Back to the Future [Kai Yuan]

Wang Junkai turned the phone on and off again and again, staring at the last conversation sent to confirm repeatedly.

He, does he mean that?

Wang Junkai breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, anyway, memory and reality have long been confused, and I don't know if that will happen on that day a month later...

Suddenly he calmed down, groped and grasped the lucky rope on his wrist, the warmth continued to rise, melting the hesitation in his heart.

"Then why not start over." Since God gave him another chance to start over, no matter how much they missed in the past timeline, at least now he can grasp it.

The boredom of being alone suddenly became abrupt. There was still a day and a half of short vacation after the birthday party, and I went back and forth at home alone twice. It was so boring.Wang Junkai decided to find something to do, just go to class and forget it, anyway, he will go to Beijing for rehearsal in two days.

Carrying his luggage, Wang Junkai boarded the commercial vehicle sent by his old company, and greeted the driver.The car was slightly damaged last night and had been sent to the repair shop early in the morning, but Wang Junkai didn't care much.

I still have some palpitations about airplanes, but people are always good at buying lottery tickets for psychological comfort. There are so many accidents in the world. It must be because I have read too many novels.

The driver was a newcomer, he seemed not very familiar with the road on Nanshan, he could only follow the navigation, and was blocked on the inner ring elevated road before going down the mountain.

"Go down the path ahead, let's walk along the riverside."

The driver hummed hurriedly, Wei Wei changed the road in embarrassment, and diverted all the way to Yanyu Road.When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was Nanbin Road, bustling with tourists, the traffic was orderly, and it looked like a bustling city. It suddenly occurred to me that when I was not famous, I would often come to the riverside for a walk, but he hadn't been here for a long time.

"...Hey, there are so many people again"

Hearing this, Wang Junkai was also curious and looked up out of the window. He happened to be passing Changjiang International. There were quite a group of young girls surrounded by the office building, scattered into several small groups. Some of them looked like middle school students.

Wang Junkai didn't hear anything clearly from too far away, but he just saw that the girls' expressions were very persistent, as if they were fighting with some important contradictions about themselves, which attracted passers-by to occasionally cast curious glances.

"It's not a good influence..." Wang Junkai dug out the WeChat of his former colleagues, and he hasn't returned to the company for a long time. The downstairs of the company is like this and no one came to persuade him.

Instead, the colleague replied in seconds and told him to leave it alone. They were the illegitimate fans of a few trainees. The company had tried to comfort them several times, but no one listened. The trainee brother was terrified.

Wang Junkai: "..."

Wang Junkai thought unexpectedly that even his juniors had this trouble.

The colleague also hinted that his trainees may have changed a bit recently, and told him not to go into this muddy water, and asked him to strengthen the security of the studio by the way, just in case something happened.

"Mysterious..." Wang Junkai didn't say anything, and simply locked the screen and ignored it.

The reflection of the office building slowly disappears backwards, revisiting the old place, and many memories of the past rush into my heart in an instant.

Looking through the car window, Wang Junkai saw that the [-]th floor of Changjiang International seemed to be always brightly lit. It was like a glass wishing pool towering over the river. He also used it as a secret base for his ideals.

Only later, batch after batch of people like him were sent away here, and they were hurriedly let them set sail to find a different future. Most of them in those years had disappeared into the sky, and even The few partners in the past are almost becoming untouchable, or they have undergone earth-shaking changes, and they are almost strangers.I hurriedly closed my eyes, suppressing all kinds of feelings of the past.

Perhaps this world should be like this, metabolism is the principle of social operation, and he is the luckiest one without accident, no matter how many times he comes again, he is destined to choose this path.Then, go on as hard as you can.

The courses of the Film Academy are very heavy and professional, but they are exactly what Wang Junkai needs to improve.During the few rehearsals in the past year, he finally became half acquainted with his classmates.Just like all boys and girls aged [-] or [-], almost all the classmates are one-on-one, either in a relationship, or quickly forming a gang, and each finds a fixed small group.A person with a halo like him has long been automatically drawn out of a certain range.

However, although the classmates took the initiative to keep a distance from this popular idol, they still rarely act maliciously towards Wang Junkai, not only because he is really low-key, and he always treats everyone to dinner with sincerity.

"Hey, Wang Junkai, how many trainees does your company have?" Roommate A suddenly asked curiously while eating the takeaway.

"There are quite a lot," Wang Junkai replied, "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"... Just chat casually."

"Wang Junkai," roommate B seemed to be interested, stopped swiping his phone, and asked tentatively, "Have you ever been a trainee?"

