We are divorced ok? [Entertainment]

When I went back in the evening, I ordered food and delivered it. The food in the hotel is made by a special chef, so the taste is quite good. Zhou Han hasn’t eaten such a delicious meal for a long time.

In fact, he used to be very picky about his meals. He didn't eat garlic, onions, animal offal, anything with shells, fishy or salty, or anything other than well-cooked.

He was very grateful to Song Zhixi for kicking him out of the house, so he got rid of the young master's illness. Now everything he eats is delicious, let alone such delicious food.

But he noticed that Song Zhixi still didn't eat much.

"Do you think it's not delicious? It's okay if you think the food I cook is not good, but you also think it's bad for the food made by a super chef?"

"No, I just have no appetite."

After he finished speaking, he added blankly, "The food you cook is delicious."

"It's the same as what you've eaten before." Zhou Han rolled his eyes in disdain. Thanks to the fact that he learned to cook for him, he didn't even look at the food he cooked.

"I ate." Song Zhixi lowered his head, still not emotional.

"You...you ate it? When?" Zhou Han thought carefully, and under the impression that Song Zhixi had never eaten his cooking.

"I secretly ate... a few mouthfuls in the middle of the night."

Zhou Han stared at his face, saw his slightly embarrassed expression, and instantly imagined it? Song Zhixi got up in the middle of the night and tiptoedly opened the refrigerator like a thief, looked around, found that no one was paying attention to him, and secretly Carefully picking up a piece of meat from the refrigerator and putting it into his mouth?

But this is just imagination, he should not be so cute, he must have opened the refrigerator with a blank expression, and put a piece of meat in his mouth with a blank expression.

But Zhou Han found another problem, "Aren't you going home all the time, can you make it up more like it?"

"Actually, I came back, but I didn't let you know."

He continued, "When you fall asleep, you will come back."

"And before you wake up, you will go."

"Most of the time, sometimes I stay in a hotel outside."

Zhou Han took another mouthful of food, and put it in his mouth suspiciously, "Are you sure there is no one outside, and no one in the hotel?"

"No, I won't come back, just to avoid you..."

Hearing this kind of explanation was even more uncomfortable than not listening to it. Zhou Han realized that his food was not good enough, so he simply stopped eating. He threw away his chopsticks and ran to the sofa to play with his mobile phone.

Song Zhixi cleaned up the leftovers, everything that should be brushed and put away was tidy and meticulous, so he took the script and went to the sofa and sat down, "Since you want to take on this play, you should prepare well."

"There are only three days until next Monday. During this period, you have to prepare for the character feeling. Your foundation is too weak, and the role is too difficult to enter."

"Then you still praise me against your will, don't you just want to praise me first and then step on me?" Zhou Han stared at the phone and said angrily.

"As far as the scene you played with me, it's okay for a newcomer."

"I think you are quite talented, at least I couldn't do what you did in the first game."

"Am I talented? I don't feel it myself." Zhou Han still felt that he was lying to himself.

Song Zhixi flipped through the script, and replied calmly, "Your presence skills are pretty good, I think giving you three years to be the Best Actor should not be a problem."

Zhou Han was originally lying on the sofa, but he immediately sat up after hearing what he said, "Your cake is a bit big, I can't bear it, besides, if you want to be an actor, don't you have to be praised? Do you think that everyone is as lucky as you, that there is a stupid rich second-generation wife who is willing to support you?"

Of course Song Zhixi knew that he was mocking him for being ungrateful and white-eyed wolf inside and out, so he didn't continue to tangle with him, but started to write and draw on the script with a pen.

Zhou Han saw that he didn't seem to be writing, but he seemed to be drawing something, and the drawing was quite serious.

After watching it for a few minutes, I realized that he seemed to be drawing the characters in the first act, including movements and expressions, vividly.

"You can still draw!"

"You don't want to listen to lectures." Song Zhixi told him while painting, "It's easier for you to accept it. If you can't understand the pictures, you don't need to act in the play."

Zhou Han saw that his drawing skills and brushwork did not look like someone with zero foundation, so he asked him, "Have you ever learned it?"

Song Zhixi said lightly, "I have studied it. During the art test, in addition to acting, I also applied for music, art, dance and broadcasting hosting."

"Didn't you...have all the exams?"

"Yes, and pass all subjects."

Is it so inhuman? Zhou Han always thought that he was only talented in acting, but he didn't expect to hate people in other aspects.

"Actually, I didn't know before that I could be an actor." Song Zhixi continued to draw, and told him about his past for the first time, "...It was purely because the culture class was too bad, so I went to study art."

Zhou Han was even more surprised, "I always thought you were a top student! Doesn't the Peking University School of Drama value cultural courses?"

"I'm a special case."

"What special case?" Zhou Han never took the initiative to understand Song Zhixi before, and he didn't know how he was the number one in Beijing opera before.

