Inner entertainment first vase

On the sixth day of rehearsal in Berlin, Ke Yu saw a snapshot on Shanglu's ins, which included green fields, bronze sculptures, red brick school buildings and an English translation of "The Sorrows of Young Werther" spread out.

He texted: "Where are you?"

Sure enough, as he expected, Shanglu was in Frankfurt, and he replied: "Goethe University"

Ke Yu dialed: "Have you come to Germany?"

Shang Lu said concisely: "I have something to do."

Ke Yu asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Shang Lu said casually, "Didn't you know? I didn't expect you, the actor, to care so much about my activities."

Ke Yu: "..."

Yes yes yes, he couldn't help but look at his ins, look at his daily life, see where he is doing recently, and have anything worth sharing.

There was a faint smile in Shang Lu's breath, but his words were slightly sarcastic: "Don't be so troublesome, you can ask directly next time."

Ke Yu asked directly: "Are you coming to Berlin?"

There was a second of hesitation on the other end of the phone, which seemed awkward.Ke Yu waited, and couldn't help urging a little: "Don't you have time? Not even a day?"

The sun poured in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, making people drowsy. Shanglu sat in the waiting hall, the ice cubes in the coffee in his hand melted, and he took a sip before asking: "Do you miss me?" Yet?"

Ke Yu choked, "A little bit." He reluctantly admitted.

Hearing his answer, Shang Lu couldn't help pursing his lips, "It's just a little bit, you can overcome it yourself."

Ke Yu: "..."

Is it human?

Shanglu squinted at the sun under the clear sky. The huge red-painted plane was slowly turning under the guidance of the ground. He stood up and walked towards the smoking area with his coffee cup up. Why is it so difficult to listen to you being coquettish?"

Without waiting for Ke Yu to say anything, he hung up the phone directly.Jet lag makes him sometimes excited and sometimes tired. In the past three or four days, he would only think of smoking a cigarette when he was in a bad mood, but these days he has to smoke two or three a day to refresh himself.In the lingering smoke, the mobile phone vibrated, he bit the cigarette and glanced down, Ke Yu obediently said three words: "I miss you very much".

After posting, my heart was flustered, my ears were a little red, and my face was hot. I went to the bathroom and poured cold water. When I came back, everyone found that he had returned to his calm and calm appearance. Where did he come from? Knowing that the oriental lead actor was still worried, he was absent-mindedly waiting for the reply from Frankfurt.

But Shanglu never replied to him.During the break, Ke Yu dialed the voice, but Shanglu didn't answer.

The rehearsal ended at four o'clock in the afternoon, and Ke Yu had no arrangements, so he had dinner with the actors.A group of people found a restaurant, eating secondly, mainly for drinking.Ke Yu's mind was not here, and he seemed to be out of his mind, but everyone was very used to his wandering, and even attributed it to the natural reservation of the oriental people. Only Oli, who was sitting next to him, asked: "What are you thinking about?" ?”

Ke Yu was thinking about the feasibility of going to Shanglu by himself, and whatever he was thinking about, he opened his mouth and said, "Frankfurt."

Oli asked unexpectedly, "Do you want to go to Frankfurt?"

Ke Yu simply showed his cards: "Go now, come back at noon tomorrow, is there time?"

Oli is Stella's assistant, she knows all the arrangements like the back of her hand, silently calculating the round-trip time and tomorrow's itinerary, "It's too late... But aren't you tired?"

Ke Yu is very active, and has already clicked on the contact information of the troupe's administrative assistant, telling her to immediately book a flight that can be caught at the earliest in the evening, and said succinctly: "I'm not tired."

Three minutes later, the other party sent him a screenshot of the details of the successful ticket issuance. Ke Yu picked up his mobile phone and said, "I'm leaving first, let Stella know for me."

It was still daylight at the dining bar, he waited for the taxi, lit a cigarette by the way, looked through the window of the dining bar, and saw him in the shade with a slender figure and a loose posture, with his sleeves rolled up and his wrists inserted into his trouser pockets From time to time, he walked back and forth very slowly with his head down, thinking while dusting off the cigarette ash, and the golden sunset fell on his body through the shadow of the trees.

The girls in the troupe all looked at him, bumping each other's shoulders and laughing.

Ke Yu reached out to stop the yellow taxi, opened the door, and the phone rang.He sat down in the back seat and heard Shanglu asking, "Where is it?"

The car door was slammed shut. Ke Yu wanted to go back to the hotel to get his passport, so he told the driver the hotel address, and then said to Shanglu, "the airport."

