high intensity friendship

Yue Xiaochuan put on his pajamas and lay on his side on the newly changed sheets. He became paralyzed from the waist down and experienced the bitter taste of paraplegia.After a while, footsteps approached, and a tube of warm ointment hit her body.

As soon as Chu Tianchang lay down, Yue Xiaochuan dawdled over, wanting to be gentle, hugging and holding him high, but he was so scared that he retreated to the edge of the bed.

Chu Tianchang opened his hands in a gesture of refusal, "Yue Xiaochuan, I think it is necessary to emphasize it again."

"Huh?" The amber pupils gleamed with water, looking into the eyes of indifference.

"You and I are together, just to have fun, to be friends, to take what we need when necessary. I'm quite generous, and I won't treat you badly. Just tell me what you want, or send me the link."

Yue Xiaochuan listened quietly.

"But there is one thing, don't get tired of talking about whether you love it or not, and you will grow old together with your son, unswerving until death, and will not change in this life. Come to me, you are good, just seal it, you understand?"

"Didn't you say that, I understand."

"Love will only die, but friendship will last forever. Let me pass through your kidneys, not your heart."

Yue Xiaochuan showed embarrassment and hesitated to speak, but Chu Tianchang asked him to speak out.

"Then why don't you pee, Teacher Chu?"

"That's understandable."

Yue Xiaochuan moved a little further away from him, turned over, rolled the corner of the quilt into his arms and hugged him.Chu Tianchang's voice came from behind his shoulder: "What do your friends call you?"

"The ones who are closer, call me Chuan'er. Ordinary friends are called Xiaochuan."

"Then, Xiao Chuan, we are considered ordinary friends at present."

"Well," Yue Xiaochuan also threw the same type of question to Chu Tianchang, "What should I call you? Do you like me to be called Teacher Chu? Brother Tianchang? Brother Tian? Brother Chu?"

"Don't always be yours, you can do whatever you want under the bed," Chu Tianchang paused, "Mr. Chu on the bed."

"Damn, do you want to be so unfamiliar?" Yue Xiaochuan leaned up, "Aren't we friends? Why is it like a feudal society?"

"It's just a title, I like it. If you want, I can also call you Mr. Yue."

"Don't, it's like seeing a client." Yue Xiaochuan leaned against him, slapping his arms around his waist, "Is this considered crooked, Mr. Chu?"

"It doesn't count."

"Then sleep like this, good night, Mr. Chu." Yue Xiaochuan felt a little relieved and closed his eyes.

"Xiao Chuan... the sofa in the study room is a single bed when it is flattened."

Yue Xiaochuan raised his head suddenly, staring at Chu Tianchang's gentle and cold face.As soon as the sexy lips opened and closed, he was exiled like this.

"I'm not used to sleeping with other people, so go and sleep there. The big drawer under the bed is pulled out, and there is a set of bedding for you."

Yue Xiaochuan got out of bed silently, turned out the bedding, picked it up, and walked in small steps to the place of distribution: the study.

After laying the sofa bed flat, he lay on it, got into the quilt, bit his knuckles, and pressed back the liquid that had poured into his eye sockets.

He achieved the idealized result in a short period of time, and even lived with the person he liked.But...how could it be so sad.

He silently said in his heart: Yue Xiaochuan, this is your own choice.You want to curry favor with the upper class, you want opportunities, and you want to save rent, food, water, electricity, gas, and property.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the master bedroom.Hope ignited in Yue Xiaochuan's heart, he poked his head out from under the quilt, his ears pricked up like a rabbit.Was Chu Tianchang looking for him?It doesn't seem like a fickle thing.

The footsteps turned a corner and extended to the living room.Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the wine cabinet door opening and closing.Beautiful illusions, like colorful soap bubbles in the sun, are disillusioned with a "pop".

Chu Tianchang is not a warm man.He is like an undercooked sausage, fragrant on the outside and cold on the inside.

In the early morning, Yue Xiaochuan spent an extra 20 minutes in bed before he got up with a weak body and a strong will.

On the dining table, there was an extra bag of whole grain slices and milk at some point.It seems that Chu Tian grew up and went back to sleep again.

