Star Road: Peasants Attack the City

"I thought you would bring another person with you." The woman smiled slightly.

An Ran lowered his eyes slightly, and smiled bitterly, "Yeah, I thought I would bring him too."

"Separated so soon?" The woman's tone was not sarcasm, but a light statement, "After so many things, you still haven't grown up. Is it because we spoil you too much?"

An Ran raised his eyebrows, seeing the woman's expression of indifference with eyebrows and eyes similar to his own, and snorted coldly, "I don't remember you ever doting on me, auntie."

It seemed that that statement broke everything, and there was a brief silence between the two.

One gently turned his eyes away to look out the window, while the other casually tapped the glass in front of him with a beautiful finger wearing a diamond ring.

In the end, the woman couldn't help but said, "I don't want to make things so bad."

An Ran's heart sank, but his face remained expressionless, and he said flatly, "Such a trivial matter is not enough to shock me."

"I know, you've grown up." The woman smiled wryly, with an indescribably exhausted face on her elegant face, "But even though you're this old, you still haven't accepted us."

"Accept?" An Ran lazily raised his eyes, "My mother's own sister snatched away my father, and sweetly held hands across the ocean, leaving my mother alone in the country. The original cousin suddenly changed his name to his brother. Didn't I accept the matter long ago? I even called your mother in front of that old man, what are you dissatisfied with?"

"That's right, what else is there to dissatisfy..." The woman sighed deeply, "But you shouldn't go on like this forever, that circle is too dirty and messy, it's not suitable for you."

"Are you sure that your family is suitable for me?" Every sentence of An Ran was a rhetorical question, as if to sharply and mercilessly pierce the hypocrisy of the woman in front of her, "Your two sons probably wish I were in this circle Taking drugs and getting sick to play yourself to death, only you think I should go back."

"And your father."

"...Yes." An Ran sneered, "and my father. This time, it was the father who loves me who made this kind of thing up, didn't he? No matter how miserable it is, it's good to force people back, he Is that what you said?"

The woman's long eyelashes trembled, and she said softly, "This time things went too far, but he said that as long as you are willing to go home, he will let that boy come forward to clarify the facts and tell the media that he has admitted the wrong person..."

"You guys are very thoughtful." An Ran interrupted her, "Even so, I don't plan to go back, and it doesn't matter if I suffer a lifetime of scandals. With the money I have worked hard over the years, I can still live well even if I quit the entertainment industry. But back at that home, I wondered if I would survive the night."

"Don't say that about your brother." The woman frowned, "That kind of thing won't happen! They're just angry with your attitude towards me..."

"There is also the legacy of the old man." An Ran took out a cigarette from his pocket irritably, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff, "I won't go back, they don't know how happy they are, and I don't care about the money , I just want to live in peace."

The woman pursed her red lips, and asked lightly, "With that man surnamed Mo?"

"..."

"He's not suitable for you." The woman suddenly took out an envelope from her handbag, which contained a thick stack of photos.

An Ran turned his face away, but didn't look at it.

White fingers pushed the photo to his eyes, "You see, he is not someone who is worthy of a lifetime promise. As far as I know, you have not been together for a long time, but the fact has already become like this."

The photos were taken very clearly, and it was obvious at a glance that they were made by professionals. Mo Bajue's every move and every expression were accurately captured and presented in front of his eyes without any concealment.

Including him holding the young boy's hand.

An Ran looked through the photos one by one with a blank expression. There were men and women in the photos, all of whom had never seen faces before, but without exception, they were delicate and beautiful, and they might be newcomers to the company.

All the photos were put together and stuffed back into the envelope again, but they were not returned to the woman. An Ran stretched out his hand coldly, "Negatives."

The woman raised her eyebrows, "You have nothing to say?"

"Yes." An Ran stood up slowly, pulled the corners of her lips, but her smile was even colder, and said every word, "From now on, stay away from the people around me, everything about me has nothing to do with you."

The woman lowered her eyes helplessly, and after a while, she whispered, "You'll never go home, will you?"

"That's right, give me the negative." An Ran had put on the windbreaker again and was about to leave.

"I can clarify the facts for you." The woman looked up at him, her divine eyes were as clear as water.

An Ran ignored her, and said impatiently, "Give me the negative, and I have nothing to do with other things you like to do."

"..." Staring at his stiff profile for a while, the woman sighed deeply, and put the film in his hand from the bag.

