Inner entertainment first vase

Shanglu got up from the sofa, "It depends on your time, it's fine."

Ke Yu said "Okay", Shang Lu looked back at Pei Zhihe, walked a little further, and opened the door leading to the courtyard garden, "Just ask this?"

"Ah."

After asking, he didn't say goodbye.

Shang Lu was standing next to the Podocarpus pine whose branches were broken by Ke Yu, looked up at the moon, and said, "What should I do, I want to hear something else."

Ke Yu paused, then said from the bottom of his heart: "I miss you a little bit."

Shanglu smiled: "A little bit?"

"A little bit."

"Send me your latest itinerary, okay?"

Ke Yu said yes, Shanglu thought for a while, his tone became low, and he asked, "Is the injury on your back healed?"

The scabs don't fall off so easily.It's just that the deformed desire to endure the pain to peel off has subsided. This time, these wounds are healing seriously like never before.

Ke Yu took a puff of smoke lightly, and asked knowingly, "Why do you care about this?"

"I'm afraid you will hurt."

Ke Yu smiled softly, "Okay," he brushed off the cigarette ash, "I'll tell you when it doesn't hurt."

They are all playing charades, playing a charade that is tacit to each other and cannot be articulated, but it is even more unbearable in such implicitness.

Shanglu's throat was tickled by him, and he turned back to find water to drink.The ice cubes in the ice bucket were originally prepared for Pei Zhihe, but he poured them into the cup with a splash.The water turned into ice water, and he raised his neck and took two sips from the cup.

Ke Yu heard him drinking water and stood up.The dark floor-to-ceiling windows framed the lights of Ning City, above which reflected the quiet and lazy him with smoke.

Shanglu finished drinking the water under Pei Zhihe's gaze, "Make your cat behave."

Ke Yu looked at the five little things who were blamed innocently, bent over and picked up Jin Jianlayer and stroked them: "Got it, Little Brother Lu."

Pei Zhihe waited for him to finish the call, without asking who it was, he just sipped his whiskey and asked logically, "Have you booked the ticket to Vienna?"

The New Year's Concert will be coming soon. When he was still in France, it was already his and Phykola's custom to go to the Golden Hall on January [-]st every year for the New Year's Eve.To sit in the auditorium with Phytophthora and listen to the orchestra conductor lead the members to say the customary "Prosit Neujahr" to the audience is the real way to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.Although there are times when the trip cannot be made due to various reasons, but this year, Pei Zhihe does not want Shanglu to miss the appointment.After that, his orchestra will perform at the National Opera House for another three days. Phytophthora can just attend, and he has reserved the tickets.

Shang Lu was logging into his mailbox on his ipad to check the itinerary email sent by Ke Yu, but he didn't react for a while, "What are you going to do in Vienna?"

He didn't even lift his head, his eyes only stayed on the screen, and he switched out the calendar while splitting the screen, making notes on it.Pei Zhihe didn't make a sound for a while, and Shanglu didn't notice either.The quiet time was too long, and he raised his head belatedly: "What's wrong?"

Pei Zhihe remained expressionless, controlling his gaze not to look at what he was recording, and asked softly in a steady tone, "Aren't you going to the New Year's concert?"

Shang Lu was startled, and smiled softly: "So soon, it turns out that it's almost the New Year again."

"You don't remember the New Year, and you don't remember your own birthday, but here you write down the itinerary of some celebrity in the calendar word by word——Shanglu, what's going on with you?"

Shanglu pressed the lock screen button: "Zhihe, I told you, don't look at my privacy."

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose." Pei Zhihe controlled his tone, his chest suppressed heaves: "You've never been a star fan, how long have you been back to China? Why are you so interested in an actor? You promised me, As long as I return to China, you will definitely be here, and I will leave the day after tomorrow, if I don’t come to you today, will you go to Hong Kong to find me?”

"Yes." Shang Lu answered him first, and then corrected: "Don't use the word 'actor'. Acting and directing are both art and work. Aunt Su is also an actor. If you define it in your heart, she will be sad." .”

It was fine if he didn't mention Su Huizhen, but when he did, Pei Zhihe immediately stood up: "My mother is the queen of the movie, you have performed so badly that even a gentle person like Teacher Yan would publicly name and criticize her." Can anyone compare to her?"

Yan Lilan is a leading figure in Hong Kong's cultural scene. Although he doesn't direct plays himself, he writes scripts, composes music, writes inscriptions, and writes film reviews. He has close contacts with celebrities in the film industry.Although Su Huizhen has retired from the industry for a long time, and has some embarrassing scandals, Yan Lilan still drinks tea with her from time to time.

It was he who wrote the famous film review, at the end praising Ke Yu for contributing the sexiest 30 seconds of his life.

Pei Zhihe knew that Shanglu didn't like to disclose his identity to outsiders, so he didn't reveal anything to Su Huizhen.So much so that when Su Huizhen and Yan Lilan talked about this incident, they thought it was the work of a stranger.

When Pei Zhihe said this, Shang Lu asked sharply: "You know Ke Yu very well, why did you pretend not to know him just now?"

Pei Zhihe suddenly stopped talking.He didn't bother to argue, and said bluntly, "I did it on purpose."

The young master has a special temper and an artist's personality. Shanglu has always known the weirdness, sharpness and sensitivity in his personality. After thinking about it, he asked, "Do you not like him?"

