The enemy is catnip and I am a cat how to break [Entertainment circle]

The next day, rain.

In the morning, Bai Xun came to deliver breakfast.He knocked on the door for a long time, but it was Kan Ze who opened the door, his hair was still wet, as if he had just washed.

Assistant Bai choked for breath, then looked away as if nothing had happened, and didn't ask about the two of them being in the same room, "Has Brother Si woke up?"

Si Jing hadn't gotten up yet, lying on the bed with a sore waist and weak legs, his eyes half-closed, looking overworked.

Kan Ze, who had blown his hair, suddenly leaned down and kissed him on the side of his cheek.

"Grass--"

Si Jing suddenly opened his eyes, fully awake, and stared at him.

What is this for?

Isn't there someone else in the room? ?

Kan Ze, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't seen it at all, playing with a strand of his hair with a gentle voice and a smile.

"Were you tired last night, huh?"

"..."

worn out.After talking about the business, I was fed soup twice, and it was early in the morning after taking a bath.

So what are you doing here so early in the morning?

Si Jing pulled the quilt, but completely lost sleepiness, and opened his mouth to wait for the meal.He looked at the whites of his eyes. The young man lowered his head and was putting the prepared breakfast on the table. His expression was calm, as if he wasn't surprised at all, and he didn't overreact.

……Too.

The relationship between him and Kan Ze was basically known by the people around him, and they also acquiesced.On weekdays, in front of the life assistant, Kan Ze, a thousand-year-old grass, will not restrain himself at all, his eyes and movements are quite sticky.If you can't see this anymore, then Bai Xun is really blind.

Now that you know it, there is nothing to be ashamed of.Mating, animal nature.

How can nature be violated?

The big man who followed his instincts opened his mouth wide, Kan Ze squeezed the toothpaste, put the toothbrush into his mouth to brush it for him, and used a small basin to soak up the foam. After brushing, he wiped his face with a hot towel, and stretched out his clothes to eat Open your mouth, living a serious life is the emperor's life.

If Yuan Fang saw this, he would definitely laugh at his artist as a disabled child who couldn't take care of himself.

Bai Xun standing in the room looked more and more redundant, his face was still cold and expressionless, but the appearance standing there was rather pitiful.

He just watched the two making out, eagerly looking forward, like an abandoned cub.After a while, Bai Xun moved towards the door and went out alone.

Shooting started in the afternoon.

Wang Yuan suddenly mentioned taking a break on the set, which flattered the staff who were used to his workaholic mode, and all of them looked at him in amazement.Director Wang took out a cigarette under such gaze, and forced to say: "What kind of gaze is this? You don't want to have a holiday, don't you? - It's all clear and I will give you two days to go back and burn paper. Why do you look so unhappy? , still want to stay and continue working?"

That must be unwanted, several people shook their heads hastily.

rest……

This year's Ching Ming Festival was late, and it didn't arrive until late April.Chinese people have always attached great importance to this festival, and those who are away will always come back, burn a piece of paper and pour two cups of wine in front of the ancestor's grave, and talk about their life for the past year, which should be reported to them.If they have knowledge, don't worry about it.

After all, it is just a little thought of a living person.

The rain is continuous and has not stopped since the night. It is thin and dense, and it really looks like a bead curtain that fell from the sky.Yuan Fang came to pick up people on the set, and made a report to Si Jing and the boss in the car, "I haven't gone back to burn paper for several years, I have to go back and have a look."

Si Jing knew that he wanted to go to his grandma's grave to stay for a while, so he made the decision without waiting for the man next to him to say anything, "Yeah, let's go back."

In the end, he gave Kan Ze a push.

Kan Zeye, who was in the late stage of tracheitis, sang to his husband: "It's time to go back."

Yuan Fang smiled and said: "My mother has been talking about it for days, saying that if I come back, I will bring a small pot of stewed beef brisket made at home - she knows you like it."

Si Jing immediately smiled.