After receiving the things, An Ran heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and was about to leave.

The moment he brushed his body, a woman's elegant voice came from behind him, "Come back to visit once in a while, your father...he is old, and his temper has changed a lot."

An Ran paused, and pushed the door away without looking back.

It was almost dusk outside the door, and the bustling commuters made the street look crowded. An Ran suddenly felt a little dazed, not knowing where to go, not knowing where he belonged.

After thinking for a long time, the phone vibrated at the right time, and he looked at it, but it was Han An.

"Where is it? I haven't had a drink together for a long time, do you want to come?" Recently, all the crew members have been working hard to promote the new film, but if it is said that the hardest one must be the director Han An, who not only has to travel around, but also has to withstand pressure. Supporting An Ran, just bickering with the media will soon wear out his lips.

An Ran pushed open the door of the bar, and saw Han An lying on the bar in great depression, pouring a cup of water like pouring water, and couldn't help frowning.

Snatching the wine from his hand and drinking it down, An Ran knocked the crystal wine glass in front of him, and said angrily, "Are you broken in love or impotent? It's so miserable."

"He has no conscience! Even if I'm so tired that I'm impotent, it's your fault!" Han An gave him a blank look.

An Ran shrugged, and poured down cup after cup like Han An, "Isn't that great? I can take responsibility."

"I fuck you? It's hard to accept."

"You still want to fuck me when you're impotent? Use a toothpick?"

"A toothpick is bigger than your thread too."

"You..." An Ran glared at him angrily, and was about to curse back when someone bumped into him, the envelope in his arms suddenly fell, and the photos scattered all over the floor.

"Fuck! Don't you have eyes?" An Ran jumped up in a panic, packing up those photos.

"I'm sorry." The man hastily apologized, bent down to help him pick it up, but the moment he saw the photo clearly, his fingers froze suddenly, "...An Ran?"

"..." An Ran only paused for a moment, and continued to pick up the photos without raising his head.

Instead, Han An raised his eyebrows, "Yo, Bajue, you will come to this kind of place too?"

Mo Bajue's black pupils suddenly sank, his lips parted, and before he could speak, a clear voice came from behind, his white and soft arms wrapped around him, followed by the young man's beautiful face, "Mr. Mo, What are you doing?"

After finally packing up the photos, An Ran didn't get up, but just held the envelope tighter and tighter.

Mo Bajue's eyes flickered complicatedly, and he said in a deep voice, "I still have something to do... let's go first."

After the two left, he slowly got up, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Quickly ran to the bathroom, An Ran felt her hands were shaking.

He carefully took out the stack of photos from his pocket, looked at them several times, closed his eyes, and took out the lighter.

The flames are like teardrops, where they burn, they collapse into ashes.

When he came back, Han An came to him and smelled it, and immediately frowned, "What's the smell on you? It's like a crematorium..."

"Do you know what is the most ridiculous thing in life?"

Han An lowered his eyes.

"I remember hearing this sentence: There is no happiness when you should laugh, no tears when you should cry, and no promises when you should believe. At that time, I thought it was the ultimate stupidity." An Ran shook his head with a smile , but the wine glass has been pouring non-stop.

Han Jing quietly drank with him for half the night, but he never said anything to comfort him. He knew that An Ran was stronger and face was more important than his life. It was more embarrassing for him to comfort him than to laugh at him at a time like this.

Just before parting, I patted him on the shoulder, "Have a good sleep, don't think too much."

But An Ran just turned his back to him and left, waved his hands nonchalantly, without even turning his head.

When Mo Bajue hurriedly settled the matter and rushed back to the apartment, it was almost dawn.

The sky was gray at five o'clock in the morning, but he was covered with dust, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment.

He still remembered the moment he bumped into An Ran in the bar, his heart seemed to constrict to stop beating, and he didn't even know what to say for a while.

Later, I managed to ask that boy, and finally found the person I was looking for. While I was relieved, I received a call from Han An.

"I like your words. It's not easy to say. But if you say it, please stick to it, because people are always easy to forget." Han An said.

Opening the door with trepidation, Mo Bajue never thought that one day he would become so worried about gains and losses, for fear that after opening the door, there would only be people left inside.He has been used to being frank all his life, and he seems to be able to do everything with ease, even for An Ran's feelings, he doesn't worry about it—whether he admits it or not, but his people and his heart have already inhabited irresistibly up.

