The famous utensil of the superstar

The overwhelming fire hit, the thick smoke scattered, and the explosive sparks continued to fall from the beams of the house, and the whole earth seemed to be shaking.

It was dark in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly. The harsh alarm bells sounded one after another. He pushed his hand away, and the elevator door closed with a "bang", and he heard him call out his name aloud.

This is the first time in this life, there is no one else in his eyes, only himself, he laughed silently, and the tears seemed to fall from the laughter.

The surrounding temperature was getting higher and higher, and he had no time to take care of it. He dragged his injured body and walked step by step into the depths of the sea of ​​fire. The sound of the explosion was getting closer and closer. He lay on the already hot floor, and slowly closed his eyes.

That's it, it's not bad to just clean up like this.

The fire swept in, he felt the burning pain of his skin, the flesh and blood all over his body roared in pain, and even he could smell the burning smell of his body.

He thought that he was already prepared to die. From the day he learned of his life experience and set foot on the road of no return, he never thought about living.In the dead of night before, when the old illness relapsed, he often asked himself, why do people live so recklessly when they know that they will die sooner or later?

It is probably because there is too much love for life, family, lover, friends...the colorful world of flowers and flowers is so attractive, people know that they are struggling and they have to live desperately.

But he didn't have any of these, he came alone like this, and he would go away alone, but when his life really came to the last moment, fear still surged in his mind.

Obviously he chose to die, but at the critical moment, he retreated ridiculously. This kind of mentality made him feel that he was a joke.

"You're a fucking coward!"

He laughed in the fire, one arm was already burned, he forced himself to remain motionless in the severe pain, even if he died, he would die like a man.

The fire raged and devoured him completely. The heart-piercing pain made him wish to die immediately, but his consciousness was damn clear. At this time, a fireball fell from the roof, and he watched helplessly. Fried to pieces...

"!"

The tearing pain flooded the sky and covered the sky, and the next moment he suddenly opened his eyes.

It was pitch black all around, and there were milky white curtains hanging on the windows. At this time, the night wind was blowing rustling noises, and the room was extremely quiet. There were cool ocean patterns on the light blue walls, and it seemed to calm down in an instant. The sting of the sea of ​​flames just now.

It turned out to be a dream again...

He wiped his face, lifted the quilt and walked to the window, the clear night breeze blowing against his face evaporated the sweat from his body.

A completely unfamiliar face was printed on the transparent glass window. Obviously, a year had passed, and he had fully adapted to this new identity, but when he dreamed back at midnight, he still couldn't tell who he was.

There is probably nothing more absurd and ridiculous in this world.

He was soberly aware that he was engulfed by raging fire in that explosion, and even the smell of burnt flesh was still deeply engraved in his mind, but when he opened his eyes again, he did not go to hell, Instead, he was lying in a snow-white ward, surrounded by vigilant and vigilant doctors and nurses, who were holding restraint belts, ready to tie him into a twist anytime and anywhere.

Inexplicably, he became a severe mental patient. He had no family and no place to go, so he could only stay in the hospital to recuperate. It is said that when this guy went crazy, he bit the entire staff of the mental hospital. He had to be locked up in the top ward for several years until he woke up from this body.

He didn't expect to survive at all, but fate played a huge joke on him.

When he wanted to live, he suffered from a strange disease, and was tortured so much that life would be worse than death. When he wanted to end his life to atone for his sins, he changed his identity and survived again.But he would rather be buried in the sea of ​​fire than live like this, at least that way he can still die well, instead of living like a lunatic like now, being a lunatic that everyone fears.

So from the day he woke up, even if he was not crazy at all, he never left the mental hospital.

Because of such a huge world, he didn't know where else he could go other than being a lunatic here.

The bombing did not attract much attention, and it was forgotten after a few splashes. City S was still full of traffic. Of course, many things happened during this period. For example, Luo Qiubai finally got his dream Taurus film emperor, for example... The fact that he married Qi Feng was widely known.

That day, he slipped out of the hospital without anyone noticing and went to the square.

Flowers, applause, cheers... The wedding scene was crowded with people.

Luo Qiubai was in the center of the square, the most dazzling position, smiling and knelt down and took out a ring to Qi Feng, under the thousands of lights, the whole square was boiling with excitement.

At this time, tens of thousands of fireworks bloomed, and he stood among the crowd, watching from afar.