"..." Wang Junkai was a little strange, usually the brothers would not gossip about him too much in the dormitory, especially in front of him, to avoid embarrassment.

"...Needless to say, he has had fans since he was a child, right?" Roommate C also interjected, and said in a tone-deaf manner, "The fans must be crazy about you, right?"

Displeasure flashed across his eyes, but Wang Junkai didn't answer, he simply wanted to see what they were asking.

Roommate A couldn't help but asked again: "Um... how crazy are the fans? What do you want? Anything?"

"Hey, your words are prone to ambiguity." Roommate B paused, glanced at Wang Junkai's expression, and said in a low voice, "After all, the fans also have good intentions."

"It's kind of you!" Roommate C said with a smile, "Be careful of stabbing you in the back with good intentions."

"For such a fan, I'll go... Then I'll be a little transparent. Anyway, acting is just a living."

Wang Junkai: "..."

Wang Junkai said suddenly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

The dormitory was instantly quiet, and after a while, a roommate finally spoke up, and said with a little anxiety: "That...brother, don't you watch the trending ones?"

Wang Junkai was taken aback, quickly pulled out his phone and clicked on Weibo. In just a few seconds, before he had time to think about it, he saw a few ambiguous and dazzling keywords.

Fortunately, it has nothing to do with him and Wang Yuan, Wang Junkai felt relieved.

Walking out of the awkward atmosphere in the dormitory, Wang Junkai found an open space and carefully read the hotly searched trainee private association news. The one who was exposed was a junior trainee from the old company who was still in junior high school. The whistleblower used a long list of chat screenshots He testified that he took a lot of pocket money from fans in private, as well as a series of kissing photos of puppy love, and even used the ambiguous term of nurturing.

This little boy has the courage...

It seemed to be somewhat true, but the strange thing was that the company seemed to have given up on this trainee. The incident was fermented and expanded by someone with a heart, and he didn't make any plans to deal with it. muzzle up.

At the same time, I sigh, these days, it’s really easy to sign up for a vest, look at pictures and talk, and you can pull a star off. Being a star is so miserable, and I suddenly remembered that I am an idol now. This kind of routine appeared to deal with him several years ago. He was only a few years old at that time, and he just felt that the truth must be told to everyone.

Wang Junkai glanced over the gossip with a blank expression, and it was reminiscent of his roommate's colored eyes just now. They thought that he would be able to gain today's popularity, probably without such "well-intentioned" fans.

Forget it, the words are not speculative, let's go.After returning to the dormitory to retrieve his wallet and textbooks, Wang Junkai put on a mask and hat, took a taxi from the back door of the school, and left.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of a certain high-end community in Lido. Wang Junkai carefully avoided passers-by and walked into one of them in the dark.Wang Junkai dialed the doorbell with the house number downstairs, and the door opened quickly. He quickly walked into the elevator and pressed a certain floor.

This is a very private high-end residence, surrounded by many famous celebrities. Since the address of the apartment arranged by the company was leaked, the studio found a new apartment for Wang Yuan and made him a temporary residence in Beijing. Wang Junkai followed the only impression before, and Wang Yuan should be back tonight.

The one who opened the door for him seemed to be an executive from Wang Yuan's team. Seeing him appear, he couldn't hide his surprise.

"Where's Wang Yuaner?"

"In, in the room." The executive's eyes were complicated, and he couldn't help asking, "Why are you here?"

"I'll come and see him." Wang Junkai changed his shoes and was about to enter the house directly.

"He's catching up on sleep," the executive added behind his back, "I stayed up all night last night, and I just got off the plane."

Walking into the living room, a large circle of people sat on the sofa and looked up at him. They were all the backbone of Wang Yuan's studio. Countless white documents were piled up on the table. They all had different expressions when they saw him coming in.

It felt a bit strange to be stared at for a moment. Wang Junkai didn't expect that Wang Yuan's house was in a meeting. He quickly came back to his senses, tried his best to keep calm, nodded slightly and walked straight to the master bedroom.

"Why do they think I'm so weird? Are they talking about me..." Wang Junkai wondered as he walked, he didn't know most of the staff just now, guessing when Wang Yuan changed the studio again.

Slowly opened the bedroom door, Wang Yuan was sleeping soundly on the bed and was not woken up, Wang Junkai closed the door and went in, gently sat on the edge of the bed, kept looking at him.

Why did I lose weight again...

