The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

"What are you looking at?"

Ban Zhun's clear voice pulled Rong Qian back from his daze.

Ban Zhun couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he saw Rong Qian's out of control.

It was all because of his previous actions that separated Rong Qian from his family, and they couldn't even get together during the Chinese New Year.

It's better to be really cruel, do more psychological work for grandma, and let him go free.

Rong Qian naturally has no interest in fairy wands, but because of the person who ignited the fireworks for him, he firmly held the delicate thin wire and watched it burn all the way from the top.

The cold wind on the terrace made even Rong Qian feel quite chilly, not to mention Ban Zhun who was just recovering from a serious illness.

Rong Qian neatly put the wires in his hand together, packed them again in a packing box, and looked up at Ban Zhun:

"Look at the stars."

Hearing Rong Qian's answer, Ban Zhun opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and then turned his head to look at the clear night sky. However, when he turned around again, Rong Qian seemed to see a flash in his eyes. The... sorry?

Rong Qian has never been a person who is easily curious, but facing the young man in front of him, he rarely wants to ask this matter clearly.

"you……"

Unexpectedly, Ban Zhun spoke before him:

"Go in and eat."

When Ban Zhun came out, he didn't forget to bring an ashtray. After giving the small fireworks to Rong Qian, he slowly picked up the ashtray, dusted the ashtray into the back wind, and didn't look at Rong Qian again:

"It won't taste good when it cools down for a while. The unmarked one is stuffed with cabbage. If you don't like it, put it aside..."

"Let's eat together," Rong Qian directly interrupted him, and when Ban Zhun turned his head to look at him in surprise, he repeated it again, but he was a little embarrassed, "We must eat together for New Year's Eve dinner."

Ban Zhun was burned by the soot, but the shock in his heart was far worse than the burning sensation he received.

It seems that his kindness to Rong Qian has finally paid off during this period of time.

This unsmiling ancestor was able to take the initiative to invite him to dinner.

But this is also very good, he doesn't have to get up hungry in the middle of the night looking for something to eat.

Ban Zhun crushed out half of the remaining cigarettes, gathered his coat, and walked in front of Rong Qian:

"Success, it's Chinese New Year, everyone is happy."

While Rong Qian was bringing the food to the table, Ban Zhun hurriedly went to the wine cabinet to pick out a few bottles of good wine that had been preserved for many years and put them on the coffee table:

"Let's eat here, the Spring Festival Gala is about to start."

After finishing speaking, as if he was afraid of being rejected by Rong Qian, Ban Zhun hurriedly brought up his reasons that he thought were reasonable and said to him:

"The New Year's Eve dinner is delicious only after watching the Spring Festival Gala."

Rong Qian had never tried this way of eating, he felt that it was not very tidy, even a bit sloppy.

But when he saw the young man sitting on the carpet, Rong Qian walked towards him involuntarily, bent down to put down the dish in his hand, and turned around to pick up the other ones, which was acquiescence to Ban Zhun's suggestion.

Fresh and interesting to look at too.

While sitting beside Ban Zhun with his legs bent while holding the tableware, Rong Qian found that there was already a cup on his left hand, filled with light-colored wine, which was illuminated by the chandelier in the living room, which really looked a little attractive.

"Late harvest sweet white wine, low alcohol content."

Ban Zhun gently pushed the body of the cup, and when the cup touched Rong Qian's knuckles, he pursed his lips and signaled him, "You've grown up, it's time to learn how to drink."

The main character in the original book is a long-sleeved, good at dancing and slick at the end, but the book does not describe too much about the growth of the big brother in the seedling period, such as how he learned to drink, or that he learned without a teacher.

Ban Zhun thought that helping Rong Qian light up this skill tree must be an opportunity, and tonight is a good opportunity.

As the protagonist Gong's one-night mentor, when he strikes at him in the future, he shouldn't be so vicious, right?

Looking at the crystal clear cup, Rong Qian glanced at Ban Zhun with a half-smile.