Shang Lu was taken aback for a moment, a trace of imperceptible panic rarely emerged in his tone, "What are you doing at the airport? Are you leaving Berlin?"

Ke Yu held the mobile phone in one ear, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt again, and said with a smile: "Yes, who told you not to answer me?"

Shang Lu was caught off guard by his complaints and questioning, he raised his wrist to look at his watch, "...Ke Yu," he whispered helplessly, "Are you being reasonable? It's only been an hour and five since the last contact. 10 minutes."

"It's been too long." Ke Yu said bluntly, "I can't bear it."

Shanglu couldn't stand him.Sometimes reserved and sometimes direct, even the victim's heart went from hot to cold, fast to slow, like a patient with severe palpitations.

Ke Yu didn't know it. After rolling up both sleeves, relying on the driver's inability to understand Chinese, he cut out from WeChat while driving, opened the map to check the route and road conditions, and said casually: "You can't come here, so I have to go and find the driver. What do you want me to eat when we arrive? Hungry."

Shanglu was led by him, originally wanted to say that he knew that a restaurant's sausage was excellent, "Xiang—" just said a word, and it didn't feel right.

Ke Yu's face was on fire: "I didn't see you for this..."

Shang Lu faintly collapsed under his cold face: "That's not what it means!"

Ke Yu said nonchalantly: "...It's not impossible."

The driver held the steering wheel and glanced up quickly at him in the rearview mirror.

Shanglu was so teased that he almost stopped breathing, and Ke Yu kindly explained, "I mean the restaurant."

Shanglu: "..." He had no choice but to pull back the game as soon as possible, and said in a cold and gentlemanly tone with regret: "The proposal is very good, but I'm sorry, I'm not in Frankfurt anymore."

The hotel building is close at hand, and the taxi drove slowly into the roundabout of the fountain in the dusk. Ke Yu took out the banknotes to pay, and was stunned when he heard this sentence: "Then where are you?"

Another taxi drove in, and the concierge bent down to open the door for it.Ke Yu was stepping into the revolving door, and the moment the air-conditioning mixed with the scent of white tea rushed towards his face, Shanglu's voice came from the receiver and reality at the same time: "Behind you."

Ke Yu turned around, forgetting to make an expression.Phytophthora was wearing a simple black oversize T-shirt, with a crocodile pendant around his neck. He looked very much like the side he first saw in the village in the city a few years ago. He was tall, rebellious, and his eyes were keen and undisciplined.He hung up the phone and told him briefly: "Don't go."

Ke Yu stood waiting for him, watching the concierge remove the suitcase and backpack from the trunk.

With so much luggage.He raised the corners of his lips, but his face remained calm, and he asked in a steady tone: "How many days?"

Shang Lu was really cold: "I just stopped by to see you, and I will leave in a day or two."

"Oh," Ke Yu nodded, looking behind her, "a lot of luggage."

Shang Lu shook the pot quickly: "I will be a purchasing agent for Shang Mingbao." Ke Yu walked side by side with him. The lobby is grand and bright, but there are not many guests. He leaned close to Shang Lu's ear, and his breath was fragrant and warm On Shang Lu's sensitive ears: "Mr. Lu, you are exhausted and sleep by yourself. Can you sleep?"

Ten minutes later, he was kissed by Shang Lu and pushed into the room, and was told by the other party what it means to "can't sleep" physically and forcefully.

When Stella called to invite him downstairs for evening tea, Ke Yu held his phone and struggled to stop his breath, "madam." He learned the French pronunciation of madam, and it was a bit unbearable to listen to pokeweed.

Stella didn't know what to say over there. Ke Yu swallowed a few times at his Adam's apple. He closed his eyes and felt the blackness in front of his eyes. He grasped the bed sheet with his left hand and said in a low and hoarse voice: "In an hour, it's okay. ,...No, I'm not sick,...Well, I'll drink more—" The weird ending sound was finally endured after Stella hung up the phone.

The phone falls on the rug.

Shanglu held his slender neck, forcing him to tilt his face to kiss him deeply, and asked him calmly, "What do you want to drink?"

Ke Yu couldn't answer, but was very full.

Stella came to him just to chat. She liked to chat with Ke Yu very much. Although she was not from a major, she didn't think Ke Yu was a vase with nothing to say.On the contrary, Ke Yu went downstairs with plans and questions, and Shang Lu asked him to ask about the work arrangements before and after the film festival.

"It's the beginning of next month," Ke Yu wrote down the to-do reminder on the calendar, "do you have anything else to order?"

Stella raised a few points, concerned about the progress: "How about the first review of the script?"

"The preliminary trial can be concluded this week. There are many interesting stories, but we have to review it again with Shanglu."

