Son of the Bone

Qi Lin met the monitor in the gym.

Wen Hang's eyes lit up when he saw him, he waved his hand and said, "Are you coming to the party next Saturday? We rented a small villa to watch movies, sing and play board games. There are plenty of rooms."

Although it is just the first semester of college, more and more people have started to accept various large and small advertisements, and some people have been invited to play short dramas or guest appearances. The number of stable attendance in the class is gradually decreasing.

"Next Saturday?" Qi Lin slowed down his running speed, and turned out the schedule in his mobile phone while running: "When I come back on Friday—on Saturday, I will—"

He remembered something, and thoughtfully said: "Is Jiang Jue here?"

"I heard from Mr. Qin that his attendance will be resumed next Tuesday," Wen Hang said uncertainly, "Shall I ask him?"

"His ears are very soft, so he agreed to show off his cuteness." Qi Lin said energetically, "I'm free on Saturday."

"Oh ok, and do you bring a female companion?" Wen Hang quickly jotted down a few notes on his mobile phone, and said casually: "We will keep it secret, and no one from another class will come this time—I will set the rules It must be dead."

"No, no, idols can't fall in love." Qi Lin laughed and said, "Just bring some wine."

The squad leader nodded understandingly, patted him on the shoulder with a regretful expression, and strode out.

Qi Lin adjusted his running speed again, and suddenly thought of something within a few minutes, stopped the treadmill, and made another call.

"Fang is true! Old Fang!" He picked up a towel and wiped his sweat, picked a corner where no one was around and continued, "Will you come to play on Saturday?"

The person who answered the phone was his classmate, who was also the son of a director in the second-generation and third-generation star circle. They had known each other since they were in high school.

"Come on? Are you finally back to school?"

"I just came back yesterday, and I have to leave again in two days," Qi Lin changed the subject, and said in a deliberate tone, "I ask you something... If my roommates come to play on Saturday..."

"What?" Fang Chengran smelled gossip: "You've taken a fancy to him? Don't you?"

"I--hey--no, can you be more upright," Qi Linyang said in a long voice, "I-no-yes."

Fang Chengran burst out laughing, and said gently, "Tell me what's the matter?"

"Can you quietly help me persuade him to have a few drinks?" Qi Lin lowered his voice and said, "It's not the kind of drink until you vomit! Just a little bit drunk! Don't need to be very drunk!"

It seemed too deliberate for him to do this by himself, but he didn't feel at ease looking for someone else.

Only Lao Fang is a trustworthy brother. He and himself have followed their parents to hang out at the drinking table and social occasions since childhood, and they know the importance of doing things.

Fang Chengran felt confident when he heard this, and let out a long sigh.

"You, what! I just want to ask him about something!" Qi Lin is usually mature and calm when dealing with other matters, but now he looks a bit like a kid: "Don't think about it!"

"No, no, what kind of wine does he like to drink? Whiskey? Tequila?" Fang Chengran said casually, "I'm good at this, don't worry."

"He drinks...I'll bring him an apple bar," Qi Lin said uncertainly, "or a bottle of Prosecco, the low-strength one."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.

"To be honest, I thought it was strange that you haven't been in a relationship yet." Fang Chengran said slowly, "This kid doesn't sound...he doesn't belong in our circle."

Young people from different families and classes have different exposure time and degrees to different things.

Like the children in the circle of directors and actors, even if they have not debuted on the red carpet, if they want to touch related industries in the future, they will basically be taken to social occasions early to establish familiar contacts.

Qi Lin had a lot of acquaintances in the theater from freshman to senior year. Although they don't even seem to be friends on weekdays, they may have been in a manor or a flat floor in the past few years. I've seen it several times.

Because of this, Qi Lin firmly believed that Jiang Jue was probably an illegitimate child.

In the entertainment industry, resources are closely related to personal connections, getting acquainted with high-level people is more effective than sleeping and drinking with them. People in this circle will be linked together on the same network, even if it is the opposing southern faction and northern faction—it is impossible for him to fail heard of him.

