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"It's not the story I told you, don't believe it casually."

Sheng Zhixin was stunned.

The man's lips were not far from his ear, and he could even imagine the touch of those lips.

Warm and soft.

"It's not the story I told you, don't believe it casually."

Wen Gu seemed afraid that he hadn't heard clearly, so he repeated it again.

Sheng Zhixin suddenly turned to look at him.

What does he mean?

Could it be that he found out about what I heard in the corner yesterday?still......

In his panic, he could only hear the sound of his accelerated heartbeat, and his ears seemed to be wrapped in a membrane, which kept buzzing.

The director looked at Sheng Zhixin: "Mr. Xiao Sheng, please tell me what you heard."

Sheng Zhixin looked at Wen Gu subconsciously, but saw that he avoided his gaze and looked down at the ground.

"Teacher Xiao Sheng?" The director followed him suspiciously, "You..."

Sheng Zhixin took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "It's not the story you told me, I won't believe it casually."

"Eh?"

The director didn't hear clearly: "Mr. Xiao Sheng, can you... repeat it a little louder?"

Sheng Zhixin's face flushed red.

He raised his voice slightly: "It's not the story you told me, I won't believe it casually."

Wu Tong blinked in confusion: "But what the director told me was clearly 'music and you are on the road', why is there such a difference?"

Lin Zijin raised his eyebrows, watching the excitement, Dadi preemptively said: "Who? From whom did you get the wrong message? Voluntarily surrender, be lenient when confessing, and be strict when resisting."

Wen Gu stretched out his hand slowly: "It's from me."

"Mr. Wen, you are too far behind." The solid-eyed child Wu Tong was still struggling, "There are no words at all, how did this spread?"

Lin Zijin was beside him and said yin and yang: "Your teacher Wen is old and his ears are not good. Maybe tomorrow he will buy a hearing aid to match his 18-year-old mouth. Don't worry too much, the scourge will live for a thousand years."

Ai Xin's face suddenly turned pale, and he looked at the two people sitting in the front row in disbelief.

Since the person involved frankly admitted that it was his fault, the director didn't go into it any further, and handed the coin to him as agreed.

As usual, two acrylic cardboards were taken out at the same time, one with "Duck" written on it, and the other with beer drawn on it.

Before the director could speak, Wen Gu threw it away.When the coin fell back into the palm of the hand, what was exposed was a straight yes.

The director has never seen such a proactive guest: "Congratulations to everyone who has won the next tourist destination—Qingdao."

Wen Gu tossed the coin back to the director, the expression on his face was still calm, as if he didn't feel that he dropped a blockbuster just now.

He was fine, but Sheng Zhixin was about to blow up.

What is "It's not the story I told you, don't believe it casually"?

Does Wen Gu know what Ai Xin said to him?

So... is it true that Wen Gu is looking for someone?

But why did he emphasize not to believe what he heard?

His eyes wandered over Wen Gu, but Wen Gu closed his eyes and closed his eyes on the car seat as if he didn't see him.

Sheng Zhixin was so anxious that he couldn't find a chance to ask his own question, so he could only lean against the car window in frustration, watching the scenery passing by outside.

When they arrived at the airport, Wen Gu still helped Sheng Zhixin carry his suitcase without saying a word.

"Mr. Wen, I..."

As soon as Sheng Zhixin got started, Wen Gu dragged his suitcase to find the luggage.He had no choice but to follow closely behind the man.

Wen Gu seemed to know that he was following, so he slowed down and waited for him to catch up.

"Mr. Wen, what you just said..."

Sheng Zhixin was so nervous that his palms were sweating, he hesitated and asked again: "What do you mean by that sentence?"

"Literally," Wen Gu said, "don't listen to the villain's slander, it will damage the pure friendship between us."

Sheng Zhixin was not as frustrated as before, but a little more helpless when Sheng Zhixin was put under the big hat of "friendship".

But Wen Gu didn't seem to think too much about explaining, he just dragged his suitcase and walked forward.

***

Whether it's a coincidence or intentional, Sheng Zhixin and Wen Gu's seats are next to each other on the plane.

The second episode of their first variety show was aired last night, but Sheng Zhixin didn't have time to watch it because he was preoccupied, so he downloaded it on the road and got ready to board the plane to relieve the boredom.

Wen Gu glanced at the tablet in his hand: "Aren't you afraid of being scolded?"

"The only way to go." Sheng Zhixin remembered that he cried in this person's arms on the night of the first episode, and smiled a little embarrassedly. "You have to get used to it sooner or later."

Wen Gu took a deep look at him: "So enlightened."

After saying this, he fastened his seat belt and closed his eyes again.

Sheng Zhixin's heart moved, and he blurted out: "Mr. Wen, did you not sleep well last night?"

Wen Gu slightly opened his eyes and looked at him: "Huh?"

"I just see that you seem to be... tired all the time on the road today?"

Wen Gu looked at his concerned face, his heart moved, and he smiled with the corners of his lips: "It's okay, it's just a little uncomfortable."

