I'm arrogant at the apex of the hip-hop god

The black sky overlooked the tiny dusty figure behind him, and there was very light moonlight, which leaked in along a row of tall tree trunks, reflecting the eyes of Qi Shui when he was speaking.

The impatience in Feng Chen's heart dissipated a little after hearing the second half of the sentence - no matter what, it was difficult for Feng Chen to categorically reject this little stuttering face he loved as usual.

What's more, at this moment, Feng Chen could neither let Qi Shui wander around the city in the second half of the night alone, nor dared to take the risk of not being able to see him immediately when the children came back.

Feng Chen had no choice but to agree.

Feng Chen rubbed his temples with a headache, added a washboard to himself who felt punished to kneel in his heart, and let out a "hmm".

What Qishui wants to take Feng Chen to is not some Internet celebrity attraction or playground that lovers like to check in. Of course, no one will be open at this time - the place he wants to spend the rest of the time with Feng Chen is his s home.

Maybe it can't be regarded as a home, but a one-bedroom apartment he rented for the convenience of his work, near the bar street.

Moonlight followed Qishui and Feng Chen quietly, along the path, around the corner, and then came to a residential building.

There is no elevator, but luckily Qishui lives on a low floor, on the third floor, Feng Chen can barely accept it.He rejected Qishui's offer of help, held on to the stairs, and dragged his long legs up the stairs with difficulty.

Qishui raised his hands to the sky, his eyes became more bitter, but he didn't take it back, but walked silently beside Feng Chen, protecting him carefully.

Although Feng Chen has the burden of being an idol, but now the lights are dark, and the voice-activated lights are not very sensitive. After a few steps, he simply let himself go, with one leg slightly curled up, and directly jumped up the steps, like a real version of WeChat.

Qi Shui saw Feng Chen's movements clearly through the moonlight through the window, and couldn't hold back, she smiled lightly.

The laughter was so light that it was almost inaudible, and a small ripple was wiped in the dark night. Feng Chen immediately put down his legs, returned to the walking posture just now, and glanced at Qi Shui lightly: "What are you laughing at?"

Qishui replied honestly: "Have you ever played a game? Jump up and down, it looks very similar to you just now."

There was an expression of "I'm afraid you're not insulting me" on Feng Chen's face for a moment: "That little man has such short legs, he doesn't look like me."

"It's just a movement." Qishui didn't expect Feng Chen to say a few words to him because of this, and he hurriedly explained in a tone of surprise and joy.

Feng Chen didn't listen carefully, and casually raised his eyes to look at the third floor that he was about to arrive at, wondering whether Shen Xi would also think that he was not handsome enough to walk like this.

However, the child was not there, so Young Master Feng could only temporarily suppress the question, and decided to ask Shen Xi when he woke up.

The air immediately became quiet again, and only the slight sound of the key being inserted into the lock could be heard. Perhaps it was Feng Chen who spoke calmly and calmly just now, who gave Qi Shui the courage to approach him a little bit more. He couldn't help but turn his head and express carefully He answered his long-held question: "You seem to be different from the stage."

On the stage, Feng Chen is domineering and flamboyant. Although he is cold, his contagious power of blowing up the stage can always make people ignore his aloofness that is not easy to get close to, giving people the illusion that he is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, but off the stage, he is full of expectations but repeatedly The frustrated Qishui had to sadly admit that Feng Chen's coldness was directly carved into his bones, like an iceberg that couldn't be covered by heat.

Feng Chen lazily leaned against the wall, waiting for Qishui to open the door, and casually replied: "The stages are all fake."

"But my liking for you is true." Qishui froze when he pressed the doorknob, turned around and looked at Feng Chen, his eyes were pious, sincere and eager, "I said I am Your fans, I said I started liking you a long time ago, and those words are true."

The sudden confession pulled Feng Chen back from his wandering state, he instinctively took a step back, put away his laziness and said sincerely: "No, I am nothing but handsome, you might as well like paper people if you treat me as an idol, At least the house won't collapse."

He thought that what he said was very frank, but Qi Shui just gave him a blank look, shook his head lightly and resolutely, his eyes were as hot as ever.

"I have eyes, how are you? I can see." Qishui couldn't understand Feng Chen's refusal. He smiled bitterly, went into the room and pressed the switch, and whispered to himself, "No matter how nice others are, I can't see them." None of you."

Feng Chen choked for a moment.

Doesn't having eyes mean that you can only see his handsomeness? ? ?He is a late-stage lazy cancer, discriminates between grains and grains, a patient with severe narcissism and face control, a cleanliness obsessive who is lenient and self-disciplined and strict with others, picky about things, his limbs are almost disabled except for dancing, how can anyone like him?

Except for the hardworking and virtuous children of his family who don't dislike him, he is lazy and has a lot of problems. What he falls in love with is his flirtatious soul under his exquisite skin.

Feng Chen glanced at Qi Shui with the look of "you are not a fan of brains", followed behind him, and was about to ask Shen Xi when he would come back for the thousandth time, he was stunned.

Dim yellow light spilled along the empty white wall, reflecting a not-so-big projection screen. Qishui had already turned on the computer at some point, and after the very slight sound of the socket connection, the world lying in the secret hard disk that had never been revealed to the outside world , clearly and slowly, slowly unfolded in the silent room.

It's all Feng Chen.

The competitions he has participated in are well-known and unknown, domestic and foreign, recent ones a few years ago, videos, photos, and animations.

He said he liked him, and it was true.

