high intensity friendship

"Is our half-year agreement worthless in your eyes? Compared with me, wine is more important, isn't it?" Yue Xiaochuan's nose fluttered, and the smell of wine that got into his nostrils made his anger worse, and he couldn't help roaring, "Drink Drink, drink, drink to death! I don't care about you anymore!"

Turn around and leave.

"Didn't you say that you will be lenient when you are honest? Where is the lenient?" Chu Tianchang followed closely, and held his arm several times, but was slammed away, "Xiao Chuan, give me one chance, just one."

"I want to move away!" Yue Xiaochuan turned his head and said threateningly, insincerely speaking.

"No!" Chu Tianchang shouted, causing the dog of a low-level resident in the community to bark, "I'll start from scratch, okay? Half a year, give me another half year, and I will give you a miracle."

Without saying a word, Yue Xiaochuan turned on the kitchen light after entering the door, took off the hand-painted calendar covered with small red flowers, and tore it to pieces.

Looking at the clean and tidy refrigerator door, Chu Tianchang breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, seeing Yue Xiaochuan raised his hand casually, shredded papers piled up like snow, and raised his tone again.

"Mr. Chu, do you still want to be Mr. Chu? You are the old dog Chu!" After speaking, Yue Xiaochuan made a gesture to pack his luggage.

"Hey Xiao Chuan," Chu Tianchang hugged him by the waist, letting his powerful fists beat on his arms and ribs, and vowed not to let go, "The two of us, offline friends, online c, you have the heart to leave me?"

"I don't want to be with people who don't keep their promises and keep their promises."

"Baby Chuanchuan, give me a chance to love you, and if I drink again, I'll broadcast it live." Chu Tianchang changed a new name and made a new oath.

Yue Xiaochuan's heart was warm and his stomach was sour. He was touched a little, but he was almost nauseated to death. The feeling was extremely complicated.

"Ugh... Chu Tianchang, you are so fucking tired!"

"I was really, really wrong." Chu Tianchang pressed his face tightly against the back of the person in his arms, "It's too difficult to quit drinking, I tell myself every time, this is the last time, but, but you sleep It's too deadly..."

Yue Xiaochuan was taken aback, and his struggle weakened, "Is it because I sleep too soundly?"

"If you had slept lightly, you would have discovered and stopped my depravity long ago. But you, you sleep like a little pig every day...you are still humming, so innocent, cute, and easy to deceive."

"Fuck off, what weird logic, you are wrong and you are right?" Yue Xiaochuan almost really felt that he was also responsible.

"No! I didn't understand it, and I didn't intend to argue." Chu Tianchang leaned into his ear, and continued to be tired of the crooked words, "Draw another calendar, okay? Make it more beautiful and symmetrical. You use watercolor pens Every little red flower painted is in full bloom in my heart. It is the flower of my life..."

Hey I'll go, what the hell.

In the next life, he will never fall in love with the screenwriter or director, and Yue Xiaochuan will complain about too many dramas.

"Let go of me first."

"Then you have to promise not to leave."

"No guarantee."

"It's almost my birthday, don't be so cruel."

Yue Xiaochuan took a deep breath and said slowly, "Okay."

"Then you swear, if you leave again, I'll broadcast live."

"Leave again, and you will broadcast live."

"There is a mistake in the sentence."

"If I leave you again, I'll broadcast it live...I'm a self-disciplined and trustworthy person, and I don't need such a loose oath to restrain me!" Yue Xiaochuan finally broke free from the man's arms, turned around and looked at him, "Your little red flower Cleared. I only give you one chance, just one."

a few days later.

While eating, Chu Tian stared blankly at the latest extremely ugly and naive hand-painted calendar and a few small red flowers on the refrigerator door.

Even if it is asymmetrical, it is also different in size.

"Our troupe is about to perform a new play. I want to hype it up and get more audiences. How should I do it?"

Yue Xiaochuan's clear and clear voice, full of confusion, successfully diverted the attention of the obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"I'll teach you," he said solemnly, like China on the tip of his tongue, "Heat the pan with cold oil, sauté the onion, ginger, garlic, millet pepper until fragrant, and then put the thinly sliced ​​Xiao Chuan Chuan into the pot Stir-fry until browned..."

Yue Xiaochuan slightly rolled his eyes, but swallowed involuntarily.

It sounds delicious... It's been a long time since I had a full meal.

"It's actually very simple. You dance barebacked, and sprinkle some water droplets and sequins on your body." Chu Tian stared at him with long eyes, piercing the fabric, "Although he is a little thinner, he still has six-pack abs anyway. Mermaid line."

"I don't really want to sell my hue... I'm afraid it won't be fresh the second time."

In the end, it was Chu Tianchang who came up with a coup.

They took a group photo together on the street, Yue Xiaochuan covered Chu Tianchang's face with a dog's head, and edited Weibo:

"Successfully met with Mr. Dijiu, and fulfilled the promise of treating guests to dinner! Dijiu is really a super handsome man, a man of technical temperament! I gave him a performance ticket~ the night after tomorrow, my troupe will have a new show, oh, Friends from this city are welcome to enjoy it. My Weibo fans show their mobile phones at the scene, and the ticket price will be 8% off!"

Before sending out, Yue Xiaochuan thought about it and changed it to 7% off.

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"Hey, how many people are here?"

"Breakthrough [-] for the first time!"

"Ah, the venue fee is almost enough!"

The troupe members do the final prop arrangement and makeup inspection behind the scenes, and stealthily observe the situation in the small theater from time to time.

After a while of busyness, the curtain slowly opened.It is "Ball of Fat" with humorous elements, but the essence is still sad.The final draft of the script was revised by Chu Tianchang, and the rehearsal process was also guided by him.

He was sitting at the back of the small theater, listening to the two girls in the front row praise Yue Xiaochuan for being handsome, with a classical oriental charm, but not very fashionable, and discussing whether "Di Jiu" was there.

"Although his face is blocked by a dog, he is tall and has good clothes. He should be tall, rich and handsome. He must have taken a fancy to Xiao Chuan."

"Which philosopher said that the beginning of love is the desire for sex.

Chu Tianchang gave a thumbs up behind them.

That's right, he was 100% interested in Yue Xiaochuan out of love.But that lustful heart was smelted into a true heart a long time ago.

Recently, he always imagined that if they had a standardized start, they would be old and old by now.Instead of rejuvenating, counting crooked little red flowers like a child, living like a year.

In the past few days, whenever the alcohol addiction kicked in, there would be a song lingering in my ears.

"Who brought the ancient call, who left the thousand-year longing, could it be that there is still a wordless song, or that long-lasting nostalgia..."

It's wine!

After the curtain call, Chu Tianchang huddled among the bustling fans from the same city (there were even a few men), and came backstage.Yue Xiaochuan's make-up has not been removed yet, and he is tidying up the props with the group members, his cheeks are pressed with glitter powder, and the tails of his eyes are slightly red and upturned, giving him a wonderful beauty.

With such a large group of people suddenly pouring in, he seemed at a loss.

Everyone lined up spontaneously, and the girl at the head handed over a pen and paper, looked at him with sparkling eyes, tilted her head and smiled, "Can you sign me?"

"Ah, no problem." Yue Xiaochuan frantically cleared a corner of the desk full of sundries.Just about to sign with his butt pouted, he smiled shyly, "Well, I'll practice for a while first."

Then, he found waste paper and made a few gestures before writing resentfully.