The moment the last one passed, almost everyone cheered, and even the sound of colorful cannons and firecrackers rang out.

"pass."

"It's done, it's done!"

"It's not easy to finish filming!"

People from the scene record and the props team ran over to help Jiang Jue up from the pool, and wrapped him up with the big towel and soft blanket that Ji Ji had prepared earlier.

Wei Feng watched the playback on the screen again, and quickly walked towards Jiang Jue who was still drying his hair.

"Director Wei..." Jiang Jue was still trembling coldly, wrapped his blanket tightly and looked at him: "Is the filming really over?"

From the beginning of February until the end of April, three months seem like a dream.

"Let me tell you," Wei Feng was obviously too cold, clutching his coat and scarf and said, "I thought we would have to shoot for four or five months—you know, just those few old people in the group, At first I thought you would have to NG a few dozen to make sense!"

Hearing this, Jiang Jue looked at the few people who were still smoking on the set in the distance, and the latter smiled affirmatively and appreciatively.

"Really, it's great. Many people suggested that I use starlets when I was casting." Wei Feng repeatedly patted his back: "You don't know how good your shots are, wait for the special effects of the editing When it's done, I'll hire the cinema to invite the crew to watch it!"

Jiang Jue subconsciously raised a smile, and let his assistant brush his hair uneasy: "I didn't expect it to be so smooth."

"It's more than smooth! How much money you've saved us—one more day of delay will cost hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars," Wei Feng let out a long breath, relaxed from his full-on work before, and smoked Kou Yan said: "Although I'm a bit reluctant, I have to say that the early disbandment of such a large crew will allow me to sleep much more at night!"

The people next to him burst into laughter, and several people laughed and punched him a few times.

The time ended a few days earlier than planned by the crew.

There were four or five tables of people sitting at the celebration banquet, but Jiang Jue left early after taking a group photo.

He was not very gregarious from beginning to end. Even after being with them for three months, he was basically reticent in front of other people. He neither initiated topics nor participated in small talk in twos and threes.

In the crew, even if he is the leading actor, he usually only enters the set to film when the time comes, and returns to the hotel to silently speak or rest after work is over.

Wei Feng saw it, and quietly told the people below to stop chatting with him.

He likes this kind of quiet and simple temperament, which is rare in this noisy world.

Do what you want when you enter the play, and sit back to yourself when you are out of the play. The boundaries and distances are kept clear, which is a kind of seriousness in life.

If it were other young people, they might not know how to talk to the old actors in the group, but even if Jiang Jue didn't have that secret family background, he wouldn't deliberately smirk to cater to him - as an experienced director, he Quite appreciate this.

The dormitory was cleaned cleanly.

Before Jiang Jue went to the set, he had put all his bedding back in the closet in advance.

He left school for nearly four or five months, but Qi Lin wiped the bedposts and wardrobe clean, and the dormitory still smelled of his usual mint aroma.

The moment the door opened, Qi Lin was playing the guitar and composing music.

Jiang Jue listened to the intermittent chord sound, exchanged glances with him briefly and said hello to each other, then put away his luggage and began to make the bed, all in silence.

And Qi Lin was surrounded by the piano stand, the score and the stereo, with the keyboard in front of him, the guitar in his hand, and the headphone cable almost dragging to the ground.

It's as if no one has ever left here.

Throughout the afternoon, they never talked to express their miss, nor did they let go of what they were doing.

——After Jiang Jue came back, he had to start reading the script of "Dragon Blood Seal", not only to sort out the plot direction of the whole script, but also to prepare for the audition of the male lead.

Qi Lin has been soaking in the dormitory for several days.

The teacher gave enough time for big homework, and students can practice in groups freely. The teacher will sit in the classroom to answer questions at any time during class time, and a group of people rush to make an appointment in the practice room every day.

Qi Lin didn't have much time to take care of the sketch, and he just wanted to finish writing the song.

The matter of creating music can actually be used as a treasurer - just like a screenwriter.

