dear dreamer

"Don't shoot? If you don't shoot, get out. Are we missing him?"

"Let his agent answer the phone....Call me!"

"Just one sentence, will you shoot or not?"

"What can I say? Oh, brother Su, what can I say as a young director? Don't complain to me. It's useless. You can talk to the producer."

"I... I targeted him?! Who the hell did I target me! Shui doesn't want to put on makeup or put it on properly, who is targeting whom?"

The man was so angry that he slapped the chair hard.He was so strong that Xu Zhiyang felt pain when he saw it.

Xu Zhiyang walked over and bent down to check the infusion tube on the back of the man's hand after he hung up the phone.The needle came off, and two beads of blood emerged from under the medical tape.

"Stop moving this hand." Xu Zhiyang summoned a nurse, "You're already hoarse, so don't speak so loudly."

The man who had lost his temper just now sat on the chair and panted.Xu Zhiyang remembered that this person came here because of a bad cold, accompanied by malnutrition and lack of sleep.He watched the nurse re-inject the patient, and glanced at the name on the bottle.

"Zhong Xing".

Xu Zhiyang was afraid that he had read it wrong, but these two words were too simple for anyone to misunderstand.

The man leaned back in the chair, his delicate face was full of tiredness.

"Thank you." He thanked the nurse, then raised his head to thank the white coat standing beside him stupidly, "Thank you, doctor."

Xu Zhiyang nodded, his expression was a little complicated and inexplicable.But the patient who had closed his eyes obviously didn't care, and was silently brewing sleepiness.

Xu Zhiyang returned to the duty room.

He is on night shift today.Under normal circumstances, the emergency room at night was nothing special. He didn't expect that he would randomly look around in the emergency room and catch an extraordinary person.

Xu Zhiyang sat at the desk and moved the chair a little further.From this angle, he could see Zhong Xing with his eyes closed.

Xu Zhiyang thought to himself that the famous director Zhong Xing looked like this.

He suppressed this gossip in his heart, sat and stood for a while, always paying close attention to the falling speed of the potion that Zhong Xing was hanging.Zhong Xing was already asleep, and he gently changed the medicine bottle for him. Under the surprised gaze of the nurse on duty, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to take a photo with Zhong Xing.

After holding up the phone for a while and then putting it down, Xu Zhiyang thought to himself, forget it.Director Zhong might not be happy.He took his mobile phone back to the office, and continued to pay close attention to the sleeping Zhong Xing while on duty.

A few days later, Xu Zhiyang saw the news in the newspaper that Zhong Xing was preparing a new movie again.

"Doctor Xu, are you watching the entertainment version again?" The head nurse leaned over, "You like watching the entertainment version even more than my little nurse."

"Relax." Xu Zhiyang said, "Oh right, did you watch the finale of "My Good Wife" last night? I have a patient and I can't leave."

The two immediately chatted enthusiastically.

A few days passed, and a few days passed.When Xu Zhiyang was resting, he received a call from a friend in the circle, inviting him to a party. "People in the entertainment industry, aren't you the most interested?" My friend said.

Xu Zhiyang then agreed.

He has attended such gatherings before, and he has also met one or two people who have a good impression of each other, but as long as he wants to go one step further and seriously plan the future with the other party, those people often timidly flinched.They were looking for someone to play with, and Xu Zhiyang was looking for a companion.

The purpose is different, and the natural path is also different.

Xu Zhiyang was no longer interested in such gatherings.He tidied himself up lazily, intending to get to know people in the so-called entertainment industry and get some gossip.

Then he met Zhong Xing at the party who was clean-shaven and showed no sign of fatigue on his face.

Of course Zhong Xing couldn't remember him. When he introduced himself as a doctor, he said bluntly that you must be very familiar with the human body.

Xu Zhiyang smiled calmly, letting him make fun of himself.

At this moment, he finally had the opportunity to carefully look at Zhong Xing, who looked better and was obviously in a good mood.