He has been brought by Yuan Fang since his debut, and he has met Yuan Fang's family several times.Si Jing is a child who has nothing to say, and he is not so pushy when facing the elders. He listens carefully to what people say, which can make people feel good.Yuan Fang's mother had only seen him two or three times, and since then she has been on her mind, and every time she has to emphasize to Manager Yuan that Si Jing should get fatter.

Yuan Fang also felt evil.According to the posture of this little ancestor who eats fish non-stop all day long, why doesn't he get fat?

Look at those little arms and legs, no matter how thin they are, there is no worry about keeping fit.

It makes the eyes of most middle-aged men who grow fat even after drinking cold water turn green with envy.

Si Jing didn't realize it, and leaned his head forward from the back seat, asking: "I want pickled fish too."

Yuan Fang's head hurts, so he pushed his head back, "Okay, okay, I'll bring you the fish too— hurry up, sit down—"

Smack your lips again.

"I'm not here these two days, who is watching you?"

He turned his head and asked the life assistant who was driving, "Bai Xun, are you okay?"

Bai Xun turned the steering wheel and smiled shyly, "Brother Yuan just go, I'm fine, I'll stay with Brother Si."

Yuan Fang was surprised: "Aren't you going back?"

He has seen Bai Xun's resume, and small towns like that tend to value this tradition more.You won't burn paper during the Ching Ming Festival, maybe you will be poked and discussed by the neighbors.

"Well, I won't go back," the young man said lightly, "I don't have anyone to worship."

Kan Ze in the back seat frowned.Yuan Fang consciously said something that made others sad, so he quickly changed the subject and never brought up the matter again.

Si Jing still wanted to worship.

On the day of Qingming Festival, he got up very early without anyone following him. He and Kan Ze drove all the way back. After driving for five or six hours, the car set foot on the familiar yellow land.Decades have passed, and the place has changed quite a lot. Si Jing got out of the car, stood under the umbrella held by Kan Ze, and let out a slight breath.

The people living in the village are more concentrated than in the past. Every household is a small building with two or three floors. A yard is framed by itself, and some chickens and ducks are raised in it for their own food. It is quite wild.It was raining now, and there were not many people walking outside. Si Jing looked up and saw many dangling umbrellas at the mass cemetery on the mountain.

That's all for worship.

Instead of going up the mountain, he led Kan Ze to the other side: "This way."

Kan Ze followed behind him.The road is slippery in rainy days, and the yellow land is muddy at the moment, making it even more difficult to walk. Si Jing seems to be used to it, and his love for cleanliness is not reflected here, and he doesn't say a word when his trouser legs are splashed with mud.They carried big bags and small bags, which were things that Kan Ze bought for going to the grave. The two of them stepped on the mud and walked to the back of the mountain.

There are few people in this area, and the dense forests that grew that day have not been cut down.Come back now, it has already grown to block out the sun.

Kan Ze still has an impression of this road.He asked in a low voice, "Which river is that over there?"

Si Jingshen stepped on it lightly, "En."

The river was not redeveloped, perhaps because they heard about the tragedy of the massacred village when they moved here. The villagers who live here now raised funds to erect a monument by the river.Inscribed on the stele are the names of those who died in the massacre they knew.

They only engraved the few that were investigated, but for some reason later, the names were completed.

Someone made up the rest.

Si Jingli's grave is hidden in this mountain forest.Back then, when the war was raging, he was afraid that these would be destroyed if he left, so he simply built them inside.Fortunately, he memorized the way, so it was not difficult to find it. Soon he saw more than [-] grave mounds hidden in the trees, and the branches and leaves on them had already withered and yellowed.

"That's it."

He stopped and pointed to Kan Ze one by one.

"That's Er Gouzi next door, that's his kid Goudan; over there are Xiali and the others, little girls like to play together, so I put them together; over there is Aunt Zhao's family, grandma The grandchildren are all here, just like they were back then, next to the village chief; over there... over there..."