In fact, he doesn't know how to drink.

On the contrary, he drank very well.

It's just that he didn't quite understand Ban Zhun's intention of asking him to drink at this time, so he politely refused, "I'm not very good at drinking."

Ban Zhun saw the vigilance in Rong Qian's eyes, raised his cup and smiled at him:

"I'll do it first, and you can do whatever you want."

After speaking, he raised his head and drank the liquid in the cup in one gulp.

Ban Zhun's Adam's Apple is very nicely shaped, so it is suitable for all commercials that require a neck to be pictured.

When swallowing, the Adam's apple rolled gently under the thin white skin.

Rong Qian unconsciously curled up his knuckles on the coffee table.

Throat is also a bit dry.

In his mind, he convinced himself with the reason that "it's too impolite for him to refuse to drink after someone else has offered a toast", and he also picked up the wine glass, and drank it clean under Ban Zhun's somewhat surprised gaze.

He wanted to see what the man was up to.

Ban Zhun seemed to be in a good mood, but there seemed to be worry between his brows. It was impossible to say whether he was happy or sad. In short, he drank one glass after another, drinking the red one and drinking the white one, but he didn't eat a few mouthfuls of dinner.

"I drink... quite enough, most people can't drink me..."

Ban Zhun's eyes were already stained with drunkenness, filled with a layer of faint water vapor, leaning sideways with his elbows on the coffee table, looking at Rong Qian with a smile on his side.

With that said, he stood up from the carpet, staggered to the floor-to-ceiling windows and lay down on the glass, pointing to Rong Qian a few buildings not far away:

"There, there, and the land there, all belong to Ben's, and all belong to me..."

Ban Zhun turned around and pointed to his nose proudly, "I drank it all..."

Realizing that he was talking nonsense, Ban Zhun shook his head in confusion, and corrected himself with lowered eyes and blinking:

"I talked about it all."

With the foreshadowing in front, Rong Qian knew the way he used to negotiate.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on weekdays, there is nothing to worry about, but Ban Zhun standing here drunk at this time really makes people feel a little uneasy.

Seeing his wobbly look, Rong Qian hurriedly put down his wine glass and walked over, holding Ban Zhun's arm:

"you're drunk."

Ban Zhun patted Rong Qian on the shoulder as if he had heard something funny:

"Drunk? I've never tasted drunk before."

Arrogant and conceited, isn't he the one who was poured into the palace a few days ago so that his mother didn't even know him?

Ban Zhun's eyes looked a little tired, he exhaled slowly, blinked his bright eyes, looked up at Rong Qian, as if he wanted to say something to him, but he tilted his head and leaned against him Rong Qian's shoulder.

Rong Qian froze while supporting him, and hurriedly looked at the face of the man in his arms.

"Ban Zhun?"

Ban Zhun dazedly rubbed the slightly itchy eyebrows on Rong Qian's shoulder, opened his eyes and stared at Rong Qian thoughtfully for a while.

After a while, under Rong Qian's gaze, he slowly reached out and grabbed Rong Qian's skirt, motioning him to follow him.

However, Rong Qian's hands and feet suddenly turned slightly.

...When Ban Zhun just raised his head.

Rong Qian still couldn't recover, and raised his hand to touch his hot ear.

Just now, Ban Zhun's lips... seemed to have scratched this place of him.

But the instigator himself was unaware of it.

Rong Qian also drank, but that amount was not enough to make him drunk, but at this time it became a reason he found for himself to use alcohol to play.

A reason to wander around recklessly with Ban Zhun as a matter of course.

"Money, all the money is here..."

Ban Zhun dragged Rong Qian's sleeves and walked forward, because he was drunk, so he didn't expect Rong Qian to be so obedient and let himself be dragged away.

Rong Qian wanted to struggle at first, but when he saw Ban Zhun's eyes were red and he wanted to show off his possessions with pride, he unexpectedly loosened the grip on Ban Zhun and took He picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, then followed him into the study.

