It turns out that idols also have a crush on me [entertainment circle]

Liang Yuanxing suffers from insomnia at night and sleeps in cars, high-speed trains, and airplanes during the day.The fragments of sleep only add up to three or four hours a day, and he doesn't know where he is, and he even forgets where he is.

On February 2, when Chen Lu drove him home from Yanjing Airport, she frowned when she saw him.

"Your career is still on the rise, don't let the camera show you looking haggard. The company tells you to keep in shape, not tell you to be skinny."

"sorry."

The soft voice drifted into her ears, and Chen Lu immediately softened her heart: "I know you are busy, so I don't mean to blame you... What happened? Why are your eyes getting redder every day?"

"did not sleep well."

"You're in a bad state after finishing the filming. If you don't see Director Zhao, you won't miss it, right?"

Liang Yuanxing was in a daze, but he heard Zhao Boli's exhaustion and drowsiness hanging on the verge of collapse, and he was forcibly driven away like a shot of chicken blood.

"How does Miss Lulu know?"

"Only you think you've hidden it well."

His face was hot and cold for a while, sleepiness tore his reason, and finally gave up his sophistry: "I can adjust it."

"Seeing him in person at the party at night, can it be relieved?"

"I try my best……"

"Don't say anything, try your best, just give me a promise. If you continue like this, your body will break down, what will you do for the rest of the trip?"

"I will, I will..." Liang Yuanxing subconsciously took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, "Sleep for a while, and when you feel refreshed, you can take care of this matter."

Chen Lu glanced at the package of the medicine, and pressed his hand: "You never told me you were insomnia?!"

"I don't want Sister Lulu to worry, you're not just taking me with you, it's already very hard."

"Okay, you can't eat it during the day, put it away."

"It's not medicine."

Liang Yuanxing unscrewed the bottle cap, revealing a bright silver cufflink at the bottom of the bottle.The car window is dim, and the lines cannot be seen clearly, but the stretched petals can be vaguely seen, which shows the exquisite workmanship.

"In a way, though, that's my medicine."

The night the rose failed to be delivered, it happened to roll into the empty medicine bottle.Liang Yuanxing woke up the next morning. He was about to throw the medicine bottle into the trash can when the smooth body of the bottle shook. With a bang, he looked down and saw that the mouth of the bottle was open, flashing a silvery luster.

He slowly retracted his hand, carefully screwed on the bottle cap, put the medicine bottle in his pocket and carried it with him.

He held the medicine bottle tightly and fell asleep lightly, feeling Chen Lu's worried eyes glanced over him from time to time, but he still couldn't fall asleep completely in the end.

"sorry that I had you worried."

He heard Chen Lu sigh: "It's better to sleep for a while if you have time to apologize."

But he wants to say the promise to make himself feel at ease: "My career goal came with him, and his acting style was also taught by him. I am very grateful to him, that's all. After meeting today, I will not Think about him again."

"Then can you put away the medicine bottle that contains this little thing and don't carry it with you?"

"I……"

"If you can't get out, you should have a good cry. You can tell anyone, don't hold back."

"Hmm..." Liang Yuanxing twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile, "But I'm really fine."

Before falling asleep, he heard Chen Lu's last words were "how dare you be so brave".

……

A group of people went to sing K after eating.

The box lights in the karaoke room are dim, and everyone's face cannot be seen clearly after entering, but the laughter echoes softly between the walls made of special materials, and the food is set on the small table, and you can smell the fruity aroma when you get close.

Liang Yuanxing was very tired, and the sound of his speech was irritating to him, and every sentence was a burden to his ears.

"Xing Xing, do you want to eat this?"

"What are you singing? You didn't go on New Year's Eve, so you agreed to sing for us all night after the filming is over."

"We ordered wine, do you want to drink?"

Zhao Boli was sitting next to him, and upon hearing this, he took away the drink list that was handed to Liang Yuanxing: "Don't drink."

Liang Yuanxing snatched it back again, and told him in a moderate voice: "I want to drink, and no one cares when I'm drunk."

The air quieted down with the momentary dispute between the two. Everyone's eyes were looking this way, but no one came up to persuade them, until Zhao Boli took the initiative to let go: "I'll take you off when you're drunk, and give me the key."

"Don't bother you."

The more we meet, the more unforgettable, and the more we are alone, the more reluctant we are.

Liang Yuanxing held the key and refused to reach out, but his wrist was grasped by another warm hand.

"You are allowed to drink, don't make trouble."

