The famous utensil of the superstar

Ye Cheng and Han Zhao hadn't been in touch since the phone call that day. Neither of them had changed their phone numbers, but neither of them had called each other on their own initiative. It seemed that this had never happened before in life. People, all the past is just a dream, and it is all in vain when you open your eyes.

The people who used to get along day and night suddenly withdraw from their lives, and some habits have been ingrained in the bone marrow, and they can't be changed for a while. At this time, Ye Cheng always feels empty in his heart. He opened the door and subconsciously said, "Old Zhao, your mouth is so dry, do you have any sugar water?"

The only answer to him was a deserted room. Standing at the door of the dark house, he curled his lips, paused for a while before sneering, stepped into the door, and slammed the door loudly, as if this was the only way to wake himself up. Stop kidding yourself.

Ye Cheng, be sober as hell, don't think that being nice to you is narcissistic and think this is love, shamelessly sticking to it, and finally falling down in disgrace, don't feel ashamed and panic!

People don't like you at all, maybe they are more interested in your PG than you, why are you still doing here?

Ye Cheng slapped himself in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and plunged into the steaming hot water. The water from the shower poured over his head and face. He told himself: Throw away a tree with a crooked neck, and embrace the whole forest. Forest, isn't it lovelorn? I don't care.

After he finished speaking, he picked up a bottle of shampoo and squeezed it on his head. The familiar smell came out from all directions, and he froze for a moment, feeling dazed.

This is Zhao Han's usual brand. In the past, he liked to go up to him to smell the smell on his head, and by the way, hug him from behind and wipe some oil secretly. At that time, Zhao Han always smiled helplessly and said, "You don't Do you also use this to wash, it smells the same?"

Ye Cheng chuckled, his eyes sparkled, "Is it really the same? Then I'll smell it again."

As he said that, he rushed forward with a smile, Zhao Han's eyes flickered, and a difficult and forbearing expression flashed across his face. After a while, he couldn't help but raised his hand and pinched his nose, "You, why are you talking to me?" Like the golden retriever next door."

The past is like a knife, exceptionally sharp.

The beer-colored shampoo dripped down from his hair, hurting Ye Cheng's eyes, he suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly washed it with water, but when he looked up, he saw himself in the mirror showing an expression uglier than crying.

He turned his head in embarrassment, not wanting to see his embarrassment. After a while, he randomly pulled a towel to cover his head, and when he opened the bathroom door, he cursed "grass" fiercely.

The days are not so salty, the scorching summer has finally come to an end, and in September, autumn is here.

The two have been separated for two full months without any contact, just like thousands of strangers in this world who are in a hurry and have no intersection. He was so busy every day, and high-intensity physical labor took up all his time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and didn't have to think about how to pass the free time that makes people think about it.

However, there is one thing he can't hide even if he wants to, because "Overlooking Stockholm" has finally officially started.

In a desolate and remote mountain depression, there is an orange bonfire piled up at the door of a small wooden house. The twilight is sinking, and the burning clouds in the sky seem to ignite the whole sky. Although it indicates that the night is coming soon, but this The momentary scenery is breathtakingly beautiful.

At this moment, a large group of crows suddenly flew up in panic in the quiet mountain.

The crow reported the funeral but not the good news, as if predicting that something bad was about to happen.

In the cabin, Zeyu gave Jing Fan a hard push, "Go away! They are coming soon, as long as they see that I am safe, other things can be discussed."

The man didn't waver, he stood there without moving, his handsome face with sharp edges and corners showed a faint smile, "Safe? Since you think it's safe to be with me, why are you still helping me now?" escape?"

Embarrassment flashed across Zeyu's face, he took a deep breath and pushed the man to the back window again, "Don't talk nonsense with me, just go away! Aren't you very capable, then live well, and next time you will have to take care of yourself Come find me at the end!"

The man still didn't move, holding his hand stubbornly with one hand, telling him with actions that he would not leave him a step, the sunset outside the window poured into the house, like golden light.

Just when the two were arguing, a series of screeching brakes came from outside, and a voice came from outside the house, "People inside, you are surrounded, now put down your weapons and hand over Zeyu!"

More and more cars rushed over, and the small wooden house with less than ten square meters was a turtle in the urn, and the people inside were already unable to fly.

Seeing that the people inside did not move at all, the people outside had already moved, and the glass window was shattered with a "bang", and the strict team outside and the dark QIANG entrance could be vaguely seen from the reflection of the glass shards.

