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I don't know if it was because the water temperature was too hot or Ling Qingyuan's body was still weak, but after the two were released, he leaned powerlessly on Tan Yue's body.At this moment, the complicated thoughts and all kinds of dilemmas faded out of my mind, and there was only the lingering affection between the two of them, like breathing intertwined.

"...It's all yours."

Tan Yue's whole heart was filled with him.

"Tan Yue..." Ling Qingyuan said lazily, "I should have thought of..."

"Don't think about it." Tan Yue guessed that he had some bad thoughts again, and quietly hugged him to comfort him.

Ling Qingyuan chuckled softly: "Should have known how much... I love you."

Tan Yue also laughed. He looked at the ceiling of the bathroom, his eyes were filled with dense water vapor.His thoughts are as long as silk threads, and every aspect is full of emotions.Tan Yue concentrated on it, then rubbed his hair again, telling him to relax first.

When Ling Qingyuan recovered, she found that she was already lying on the bed in Tan Yue's master bedroom, hugging him in his arms and being wrapped in his body temperature.Seeing that his eyelids were drooping from sleepiness, Ling Qingyuan asked him if he was going to sleep.

"Look at you for too long..." Tan Yue kissed the tip of his nose and said, "It's past zero, do you want to eat dumplings?"

"dumpling?"

"Wu Dong gave it to me before, probably because he was afraid that I would starve to death."

Ling Qingyuan said slowly with a thoughtful expression: "Wu Dong is wise. According to your cooking skills, there is a possibility of risk if you are not fed. Do you know that you should boil dumplings in water, not in a microwave or rice cooker?"

"I will Baidu these steps." Tan Yue shrugged: "You are so capable, anyway, I will serve you well."

Hearing what Tan Yue said, Ling Qingyuan felt sorry for not getting up to cook dumplings.As soon as I lifted my upper body with my hands, I felt a pain in my waist.Tan Yue followed suit, grabbed two big nightgowns from the closet, put one on for him and said, "You've been working for so long just now, let me come this time."

Ling Qingyuan still followed him to the kitchen, and watched him take out a bag of quick-frozen dumplings from the refrigerator, put water on the pot and light the fire: "How many times have you eaten dumplings before that you became so proficient?"

Tan Yue waited for the water to boil, sprinkled the dumplings in and covered the pot, then went back to Ling Qingyuan and pinched his nose: "You want to run as soon as you hit the ground, you'll be able to do it if your waist doesn't hurt."

Ling Qingyuan nodded, seriously: "It's okay. Except for not being able to cook, everything else meets my family's standards." Tan Yue smiled and asked him what the standards were, but Ling Qingyuan told him to look for them in himself.

Tan Yue was amused: "Your standard is too subjective, it's obviously more than I set." After boiling water for three times, he fished out the white dumplings with a colander, flaunting that none of them had a broken skin.

Tan Yue came to the dining room with two bowls and padded the dining chairs. Ling Qingyuan followed him lazily, and said without thinking: "You really look like my wife."

This sentence was unclear, Tan Yue looked back at him subtly, took his hand to let him sit down, asked him speciously if he still thought about his wife seriously.

"I used to think about it when I was thinking about my mother. There was no one living in such a big house, and I wanted to find someone like her. After I went to college, I didn't think about it. Seeing you like this today, I understand that my wife should be you." Such."

Tan Yue kissed him and said that he was really subjective.He fed him two dumplings, and asked why he must be a daughter-in-law.

"When I call you that, I feel very warm."

Tan Yue looked at his young face affectionately, and there was a discord between his age and his words, and burst out laughing: "I really never considered my feelings when I called you."

Ling Qingyuan said righteously: "That's because we feel the same way."

Tan Yue knew that he had the key leadership, so he didn't care about the details of the form at all.After Ling Qingyuan finished his supper, he moved back to the living room and lay on the sofa.The home theater was still playing his movies in a loop, Tan Yue was too lazy to turn it off, and neither was he.

Tan Yue washed the dishes, cold hands came over and iced Ling Qingyuan, the latter shivered and curled up, just in time to be hugged again by Tan Yue.The two huddled together on the [-]-meter-wide sofa, not for rest or sex, as if they simply wanted to be so close to each other.

"What kind of director am I, and my works?" Ling Qingyuan looked over Tan Yue's shoulders and stared at "暌迷" flowing on the screen in a daze.

