Are sand sculpture trench fans distracted today?

It happened many years ago, Song Nuan is still very indignant when he thinks about it.

He bought a lot of the same utensils with Su Changle, the quantity was so large that people could tell at a glance that they were a couple in love, which directly caused the cashier lady to look at them twice more when they went to check out.

"Okay, don't be angry, it's my fault, I shouldn't mention this."

Su Changle tried to enliven the atmosphere by the side several times to no avail, and even drove all the way back to the apartment where he lived, but he couldn't lift his spirits up again.

He took off his coat first, then turned back to help Song Nuan get the slippers, his tone was much softer than usual, and the ending sound went straight down: "I still have something on my mind, do you want to talk to me?"

"Just... because of that."

Song Nuan grabbed his hand embarrassedly, kicked off the shoes three times and twice, took off the down jacket and hung it up.

"Later, I asked someone about his background. It was a very common and ordinary family. And Mu Zongjian was born with a golden key in his mouth. I really don't understand what seriousness there is between the two of them. contradiction."

"Later, because he has been very nice to me since I got to know him well, so I am not qualified to say anything."

When he said these words, his hands were not idle, and he changed into home clothes.

He took out all kinds of the same style from the packaging bag and put them on the shelf, as if his entire life with Su Changle was bound together.

"Fuck, I don't quite understand."

Song Nuan held back for a long time but couldn't express her thoughts well, stretched out her hand and pulled her hair, looking a little irritable:

"But I just can't figure it out. He can be so good-tempered to me, who points at his nose and scolds, why he has to embarrass a crying child."

"If it's really that tangled, let's ask him tomorrow, what's the big deal, isn't it? It's not worth thinking about it for so long."

Su Changle leaned over and kissed his frizzy hair, pinching his throat as if acting like a spoiled child: "I'm not full in your dormitory, so don't think about it for now, okay?"

"…leave me alone."

Song Nuan looked contemptuous, and the straight man spoke straight out of his mouth: "Just now you took half of the pot of meat by yourself, and you are still not full. I advise you to stop. Don't spend a new year with no abdominal muscles."

In fact, Su Changle just wanted to change the subject: "..."

"Don't worry, even if I can't go to the gym, I will still lift iron at home."

He squinted at the past, pouted his mouth and said in a pretentious tone: "I just don't know if some people can stick to it and stay with me."

"Are you talking about body management with an idol?"

Song Nuan understood that he was just talking nonsense to make herself not so sad. Although she felt that this method was a little blunt, but thinking that it belonged to the other party's intention, she didn't get into such a dead end.

He stretched out his hand and patted Su Changle's shoulder, just like the old leader went to the countryside to inspect, and said seriously: "I think back when we frequently set up stages to dance on the street, it was common for us to lose twenty catties a month, okay?"

"Why do we get along like buddies now, obviously it wasn't like that at first."

Su Changle looked at the hand on his shoulder and thought it was a little funny: "Shouldn't they immediately hug each other when they meet, as if they were glued together with 502 glue?"

"Shut up, if you really like getting along like this all the time, you would have left by yourself."

Song Nuan smiled and raised her foot to kick him, completely sweeping away the lifeless look before, and the look on her face was brightened again.

He opened two bottles of wine and took them to the French windows of the balcony, and placed two fluffy cushions on the ground: "Bring over the snacks and cakes you just bought, don't you mean you're not full?"

This duplicity child.

How ugly it is on the mouth, but I don't know how much I care.

Su Changle stood there tilting his head and smiled, and it took a long time before he followed his intention and walked over with his things.

"Hey, I want this."

Song Nuan was the first to dig out a bag of high-calorie puffed food that is strictly prohibited during work from the plastic bag, and she seemed to be bubbling with happiness: "After waiting for a year, I finally got rid of Brother Qixia's restraint again."

"Virtue."

Like a conscientious 24-hour boyfriend, Su Changle quietly opened the lid of the wine bottle and pushed one in front of him: "It's so easy to pass, if you don't come later, someone will have to kidnap you ?”

"People who don't have to eat don't understand my pain, and unilaterally declare that potato chips are the love of my life, thank you."

Song Nuan tore off the plastic cover without raising his eyes, and said in a soft and delicate tone, "Besides, who else has the heart to abduct me except you."

This is really comforting to say.

Su Changle was teased by the sudden confession, shook his head and willingly took two more bags and handed them over.

"Actually, I know there's no need to get to the bottom of it."