The bell rang, and the two newcomers kissed each other. He took a deep breath, and for the first time in his life, his nasal cavity was a little sore. The past, the past, the love and hatred, all paid in the years, looking back at this moment, it seems that everything is so long ago, as if in the previous life thing.

"...I wish you all a happy life together."

He smiled lightly, and his voice was drowned out by thousands of cheers. At that time, no one noticed that a person had come to the square, and then he left quietly without disturbing anyone.

Thinking of this, he suddenly came back to his senses, couldn't help but smiled wryly, and shook his head.

It's been so long, what is he thinking about now?

At this time, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by two "dong dong" knocks on the door, "Zhao Han, have you slept, come out and see how my fitness results are today."

A hearty and energetic voice came, and even if you haven't seen the face, you can already imagine the big smile.

The man didn't hold back, he sneered, he could already imagine the energetic look of the guy outside the door, couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and responded, "You don't know that mental illness is easily disturbed when you are resting. ?"

One sentence choked the person outside the door, he raised his eyebrows, got up and opened the door, and the man's handsome sweaty face immediately showed a smile, "Hey, old Zhao, are you awake?" What are you doing with me?"

"I was woken up by you." He retorted subconsciously, and when he realized it, his figure paused slightly, and then a wry smile appeared in his heart.

It turned out that he had subconsciously regarded himself as Zhao Han, and almost forgot that he used to have a name called Han Zhao.

*****

This is a three-bedroom apartment, spacious and bright. It is located in a very expensive area of ​​S City, and it is also the home of Ye Yingdi.

Ye Cheng prefers blue. He spends a lot of money to decorate the room to look like an underwater world. Blue wallpaper, blue vases, blue furniture... In short, everything is as fresh and refreshing as the sea, but he himself has nothing to do with it. "Hai Hai"'s calm and introverted temperament is like a tigger, jumping around every day, with a hippie smile and no seriousness.

The above is Han Zhao's most intuitive first impression of Ye Cheng. Even though he has lived here for nearly a month, he still doesn't understand what this guy has in his head.

Before he "died", it wasn't that he hadn't heard of Ye Cheng's name, or because of Luo Qiubai, he also had a certain understanding of Ye Cheng, knew that his acting skills were good, and he was very good in the movie circle , many of his fellow directors like to work with him. According to other people's description, Ye Cheng should be a personable and cynical yuppie image.

But it wasn't until close contact with him that he realized that the so-called yuppies were all illusions, and the truth was the cunning and gossip.

Han Zhao swears that he has never seen such a noisy man. From the moment he opens his eyes in the morning, he can talk nonsense with you, tell some jokes that are not funny at all, and laugh first when no one else responds. He leaned back and forth, and always looked like "I know you very well", hooking his shoulders and saying, "Old Zhao, don't be so serious."

Han Zhao was really surprised when they first met in the mental hospital.

From the day he was reborn, he has made up his mind to give up the movies he loves, and he doesn't even want to have anything to do with the entertainment industry anymore. He doesn't care about those awards and fame. Things rot in the stomach.

But when he saw Ye Cheng coming to his door with the script he had written by himself, he was still tempted.

To be honest, Ye Cheng's appearance is still very consistent with the attack in the movie. He only needs to add some muscles and change his appearance, which is a good choice. "What should I do? I guess this guy won't come again next time.

Because of selfish motives, even if he could no longer participate in the filming of the film, he couldn't help but pay attention to every move of the entire crew, so when Ye Cheng suddenly proposed to pick him up, he suddenly thought of teasing him, and wanted to Know how much Ye Cheng will sacrifice for this movie.

Unexpectedly, he nodded and agreed without the slightest hesitation. He didn't even think about why he left the hospital for a "stranger", his only destination.

Then, the two people lived a "cohabitation" life inexplicably.

Probably because of being angry in the hospital, during the first few days when the two of them were under the same roof, Ye Cheng looked at Han Zhao with a calculating and listless expression every day, and every morning when he got up, he went to knock Han Zhao. At the door of the room, he said, "Old Zhao, you see, we are destined to be together, but this brother has to settle accounts clearly. I will bring you back. Shouldn't you show something?"

Han Zhao always got up early and asked him what he wanted to express.

Ye Cheng blinked immediately, and winked at the kitchen, "How about you taking care of three meals a day from now on? Don't worry, you don't have much work at all. Now that you are recovering from a serious illness, you can just exercise."

What he said was high-sounding, but actually he was laughing wickedly in his heart.