"It's tasteful. It's not pretentious, but it's very profound. It's not deliberate, but it's very expressive. Your work is like poetry, not the kind of excessive force or posing. After reading it, you will feel that this story should be like that."

Ling Qingyuan kissed the corner of his lips.

"Your story grows out. Maybe you like to use paintings or music as metaphors. To me, it looks like a seed blossoms and bears fruit. The whole process is so natural. There is simplicity and purity in nature." Tan Yue kissed back over him.

"You are still too handsome. If the grade is lower, maybe I will want to use you." Ling Qingyuan smiled and pressed his face.

"Play Qiu Ba as a scholar or as a monk? Or do you play a deaf drummer again?" Tan Yue complained: "I am competent for any role, but you are prejudiced and always don't give me a chance."

"Tan Yue, I knew it too late before." Ling Qingyuan said softly, "If I can direct again... I will definitely give you one..."

Tan Yue knew that he was talking about a work that had just been conceived but not realized, so he quietly waited for him to continue.Ling Qingyuan pulled away his thoughts, flashed through many fragments of time in an instant, and finally said: "I will ask you to play the father."

Tan Yue couldn't hold back, and asked, "Is there a prototype?"

Ling Qingyuan nodded speciously: "He will be a great father. But the story is not all about father and son. Specifically, it depends on how the screenwriter plays it."

Tan Yue pinched Ling Qingyuan a bit, a little upset: "He is so demonic that he is still loyal to you. It is said that he is still writing. Have you... ever thought about meeting him?"

Ling Qingyuan did not answer this question.He never thought about it in his life, never wanted to disturb his family.Ling Qingyuan's vague and impure friendship with him has already come to an end.

Ling Qingyuan kissed Tan Yue, put his arms around him, and turned the direction by pressing the switch: "The prototype of the father in the story is not my father, and the son is not me. But the relationship between father and son is always similar. I believe that Mr. Ling's subjective will not harm me , I believe that he never thought of hurting my mother and me subjectively."

Tan Yue heard that Ling Qingyuan was beginning to tell his thoughts, and hugged him tightly with his backhand.When Ling Qingyuan asked him if he had heard about Qin Yin, the mother of the Ling family, Tan Yue nodded slightly.

"The reason why the two of them divorced was that my mother thought that Mr. Ling was too capitalistic and profit-seeking, while Mr. Ling thought that my mother was an artistic idealist and unrealistic. Facts have proved that their evaluation of each other is correct."

"My mother was depressed because of art, and what was supposed to be extremely beautiful later caused her pain. It was because the times changed too fast, and she didn't have time to adjust and accept the reality, so she finally chose a dead end."

"As for Mr. Ling, I don't know how he has been these years. It's just that the last time I saw him, I felt that he was aging very quickly. I remember he was only sixty-two. He guessed in his own heart that I would like his wealth. My heart is completely opposite. Poor his kindness has also been distorted by others."

Tan Yue silently called Ling Qingyuan's name.He suddenly understood why Ling Qingyuan no longer pursued the cause of his drowning and death, because even if he knew the truth, he would not be happy.Ling Qingyuan doesn't like his father, but still knows that he is old, and remembers that he is getting old.

Tan Yue recalled that when he passed by Qingyuan's house last fall, he saw white roses placed in front of the fence gate.He also vaguely recalled the bouquet of white roses that he brought to commemorate himself at the Qingyuan memorial service.Tan Yue kissed Ling Qingyuan's cheek, and gently told him about it.

"Maybe it was given by Mr. Ling. It was given to me, or I don't know. After all, roses were my mother's favorite during her lifetime." Ling Qingyuan sighed: "That man always wraps himself in steel and iron. Too cold to get close."

"I don't hate him for anything. He thought about giving me money, thinking about casting a movie, and even sending flowers to me after death. But all these are his "self-righteous" love and the warmth in the cracks, which I still can't bear .”

His tone made Tan Yue feel sad, Tan Yue whispered softly in his ear, telling him that he would be with him forever: "I told Qin Ziyu."

Ling Qingyuan was stunned for a moment.

Tan Yue touched his brow bone, turned over and picked him up and put him on her body.This action made Ling Qingyuan feel sore for a while, and he repeatedly refused to say that he didn't want to do this position again today.

"We will always be together. One day it will be revealed to the public. I will work hard for it. You know, I can't bear to look at you and not be able to hold your hand anymore... instead of worrying All kinds of causal damage, it is better to go forward."

