24 Lies

After leaving the set, the crew arranged another scene for Ming Zheng to celebrate his birthday.

Yan Mao was on the phone all the time when he got in the car and set off to the destination.

Mingzheng sat next to him and listened to a few words, he was talking about investing in a movie.His next film, a tale of a teenage adventure, is currently in development.

Mingzheng listened idly, then turned to look at the rain outside the window.

After a while, Yan Mao hung up the phone and saw him staring at the rain outside with fascination. After looking at him for a while, he began to find nothing to say: "It rained a lot on the day you were born."

Ming Zheng hummed, and replied, "You've said it many times."

Yan Mao looked at him for a while, then asked him strangely: "Why are you unhappy?"

Most of the time, Ming Zheng feels that he and Yan Mao don't know each other well, but the strange thing is that Yan Mao can always notice when he is unhappy.

Since no specific reason could be found, Ming Zheng had no choice but to attribute it to the fact that blood is thicker than water.

Mingzheng answered him: "When he just left, he didn't tell me to see you later, nor did he secretly look at me. It's a bit abnormal. I was wondering why."

Yan Mao was also stunned: "Who?"

"Zheng Guanyu."

Yan Mao: "..."

Mingzheng frowned and began to analyze: "According to my superficial understanding of him, he should still be angry with me, thinking that I lied to him, and he seems to have forgiven me on the surface, but he must be very upset in his heart."

Yan Mao felt that this topic was very boring, but he couldn't explain it clearly, so he picked up a movie magazine next to him and flipped through it.

There was a moment of silence.

Yan Mao's eyes were still fixed on the magazine, and he said slowly: "Remember you used to praise him for being good at acting? His movies will also be bought for collection."

Mingzheng thought about it for a while, and felt that this was not something to be ashamed of, and admitted frankly: "His movies are pretty good."

Yan Mao said thoughtfully: "He likes you, you should be very happy."

Mingzheng asked him strangely: "Why should I be happy?"

Yan Mao asked him back: "Unhappy?"

Mingzheng turned his head to look out the window: "...Not everyone wants their fantasies to become reality."

Yan Mao smiled: "Okay."

After being silent for a while, Mingzheng asked him abruptly, "What do you think of him?"

Yan Mao asked, "Which aspect?"

"Anything is fine, you can talk about it as you like."

"From the director's point of view, he is a very good actor. How many people can win the best actor in their early twenties? He is very talented. He has been filming for many years, but he can still see the innocent actor in his eyes There are really few, he is pure."

Ming Zheng nodded and asked, "No more?"

Yan Mao looked at him and said with a broken smile, "What else do you want me to say?"

Ming Zheng didn't speak, just looked at him.

Yan Mao said clearly: "That's...well, you just like falling in love, you really don't need to ask me what I think."

Mingzheng looked away: "Oh."

Speechless for a while.

As a result, Yan Mao asked him the next sentence: "Do you like him very much?"

Ming Zheng seemed taken aback: "I like him?"

Yan Mao thought for a while, then asked him strangely: "Don't you like it?"

Ming Zheng didn't answer.

The car drove through the winding mountain road, the heavy rain was pouring, and the raindrops hit the car window and blurred into one piece.

Taking the opportunity of Mingzheng's birthday, the crew directly rented a villa for everyone to relax. They said that they have never come out to play in Wanding, so this time they will take a rest.

The scenery of the villa is not bad, the house is an improved small bamboo building, and many tropical fruits and plants are planted around it.In the past, Mingzheng and his aunt often came to this restaurant to eat. Knowing that their pineapple rice and coconut cakes are very good, Zheng Guanyu must have never eaten such delicious local dishes.

He should like to eat it.

As a result, Ming Zheng discovered that Zheng Guanyu hadn't come while eating.

Mingzheng felt very puzzled, but no one at the dinner table took the initiative to mention this matter.

He guessed in his heart that Zheng Guanyu might come later.

Yan Mao only stayed in Wanding for two days, one day to visit Mingzheng, and one day to visit Ming Wenlan's grave on the mountain.

After a long journey, Yan Mao and Li Zhiyuan felt very tired after a few drinks, so they called Ming Zheng to the room for a chat, and explained that he would leave in the morning tomorrow without seeing him off.