Hmph, crazy, I will let you be a Filipino maid for a few days first, kill your spirit, and let you see who is afraid of whom in today's world.

Lao Tzu's golden house hides not beauties, but you, a psychopath, already have great face, and now you live with me, I don't believe you dare to refuse with the cheek.

Ye Chengxiao is harmless to humans and animals, and his acting skills are as good as he has won the best actor, but he doesn't know that all his thoughts are written in those eyes.

Han Zhao looked interesting, and suddenly felt that watching this guy play tricks every day is also very interesting, "You are right, then we will make a deal, and I will cook the three meals in the future, so you don't want to interfere. "

After speaking, he got up and went to the kitchen directly, without any intention of fighting.

Ye Cheng was a little surprised, thinking why this psychopath was so easy to talk all of a sudden, and he felt a little flattered in his heart, feeling that he had finally gotten back some ground.

But in the next few days, he immediately regretted it, because Han Zhao did cook, but he could only cook raw food, but he couldn’t do anything that needed to be fried. Ye Cheng ate fruit salad with bread for three days in a row. I can't take it anymore.

"Hey, I said that you are deliberately perfunctory, can't you start a fire? Didn't I tell you that today I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs and spicy chicken, why is it still a salad!"

Han Zhao said lightly, "I'm afraid of fire."

"Huh?" Ye Cheng looked at him like he was looking at an alien, "If you're fooled, I should find some plausible reasons. You're a big man and you're afraid of fire?"

Han Zhao looked away, and those narrow eyes looked at Ye Cheng for a moment, "I became schizophrenic because I was frightened by the fire. If you want to eat cooked food, you can't do it, but you may have to face it." In the case of my illness, when the time comes, I will get excited with a kitchen knife. If I treat you as a rib, I will not even pay for my life. Mr. Ye, you can think about it, whether you want to eat ribs or become ribs .”

One sentence shocked Ye Cheng's back with a layer of white sweat, and the chopsticks in his hand trembled and dropped one, "You...fuck..."

Han Zhao looked at his suddenly widening starry eyes, couldn't hold back a burst of laughter, bent down and picked up the chopstick and put it aside, took out a new pair and stuffed it into Ye Cheng's hand.

"I lied to you, you also believe that."

The two people's skins were pressed together, and there was a very intimate feeling. Ye Cheng's hand was very warm, just like him, like a small stove.

Ye Cheng let out a long sigh of relief, and raised his hand to pinch Han Zhao's nose angrily, "Fuck, you're so ruthless, I'm so disgusted by you that I don't have any appetite for dinner tonight, you pay me!"

This action is really too intimate for gays. No one has ever done this to Han Zhao, whether it was him before or Zhao Han now.

His eyes dimmed, and he took Ye Cheng's hand away, but Ye Cheng really didn't have such a nerve, and he didn't know that his action had any deep meaning, so he continued to throw him with a napkin, and he was still pressed on Han Zhao's back. On his back, he raised his hand and strangled his neck, laughing as if he had taken advantage of it, "Apologize to me, or I will strangle you into a Tianjin marijuana flower!"

Han Zhao prides himself on being a person who doesn't display emotions, but at this moment he couldn't help but roll his eyes at someone with a thick nerve like a telegraph pole. He leaned back against the dining table.

With a "bang", Ye Cheng hit his head.

He hissed, smiled and patted Han Zhao a few times, "You guys are too ruthless, my head..."

At this moment, Han Zhao was pressing on him, and Ye Cheng's upper body was completely flattened. As soon as he raised his right hand, Han Zhao pressed it on top of his head. .

Ye Cheng raised his head, and suddenly met a pair of long, narrow and deep dark pupils, which were half-closed at the moment, and there seemed to be a soul that didn't belong to this ordinary body surging inside.

His heart skipped a beat without any warning, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and then he felt that his head must have been flooded, otherwise, why did he feel that this position is often used by the male protagonist to the female protagonist in many gossip romance dramas? ?

"Hey, old Zhao, I'll take care of your sickness, I won't come with you, don't push your nose on your face."

He opened his mouth loudly, looking like two good brothers, and tried his best to suppress the weird and painful associations in his heart.

Han Zhao originally just wanted to teach him a lesson, but now he suddenly saw him a little nervous and trying to hold himself together, and thought it was really funny.

He suddenly believed that there really is a kind of person in the world who is born to be liked, no matter how angry he is, he will lose his temper when he meets him.