After hearing Tan Yue's words, worry spread across Ling Qingyuan's face again.Ling Qingyuan heard Tan Yue tell him to believe that he didn't need to worry about it, even if he didn't work for a year or two, he wouldn't starve to death.The only thing that will make him starve to death is that there is no one in the kitchen.

Ling Qingyuan heard what he said so mysteriously but confidently, so she restrained her curiosity and uneasiness, and reluctantly nodded.

The posture of straddling quickly made Tan Yue want to move again.Ling Qingyuan also felt it, but he pressed his shoulders with both hands and didn't dare to move too much. Although he accepted it in his heart, the moment just now was already very intense for him.

Tan Yue smiled deeply, and he laughed at the entanglement of the people around him: "The love is here, what else are you thinking about?"

Ling Qingyuan retorted: "If you give me the back door, you will know what I'm thinking."

Tan Yue said, "You still said you would stay with me all the time." He sat up from the sofa, let Ling Qingyuan's arms hang on his shoulders like a koala, and his legs were wrapped around himself, and he walked back to the master bedroom.

Both of them were only wearing their nightgowns, and when they returned to the bed, they took off the belts of their robes and had a clear view.Tan Yue caressed the curvature of his back, signaling to let him relax. Ling Qingyuan knew that he had always been measured, so he no longer refused to simply compromise with the white flag.

"You danced with Su Qinxin before. Shao also asked you to dance. After all these years, I have never had a chance to tell you..."

Ling Qingyuan's face was rubbed against the pillow, he felt Tan Yue's scorching heat sinking into his body inch by inch, his gentleness made people want to scream out loud, making people extremely crazy, but the subtleties made people shed tears.

"Be my dance partner."

Water dripped from the corners of Ling Qingyuan's eyes, and he nodded unconsciously.This appearance made Tan Yue extremely pitiful, he leaned over and kissed away the salty tears from the corners of his eyes, which fell in his heart like raindrops gradually entering the ocean, and waves gradually formed, gradually becoming huge waves.

"Qingyuan..."

In the early morning of the first day of the new year, Ling Qingyuan's first thought when he woke up was that Tan Yue lost control and almost killed him.But after tidying up himself, he couldn't vent his anger on him at all.

"Uncomfortable?"

"I mistrusted you yesterday, don't touch me again today."

Tan Yue stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his chest, rubbed his chin against his hair and said softly, "Senior brother, my wife is wrong. You have a lot of adults, let's keep the status quo."

Ling Qingyuan sniffed the masculine smell in his chest, the scent of peppermint and hormones, and was at a loss for words for a while.He also heard Tan Yue flattering him, saying that only by making Ling Qingyuan fall into a dream can he feel that he is not in a dream.

Ling Qingyuan's heart was so soft that he bit his chest, and when he reacted, he pushed him away and said, "I'm going to be hungry in the morning on the first day of the new year. Where did Si De go?"

Tan Yue laughed that he only had these fighting strength and hard-talking kung fu, turned over and got out of bed, and put on his nightgown.Turn around and give him a kiss.Lips parted, Ling Qingyuan looked at him, only felt that all this was too much like a home, a real home.

Tan Yue is a scumbag in the kitchen, Ling Qingyuan came out of the bathroom and went downstairs, he was still thinking about how to cook the eggs.Ling Qingyuan couldn't stand it anymore, so he suggested that he cook it like dumplings.

"When will Wu Dong come back?"

"Tomorrow."

The two ate boiled eggs and drank warm milk to soak cereal for breakfast.Ling Qing eats less food in the first place, so it's not a problem.Later, Tan Yue ordered another bag of dumplings to make up for it.

"When are you going back to the film and television base?"

"The third day of junior high school." Counting the days, Tan Yue became depressed.He knew that Ling Qingyuan had nothing to do, so he asked him what he was going to do next.

"It's still a movie, and the company operates it. The director is a new friend, and the screenwriter is also a young man with a lot of ideas." Ling Qingyuan said lightly.It is Huang Xi's arrangement to act in the movie again. This movie is going to give him the starring role. After about half a year of shooting and production, I also hope that he can hit this year's Magnolia Award newcomer.

Tan Yue didn't ask for details, but said that he was so transparent, so he naturally had a bottom line in his heart.After dinner, Tan Yue called home, Ling Qingyuan nestled on the soft sofa and flipped through his script lazily.