In today's era, even the moisture of the paper is not praised, and the signature is one of the ways of gilding.

Film screenwriters often hire a team to help revise the script repeatedly. After the work is done, those who are the real main writers can be counted as assistant screenwriters or consultants, while those who have never written a pen can be revised dozens of times. The manuscript will be judged for the award.

And in a trend of creating idols, there are not many people who really have the ability to play, sing and create.

They can ask studios at home and abroad to help compose music and lyrics. As long as the money is in place, idols who haven't even finished high school can still be praised as 'creative geniuses'.

Qi Lin has been refusing to compromise on these matters, so he is extraordinarily busy.

By the time he finished changing the harmony melody of a piece of No. 20 times, it was already dark outside the window.

He stretched his waist and glanced casually to the side.

Jiang Jue was concentrating on writing his thesis under the desk lamp, and the script spread out next to him was marked in red and blue.

"Jiang Jue," he rubbed his eyes, and said wearily, "I even forgot that you're back—are you hungry?"

Jiang Jue pointed to the chicken breast and avocado salad on the table: "I brought you one."

"So you've been out?" Qi Lin picked up the salad casually, and then realized that he was already very hungry: "I have to work overtime at night... If the light from the computer affects your sleep, I will go back to the restaurant in a few days. Company, it's fine."

Jiang Jue twirled his pen and said slowly, "I don't know what time I can sleep tonight."

He has to finish the homework he owes and continue to read the script.

Although he hadn't seen him for just a week or two, Qi Lin still wanted to touch his face, but he finally smiled and lowered his head to concentrate on eating the salad.

Jiang Jue leaned back on the chair to watch him eat, and did not speak quietly.

There was always a sense of arrogance in him.

This kind of pride is secret and tenacious, not only because of the long-term stage performance experience from childhood to adulthood, but also the recognition and confidence in one's own ability.

Although he has never talked to anyone, he feels that the audition for "Dragon Blood Seal" should be under his control - and because of this, he is making preliminary preparations to play the male lead.

He felt that his mother should have a better view of him, at least she shouldn't treat herself like a child with a smile——

My lines, my scheduling, and my ability to control my body and expressions are unmatched by anyone else.

Whether the attendance rate is good or the playback is good, I have proved all this with my works and achievements.

Why... do you still think I can't act?

Am I not good enough?

-2-

He watched Qi Lin gnaw the apple quietly, but his heart was always lingering in subtle emotions because of this incident.

Unconvinced, eager to try, and a little excited.

"Qi Lin."

"Ok?"

Jiang Jue rubbed his eyes, trying to divert his attention: "Sometimes I wonder what it means to be exposed."

Qi Lin put down half an apple in his hand, and asked curiously, "Why do you suddenly think about these things?"

"When the movie was filmed and finished, the media came to interview me." Jiang Jue changed his posture to be more relaxed, and continued: "While they were talking about the movie, they were also constantly digging into my private life. My family, my past."

Some people keep leading the topic, trying to associate his resources with Qi Lin or Wei Feng with some ambiguous relationship, or ask a lot of questions that have nothing to do with the movie.

The more Jiang Absolutely learned about the Internet, the more he felt that he was walking into a huge and unknown world.

His past life was plain and simple. No matter how fascinated the audience in the drama theater was, they would just ask him to take a photo and sign after the end, and they might not remember his name in the end.

Obviously, what he heard about his mother from other people's comments in his childhood will reappear in him in the future.

Beginning to be exposed on the screen and the Internet means that private life and personal feelings are being chased and wanted to be exposed, which means that all trips and vacations will be exposed, which means that freedom will exist in name only.

When the mother was pregnant, she was overly speculated about the reason for her death. She was frightened and cried by the paparazzi who surrounded the house and took a sneak shot of the window in the middle of the night. In the end, she was secretly sent to the manor in the deep mountains by her father. Dare to come out again.

Qi Lin pulled the stool closer and gently held his hand.

The boy's voice was clear and gentle, with a sense of soothing comfort: "Are you afraid?"

