Pillow people and dignitaries

"Hey, I live next door to yours."

Mu Zeqiao was bumped on the shoulder suddenly, his hand holding the cigarette shook, and he turned to look at the person standing beside him.

After Fu Junchi accompanied him to buy necessities for life, he answered the phone and left. He was most addicted to smoking when he was alone, so he sneaked out of the room and went to the rooftop.

As night fell, the city was brightly lit, and there was a stream of vehicles and people coming and going underneath. A cool wind suddenly blew across his face, and the cigarette butt between his fingers lit up.

Mu Zeqiao tentatively said a name: "Qiu Feng?"

Qiu Feng picked up Mu Zeqiao's cigarette case and shook it in front of his eyes, "I didn't seem to tell you my name last time."

Mu Zeqiao handed him the lighter, "The script introduces the name of the third male."

Qiu Feng took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in his mouth and lit it, and the smoke curled up, "You can do it! When I got back, I was wondering which artist you are under, and then I was in "Time" I saw you playing Mu Jing in "1", is it a coincidence?"

Mu Zeqiao took a puff of cigarette, "It's a coincidence."

Qiu Feng is the third male in the film crew. There are not many shots, but he is also a very important character. In the play, Mu Jing's thoughts are all on Ling Shi, ignoring Shen Xingguang who has been by his side all the time. Later, he became acquainted with Mu Jing. The third male couldn't stand it anymore, scolded Mu Jing severely, and yelled about the five years that Shen Xingguang had been silently by his side.

Qiu Feng flicked the cigarette ash, "Are you and Fu Junchi in a foster relationship?"

Caught off guard by this question, Mu Zeqiao even forgot to spit out the smoke, choked in his throat, and coughed violently several times.

"Don't cough, I won't ask."

Qiu Feng thought it was Mu Zeqiao's acquiescence, coughing meant that he didn't want to bring up this topic.

"No." Mu Zeqiao pressed the unextinguished cigarette butt on the ashtray on the trash can at his feet, "What are you talking about? Brother Fu, how could he do such a thing?"

"I saw you entered a room together. This hotel has better secrecy, but you can't relax your vigilance. Many paparazzi are squatting on Fu Junchi's lace news. He is an actor after all. It's better for you two to pay attention."

Qiu Feng didn't know about the relationship between Mu Zeqiao and Lu Cheng. He first saw Fu Junchi carrying a bunch of things into a room with Mu Zeqiao, and then saw Fu Junchi leaving the room, and Mu Zeqiao came out after a while.

"You mean in the afternoon? That's Brother Fu carrying things for me. I opened the door with my room card, and he just carried it in for me."

"Really? Then why did I see you two getting out of a car in the underground garage."

"...don't get me wrong... we really don't have that kind of relationship."

"Then you are a couple? Or?"

Mu Zeqiao felt a little headache, which became more and more outrageous.

"Actually, it doesn't matter what kind of relationship you have with me, but you have to keep your eyes open in the underground garage and in the hotel. If you are photographed by someone who cares, the road of acting will not be so difficult."

"I understand, thank you." Mu Zeqiao rubbed his temples, "Why do you think I have a foster relationship with Brother Fu?"

"He is an actor, and you are relatively young, so I thought about it in that direction. Many famous actors in the entertainment circle actually like to keep some handsome little stars in private. Generally, the more serious they look, the more chaotic they are in private. .”

"Brother Fu is not that kind of person."

"Maybe, an unsuspecting young man like you can easily drown in the deep waters of the entertainment industry, so protect yourself."

Mu Zeqiao wanted to explain that he was no longer a young man.

Mu Zeqiao looked at Qiu Feng carefully, and inexplicably felt that his eyes were somewhat familiar, the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, and the helplessness in the black pupils revealed a three-point sharpness that sees through everything.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?"

He has forgotten a lot of memories from the age of 17, and almost all he remembers are some important things. Qiu Feng and he are both people in the entertainment circle, so they probably met in this circle before.

"Qiu Feng is just my current stage name. As for my real name...forget it, you may have seen me on the Internet before. After all, I was taken care of by three benefactors at that time." Qiu Feng He flicked the cigarette ash, "So when I saw a little star like you, I remembered myself five years ago. I was worried that you would go astray all of a sudden, and it would be difficult to get out."