Song Nuan stopped suddenly after stuffing her mouth like a little hamster, and said vaguely: "No matter what that idiot Mu Zongjian thought at the time, many years have passed."

"It's just...you are different from me. If I didn't learn to fight back, I might have died in the orphanage. But you can live in peace."

He remembered things late, and never enjoyed the carefree childhood of normal children. After nine years of compulsory education, he no longer knew what school was.

The child lying on the ground at that time was indeed pitiful, but after all, he was not hurt on himself, and with money as a temptation, the little guilt in his heart was nothing.

In the end, the real reason why Song Nuan couldn't move was actually the school uniform he was wearing.

"Damn, when I was studying in those years, my grades were very good."

He suppressed the bitterness rising from the bottom of his heart, and his voice was hoarse: "I won't mention it."

"If you still have this idea, I can send you to study abroad at any time when you don't plan to be a star in the future."

Su Changle realized that he was continuing what he said before, pinching the person's fingers: "You can go to any country you want."

"Let's talk about it in the future. I don't know if I won't have this idea in a few years."

Song Nuan's eyes lit up a little after hearing this proposal, but she shook her head with a smile after thinking about the career that had just started.

He didn't want to stay silent like this, turned his head to look at Su Changle, changed the subject and said: "I want to ask you a question, don't worry, it's nothing else."

"Did you bring your lover to the apartment to celebrate the New Year before, or is it only this year that you don't plan to go home?"

Su Changle obviously didn't expect him to talk about this, and the expression on his face was a little cracked because of this.

"I only spent the Spring Festival with my little uncle in the year when I was just taken over."

After thinking for a while, he decided to tell the truth, and sighed: "But it's really the first time I've done it to lead people to spend the New Year together."

"why."

Song Nuan didn't expect this answer, her expression was very confused for a while, and she even put down the snacks in her hand: "...Is it because you don't want to."

"Xiaonuan, why do you think I have such a big initiative?"

Su Changle spread his hands: "A career like a celebrity rarely has the opportunity to meet family members. I don't get along with Su An so I don't want to go back. It doesn't mean that I don't want to be reunited."

He smiled and lay down on Song Nuan's lap, turned sideways and cast his gaze at the busy traffic outside the window, with a light tone:

"And I don't want others to know so much. At this time when everyone is happy, I actually want to be alone next to each other."

"Sorry, I…"

Song Nuan soon realized that what she had done was no different from exposing a scar, and the apologetic tone in her voice seemed to permeate, and she didn't even know whether she should reach out and hug him for a while: "Would you like a drink? good…"

"No, nothing, compared to that, I still want to sleep with my sweet and soft little friend in my arms."

Su Changle hugged his waist back, like he was very drunk and sleepy, talking nonsense, until the last words were so low that they were almost inaudible.

Song Nuan was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she subconsciously used the remote control to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner, and then pulled a blanket over the two of them.

But after finishing this series of things, Song Nuan still didn't know how to describe her current mood.

He bent down a little to hear what Su Changle was saying clearly, but he felt the man's even breathing spraying against his ears first.

"I used to hate wine table etiquette for a while. I thought that when a group of people talked about business, they should talk about it. I have to persuade his mother to drink..."

"But it didn't take long for me to get used to it, and I even thought it was okay... just two months away?"

Song Nuan paused, and suddenly remembered a sentence that He Ran mentioned when he was still on the set.

He said actors must have a certain level of empathy.Not having so much experience is secondary, but if this cannot be done, even if all the dogmas are completely engraved in the mind, what will be presented in the end will only be a different shell of yourself.

In the unconscious state, the speech of a person is somewhat confused, and his sentences are a bit out of order.

But it is undeniable that the moment Song Nuan heard these words again, she even felt as if a few sporadic fragments flashed before her eyes.

And every frame in it is a painful or embarrassing scene that Su Changle, who was once younger, would face.

Before this, he had never thought that the only reasonable heir of the Su family, who was so high in the eyes of so many people, had not lived a life as comfortable as outsiders expected.

Everyone knows my family situation. In the past years, when I had nowhere to go and could only stay in the dormitory, I would at least receive a few small gadgets from the company employees to chat about comfort. I don’t need to hide all my thoughts in Where the sun cannot be seen.

Song Nuan pursed her lips without saying a word, and tightened her arms around the other party.

For the first time, he felt so clearly that Su Changle was as lonely as him in terms of family members.