It’s not superficial looking at the face, but seeing Feng Chen’s love and respect for the stage—even if Feng Chen said that the stage is fake, but the eyes of a person who loves dancing and dreams of a broader stage will never be possible Deceit——As much as Qishui likes to sing, he understands this desire for the stage.

So he was never the superficial and brainless fan that Feng Chen thought, he was the same as him.

Feng Chen regained consciousness from the brief shock, and was about to speak, but when he met Shang Qishui's eyes, he was suddenly speechless—all he could say was "I don't like you, don't dream "This kind of commonplace nonsense, but it is easy to reject a person, but it is difficult to let a person give up.

Feng Chen pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, he couldn't give Qi Shui any response, and he didn't know what to say to make Qi Shui give up, after much deliberation, he could only say two words very sincerely and apologetically: "I'm sorry. "

The shimmering stars in Qishui's eyes were instantly extinguished.

He knew that Feng Chen would not accept him, and he also knew that Feng Chen had always liked only Shen Xi, but every rejection was still like cutting his heart open with a blunt instrument, making people feel powerless despair.

Qishui clenched his fingertips to suppress the pain in his heart, turned around quickly, poured two glasses of water, and put one of them in front of Feng Chen, pretending that nothing had happened: "He's coming back soon, you can wait for a while."

Feng Chen let out a lazily "hmm", didn't drink, went directly to the other side of the sofa and sat down, playing with the phone intermittently, waiting for the children to come back.

The alienated posture remained the same as before, Qishui smiled wryly, looked away from Feng Chen, clicked on the screen, exited the hard disk, and after skillfully returning to another favorite, clicked on a book that he had watched many times, but was always longing to be with The movie that Feng Chen watched together.

The low-pitched dialogue immediately echoed in the quiet living room, and orange light fell from the glass cover, and the film-like picture above was reflected through the curtain, attracting people's attention.

When Feng Chen couldn't sleep and was bored playing with his mobile phone, he finally became interested, rested his head lazily, and watched movies to pass the time.

The light was very dim, and Feng Chen's lazy outline could only be vaguely outlined, but Qishui was already very satisfied. He carefully moved a little towards Feng Chen's direction, sat on the sofa with a pillow in his arms, and then, On that unseen wish list, cross off "watch a movie with your boyfriend."

This is an old movie. The handsome and unrestrained hero meets a young man in a foreign country and falls in love at first sight. The two overcome many difficulties and finally get together and live happily. One of them has Alzheimer's disease.

What is more cruel than not loving is still loving but not remembering each other.

The hero suffering from Alzheimer's disease cruelly forgot the past they had experienced, but only remembered the lover he fell in love with at first sight when he was young. Every time the lover took care of him, he would appear in a daze without warning. Sentence: "Who are you?"

Then lose your temper and say "I don't know you, I'm going to find Allen."

Allen is the nickname he gave him when he met the boy. He has long forgotten that the man in front of him is his lover, and he stubbornly went to find him at the same place, while the old lover at that time would gently pick him up hand, took him to the corner of the street where he met for the first time, approached him over and over again tirelessly, and kissed him, the love at the end of his wrinkled eyes was the same as when he first saw him: "I am."

That is the love that Qishui fantasizes and longs for. Even if he is old, even if one person will forget, but the unforgettable love and companionship will never leave.

Feng Chen turned the phone absently, thinking in his mind whether the kid had seen this movie or not, and whether the tears would be low and just watch and cry, and then he could kiss and coax the kid.

The two sat on one side of the sofa, watching the same movie silently amidst the tear-jerking confession, without words, and what they missed in their hearts were the people they liked.

Qishui looked at Feng Chen with a shadowy light, his eyes filled with love that would make him happy whenever he saw him again, but he never looked at him from the beginning to the end, his indifference remained the same as before.

Qi Shui suppressed the bitterness in his eyes, pinched his palm with his fingertips, and made a long-awaited decision in his heart.

The movie was still playing on the curtain, and after the last scene fell, it seemed that a very faint morning light pierced through the clouds and fell into the house through the swaying window screens. Qi Shui knew that there was not much time left for him.

He stood up, rolled out the last item on the wish list that no one knew about, took a deep breath and mustered up the courage, walked to Feng Chen and sat down, and touched Feng Chen very lightly with his fingertips.

Feng Chen shrank back subconsciously, seeing Qi Shui suddenly became silent, at first he thought it was Shen Xi who had returned, and was about to hug Qi Shui immediately, but the next second, Feng Chen's movements froze.

Those slightly trembling hands covered his body and began to unbutton his clothes. The moment Feng Chen had no time to react, the clothes and shirts scattered all over the floor were outlined by light and shadow, which had never been clearly shown in front of Feng Chen. The whole body is as beautiful as the most alluring scenery in the world.

"Can I do it again with you?" Qishui stared at Feng Chen with a pair of eyes like black ink, and his face penetrated deeply into his blood, his voice was as vivid as every time he saw Feng Chen. With humbleness and hotness, only this time, there is more desperate determination, "Last time."

Between us, it started in an imperfect way that is doomed to tragedy, so, can it end in this imperfect way...

The author has something to say: Thanks to "Rainy Sky" who watered Wenwen and all the little cuties who waited, bow down!I'm sorry that there are not many updates today, the pudding is coming to my aunt, and it has become a weak soft pudding (damn, my old face blushes). If I have the strength to code tomorrow, I will code some, but there is a high probability that it will be a useless pudding. Tonight If it is not updated before ten o'clock, it means that the pudding is really useless... The hard-working cuties tolerate the pudding, but it must be updated on Thursday, bow bow!