my back." He turned his back in front of Yu Jiu, with a helpless tone: "Come up."

The man only had a white shirt on his body. When he squatted in front of him, the slender and thin muscle texture under the close-fitting shirt seemed to stretch with every movement.

Under the soft street lights, Wang Xingquan's abrupt butterfly bones are like the wings of a butterfly spreading its wings.

He is very good-looking here, Yu Jiu used to often lament that he has such a beautiful skin, it is a pity that people with impeccable butterfly bones are not included in the circle.

Wang Xingquan was short of money, so he was not born to be an actor—if he was willing to enter the entertainment circle, wouldn't it be easy to make a lot of money?

It's just that he thought about it when he was sober, and now Yu Jiu, who is drunk, only has this perfect picture in his mind and eyes, and he can't help but become a little 'unscrupulous'.

His fingers were like tentative cat claws, carefully poking the butterfly bone on Wang Xingquan's thin back.

???

Wang Xingquan felt his back itching, and couldn't help turning his face away: "What are you doing?"

Yu Jiu didn't answer, he leaned his head on his back, and stretched out his two paws to encircle his neck—the way he chirped to make people forget.

Wang Xingquan smiled, carried him on his back, and found that Yujiu was lighter than he had imagined to his surprise.

Although he looked thin with thin arms and legs and a small frame, he was a man after all, with such a weight... Wang Xingquan couldn't help but frowned.

It's really about the same as a cat, and it doesn't weigh much to him anyway.

Yu Jiu on his back probably felt that he had found the cat's nest, and relaxed leisurely. His mind was sleepy and tired, but he still muttered unconvinced: "Those bastards pour me wine... ...asshole."

Wang Xingquan frowned: "Someone bullied you?"

In fact, he himself didn't believe it when asked—who could bully someone like Yu Jiu?

"Can they bully me? Don't even look at how many years I've been in the workplace..." Yu Jiu snorted, his voice a little smug: "They're just a bunch of brats."

How many years?It's been less than a year since he entered the magazine as an intern, right?

Wang Xingquan was puzzled, he just thought that Yu Jiu was too drunk tonight, why did he keep talking nonsense.

And when he was put on the bed at home, Wang Xingquan simply wiped his face and took off his clothes for him to sleep, only to find that the 'sequelae' of Yujiu's drunkenness were not just nonsense—

He is not sleeping well!

Wang Xingquan didn't know how many times he pulled the hands off his body, sighed helplessly, and simply sat up in a irritated breath.

He turned his head and stared at Yu Jiu, who was rolling around on the bed, sleeping unconsciously.

The moonlight penetrated through the unclosed window at the head of the bed with a gap, and it hit Yujiu's fair face lavishly. The boy's black hair was fluffy, and the trivial bangs on his forehead covered his eyes and eyebrows. Only a pair of red lips twitched from time to time. , Turned sideways and slept soundly.

He's fast asleep, but dishonest, that leg always takes a while... just ride on him.

There are only two bedrooms in Wang Xingquan's house, and the bed in Wang Yizhuo's room is small, so he usually sleeps with him when he stays overnight.

It just so happens that a quilt was washed today, two people can only cover one, and he was drunk and messed around...

Although it's a bit hard to say, but as a boy who happens to be of a 'normal' age with 'normal' skills and full of vigor, it's hard not to react when Yu Jiu rubs him around like this.

In the middle of the night, Wang Xingquan went to take a cold shower with sleepiness all over his body - to cool down and get rid of the heat.

When he came back with cold damp, Wang Xingquan looked at Yu Jiu lying in the middle of the bed, pajama pants rolled up to his knees, revealing a section of white shiny calf, his pupils were dark.

He stared at it for a while, grabbed a crumpled quilt and went to the living room.

Wang Xingquan simply curled up on the sofa and fell asleep. Although his hands and feet curled up a bit when he slept on the narrow sofa, it was better than being squeezed together with that annoying Yu Jiu.