He suddenly got stuck, and his voice seemed to be choked up.

"there--"

He didn't need to say the rest, Kan Ze already knew it well.

That is the tomb of Zhao Dasi and Li Chunjing.

To be precise, it is the tomb of a family of three.

The bag was opened, and the yellow paper inside was pulled out one by one.Kan Ze held an umbrella for him, and Si Jing lit a few of them with a lighter, silently put them on the grave, and muttered: "Don't think I burn too little, it's not good for the environment if you burn too much... I buried everything for you, if you really can use it, then use it, don’t be shy, I can make money now.”

"Oh, by the way, there are also children's clothes... I don't know if it's a boy or a girl. Anyway, you said that boys and girls like it at the time, so I bought him two sets of men and women..."

A newborn baby's clothes are small, about as long as the forearm.Si Jing sealed them together in a plastic bag, sniffed, dug a hole with a stick, and buried the things together.

"Give you another glass of wine," Si Jing said, taking out the small wine cup and filling it with red wine, "Let me tell you, you have never drank this stuff—you have to thank me, you know? It's not me, where are you going to drink!"

He also poured out the glass himself, put it to his lips, and drank it with a straight neck.Not knowing whether it was the smell of alcohol or something else, the corners of the young man's eyes were slightly red.

"I'm ready to die and still worry about me. What do I have to worry about? I'm fine!"

He rubbed his nose and made a nasty sound.

"I have a lot of people like me now, and many, many people are clamoring to support me!"

The two graves just stood there, leaning against each other closely.The willow branches inserted on the top are curved, as if smiling.Si Jing felt tight in his chest, and his voice suddenly softened.

"—Don't worry about it."

"I found the grass I raised back then, and we will be fine. I will not let that person go, and he will never escape what he deserves."

"If you really knew..."

If only you knew.

Just rest easy.

Those days are over.There is no need to hide and hide, and there is no need to be cautious.Whether it is a man or a woman, whether it is an old man or a child, at least in the same land, they don't have to face the horrible world like they used to.I am always afraid of shells, airplanes, and hunting knives... Those days are gone, and there will be no such fears anymore.

New branches and leaves were inserted on the grave mound.

Will you be happy?

Now, it's really a new world.

Kan Ze stood silently behind him all the time, helping him to block the rain that drifted over.It wasn't until Si Jing stood up straight again that the man took a step forward, bent over the two graves, and said in a low voice: "I will take care of Xiao Hua, don't worry."

He also drank a glass of wine, and addressed him solemnly, "Father-in-law and mother-in-law."

Si Daxie heard it, but he didn't take it seriously, and the more he thought about it when he went down the mountain, the more he felt that something was wrong.

——Why father-in-law and mother-in-law?

He tugged at the sleeve of the man next to him, and asked the teacher, "What's the matter with your name?"

Kan Ze kept his eyes on the ground, supported him firmly with his hands, and asked, "Huh?"

Hmm!

Si Daxie said: "Only the father-in-law and mother-in-law—"

His foot suddenly sank, and he stepped into a rather deep mud pit with a puff, and half of his calf was buried in it.Si Jing tried his best to pull himself out, but he couldn't pull it out, so he could only look up at Kan Ze.

The thousand-year-old grass was still laughing, as if he thought it was cute that he was trying to jump up like a groundhog was fixed on one leg, and he reached out and rubbed his head.Si Jing slapped his hand off and reminded unwillingly: "Help me."

When is this the time to pet a cat?

"I'll shout a number, one—two—one—" Si Jing made a slogan, and the two of them worked hard together, many stems and leaves tightly wrapped around Si Jing's legs, and pulled them upwards vigorously.

After pulling it like a carrot for a long time, Si Jing's face turned dark when he finally came out.

His trousers were almost dripping, and the upper part was yellowed by the mud and was dripping wet.Even the shoes were filled with sand, poured outside, and a small puddle poured out.