Ling Qingyuan has always believed that Jia Fan's director is very good, he can play the subject matter very vigorously and full, and the foothold of the story is also very serious and responsible. "Rebirth at the End of the World" centers on Dong's family. Master Dong is an old bureaucrat in the late Qing Dynasty. Some of his three sons follow the old ways, some eat, drink, prostitute and gamble and then send out foreign ideas for a new life, and some are concerned with industry and join the comprador.Tan Yue played the old-fashioned eldest son.

Of course, his old-fashioned not from beginning to end, when the burden of the family and the changes in the current situation suddenly fell on him, the heavy burden forced the eldest son of the family to find a new way to maintain the family and survive in the last days.

Tan Yue was chatting with his family in a tone of eating too much duck eggs, talking about the Spring Festival Gala, talking about work, and talking about feelings.His wanton perfunctory, talking nonsense and changing the subject made Ling Qingyuan, who had never had a parent for many years, twitch in his temple.

"Unexpected." Seeing Tan Yue put down the phone, Ling Qingyuan said: "You son is really enough. They already thought of seeing you, please go to the Spring Festival Gala."

"Well, it's better than looking for my name on tabloid internet gossip." Tan Yue said lightly, "Anyway, we had the Spring Festival Gala yesterday, they just don't know."

Ling Qingyuan threw a cushion at him.Tan Yue caught it nimbly, jumped over and squeezed into a sofa with him.Ling Qingyuan pushed him and told him not to get too close, and asked if his family didn't know yet.

"They don't know what to believe for a long time. But don't worry, they will definitely like you." Tan Yue said confidently, Ling Qingyuan asked him why, only to hear Tan Yue explain: "You make a movie, I will I will bring one home, my parents often read it."

Ling Qingyuan was stunned, he didn't expect Tan Yue to be so obsessed.He opened his mouth, stammered for a long time and couldn't utter a word, just hugged him hard.

"My mother likes "The Violation", and my father likes "The Soul". Tan Yue knew that the director Ling Qingyuan was afraid of being praised, so he deliberately teased him.Then he told him that his father was a civil servant, his mother was a teacher who had just retired, and the couple lived a leisurely life in the middle class.

"Ordinary parents, with sound IQ and EQ, little stubbornness and not extreme. If they are far away, they will treat their son as a treasure, but if they are close, they will treat their son as a rotten egg." Tan Yue's tone was quite salty.

Afterwards, the two of them almost overlapped to read the script, and whenever Ling Qingyuan turned to Tan Yue, he would read that page.Occasionally chat with people and friends in and out of the play, past and present.Tan Yue mentioned that Jia Fan also liked Qingyuan's movies very much, Ling Qingyuan even said that he was ashamed, saying that he hadn't watched a TV series directed by Jia Fan.

"Did you not watch my play Xie An?"

"I saw your makeup and plot summary." Ling Qingyuan was extremely honest.

"You, if you don't pay attention to yourself, you don't touch it at all. When you walk forward, you never think about turning back. I really don't know whether to praise you or say you." Tan Yue rolled down from the sofa sullenly, looking for I bought the disc and put it in the home theater, making up my mind to help him make up for it.

Tan Yue jumped straight to having his own role. The broad-sleeved and broad-banded young man Xie An was practicing calligraphy in front of the desk.

"The heart is as determined as it is romantic, and it will last forever." Ling Qingyuan murmured, touching the side of Tan Yue's ear.

"It's your daughter-in-law and me." Tan Yue replied boldly, seeing Ling Qingyuan laughing rather unsurely, he put his arms around him and said that the matter was settled like this, and he was not allowed to doubt.

"Which work do you like the most so far?" Ling Qingyuan thought for a while and added a limit: "Mature film and television works."

"You don't want to hear me praise you so much?"

"Don't talk about when you were young, I will think I'm stupid." Ling Qingyuan couldn't help but feel ashamed and couldn't bear to look back when he remembered that they were so close many years ago, but he didn't know anything about it.

"It should be me. If I knew you tasted so good, I should have snatched you." Tan Yue jumped off the sofa before Ling Qingyuan kicked him, and found a photo frame in the drawer: "University The only group photo we had when we were together was actually kept at Lao Mu's place."

"Tan Yue!"

Tan Yue looked at Ling Qingyuan with his back turned to him, as if he couldn't bear to look back on the past.So she put the photo frame back contentedly, embraced him again and murmured: "You are so shy, you are more like a daughter-in-law than me."

