The king of the wind and the clouds does not see the king

Even if Zhong Kui didn't show up in the end, he believed that Zhan Luyao would not do that, he was just teasing himself, just like what he used to do in the past - no matter how much he hated a person, Zhan Luyao would love him in a way To express it, this is Han Yue's experience gained from years of dealing with him.

Han Yue's fingers brushed Zhan Luyao's cheeks, for fear of waking him up, he didn't dare to get too close, but just watched him silently, this sleepy face overlapped with Zhan Luyao's narrow smile after deceiving people before Together.

Han Yue's heart was beating even harder. Hearing his rapid breathing, he hurriedly looked away to avoid being rude.

"How much do you hate me?"

He said softly, with a bit of self-abandonment, and turned to tidy up the overturned beer cans.

Apart from the easy-open cans, there were also a lot of papers randomly piled up on the coffee table. Below was the script. On the script were a few notes written casually. The handwriting was beautiful, exactly the handwriting of Zhan Luyao.

Seeing the above words, Han Yue's movements stopped.

One, don't be angry don't be angry don't be angry. (Important things should be said three times)

Two, don't reason with fools, because they don't.

Three, when listening to fools, remember to reason and reason. (Important things should be said three times)

Fourth, a fool can only speak his conclusions, so it is very important to reason about the process by which he made 'this conclusion'. When you feel that his speech is very neurotic, remember to go back and reason about his 'thought process'.

Fifth, there is a fool named Han Yue.

Six, no, I remember my younger brother is also called Han Yue.

seven,……

eight,……

The handwriting below was too scribbled, and Han Yue couldn't see what was written. Looking at this strange note, imagining Zhan Luyao writing angrily, he laughed, and his depressed mood because of the quarrel was swept away. .

In the first year he came back, he won Zhan Luyao's movie king crown. He thought that from then on, Zhan Luyao regarded him as an enemy again. He didn't want to be hated for one thing, but he didn't think But to withdraw from the competition because of this is a respect for the other party. With Zhan Luyao's arrogance, he would rather lose to himself openly than to give up the title of best actor.

So he was very happy when he saw Zhan Luyao declaring that the king would not see the king to many reporters. In a position parallel to himself.

After Han Yue cleaned up the room, he went to Zhan Luyao's bedroom to get a towel and quilt, and covered him. When he left, the video had just played to the last clip.

"love is very deep, buts | ex only has to go afe winches."

When Zhan Luyao got up in the morning, the sun had already risen very high, and the sunlight came in through the gaps in the bedroom curtains. He squinted and opened the curtains. The sky outside was so clear that he couldn't even see a cloud.

He went downstairs with a towel on. Han Yue was busy in the kitchen. When he saw the towel on his body, his expression stiffened for a moment, and he whispered good morning.

"morning."

Like countless times before, as if there had never been a quarrel, Zhan Luyao said good morning, walked towards the fragrance, and said, "What are you doing? It smells so fragrant."

"Fried fried dough sticks, I think I make them more delicious. Just yesterday, my friend gave me flour and soda, so I tried it."

"Do you have...friends?"

This question is not because Zhan Luyao wants to quarrel, but purely out of curiosity. Han Yue didn't care. The owner of the shop, when he gets old, he will go back to his roots and continue to open the noodle shop when he comes back.”

"You...was at his place yesterday?"

"Ah."

"Have you been helping him cook?"

"Ah."

Seriously, words are so precious to such an extent, how can I deduce the process before "um"?

If it weren't for the fact that Han Yue performed well last night, and the breakfast in front of him was too tempting, Zhan Luyao would have turned around and left.

"That's great," he sighed intentionally, "I didn't have anything to eat last night."

Han Yue looked over, with a slightly cracked expression on his face, hesitantly said: "The incident yesterday... will not happen again in the future. I have already contacted the decorator, and the decoration is over."

The decoration matter can be ended, but Zhan Luyao believes that with Han Yue's way of thinking, the guarantee of 'it won't happen in the future' has very low credibility.

Looking at the crispy and yellow fried dough sticks in the oil pan, Zhan Luyao chose to pretend to be confused.

"Did something happen yesterday? I don't remember."

Han Yue looked at him, then said calmly: "Maybe beer has the effect of erasing memory."

"..."

Before the new round of war was about to start, breakfast was ready, Han Yue quickly took out the deep-fried dough sticks, Zhan Luyao went to wash up, and came to help put the oil-filtered deep-fried dough sticks on the plate, and boiled the milk for two It was the first time for them to cook together, and they cooperated tacitly. It didn't take long for breakfast to be served on the table. In addition to milk fritters, there were two small pickles.

"I think we can join the cooking and food king together." Zhan Luyao suggested while eating.

Han Yue nodded in agreement.

"I'm in charge of doing it, you are in charge of saying it."

Talk like he can't cook at all.

Zhan Luyao tried to deduce Han Yue's way of thinking before he spoke, and said, "Yesterday...well, I went to see your studio. The decoration is pretty good. Do you want to add anything?"

"It's almost finished, there are still some fitness equipment assembling and hanging sandbags left, since you don't like it, forget it."

"I don't dislike it, but I want you to tell me before you do it."

Zhan Luyao searched for examples, "For example, I'm getting married today, but I didn't notify you. Although the marriage is my personal matter, there is no need to notify others, but it always makes sense, right?"

"Are you going to get married?" Han Yue asked in surprise.

It was rare to see Han Yue's expression other than facial paralysis, and Zhan Luyao actually felt pretty good.

In fact, he quite likes to see Han Yue's various expressions. Han Yue is so handsome, and if he always keeps a straight face, it would be a waste of money. At least in front of him, he should have more normal emotions. It was also one of the reasons why he liked to bully Han Yue since he was a child.

It took a long time for Zhan Luyao to recover from his wanderings, and realized that he had strayed from the topic. He thought angrily—why is it so difficult to communicate with people?The focus of their chat was not whether he was married or not.

Han Yue was still looking at him intently, which made Zhan Luyao feel powerless, he spread his hands, "Sorry, I gave a wrong example, please ignore what I just said."

"So you're not getting married?"

"No."

"Is it today?"

"Maybe not in the future, please ignore what you said." Zhan Luyao finished his answer weakly, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. He met Han Yue's gaze and asked with a half-smile: "You seem to be Do you care about the topic of marriage?"

"No."

Han Yue quickly looked away, but Zhan Luyao didn't ignore his embarrassment at that moment, he felt more and more funny, if there were not more important things to say, he would not let him go so easily.

"Where did you just talk about? Oh, it's fitness equipment. I have those things upstairs. Use mine."

"Are you sure you're not going to say 'zero tolerance' again?"

"Actually, I thought about what you said very seriously yesterday. I think what you said is very correct. There is no need for tolerance between family members, what is needed is honesty."

Han Yue looked at him again, and after staring at him for a few seconds, he nodded, "Although I can't tell the sincerity, I accept your proposal."

Zhan Luyao raised his eyebrows, for the sake of the delicious breakfast, he decided to choose to forgive.

"In exchange, can I use your studio once in a while?"

"I don't like sharing the studio with others." After a slight pause, Han Yue said, "But you can do it."

"Thank you for letting me 'just pass'."

The author has something to say: love is very deep, buts | exonly has to go afe winches (love is very deep, but sex only needs a few inches)

This sentence comes from the movie Bullet Leaping Over Broadway. This movie is black humor. If you like it, you can find it~