"you……"

Mu Zeqiao lit another cigarette.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to think of your relationship with Fu Junchi on Baoyang just now, but I just saw it, so come here and remind me." Qiu Feng looked at the bright lights below, and murmured: "It's really hard It's hard to get out..."

Mu Zeqiao was surprised by what Qiu Feng said just now, but he could feel that the man in front of him was not like that.

There are more than one billion people in this world, and everyone has different difficulties.

Mu Zeqiao and Qiu Feng smoked a few more cigarettes together, and the fine ash fell among the busy traffic below the roof.

"I'm leaving first." Qiu Feng put out his cigarette, waved at Mu Zeqiao, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and got off the rooftop.

There was still the last cigarette left in the cigarette case. Muzeqiao took it out and twisted it on his fingertips. With the other hand, he picked up the empty cigarette case, crushed it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can at his feet.

The phone in his pocket vibrated.

Mu Zeqiao lit a cigarette and held it in the corner of his mouth, took out his phone and glanced at it. It was a text message from Fu Junchi, asking if he was not in the room anymore.

He typed the three words "on the roof", and after pressing send, a call came.

Mu Zeqiao hesitated for a while, then slid to answer.

"Ozawa, I bought your favorite red velvet cake, please send me the location of the hotel, and I will deliver it to you now." Lu Cheng on the other end of the phone is sitting in the car, and on the passenger seat are the two cakes he just bought. Snacks in bags are almost all the flavors that Muzeqiao usually likes to eat.

Mu Zeqiao was silent for a while, and then tried something.

"I'm here in Yuncheng."

Lu Cheng's gentle tone was a bit unstoppable, he leaned on the car cushion, rolled down the window, "What are you doing there?"

Mu Zeqiao told the truth: "Filming."

90.00% of the reason why Lu Cheng didn't see the message was because Fang Mingqi deleted the text message. After all, it was this person who came to provoke him in his previous life.

"Ozawa, are you...will you come back?"

Lu Cheng clenched the steering wheel, and his voice suddenly became a little unnatural.

"Does it matter if I come back or not?"

Mu Zeqiao leaned against the fence, his voice was very soft, as if he was talking about an unimportant matter.

"No. But Ozawa...I don't want...not...I'd be happy if you were to come back, but...what about me?"

"Don't you have that boy?"

"I explained what happened that day, just that one time, I was obsessed with ghosts, Ozawa...don't leave me...I haven't seen you for the past two days, no matter what I eat or drink, I don't have an appetite, I can't sleep at night, you are not here The first night I didn't even fall asleep..."

Lu Cheng is such a person. If he can't coax Mu Zeqiao, he will start playing the sympathy card, repeating how much I love you over and over again, and emphasizing his efforts over and over again.

"I didn't say I was leaving you."

Mu Zeqiao looked up at the night sky, his beautiful neckline was exposed, and a few fluffy hairs slid down from his forehead to cover one of his light brown eyes.

"Let's go back to where we started, let's go back to being friends."

"Lu Cheng, chase me again."

Before Mu Zeqiao said these two words, the door of the rooftop was pushed open by Fu Junchi. He was leaning against the wall with an unlit cigarette in between. His smoke gray shirt outlined his perfect figure, black trousers It showed his straight and slender legs, the cuffs were rolled up three points, and the second hand in the quartz watch on his wrist kept turning.

He stood up straight, with a cigarette on his lips, and walked towards Mu Zeqiao.

Mu Zeqiao hung up the phone, let out a deep breath, and the sound of small footsteps reached his ears.

Fu Junchi walked behind him and was about to reach out for the lighter that was placed on the fence.

Mu Zeqiao suddenly turned around, Fu Junchi's fingers accidentally touched his cheek, the burning cigarette collided with the unburned cigarette, those deep eyes looked more lonely at night, the emotion inside was Mu Zeqiao The indifference that Joe has never seen can even hit the deepest part of his soul.

It was the first time they had been away for so long, but Mu Zeqiao felt that the distance between them was so far.

Fu Junchi picked up the lighter placed on the fence, Mu Zeqiao quickly looked away, lowered his head and took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, "Brother Fu..."

"You just..."

The words were interrupted by Fu Junchi, who lit the cigarette held by his lips, and the white smoke gradually rose, hiding his stern face behind.

Through a thin layer of cigarette smoke, Muzeqiao seemed to see an emotion that shouldn't exist.

But Fu Junchi's words were extremely cold.

"Must it be him?"