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After Liu Xinyu was expelled from school, he went to find Xu Wenyuan once. He barked like a wild dog, and Xu Wenyuan picked him up and threw him against the wall.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he cursed viciously: "I knew it was you! I knew it was you bastard!"

Xu Wenyuan strangled his neck, grabbed a laboratory rag and stuffed it into his mouth: "Your mouth is so stinky, do you have evidence?"

Of course there is no evidence, Xu Wenyuan set him up from the beginning to the end, and of course everything was sorted out afterwards.

The girl to accompany the wine was picked by Liang Chen from Yuan Xiaodong's old friends. For this, Boss Yuan completely exposed his romantic history, and Xu Wenyuan owed the boss a favor because of this.

That girl is a cheerful person, Xu Wenyuan gave her a lot of money, and by the way, even arranged for the assistants who were drinking together at that time, and Liu Xinyu was kept in the dark that night.

Liang Chen asked him: "Why don't you give me a beating?"

Xu Wenyuan replied: "I can't remember the trauma. I will kick him from the highest place to the center of the earth, press his head again, and let him drink up the dirty water that was poured out, so that if it rains again in the future, that leg will probably be rotten." Can it hurt for a while longer."

People still need pain to have a long memory.

He didn't intend to tell Xu Zhiyuan about this now, he was too busy, and that show was an opportunity as well as a huge challenge.

In addition to design, another challenge they face is the catwalk.This kind of fashion week, first-line models have long been divided up by major luxury brands and venues. The foreigner designer has seen Xu Zhiyuan’s previous film when he was a model, and he boldly suggested that Xu Zhiyuan go by himself. He thinks that Xu Zhiyuan has a ambiguous gender. , Beauty beyond the standards of the times.

But Xu Zhiyuan has almost zero experience in catwalks, but people say that what he wants is zero experience, a sense of youthfulness, this is true, and can highlight Yunjin's original temperament.

It is conceivable that Xu Zhiyuan's pressure was like a mountain top, he was so anxious that he scratched his hair every day, he couldn't sleep well, and his hair was almost bald.

After taking a shower, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself.

Probably because of the lighting, he looked a little pale. The continuous high-pressure work made him lose weight several times, and his face looked haggard. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. He pushed the hair on his forehead and always felt that his hairline moved back up.

Xu Zhiyuan sighed, and accidentally knocked over the lotion with his hand. The bottles and jars "cracked" and rolled on the ground, making a loud noise. Xu Wenyuan was so frightened that he rushed in directly.

"what happened?"

Xu Zhiyuan sneered: "It's okay...the menopause must have been brought forward."

His hair was wet against his neck, and the ends of his hair hadn't been dried. The dripping water dripped down his neck and wet his pajamas.Xu Wenyuan frowned, and dragged him to the living room to dry his hair.

Xu Zhiyuan felt very comfortable being rubbed on his scalp by his brother, so he slightly narrowed his eyes and leaned on his stomach to rest.

From Xu Wenyuan's point of view, his brother had indeed lost a lot of weight. The pajamas he had worn for a long time suddenly looked a size bigger, the collarbone at the neckline became more obvious, and his slender eyelashes trembled under the light.

Xu Wenyuan said: "I soaked the milk, you drink it first, and if you get hungry later, I'll give you some milk."

Xu Zhiyuan took the glass vaguely, it was warm from the palms to the soles of the feet.

"Today I met your teacher at school."

Xu Zhiyuan frowned, and as soon as his mood dropped, he moved his body a little uncomfortably, but was trapped between his legs by his brother, who fixed him from behind.

"Don't move, listen to me. Your teacher recognized me. I think he has something to say to me. Maybe I left too fast and didn't catch the opportunity today."

Xu Zhiyuan drank most of the milk in one gulp.

"Go your way, ignore him."

"I guess he might want to ask about your situation, or apologize. This time it didn't work out, and he will definitely find a way to find me next time."

"I know." Xu Zhiyuan suddenly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the white wall, "He came to see me several times, but I didn't see him, anyway, I ran away after class."

Xu Wenyuan gently held his hair.

"I just want to know, if he apologized and asked me to convey it to you, what's your attitude?"

Xu Zhiyuan smiled lightly: "You can just answer for me."

People have their own fears and the reasons for cowardice, he can understand, but the word "forgive" is not in his dictionary.