But this time, he was really scared, afraid of losing, afraid of him being sad.

After turning the key half a turn, the lock was unlocked, and the door opened slowly.

He saw An Ran nestled on the small sofa where the two usually huddled together, watching TV while eating snacks.

"..." Mo Bajue stayed where he was at a loss for a while.

"Hey, are you back?" An Ran raised his eyebrows as a greeting, then pointed to the faint sunlight outside the window and said, "It's early enough."

Mo Bajue pursed his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "An Ran..."

An Ran stuffed a piece of potato chips into his mouth as if nothing had happened, and watched TV while chewing, "Huh?"

"I thought you……"

"You think I'm gone again?" An Ran finally moved his eyes away from the TV, and quickly retracted his eyes after seeing him blankly, "You think I'm a rebellious teenager? I run away from home every now and then."

Mo Bajue stepped forward, hugged him gently from behind, his arms slowly tightened, it hurt An Ran a little, but he didn't make a sound.

He waited all night and thought about it all night.

I always dislike a sofa that is too narrow on weekdays. It turns out that it is so spacious and empty when sitting alone.

The lights in the living room are always on, and the TV is always on. I always feel that if there is no sound, it will be too lonely.

Never been sad.

Mo Bajue's fingers trembled a little, but he still found his hand firmly, and then clasped his fingers together, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why didn't you leave?" Looking calm, it was even more uncomfortable in his eyes.

An Ran lowered his eyes, looked at the entangled fingers of the two, and said calmly, "I'm not a child, why lie to myself? Some things can be used to get angry, and some things... I can't afford to bet."

"I'm sorry." Mo Bajue took a deep breath while speaking, filling his lungs with air to suppress the tight pain in his chest, "I'm sorry."

Before the end sound could be retracted, his head was pulled down forcefully. The next second, An Ran raised a hand to touch the top of his head, messing up his hair, "Very good."

The eye circles are still a little red, but the corners of the lips are pulled up, "Very good, I can finally pet you like a dog."

"...An Ran?"

The usually neatly combed black hair was messed up, and before Mo Bajue could be surprised, the messy hand slid down and pinched his chin, followed by a passionate kiss that seemed to devour him.

With this person, as long as the skin is pressed and the lips are touched lightly, an irresistible enthusiasm will be ignited in the body.

The sudden proactive kiss made Mo Bajue puzzled but nervous. In the confusion, An Ran slightly rolled his eyes, "Hey, you idiot."

"Huh?" His voice was a little hoarse because of lust.

An Ran's clear eyes looked at him intently.

"I like you."

Mo Bajue widened his eyes in surprise.

Even though he has understood it long ago, the truly determined love language still makes him feel boundless joy and even more dissatisfaction.

"……Say it again."

"I love you."

"say it one more time."

"Now I'm going to have sex with you, and then you're going to explain what those whores are all about...uh..."

The body was suddenly pressed on the sofa, and the fiery lips were blocked. In the passionate kiss, Mo Bajue struggled to say the word "good", and everything else was drowned in the entanglement of desire.

At the same time, the morning news on TV began to broadcast, and the female anchor narrated the latest news in a cold and inorganic voice: "The police uncovered a fraud case of a prostitution gang this morning, and the mastermind has admitted that he forced and used underage boys and girls to prostitute , and used this to defraud and threaten clients with money, including drugging and raping a certain teenager, and framing the popular superstar An Ran..."

The shocking news became the gradually distant background sound in the small apartment.

Afterwards, An Ran asked suspiciously, "How on earth did you find that immortal jumping scum?"

Mo Bajue kissed his sweaty forehead, smiled and said, "Secret."

Don't let him know that he sacrificed his hue to buy MBs for several nights in a row.

Don't let him know that he was almost overwhelmed by MB in the hotel room countless times.

Don't let him know that he spent all his salary for this...

A month later, Han An's new film was shortlisted for the X Country Silver Palm Award.

Under the dazzling flashing lights, An Ran and Mo Bajue stepped out of the extended car with a smile on their faces. The photo of them walking side by side on the red carpet immediately became the headlines of major newspapers and magazines.

One day later, Mo Bajue received a phone call.

"Hey! Real Star! "After he left, the ratings dropped wildly, and finally decided to stop the broadcast. As the last episode, they hoped to invite Mo Bajue and An Ran, who had brought glory to the show, to participate in the interview.