stay away from me [entertainment circle]

Inside the door, Fu Sui still clutched his phone expressionlessly.

Cen Zhou yelled at the other end: "Are you still there? Do you hear me scolding you? Fu Sui?"

The sound is so loud that you don't need to turn it on to hear it.

But after Fu Sui finished those two sentences, it was as if the mute button had been pressed.

No sound.

There was a faint "beep" sound of the door card opening the door.

Fu Suicai raised his chin slowly as if he was awakened, his red eyes stared at the door, the eyes that were originally disintegrated by alcohol gradually became more emotional.

Cen Zhou managed to finish a few words of cursing, and just wanted to have a good talk with him and ask him where he lived and whether Jiang Jianxing, who was drunk, could take care of him.

The phone was hung up.

Cen Zhou: "..."

Hold.

Jiang Jianxing pushed open the door and met Fu Sui's eyes.

In all fairness, Fu Sui's eyes are also beautiful, but he is not the same type of beauty as Jiang Jianxing. He has single eyelids, and when he narrows his eyes slightly, he will appear sharp, but when he focuses on people, he will appear affectionate.

And this kind of affection was only used to see Jiang Jianxing.

Jiang Jianxing paused, seeing Fu Sui sitting there motionless, still holding the phone in his hand, his brows frowned a little.

I was taken aback.

Oh, it turned out it wasn't an act, it was really drunk.

I've never seen anyone who was drunk and said he was acting.

He obviously told him what he was going to do before he left, but he was still talking nonsense that he had left him behind.

Is it because of the sequelae?

After being stared at by Fu Sui for a while, Jiang Jianxing suddenly remembered the last video before the breakup. Fu Sui looked at him on the other side of the screen with even more engrossing eyes, and coaxed him in a low voice that he would be fine when school started. met.

At that time, Fu Sui didn't know that it was the last time.

Lost contact without even the most basic breakup and goodbye.

Did he just sit down and stare at a certain place like just now, wondering why he didn't want him all of a sudden?

Jiang Jianxing's heart felt as if soaked in acidic water, and after holding it for a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "I didn't leave."

Respond to what he said earlier.

It doesn't matter if Fu Sui, a drunk, remembers it or not.

Then close the door, isolating everything outside.

The hotel room is not very good, there is only a sofa and a coffee table, but it is still a big bed room.

The boiling water was already boiling before going out.Jiang Jianxing poured Fu Sui a glass of water, and when he turned his head, he saw Fu Sui's face moving with his position.

He entered the room after saying that just now, without seeing Fu Sui's reaction.

Anyway, this person is not saying a word now.

I don't know if it's especially uncomfortable when I'm drunk, or if I just make a fuss when I'm drunk, and then quiet down after the fuss.

Jiang Jianxing felt that this phenomenon was a bit strange, took the medicine and put it in Fu Sui's hand, and deliberately walked around the sofa, only to find that Fu Sui really followed him.

Jiang Jianxing was amused by him.

"Fu Sui, take the hangover medicine." Jiang Jianxing felt dizzy after turning around for a while. Although he wasn't that drunk, he still drank too much and was a little tired. Seeing that Fu Sui was motionless, he turned up Thinking, licking the corners of his lips and blinking, "If you take the medicine, I'll call you brother."

A few seconds later, Fu Sui raised his hand and took the hangover medicine all at once.

Jiang Jianxing: "..."

If Fu Sui hadn't been so dull right now, he must have wondered if Fu Sui was really drunk.

Jiang Jianxing raised his hand and patted Fu Sui's head awkwardly, "Are you going to sleep on the bed?"

Fu Suun hummed, but one hand passed through Jiang Jianxing's armpit, the other wrapped around his waist, and pressed the man into his arms, breathing against Jiang Jianxing's face, breathing The voice was heavy and smelled of alcohol, making people dizzy.

Uncomfortable posture.

Jiang Jianxing was squatting, and Fu Sui was still lifting his chin and resting his head on his shoulders, which was very heavy.

But he was reluctant to push it away.

The heart sank inch by inch.

They had never hugged face to face like this before.

Most of the time, he leaned his back in Fu Sui's arms, and then raised his head to kiss Fu Sui's chin.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Jianxing raised his hand and patted Fu Sui's back, "You will crush me if you sleep like this."

"I'm going to take sober medicine too."

Otherwise, when I wake up tomorrow morning, I may not know what kind of headache it will be.

But drunks are not so obedient.

Fu Sui turned his face sideways, with his lips almost touching Jiang Jianxing's ear.

Numb and itchy.

Jiang Jianxing shrank his neck uncontrollably.

"Call brother." Fu Sui uttered three words slowly.

He was obviously drunk and couldn't speak very well.

But fucking remember.

Jiang Jianxing rolled his eyes silently, grabbed the clothes on Fuhou's back, "OK."

He paused, endured the soreness in his heart, and opened his mouth in a low voice with difficulty: "Brother...can you tell me what you did after breaking up?"

In fact, even Fu Sui himself doesn't quite remember how he spent that time.

He, a person who used to regard dancing as his life, missed a very important competition.

It was also at that time that the family finally realized that something was wrong with him.

Fu hurried back to the country with his mother, only to find his son smoking in his dance studio.

Cigarette butts all over the floor, if one is not careful, it is estimated that the house can be set on fire.

People still have a fever.

In just a few days, he looked so haggard that he was so frightened that he was sent to the emergency room.

They took people out of the country overnight.

But the son has really changed.

He doesn't dance, sing, write songs, or play musical instruments. He hides in his room all day long, and doesn't even sleep. The lights are on most of the night.

The psychiatrist changed several back and forth.

Later, I don't know when, he suddenly recovered by himself.

Act like nothing happened.

But in some ways, he was not like himself again.

Fu Sui leaned on Jiang Jianxing's shoulder, frowned, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Not a word was said.

After waiting for a while, Jiang Jianxing, who was only breathing gradually and steadily: "..."

It's time for sleep.

The next day, as soon as Fu Sui opened his eyes, he met a silver-white hair.

Jiang Jianxing buried his head in his neck, grabbed his clothes with one hand, and put one leg on his leg domineeringly through the quilt.

Sleeping like hell.

One arm was still pressed under Jiang Jianxing's body, and it was faintly numb.

The memory of last night gradually came back.

He has always been a bad drinker. He drank too much yesterday and felt half drunk and half awake.

Memories are fragmented, but it looks like it can do it by itself.

The person in his arms moved.

Fu Sui paused, raised his other free arm, and rubbed the back of Jiang Jianxing's head.

Then he hugged the person and continued to close his eyes.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Jiang Jianxing was awakened by the ringtone of his mobile phone, and he got up angrily to fumble for his mobile phone.

But the touch under his hand is not quite right, it doesn't look like a bed board, and it even undulates.

When his consciousness returned, Jiang Jianxing slowly opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment.

He and Fu Sui's current posture is really a bit dangerous. His hands are still on Fu Sui's chest, not to mention his legs. It's like a sloth wrapping around each other, and his upper body fits tightly without any gap.

The room was filled with the smell of alcohol from the night before, making him dizzy.

Jiang Jianxing stared at Fu Sui's Adam's apple with his head sideways for a while, and then he became distracted.

Anyway, my brother called me last night.

A kiss should be fine, right?

Oh no...it doesn't have a title yet.

Jiang Jianxing licked his lips, and Fu Suigang's tired voice came from above his head: "Where are you touching?"

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