Pei Zhihe didn't bother to lie, and was sore by Shang Lu's inexplicable concern, and said nasally, "Mmm."

Shang Lu had sensed it a long time ago, so he was not surprised, and just said, "You will like it."

The humble touch of being cared for came to an abrupt end.Pei Zhihe was speechless, and after a long while, he let out a sigh of relief, "Why?"

"Babe used to hate him too, but later he liked him when we met." Shanglu didn't notice his coldness at all, and even smiled with his lips curled up: "Ke Yu is not the kind of person you think."

Pei Zhihe stood and listened, his fingers connected to his body and at the same time he started to feel cold, "You don't even ask me why I don't like him."

Shang Lu didn't understand what he meant, and didn't want to hear the fallacies and prejudices about Ke Yu from his good friend, so he said lightly: "It's not important."

Pei Zhihe stood quietly with his head bowed, his eyes resting on Shanglu.What he cares about is "Ke Yu is not liked", and what he wants to achieve is "Ke Yu should be liked instead of being misunderstood". As for why Pei Zhihe doesn't like him, he doesn't like him. What does it matter if you share your heart, that awkward and subtle feeling?

"Shanglu," Pei Zhihe called him, seeing him look up at him, blinking and trying to pull out a gentle and beautiful smile, "Am I still the genius in your heart?"

Has Bole found his new genius yet?

On the balcony of the nine-year-old Pei's dinner party, the sound of his piano attracted Shanglu, as if it had attracted an unrealistic dream, so magnificent and so dreamy, it made his heart tremble with anxiety all day long.But the person in this dream is always so sure, so sure that even the dreamer begins to think that this is a reality that will never wake up.

He practiced so desperately and madly, day and night, until his fingers deformed and lost his mind, just to deserve the word "genius" in his mouth.He has never played in the most advanced opera house in any European country. He has been a rising star in the classical music circle since he was the principal, but all his nervousness is only for the second when he appears in the auditorium and sits down.

Shanglu's words were still so firm, calm, and touching. He said, "Zhihe, whether in my heart or in the hearts of others, you are a genius."

Pei Zhihe restrained the turbulent collapse in his heart, and asked in an extremely tired tone: "Then my New Year's tour, will you come? If you don't sit in the audience, I will be afraid."

Shang Lu did not hesitate: "I'm sorry."

"Can't you come once?"

"Zhihe," Shanglu also got up from the sofa. Seeing that Pei Zhihe's face was extremely pale, and his thin figure was crumbling, he first stretched out the back of his hand to check his forehead temperature, and after confirming that there was no fever, he hugged him in a gentlemanly manner. His shoulders, pushing him towards the elevator: "Go and rest, we will talk tomorrow."

Pei Zhihe asked persistently.

"Not even once."

"why?"

"Because one day you will get used to watching you without me in the audience."

Pei Zhihe tightly squeezed the hand holding the elevator door: "What if I can't get used to it."

Shang Lu pressed the number for him, but did not go in with him, "You will."

·

Later in the interview, the atmosphere relaxed and the reporter began to chat about safe, but more personal topics.

This interview was originally arranged during the typhoon period, because his personal affairs were postponed, which did cause some troubles for the media. Therefore, when the reporter asked a few questions that were not in the prior outline, Ke Yu did not resist answering.

The current interviews are all multimedia dissemination, and the characters' special articles and the edited interview videos will be released simultaneously. When asked about emotional issues, Ke Yu was obviously quiet in front of the camera.There was a water glass beside the tea table, he lifted the rim of the glass, took a sip in a very casual way, and said, "Remember to cut this part off."

Waiting for the camera to nod, he put down his cup and gestured to the reporter: "Ask again, start over."

"Before you revealed on a variety show that you had been in love six times, but you debuted for many years, except for Ying Yin, there was no other scandal exposed."

"Xiao Yin and I are very good friends, but we both feel terrible about becoming the partner of the other party."

The reporter laughed: "Then do you mean that you haven't been attracted to anyone in the circle since you debuted for nearly seven years?"

Ke Yu smiled lazily: "Do you think I will answer this obvious cliché? No."

The reporter knew that he wouldn't take the bait, so he asked a routine question: "Okay, then what kind of money will you be interested in?"

"Xiao Yin is like that."

The reporter sighed helplessly, obviously speechless: "Mr. Ke, you are really fooling the master of learning."

"Then I'm serious?"

"Be serious."

"I will be tempted..." Ke Yu put Erlang's legs on his temples, pondered for a while, his eyes drooped slightly and the corners of his lips curled up: "You are good-looking, tall, be good-looking, treat elders very politely, make people feel well-behaved She is cute. Confident and focused on the things she is interested in, has artistic talent, and it is best...to know a foreign language other than English."

The reporter's red lips were half-opened before speaking.

"You said."

"Mr. Ke, do you know there is an unwritten saying in the fan circle?"

"All ears."

Although he tried his best to control it, his tone fluctuated and tensed, and he was obviously on the verge of excitement, "It's just... the more detailed the description of this issue, the more likely it is that we are really talking about it."

Ke Yu smiled and got up from the sofa chair, "Okay, it's enough to apologize for sending so many questions, let's stop today's interview."

The camera was turned off, and the reporter lowered his hand holding the microphone, asking persistently, "Mr. Ke, you haven't answered yet."

Ke Yu looked back and raised his lips slightly: "Really, I thought I had already answered."