out of plain sight

At 10:30 in the evening, Chen Moting was sitting downstairs wearing a mask and hat, looking up at the lights on Sun Jinghan's floor.In the more than a month since the finale, Sun Jinghan has not moved at all, let alone going to bed, even a glance has become a luxury.

The room leak happened to be raining all night, and the situation was bad enough. The "In the Silent Place", which was planned to be promoted next month, failed to pass the final trial, and it was revised again and again. However, although it finally won the dragon mark, Cong Xia The stubborn temper was violated. As a director and producer, he directly gave up the domestic theaters. Anyway, it is not a big investment and a big production, which means that the media can afford it.

Chen Moting, who was counting on using work to divert his attention, had no hope, and the time was even more difficult.

He vowed that he was the one who would be a friend with benefits, no matter how itchy his heart was, Chen Moting would not rashly come to harass Sun Jinghan.

But the two live in the same community, and it is not easy to restrain their behavior.Chen Moting ran to Sun Jinghan's downstairs and squatted every night. For a few days, the lights in the room were not on, and he was about to make a phone call.

Chen Moting lowered his head and played with his mobile phone for a while, when he heard footsteps stop nearby, he raised his head and saw two people standing in front: "Sun..."

Sun Jinghan turned his head and asked the security guard, "Is he the suspicious person you mentioned?"

The security guard in his 50s has never seen Chen Moting's face clearly, but he is very familiar with his height and shape, and he is very familiar with his hat and mask: "Yes, it's him."

"This is my friend," Sun Jinghan patted Chen Moting's face, "Performance artist, acting weird is his job."

The security guard wrinkled his nose and looked at Chen Moting half-believingly: "Mr. Sun, are you serious?"

"I'm an old resident."

These words were actually very convincing, and the security guard promised that I remembered him and would not be afraid of him in the future.

Sun Jinghan grabbed Chen Moting's arm and pulled it up: "Go to my house and sit for a while, artist."

Chen Moting followed him disheartenedly into the unit building.

Sun Jinghan didn't speak, and he didn't dare to speak rashly. The stiff atmosphere continued until the two entered the door.Sun Jinghan hung up his suit, suddenly grabbed his shoulder and pressed against the door, raised his neck and kissed his lips.Chen Moting was caught off guard, and slid a few centimeters along the door, holding his waist with both hands, and the anxiety accumulated quickly dissipated in the intertwined lips and tongue.

After kissing for a while, both of them were hard.

Sun Jinghan let go in time, Chen Moting habitually lowered his head to chase his lips, but he pushed his chin up, causing his neck to ache.

Sun Jinghan lifted up the glasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose: "The security guard said that you squatted downstairs until late at night every day, wearing a mask and a hat, which scared the old man half to death."

Chen Moting leaned against the door and smiled wryly.

Sun Jinghan turned and walked away: "Come in and talk."

If Chen Moting met with an amnesty, he put on his slippers and walked into the living room.A small suitcase stood beside the sofa and was packed: "Are you going on a business trip?"

No one responded.

Chen Moting went to the bedroom to find someone, and Sun Jinghan was changing clothes with his back to the door, his thin and muscular back flashed in front of his eyes, covered by his pajamas.

Sun Jinghan took off half of his trousers, and sat on the bed with his back turned. Seeing Chen Moting who was standing at the door, his brows were frowning loosely. He took off his trousers and put on pajama pants, and patted the place beside him: "Come here."

Chen Moting walked over and sat down.

Sun Jinghan lit a cigarette, took a puff and handed it to Chen Moting.

After the two exchanged their cigarettes, Sun Jinghan stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray by the bedside: "I haven't looked for you recently because I have a lot of shit on hand, and I'm not in the mood for sex, and I don't want my emotions to disturb you."

"There's no need to explain to me." Chen Moting tightened the corners of his mouth, "It's just friends with benefits."

"My friends, don't go downstairs to watch the lights every day. Fortunately, I am a security guard who is afraid of getting into trouble. What should I do if I encounter a strong one and turn me to the police station?" Sun Jinghan shifted his weight back, fell on the bed, and stretched out his hand to pull his clothes, "Lie down with me for a while Son."

The last time he was so gentle and proactive was the day before the two broke up, he gave enough sweetness and then gave a resounding slap in the face.Chen Moting was not very happy when he learned from the past.

"I haven't been in Beijing for a few days because I was on a business trip abroad." Sun Jinghan said, "Tomorrow I will be on a business trip again, and I will be back in a few days."

"it is good."

Chen Moting waited for his next sentence, but a few minutes later, the sound of steady and regular breathing rang in his ears.

Chen Moting turned his head slightly, and looked at the people around him with breathless concentration.Sun Jinghan's head was naturally tilted in his direction, his glasses were still on the bridge of his nose, his brows were relaxed, his lips were slightly parted, tender and soft.

Chen Moting's heart almost jumped out of his chest, he turned his eyes away and suppressed the urge to kiss him.

Sun Jinghan's first sense when he woke up was the sense of taste - he fell asleep without washing up last night, and the smell of cigarettes left in his mouth made his throat a little hoarse.He fell asleep so soundly that he didn't even realize when he got into bed.

He touched the glasses from the bedside to put them on, and walked around the house, but Chen Moting was not there.

He originally wanted to talk about Shi Xiang's affairs yesterday, but he is no longer Chen Moting's manager, nor is he his lover, so it seems that he is not qualified to talk about it.When he was struggling in bed last night, he actually fell asleep.

Maybe it's God's will, if you are not in your position, you don't plan for it.

Sun Jinghan's own affairs were already troublesome enough, and he had no time to worry about them.