Jiang Jue lowered his head, let him hold his hand, and said after a while, "I dare not tell my family."

"But I'm really afraid."

Qi Lin's expression changed a little, and he continued to ask tentatively, "Is it because you are afraid that you don't want to be an idol?"

Outstanding face and figure, recognizable voice, and the resources that SPF is willing to give... It's a pity not to be an idol.

"No," Jiang Jue shook his head and said, "What is related to Yue Yu is just something in the play."

"When it's out of the play, it's over."

"What I'm afraid of... probably is that after acting in a movie, I will live under the spotlight.

Even if he was only in the crew, he could feel that too many people were discussing why he could be the leading actor, or the intentional overtures and stereotypes of many old and new actors.

"You don't like crowds outside of work." Qi Lin squeezed his hand slightly, trying to convey the warmth of his palm to him: "I also felt this way when I was young."

Jiang Jue froze for a moment, then said in surprise, "You look very outgoing."

"When I was young, I didn't like to talk, I just liked to play the piano in the house," Qi Lin said with a smile: "Later, my dad took me out to meet uncles one after another, and I had to toast—at first, that feeling was really Awful."

Jiang Jue stood there in a daze, speechless for a while.

He originally thought that he was the only one who avoided social interaction, but he didn't expect Qi Lin to have the same side.

"In the past, actors, singers, comedians, and idols were separate professions," Qi Lin said seriously: "But now, the boundaries are becoming more and more blurred, and there are more and more responsibilities to bear."

"Did you... come here alone?"

"No, my family, teachers, and many others are encouraging me." Qi Lin slowed down his voice and looked into his eyes.

"Exposure does make you shadowless."

"But Jiang Jue, when we embrace something, we must turn our backs to something."

"If you think it's worth it, then it's worth it."

Jiang Jue's expression was slightly astonished.

The boy in front of him is a pure and happy young idol in the eyes of outsiders, pure and clean like a unicorn.

During these years, Qi Lin probably turned his back on many things in order to hug.

Those abandoned things exist in the background, there is no way to recall and miss them, and they will eventually fade away behind the scenes.

Qi Lin let go of his hand, and pressed the black and white piano keys on the table casually: "Well, I will continue to rush work, and you should work hard too."

Jiang Jue nodded, and said thank you very seriously.

The weather is finally starting to warm up.

It had been snowing for so many days in succession that there was a thick pile of snow under the privet trees along the road, and there was a cold whizzing smell in the air.

At that time, large tracts of wisteria were planted in the theater, and after the peach blossoms and pear blossoms had bloomed one after another, they finally began to bloom.

The students gradually came out of the heated houses, chanting lines and scripts among the twigs and flowers.

The Department of Acting has had exams one after another since the beginning of school, and the measurement of body weight and body fat has never been absent, so much so that the cafeteria aunt has been asked so many times to put a little sauce on the salad as a symbol.

There are strict ability assessment tests in modern theaters. Generally, after the exams in the department, they will be transferred. Under the high-intensity training system, many new students memorize more lines and passages in one month than they have prepared for art exams in half a year.

I heard that there are three or four students in the screenwriting department and directing department who can't make it through, and directly apply to drop out of school to retake the third year of high school, planning to change careers and go to other studies.

Although there are not many students in the acting department, they are obviously gritting their teeth and persevering.

However, due to the consideration of mental health and adjustment, the school has relatively loose requirements and restrictions on class gatherings.

Several cadres in the class chose a luxurious and spacious villa in the suburbs. Not only can they play table games and billiards there, but there is also a small and small e-sports hall, which can accommodate ten people to sit together.

Jiang Jue didn't want to go at first, but he couldn't stand the cuteness and coquettishness of his friends in class, so he signed the safety notice and got on the bus with Qi Lin.

Qi Lin was obviously super excited too.

His last outing was still in elementary school. After entering junior high school, because of his early debut, almost [-]% of his studies were completed with private tutors in the company or during the trip.