Sheng Zhixin's heart tightened: "Uncomfortable? Is it the heart?"

"Probably, I have heart palpitations," Wen Gu said, "I'll be fine after a while."

Sheng Zhixin raised his heart again: "You have a bad heart and shouldn't be flying."

"Then what should I do? Go over there?" Wen Gu smiled half-smile, and suddenly stretched out his hand to flick his forehead, "Don't worry about eating salty radish, go watch your variety show."

Sheng Zhixin covered his forehead, a little caught off guard by his sudden intimacy, and after recovering, he told me: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, where is the medicine? Take the medicine too, so that in case... ...."

In fact, Wen Gu didn't sleep well last night, and now he wanted to catch up on sleep, so he came up with bad thoughts and teased a little traffic, but he didn't expect this child to be very serious, and he was really worried about his heart.

Mr. Wen, a singer-songwriter at the actor's level, felt a little uneasiness in his conscience, so he put the small white medicine bottle on the small table: "Satisfied?"

Only then did Sheng Zhixin let him go to sleep, but if he had something to do, he would take a look at Wen Gu, for fear that something might happen to him.

The plane taxied and smoothly shuttled through the clouds.Sheng Zhixin still didn't dare to look at the barrage, he dragged the progress bar intermittently, and stopped at the part of Wen Gu and Wu Tong.

It turned out that the two people who went out to the fire pit were going to hold a small concert.

The firepit was located in a music bar, and the owner of the bar asked them to perform music as temporary guests in order to get the instruments needed for the next day's music festival.

Sheng Zhixin was fascinated by the person in the picture sitting casually by the bar with a guitar in his arms, tried the sound, and then there was a popular folk song.

After playing one folk song, Wen Gu changed to another one, cut seven or eight songs in one breath, and then replaced Wu Tong, sitting on the sidelines drinking the concocted wine served to them by the bar owner.

Bravo.

Sheng Zhixin asked himself that although he had quite a lot of music reserves in his head, he couldn't just cut and change at will like Wen Gu, and he didn't hesitate to memorize the scores.

The person on the screen is sitting lazily, with long hair hanging slightly on his cheeks, the sunlight slips from the window, slowly caresses the tip of his nose and lips, and falls on that beautiful collarbone.

Sheng Zhixin pressed pause, and his gaze drifted to the person next to him.

Wen Gu seemed to be in a deep sleep, his chest heaved slightly, and he didn't even wake up from the sunlight shining on his eyes from the window.

Sheng Zhixin stretched out his hand lightly, and pulled down the shade of the window, but when he retracted, he rubbed softly.

His fingertips trembled, realizing that he had accidentally touched something just now, and almost knocked off the tablet on his lap.

not on purpose.

It wasn't really intentional.

Sheng Zhixin could swear to the sky that he had never had excessive thoughts just now, but he still couldn't help but glance at people.

Counting his close contact with Wen Gu, the first time he was drunk, the second time he was drugged, and he was sober none of the time.

It didn't leave a deep impression.

Maybe he will never have the chance to be so close to the person he likes in the future.

the person I like.

Sheng Zhixin recited these four words silently, and suddenly felt a strange feeling.

When he was in love with Ai Xin before, he didn't know what liking was at all. He only knew that Ai Xin treated him well, and he wanted to repay Ai Xin double, so he blindly gave things and obeyed everything, as if he had always been obedient, Ai Xin will never be abandoned if he gives what he wants.

But it's different for Wen Gu.

He would be happy all day because of Wen Gu's appreciation, or toss around all night because of an ambiguous sentence, or worry about his body and safety.

This is a feeling that Sheng Zhixin has never experienced before.

He swallowed, raised his head furtively, and looked around.

Wu Tong was also sleeping, Lin Zijin was reading, and Ai Xin was staring out the window in a daze.

No one noticed him.

Sheng Zhixin got the guts out of nowhere, trembling and slowly approaching Wen Gu, rubbing against his side face, leaving a fleeting, specious kiss.

His heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat, and his palms were covered with sweat, for fear that his bad deeds would be discovered by others.

But the person being kissed didn't respond, and seemed to be really asleep.

Sheng Zhixin recovered from the fear just now, and his eyes fell on Wen Gu's lips.

Did I really kiss the person in front of me at that time?

What does a kiss feel like?

Sheng Zhixin tried his best to recall the scene at that time, but he couldn't remember anything.

If I really don't have a chance to be with Wen Gu...

Sheng Zhixin raised his head again, after confirming that everyone was doing their own business and had no time to pay attention to him, he finally cleaned up his hard-heartedness again, lowered his head slightly, and kissed Wen Gu's lips.

Those are very soft lips.

The criticism, encouragement, comfort, and the songs he liked to death all came from these lips kissed by him.

It turns out that when kissing, even the soul will tremble.

The plane was still flying smoothly above the clouds, and the afternoon sun filled the entire cabin, dyeing the seats and blankets golden.

This time it was still a close kiss, but Sheng Zhixin felt that a long, long time had passed, as long as the end of the world, or the end of time and years.