The person next to him couldn't help exclaiming: "Oh my god, Director Zhao can actually coax people? Xing Xing, you just follow!"

"Come on, don't be shy."

"Why don't you just hand over the house keys? Haven't you all slept on the same sofa?"

"Where did you all hear this?! Teacher Zhao, you don't care..."

Liang Yuanxing's cheeks were hot, but when he looked up, he saw Zhao Boli smiling. His heart moved, and with a light touch in his hand, the key naturally fell to the other hand.

Those who ruthlessly refused to confess their confession acted nonchalantly, while those who were rejected hid their eyes and drank wine glass after glass.

Someone next to him said: "Xing Xing, have you drunk too much? Do you want to take a break?"

"It's okay, drink it like a drink." After drinking another glass, Liang Yuanxing looked at the subtitles rolling on the big screen in front of him soberly, and was even in the mood to recite the lyrics.

The throat and stomach are hot, but the head doesn't even feel dizzy.

He purposely spoke a little loudly, but Zhao Boli looked at the screen and ignored him.

——Aren't you afraid that I'm drunk?Aren't you afraid that I'll ruin my body from drinking?

Liang Yuanxing gently grasped the sofa with his fingers, looked at Zhao Boli's side face, and was thinking about his next line deliberately.

In an instant, the background music cut to the next song, which was "Tian Yue", which he was all too familiar with.

The prelude is like gurgling water, which is different from the majestic version he has listened to for several years.

It read on the screen: "Tianyue", singer Liang Yuanxing.

He looked at Zhao Boli in astonishment, Zhao Boli had already picked up the microphone.

I have listened to the version countless times in my memory, the voice is soul-stirring, but the lyrics have magic power, which can calm down his emotions and let him fall into a deep sleep.

But now, the deep voice softly surrounds him, wraps around his heart like a ribbon, squeezes the longing crushed under the exhaustion and despair, hooks the cowardly soul hidden under the heavy disguise, wraps it, comforts it It, wipe away its tears.

Zhuo Tiankuo said that Zhao Boli, who had just debuted, could not sing the delicate emotions of this song, so the team had to adapt it into a grand version.Even though the song was widely spread and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, Zhao Boli always felt that he had failed the creator's expectations.

What Liang Yuanxing sang later on the show was the original team's original version.

Now Zhao Boli sang his version, singing a real good night song.

Liang Yuanxing was stunned when he heard it. Before the chorus sounded, he picked up his phone tremblingly and quietly recorded the second half of the song.Until the end of a song, I forgot to press pause.

During the 30 seconds of the ending, Zhao Boli took the microphone and said softly: "I didn't know the lyrics before, and I couldn't sing well. Now I finally have someone who wants to accompany me. It's a pity that he won't come with me."

Zhao Boli rejected Liang Yuanxing, but said that the other person would not go with him.

Who?

Liang Yuanxing felt cold all over, and only then remembered to stop recording.

The air was still, and Liang Yuanxing could hear someone gasp in the reverberation of the ending.

It's a pity that they are all the same as him, no one dares to ask who Director Zhao's sweetheart is.

Zhao Boli's eyes fell on him, and he stretched out his hand to hold his wine glass.

"Are you drunk?"

Under the dim light, Liang Yuanxing's sober and shrewd eyes turned away, and quickly swept across several people who were obviously drunk.

Some people laughed wildly, some talked nonsense, and some shook their heads.

What they have in common is stupidity.

"No." Liang Yuanxing took another sip, threw himself into Zhao Boli's arms without any scruples, and laughed in a low voice, the laughter was broken and a little crazy, "How could I be drunk? I can drink more than all of them Alright, hee hee."

One more hug, one more hug will draw a clear line, keep in touch with each other, and be ordinary friends with idols.

Thinking about it, Liang Yuanxing tightened his grip on Zhao Boli's arms, and the touching skin pressed together tightly, and the dull pain of oppression reassured him.

He must learn to be ordinary friends with Zhao Boli.

Otherwise, you will feel heartache when you see each other, and it will be difficult to fall asleep if you don't see each other. If things go on like this, your mind and body will collapse.

"Don't drink."

Zhao Boli took his half-drunk wine aside, knocked out the crisp sound of glass colliding, and stroked his soft hair with his other hand. His fingers passed through the hair and touched his keen ears, which aroused him for a while. trembling.

Liang Yuanxing stretched out his disdainful tone infinitely: "If you tell me not to drink, I will not drink, who are you?"

