Mr. Yan, break up

When Yuxue gradually disappeared from sight, Fu Yan's eyelids could no longer hold on, and they closed heavily.

"Card!"

Everyone was startled by this sentence, as if waking up from a dream.

"Perfect, very good!"

Song Chuan got up from the ground, and Qi Qianchen's shot hit his chest just now. In order to act realistically, Song Chuan fell down straight, without any cushion, and his elbow hit the ground directly. I don't know if he hit it. fractured bone.

He rubbed his arms, the director came over at some point, and said to him very approvingly: "The line you added just now is really infectious, very good."

Yes, the line after Song Chuan fell was not in the original script, he added it himself.

Yan Jingting's eyes fell on him. Having just read the script, he knew very well that the last sentence was Song Chuan's improvisation.

He suddenly had a feeling that the back of Yuxue who was running away in a hurry gradually faded, the voices of greetings around him gradually faded, the scorching sun and sunny days gradually became farther and farther away, and all the scenes changed. Chuan staggered out of the abandoned factory gate.

"It turns out that everything is used. You never loved me."

Was that what Song Chuan thought at the time?

Yan Jingting looked over to Song Chuan, and found that he had been surrounded by everyone, surrounded by people who praised him, and said that he was dedicated, and even died so realistically. The director patted him on the shoulder and smiled and said that he wanted to ask for a Cooperate next time.

Song Chuan was crowded in the middle, slightly cramped, he had opened the door to the entertainment industry, and he didn't lose the chain when he participated in a big production for the first time. His business ability was strong enough, and his strength was strong enough. The director of "Rui Xue" has won many awards, and the reputation of his works is not bad. Song Chuan left a good impression on the director, which is also a good start.

Yan Jingting suddenly felt that he seemed to be getting farther and farther away from Song Chuan. The current Song Chuan... seemed to be no longer the Song Chuan who he could see when he turned his head, and who could be reached by hooking his fingers.

He has completely separated from himself, has his own life, has his own work, and has his own communication.

Most importantly, in Song Chuan's heart, it seemed that he had become unimportant.

Yan Jingting clenched the hand hanging by his side, this feeling made him very uncomfortable.

Song Chuan's character died early, and the finale was also early. Some of the crew got together and gave him a simple finale banquet. After the finale banquet was over, Song Chuan took the money and left, and the others continued to work again.

This time, as the male third of a big production, the money he got was not small, at least it greatly exceeded his expectations.And the director is also very satisfied with him, and said that he looks forward to working with him next time.

In other words, Song Chuan is about to make it through.

On the night of the finale, the first thing Song Chuan did was to call Lin Yue, tell him the good news, and invite him to dinner.Lin Yue squeezed out time and rushed back from the set.

The two met at a famous Sichuan restaurant in this city. Song Chuan came early, and Lin Yue came late after waiting for a while.

Lin Yue came in from the door, still dressed in a rather retro style, with a brown-gray jacket and Martin boots.It's just that I haven't seen him for a while, and Lin Yue's hair has grown a little bit longer. The middle-length hair, which was originally quite chic, has now evolved into a savage style, loosely tied behind his head.

"The set was delayed by something, I'm late, sorry." Lin Yue was tired all over his body, and his eye sockets were black and blue, as if he hadn't slept well for a long time.

Song Chuan poured a glass of water for him: "What's the matter recently, why are you so tired?"

"It's nothing, it's just that there is a problem with the actor's salary, and it's not a big deal." Lin Yue said lightly, but Song Chuan could tell from his eyes that it was definitely not a trivial matter.

Since Lin Yue didn't want to talk about it, it was inconvenient for Song Chuan to ask more questions. When the food was served, the wine Song Chuan ordered was also served.

There were only two of them, Song Chuan couldn't drink, and replaced wine with tea. Originally, Song Chuan only wanted to make Lin Yue drink something interesting.Unexpectedly, Lin Yue was in trouble on the set. He was already in a bad mood these days, but also happy for Song Chuan. When these two moods were mixed, the result was that Lin Yue drank a lot by himself.

Bottle by bottle, Song Chuan lowered his head and glanced at the empty bottle at his feet, then looked at Lin Yue, whose eyes were blurred, and finally grabbed his wrist, stopping the wine glass that was about to be delivered to his mouth: "You This is to congratulate me, I haven't heard a word of congratulations until now, I only see you keep pouring down the wine, why, you are going to make me poor?"

Lin Yue blushed as if drunk, staring at Song Chuan and his overlapping hands for a long time, his Adam's apple twitched, and looked up to Song Chuan's face, wishing to carve the other's eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips. in my head.

Song Chuan thought that he was so drunk that his brain was dazed, so he sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I'll take you home."

Lin Yue suddenly laughed softly, hiccupped, and said softly, "Congratulations."

Song Chuan: "..."

Do people who drink alcohol have such a long reflex arc?

