No.30 Eight Lovers

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Park Chanyeol sat in the coffee shed with his chin propped up and watched the drizzle falling from the sky, seemingly bored.He stretched out his hand, and the raindrops dripping down the ribs hit his palm heavily.

"Hey - it's so cold."

Shivering, Park Chanyeol withdrew his hand and looked down at the black tablet.

Today, Luhan left with Oh Sehun, even for breakfast, Park Chanyeol couldn't let Luhan stay with him to eat.

I'm so hungry, I haven't touched any water for breakfast.

Looking at the sad faces of the staff in the studio not far away, and looking at the rain that didn't stop at all, that's all!Park Chanyeol got up and wanted to call it a day.

"Etc., etc!"

Baekhyun appeared in front of Park Chanyeol panting with his shoes on, looked down at his watch, a little sorry, "I'm sorry for the traffic jam!"

Bian Boxian dressed very seriously today, black suit and white shirt, but now he is in a mess.With purple hair drooping on his head along with the rain, with his ripped suit and bare feet, he looked pitiful, like a wet little white dog.

The time seems to have returned to that early morning, when Park Chanyeol opened the door, he saw Luhan shivering in the cold wind, stubborn and strong.

Subconsciously, Park Chanyeol stretched out his hand to pull Baekhyun in the rain, and walked all the way to the studio.

"Master, are you still shooting?"

"towel!"

A brand new white towel was stuffed into Bian Baekhyun's hand, and the other covered his head.

"Ask the makeup artist to find some clothes for him to put on first, and prepare to shoot the interior poster."

Baekhyun opened his eyes, staring at Park Chanyeol, who was much taller than him, in a daze.Park Chanyeol is a weird body, sometimes childish and sometimes serious and handsome, looking at him with a simple mind and well-developed limbs, but he seems to be wise and foolish.

"Thinking about what?"

Feeling the strength on his head, Baekhyun came back to his senses. Park Chanyeol gently rubbed Baekhyun's hair through the towel. The pure cotton towel rubbed against his face, which was soft and very comfortable.

"Out of your mind?" Park Chanyeol slightly bent over and frowned, looked at Baekhyun at the same level, and approached his face as if examining him.

For no reason, Baekhyun closed his eyes, that subconscious action was like when Baekhyun reached out to wipe the brownie crumbs from the corners of his mouth when he first met Park Chanyeol, even he himself couldn't explain why. Behavior, as if there is someone living in the body.

"It's really stupid." Park Chanyeol shook his head, straightened up, "Bery, take this little guy to change clothes and make up!"

Holding an umbrella, Huang Zitao got out of the nanny car with a smile, waved to the fans who were waiting in the rain, and quickened his pace into the company.

Huang Zitao is still called Huang Zitao, but it's not what it used to be.The skyrocketing popularity and net worth brought him once again to the boiling point when he first debuted.

Wu Shixun's loneliness is like a sunset, people finally see the light different from the sun.

He closed the umbrella and handed it to the assistant beside him, and stood in front of the elevator door and watched the red numbers on the display screen keep refreshing and shrinking.

Ding--

The door opened slowly, holding the documents, the man who was talking on the phone with his head bowed hurriedly, crashed into the chest of the young man standing at the elevator entrance, the documents in his arms were scattered all over the floor, together with the phone that was on the phone.

"Uh, sorry..."

Looking up at the man who was hit by him, what Jin Junmian saw was the boy who was looking at him.

Even though they were in the same company, it seemed like they hadn't seen each other for several years.The boy gradually matured from the green onion, his chest became thicker, and the punk hairstyle dyed brown looked more mature and sexy against his fair complexion.

Looking at it like this, the child holding a stick to protect himself behind him turned into a majestic man in the blink of an eye, and everything seemed like a lifetime away.

"Brother Junmian..."

"Ah! Phone!"

Kneeling down, Jin Junmian, who picked up the documents, frantically stuffed the folders on the ground into his arms, and the mobile phone automatically shut down due to the huge impact.

"Now you've become an errand runner? Where's your Wu Shixun, Jin Junmian?"

Austin looked down at Jin Junmian, who was squatting down, his contempt and disdain poured down like a waterfall because of the height difference.

With a sneer, Jin Junmian stood up slowly, looking straight into Austin's sly eyes like fox eyes, "Sehun is just resting, he will be back."

Maybe it was unintentional when he said it, but the listener always thought much more complicated. Huang Zitao, who was watching Jin Junmian, never moved his eyes away, his gaze was like a torch, and the hand hanging by his side clenched his fist because of Jin Junmian's words.

Even if Wu Shixun is gone, he will not look at himself, he will wait for Wu Shixun to come back, just like he will wait for him to take over himself.

"Does it matter whether he comes back or not?" Austin patted Huang Zitao's back lightly, flaunting a bit, "Do you think Wu Shixun is still the same Wu Shixun?"

