you look delicious

Su Peishen took off his glasses with one hand, exuding an aristocratic and unruly temperament in his gestures, he reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled wryly: "Jiujiu said that it is imposing to appear on the stage like this."

Xie Buqing looked at the cage in his hand, and the little pure white hamster was running around excitedly in the cage: "You still spoil it so much, it makes me very stressed."

Su Pei smiled lightly: "What pressure?" Looking around, "Did you not come today?"

Thinking of his lover, Xie Buqing had a doting look on his face: "He fell asleep at home. These days he always gets up early and goes to bed late, and he doesn't have a serious rest time every day. I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it, so let him stay at home and rest obediently."

Su Peishen carefully handed over the cage to Xie Buqing: "Please take care of me. If you lose a mouse hair, don't blame me, I will personally cut you bald with scissors."

Xie Buqing was amused: "Why don't we count how many hairs it has on its body now, so that you won't find trouble after autumn?"

Pudding silently clamped his legs and retracted into the nest, ignoring the two childish men outside.

Su Peishen still had things to do, so he reluctantly left, leaving a pudding-only daddy to take care of it.

Its arrival has added a lot of fun to the crew. Everyone likes to surround Pudding's cage when they have nothing to do, watching it eat and watch it run the wheel, and Pudding also runs very hard in order to show himself.

Yang Weijing was quite afraid of mice, so he only dared to stand outside and watch from a distance: "...Is this the big star you mentioned?"

Mao Zubin sighed: "It is indeed a very important heavyweight, but the comparison is who is the lightest."

There were very few shots of pudding, but after Su Peishen repeatedly emphasized that his mouse is very smart and can perform many difficult scenes, he reluctantly added some more scenes.

To everyone's surprise, this cute pet of the crew is indeed very spiritual, and cooperates well under the camera, squatting obediently in the palms of other actors, and will not run around.

As work was about to end, Mu Silu arrived early as usual, and when Pudding saw him, he froze on the spot and watched him.

Yang Weijing obediently followed his footsteps. Before Mu Silu left, he took a look back, but he could only roughly discern the direction of the scorching gaze, but he couldn't find out who the target was.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, he wanted to get closer to Weijing, but Yang Weijing avoided him.

Depressedly withdrew his hand, Mu Silu was silent all the way until the middle of the dinner, when Yang Weijing was eating boiled vegetables in a gentle manner, Mu Silu couldn't help but explode, just like the brat who didn't care.

Yang Weijing was frightened by him, put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at him timidly, not knowing what he did wrong to make him angry.

Mu Silu suppressed his anger: "Is that how I annoy you? After so many days, you still don't understand what I'm thinking?"

Yang Weijing's heart trembled three times, and he wailed: Brother, it's because I understand what you mean that I dare not let you know that I understand!

Seeing that Yang Weijing didn't respond for a long time, Mu Silu felt sad, put down his chopsticks and left without looking back, leaving Yang Weijing sitting there in embarrassment.

...overwhelmed.

Mao Zubin took him away and asked, "What did you say wrong?"

Yang Weijing looked at him innocently: "I didn't say anything, from the very beginning, I ate in peace and quiet."

Mao Zubin suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out that it's because you like to ignore him, and he has reached the limit of his patience."

Yang Weijing scratched his head and scratched his head in distress and said, "I'm almost at my limit, what's the matter? Does he want to play with his body, or with his feelings, or does he really want to have a good time with me! I don't know him at all. What the hell are you thinking!"

As an outsider, Mao Zubin rarely feels that he has the right to speak in this regard: "I think, he should want to have a good time with you."

Then he analyzed, "Look, except for you, he has not shown the slightest affection for any other men and women during this period of time. He is sad about your matter. If you are really tired, he will not force you to come out. And, then I will take the trouble to help you choose healthy ingredients and cook them for you..."

"Wait." Yang Weijing suddenly interrupted him, "every night at his house...he cooks it himself?"

"...Eh, didn't I tell you? Mu Silu's dishes are all made by himself. Although someone else may have done it, he is basically in charge of it himself."

Yang Weijing was deeply speechless by Mao Zubin: "The promise is reliable! You never mentioned it to me!" After the excitement, he was further speechless, "I thought it was made by some old chef, and the taste is not bad. , but the rice was too soft, and the food smelled like my grandma's food..."

Mao Zubin smiled, without any shame: "It's not my fault. I tell you so many things every day, and there are always one or two things that I thought I mentioned to you but actually didn't."

He has never tasted the dishes made by Mu Silu, and he doesn't know what the taste of grandma's house is: "Mu Silu is young, but he gives people a sense of oldness that has passed through Qianfan. ..."

Speaking of this, Yang Weijing has a lot to talk about: "You don't know, he has a regular schedule, wakes up early and goes to bed early, doesn't know how to use electronic products, and typing is slow to death. I seriously suspect that he is a one-finger Zen .”

Mao Zubin was stunned, and interrupted Yang Weijing's chattering words: "When did you communicate with him so much, why didn't I know?! You didn't even report to me."

"I didn't report anything, and I didn't talk about a few pages of records." Yang Weijing was disappointed, "Zu Bin, I'm serious, if I am like me, if I don't have a stronger background in the circle, will I never have a bright future?"

