out of plain sight

After Chen Moting finished filming abroad, he rushed to Chang Kun's agency before landing in Beijing.His last trip before the Spring Festival was Chang Kun's "Natural Boyfriend" new album release conference on February [-]th. As the male lead of the title song MV, Chen Moting had to be the guest.

There were only two people in the agreed meeting room, one was Sun Jinghan, and the other was Chang Kun's manager Li Wenhao.

Chen Moting raised his hand to greet the two: "Good sister, brother Sun."

"I'm back." Sun Jinghan looked behind him, "Where is Assistant Huang?"

"I asked her to go back to rest first." Chen Moting turned to Li Wenhao, "Chang Kun hasn't come yet?"

"Here we are." Li Wen said with a smile, "It's just the four of us here. The others can't have a meeting, so he doesn't know where to go to play."

"Then I went to find him, Brother Sun?"

Sun Jinghan waved his hand to signal him to go.

Li Wenhao watched Chen Moting leave, unable to hide his envy.She is about the same age as Sun Jinghan and has similar qualifications. She knows that the relationship between artists and managers is not what it used to be. After Chang Kun became popular, she called herself "Little Li" one by one, but Chen Moting could still call "Xiao Li" respectfully. Brother Sun".

"You two have such a good relationship."

"Maybe it's because he's still a third-tier star."

Li Wenhao smiled wryly: The relationship between the manager and the artist is more or less "mother is more expensive than the child". The ending of the manager ultimately depends on whether the artist has a sense of gratitude.Celebrities often thank their teachers for their guidance and their seniors for their support, but they often put their agents in a dispensable position and forget them easily.

The so-called glory of the gold broker is purely a self-deceiving industry legend.

Chang Kun was chatting with a newcomer singer beside the vending machine, when he saw Chen Moting approaching him from afar, he dropped the other party and hugged him around his neck: "Master Chen is back."

Chen Moting accepted the endorsement of a brand of men's clothing, and the first advertisement was to shoot him walking towards the conference room accompanied by his assistant, changing into a shirt and suit while taking off his business casual attire.The TV version treats the changing of clothes as an instant transformation effect, while the online version has a larger scale and directly releases the complete process, making Chen Moting's figure comparable to that of a catwalk model: slender but not thin, strong but not swollen, masculine but Not stiff, impeccable from head to toe, with a perfect transition from casual to business.Chang Kun has called him Young Master Chen since then, and he still has more meaning to this day.

Chen Moting turned his head to look at the rookie singer who was upset: "Where are you picking up girls?"

"I don't date old women." Chang Kun took a sip of hot coffee, "Besides, I've always been the one who gets soaked."

He dreamed of being a singer when he was a teenager, and he has received systematic music training, which has obvious advantages over singers who become monks halfway through talent.The most important thing is that his family is well-off, and his family is willing to spend a lot of money to pave the way for him. Even if his voice quality is average, as long as he has a good five notes, he will be popular for granted.

Therefore, there is an endless stream of people hugging their thighs. Of course, Chang Kun doesn't need to take the initiative to pick up girls: "What are your plans for Valentine's Day?"

Chen Moting untied the arms around his neck: "Are you awake, old man? Valentine's Day is your new album launch, and I'm the guest here."

Chang Kun is also only 24 years old, and he doesn't feel disgusted by being called an old man every day, so he handed him the coffee: "I'm asking how you plan to spend the rest of your time?"

Chen Moting took a few gulps and finished his drink straight away: "Eat and sleep."

"I think you are the elderly." Chang Kun took back the coffee can, shook it, and threw it into the trash can, "Anyway, you have nothing to do, why don't you wait for me to finish and have some fun together?"

"I don't go to nightclubs."

"No one let you, a top ten young man, go to nightclubs or play games at my house."

Chen Moting pushed him: "Is this fun? Two bachelors spend Valentine's Day together, it's not shabby."

Chang Kun put his shoulders on him again: "Then I'll call the two girls together."

"I'm not interested in girls."

"I don't care." Chang Kun tilted his mouth in a sly manner, "If you don't spend the holiday with me, I will go and break the news that you secretly talked with a girlfriend. I am your good friend in China. People will believe what I say. You can figure it out."

Chen Moting threw his arm down again: "You are convinced."