Zeyu firmly grasped Jing Fan's hand, his face was pale, "Listen to me, let me out, I will tell them that you didn't tie me up, what the person said is absolute testimony, I won't let you - oh! "

His mouth was tightly covered with one hand, and then a strong arm hugged him tightly from behind, and the man whispered, "Shh...don't talk."

Zeyu struggled hard, but the man tightened his arms, and then Zeyu felt wet on his shoulders, he wanted to see the expression on the man's face in shock, but the man covered his mouth and eyes, and he smiled after a long time "I said long ago that I won't let you leave my side unless I die or...you die."

"So... now I have only two choices, either let you go or kill you."

The man's breathing became more and more rapid, and he choked up when he spoke again, "But I don't want to let go, even if I die."

The palms covering Zeyu's eyes were wet. At this moment, Jing Fan suddenly pushed him to the opposite wall without any warning, ignoring the hail of bullets that had already been fired outside, and lowered his head at his trembling lips...

At this moment, he suddenly tilted his head, coughed a few times, and said awkwardly, "Sorry... Director, please do it again."

One sentence drew back everyone's attention, and the audience was silent for a while, only the director's angrily throwing the script was heard, "Ye Cheng, this is the first time you have NG! You used to shoot so many mouth scenes , What's the matter with the constipated expression now!"

Ye Cheng, an actor of this level, has already mastered his acting skills. No director has ever dared to point his nose and scold him like this, but he has always been good-tempered. Get angry, it's the first time you kiss a man, why don't you make me shy?"

As he said that, he covered half of his face in a pretentious manner, watching the big man over 1.8 meters pretending to be shy and playing tricks, which immediately burst into laughter from all the audience, even the director was suddenly amused by him, "Two eyes Shut up, isn't it meat-to-meat, you're ashamed!"

As he said that, a few female staff next to him interrupted with a smile, "Director, sexual orientation is something that people can't control, Ye Yingdi is not gay, of course there are obstacles in his heart when he kisses men, right Ye Cheng?"

The chirping words of the women made Ye Cheng's body stiff, and a smile appeared on his face calmly, and a few words were perfunctory, but he was smiling wryly in his heart.

If these people know that he is also a homosexual in their mouths, the inability to kiss others is not because of sexual orientation, but because once a person lives in their hearts, they will no longer be able to accept anyone's touch.

He clearly knew that this was just a job and that personal feelings should not be involved, but he couldn't control his heart. Every time at the end of the filming, when he lowered his head to kiss the slender and handsome actor, his head I couldn't help but see Zhao Han's face.

Obviously that face is hard and compelling, and it is quite different from the actor in front of him, but the touch of skin and flesh is too deep, even if he closes his eyes, he can't forget every detail of embracing Zhao Han that night.

In the past, he also took the initiative to touch his lips like this, and confessed his heart to him, but the result was that they parted ways without a happy ending. Zhao Han's sentence "I never regarded you as that kind of relationship" was like a blunt knife, Every time he bowed his head, his eardrums would be cut, making him so uncomfortable that he had to stop again and again, and forcefully hollow out this person from his head.

The director probably saw that his face was too ugly, so he didn't insist on shooting again this time, but clapped his hands and said, "Forget it, let's stop here in the afternoon, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I won't bother you to work overtime together. Get the hell out of here for the holidays, come back and work hard tomorrow!"

Once the order was given, the whole audience cheered. When the family members heard the words, they had already returned home, quickly packed up their things and ran home. The rest of the lonely family members were not in a hurry to go back, and the gangsters wanted to go out for dinner together. .

At this moment, an actor put his arms around Ye Cheng's neck and said, "Ye Yingdi, you come with us, there are so many NGs today, there must be a penalty for drinking!"

"That's right, watch the moon and drink tonight, if I don't put you down, Ye Cheng, I'll go eat Xiang!"

Ye Cheng's mood improved a lot, and he burst out laughing. A female staff member next to him had cooperated with him many times, and now she smiled and said, "Please save yourself, Ye Cheng used to come back every Mid-Autumn Festival. The United States is reuniting with family members, how can I have time to drink flower wine with you guys? Right, Ye Cheng?"