"Tan Yue...that's already..."

Tan Yue branded a kiss on the back of his bare neck: "He brought you out of the gloom after your mother left. He is a partner who has collaborated in many works, that's all."

"Well, that's all." Ling Qingyuan turned around and hugged Tan Yue, but Tan Yue bit his lip hard without thinking.

"Debt collection. So I absolutely forbid you to refuse me."

The two fought until noon, Tan Yue wanted to force Ling Qingyuan to submit again, but Ling Qingyuan insisted on doing it desperately and had to eat dumplings every now and then, so he managed to hold the final bottom line.

Wu Dong took care of the daily chores of Tan Yue's family.In fact, his kitchen has a lot of food besides dumplings, but most of them cannot be eaten directly.Out of personal needs, Ling Qingyuan ordered Tan Yue to pick several kinds of vegetables and fry them himself.As for the meat, Tan Yue ate his meat anyway.

After noon, Cheng Lubai called his elder brother and blamed him for being restless at home during the holidays.But once her brother mentioned that he was busy with work, the girl was speechless.Next, Cheng Lubai complained that it was unlucky for him to pour cold water on his good day.

"It's not bad for Hongxin to slander male gods. But brother, you are not allowed to be cynical about me when it is Chinese New Year. You have to say auspicious things."

Ling Qingyuan was annoyed by this girl's steadfastness until death, and Tan Yue next to her mouthed and asked him to give him the phone.Ling Qingyuan mouthed you crazy, and Tan Yue stubbornly snatched his phone away.

"Hello." Tan Yue said in a low voice.

Cheng Lubai choked.She didn't expect that there was someone next to his phone... Is it really talking about work and reading the script? I won't disturb their business.

"Cheng Lubai, we greeted you before."

Cheng Lubai was reminded by him, and when he remembered, the words slipped out of his mouth: "Ah, yes, last time my brother caught a cold, you called. You are my brother's younger brother."

"Well. What did you promise me that time...you have to listen to my brother."

Cheng Lubai faltered: "If he speaks in moderation, I can listen to what makes sense. But..."

"Think about it, is your brother always protecting you and helping you, trying his best to keep you safe and let you get what you want. But your brother never told you when he was hurt when he was uncomfortable. If your brother... ...not by your side, who should you turn to when you want to laugh or scold."

Ling Qingyuan told Tan Yue not to talk nonsense, but he held him in his arms and listened to the conversation between him and Cheng Lubai.

"You're quite right, but..."

"Don't make your brother sad. The entertainment industry is not easy, the aura is the surface, what you see is that he is stronger." Tan Yue kissed Ling Qingyuan's forehead and continued: "Little girl, your brother is not really hindering you, I just hope you If you can walk steadily, you can walk safely. If it’s auspicious or not, just treat it as irony, and let your brother see if you get good grades in the exam.”

Tan Yue put down the phone, pretending to talk to the little girl like this.Ling Qingyuan pursed her lips: "Anyway, she likes you, I don't mind if you can handle her. If she knows that I have robbed her idol, just don't tear me apart."

Tan Yue made a joke, casually saying that she was not a real sister, and she was riddled with holes by Ling Qingyuan's eye knife.Tan Yue quickly changed his words: "Just kidding, just kidding. The main thing is that I have my heart for you. Come on, let me tell that girl that I seduced you, and let her tear me up."

The two of them were tired for another day. In the afternoon of the second day of junior high school, Wu Dong came back to report on time.He was very shocked to find that it was a miracle that Tan Yue could survive on eating dumplings for the first three days of the Chinese New Year when the store was closed.

Ling Qingyuan was going to discuss the script with the director and screenwriter of the next play the next day, so she talked to Tan Yue about leaving.He really didn't want to be tortured to death by Tan Yue, and then go out to meet people.At least leave a buffer for him to recover.

Tan Yue was not very happy because he was reluctant.Ling Qingyuan tried his best to talk, saying that Tan Yue had to go back to the base tomorrow, and he had to conserve his energy no matter what, but all kinds of persuasion were still fruitless.Ling Qingyuan was entangled to death by him, and said mercilessly that the head of the family had made a decision, and the daughter-in-law had no chance to comment.

Wu Dong raised his head and jumped, and was ordered to send the master back.He felt that his role was already very similar to that of a green plant playing cover.Anyway, he also has a personality, whoever is the daughter-in-law is in charge of the house, he has to digest it.

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