The press conference of "Natural Boyfriend" was arranged five days before the Spring Festival, but the enthusiasm of the scene was not discounted at all. In addition to Chang Kun's fans, there were fans who came specially for Chen Moting.Chang Kun was very excited, and complained that it would be better to kill Chen Moting for a kiss scene: "At first I suspected that he deliberately NGed to kiss more times, but later I realized that he was really in pain."

Chen Moting brought the microphone to his mouth: "I perform well every time, but you are too demanding."

"No matter what." Chang Kun said, "Next time I find someone to shoot a romantic MV, I will definitely not look for someone who has no love experience."

Chen Moting covered the microphone, and the phrase "What's the matter if you haven't been in a relationship" faintly leaked from the loudspeaker, and there was a burst of screams at the scene.

Chen Moting lowered his palm to appease the fanaticism of the fans, and glanced in Sun Jinghan's direction.

The venue was not too small, and it was definitely a blurred sea of ​​people looking down from the stage. It was impossible for Chen Moting to know where Sun Jinghan was.

When he looked at the stage again, Chen Moting was already continuing other links as if nothing had happened.

Sun Jinghan sent a text message to say hello to Assistant Huang, put on his windbreaker and walked out of the venue, walking to the subway station.

There are many couples cuddling each other in the carriage, and there are also young people holding large bouquets of flowers or dolls alone, while most middle-aged people look numb or even unhappy.Sun Jinghan looked at his own shadow reflected on the car window, and he was tired and weak like a specimen.

He really didn't want to go to Qin Hao's appointment on such a festival.

Qin Hao arrived at the Sanyuanqiao subway entrance ten minutes later than him. Sun Jinghan could see the unconcealable hostility on his face from a distance. It was obvious that he had been severely abused by the subway at the evening rush hour: "Boss Qin."

"Hi." Qin Hao raised his hand, "Are you hungry?"

"It's okay." Sun Jinghan didn't eat breakfast and lunch well. The first thing he did when he got out of the subway was to buy a meat sandwich from a roadside stall to fill his stomach. No matter how hungry he was, he couldn't go anywhere. "Where should I eat?"

"Just follow me."

The two stood on the side of the road to stop the taxi. There were quite a few cars, but they were all carrying passengers. The noise of the black cars soliciting business was getting louder and louder.Qin Hao looked at Sun Jinghan and tilted his head towards the black car: "Let's go?"

Sun Jinghan smiled: "Let's go."

A person's value can be changed, and a subway line can be created from scratch, but place names are often longer than favors.As soon as Qin Hao mentioned the destination, Sun Jinghan realized that this was going to the place where the two rented together.He hadn't set foot in this area for many years, and now there are high-rise buildings in the area where one-story houses were contiguous. If he hadn't seen the traffic signs, Sun Jinghan would have found it hard to believe that this was the dilapidated place he lived in back then.

Qin Hao took him for a while in an immature business district, and stopped in front of a restaurant with an "Old Taste" signboard: "Do you remember this restaurant?"

Sun Jinghan tried his best to search in his mind, but he didn't remember such a decent restaurant back then, so he smiled perfunctorily.

Qin Hao reached out to protect his back and walked up the steps: "It was a small run-down bungalow at the time, and we ate here nine out of ten times."

Sun Jinghan lifted the thick cotton curtain at the door to let him go in: "So I have a little impression."

He remembered that the two of them frequented a small restaurant back then. Although it was dilapidated, the food was large and cheap, which also suited Qin Hao's taste.In fact, the dishes made by this restaurant all have the same taste, and you can't even tell the ingredients when you close your eyes.Just because Qin Hao liked it, every time he was asked where to eat, Sun Jinghan would always name this place, even if it was a cheap date.

Sun Jinghan lowered his head and adjusted his glasses to cover up a sneer passing by the corner of his mouth.

Not to mention that the decoration and dishes have been upgraded several times, and even the boss has changed. The so-called old taste is only the name of the store.

The previous Christmas Eve appointment failed, and Qin Hao came up with the idea of ​​Valentine's Day again.If it weren't for Kong Dongyue's explicit hints over and over again, Sun Jinghan would never have agreed to the appointment——Qin Hao missed the past that he couldn't bear to look back on, and he didn't want to remember how humble and pitiful he was.