Ye Cheng was taken aback. This year he told his family that he couldn’t go back because of his work. At that time, he and Zhao Han had already made an appointment to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root that couldn’t be bought every day at the store on the East Street, but now... …

"It's already past four o'clock in the afternoon. If I really fly to the other side of the ocean, the Mid-Autumn Festival will have to be passed on the plane. Why don't I go to drink with my brothers, let's go, whoever doesn't go to grandson today!"

Responding to every call, Ye Cheng and the whole crew were in a turmoil, and walked out of the studio with their shoulders and backs hooked.

At this moment, a courier hurried in with the big box, "Excuse me, is Mr. Ye Chengye here?"

Ye Cheng paused, turned around, a little confused about what was going on, "Hello, I am, may I ask you..."

The courier opened his eyes wide when he saw him. He didn't expect to see a star. After a while, he came back to his senses and quickly handed him the box. "Someone asked us to give you this item. Please sign for it." .”

The box packaging is sea blue, and there is a Doraemon sticker on the lower right corner.

Everyone on the earth knows that Ye Yingdi likes black, but they don't know that he deliberately said so to the outside world in order to show his low-key, gorgeous and tasteful masculinity, so no one can guess that Ye Yingdi actually likes the mother's sea blue behind his back color and Doraemon.

Surrounded by a circle of spectators, several of them couldn't hold back their laughter, "Which girl is so funny that she actually gave you such...cute things? Hahaha..."

Ye Cheng's eyes flickered, his fingers tightened unconsciously, everyone was laughing, but his heart was beating fast.

Other than Zhao Han, he couldn't think of anyone who knew his bad taste, because he didn't have the nerve to tell it even in front of his parents.

But... could it really be him?How can this be……

Surprise, doubt, surprise and trembling... flashed across his face one by one, and finally returned to calm.It couldn't be Zhao Han. How could he look back at himself who was standing there when he walked so gracefully at the beginning?

With a plan in mind, his heart sank. Amidst the booing of everyone, he opened the box.

The people around guessed everything, some said it was a rose, some said it was a plush toy, and some said it was a cream pastry made by a girl...

But there was only a stainless steel lunch box quietly placed in the box. When I opened it, there were several neatly cut sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root placed side by side.The orange-yellow sweet-scented osmanthus is sandwiched in the transparent and viscous honey juice, which is evenly poured on the lotus root, as if it has been coated with a layer of water, making the white glutinous rice filled in the holes extraordinarily soft and attractive.

The refreshing sweet fragrance wafted out, making everyone around hungry. They didn't find any romantic gifts, and they were all lacking in interest at the moment, yelling to go to dinner together.

Ye Cheng stood on the spot, the broken hair hanging on his forehead covered his downcast eyes and his suddenly constricted pupils.It was as if a bomb had been thrown into his body, and it was completely detonated the moment the box was opened, shattering his limbs and bones, making his heart stop beating suddenly, and his mind went blank.

The sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root on East Street attracts a large number of diners every day because of its complicated production and delicious taste, but the store makes a small pot every day, and it is sold out almost as soon as it opens. Due to the unstable working hours, he never had a second meal, so he talked to Zhao Han many times, saying that he must grab the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Now a large box of sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root is neatly placed in front of him, this is Zhao Han's promise to him at the beginning, and now he has fulfilled it.

Ye Cheng stood motionless on the spot, even his fingers trembled a little.

He didn't dare to think too much, for fear that it would be nothing but joy in the end, but he couldn't figure out what Zhao Han meant. Since he left so simply at the beginning, what is it to send this thing now?

He didn't believe that when a person avoids another person like a snake, he still thinks about the original agreement, and even remembers all the preferences of the other person, but he doesn't understand, if Zhao Hanfan has feelings for him, why did he want to marry him in the first place? Just walk away.

Two extremely opposite thoughts were knotted in his head, making him unable to think at all. At this time, someone patted him on the shoulder, "Ye Cheng, what are you doing in a daze? If you don't leave, everyone is waiting for you."

Ye Cheng came back to his senses suddenly, his back was already covered with sweat.

At this time, he could no longer care about everyone's suspicious eyes, and a voice in his heart told him frantically that he couldn't let him go like this, he had to find Zhao Han and ask him clearly, even if he died, he would have to understand!

For some reason, Jing Fan's line echoed in his head, "I don't want to let go, even if I die."

When everyone came back to their senses, Ye Cheng had already run far away, and a few old men shouted from behind, "Hey, where are you going! Whoever agreed not to go to the grandson!"

It's a pity that the voice is still there, and the "grandson" has disappeared without a trace.

