tidal lock

The author has something to say: Zhou Yichao: sweet macchiato, sweet wife

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The long black hair was scattered on the white sheet, and the woman's delicate shoulders and neck and bare back were half covered under the quilt.

The wet hair reveals the laziness of love affairs, and the orange-yellow sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling windows casts a warm shadow on the profile of the man's profile.

The delicate collarbone was exposed from the open neckline. Zhou Yichao sat barefoot on the wooden chair with a nearly burnt cigarette between his fingertips, his eyes blurred by the mist he exhaled.

Xing An held up the script and yelled "Cut!", and the moment the filming ended, Zhou Yichao coughed violently while holding a cigarette while hugging the back of the chair. Lin Xue on the bed wrapped herself in a quilt, and took the casual clothes handed over by her manager.

The makeup artist came to change makeup with a toolbox. Zhou Yichao wiped away the tears coughed from the corners of his eyes and said "Sorry", stubbed out the cigarette butts in his hand and helped the squatting makeup artist up.

The next one is a school play.

Lin Xue received the flower bouquet handed over by the field manager after she changed her clothes in the cubicle, and fell to the ground because she couldn't hold it firmly in time.

Xing An sat in front of the camera to review, and all departments were busy moving the shooting location. Lin Xue looked at the bouquet that fell on her instep, and chewed up the thank you that was stuck in the middle of the sentence.

After putting on the clear makeup and putting on the school uniform, the first rivalry scene in the movie began.

The schoolbag was thrown on the ground casually, Zhou Yichao closed his eyes and put on his earphones, stretched his legs on the table, put his hands into the open school uniform jacket, and leaned back lazily.

The content of the evening self-study was too boring. Lin Yang in the front row pushed his heavy black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and buried himself in the questions, but his best friend beside him hooked his shoulders excitedly.

"I heard that there is a new shop opened on the corner of the alley in front of the school, how about it? Do you want to eat takoyaki tonight?"

The thin back swayed in the arms, and the frame was squeezed to the side. Lin Yang slowly went to help the glasses on the bridge of his nose, but he couldn't answer in time, but was tightened even more.

"Would you like to go!"

The music in the earphones is running to the end, but the intimate contact in the front row is reaching its climax.

Zhou Yichao opened his eyes, piercingly staring directly in front of the seat——

"Card!"

"Every department is ready, let's do it again."

Cards, cards, cards, cards, cards!

Zhou Yichao, who had passed the previous scene, was stopped several times because of a look in his eyes. In the end, Xing An decided to let Zhou Yichao find his own feelings, and start the next single-angle campus shooting of Lin Yang.

Zhou Yichao bowed and apologized to the entire staff, took the eyedrops handed over by Xu Tong and walked out of the shooting place in silence.

Not just anger, that look should also contain from indifference to strong possession.

Zhou Yichao knew exactly what Xing An wanted, but his life so far was only full of losing and being lost, robbing and being robbed, and he was sinking in a deep sea where even the sun could not shine, such passionate feelings Never felt it for a moment.

Because I never had it.

Zhou Yichao blinked, turned back to Xu Tong, picked up his phone and left.

The moment the phone was connected, Zhou Yichao held his breath, the receiver was silent for two seconds, and a vague and hoarse "Hello" came from the receiver.

The pressure and burden on his body disappeared with the blowing night wind, Zhou Yichao looked up at the single twinkling star in the night sky, stuffed his frozen red hand into the pocket of his school uniform and opened his thin lips——

"Ye Xi."

"I miss you."

Lin Qing's shot was successfully shot, Xu Tong waved in the distance, Zhou Yichao stopped hesitating, ran on the snow in his sneakers, raised his hand and hung up the phone.

"Can I have a lollipop, please?"

Xing An poked his head out from behind the camera to glance at Zhou Yichao, and wrapped his military overcoat tighter.

"Action!"

The schoolbag was thrown on the ground casually. Zhou Yichao closed his eyes and put on his earphones, his legs stretched out on the table, with a lemon-flavored lollipop in his mouth, and his cheeks bulged alternately.

Zhou Yichao stuffed his hands into the open school uniform jacket, and leaned back lazily.

The thin Lin Qing was hooked by his best friend and shook his neck for a few times, reaching out to push the heavy glasses on the bridge of his nose——

Zhou Yichao opened his eyes calmly.

"Crack."