"Idol."

"...is the idol amazing?"

"The idol told you not to drink."

Liang Yuanxing stretched out his hand to touch the wine glass, but his hand was held down immediately, and he looked up to see Zhao Boli's gloomy face.

"I'm not afraid of you, you're not good to me."

Some people pretend to be crazy by drinking, just because they know that drunks are qualified to go crazy, no matter how bad they are, they will be forgiven the next day.

The respectful title was gone, and the obedience was gone. Liang Yuanxing said "you" in one mouthful, accompanied by a cold snort from time to time, shook off Zhao Boli's hand and continued to drink, hiding all the grievances these days in childish venting.

"I'll change it, and treat you better in the future."

Zhao Boli had a gentle voice, but the strength in his hands could not be refused. He drank Liang Yuanxing's remaining half sip of wine by himself, and forcibly pulled him back into his arms, refusing to let go for a moment.

The broad palm on his body squeezed his arm with a little force.

"Why are you so thin?"

"It's none of your business. If I want to be thin, I will be thin, and if I want to be fat, I will be fat."

"Drunk like this..." Zhao Boli held his cheeks and looked at him. Liang Yuanxing immediately mobilized his acting skills and pretended to be slack with his eyes.

After the song was sung, Zhao Boli picked up a microphone on the table: "I'll take Liang Yuanxing back, you guys play slowly."

No one dared to object.

After getting in the car, Zhao Boli spoke softly when he returned home, sat beside him and accompanied him, and did not leave.

Liang Yuanxing thought he was really drunk, otherwise how could he be living in a dream.

"The house is too small to live in."

Following Zhao Boli's critical scrutiny, Liang Yuanxing looked around. There was a small bed in the narrow white wall, a small square dining table in the living room outside the door, and the kitchen was next to it, separated by a sliding door.

"The rented one is enough. Not everyone lives in Mr. Zhao's house."

He still remembered that he was pretending to be drunk, and laughed a few times after he finished speaking.

"Have you sobered up yet?"

"Huh?" Liang Yuanxing pretended not to understand, tilted his head, blinked his eyes and looked at him innocently.

"I wanted to wait until you woke up."

"what is this?"

His heart was pounding, and he had a premonition of restlessness.

"I miss you so much, so I chose Valentine's Day to meet you."

There are people in the world who pretend to be drunk but dare not speak out the pain, who are close at hand but can't understand it.

In an instant, the collapse and exhaustion of the past few days turned into blank anger.The breath in his chest turned Liang Yuanxing's chaotic emotions upside down.

——You obviously care about me, why did you reject me?Why do you say you miss me while saying you can't let go of others?

Why did he confess in a humble and cowardly manner?Zhao Boli didn't even know his own feelings!

"Why do you miss me? I don't believe it."

Zhao Boli's eyes were gloomy and silent, but still calm.

"We'll talk about it when you're awake."

Zhao Boli turned around in front of him, Liang Yuanxing stretched out his hand to hold him without thinking.

The other party was surprised by his rare toughness, but his tone became more gentle: "I'll go get you hot milk, don't go."

"No."

Why is he being tormented by his own emotions repeatedly, only Zhao Boli is still as nonchalant as he is at the negotiating table?

The identity of "drunk" gave him great courage.

He covered Zhao Boli's collar with his fingers, leaning his whole body against it.Warm breath pressed tightly together.

"You're drunk, don't mess around."

Zhao Boli spoke high-sounding words, but Liang Yuanxing felt the other party's fingers slipping over the fabric behind him, itching to the touch.

Both of them sensed danger, but Liang Yuanxing didn't want to stop.

Drunk people have the right to play dumb.

He called softly and sweetly: "Mr. Zhao."

As expected, the person holding him paused and did not push him away.

"Tell me not to mess around, but you let go?"

Taking advantage of his deep-set eyes being wholeheartedly emotionally affected by him, Liang Yuanxing put his lips close to his ear, sucking every word on the edge of the ear, doing torture almost like a kiss.

"You miss me? But I don't miss you, what should I do?"

Zhao Boli finally let go of his hand, and extinguished the newly ignited ambiguity with silence.

After the arms were separated, Liang Yuanxing looked at Zhao Boli with a look of confusion similar to his own, satisfied and masochistic.

Tomorrow, Liang Yuanxing will "forget" this ambiguous hug and intimacy, so that Zhao Boli can also experience how helpless he was holding the rose but not daring to stretch out his hand that night.