Back then, he took the train all night and morning, slept hard on his neck and sat on his knees before arriving in Beijing. After returning to this land more than ten years later, he only needed to fly in the air for a little more than an hour, which is more difficult than traffic jams. Sometimes the drive home from the company will be short.

Sun Jinghan walked all the way across the boarding bridge and out of the pick-up gate, there was always a shadow dangling in the corner of his eyes, at first he thought it was a coincidence on the way, when he hung up the work phone in his hand, he subconsciously went to find that figure, and was following The opponent's four eyes met.

Chen Moting preempted him before he could speak: "I'm not at ease."

"I'm on a business trip."

"When you're on a business trip, ask your assistant to book the flight ticket, not yourself." Chen Moting looked guilty, "I peeked at your text message and saw the ticket booking information."

"How do you know my mobile phone password?" Sun Jinghan blurted out and raised his forehead, "Forget it, it's not important. Did you report to Sun Hui when you left Beijing?"

"No need, I'm sure there are no arrangements in the past two months. Besides, it's only two hours from Beijing this time."

Sun Jinghan frowned and smiled: "I'm here to deal with private matters, it will be boring if you follow me."

"I'm idle anyway, just treat me as air."

Sun Jinghan said in his heart that there is such a large piece of air that is full of presence, and looked around to find the route signs of the airport bus.Chen Moting followed like a shadow, paid for the ticket and got on the bus, squeezed between the two rows of seats aggrieved.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Sun Jinghan lowered his voice and asked, "Where is the self-consciousness of your girlfriend?"

No matter how Chen Moting put his hands, he didn't feel right, so he simply folded his arms and said, "I'm scared away, you were so weird last night, I'm afraid you don't want me anymore."

A popular celebrity holding two awards in his hands, tossing like a bitter wife, Sun Jinghan patted his leg with a wry smile: "Don't think about it. What time did you arrive at the airport?"

Chen Moting looked at him facing the light, the eyes hidden behind the plain mirror did not know whether it was reflecting the light from the car window or gleaming too wetly: "Seven or eight o'clock."

Sun Jinghan's flight took off from the Capital Airport at ten o'clock. Chen Moting booked a flight ticket four hours in advance and got off the plane first to block him. He didn't dare to listen to music or play with his mobile phone for fear of missing it. In addition, Sun Jinghan's flight was delayed, so he waited tediously for five more than an hour.

"Didn't you eat breakfast and lunch? Let's have something to eat when we enter the city, and explain while we eat."

Sun Jinghan's left elbow rested on the narrow window sill of the car window, propped his chin and looked out the window, his right hand was always resting on Chen Moting's leg, and it slipped slightly as the bus occasionally stopped, Chen Moting felt that he was about to get an erection.

The two found a braised noodle restaurant near the drop-off point, and as soon as the big iron pot was placed in the middle of the table, Chen Moting remembered that the braised noodle restaurant they often went to when they first started working together was also in the same posture.

"It's a local specialty, although Beijing also has it." Sun Jinghan picked up the chopsticks, "I haven't been back for more than ten years, so I can't tell you whether the taste is authentic or not."

Chen Moting was taken aback for a moment, he knew that Sun Jinghan had a bad relationship with his family, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.

"My father is critically ill again. I said so in August, but after so long, he is still in critical condition. It is probably destined that we will meet again." Sun Jinghan picked some noodles into the bowl, looked up at him, "Eat."

He seemed to have great resentment towards his father, but his tone was understated. Chen Moting couldn't imagine how their father-son relationship came to this point, but it was not incomprehensible—if he knew that his biological father was dying somewhere, would Chen Moting I will also have this attitude.

Sending off is just a formality, so as not to fall into the shoes of others.

"I rebelled against my father since I was a child, prevented him from taking money to gamble, and even beat him with my own hands." Sun Jinghan sneered softly, "After he got sick, I paid most of the medical expenses, mainly because I didn't want my mother to live too hard. , but my mother still thinks I'm an unfilial son."

The waiter brought several dishes and a small bottle of white wine, Sun Jinghan poured half of it for himself, and asked Chen Moting with his eyes if he needed it.

Chen Moting felt that he needed a whole bottle of wine, so he shook his head with a smile.

"My mother is already old, and she still puts love first as she was when she was young. She devoted herself to a scumbag and kept turning her head back. She didn't influence the scum, but she often moved herself... That's why she can't understand me. .” Sun Jinghan drank the wine in the glass slowly but without stopping, poured another glass, but hesitated when he handed it to his mouth, “It’s terrible.”

This sentence is talking about himself.At this moment, Sun Jinghan suddenly realized that the relationship between himself and Qin Hao was almost the same as his parents, a terrible replica. Fortunately, he woke up in time and did not look back.

Sun Jinghan looked up at Chen Moting: "I suddenly want to sleep with you."

Chen Moting was feeling extremely distressed, and was stunned when he heard his proposal: "Now?"

"What? Think it's immoral to have sex during a funeral?"

"I don't think so, I'll give you whatever you want."

When Chen Moting said such words naturally, Sun Jinghan only felt a burning pain in his chest from being burned by the wine: "Don't put your figure so low, don't always put on a posture of sacrificing for me, I'm not used to it."

"Your definition of sacrifice is too broad. Everything goes according to yours. It is not sacrifice." Chen Moting took his cup and drank it down. "There is a word you may also know. It is the dragon of the real dragon emperor under the head of the treasure cover." , that word is pet."

"..."

As soon as Sun Jinghan was silent, Chen Moting didn't dare to make mistakes again, and put down his glass to smooth things over for himself: "Of course, as a friend with benefits, I'm not qualified to use this term, just to clarify your wrong definition."

Although Sun Jinghan didn't get drunk by half a glass, he seemed to be dazzled, vaguely felt that some sentence was a little funny, took off his glasses and laughed lowly.