The bad thoughts came up again, he raised his eyebrows and said, "It's been a long time since I practiced with someone, you want to eat pork ribs, right? Then I'll pick the one with the most meat for you."

As he spoke, it was like picking pork, and he touched Ye Cheng's ribs.

Ye Cheng's whole body was itchy, and when he touched him, he flung back and forth with a smile, "Fuck, you're enough! Hahaha...don't scratch, it's so itchy!"

He smiled, his eyebrows were flying, in terms of appearance, he can be regarded as top-notch, Luo Qiubai is definitely not as handsome as him, and the title of male god is not for nothing.

Han Zhao suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe, and he was very surprised why he was like this.

At this moment, Ye Cheng struggled, and Han Zhao's hand on his ribs deflected, just touching a certain position on his chest. Ye Cheng, who had been joking all the time, stopped laughing abruptly.

Just...just now...what happened?Why is it the same as overcurrent, cheating... cheating, right?

I must have read too many gay movie scripts!

Ye Cheng was shocked, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange. At this moment, Han Zhao suddenly pinched his stomach, and said disdainfully, "I thought you were quite muscular, but I didn't expect you to be skinny. Just you If you still want to act in that movie with this physique, let’s practice for three to five years first.”

As he said that, he withdrew his hand solemnly, and continued to sit back on the chair to eat salad, leaving behind Ye Cheng who couldn't recover for a long time.

Then he heard him say "Fuck", and ran back to the bedroom in a hurry, the door closed with a "bang", Han Zhao stopped what he was doing, and frowned.

He has gone too far in this matter, and he must keep a distance in the future, a work partner is a work partner.

***

After this incident, Ye Cheng didn't let Han Zhao become a "cook" every day.

And Han Zhao also felt that Ye Cheng should be a little enlightened on the things between men and men. In fact, the gap between straight and curved is not deep. Some things don't need to be said specifically, and you should be able to feel it.

At least this guy won't foolishly think that all men in the world have only brotherhood. Han Zhao is a little thankful, but soon he finds out that he really overestimated someone's rough nerves, or Someone is too reassured about his "schizophrenia".

On this day, Han Zhao went out to buy a few books, and the door was open when he came back.

He opened the door suspiciously and went in, only to find signs that someone had entered the room. Just when he thought it might be a thief, there was a heavy panting sound from the lounge not far away.

It was ten o'clock in the morning, Ye Cheng should have gone to the set at this time, it is impossible to come back at this time.

Han Zhao walked in slowly and vigilantly. When he reached the door, the door of the lounge was not closed. Through the crack of the door, he saw the people inside.

At this time, Ye Cheng was riding on the bicycle trainer, exercising while watching TV. His figure was slender and straight, with broad shoulders and narrow tun. His honey-colored skin was soaked with sweat, as if coated with a layer of beeswax. However, this guy had no consciousness at all. He is no longer alone in this room. At this time, he was only wearing a pair of tight-fitting black underwear, his upper body was bare, and a towel was wrapped around his neck. His short black hair was dripping with sweat, and beads of sweat rolled from the tip of his hair. drip on the chest.

Because he wanted to hold the handle, his upper body leaned forward, his raised back was completely pressed down, and P Gu, who was sitting on the cushion, pouted, outlining a deep and sunken waistline.As the two legs kicked up and down, the strong but not obtrusive muscles contracted, making them look extraordinarily slender and powerful.

Han Zhao thought that he had already turned into an out-and-out walking dead, but at this moment, his breath was suddenly suffocated, which was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long, long time.

He looked away, with no expression on his face, turned and left in silence.

Unexpectedly, just as he turned around, the cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly, and Han Zhao frowned.

At this time, Ye Cheng in the room leaned out half of his body when he heard the voice, "Old Zhao, you are back, I was looking for you, come in quickly."

Han Zhao took out his mobile phone, and the name displayed on the screen was Ye Cheng.

At this time, he had no choice but to push the door and walk in. As soon as he stepped in with one foot, a body that was steaming like a stove came up, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and said with a smile, " Where did you go, I finally came back early to look for you, and you still played with me and disappeared, in case you fell ill on the road and were arrested as crazy, I will not save you. "

His sweaty body smelled of fresh sunshine, and the sunlight outside the window just hit his face, outlining handsome lines and making his eyes shine brightly.

Han Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled away calmly, found a chair and sat down, "You're not filming on the set, what do you want me for?"