Group activities were also new to him, and he packed a pack of snacks on purpose and found an even better snack cart in his car.

Jiang Jue sat by the window, listening to everyone booing and singing or reciting lines loudly together, smiling and not participating.

Qi Lin took out a small jar of marshmallows from his bag, and quietly stuffed it to him.

The latter's eyes lit up, and he took out a wet tissue to wipe his hands before he started eating.

"Lao Jiang has lost a lot of weight," the squad leader leaned on the backrest and looked around: "It's unreasonable for you to be so skinny after eating candy every day."

"Where is eating sugar every day..."

"No, I ate it all." Qi Lin took the microphone and said familiarly: "Shall I sing a song for you?"

Fang Chengran quietly rolled his eyes when he heard the burst of cheers.

Do you dare to protect food more clearly?

After the bus drove into the park, the pear grove and the small lake in the distance were quickly reflected by the window.

The big pear blossoms are as white as the first snow, shining slightly like silk.

One wave of the students rushed to the pear orchard to take a group photo, and another wave rushed to the villa to see the allocated rooms and beds. It was obvious that they had worked hard for too long, and finally found a chance to rush out to play.

At night, when the crowd gathered to play werewolf killing, the class leader tried every means to find all the students, like an old hen catching cubs, and found the students who were running around on the third and fourth floors one by one. He first explained the rules clearly, then cleared his throat and said: "Teacher Qin said that anyone who wins the werewolf game can get practice points, so I brought you all over to play together."

Eighteen pairs of eyes looked at him at the same time: "Really?!"

"That's right—a show!" Someone next to him noticed that there was a camera next to the monitor's seat: "It's still playing like this!"

Qi Lin had played twice at gatherings with friends, and he thought he was quite experienced, but when he looked at all the high-scoring students in the acting class present, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"There's no penalty for losing. Drinking half a glass is a meaning. You can choose what kind of wine—juice is not allowed." Wen Hang shook the glass and said: "The rules are set."

Qi Lin quickly gave Fang Chengran a look - "Can you play this game!" 』

Fang Chengran refilled his glass directly, with self-defeating and self-abandonment written all over his face.

-3-

In an 18-player game, there are six werewolves, six villagers, and six ability users.

The gameplay of the whole game is very simple, the werewolf kills all the other people, or the villagers jointly vote to execute all the werewolves, and the game ends.

However, when it comes to this kind of game theory situation, decision-making becomes quite troublesome.

Qi Lin tried to struggle at the beginning, holding the villager card and trying to find all kinds of suspicious characters. As a result, the bastards who usually laugh at each other now manage their expressions better than the other, and their skin is thicker than the city wall.

——and then he was thrown out first.

The people said that the game can be lost but Qi Shen should be "complimented", and they voted him out together.

As the first person to die, Qi Lin saw all the werewolves on the second night——

Jiang Jue held the wolf card with a calm and composed expression.

After the first game, four of the six werewolves survived, but the villagers killed each other quite bloodily. Even during the debate and slamming, there were two performance theories, and they often said, "I took Stanislav." I swear on my head' or 'Brecht above'.

The classmates mainly played this game for fun, and it was inevitable that some people would paddle against each other. Qi Lin watched the villagers kill each other like a melon-eating crowd, and occasionally thought of taking a look at Jiang Jue.

He was really—too non-existent.

No one tried to suspect him, or even interact with him.

The faces of several confident idiots blushed at this moment, and the werewolves were all hiding in the dark to fan the flames.

"Okay, the werewolf won, next round."

The second squad leader took the seat, and the study committee member came out to be the god. Qi Lin was very happy when he found out that he had won the wolf card.

At the moment when all the werewolves opened their eyes, he didn't see Jiang Jue.

The man's intuition told him that killing Jiang Jue first would be more suitable for playing, but selfishness made him choose Fang Chengran who was sitting next to Jiang Jue.

As a result, the next night, he was poisoned to death by a witch.

After the round was over and the moment the identity was revealed, everyone realized that Jiang Jue was the witch who was blind and poisonous with precision.