Xu Zhiyang has watched every one of his movies, but he never thought that Zhong Xing would be like this in real life.He thought that the temperament of the film and the director should be in the same line, and those gentle and melancholy stories should also come from a gentle and melancholy person.

"18 centimeters?!" Zhong Xing laughed wildly on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, "Damn it, can you bear it? Won't you get stabbed? Change it, listen to brother."

Several people laughed together, and Xu Zhiyang also laughed along with them.

Although it wasn't funny at all, he found Zhong Xing's unscrupulous expression quite amusing.This demeanor is different from the impression he got from the movie, and it is also different from the Zhong Xing he saw in the emergency room that day.

So he never missed a party that Zhong Xing attended.

The purpose of the party is to let people who see each other hook up with each other, so they also become a few couples.The people who attended this bachelor party were different almost every time. After a few rounds, Zhong Xing remembered an acquaintance Xu Zhiyang, and Xu Zhiyang and Zhong Xing were finally able to get acquainted and exchanged each other's mobile phone numbers.

He showed his interest in Zhong Xing very aboveboard, and even his friends urged him to confess his love to others.

Xu Zhiyang asked the head nurse for advice, and studied the routines of romantic dramas in his busy schedule, but he couldn't find a script suitable for the two men, so he had to plan nervously by himself.

He first sent a very innocent text message to Zhong Xing.

[Zhong Xing: Hello.It’s been a while since I’ve known you, so I want to ask, what do you think of me?Xu Zhiyang] He was afraid that Zhong Xing hadn't saved his number, so he put his name very seriously.

After a while, Zhong Xing called him back.

"I'm getting ready to board the plane and go out." Zhong Xing said, "What do you mean? Have you taken a fancy to me?"

"I want, I want to chase you." Xu Zhiyang cleared his throat and shook out a prescription sign in his hand.On the back of the prescription, he wrote a lot of words densely, and he needed to squint to find out the touching words that were circled heavily.Meeting you is like meeting a star. If I am so lucky, I hope to see you every day when I wake up. You may not know it, but I have liked you for a long time since watching your movies, etc.

He decided to say "I've loved you for a long time" first.

At this time, Zhong Xing's voice came from the mobile phone, very calm, without any waves: "Oh. Okay, try it first? Is it okay?"

The brewing emotions had no chance to explode at all, Xu Zhiyang, who was cruelly cut out of all the emotional scenes, let out a heavy breath, and stuffed the prescription sign into his pocket.

"Okay." He also said as calmly and without waves as possible.

Xu Zhiyang has no experience of falling in love with celebrities in the literary and art circles. He found that the love words he thought were useful did not have any room for display. more intense.

His work is very busy, and so is Zhong Xing's.He hasn't been to Zhong Xing's house yet, but Zhong Xing has been to his house several times.Xu Zhiyang lives alone, and the house is clean and tidy. Zhong Xing said that I thought it was a model house.

Xu Zhiyang told him solemnly that he demanded himself by the standard of a model house.

Of course, the fact that Zhong Xing urgently established this standard the night before Zhong Xing's arrival didn't need to be mentioned.

Apart from watching movies and having dinner together, Zhong Xing slept most of the time.

His insomnia symptoms were very severe.After Xu Zhiyang chatted with him for a few days, he found that Zhong Xing's anxiety was very heavy and often repeated.The man whose complexion he saw not long ago has improved has become depressed again.

Xu Zhiyang used some superficial massage techniques he knew to relax him, chatted with him about some relaxing topics, and even bought him a new pillow and quilt.Every time Zhong Xing came to his house, he would lazily lie on the sofa after eating, and call him "Doctor Xu, massage".

Xu Zhiyang washed the dishes and chopsticks, and helped him pinch his shoulders and cervical spine.

Zhong Xing said, can you sing, and listen to something?Xu Zhiyang said I would not.Zhong Xing hummed a popular song that sounded very familiar to himself, but he always hummed a part and stopped.