***

Seeing several people jumping around in place for a long time, and finally muttering about asking Ye Cheng to treat him to dinner next time, and then reluctantly left, Han Zhao walked out from the shadow of the tree.

At this time, there was no one in the studio, but he still stood there, looking at the direction Ye Cheng left, as if he was satisfied just staring at a figure that had disappeared long ago.

In fact, he didn't disappear without a trace like Ye Cheng thought, he was always by his side, keeping a distance that was neither far nor near and would not be noticed.

After leaving Ye Cheng's house, he didn't rush to find a job, and he didn't go back to the mental hospital foolishly, but he kept a regular schedule every day, punctual like going to work, watching Ye Cheng's eviction notice at eight o'clock in the morning, and seeing him at ten o'clock in the evening When he goes home to rest, if he catches up with filming, he will secretly watch it near the set, day after day, without a single day of interruption.

He also knew that his behavior was very perverted, no different from a peeping tom, but he couldn't control it. Missing it was like a drug addiction, and he was tormented by restlessness if he didn't touch it for a day.

In the past, he always felt that he had seen all kinds of situations in the world, and had tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships. There was no one in this world worthy of his concern, but when he met Ye Cheng, he finally tasted the feeling of caring.

You will laugh because of his happiness, feel anxious because of his depression, worry about his hard work, and be wary of his endless love... Even if you don't dare to expect extravagantly, you still hope to see him every day.

Han Zhao turned around and walked aimlessly on the street.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the streets and alleys are decorated with lanterns and streamers, filled with festive atmosphere, I hope people will live together for a long time, everyone is looking forward to going home early to reunite with their families on the night of the full moon, pedestrians pass by in a hurry, on the street There is a lot of traffic, and he has nowhere to go alone.

When he was young, he hated two festivals the most, one was the Spring Festival and the other was the Mid-Autumn Festival, but he was always alone on reunion days, so when he grew up, he still didn't have any expectations for the so-called "holidays".

Until one day, a fool asked him tentatively, "Hey, I've known you for so long, why have I never seen your family?"

He thought he was hiding it well, and Han Zhao didn't poke him. He shook his head and said, "They didn't recognize me a long time ago. I've always been alone."

The guy showed a sympathetic look at first, then he didn't know what to think about, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, he coughed a few times and pretended to be generous, "You are also to blame, so I will spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you this year, okay? "

Obviously he wanted to let others accompany him, but on the contrary, he thought that he was very good at hiding, and he was definitely an acting school.

Han Zhao smiled, feeling like a strange uncle coaxing children to play, so he frowned in embarrassment, "This..."

Ye Cheng's face tensed immediately, and he blinked his eyes nervously. Such a silly expression on such a handsome face could be described as "cute" in Han Zhao's eyes.

He couldn't hold back in the end and nodded, "Okay, let's celebrate the festival together, and I'll take you to eat sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root."

Ye Cheng smiled immediately, the two brothers embraced his shoulders, and Han Zhao could still remember the way his eyes were shining.

Since that day, the three words "Mid-Autumn Festival" seem to have taken on a new meaning. They are no longer dry Chinese characters. They are obviously just ordinary appointments, but Han Zhao remembers them in his heart and can't help counting down the days. In two lifetimes, this is the first time he has looked forward to a festival.

August [-]st, August [-]nd... August [-]th, August [-]th...

When he realized that tomorrow is the [-]th Mid-Autumn Festival, something happened, and before his head could react, his body had already controlled him to go around more than half of S City, and went to the East Street to find the sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root that Ye Chengxin had been thinking about for a long time. .

When he found out what he was doing, he was already standing in front of the small shop. In the early morning, there was no one on the road.

He also felt that he was crazy, otherwise he would not be able to do such a stupid thing, but his legs were like lead, and he couldn't move a single step, even if he knew in his heart that he would turn around and leave at this time, and no longer have any contact with Ye Cheng. It was the most correct, but when he thought of Ye Cheng's happy look, he compromised again.

Stubborn and crazy, he stood in the night wind all night. He was the first customer of the small shop. Regardless of the complaints from the "big dragon" behind him, he bought all the sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root in one go. Things can replace his speechless mouth, and use this roundabout way to tell Ye Cheng the love he can't express in his life.

Sometimes, he feels that he is no different from the pick-up girls sold on the roadside. When others take the initiative to strike up a conversation, he justly says that he is a woman from a good family and we have nothing to do with each other. He made a fuss for the first time, and when he was rejected, he was greeted all over the place, wishing that people would look back at him again.