When meeting Huang Zitao's gaze, Jin Junmian turned away without stopping, and turned to look at Austin, smiling with the corners of his mouth curled up, reminiscent of Wu Shixun's disdain and indifference, "If you have time to talk about this here, it's better to give it to your artist Find some endorsement work. Let me tell you that my artist Baekhyun has officially joined the Had endorsement family, and you should know what that means."

The stupid man was forever calm and angry. Seeing Austin's face changed drastically, Jin Junmian felt contempt from the bottom of his heart. He didn't say anything, and missed Austin with the documents and left.

"Tao?"

Looking down at the hand holding his arm, Jin Junmian, who had been trying to escape, finally stopped.

"Brother didn't talk to me properly," Huang Zitao smiled, like a child, with a simple smile, "Don't you miss me?"

Only Jin Junmian could feel the strength from his arm. The steel ring in Huang Zitao's hand hurt him so much that he wanted to cry, really wanted to cry...

"Zitao let go!" The hand that was trying to break free was gripped even tighter, Jin Junmian dropped the document in his hand, and with his free hand tried hard to break Huang Zitao's fingers tightly clasped to him, but the child's hand didn't move at all.Anxious for no reason, the good-tempered Jin Junmian roared like "Tao, you don't listen to brother's words?!"

Huang Zitao didn't have any expression, as if he couldn't hear Jin Junmian's voice, he stared at him intently, as if he wanted to pierce his eyes and see his heart.

"Huang Zitao, what are you doing?!"

The elevator next to him also reached the bottom floor, and opened slowly, ignoring his manager's scolding. Huang Zitao pulled Jin Junmian into another elevator.

In the closed elevator, the silent two had cold faces.

"Stop it."

There was no answer, and as the elevator door opened again, Huang Zitao pulled Jin Junmian out of the elevator, and climbed up to the top floor along the dilapidated iron stairs.

"Be careful!"

Jin Junmian's skills will never be as flexible as Huang Zitao's, for this reason Huang Zitao even laughed at him.When Huang Zitao was a child, Jin Junmian said, "I'll go up first, and I'll pull you." ’, the result was that Huang Zitao climbed up like a monkey, and stretched out his hand with a smile, ‘Brother, be careful! '

"Brother, be careful!" Huang Zitao shook his hand, "I'll pull you."

Holding Huang Zitao's hand that was bigger than his own, Jin Junmian went up to the top floor.

When Huang Zitao was still a trainee, he always liked to do his homework here. His grades were a bit miserable, and he couldn't do well in every subject except sports with full marks.Huang Zitao didn't care, he said that being a star doesn't need to be too smart, Jin Junmian gave him a shudder, 'I don't want to be too stupid an artist! ', so Huang Zitao finally dug out that brand new language book.

After a few years, those events are still vivid in my memory, Huang Zitao's appearance of dozing off with a book in his hand is still so clear.

"Brother, do you know what the root of 16 is?"

Huang Zitao sat on the moss-grown wooden board, raised his hand and asked with a smile.

"Zitao..."

But Jin Junmian slowly felt distressed and helpless.

"It's 4! Do you know what the root of 4 is?"

"Huang Zitao!"

"It's 2!" As if he couldn't hear Jin Junmian's deafening roar, Huang Zitao continued his question, "What about the root of 2?"

"Huang Zitao, I beg you! You can't ruin your future!"

"It's an irrational number..." Seeing Jin Junmian's hysteria, Huang Zitao's smile became bitter, "Brother, I want to be with you, as you said, the number obtained by taking the root of 2 is meaningless, why did you let Myself!"

"You work so hard, how can I let you make the same mistakes as Sehun! You are still so young, these things will destroy you!"

Huang Zitao looked at Jin Junmian through the drizzle, like a strong top light, sharpened his edges, leaving fine burrs, which made his eyes hurt.

"Brother, I thought you would see me if I won Wu Shixun..." Huang Zitao's voice turned nasal as his eyes, which hadn't shed tears for a long time, were dry and red, "I still lost, he can do it for Lu Han But I can’t do it for you! I hate that you always treat me like a child, obviously I’ve been protecting you, right?! I’m taller than my brother, I’m stronger than my brother, I can really protect my brother like a big man Yes! Why don’t you believe that Zitao can do it?!”

"Tao, I don't want you to work so hard..."

"Brother doesn't want me to be the hardest time for me!" Through the drizzle, Huang Zitao stretched out his hand to clasp the back of Jin Junmian's neck, and with a tug, it touched his lips.

Crybaby Huang Zitao cried again...

In the ear was Jin Junmian's warm teasing, Huang Zitao was crying and kissing, he was not afraid of the kiss scene, he was biting aggressively like a man, but he was as disorganized as a child messing around.

The rain kept pattering, but it wasn't heavy but it still made Jin Junmian drenched.Wearing a jacket that was too big for a teenager, his lips and tongue were still numb, and there was a faint scent of mint in his mouth.

Looking at the back of Huang Zitao who blushed like a child and hurried away, after a long time, Jin Junmian still smiled, a little sweet and a little helpless.

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