Sometimes Zhong Xing can fall asleep on the sofa, but sometimes when he feels tired, he immediately asks to be transferred to the bed.Because when Zhong Xing came, it was usually Xu Zhiyang's rest day, and it was not evening, so Xu Zhiyang moved a chair and sat beside him to do his own things.He sometimes watches movies with his laptop on while wearing earphones, specifically picking Zhong Xing's works to watch.He looked at the screen and Zhong Xing who was sleeping soundly, he thought it was very interesting.

When Zhong Xing woke up, he always looked blank, his eyes were out of focus.

Xu Zhiyang wanted to kiss him very much, but didn't dare.

Xu Zhiyang didn't notice when Zhong Xing woke up that day.He read the book with a slight frown, and only looked up at Zhong Xing habitually after the tense plot in the book came to an end.

Zhong Xing stared at him for an unknown amount of time, with a half-smile on his face, the expression that Xu Zhiyang would think "this guy is really interesting" from the bottom of his heart.

He thought, will this person fall in love with me?Does he already like me?

He himself was completely fascinated by Zhong Xing.Xu Zhiyang was fascinated by his talent, strange temper, occasional indifference and stubborn stubbornness.

Zhong Xing reached out and took his book.

"Do you want to do it?" He asked Xu Zhiyang.

Xu Zhiyang thought about it in his heart, but kept a calm face.He sat by the bed and asked Zhong Xing, "Do you want to do it?"

"I think." Zhong Xing said, "I haven't done it for a long time. Are you coming?"

Xu Zhiyang looked for condoms in the bedside table.

Zhong Xing stared at his side face for a while, then stretched out his hand to touch the line of his chin: "You are so delicate and gentle, it's a waste of being a doctor."

Xu Zhiyang turned his head and glanced at Zhong Xing: "Being your boyfriend is enough."

Zhong Xing: "..."

Xu Zhiyang smiled happily.He forgot he had put the condom there and looked for it for a while.

Zhong Xing choked for a moment, stretched himself and said no to it. "Are you 18 centimeters? Don't do it if you don't have one. This is my minimum standard."

Xu Zhiyang: "..."

Zhong Xing: "No, right? Hahaha."

Xu Zhiyang: "You have?"

Zhong Xing: "..."

Xu Zhiyang: "Don't say it's useless, just compare."

Zhong Xing lifted the quilt: "Damn it, just compare, whoever is taller will win."

The two took out and compared each other, both of them were blushing.Although I feel that this move is really naive, but I am not willing to stop in the grind.

Zhong Xing's heart was beating too fast, and he was sweating a little.Xu Zhiyang wiped him clean, and changed the towel to wipe off his sweat.

"I'm a little longer." Xu Zhiyang said academically, "The visual measurement is [-] centimeters longer."

Zhong Xing: "...boring."

Xu Zhiyang laughed suddenly, and rubbed his hair a few times with the towel he was wiping off his sweat.

"You're low blood sugar, go get something to eat," he said, "Why don't I make something else? You don't seem to like fish much?"

"Yeah." Zhong Xing was lying on the bed in large characters, looking at Xu Zhiyang with complicated eyes.

Xu Zhiyang said, get dressed.Zhong Xing put on his clothes, and Xu Zhiyang just washed the towel and came out.

"Doctor Xu." Zhong Xing asked him, "You...you seem to really like me?"

Xu Zhiyang heard this and felt that this question was very strange.He walked up to Zhong Xing, thinking that he should just give it a kiss, and it would be fine if he was beaten.

He bent down and kissed Zhong Xing quickly on the lips: "Yes."

Zhong Xing didn't hit him, and when he left, he hesitated at the door for 2 minutes, then turned around and touched Xu Zhiyang's face.

Xu Zhiyang was surprised to find that Zhong Xing blushed.

And he himself blushed.

"Goodbye." Zhong Xing said.

"Goodbye." Xu Zhiyang said.

"... Next time I invite you to play at my work place." Zhong Xing said again.

"Then I will invite you to play at my work place next time." Xu Zhiyang also said immediately.

Zhong Xing: "...No, I won't go."