He said: "Maybe many years later I will look away, but not now, I really can't be a saint."

Xu Wenyuan rubbed his scalp lightly with his fingertips: "Okay, if you don't do it, don't do it."

After drying his hair, Xu Wenyuan combed it for him bit by bit.

Xu Zhiyuan's hair has always been his favorite, it is black and shiny, and feels as smooth as fine silk in his hands.He took his brother into his lap and made him lie back, against the crescent of his neck.

"Brother, do you think my hair has become thinner recently? I always feel that I get up every day with a lot of hair falling down."

"Is there? I don't think so."

"No? When I look in the mirror, I feel that my hair is sticking to my scalp. I'm really afraid that I will be bald when I wake up in the morning."

Xu Zhiyuan turned to look at him, and was pushed back by Xu Wenyuan. Before he finished speaking, he turned around again, and was pushed back again.The third time, Xu Wenyuan kissed him on the top of his hair, and Xu Zhiyuan didn't move.

"Don't worry, you can do it."

Xu Zhiyuan said: "Then what if it fails?"

Xu Wenyuan twirled his hair with his fingertips, sniffing one by one: "If you lose, you lose. Let's start all over again."

Xu Zhiyuan turned around, climbed onto him and hooked his neck, and sat firmly in his favorite posture that had been practiced thousands of times.

"Brother, I have an idea."

"Say."

"I want you to go with me. Can you go to Paris with me?"

"I know I should go this way by myself, I can go, I just want... I want you to accompany me, okay?"

Xu Zhiyuan was busy for several months, and finally rushed seven or eight sets of clothes to Paris overnight. He picked out a set of gold and red cloud brocade clothes to wear by himself, with gold thread hemming, and patterns of auspicious clouds and twining lotuses around it. Holy and charming.

It was a women's suit. Although it had been improved, it was still a skirt suit. When Xu Zhiyuan designed it, he expected controversy. It was unprecedented for a male model to wear women's clothes and walk on the catwalk.

But he still did it, from the decoration to the matching of the shoes, and even the makeup was studied countless times by himself.

Before going on stage, he was a little anxious. He checked the scene, the clothes and the route of the stage countless times by himself. He even secretly observed the crowd through the cloth seams in the backstage, and guessed whether everyone would like this ingenious show through their expressions. .

He was panicked and anxious.

Xu Wenyuan ran to the backstage to find him, hugged him against his back, and his calm heartbeat passed through his chest bit by bit.

"nervous?"

Xu Zhiyuan nodded: "Nervous."

Xu Wenyuan joked: "I thought you were not afraid of anything, and you were nervous sometimes?"

Xu Zhiyuan returned Xiaoxiao and gave him an elbow.

Xu Wenyuan folded his arms around his younger brother, pointed to the middle seat in the front row and said, "Don't panic, I'm there, if you're nervous, just act as me alone, the rest are set, today it's just you and me .”

Before going on stage, in order not to damage the makeup, he couldn’t do any intimate actions, even kissing. Xu Wenyuan could only touch his brother’s skin repeatedly, from the wrist bone to the back of the hand, just like they did countless times when they were young.

Xu Zhiyuan put his face into his brother's neck and sniffed, and his heart beat gradually when he smelled the familiar smell like a puppy.

Seventy to eighty percent of the showrooms were filled one after another. When the lights dimmed, Xu Zhiyuan took a deep breath and floated onto the stage with a few professional models.

Thinking of the majestic music, combined with the soft lighting projection, the audience watching the exhibition suddenly burst into amazement. The shutters and flashes kept surrounding Xu Zhiyuan. He was a little dizzy when he walked to the center of the stage and turned around. I couldn't tell the direction, and my palms were covered with cold sweat.

So when he turned around again, he started to look for him, and saw his Xu Wenyuan from the vast crowd below the stage—the man was sitting there steadily, looking at him gently with Xu Zhiyuan's most familiar smile, his cheeks parted. Two dimples.

The clothes that the man was wearing were also specially designed by himself, matching the dress on him, echoing each other on and off the stage, and the others gradually disappeared, as if there were only two of them left in the world.

Xu Zhiyuan's heart was sore, he was excited and excited, he quickly stabilized, because he knew that at this moment, on this battlefield, no matter whether he wins or loses, there is another person who is fighting with him, sharing weal and woe.