As for not being quilted, if you don’t have it, you don’t have it. Anyway, it’s not too cold in the hot summer.

It's just that Wang Xingquan forgot about the 'heat cold'.

He took a cold shower in the middle of the night because of the restless factor in his body that was clamoring for loneliness, and then spent half the night in the living room with ventilation on all sides. When he woke up in the morning, the immune cells in his body clamored for a collective 'sacrifice'.

While eating breakfast, Wang Xingquan would stand up from time to time and go to the side to wipe his nose. The tip of his nose turned red on his fair face, and his sharp eyebrows and stars were covered with dampness from a cold, making him feel stuffy.

"Why do you catch a cold?" The instigator, Yu Jiu, was refreshed after a night's sleep, completely forgetting what happened yesterday, and laughed at him while gnawing on a steamed bun: "Having a cold during the dog days? Brother Quan, you're a little weak."

Wang Xingquan was silent, gave him a cool look, and said nothing.

——He would rather that he was really a little 'virtual', so that he could sleep on the same bed as heartlessly as this guy, and he would not have to take a cold shower.

"It's over, I have class to go back to school today." Yu Jiu swallowed a steamed bun in two or three gulps, drank a few sips of soy milk before wiping his mouth and stood up: "By the way to Zhuozhuo School, I'll take him there Bar."

After the series of events last night, now Wang Xingquan felt upset when he saw him, and waved his hand irritably to signal him to get out of here.

Yu Jiu didn't know where he had offended him, so he led Wang Yizhuo back in a daze.

After the two of them had left, even the air in the cramped space seemed to be filled with 'quietness'.

It is not noisy, it gives people a space for reverie, and makes people calm.

There is no need to go to the company early today, Wang Xingquan rarely has such a leisurely morning to stop his brain that is running almost 24 hours a day, and simply think about... things that don't fit his style of painting.

He couldn't help thinking about what he had done.

Yu Jiu lying on his back is so light that he doesn't eat every day. After drinking, his eyebrows and eyes are stained with peach blossoms, and his fair cheeks are also pink, which looks healthy.

Especially, the skin is very slippery.

Lying on a bed, his slippery skin unconsciously touched his once scarred arm, which made Wang Xingquan hide involuntarily.

Only now did he react belatedly. It may be because of that touch that his body experienced unspeakable ups and downs.

Tsk, worry.

Wang Xingquan bit the slice of bread without taste, chewed mechanically, and smiled self-deprecatingly after a long while.

It never occurred to him before that a person like him, who was overwhelmed by life and had to calculate salary, rent, and arrears every morning, would have the leisure to think about such things.

Is it because Wang Yizhuo's condition has improved a lot recently, he can't help but feel safe, or is it because... Yu Jiu is too pervasive.

Maybe at his age, it is indeed an age that needs a girlfriend or a boyfriend.

Wang Xingquan hadn't thought about what type of person he liked, or even what gender, he always felt that when the time was right, he would naturally meet the right person.

However, on that sudden and lingering night yesterday, the first thing that flashed in his mind was Yujiu.

Is it because they have been "getting along day and night" for more than a year?

It's just Yu Jiu...Wang Xingquan squinted his eyes, unconsciously thinking of Xiao Yan, the nonsense he said, and even Zhao Zilan.

In fact, that guy's love life is also a mess.

Wang Xingquan clearly remembered how much Yu Jiu liked Xiao Yan when he was a sophomore in high school, several times he even chased after Xiao Yan's school, and the place where they met.

Although he hadn't seen Yu Jiu a few times at that time, let alone contacted him, he still had this impression.

But when he came into contact with Yu Jiu again, he seemed to be a completely different person.

The embarrassment and admiration when facing Xiao Yan before is gone, what is left is boredom and disgust... How can a person's emotions fluctuate so much?And there is no room for change.

At that time Wang Xingquan didn't say anything, but he was curious.

Especially later when Xiao Yan complained to him, Piansheng always said that Yu Jiu and Zhao Zilan had an ulterior relationship.