When Ming Zheng closed the door, he blessed Yan Mao: "See you next time, don't smoke, and wish you good health."

Yan Mao replied to him with a smile: "Then I wish you a smooth relationship, but I hope you will film well first."

Not liking to be taught, Ming Zheng slammed the door of Yan Mao's room.

When they came out, the staff members who had finished eating had gathered together to play cards, and some were enjoying the rain scene while drinking rice wine and taking selfies.

Ming Zheng walked out and looked around idly, but still couldn't find Zheng Guanyu.

He found it really strange, so he grabbed a passerby casually and asked awkwardly, "...Isn't Zheng Guanyu here?"

The man looked at him, nodded and said, "Teacher Zheng stayed in the hotel to rest, and said he was not feeling well, so he won't come."

Not too comfortable?

Mingzheng's feeling uncomfortable is probably an excuse.

Are you really angry?

Or did he say he didn't want to eat with Yan Mao because he was embarrassed?

After thinking about it, Ming Zheng felt something was wrong.

But Zheng Guanyu is not willing to slap the cake on his face, and he is not the kind of person with a small stomach...

After hesitating for a while, Ming Zheng still called Zheng Guanyu.

Can't get through.

He stared at Yufa for a while, feeling that Zheng Guanyu's absence from the party was very strange, and he really wanted to know why Zheng Guanyu didn't come, and whether he was sleeping in his room listening to storytelling at the moment.

After thinking for a long time, Mingzheng still called Yanli and asked her to drive a car from home to him.It was almost impossible to get a car from the villa, and he didn't want to use the car of Yan Mao and the crew to go back.

However, Yan Li drove a very ostentatious car. If I remember correctly, this car is still bulletproof.

Mingzheng stood beside the car for a while holding an umbrella, as if he really didn't want to get in the car.

Yan Li said perfunctorily: "...the other cars have been sent for maintenance, and this is the only car left at home."

Obvious lie.But Mingzheng has no choice for the time being, he can only close his umbrella and get in the car.

On the way, Mingzheng had nothing to do in the car, and was inexplicably agitated.He looked around on the phone screen, and finally entered a certain social software out of boredom.

He rarely watches these things usually, the online world is a bit too noisy for him.

After hesitating for a while, Mingzheng finally typed out the three words 'Zheng Guanyu', found his personal account and clicked in to look through it.

It looks like a very official account, nothing new.

Now that Zheng Guanyu has come to this day, he doesn't need to deliberately manage anything. His works are the most convincing thing.The things he posts on this account are either for cooperation or promotion. There are very few things related to his own life. Even if he posts, it is very boring content, such as a cloud, a potted flower, cooking and so on...

The things he posted were the same as he usually looked, gentle, gentle, and simple.

Everything else is normal, the only one is weird.

The publication time was at the end of August last year, and it was located in a small town in Venice.Mingzheng made a rough calculation of the time. It seems that Zheng Guanyu left Ruili after he played a guest role in "Transit". According to the context of the blog post, he should have traveled nearby after attending the film festival in Venice.

The content is a video, I didn’t shoot myself, the camera kept facing out the window, it was a beautiful forest, and the sky was cloudy.

The video is accompanied by a very quiet piano piece. Mingzheng doesn't know the name of this piece, but he feels that the composer of this piece must have been very sad when he wrote it.

The camera then pans to a table with a crumpled object on it...

Mingzheng recognized it at a glance, it was a dried olive that had been stored for a long time.

That's it for the video, with only one sentence in the accompanying text——

"Will you forget me?"

This is the only content in Zheng Guanyu's account with obvious personal emotions.

Mingzheng was still staring at the line in a daze, and Yanli, who was driving in front, reminded him: "We're here."

When he came back to his senses, Yanli got out of the car first and helped him hold up the umbrella, and sent him to the hotel lobby.

Ming Zheng absentmindedly entered the elevator and pressed the floors, and walked step by step to the door of Zheng Guanyu's room... He suddenly remembered the day when they came back holding hands when they came back from work late at night.

There was no camera filming that day, but they all acted seriously, as if they were acting for each other or for themselves.

Mingzheng let out a breath, knocked on the door of Zheng Guanyu's room, and had already thought about what to say to Zheng Guanyu: You said you wanted to give me a birthday present, so I'll get it.