As soon as Ban Zhun entered the room, his feet softened suddenly, and he almost knelt on the ground, but Rong Qian frowned and supported him before he could stand still.

He was very polite when he was drunk, and when he turned around, he bowed to Rong Qian, and said in his mouth:

"arigatougozaimasu..."

Rong Qian was pressed against his stomach by his bending and bowing, and subconsciously took a step back. When he found that Ban Zhun's center of gravity was unstable, he stopped backing and supported his weight on his abdomen.

But Ban Zhun himself didn't have this awareness. He shook his head immediately after saying the previous words, "No, I'm not Xiaori...a person who lives a good life."

After correcting himself again, Ban Zhun still didn't straighten up, and rubbed his head against Rong Qian's stomach, "Thank you."

Rong Qian looked down at the swirling hair sticking to his belly, tried hard to control the urge to reach out and touch it lightly, and avoided his eyes without a trace.

Ban Zhun was so drunk that he was dizzy, so he didn't notice his dark eyes. He grabbed the corners of the display cabinets in the room, staggered to the large desk, knelt down and pointed to the things he hid under the desk. The safe, raised his head and smiled at Rong Qian:

"The money is here, if you are short of money, just come and get it, the password..."

He couldn't think of how to open the cabinet, so he simply sat on the ground with his upper body lying on the chair, looking at the safe with a worried look.

"Get up first."

Rong Qian leaned over and tugged at his arm.

Sick all day long, and still sitting around, I'm really afraid that I won't get sick.

"Oh, remember..." Ban Zhun Chaorong gave a thumbs up and grinned triumphantly, "This is the password."

After speaking, he straightened his thumb and pressed it on the small screen.

The unlocking was successful, and the door of the box opened in response.

Ban Zhun took out a few stacks of dark green banknotes from it, threw them into Rongqian's arms, and muttered, "Here, I'll give you all."

Rong Qian didn't reach out to pick it up, and Ban Zhun thought he thought it was too little, so he started to take money from it again, as if he was afraid that Rong Qian would be in a hurry, Ban Zhun turned his head to comfort him from time to time:

"Don't panic, this is all yours, don't worry, I will give you whatever you want..."

Rong Qian couldn't help feeling a little funny.

He looks like this, it really has the meaning of a foolish king spoiling the country's demon concubine.

Ban Zhun didn't allow Rong Qian to refuse his money-spreading behavior, so he leaned on the door of the safe with his waist pouted, throwing money out of stacks, as if he wanted to bury Rong Qian alive to be satisfied.

Tired from tossing around, Ban Zhun directly hugged the pile of money, leaned against the corner of the table and became dazed.

"Go back to the bedroom and sleep."

Rong Qian threw the money in his arms on the ground, leaned over and gently helped him up.

"I'm going back to my bedroom..."

When Ban Zhun was drunk, his mind seemed to be a lot more active than usual, and he was actually a master who didn't suffer.

Seeing him turn his head and walk towards the master bedroom, Rong Qian frowned, but didn't stop him.

Did he do whatever he wanted in the name of being drunk, or was he really drunk?

Ban Zhun was so drunk that he couldn't even see the road clearly, so naturally he didn't know what Rong Qian was thinking.

He walked into the master bedroom, stood beside the big soft bed, and plunged into his beloved mattress.

Rong Qian has a slight obsession with cleanliness, but when Ban Zhun fell on his bed, Rong Qian knew that he had enough time to react, so he grabbed Ban Zhun and threw him out the door.

But somehow, he didn't do it, or even think about it at all.

"Niu Niu, don't..." Ban Zhun's legs were entangled by the quilt at the end of the bed, making him mistakenly thought that his legs were being grabbed by someone in his drowsiness, and he muttered in a low voice, "Don't cling to..."

Rong Qian's pupils shrank slightly.

Niu Niu?

Wasn't it sent away?

Could it be that he was found back by the ungrateful Ban Zhun again?