Thinking of this, Wang Xingquan couldn't help laughing, and ordered himself to stop.

Now is not the time for him to think about these things. The physical impulse can still be restrained, but if he doesn't know how to restrain the psychological fluctuation, he will be finished.

Even if he has a lot of messy things that are constantly being cut and messed up, he has no right to think about other things.

After Yu Jiu sent Wang Yizhuo to the special school by the way, he hurried back to Wulan University. When he entered the elective classroom, he almost caught up with the teacher's roll call.

The old professor raised his beard angrily, looked at Yu Jiu and waved his hand in disgust, signaling him to get back to his seat.

Yu Jiu smiled and passed the test vaguely, and stooped to the last row. Like him, his roommate Feng Mao also took this economics course, and helped him stand up early in the morning, and at the moment he was gorging on the pancakes in his hand.

Gobble it up, and within a radius of ten meters are the 'aromas' of pancakes and fruits.

......

"Little wine." Feng Mao, who is a master at eating cakes, didn't realize how disgusted he was by others, and happily raised it in front of Yu Jiu to share with him: "Would you like to have a bite?"

"Brother Cat." Feng Mao nicknamed Crazy Cat, known as Brother Cat, Yu Jiu said with a trembling smile: "You should enjoy this blessing yourself."

It has to be said that Wang Xingquan has been feeding his mouth all year - it's not that he really doesn't like the food he cooks, let alone the heavy oil and salty food outside.

"Xiaojiu, how is the magazine where you work now?" No one took the class with mixed credits seriously. After Feng Mao finished eating the pancake fruit, he chatted with Yujiu in a low voice, and couldn't stop complaining: "Is it still recruiting?" ? No, I'll go too."

Yu Jiu was a little surprised when he heard this: "Are you looking for a part-time job? Are you short of money?"

If he remembers correctly, Feng Mao's family's conditions are quite good, and the living expenses are several thousand per month. He usually spends money lavishly and never has to worry about money. He also threatened that he would never find a part-time job before graduation, and wanted to fully enjoy college life. ...How did you slap your face so quickly?

"Hey, it's not all because of the date." Feng Mao said as he rubbed his temples, feeling a big headache: "Didn't I catch my goddess some time ago, you have to hold it when you finally catch it, right? Giving gifts is unavoidable, right? The things you give are too cheap to sell, right? No, buddies can only dedicate their lives to love."

Yu Jiu listened carefully to the teachings of this 'love expert', feeling a little dazed——

"If you want to chase someone, do you have to give gifts?"

"Of course." Hearing this, Feng Mao glanced at him inexplicably: "If you chase someone and don't give a gift, what will happen, we can't be so picky."

"Oh." Yu Jiu pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said solemnly: "I have never chased people before, so I don't have much experience."

He has been chased almost all the time since he was a child. In addition, he is full of professionalism, and he is devoted to his studies and careers. He seems to be short-witted in terms of emotions--for chasing people, falling in love, etc., it can be said I don't know anything about it.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Feng Mao cleverly heard that there was something wrong with his words, his eyes lit up immediately, and he couldn't help gossip and asked Yu Jiu, "Xiao Jiu, what's the matter with you? I want to chase someone."

Yu Jiu couldn't help but pushed his glasses again - this was a small subconscious action when he felt a little awkward.

"No way? Really?" Feng Maole was as excited as a cat seeing a mouse, rubbing his hands together and asked, "Which beautiful girl attracted the heart of a detached workaholic like you? Come on, tell me."

"Beautiful girl?" Yu Jiu glanced at him sideways, with a half-smile: "Who told you that you are a girl?"

Feng Mao was taken aback for a moment: "...Huh?"

Then he realized something, and unconsciously covered his chest with a terrified expression.

"It's just that there is a plan." Yu Jiu smiled and said calmly: "I will learn from you, don't think too much about it."

People like Feng Mao are not his type.

The author has something to say: I want to start a sweet love line, what does Ni Meng think?