Inner entertainment first vase

Shanglu opened his eyes, and the neck surrounded by him could feel his strength and temperature without hindrance.It is the tenacious strength of an adult man, not Shang Mingbao's fluffy arms every time he pounces on him, the faint smell of tobacco in his breath, not the sweet and greasy smell of a little girl.

The body in his arms suddenly became tense, and Ke Yu waited for a second, then two seconds. Seeing that Shanglu still had no response, he smiled, "Okay, it's not hard for you."

The unique texture of the voice is stained with an imperceptible sense of loss, which ordinary people would not notice—but Phytophthora is not an ordinary person. He has insight and capture ability that amaze even his instructors.Before his reason could make a good balance, his body rushed back impulsively the next second Ke Yu wanted to push him away.

The back was buckled forcefully and aggressively, and Ke Yu slammed into Shanglu's chest, and then was tightly locked by his arms.

Since he fell in love with archery at the age of eight, he has trained himself with professional requirements, twenty pounds, thirty pounds, fifty pounds-the recurve bow is fully drawn, and he can keep the posture for an hour without moving, from the arms to the back of the shoulder His muscles were tense, not even the slightest tremor.Seventy to eighty kilograms of photographic equipment, he lifted it easily without changing his face

But tonight the muscles clearly lost this delicate control.

Ke Yu clasped his shoulder blades, the shape and strength of his back rose and fell with his breath under his palm, it was a silent dormant male hormone.

In the blink of an eye, he pushed Phytolaca away and said, "Thank you."

"Teacher Ke, I've never hugged a boy before." Shang Lu lowered his arms, his voice was low, and he lost his usual ease.If you have to dig deeper, it seems that you are still a little confused and nervous.

An objective statement was tinged with varying degrees of ambiguity and ambiguity in the ears of the two of them.

Ke Yu followed her heart and said, "Would you like to be so cute?"

He obviously has a very unruly personality and temperament, but he has an indescribable cuteness. It's okay to always be respectful and polite to his elders. In front of him, a vase that accomplishes nothing, he always yells shortly. Ji just obediently said "I'm guilty"... Ke Yu sighed in her heart, she was so cute.

Shanglu said seriously: "...I don't like when you call me cute."

"Okay, okay," Ke Yu picked up his coat and shook it off, "Very manly, very manly, with a good figure."

Shanglu choked for a moment, and declined the coat he handed over: "You can wear it."

The wind and snow outside the window did not know when it stopped, the noisy wind was still, the thin snow covered the tile eaves, and was shrouded in a clean arc by the light from the window.Pushing open the courtyard door, there was a creaking sound of work boots stepping on the stone road.A strong wind wiped away the clouds, Ke Yu raised his head and said softly: "Stars."

Shang Lu raised his eyes, the snow-capped mountains were dotted with stars, everything was silent, space and time seemed to be at a standstill.

When he was speaking, he breathed out in a white voice: "It's time to finish work the day after tomorrow. Last time I said I wanted to take you to the Dali farm. Would you like to go?"

Ke Yu stood still, with an unspeakable smile on the corner of his mouth: "Did you hurt the hearts of many girls?"

"how?"

"Don't ask if you want to, but if you want to. Do you feel that you are very unruly?"

"What rules?"

"Since you are not interested in the other party, don't provoke the social rules of adults. Give you a chance to ask again."

Shanglu paused, "Do you want to go?"

"It's okay." Ke Yu walked up to him, smiled lowly and shook his head, "I'm beginning to feel sorry for the lead actor who will co-operate with you later."

"I treat everyone equally."

"The way you chase people doesn't treat people equally. Instead, it makes me think I'm unique and special enough. What should I do? You say you treat people equally, as if you're telling me that I'm actually not that special."

"You are special."

Ke Yu raised his head and smiled, his eyes were more shaped than the moon in the sky, "I know my head, so I can be special to the entertainment industry, but I can't be special in your heart."

"I..." Shang Lu frowned, as if he was caught in an unsolvable fallacy. After a while, he could only say, "You are also very special in my heart."

Ke Yu seemed to be waiting here, standing in front of him under the moonlight, wearing his coat, and said to him: "Okay, I will remember."

It was late at night, the courtyard was quiet, and the two wooden doors with red lacquer and copper rings were tightly closed.Ke Yu's body froze, and her footsteps stopped: "It's over."

"how?"

Ke Yu asked without hope: "Do you have the key to the courtyard?"

"..."

"Did you ask the butler to stay at the door?"

"..."

"Do you have the housekeeper's phone number?"

"..."

Ke Yu wiped his cold face.

Shanglu: "I have the phone number of the production director."

Ke Yu: "Dare to dial one and try."

Shanglu "..."

He took out his half-emptied phone and put it back in his trouser pocket.

"Okay, young master," Ke Yu nodded, "You know that you find a courtyard alone to help me give a play, and you ask me not to enter your room to avoid suspicion, and you ask for leave with the old Fu Caisi, but you don't know that you let the inn stay Door."

"...It was you who lied to the assistant."

Ke Yu glanced at him lazily, Shang Lu shut up obediently, and after a while, "It's so cold."

Ke Yu was laughed angrily, gritted his teeth and couldn't do anything about him. He wanted to take off his clothes for him, but he stepped forward and grabbed the collar: "No, you put it on."

The moonlight is very bright, and the stars are also bright, so that the two people fall into each other's eyes, and they are both bright and handsome.Ke Yu raised his chin and stared at him: "What should I do? I can't go back."

The movement of the latch and the wooden door opening and closing was as loud as a cat in heat at night, and Tang Zhuo Chengcheng couldn't wash it out when he was awakened.Shanglu observed the courtyard wall: "Turn over."