The two ate a home-cooked meal in silence, and Sun Jinghan asked Qin Hao to pay the bill knowingly. When they went out, they found that there were scattered snowflakes in the sky. Qin Hao's car was parked across the road, and the driver was waiting in the car.

"This should be the last snow this year." Qin Hao raised his head and exhaled white steam into the air, patting the snowflakes that fell on Sun Jinghan's shoulders, "Are you still going home for the New Year?"

"No return."

Qin Hao smiled and said, "You really hold grudges. So you won't forgive me, will you?"

"I never hated you, Mr. Qin, don't lie to yourself." Sun Jinghan stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and looked at him with a smile, "I have offered it to you at least twice. Don't eat, unless you can't be hard on me. I have an old-fashioned face and white hair now, which doesn't suit your taste."

Qin Hao shook his head: "I don't want to go to bed with you, I just want...how should I put it, to be with you. If you have to go to bed to achieve this goal, I can take medicine to satisfy you. I can give you too much More, career, status, money, comfortable life, I will give you whatever you want, as long as you treat me like before."

"I used to do nothing but sleep with you."

"You love me." Qin Hao took a step closer, "You unconditionally support my business. Don't blame me for treating you as a substitute for a woman without asking for anything in return. This is not called 'doing nothing'."

"I can't help you if you insist on sublimating that relationship." Sun Jinghan took two steps back, "You have a successful career now, and there are so many beautiful women around you. I can't support you, and you can't treat me as a woman. Mr. Qin I really don't understand, what do you want from me?"

Qin Hao was taken aback by his question, and then smiled and said: "I want you, it's you, Sun Jinghan, others can't." He pointed at Sun Jinghan's chest, "Don't think that I won't pester you if you make me faint, I, Qin Hao, don't necessarily have to make sense of what I want to get."

Sun Jinghan's appearance and body are no longer attractive to him, but he still wants to get close to him and possess him, because no matter whether he is flattering or sarcastic, there is always an inexplicable tenderness.

Qin Hao felt that he was possessed by a demon.

He drove away in the car, leaving Sun Jinghan standing in the cold wind for more than half an hour to wait for the bus. He went back to the company to pick up the bus. The long holiday was even worse, and I was stuck in traffic for two hours before I got home.

He shuffled out of the elevator, halfway through his yawns, he saw Chen Moting standing at the door with his shoulders hunched, took off his glasses and stroked his forehead heavily: "Why are you freezing here with the key?"

"I want to see you soon." Chen Moting took out a rose from behind, stomped his feet and said, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Chen Moting," Sun Jinghan put on his glasses and refused to answer, "I'm 36, 15 years older than you. I'm a veteran of one-night stands, sleeping with strangers at least twice a month..."

Chen Moting interrupted him: "The same after we dated?"

"...Not after dating."

"That's really enviable. I still have zero experience."

Sun Jinghan was speechless: he did not talk about the one-night stand to make Chen Moting envious, the imaginary blockbuster was easily resolved by him, and it did not achieve the effect of persuading him to quit at all.It's only been a few years, Sun Jinghan said in his heart, he didn't create a star, but he taught a Tai Chi expert.

"And I'm past my 22nd birthday, and you're only 14 years older than me."

"I'm two years older than your father."

"In law, he is my elder brother. Don't take advantage of me in terms of seniority."

Sun Jinghan couldn't say no to him, and took out the key to open the door.

Chen Moting followed him into the room, wrapped his arms around his shoulders from behind, and buried the tip of his cold nose into his neck: "I've been waiting for you for nearly an hour, I'm so cold."

"..."

"I know that one rose is too shabby, and ninety-nine roses are suitable for you, but it's too ostentatious to buy. One rose is fine, it means I have my heart for you."

"..."

"Assistant Huang said you have something to do, why do you insist on picking Valentine's Day, and it's so late?"

"I'm looking for a one-night stand."

Chen Moting took a deep breath from his neckline: "You don't smell like having sex."

Every time Sun Jinghan is hugged by someone, it is on a strange bed. Such a still embrace is unexpectedly warm, so warm that it is hard to let go, and he even hopes that time will stop and become eternity.

"Happy Valentine's Day." Sun Jinghan took the rose in his hand, "It's so late, do you want to go home or sleep in my living room?"

"Sleeping in the living room, of course."