Isn't this hypocritical?Han Zhao, you are so fucking disgusting.

The twilight is all together, the lights of thousands of houses are on, the sky is getting dark, and the coolness of autumn is also coming up.

As the night wind blew, Han Zhao sneezed and walked towards the rental house.

At this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly, he lowered his head as if feeling something, and Ye Cheng's name appeared on the screen.

After more than two months, this was the first time I saw this name on my mobile phone. For a while, Han Zhao felt as if he had been burned, and he didn't even have the courage to pick it up.

The phone kept ringing, stubbornly as if he would keep calling if he didn't answer.

Han Zhao pursed his lips tightly, unable to answer or say anything, he knew that once he heard Ye Cheng's voice, all his pretense and forbearance would fall apart immediately, so he couldn't help but keep him by his side, even if he was He knows that he is a liar, and he will never let him go if he hates him!

The call finally stopped, and Han Zhao was already sweating. He closed his eyes dejectedly, and threw the phone into his pocket casually.

With a "buzz", a text message flooded in.

[I know that you sent me the things, and I know that you will definitely see this text message. I want to see you tonight, and you won’t go back on your promise to celebrate the festival with me] Han Zhao tightly clutched the phone, and the veins on the back of his hand were also because of Because of too much force, they all jumped out. He exhausted all his strength to restrain his turbulent emotions, rubbed his painful brows, gritted his teeth and walked into the room, trying to look away from the screen.

In his last life, he endured it for nearly 30 years for revenge and to cure that damned genetic disease.

No one is more tolerant than him. Patience has almost become his instinct for a long time. In the orphanage, he can only live without crying if he endures the pain. Go on, in the hatred, only long-term endurance can be ruthless...

But at this moment, he found that compared with what he had endured in the past, tolerating not loving someone and not giving him any response was more painful than suffering from illness.

Strange diseases will only make people go to death, but longing can make life worse than death.

Looking at the phone that hadn't responded for a long time, Ye Cheng twitched his mouth. Isn't this the result he expected a long time ago? What's so great about it.

There are a lot of ingredients in the kitchen, which he bought specially when he came back. He wants to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with Zhao Han, just like the two agreed at the beginning. Since this guy is afraid of fire, let him cook. He knew that he was really shameless and shameless, and there was no such thing as an upside-down post, but he just didn't give up.

He wanted to try again for himself, even if it was the last time, if the result was still like this, he would give up and completely dig Zhao Han out of his heart, and never communicate with each other for the rest of his life.

The night was as thick as ink, and the bright full moon was in the sky. He didn't want to spend such a reunion day alone.

But the phone still didn't respond. More than two hours had passed. If he really wanted to, he would come here even if he wanted to. Even if he really hated himself to the point that he didn't want to talk, how much time would it take to send a text message?

Ye Cheng found more and more that he really didn't understand Zhao Han. When he had already given up, it was he who tried his best to give him a gift, and it was he who gave him thoughts. Now he doesn't want to because of this. The face was pasted, why did this person become as cold as ice again?

Hit him with a stick and give him a sweet date, is it interesting to play with him like this?

Ye Cheng took a deep breath, and walked around the living room like a trapped animal. The most important reason why he can get to where he is today in the entertainment industry is because he will never give up no matter how hard or tired he is, just like a donkey , Even if you hit the south wall, you won't turn back until your head is bloody.

When he took out his phone again, he laughed at himself for a long time, Ye Cheng, Ye Cheng, you are so cheap.

"Buzz" the phone rang again, and another text message came in.

[I've enslaved you for so long, this time I'll cook for you, just treat it as a breakup meal, you owe me an explanation, no matter what you mean, I'll wait until you come] For a moment, Han Zhao felt that his Heart doesn't beat anymore.

Ye Cheng was like an earthquake, which struck suddenly without any warning, and almost shattered his internal organs. When he tried to escape, the aftershocks struck again and again, until he finally built himself up. The wall of his heart was completely destroyed.

If ignoring the first text message had exhausted all his strength, then the second text message would make him unable to bear it anymore.

Fuck cheating, f**k not worthy, f**k real identity... He loves Ye Cheng, he has endured it for two lifetimes, he has had enough!

The thoughts that had accumulated for too long drowned him like a flood. Han Zhao put out the cigarette butt, and walked into the night without looking back.