Just as Rong Qian was a little bored, Ban Zhun continued to mutter, "Don't cling to Rong Qian, stay away from him...otherwise you will definitely..."

will be killed by him.

Ban Zhun didn't utter the last half of the sentence when he fell into a deep sleep, but it was enough for Rong Qian's ears.

Like a girl who can be easily coaxed by flowers, the corners of Rong Qian's mouth immediately curled up.

It turned out that it was because I missed him.

Oh, let's have a snack.

Rong Qian put his hand on Ban Zhun's forehead, and lightly touched his soft, broken hair.

Suddenly, Rong Qian was startled, he actually said the words that he just thought in his heart, and Ban Zhun heard him.

"……Um?"

Ban Zhun grunted in his throat, startled Rong Qian, quickly withdrew his hand, and looked at him vigilantly.

I saw Ban Zhun opened his sleepy eyes and smiled naively: "Is there any dessert?"

Rong Qian: "...No, go to sleep."

Ban Zhun, who was drunk, was much more honest than usual when he slept.

Rong Qian was worried that he would vomit on his bed, so he could only support his arms by the side of the bed, watching Ban Zhun intently.

But during the day, he was also busy outside for a day, and he was so tired that he subconsciously lay down beside Ban Zhun on the bed.

Although there was still a trace of clear mind, and he knew that he should keep a distance from his classmate, Rong Qian still fell asleep in a blink of an eye.

Just when he was about to enter the dreamland, Rong Qian's consciousness had the last glimmer of clarity.

He should really throw Ban Zhun back in his room.

Forget it... just sleep for a while.

For a long time, Ban Zhun has often been drunk and slept in the clubhouse, and he would also wake up in his exclusive private room. At this time, the waiters in the clubhouse would do their best to take care of him and strive to get him To the last tip of this order.

Before he opened his eyes, Ban Zhun didn't know where he was, but felt dizzy.

He patted the hand on his body, thinking it was a staff member who came to wake him up, so he ordered in a hoarse voice:

"My dear, pour me a glass of water, keep it warm."

A strange yet familiar indifferent tone came from my ears, and it was so cold that a layer of goose bumps appeared on Ban Zhun's arms:

"Who are you calling?"

The moment he heard this cold voice, Ban Zhun woke up on the spot, jumped up from the bed, and looked at the people behind him in disbelief:

"You? Why are you on my bed?"

Rong Qian moved his arm, which was pressed by Ban Zhun for the whole night, sat up and replied lightly:

"It was you in my bed."

Ban Zhun looked around in disbelief, and found that he was indeed staying in Rong Qian's room.

Those intermittent memories of last night flooded in, which made Ban Zhun stunned for a while, which was a bit unacceptable.

"Who is the sweetheart?"

Obviously Rong Qian didn't want to let Ban Zhun go easily.

He felt that he still had a legitimate reason and status to ask Ban Zhun this question.

"Sweetie?"

Ban Zhun asked with a frown.

Rong Qian waited patiently for his answer.

"Oh," Ban Zhun slapped his knees, and replied with a helpless smile, "The resplendent waiter is called Xin Gan, and his surname is Xin and his name is Gan."

Before Rong Qian could ask the next question, Ban Zhun cut it off:

"I don't know why he is called that name. If you want to know, you have to ask his mother."

In the end, before Rong Qian could make things difficult, he once again assured his own style of life: "It's pure and pure, the relationship between the client and the waiter."

Rong Qian: "..."

This explanation... might as well be none.

But he could see that Ban Zhun's expression was really not deceiving.

Seeing Ban Zhun turning over and getting out of bed in despair, and then fleeing in a hurry with his slippers on, Rong Qian couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, and raised his hand to touch the pinnae, which had started to feel hot again.

.

Ban Zhun really felt that he might have damaged his brain, otherwise why since the car accident, every time after drinking, he couldn't remember what happened at that time.

He squatted on the edge of the terrace, pulling his hair in frustration, tapping the top of his head from time to time, intending to verify his memory by dealing with computer crashes.