"You—how did you do it?" Fang Chengran was stunned: "Do you know that Qi Lin is a wolf?"

Jiang Jue was obviously at a loss: "Look at the expression."

"The look on his face said—I am a wolf."

Others said that Qi Lin didn't believe it, but Jiang Jue believed it.

I really can't play anymore, okay?

After playing the third game and the fourth game, everyone started chatting while drinking, even if he was as smart as Jiang Jue, he would be unanimously voted out by his stupid teammates. No matter how he explained it, some people shook their heads in disbelief.

Before Fang Chengran could speak, Jiang Jue obediently drank two glasses, and finally his face was flushed, and his speech was a little slurred.

This is the first time Qi Lin has heard Jiang never speak in such a straight-forward manner—Old cadre Jiang usually says what he says like the heroine of a radio drama reading his lines online, but now he draws the end softly, which is really cute.

When everyone was laughing and going to sing KTV, Qi Lin leaned over to help him, and found that even his steps were a little sloppy.

Fang Cheng, who was secretly eating melons next to him, had a look of incredulity: "He drank the fruit wine with the lowest alcohol content, okay? It shouldn't be."

Qi Lin brought him back into the room, his mind was full of those words before.

"I get drunk when I drink too much."

Such a well-behaved, quiet and disciplined student...do you really know what it means to be drunk and crazy?

Jiang Jue was surprisingly docile, he didn't move around or mess around, he just sat obediently when he was led to the bed, and didn't move for 5 minutes.

Qi Lin felt that he was a little confused, so he went to the bathroom to get a hot towel to help him wipe his face, carefully observing his reaction.

"Jiang Jue—are you okay?"

"Did you really drink too much?"

Jiang Jue nodded, then shook his head again.

Qi Lin couldn't help pinching his slightly hot face, poured him another glass of warm water, and watched him drink it like a good baby.

... What kind of drunken madness is this?

Qi Lin couldn't help laughing, sitting beside him, wanted to say something, but didn't know how to start.

He has probably liked him for a long time.

I don't know when it started.

Qi Lin didn't feel that now was a good time to fall in love, and he wasn't eager to tell him something right away.

The feeling of being in love is both painful and extraordinarily pleasant.

Every day when I see him, or sit beside him and play the music, I feel satisfied and happy.

This feeling is like the spring rain in April, moistening things silently and delicately.

"Hey, Jiang Jue," he thought for a while and said, "Do you have someone you like?"

"What do I... like?" Those misty eyes couldn't focus for a while: "I..."

Qi Lin pricked up his ears, not sure how drunk he was.

"Ilovehim." Jiang Jue murmured.

Wait—why the sudden language change?

Before Qi Lin could react, the boy supported the edge of the bed with both hands, looked up and began to sing excerpts from "Les Miserables".

I love him

I love him

But when the night is over

But when the night creeps away

Heisgone

he also left

Jiang Jue's voice became clearer and cleaner, and the tail rose slightly when he was drunk.

The aria was performed in a mellow and moving way, even the treble was accurate.

He was sitting on the edge of the soft bed, but it seemed that he was sitting in the middle of the stage, even the angle was facing the light source.

Now wejourneyon

Now we walk hand in hand

Through the night.

Through this lonely night

How was it known at last——

I just realized—

Qi Lin didn't know which passage he was singing, and sitting next to him suddenly had a strange feeling of buying a VVVIP seat.

No matter how big the money is, there is no such treatment as relying on the leading actor to listen to his singing.

The aroma of apple sparkling wine overflowed with the singing, and the fresh and sweet fragrance wafted in the air.

Jiang Jue couldn't keep up his breath halfway through singing, and suddenly cleared his throat again.

He stumbled to his feet, his eyes still hazy, but he rolled forward directly along the cashmere carpet, got up and circled around the coffee table and stool like in a drama, and said loudly: "There is no legend." , This feeble death without a backer, I cherish, this eternal tranquility."