"Looking for your advice, you don't really think that I invited you back to raise you for free, do you? I also want to raise my sister."

Ye Cheng smiled heartily, rolled his eyes, opened the mineral water and took a few sips, and squeezed to Han Zhao's side with his whole body wet, "Hey, see if my arms are stronger than before, and my abdominal muscles, yes? Isn't it more aggressive?"

He just stretched his arms and legs under Han Zhao's nose like this, and he didn't forget to pout his back to show him his back line.

Han Zhao's Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help admitting that, like all ordinary men, he was an absolute visual animal.

Ye Cheng's figure is not a rough and exaggerated type, but a handsome young man when he puts on his clothes, but he is also strong and slender when he takes off his clothes. This kind of figure is the absolute zero in the gay circle. stand up?

What's more, even so, this is not a reason to show it casually. Is this guy full of shit in his head? How can he be so vigilant?

Han Zhao couldn't help but said in a deep voice, "You are exercising here so that I can see your muscles?"

"Yes." Ye Cheng nodded, not forgetting to fart, "I have formulated a strict physical training plan, and I must exercise my muscles before the filming starts. When I take off in front of the camera, I will definitely be fascinated. Thousand girls."

As he spoke, he put Han Zhao's hand on his stomach, blinked and said, "Touch it, does it feel better than when you touched it a few days ago?"

Ye Cheng said that the meaning of this sentence is very simple, and it is nothing more than saying that his abdominal muscles are more distinct than before, but these words are really fascinating, and Han Zhao's ears completely change the taste.

"I've already said that it's useless for you to exercise like this. Put on your clothes quickly, and don't waste your time and others' time." Han Zhao turned cold.

The weather was too hot, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise by several degrees. Han Zhao's heart beat strangely a few times, which made him feel the danger, so he got up and left.

His tone was too decisive, which ignited Ye Cheng's anger again.

This lunatic is definitely trying to make things difficult for him on purpose!He said he couldn't play schizophrenia, so he went all out to bring others home. He said he was in poor shape, so he worked hard and never complained. Why did this guy deny him again without even watching it?

"You bastard, tell me clearly, what is a waste of time."

Ye Cheng stood up abruptly, trying to block Han Zhao who was walking quickly, but he squatted for too long, his legs were numb, and he stood up suddenly, staggering violently, even though he was agile enough to Holding on to the arm of the chair next to him, his knee still slammed into the fitness machine.

With a sound of "bang", Ye Cheng immediately groaned in pain.

Han Zhao turned around when he heard the movement, and found that he was holding his knees and couldn't stand up. Immediately, he cursed inwardly and strode forward, and said eagerly and helplessly, "Where did you fall? Let me see."

Ye Cheng felt that he was ashamed and thrown to his grandma's house. An old man threw a shit in front of this crazy psychopath, and was knocked straight. How can he hold his head up in the future! ?

He hurriedly staggered to his feet, and waved his hands loudly, "I can't fall, I just looked down to see what brand this exercise machine is."

As he spoke, he seized the opportunity to grab Han Zhao's collar, "Don't change the subject, just explain it clearly to me, why can't I act like this?"

Seeing his stubbornness, Han Zhao didn't bother to talk nonsense to him, and looked down at his knees, "Are you sure you want to talk to me about this issue with blood on your face?"

Ye Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked down, he realized that his knee was really bleeding.The bright red blood left along the calf, which looked a little shocking.

Han Zhao pushed him on the chair beside him, took out iodine and cotton swabs from the drawer, squatted down, put his right leg on his own, and lowered his head to apply the medicine to him without saying a word.

"...I, I will do it myself." Ye Cheng was in a hurry, this posture made his head feel big.

Han Zhao still didn't speak, the iodine wine was pressed on the wound, and it hurt immediately, Ye Cheng took a breath of cool air with a "hiss", Han Zhao glanced at him, took the cotton swab and blew lightly on the wound .

"You...! What are you doing!" Ye Cheng was embarrassed, no matter how slow he was, he still felt that this action was too weird.

"When my mother was still alive when I was a child, when I was injured and cried out in pain, she would blow it to me like this, and the pain would disappear immediately after blowing on it."

Han Zhao raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, his narrow and sharp eyes showed a rare gentle warmth. When Ye Cheng met his gaze, his face immediately turned red, and his heart beat a little abnormally.

How could his heart beat faster because of a man, this... must be an illusion!