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

On the side of the apartment road adjacent to Fugui Apartment, Zhong Kui stopped the car and asked Han Yue to get off.

Recently, Zhong Kui would drop by to drive Han Yue home. Han Yue couldn't refuse his kindness, so he had to get off the car early every time, and then walk home.

So Zhan Luyao always goes home first, the crew has a work meal, and when they are tired, they each have a bento for dinner, but most of the time Han Yue cooks for himself, and eats his own bento for lunch—he He is a model and has strict dietary requirements, and that kind of high-calorie food is not suitable for his eating habits.

Zhan Luyao first checked the refrigerator, and there were only vegetables, tofu and some fruits in it, which was probably Han Yue's dinner.

It seems that he is still eating bento.

Not long after, Han Yue also came back with a shopping bag in his hand. Zhan Luyao took it over and saw that there were several bottles of milk and two broccoli in it.

"Is this your dinner?"

"It also includes my breakfast."

"You, a 1.8-meter-seven man, only eat vegetables every day, and you will become malnourished."

"I have the nutrients needed to maintain the daily intake of adults, and I won't be out of balance. But you, eat less fried food. Fans don't want to see a fat idol."

Looking at the fried oysters just to his mouth, Zhan Luyao successfully lost his appetite.

Han Yue put on an apron and busied himself in the kitchen for a while, preparing his own dinner—a large plate of lettuce salad, a few slices of smoked chicken, and slices of broccoli, dipped in flour and lightly fried, topped with Drizzled with olive oil and crushed pepper, it is full of color and fragrance, and most importantly, it is not as greasy as fried oysters.

Seeing that Zhan Luyao kept his eyes on the broccoli, Han Yue put the dish in front of him. Zhan Luyao forked a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. The broccoli fried with flour was sticky, a bit like a sticky cake , unexpectedly delicious, he asked: "Where did you learn it?"

"I want to cook for myself in the United States, so I thought of some nutritious and simple dishes."

"You really don't think about participating in food shows? Your dishes must be very popular."

"If you participate, I will participate."

"Yes...no problem."

It's just that in this way, the rhetoric that the king doesn't see the king really gets farther and farther away from him.

According to the rules after the meal, Zhan Luyao was in charge of washing the dishes, and Han Yue went to take a bath. By the way, he also took the script to the bathroom, and took advantage of the bath time to understand the content of the play.

Too bad it didn't work well.

Wang Jian Wang's directors are often unconstrained in their work and ideas, such as this temporary script change is common, Han Yue can't imagine how two people who hate each other in the play can suddenly kiss∣kiss... Uh no, it's artificial respiration.

But the method of artificial respiration is also very strange. Obviously, in the previous play, it was about the detective Shen Yushu who destroyed the plan of the thief.

So how could Grand Thefte change to save the detective in a blink of an eye?In theory, the death of the detective is better for Grand Theft Auto.

Maybe he thought too much, anyway, as the rescued person, he was only responsible for pretending to be dead.

Han Yue took the script off the shelf and replaced it with a comic book. After reading the newly serialized part, he got up and rinsed it.

After taking a shower, Han Yue went back to his bedroom, put the manga back to its original place, and his eyes fell on the script again. His doubts were not cleared up, and he always felt uncomfortable in his heart.

It seems that he still has to ask Zhan Luyao for advice.

Han Yue went to the kitchen to make two cups of milk matcha, and put them on a plate together with the script. When he went upstairs, he glanced at the mobile phone on the coffee table, but didn't pick it up.

Zhan Luyao was not in the bedroom. Hearing noises in the theater, Han Yue knocked on the door and pushed it in.

Heart-pounding groans and groans suddenly rushed into my ears. On the big screen, a man and a woman were lingering by the lake.

Han Yue's gaze turned to the person sitting opposite him. Zhan Luyao also took a shower. Like him, he was only wearing a nightgown. Han Yue looked at his belly and asked calmly: "I Didn't it come at the wrong time?"

"You think too much, I'm just thinking about the plot." Zhan Luyao pointed to the script on the coffee table and said to him.

"I don't remember a sex scene tomorrow."

"It's a kiss scene," Zhan Luyao added after a pause, "it's close to the artificial respiration of a kiss scene."

Han Yue walked over, put the tray on the coffee table, adjusted the volume and room temperature in turn, and then placed the remote control neatly. Zhan Luyao watched from the side and muttered: "I have an extra dad."

Han Yue ignored him and picked up the tray to leave. Zhan Luyao held it down, took the matcha cup first, and said with a smile: "For the sake of my dedication to work, don't be so stingy."

A lot of CDs were placed next to the projector, including romantic movies, gay movies, and even calcium tablets. Han Yue raised his eyebrows and decided to believe Zhan Luyao's "devotion" for the time being.

"It seems that you also came to me because of the script problem." Seeing the script in the tray, Zhan Luyao said.

"I don't quite understand the protagonist's psychology, and I want to discuss it with you."

"Oh?"

"I'm not only referring to tomorrow's scene, but also the future part. The plot of saving lives in the original book happened in the next few cases. After the relationship between the two protagonists was relatively harmonious, the director advanced the plot so much, so that People feel very inconsistent, in this case they both wanted to kill each other."

"It's okay. After all, TV dramas can bring direct visual effects to the audience, so the acceptance of some plot developments will be faster."

Finding that the movie being shown could not provide what he needed, Zhan Luyao changed another disc, this time he chose a gay movie, pressed the fast forward button to go to the kissing part, looked at the picture on the screen, he Said: "Falling in love and killing each other is popular now, as long as the plot mobilizes the audience's feelings, they will find explanations for the plot by themselves, even small jokes that impersonate the protagonist."

"Will you still write fanfiction?"

"Fellows?"

Seeing Zhan Luyao's suspicious gaze, Han Yue remembered that he was not from that circle, and he didn't know what a fan was.

There were ambiguous gasps and groans from the stereo, and the two male protagonists on the screen had finished kissing and entered the actual combat situation. Han Yue glanced away, feeling very uncomfortable.

In fact, the movie was handled very vaguely. What he usually watched was much hotter than this one, but the feeling of watching it alone was different from watching it with two people.

Fortunately, the dim light concealed his embarrassment. Seeing that Zhan Luyao continued to change films, he said, "You have filmed so many kiss scenes, do you still need to study?"

"It sounds like you're jealous." Looking at the new kissing scene, Zhan Luyao said.

"That's probably because your sense of smell is wrong." Han Yue replied dryly.

The more expressionless he is, the more interesting Zhan Luyao finds it. He purposely moves closer to him and asks, "Do you know why I was cut by the director many times in yesterday's kiss scene?"

"The kissing skills are too bad?"

"In a sense, it sucks, because Bai Feixue wants to kiss me, but I try my best to refuse her."

Although Han Yue was expressionless, his unbelief was self-evident, and Zhan Luyao shrugged.

"I'm not acting in a pornographic film, I need a real | tongue kiss, and I hate this kind of people taking advantage of their work."

"You should eat garlic and coriander." After finishing speaking, Han Yue immediately added, "Don't eat them tomorrow morning."

Zhan Luyao laughed and continued to change discs. This time they were genuine calcium tablets. Han Yue couldn't help but ask, "What kind of feeling are you looking for? Haven't you had a boyfriend before?"

"It was he who chased me first. I thought I could try it, but later I found out that it was not possible. I have no feelings for men."

Zhan Luyao turned to look at Han Yue and hinted.

If he had never known Han Yue, and hadn't lived with him for so many years, Zhan Luyao would never doubt his sexuality∣orientation, and wouldn't even think about it.