The lollipop between his teeth was bitten into three pieces, Zhou Yichao stared at the bent elbow on Lin Qing's back, his eyes changed suddenly, and finally fell on Lin Qing's slightly flustered side face, the storm was in the black pupil brewing -

"Card! The next one is ready!"

Xing An got up from behind the camera and walked in front of Zhou Yichao, who covered his eyes and played the show, raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a questioning expression with a bit of surprise.

Zhou Yichao raised his head to meet Xing An's probing eyes, bit the remaining lollipop in his mouth, bent his lips and said——

"Called an off-site helpline."

"..."

The soft quilt slid down from his shoulders, Ye Xi held the phone with several cracks across the screen, and Zhou Yichao's whispers from the receiver side kept echoing in his ears, his ears were completely burned red.

In order to take care of Zhou Yichao who had a fever the day before joining the group, Ye Xi deliberately caught up with sleep early today, but Zhou Yichao's phone call disturbed him and made him completely sleepless.

Ye Xi put down his phone and put on his slippers, resignedly walked to the closet and began to put warm clothes on his body.

"Hi, I'd like a hot caramel macchiato."

"OK, just a second."

Ye Xi was standing in the drink shop, watching a boy break into the shop panting, put his hands together to apologize to another boy who was sitting by the window seat, and then smiled and leaned over to kiss the corner of the other's lips, silently kissing the other boy. His flushed face was buried in Zhou Yichao's scarf.

Ye Xi, who got into the taxi with a caramel macchiato, reported the location near Zhou Yichao's crew. Staring at the changing light outside the car, he silently clenched the paper bag in his hand, smashed his head to one side and closed it tightly. car window glass.

The self who hurried out just because the other party said "I want to see you" on the phone is no different from the adolescent boy in the store just now.

The cost input of impulsive consumption is often very fast.

Ye Xi got out of the taxi with the bag in hand, stood at the crossroads and looked up at the sky, let out a long breath from his chest, and walked forward.

"Excuse me, do you have a work permit?"

"No...but I'm here to find..."

"I'm sorry, sir, we are not allowed to enter and exit without a work permit. Please cooperate with our work and leave as soon as possible."

The security guards issued an eviction order.

Ye Xi was carrying the bag, and walked back under the watchful eyes of the security personnel. On the other side of the intersection, several excited female students holding Zhou Yichao light signs and wearing high school uniforms appeared one after another. Before that, the girl fans who came to chase the stars were stopped first.

"Several students are sorry, we are not allowed to enter and exit without a work permit..."

Ye Xi, who the security personnel had no time to take care of, turned around and stood outside the studio, looking indifferently at the light sign lit up with love.

Zhou Yichao is in the center of the spotlight, and fans are the most loyal followers of the light. He has neither become the former nor can he completely become the latter. He can only stand alone in the outermost darkness and watch silently. Finally, Usher in the established ending of turning around and leaving.

Ye Xi pulled a bitter smile from the corner of his mouth, and his gloomy eyes fell on the lid of the cup in the paper bag.

To try to cross the two boundaries just because of this is tantamount to wishful thinking.

Seeing that Zhou Yichao's filming was getting better and better, Xu Tong left the studio and took out the cigarette case from his pocket.

Snowflakes fluttered in the sky, Xu Tong lit the lighter, and walked back to the car to get the umbrella.

The girl fan was persuaded to go home by the security personnel, holding the light board and looking back at every step.

Xu Tong chuckled, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a thin figure standing in the darkness.

After seeing that the person was Ye Xi, Xu Tong snuffed out half of the cigarette in his mouth, and entered the studio without looking back.

The snow is getting heavier.

Ye Xi curled his face into the large scarf, lowered his head and stared at his toes, his shoulders, top of his head and eyelashes were all wet by the heavy snow, and the coldness quickly eroded most of his body.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

The security personnel looked at the "snowman" in front of them with an impatient look on their faces.

Let's go back.

Ye Xi moved his numb fingers, and said to himself from the bottom of his heart.

The bowls in the sink have not been cleaned yet.

The biting cold wind felt like a knife had been cut across his forehead, Ye Xi endured the pain and slowly turned around, the paper bag in his hand was blown loudly.

Now I am sober enough.

In the shadows that no one noticed, the wide black umbrella slowly unfolded, completely covering the numb body.

The crackling sound of wind and snow hitting the umbrella surface continued to be heard above his head, Ye Xi raised his head, facing a pair of deep eyes filled with his astonished expression.

Boundaries, broken.