But it was useless, he couldn't perceive any information except for a headache.

But the fact that he and Rong Qian slept on the same bed last night is an indisputable fact.

This family can't stay anymore.

As if a process had been deliberately arranged, just as Ban Zhun was about to find a reason to leave home, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Ban Zhun connected without thinking.

"Ah Zhun, you don't have to go to the company for Chinese New Year, just come out to play? Last night I gave you New Year's greetings, but you didn't answer the phone, where did you hang out?"

Gou You's grinning voice came from the other end of the phone.

He is the most playful of all Ban Zhun's friends, but he knows Ban Zhun's bottom line, every time he takes him out to play, he is very measured and never leads him to places he doesn't like.

Ban Zhun was anxious, and when he heard Gou You's rescue, he hurriedly agreed: "Now? Where is it? When will I arrive?"

As long as there is a place for him to go, otherwise he really can't get over the fact that he and Rong Qian slept in the same bed.

"A charity gala, there will be many people from all walks of life, when the time comes..."

Gou You understood Ban Zhun's dream, so he used this excuse to introduce some directors and screenwriter friends in the circle for Ban Zhun.

Ban Zhun understood what he meant, but he also cared more about things: "What time is it... for the party?"

He can't be home too late.

"Hey, Hu Peng will pick you up when the time comes, don't worry, Zhun, I'll send you the specific address later."

Gou You comforted Ban Zhun a few words, and then hung up the phone.

Since he was discharged from the hospital, Ban Zhun has been determined to do a good job in his career, thinking that no matter what, he must win back his reputation from those who slandered him.

It takes a lot of face for a man, not to mention the class boss who has always been held in the palm of the people around him.

Many affairs of the company have been handed over to the uncles of the Ban family in a low-key manner at this recent stage, so that when the elder brother checks the accounts in the future, he will no longer feel that he is greedy for the property of the Ban family.

So in the next time, Ban Zhun can focus his life on the career he really loves, and chase his dream without any scruples.

Taking advantage of Rong Qian's absence from the bedroom, Ban Zhun quickly walked across the living room to the bathroom to take a shower, tidied himself up and sat in the bedroom while waiting for Hu Peng while playing Rubik's Cube.

Rong Qian caught him on the spot when he was taking the Rubik's Cube, and quickly looked up and down the suit on Ban Zhun:

"want to go out?"

Ban Zhun knew that Rong Qian hated these places, so he didn't want to give him any reason to hate himself even more, so he directly blocked the future troubles:

"Yes, I'm going to the company for a meeting."

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It was not until past two and a half past three o'clock that Hu Peng drove to the downstairs of Ban Zhun.

When they arrived at the destination, it was already dark outside. At this time, Ban Zhun was as anxious as a little sparrow who sensed that it was going to rain.

"You drag me here, you have to send me back, or I will trouble the driver at home to pick me up."

Hu Peng took a sip of his wine and patted Ban Zhun's shoulder nonchalantly, "Are you still worried about me? The mission must be fulfilled."

Hearing his bold words, Ban Zhun pursed his lips silently.

It's because of you that I don't worry.

"Just make friends, and leave the rest to me."

The dinner party was about to start, and Ban Zhun was caught by some familiar real estate agents, and rushed to introduce some unfamiliar people. Just when he was about to find an excuse to leave and meet people he was more interested in, Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a tall and familiar figure.

The smile on the corner of Ban Zhun's mouth suddenly froze, and then he took a slow breath, returning to the smile he had just had when he had a harmonious conversation with someone.

"I think the land at Jiaoguang has great prospects for development. Next time, Mr. Liu..."

Ban Zhun turned his back on purpose, not wanting to have eye contact with that person.

Ban Zhun's change of posture made Mr. Liu feel very strange, and subconsciously followed Ban Zhun to change directions.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he happened to see someone he knew, and greeted him enthusiastically:

"Mr. Year!"