"Okay, thank you." Song Chuan followed his words like coaxing a child.He raised his hand to call the waiter, paid the money, supported one of Lin Yue's arms, and lifted him up from the chair. Lin Yue, who was about 1.8 meters tall, was pressing on Song Chuan's body. Song Chuan was already very weak. He felt that if he staggered down, he would fall to the ground and couldn't get up.

Fortunately, the waiter in the hotel was extremely thoughtful and helped Song Chuan carry Lin Yue to the road, and then successfully sent the two of them to the taxi.

Song Chuan settled Lin Yue down, searched his memory, and gave the address to the master driver. The master glanced at the drunk Lin Yue in the rearview mirror, and said, "Take the bus, two hundred dollars a time." .”

Song Chuan: "..."

The car drove all the way out and hit the deceleration wheel. As the car bumped, Lin Yue's whole body seemed to have no bones, and he collapsed directly on the chair, with his head resting on Song Chuan's shoulder.

Song Chuan's body froze, and the breath he exhaled smelled of alcohol, so strong that he felt a little sick.

Song Chuan resisted the discomfort, opened the window, and the wind came in through the window, it was much fresher after all.

Not long after, the car stopped outside the gate of Linyue Community. Song Chuan paid the money, dragged him out of the car, and walked inside.Song Chuan cheered himself up silently. He didn't know how many times he recited "Victory is at hand, the people can't give up." Just when Song Chuan felt that he was about to die from exhaustion, he finally walked to Lin Yue's door.

Song Chuan opened the door and carried him in. When he was thrown on the bed, he collapsed on the ground, exhaling heavily. This feeling was like running a marathon.

After enough rest, Lin Yue fell on the bed sideways, apparently sleeping like a dead, Song Chuan moved his shoulders and walked out of the bedroom door.There wasn't even a place to walk in the living room, Lin Yue's house seemed to have been burglarized, and the clothes and pants in the living room were thrown around casually.

Song Chuan clearly remembered that he came to Lin Yue's house once before, and that time it was considered neat.From this point of view, in order to welcome him, Lin Yue really put a lot of effort into cleaning up the room.

The clothes and pants on the floor were thrown from the bedroom to the living room. Song Chuan came out of the bedroom and picked up the clothes all the way.Although Song Chuan doesn't have a cleanliness habit, it doesn't mean he can look at this kind of room that has been robbed. He kindly put away his clothes, folded them neatly and put them on the sofa.

As soon as Song Chuan finished folding his clothes, he vaguely sensed that there was someone behind him. He turned around and found that it was Lin Yue who walked out at some time.I don't know if he is awake or sleepwalking, his whole limbs are scattered, as if only the main torso of his body is supporting him, he looks like a thousand-year-old zombie.

Song Chuan said angrily: "What are you doing if you don't sleep, you're playing ghosts."

Lin Yue didn't respond, just looked at him blankly.

Song Chuan was a little puzzled, and Lin Yue looked at him very strangely.

His eyes were gloomy, and there was... an indescribable longing?

Could it be that he was possessed by a ghost?

Song Chuan felt a chill in his heart. In the middle of the night, there were only two living people in the room, and one of them was not normal. It was hard not to feel terrified.

"Ayue?" Song Chuan tried to call out.

Lin Yue seemed to be unable to hear anything, staring at him, and slowly approached.

Song Chuan instinctively sensed the danger, and took a few steps back until his calf hit the sofa behind him: "A Yue... are you alright?"

Lin Yue approached step by step, and when he got close, he suddenly hugged Song Chuan into his arms.

"Ayue! Ayue!" Song Chuan struggled desperately, Lin Yue's strength was astonishing, the more he struggled, the tighter he was, "Lin Yue!"

Lin Yue was stunned for a while by the name and surname. Song Chuan thought he had recovered, but who knew that he hugged Song Chuan tightly again, greedily sucking the smell of his body, and kept murmuring in his mouth. Muttering: "Xiao Chuan, Xiao Chuan, Xiao Chuan... I like you."

Song Chuan thought he was hallucinating, but the earnestness of this sentence was not an auditory hallucination at all!

That is Lin Yue crazy.

"You are crazy!"

"I'm not crazy, Xiao Chuan." Lin Yue called out in a low voice, with a faint cry in his voice, "I love you, I really love you, Xiao Chuan, stay with me."

Song Chuan was imprisoned by him and could not escape. The only thing he could do was to bite Lin Yue hard on the neck.

This sudden pain stimulated Lin Yue, and he became more and more crazy.

Lin Yue pressed him on the sofa, and the clothes Song Chuan had just folded were pressed under him, and he was in a mess as he struggled.His cold hands had already penetrated into Song Chuan's shirt, but fortunately his inner lining was tucked into his trousers, Lin Yue touched for a long time but only through the shirt.

But Lin Yue's hand became more and more impatient, and it had already gone down and touched Song Chuan's belt...