Yes, this reason sounds barely plausible.

It was Amai who opened the door.

When he saw Ming Zheng, he opened his eyes wide in surprise, silently expressing surprise.

Ming Zheng looked at Ah Mai for a while, and asked, "What about him?"

A Mai glanced behind him hesitantly, and said to Ming Zheng in a low voice, coyly: "Brother Guanyu...I'm not feeling well, brother Mingzheng, are you okay? Come to him tomorrow, that..."

Ming Zheng asked, "What about the others?"

Ah Mai pointed to the room: "He's resting, it's a bit inconvenient to see him now... Oh no, Brother Mingzheng, don't—"

After Mingzheng rushed in impulsively, he found Zheng Guanyu sitting on the ground, half leaning on the bed... His clothes were wrinkled, and he really looked uncomfortable.

Ming Zheng frowned and looked at him.

Ah Mai quickly explained: "After he came back, his hands hurt so badly. I told him to go to the hospital, but he refused to kill him. He seemed to be in a bad mood. He ran to the front desk and got a bottle of whiskey and drank it... Drunk, I'm having a headache."

Mingzheng immediately made a decision: "I'll accompany him, you go to rest."

"Ah? But..."

Mingzheng stared at him: "Are you worried about me?"

Ah Mai thought for a while, and felt that Zheng Guanyu should also be happy to stay with Mingzheng. After hesitating for a while, he felt that it would be better not to be a light bulb.

Before leaving, Ah Mai gently reminded Zheng Guanyu that he was not honest when he was drunk.

Dishonest, how dishonest?

After standing in front of the bed for a while, Ming Zheng walked over, patted the other person's face lightly, and called him: "——Zheng Guanyu."

Zheng Guanyu raised his head and looked at him for a while with drunken eyes.

Mingzheng patiently let him see it, asked him to confirm, and waited for a long time.

"Ming Xiaozheng." Zheng Guanyu said suddenly, "Happy birthday."

Mingzheng glanced at the time: "My birthday has passed."

"Really." Zheng Guanyu nodded blankly, "I'm sorry."

Ming Zheng didn't know why Zheng Guanyu said sorry, this sentence was a bit strange.

He wondered if Zheng Guanyu was drunk and wanted to play him, so he decided to observe first.

There is still a bottle of wine that has been drunk to the side.Mingzheng picked it up to see what kind of wine it was, and then drank the rest of it... Probably the receptionist picked it up randomly, it wasn't a good wine, it wasn't very tasty.

Mingzheng bent down, leaned closer and asked him, "Why do you want to drink?"

"I'm in a bad mood and my hands hurt."

"Why are you in a bad mood?"

Zheng Guanyu looked at him for a while, then replied with a bit of tongue: "You lied to me... so I can't be angry, can't I be upset?"

Mingzheng thought for a while, then changed the subject: "Does your hand hurt?"

He walked over to take a look at his hand, but Zheng Guanyu avoided it, raised his hand to cover his chest, and said, "My heart aches."

Ming Zheng could only withdraw his hand, propped his knees to look at him, and asked, "Why does it hurt?"

"Because... sad." Zheng Guanyu seemed to be talking to himself, "Why are you so annoying..."

After speaking, he shook his head sadly, seeming very tired.

Mingzheng felt that this person was a little childish when he was drunk... and a little fragile, anyway, he was very different from his usual well-dressed appearance.

This Zheng Guanyu is not so elegant and upright, a little embarrassed, even a little ugly.Zheng Guanyu like this is still very rare. Anyway, Mingzheng saw it for the first time, so he thought it was very strange.

It's like this when I'm drunk, it's kind of fun.

Ming Zheng smiled, and lightly poked his face: "Sleep when you feel uncomfortable, okay? I'll watch from the side, and I'll leave when you fall asleep."

Zheng Guanyu actually didn't hear this sentence clearly, but he caught the word "go" very sensitively, and rushed over to hug Mingzheng's waist.

Mingzheng couldn't dodge it in time, subconsciously dodged, and accidentally pressed his hand on his face, touching his mouth——

He wanted to move it away, but Zheng Guanyu put his finger in his mouth.

"..."

The warm touch goes straight from the fingertips to the brain.