Stella hooked her glasses: "The one who was in your room just now was Phytophthora?"

Ke Yu was still leaning on the sofa loosely just now, but now all of a sudden his fingers and every blood vessel and nerve were tense, and he said bravely, "...it's him."

Stella blinked: "It's okay, I would have hidden it for you if it wasn't for him."

Ke Yu broke down and said, "It's really him!"

Stella said kindly: "I understand, absurdity is the privilege of young people, and I was like this when I was young, but I still need to be restrained."

Ke Yu didn't know whether to thank Madam for her kindness, and then she heard Stella say: "... After all, you two have to go to the island to get along with each other for five days."

Ke Yu: "..."

The St. Helena Film Festival was held at the beginning of August, which happened to be two weeks staggered from the tour time, which was enough for him to recover after taking leave.The script submitted for review has almost been read, and while he and Shanglu are messing around, the main energy is still on the review work.The two have a tacit understanding, but there are also disagreements. Sometimes when the quarrel is urgent, Shanglu will take off his glasses, point at him by the frame and scold him: "It's a bunch of nonsense!" Wanted to kiss him.

He also really kissed him, not so much as a hug, but as hanging on his body, with his face raised so that he was suffocated by Shanglu's kiss.

It was time and again that Shang Lu realized, isn't this just acting like a baby?

... Afterwards, when they quarreled, they were a little aggressive on purpose.

However, although Shanglu fled to the European continent, the family affairs did not let him go.Wen Youyi is not in a good state. She always talks about how thrillingly Shang Shao and Shang Yuye had a quarrel today, and how Shang Shaoye attacked Shang Shao on the board of directors, making it hard for everyone to get off the stage, while she wanted to comfort her eldest son. , and at the same time appease the husband who is on the verge of anger, it is already very powerless.

When Wen Youyi and Shang Lu made phone calls or made video calls, Ke Yu avoided them on purpose. He didn't know what happened, he only knew that Shang Lu was in a rare state of distress.

When Shang Lu mentioned that Shang Xiye and Wen Youyi should come to Berlin to watch a drama, Ke Yu instantly became nervous.

"What should I prepare?" He thought for a while: "Do you need to arrange a restaurant? Do you want to prepare a meeting ceremony?"

No, this is not the point, the point is that he is going to see the two elders for the second time.For the endless regret left by the first time, he will...he has the opportunity to make up for it this time.

Shang Lu's eyes were still on the script, he turned over a page of the script, and said lightly: "No, they just came to watch the show to relax."

Ke Yu didn't realize anything yet, and the corners of his lips were still pursed: "Okay, then I will arrange a time in advance—"

Shang Lu closed the script: "Ke Yu, what I mean is, I won't arrange for you to meet, and they didn't mean it either."

Ke Yu was dazed and ignorant for a moment, then blinked lightly and quickly: "That's it."

He nodded, too.They are the parents of the ex-boyfriend, so they cannot be easily met.

If Shang Lu took him to meet his parents again, wouldn't they be reconciled?When the mirror is broken, it takes a lot of courage and a long time to find all the shining and precious pieces, and you have to risk your hands being cut, or you will be lost forever and can’t find it. How can it be so simple? Things, if you say reconciliation, you will reconcile, if you say it is the same as before?

When the editing point of a movie ends here, it will be interrupted, and the audience will understand when it is continued. Look, there is a breaking point in editing. This is a montage of life.

Ke Yu turned around and tidied up the table, stacking up the reviewed and annotated scripts one by one.

Just remembering the first time Shanglu invited him home, there was still a subtle pain in my heart.

"Don't think too much," Shang Lu said.

Ke Yu nodded, laughed again, and smoothed out a trace of indentation on the cover of the script with a downcast face, "No, you don't think too much, I just heard that your parents are coming, and you want to do your best to your friends. Yi," he raised his eyes, "I even forgot that we have another relationship. You are right, it is not convenient to meet each other. Then you can say hello to my uncle and aunt. If they are interested in the backstage... ..."

He started to talk more inexplicably, and he knew that he was talking a lot at the moment, and he also knew that he shouldn't be talking so much at the moment, but he just couldn't stop, and he lost his composure, and his tone became light and urgent, like his breathing at the moment, every time Every word ends with a heavy, oxygen-poor rush.

"Ke Yu—" Shang Lu stood up, grabbed his wrist suddenly, and stared at him with deep and dark eyes, "Stop talking, take a deep breath."

He's out of breath again?

Ke Yu reacted slowly, and pressed her lips together tightly.

Shang Lu still clasped his hand: "You have to give me time."