There was a meat grinder in his butt, Yue Xiaochuan ate breakfast standing up, and looked at the door of the master bedroom several times.Last night, Chu Tianchang turned off the engine midway, and only then did Yue Xiaochuan know that he probably had a slight ED (sexual dysfunction).This is not surprising, scientific research results show that obsessive-compulsive disorder and ed have a high degree of correlation.

Looking around the living room and kitchen, everything is in place and organized as far as the eye can see.Several pots of green plants on the balcony are arranged according to height; the pillows on the sofa are neat and uniform, maintaining the same gap like a military parade; the kitchen utensils hanging on the kitchen wall are arranged in order according to function and size.

Open the drawer where the tableware is placed, ah, it is distributed according to size and color.If he is not a director, he may become a domestic god.Such a well-organized person has the most irrational vice of drinking.

The subway car was packed with crowds, Yue Xiaochuan finally found an empty seat, but he dared not sit.After practicing martial arts for many years, it has always been an external injury, this time it is an internal injury.If I had known that Director Chu would tear off the fig leaf on the day of the move, he would not have arranged work today—he had a good chat with the director of a drama troupe on the Internet, and made an appointment for an interview today.

The office of the troupe was converted from a garage, as simple as a doomsday shelter.Cement walls and floors, if you insist on industrial style, it's okay.Yue Xiaochuan looked around and felt that this was quite suitable for making ghost movies.The head of the group was modest and polite, and kept asking him to "sit and sit." Yue Xiaochuan said, "I won't sit, I won't sit," but he was enthusiastically pressed on the cold and hard bench.

Ah Nima - the pituitary gland hurts!

Through the introduction of the group leader, Yue Xiaochuan learned that all the actors are part-timers, distributed in all walks of life, and gathered together because of common hobbies.Dramas and stage plays are not very popular, and every performance is empty. Most of the time, the actors pay the venue fee with money.

"As an actor, you're the first one. It's not easy. I'll add you to the group later. The next rehearsal is on Sunday. Come here if it's convenient for you."

"Yeah." Yue Xiaochuan quickly stood up to relieve the discomfort, left the bag behind him, and prepared to leave.

"Don't you know kung fu? Can you make two gestures?"

"Today...it's not very convenient, next time."

The head of the group sent him out of the rolling door, with an inquiring and kind smile on his face: "I don't mean anything, I don't have any prejudice, I just want to confirm... Are you a disabled person?"

"Huh? I'm not."

The head of the regiment began to imitate him, walking up and down, "When you walk, it seems that your legs are not the same length."

Yue Xiaochuan couldn't say it was because of a thunderstorm in the Jubu area, so he had to use the meniscus injury as a prevarication.

When he went back, Chu Tianchang was cutting videos and recording in the audio-visual room, while drinking, he used the most mellow voice to make the most mean complaints to Mike.

"According to the setting of this film, the protagonists are on Mars at this moment. But this is clearly a field of corn that has just been harvested. Wait, what just passed? Let's replay... slow down and zoom in. A telegraph pole A telegraph pole covered with small advertisements for Mars. Presumably, the people of Mars also suffer from infertility."

"Puff puff--"

Chu Tianchang turned his head and saw Yue Xiaochuan standing by the door, like a flat tire, with a bulging face trying to hold back a smile.After confirming that no laughter was recorded, he raised his hand to call Yue Xiaochuan over.As the latter approached with his legs crossed, he suddenly had a lump in his throat, and the palm of his right hand holding the mouse was hot, as if the handful of tears he touched last night were corrosive liquid.

Yue Xiaochuan lay down beside the computer desk and praised: "Mr. Chu, you are very humorous."

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"Fortunately."

"Last night, I might have been a little strange," Chu Tianchang regretted the sudden pity, and paused for a while, "Don't think too much about it."

Yue Xiaochuan knew that he was referring to the engine being turned off midway.Quickly comforted: "It's okay, I don't care. This kind of situation is easy to happen when people are tired."

A relieved smile floated on Chu Tianchang's lips, "That's good. At the same time, I want to say, I hope I didn't hurt you."

"I'm also responsible for not cooperating well." Yue Xiaochuan patted Chu Tianchang's shoulder suddenly, "You are great, Mr. Chu. Let's solve problems together. In my heart, you are a pure man."

They talked about their own things, and unexpectedly had a happy conversation.Chu Tianchang continued to record seriously, while Yue Xiaochuan covered his mouth and laughed until his butt hurt.