Nian Anton looked towards the source of the sound. There were a lot of people in the banquet hall, but only Ban Zhun's appearance was the most eye-catching. Coupled with the direction of the voice, he walked towards Ban Zhun and the two with a smile.

In fact, Rong Qian had already spotted Ban Zhun when he entered the banquet hall.

Rong Qian also found it very strange why the less he wanted to care about anyone, the more he would be the first to spot him in the crowd.

After much deliberation, he didn't come up with a trick, so Rong Qian simply stopped looking at it, and didn't add to his buoyant mood.

But when he saw Ban Zhun chatting with a man with gusto, Rong Qian suddenly felt a little irritable for some reason.

As a result, the man next to Ban Zhun took the initiative to call Nian Anton, so that he couldn't leave Nian Anton alone.

Nian Anton, who walked up to Mr. Liu, looked Ban Zhun up and down.

From the exquisite Windsor knot on his shirt just below his Adam's apple, to the well-made dark gray suit, his eyes fell on the toe of the young man's spotless leather shoes, and he smiled faintly:

"This is the head of the small class, right?"

Ban Zhun was a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, and subconsciously leaned behind Hu Peng.

Rong Qian narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Let me introduce you," Nian Anton patted his nephew on the shoulder and said to everyone, "This is Rong Qian."

In the past, Nian Anton would have used Rong Qian's family background to introduce his brilliance to everyone, but now the Rong family is a joke in Jinghai City. lost face.

Rong Qian is not yet 20 years old. Although he has always given people the impression of being mature and prudent, he still has the impulsiveness of a teenager after all.

He has never been brought to such an occasion by the Rong family couple. After all, the Rong family has always been very expensive and always likes to put on airs and not attend various occasions, so Rong Qian doesn't have much experience in such occasions.

So those famous business people don't know him.

However, Hu Peng, a fine man, felt that Rong Qian looked familiar.

But after all, it was Nian Anton who brought him here. He just turned his head and glanced at Ban Zhun inexplicably, and gave him a puzzled look. Answer that he doesn't know these two people himself, and tell him not to make a fool of himself.

Seeing the ambiguous look of Ban Zhun and Hu Peng flirting, Rong Qian slowly looked away.

Then Hu Peng turned around and smiled politely at Rong Qian, and embraced the shoulder of Gou You who had just walked over:

"Xiao Rong is not very old, let me introduce you too, this is Gou You, just call him Brother Gou, and the one behind me... tsk, who is it."

Ban Zhun was about to sneak out of the sight of these people by holding the wine, but unexpectedly, he was dragged back by Hu Peng, and he forced himself in front of Rong Qian, as if he was trying to sell a popular product. Rong Qian said:

"Xiao Rong, you young people are chasing stars or something, do you know this one?"

Ban Zhun's feeling at this moment was as embarrassing as when his mother used an umbrella handle to force him to say hello to his uncles when he was a child.

He was originally ashamed to appear on such an occasion, but the opposite of him was still looking at Rong Qian with cold eyes like some kind of feline that would shrink its pupils sharply when it saw prey or enemies.

To die.

Faced with Rong Qian's cold gaze looking at him, Ban Zhun tried his best to shrink back, but Hu Peng's arm was like a jack, holding him firmly in place, unable to move, so he could only bite the bullet and face Rong Qian's fake laughed:

"...Hi, hello Xiaorong."

With Ban Zhun's tangled look, it seems that he really doesn't want others to know that they know each other?

Rong Qian didn't feel annoyed either, and opened his frown slightly, and replied with a half-smile:

"Hi Mr. Ban, did you come over just after the meeting?"

Hu Peng and Gou You looked at each other quickly, trying to find resonance in the eyes of their friends.

Why did the air... suddenly become sour?

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: Something is wrong with him, he looks like he is going to hit someone, it must be very painful for him to hit someone, right?

Mrs. Ban: He lied to me for a reason. He must be afraid that I would worry about him. My wife sticks to it~

[I'm so sleepy, my back hurts, woo woo woo, I want Modo Modo's comments, oh~ good night my dears]