"Death comes, take me out of the valley, all burdens, out of me—"

He recited the poems in "Hyperion" intermittently, even though drunkenness had made his breath so disordered that he would pause for a while while speaking, but his back was still straight and his continuous movements were never broken.

Qi Lin looked at him in bewilderment as he recited poems like the program was garbled.

The things in Juejue's mind... are all messes.

Before he got up to support him, in case he accidentally bumped into the clothes hanger or the corner next to him, Jiang Jue walked straight towards him, raised his hand and raised his chin.

His fingertips were warm and soft, and even the ink eyes were refocused on his eyes.

Qi Lin was startled by his gaze, wondering if he was being molested.

"Fortunately, the dark night covered me with a heavy veil, otherwise you would have seen the shameful blush on my face because of the words I just heard from you."

Jiang Jue stared into his eyes, and his voice was as gentle as a whisper of sympathy.

He touched his face with his fingers, sighed and said, "Gentle Romeo, if you really love me, please tell me sincerely..."

"If you think it's too easy for me to give in, I'll put on an angry face and put on a stubborn look to refuse your kindness, so that you can tactfully intercede with me, otherwise I won't refuse you no matter what. "

Qi Lin listened to his standard stage accent, thinking that it was amazing to change the channel from science fiction to Shakespeare.

This episode is "Romeo and Juliet," and I've seen it.

"You're drunk." He got up and led Jiang Jue back to the bed, thinking that the bottle of sparkling wine was the lowest alcohol he had found, and then tried to let go to get a new hot towel: "Change and sleep for a while." , I'll be fine when I wake up tomorrow."

"Sitting in the mountains, I became a bird again." Jiang Jue held him and refused to let go, his eyes were affectionate, but he didn't realize what he was talking about: "The deep bowl... the sky cuts off the sun, Feed the fog."

"Hundreds of millions of summers have burned through, and there is not a single cicada's song that I can say."

"Hey, do you have any more ice?" Fang Chengran opened the door casually and came in. He immediately saw Jiang Jue sitting on the bed and holding Qi Lin's hand: "Oh, I'm sorry I forgot to knock on the door. You guys continue."

"Hey, wait!" Qi Lin said loudly: "Old Fang, don't go, he really drank too much! Help me hold him up!"

"Don't tease me," Fang Chengran poked his head in for another look in the spirit of eating melons, and found that Jiang Jue's expression was rarely in a daze.

Although he hadn't had much contact with this classmate, he knew exactly what kind of cold temper he had.

"...Did you really drink too much?" He turned his hand and closed the door, helping Qi Lin to support him, and took a sniff by the way: "He smells so sweet, is he drinking cider?"

"Don't smell him!" Qi Lin shouted with a hot towel in both hands: "Help him up for me, I'll wipe his face and put him on the bed for a while!"

"He has already fallen asleep with me in his arms." Fang Chengran raised his hands as if surrendering and said, "Brother Qi, I really didn't take the initiative. He hung himself on me and fell asleep."

"You!" Qi Lin rushed over with a hot towel in his mouth and hugged Jiang Jue into his arms: "Go, go, go, don't you want to cheat, don't stay here with me."

Fang Chengran smiled and looked at Jiang Jue who had fallen asleep, "He's so cute."

"Fang—Cheng—"

"Slip away, really go."

When Jiang Jue woke up again, the room was quiet.

He was changed into pajamas, and there was still a faint smell of wine on his body.

Qi Lin slept on another bed next to him, with only half of his head exposed under the quilt.

Everyone played until midnight, only the two of them fell asleep early.

Jiang Jue fumbled and sat up, thinking about what he had done last night, and casually glanced at the pajamas that were all buttoned up.

No wonder I couldn't breathe when I fell asleep. It was really because I drank too much that I buckled the button to my throat.

Qi Lin heard the rustling, and opened his eyes in a daze.

"Morning." Jiang Jue looked at him: "You look exhausted... How much did you drink last night?"

Qi Lin snorted and fell asleep under the blanket again.

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