How can this go?

However, it was still raining, making activities more and more inconvenient.Kan Ze looked up at the sky, and simply squatted down in front of him.

"……what?"

Catnip Grass patted herself on the back.

"Come up."

The scenery is not good.

"This action—"

Too shameless, right?

He is a serious cat boss, and he is being carried on his back?

Kan Ze coaxed him, "This will reflect your supreme status."

"..."

Boss Si said, "Are you treating me like a kitten?"

But the kitten was very happy to hear it.

Supreme yet.

Like a small cannonball, he jumped up and hugged the man's neck.Kan Ze supported him, and squeezed the two lumps of soft flesh.

Si Jing's figure is well maintained, although it is soft, it is quite firm, not to mention beautiful in shape, it is also very elastic to the touch.Kan Ze touched it a few times, but was punished by Si Daxie who sucked it hard on the back of his neck, resulting in a red mark that was about to ooze blood, "Don't touch it randomly!"

The little ancestor wanted to blow up his hair, and the thousand-year-old grass had no choice but to take back his hooligan hand with regret.

Si Jing finally calmed down a bit, and after being carried on his back for two steps, he felt something start to dawdle back and forth.He hugged the man's head and shook it vigorously, "Why don't you touch it as agreed?"

Kan Ze felt aggrieved, "I didn't move my hand."

The two arms really didn't move, they were firmly supporting the person on the back.

"..."

illusion?

After a while, the feeling came again, even more exaggerated than last time, even kneading and pinching.It seems to be addicted, the area is getting bigger and bigger, and the strength is also increasing.

Si Jing kept silent this time, always squinting his eyes.It wasn't until the feeling of touch became clearer and clearer that he suddenly turned his head and bumped into a leaf that he couldn't dodge: "..."

Two frantically kneading branches and leaves: "!!!"

Got caught!

Si Jing grabbed one in each hand and smiled darkly at Kan Ze.

"Not you, huh?"

The thousand-year-old grass swallowed, trying to quibble: "My leaves have their own thoughts."

Si Jing took this as a joke.

Kan Ze added, "It's like your tail has a mind of its own."

"..."

This left Si Jing speechless.

As we all know, cat tails and cats are not the same species.

They went back to the side of the road and got into the car again.Si Jing pulled out two sets of clean clothes from the trunk bag, and was lifting his trouser waist with his head buried, when he heard Kan Ze lighting the ignition, the engine rang for a long time but did not turn on.With the last effort, the car simply did not respond.

"What's going on," Si Jing probed over to look, "It's broken?"

"Correct."

Kan Ze reinserted the key, but seeing that there was still no response, he simply pulled out the key, "It will take several hours to drive back, please ask the villagers here to help."

Si Jing had no objection, "It's okay."

Walking up the path, there is a house not far away.The stir-frying sound is quite clear now, and dinner is ready, and the aroma of the food can be smelled standing outside the yard.The old grandmother at home was sitting under the eaves picking beans. When she heard someone knocking on the door, she tremblingly held up an umbrella and came over to open it.

After opening it, there were two young people standing in front of the door, the shorter one smiled and said, "Grandma, our car broke down, is there anyone in your family who can help us look at it?"

It was the first time the grandma saw such a handsome boy.The two of them stood inside the rain curtain, like a painting.Those eyebrows, those eyes, are like the vixen in an old story.

Si Jing didn't know that he had been thought of as a vixen, so he asked politely, "Is it convenient for you?"

"Convenient! Convenient!"

said the grandmother, staring intently.

It just looks a little familiar...

Her granddaughter also heard the movement at this moment, put on her shoes and came out, and said vigilantly: "Grandma, you won't open the door to some weird person again—huh?"

Her eyes met those of the two people at the door, and she suddenly screamed like a pigeon that had been strangled, her face flushed, she looked at this, then at that, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ah!!"

...The brilliance in those eyes was familiar to both of them.