Mao Zubin slapped Yang Weijing on the back, almost killing half of him, and laughed loudly: "What are you thinking! Do you still remember your original intention?"

Yang Weijing fell into deep thought, and only after a while did he bring up a helpless smile: "That's right, I was too eager for quick success. After filming this drama this time, I want to rest for a month and adjust my mentality."

Mao Zubin already agreed in his heart, but his mouth was still unforgiving: "Take this opportunity to rest, you are becoming a little fox."

Yang Weijing laughed: "It's not because the old fox taught me well."

"I bother!"

Yang Weijing looked at the brightly lit night scene outside the car window, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, he knew what he should do.

Standing on a high place, Mu Silu overlooked the same night scene as Yang Weijing saw from a different angle, and there was no smile on his face.

He really realized that his fate with Lu Wan was over, and the current situation was all because of his unilateral refusal to let go.

What can I do... He really... really loves him...

Mu Silu covered his face and wept, his mind turned a thousand times, and finally settled on one idea.

There is nowhere to go, why not...

Gu Nianyan stepped into the house with graceful steps, and was not surprised to see Mu Silu's distressed appearance: "Have you figured it out? I have already told you about the consequences and the price, and there is nothing to hide."

Mu Silu sat listlessly on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor with his head down, "Think about it clearly. The fate between me and him is all about the acquaintance and intimacy when we were young, and the intimacy between me and him at that time , now me and him, unless he remembers those things, we are just strangers."

Gu Nianyan yawned slightly, and said lightly, "Oh."

In the past few days, he has been paying attention to the progress of Mu Silu and Yang Weijing. Seeing what Mu Silu did, he almost fainted out of breath. Who else is chasing people like this these days!

...If I can catch up, I will lose.

The red dyed half of it, showing its existence on the head of the bed. Mu Silu opened the book and savored every sentence and word in it carefully.

If I could walk with you without any scruples, wouldn't there be the result now?Holding the book in his arms, he chanted the name that was on his mind.

Tonight, Yang Weijing had a dream, a dream so real that he still remembered everything in the dream after waking up, and even believed it to be true.

For some reason, he was so certain in his heart that it was his real memory.

Mu Silu...Mu He...In an instant, all the inexplicable things before became a matter of course.

Yang Weijing checked the time, Mu Silu should have woken up at this time, so he sent him a message: "Let's meet later, I'll wait for you at Chen Ji Breakfast Shop."

This time the reply was rare and quick: "Okay."

Without telling Mao Zubin, Yang Weijing came to the breakfast shop early by himself, ordered breakfast, and soon saw Mu Silu rushing over in a hurry.

The weather is bad today, it is drizzling outside.

Mu Silu didn't even have time to hold an umbrella, he covered his head with his palms and ran all the way into the breakfast shop, and he saw Yang Weijing sitting in the back row at a glance.

Yang Weijing called him to sit down: "I ordered your favorite shredded radish buns and meat porridge, let's eat first."

However, just such a sentence made Mu Silu stay on the spot, and the two of them were only a few feet apart, but they seemed untouchable as if they had been separated for a lifetime.

Yang Weijing stretched out his hand first, took Mu Silu's wrist and asked him to sit down: "Don't say anything, eat first."

Mu Silu nodded, buried his head down and drank the porridge, tears fell into the bowl, and no one could see.

Yang Weijing looked gentle and sighed: "Why are you crying, men don't shed tears lightly."

Mu Silu continued in a hoarse voice, "It's just that I haven't reached the point of sadness."

"Aren't I here now?" Yang Weijing sighed, "You have changed a lot. If you were the old you, how could you be so tolerant, long ago..."

He didn't have the nerve to say those words in public.

Mu Silu has long forgotten his previous state of mind, and now he heard Yang Weijing mention: "If I were before, what would I do?"

Holding his face sideways with one hand, Yang Weijing lowered his eyes, casting a shadow, and his long eyelashes hooked people's mind: "There are so many nonsense, just put me on the bed."

Mu Silu was choked and coughed, Yang Weijing looked at his distressed appearance with amused expression, and patted his back for him.

It took Mu Silu a while to recover his voice: "I'm sorry..."

Sadness flashed across Yang Weijing's eyes, and he finally brought up a smile: "I never thought you made a mistake, if it weren't for your fiery feelings, young master, Xiao Wan would never know that he was loved like that for the rest of his life." on."

Mu Silu looked at him. This was indeed his little bay. He stretched out his hand and touched Yang Weijing's cheek with his palm. The unique smoothness of human skin makes people unable to put it down. Yang Weijing closed his eyes and rubbed it slightly against his palm.

People around gradually noticed the intimacy between the two, and there were more and more whispers and sneaky glances. Yang Weijing asked him: "I want to visit my parents' graves. Do you know where they are buried?"

Mu Silu naturally knew it: "I'll take you there."

Yang Weijing left side by side with him: "I want to go shopping first."

Mu Silu opened the car door for him: "OK."

This time, no matter what you ask, I will do my best to satisfy you.