Ke Yu expressed regret and smiled slightly: "There is monitoring."

Shanglu: "...Knock on the door and call the housekeeper, you go in, I will find another place to sleep outside."

Ke Yu: "Master Shang, my assistant is very serious and responsible. I said I was in a bad mood and went to sleep first, so don't bother me. She will definitely pass on the spirit of this meeting to everyone in the crew within 5 minutes—so , in theory, I was already in the room."

"I can't sleep and come out to relax, but the housekeeper doesn't know where to go."

"Is the butler stupid?"

Shanglu looked at him helplessly.

"How did you find that aunt's house just now?"

"See, she didn't open an inn, restaurant, store, or tourist business. She is not fluent in Chinese, can't write Chinese, and is a party member—a probationary party member."

Ke Yu: "...you know all about this?"

Shang Lu put his hand to his lips and coughed lightly: "At noon, she asked me to help her copy the party application."

Ke Yu: "..."

"What if she can't write...don't laugh."

Ke Yu couldn't stand laughing, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous, and pressed his forehead into his chest, shaking all over.Shang Lu helplessly held his shoulders: "Three pages of manuscript paper, the pen is dry, and my hand is about to break—hey, don't laugh."

The laughter was muffled in Shanglu's arms, he couldn't even catch his breath, he tightly grasped the hem of his black cashmere sweater with both hands, and said out of breath, "...help."

How long did Auntie Naxi wait for such a once-in-a-thousand-year-old man who knocked on the door!

Shanglu half-hugged and half-protected him, for fear that he would faint from laughing, and there was a gentle smile on his face unconsciously.Ke Yu had had enough of laughing, and panted and said intermittently: "Then why...we go back to her place?"

"Stay overnight?"

"Stay overnight." Ke Yu was thinking, "You can go directly to the set tomorrow morning, and I'll go back to the yard later, even if I bump into it, it can be said that I came back from a walk in the morning, how about it?"

Seems like a solution.

The two walked back again. The short distance, narrow alleys, and stone roads melted by snow were illuminated by the moonlight, making them look like water. The light of "Tianyu Liufang" was still on at the corner of the eaves, and Shang Lu asked, "Do you know what the first day of rain and fragrance means?"

"It's raining, and it smells like flowers and plants?"

Shang Lu glanced at him: "It's very poetic, but the answer is wrong - it means go read, ancient Dongba script."

Ke Yu kept it silently in her heart: "What beautiful words."

"You know it's smooth sailing, how do you write it in Dongba characters?"

"how to write?"

"Three waves, a flat boat, and a little man holding a penny at the head of the boat. Dongba characters are pictographs, like paintings."

While talking, Ke Yu was deeply moved, and suddenly found another roll of rough paper in the deep pocket of his coat.

Like Dongba handmade paper.

He took it out, and unfolded it under the light of the moonlight and lamps. He knocked on the door three times, and he slowly unfolded it. This painting was drawn on it with a brush, and beside it was written "Smooth sailing" in four-character running script, and in the lower right corner was "Gift "Small Island" in small block letters.Holding the paper, he looked up at Shanglu unexpectedly.

"I learned it by accident in the kitchen at night. The owner of the house is Dongba of this village. He taught me to write and mentioned your name on a whim." After a pause, "It's just for fun, don't like it."

"I like it." Ke Yu said quickly, and his heart went up and down all night without stopping for a while, and then began to jump up and down, "Your handwriting is so beautiful."

"I practiced it since I was a child, and then I fell in love with painting and became unfamiliar."

While speaking, the door creaked open, Aunt Naxia showed doubts about the two people's going back and forth, and immediately realized that something might have been left behind?But no, the room was empty.Shanglu explained his intentions in the simplest and basic Chinese, and Auntie showed a look of embarrassment on her face, and raised her fingers to compare.

Ke Yu thought, 100 yuan per person? 1000 yuan per person?

Shanglu: "Only one room?"

Auntie nodded.

Shang Lu turned to Ke Yu, and before he could say anything, he heard him say, "It's okay."

The room is simple but tidy. The living room on the second floor smells nice incense, not too thick, and diffuses along the cracks, just right for falling asleep.There is an electric water heater for washing. Aunt Yue is very grateful to Shanglu for helping her copy the party application, and went to a small inn in the alley to borrow toiletries in the middle of the night.

The whip wounds on his back were not healed, and the water flowed over the raised blood scabs, irritating under the washing.Dark desires grow like vines, blooming charming flowers in the strange, small and hot bathroom.Ke Yu closed her eyes tightly, and groped for the wound with her fingers——

The bathroom with frosted paper was separated from the sink, and Phytophthora washed his face outside.

The tearing pain tortured the addiction repeatedly like needle pricks, Ke Yu held his breath, blood flowed from the newly opened wound, he climbed the wall and closed his lips tightly, panting deeply.

Auntie didn't tell him that the bathroom door couldn't be closed tightly.Its cylinder retracts and the door clicks very lightly - opening itself.

Then follow the inertia, and drive bigger little by little.

Until it is fully opened, the two worlds inside and outside can be seen at a glance without any secrets.

If you want to keep the secret, you must buckle the latch.

But Ke Yu didn't.

The hair on the forehead that was wet by the water flowed down, and Shang Lu raised his eyes. Through the wet water droplets on his eyelashes, he saw Ke Yu's unobstructed body and mottled wounds.

The author has something to say: It's not m, it's skin peeling syndrome (basically caused by anxiety, such as like to gnaw nails, tear lips, and tear the dead skin on the side of your thumb until it is deeply torn into the wound.

The most classic scene in film history should be Natalie Portman tearing off her thumb in "Black Swan". I still tremble when I think about it...

But Teacher Ke's congenital disease is not this.