Well, Mr. Si thought, it seems that there is a place to eat tonight.

Si Jing and Kan Ze unexpectedly held a fan meeting in this village.

Not only the little girl from this family is their fan, but several other young people in the village also know them, and they all came to see them with umbrellas.In addition, the villagers who had never seen a celebrity come to join in the fun, surrounded the yard tightly and praised them both.

"It's so beautiful..."

"What about you handsome?"

"Better than the girls in our village—"

Si Jing signed a few autographs, but luckily these fans have a sense of proportion, seeing that the two were still carrying plastic bags wrapped in yellow paper, he had a clue in his heart, and he didn't ask them why they came here.In fact, the fact that these two appeared together made them even more excited.

Personal affairs should also be paired, hee hee.

One mouthful of shocking candy, and he died.

Dinner was settled in the village at the kind invitation of the little girl.Cooking in the village is simple, and the cooking at home does not use too much oil, but the food is grown at home, and it tastes like game.Si Jing is not a person who likes to eat green vegetables, so he took the initiative to pick up a few chopsticks.

It was raining harder outside.

The villagers hugged the quilt and said, "It's not easy to go now, it's getting dark soon, why don't you sleep here for a night?"

The car hasn't been repaired yet, but it's really hard to go.Si Jing looked at Kan Ze with a questioning look in his eyes, Kan Ze smiled and agreed without hesitation, "I'm sorry."

The fans were overjoyed immediately.

Si Jing vaguely felt something was wrong.

When there were only the two of them left in the room, he stretched out his foot and kicked the man's calf, and asked, "What kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?"

If it was normal, it would be impossible to agree to stay overnight so easily.They are not ordinary people, but two celebrities who are in the entertainment industry. It is easy to stay overnight and talk, but if they don't make it right, a lot of troubles will arise.

Kan Ze held his foot.Si Jing's feet are beautiful. Even in human form, they still maintain the pink and tender color of a cat's paw pad. The toenails are small and thin, and the crescent is also very full. The small piece of pink is like a peach petal dripping with dew. It fell on top with a flutter.

"Why do you think so much?" Catnip said calmly, took him into her arms and patted him like a child, "Sleep."

How could Si Jing sleep.

He didn't recognize the bed, but he identified Kan Ze's arms, and now he's nestling in it, not letting the man say that he's ugly, he just buried his head on the other's chest, and he could still hear the beating of his heart inside. beating sound.

Jump very fast.

It was completely dark, and the shadow of a tree came through the window thinly.Si Jing moved his body and said softly: "It's not Luo Tai, is it?"

Kan Ze just laughed and rubbed his ears meaningfully.

"My little flower is really smart."

Boss Si likes to hear him boast that he is smart and his tail is up.

The rain outside was louder, and Si Jing's cell phone rang suddenly.Picking it up, it was a multimedia message from an unfamiliar number.

In the message was a photo of Yamamoto being firmly tied to an old tree with a rope, and his drooping head was forcibly lifted up by one hand.The old man was drenched in the rain, and he didn't have the arrogance and arrogance that he had at the party that day. Instead, he seemed to be dying.

No address was given, but Si Jing could tell at a glance.

This is the hillside they have been to today.

Si Jing muttered: "He's not stupid yet."

It's quite smart, knowing what kind of threat is the most effective - it's impossible for Si Jing to let Yamamoto die so easily.The atrocities he inflicted at the beginning must be returned to the mountain itself, and Si Jing can feel at ease only when he sees this man collapsed on this land with his own eyes.

Kan Ze said, "Going to see him?"

"of course."

Si Daxie propped himself up and stretched his arms to hook his clothes.

"I would also like to ask, what was he thinking? How can I say that I saved him back then, so he was considered a savior? Why did he repay kindness with resentment instead of asking him to repay him with the spring?"

Boss Si is quite angry, this is really outrageous!

The bear boy really deserves to be beaten, just two words, looking for a beating.