Gu Nianyan watched the two leave from an inconspicuous corner of the crowd, with the corners of his mouth raised, he smiled mockingly, and turned to leave.

When he returned to the store, the man was still teasing Wen Qing, and he restrained himself when he noticed his unfriendly eyes.

With just one look, the young man understood Gu Nianyan's meaning, walked upstairs slowly, and when he was about to leave Gu Nianyan's sight, he turned slightly and looked at An Wenqing: "Come with me."

Gu Nianyan subconsciously wanted to stop An Wenqing, but thinking about what the young man was going to do next, he could only withdraw his outstretched hand, and watched Wen Qing run towards the young man cheerfully.

The young man took Wen Qing out of Gu Nianyan's sight, leaving him waiting anxiously downstairs.

I don't know how long it has passed, the young man went downstairs gracefully and walked past Gu Nianyan without leaving a word.

Gu Nianyan went upstairs anxiously, and when he turned the corner, he saw a pale jade hand with little blood color leaning on the wall, gradually revealing the appearance of the owner of the arm.

Just like the first time I met back then, the timid and gentle young man is as gentle as jade.

"String?"

An Wenqing saw a familiar person in a strange place, found a sense of peace of mind, stumbled and ran to Gu Nianyan, Gu Nianyan hurried forward to support him.

After a long time of soul separation, An Wenqing's original body is now very weak. Gu Nianyan carefully protected him in his arms, and suppressed his trembling voice to make it sound normal: "What's wrong?"

An Wenqing looked at the palms of his hands and legs in puzzlement: "Why do I feel like they are not mine anymore?"

Gu Nianyan explained: "...you slept for a long time, and you just woke up and didn't get used to it for a while. It will be fine if you walk more to let the blood flow through your body."

"I've been sleeping for a long time?" The puzzled eyes followed the turned head to focus on Gu Nianyan's clothes, with a surprised tone, "Xianzhi, what are you wearing?"

It took Gu Nianyan a lot of effort to explain the current world clearly to An Wenqing. An Wenqing's eyes were confused: "Have I slept for so long?"

Enjoying the warmth and tenderness in her bosom, Gu Nianyan was distracted, and only wanted to cherish this hard-won short time together with Wenqing, but she didn't want An Wenqing to have great curiosity about the outside world.

Subconsciously grabbing Gu Nianyan's cuff, An Wenqing looked hopeful: "Show me."

Gu Nianyan couldn't bear to refuse the clever eyes that looked at him like this, and hurriedly agreed: "Okay."

Because he was going out, An Wenqing needed to change into modern clothes, he didn't know how to wear them, so he asked Gu Nianyan to come in to help, looking at the thin body, Gu Nianyan didn't have any emotion at this moment, only distressed, and caring to help An Wenqing put on her clothes and arranged her appearance.

He admired: "My Ziyan is really good-looking, no matter what she wears."

"Slick tongue." An Wenqing wanted to raise his sleeves to cover his mouth and chuckle, but noticed that the cuffs only reached the wrists and could not be caught by fingers, so he had to put them down, "I feel like I'm naked and empty."

Gu Nianyan laughed: "If you feel exposed just like this, then you will be walking on the road later, my Ziyan, you may be too ashamed to open your eyes."

An Wenqing tilted her head, her pretty phoenix eyes raised slightly: "Don't be afraid, I've been with you for a long time, and you have already cultivated this bit of shame."

Gu Nianyan smiled awkwardly: "...Ziyan made fun of me again."

An Wenqing naturally held his wrist: "Let's go."

This is a completely different world in An Wenqing's eyes. The tall buildings and the streets full of people are so strange. His memory is still in the ancient times.

The vicissitudes of life are nothing more than that.

Gu Nianyan looked at him the whole time, reluctant to miss a glance, and smiled as he looked at him, and if An Wenqing had a puzzled expression on his face, he quickly played the role of a guide and explained to him.

After all, not long after returning to the physical body, An Wenqing became tired after walking too far, so Gu Nianyan took him to a bench beside him to rest.

There happened to be an ice cream truck not far from the two of them. The people passing by had the cone-shaped thing in their hands in twos and threes. Seeing them laughing and licking the round part, it seemed delicious, An Wenqing His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he looked back.

Gu Nianyan rubbed his head, his long hair was so smooth that people couldn't put it down: "Sit here and wait for me, I'll buy it for you."

An Wenqing wanted to refuse, but couldn't resist the temptation in his heart, so he nodded.

Gu Nianyan only bought a cone and came back. He was not sure if An Wenqing would like to eat it. If Wenqing didn't like it after tasting it, he would be responsible for destroying it; if Wenqing liked it, Then just watch him eat.

An Wenqing sat obediently on the bench, stared at the cone in Gu Nianyan's hand, poked it with his fingertips, and tentatively said, "Is this ice?"

"Well, it's actually some crushed ice." Gu Nianyan pointed the ice cream side towards An Wenqing, "Try it and see if you like it."

An Wenqing put her fists on her thighs with both hands, leaned forward slightly, stretched out her tongue to roll over the cold surface, and then covered her mouth with an expression that made Gu Nianyan unable to guess whether he liked it or not.