Mingzheng's mind went numb, and he quickly backed away in fright, hiding in a panic.

With no fulcrum for his body, Zheng Guanyu swayed and almost fell, Mingzheng had no choice but to lean over to help him again, but the man rushed over to hug him again...

Zheng Guanyu hugged him stubbornly, and said in a low tone, "...don't go."

...that's no fun.

The incident happened suddenly, and Ming Zheng didn't know whether to hug him or push him away. Afraid of getting Zheng Guanyu's injured hand, he could only let him touch him up and down first.

After entanglement for a long time, Zheng Guanyu seemed to have no strength, and his body collapsed limply... Mingzheng stabilized his shoulders, and before he could figure out how to deal with the situation, Zheng Guanyu found Mingzheng's hand precisely.

First he touched his cheek, then he leaned over to enclose a finger of Ming Zheng, and licked it slowly.

Mingzheng: "..."

Yes, Zheng Guanyu is really dishonest when drunk, and has a soft spot for his hands.

Mingzheng was distracted thinking about what to do, but was soon too distracted by Zheng Guanyu to think.

His mouth was warm and his tongue was soft, licking very intently.Objectively speaking, he licked much better than the day he was filmed. He was drunk and had no scruples at the moment.

They took this scene before, it was a love affair between Gao Xiaoyu and Chen Zhou.

But now they are not Gao Xiaoyu and Chen Zhou, this is not a studio, there is no one else here, no director will interrupt them, there is a bed next to them, they are not acting now, there is no script for this play.

Mingzheng frowned and called out to him: "Zheng Guanyu..."

Zheng Guanyu replied to him with an um, a very ambiguous voice humming from his nose.

Ming Zheng looked at him, thought for a few seconds, and sighed slightly in his heart.

To be honest, many times he didn't know how to face Zheng Guanyu.

When Zheng Guanyu was talking to him, smiling at him, and sticky and pounced on him... Mingzheng always wondered if this Zheng Guanyu had been dropped.

The imagined Zheng Guanyu shouldn't be like this.

The Zheng Guanyu who was with me was not the distant Zheng Guanyu in the movie.

After getting in touch for a long time, I realized that Zheng Guanyu also has many ordinary and not-so-glamorous appearances. When he is sad, he will hide and don't want others to see him.

A gentleman is what outsiders call him. When he is with him, he is not so gentleman, not so noble. He is just an ordinary person who can cry and laugh.

How do you feel about him?

Freshness, curiosity, liking, liking, desire, love?

As if he couldn't understand why Chen Zhou liked Gao Xiaoyu, Ming Zheng found that he also couldn't understand his feelings for Zheng Guanyu. It seemed difficult to name that feeling, as if many, many thoughts were intertwined.

Hands are completely wet.Zheng Guanyu was licking his palm at the moment, with his eyes closed, looking very addicted.

So, does he look like a movie star?

Is he like the young film star whose debut has been smooth so far?

No, it's quite fragile.

The room was very quiet, Ming Zheng could only hear the sound of rain, the ambiguous sound of licking, and the sound of rapid breathing.

Mingzheng stared at Zheng Guanyu's face and thought for a few seconds. Before he could figure out what to do, Zheng Guanyu stretched out his hand and fumbled back and forth on his pants vaguely.

Mingzheng warned him for the first time: "Let go."

Zheng Guanyu didn't know if he heard clearly, his hands were still fumbling.The current posture is not very good, he faces Ming Zheng's crotch, looks up at him blankly, and moves his hands back and forth.

Half a minute later, Mingzheng stared into his eyes and warned him a second time: "Don't touch."

Zheng Guanyu ignored him, and was still groping, starting to unzip his pants.

Nothing more than three.Mingzheng looked at him quietly for a few seconds, pushing away his hands that were lighting the fire over and over again, but there was a strange throbbing in his heart that was slowly creeping up...

Ming Zheng's breathing became rapid.

He felt that he didn't really want to push Zheng Guanyu away...but this man was too clumsy when he was drunk, and couldn't unbutton his pants for a long time.

Ming Zheng sighed deeply, held his hand, and helped him.

It was raining heavily outside the window... But the surrounding sounds seemed to disappear at this moment, and Mingzheng could only hear his own beating heartbeat, which was deafening.