"At that time, I took all the art schools in Beijing. After passing all the exams, besides acting, I also got high marks in art. I wanted to go to Jingmei, but the principal of Beijing Opera came to me and said that I was very suitable to be an actor. Besides, Bai Jiuruo happened to be admitted to that school, and he and I..."

Song Zhixi suddenly realized that he accidentally mentioned a name that shouldn't be mentioned, so he stopped talking and didn't continue talking.

"After all, I went to Beijing Opera because of my childhood sweetheart Bai Yueguang—" Zhou Han nodded with a smile, "Okay, very good, great!"

"A talented man and a beautiful woman are born with a perfect match!"

Although Song Zhixi knew that he accidentally mentioned him by slip of the tongue, he found that Zhou Han would get angry almost every time he mentioned him. Seeing Zhou Han standing up and planning to leave, he grabbed him and asked, "Are you...jealous?" ?”

"Can you stop being sentimental? I simply don't want to read the script. I won't read this stuff until the last day. Even if you draw a picture, I won't read it!" Zhou Han tried his best to speak calmly and firmly He told himself he wasn't jealous. Y. U. X. I.

"But every time I mention him, you get angry."

Zhou Han continued to smile and said, "I have such a happy expression, how do you know that I am angry?"

Song Zhixi stopped talking, but pulled him back into his arms, "I really don't love him, I just..."

"Do you want to say you only love me?" Zhou Han was in his arms, and suddenly couldn't laugh, feeling so bitter in his heart.

"Song Zhixi, you told me clearly and plainly a month ago that you would never love me in this life, you grabbed my throat for him, threw me on the ground, insulted me and trampled me... I remember it very clearly Woolen cloth……"

"..."

The unforgivable past is indeed what he has done and said, which is very hurtful, he knows.

"You've been acting for a day, so you can stop for a while at night, can you continue tomorrow?" Zhou Han pushed him away and walked to the bedroom.

But Song Zhixi didn't want him to go, he held Zhou Han back into his arms from behind, "I didn't act..."

"Then what did you say?"

"I..." He actually wanted to explain, but he just couldn't get the words out of his mouth, and there seemed to be no room for explanation.

Zhou Han thought he would say something, but after waiting for a while, he just hugged himself and said nothing, so he asked him impatiently, "What are you doing, do you want to sleep with me?"

But when Song Zhixi heard what he said, he let go of his hands. The moment his hands dropped, he heard the sound of footsteps walking away without hesitation.

He stood still, but heard a "bang", and Zhou Han closed the bedroom door forcefully.

I don't know how long I stood there, it seemed that time had frozen for so long.

Unable to control his hand, he took out a cigarette and lit it. He slowly sat back on the sofa and stared at the script he had just drawn for a long time, but there was no anxiety in his eyes, and he was not reading the script at all.

After a long time, he stood up again and dimmed the crystal chandelier in the room, then silently walked in front of a mirror.

He was still holding the cigarette, and in the dim environment, he couldn't even see the smoke, only a little spark.

While smoking a cigarette, he touched the little strawberry on his collarbone in front of the mirror, then picked up the cigarette butt, and pressed it on the strawberry.

A faint tingling came from his skin until he pressed the whole cigarette until it was extinguished. He took the cigarette butt away and watched the dark red strawberry turn bright red in the mirror.

He lit a second cigarette and pressed it again, continuing to deepen the scar.

He didn't know what he was doing, and he always felt that doing this would make him feel better. He hoped that this scar would never heal, and remind himself forever that he once hurt someone who loved him so much.

He kept repeating this action until blood snaked down from the scar and landed on his neckline, then he stopped.

"I hurt you so much...I want you to pay it back."

But how to pay it back, maybe he doesn't even have the desire to pay it back, just like this red mark, obviously he could bite hard and make himself hurt, but in the end he didn't even bite the skin.

I once said, "I'd rather you still hate me than forget me."

Because hate at least wants to take revenge, and remember that person, but forget, just like him, without wave, trace, love, or hate.

He walked back to the sofa silently, smoking one cigarette after another, not sleepy at all, and he didn't know how long he sat there, when he suddenly felt a bone-piercing chill.

It is obvious that summer is coming soon, and it is still in the south, why is it so cold?

colder than the north.

He thought for a moment, struggled in his heart for a long time, finally stood up and pinched his cigarette, and couldn't help but shake the doorknob of the bedroom.

He knew that Zhou Han didn't lock the door when he slept, because in the past when he came back in the middle of the night, he would sneak in and cover him with a quilt. Zhou Han didn't sleep well and liked to kick the quilt.

At this moment, he sneaked into the room on tiptoe, the room was very dark, but Zhou Han on the bed had obviously fallen asleep, and slept soundly.

Carefully lay down on the bed, for fear of waking him up, then from behind him, she gently pulled him into her arms, letting him press against her chest, feeling his hot body temperature.

It was so warm that it dispelled the chill all over his body in an instant.