I haven't seen you for a few days, and everyone is haggard.Wang Junkai affectionately brushed aside his forehead hair that covered his eyebrows and eyes, his defenseless sleeping face was still handsome, and the lines of his face revealed a bit of toughness that was about to grow up.

Wang Junkai felt a sense of peace in his heart, like a soft and calm wave washing over his heart, he raised his hand to gently tuck Wang Yuan in the quilt, and touched his wrist, unexpectedly found a familiar touch.

He lifted up the sleeves of his pajamas, and saw that Wang Yuan was also wearing a black bracelet of the same style on his left wrist.

Wang Junkai suddenly laughed silently, as if he had received a long-awaited reward, he held that hand carefully, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of each other's fingers interlocking with bracelets, and sat back on the sofa beside him contentedly , enjoying the deep sweetness alone.

"..."

The person sleeping on the bed suddenly babbled in his sleep, and within a few seconds, he woke up suddenly.

Wang Yuan gasped and sat up, his eyes were dazed as if he was in a dream, and he didn't notice that there was another person in the room for a moment.

"you're awake?"

In the dark room, when someone suddenly spoke, the familiar voice came from far to near, Wang Yuan was stunned, thinking he was in a dream.

Feeling a light pat on the shoulder, and the side of the bed collapsed, Wang Yuan turned around eagerly, and finally saw the other party clearly at close range through the light of light leaking from the crack of the door.

In the next second, Wang Junkai was suddenly hugged by the person in front of him, his breath was suffocated, and Wang Yuan's rapid heartbeat could be faintly heard through the pajamas.

...Happiness came too suddenly, and Wang Junkai opened his arms and hugged him tightly without thinking. Both of them felt the other's deep anxiety. Only the warmth of embracing at this moment made everything extremely real.

"Wang Junkai?" Wang Yuan said hoarsely, his sleepy voice was less clear than before, "...why are you here?"

Wang Junkai rubbed his messy hair and tried to organize his words: "...I"

Wang Yuan let go of him, couldn't help touching his cheek, and repeatedly confirmed that this was not a dream, Wang Junkai raised the corners of his mouth in the dark, continued to blushed and confessed: "I miss you..."

Wang Yuan laughed out loud, hugged him again, and wanted to reach out to turn on the light.However, Wang Junkai stopped his movement and lay down side by side with Wang Yuan.

It's already night in the north, and a bowed moon hangs far away in the night sky, shining bright moonlight from the gaps in the curtains.

After thinking about it, Wang Yuan suddenly asked: "...are they outside the studio?"

Wang Junkai hummed, and Wang Yuan asked again: "Did I say anything to you?" Wang Junkai shook his head, and suddenly realized that he couldn't see it, so he answered, "I didn't say anything, huh?"

Hearing this, Wang Yuan stopped talking again. Wang Junkai asked curiously what the dream was just now. Wang Yuan didn't answer. Instead, he went to check Wang Junkai's hand until he confirmed that the bracelet was still tied to his wrist, as if he was relieved. .

"Go to sleep." Wang Yuan said softly.

It seemed that there was Wang Yuan's aura around him, Wang Junkai fell into a deep sleep not long after, he used the bathroom in the suite to wash up, and when he came out he simply took off his coat and slept in Wang Yuan's room overnight.

Wang Yuan saw that he was asleep, so he got dressed and walked out of the living room to participate in the work discussion in the studio.

After a dull and anxious discussion, until late at night, after seeing off the rest of the people, Wang Yuan returned to the room, rubbed his tired forehead, stared deeply at the sleeping person lying on his bed, then turned around and stared at the window in a daze. After standing for a while, I finally shook my head, let go of the anxiety in my mind and went to sleep.

The next day they were woken up by Wang Yuan's cell phone ringtone, and today happened to be a rare combination announcement for the group. The company's car was coming soon, urging him to pack up and get ready.

Wang Junkai rubbed his sleepy eyes and went to the bathroom. Wang Yuan, who was also not awake, came in and was about to zip up. The two looked at each other and suddenly wanted to laugh.

"Let you go first!"

"You come first, it's not good to hold back."

Wang Yuan happily supported the door frame, and said, "This is my house! I approve you to go to the bathroom, go quickly." Turning around, he walked out of the room to find the guest guard, and muttered with a smile, "It's not just one..."

The two went down to the basement and got into the car that came to pick up Wang Yuan. The driver gave Wang Junkai a surprised look, didn't dare to speak, and walked on the road consciously and quietly. After a while, he sent them into the big underpants covered by the smog.

The program is a closed recording, and it is filmed in advance. The recording time of each guest is limited. The director looks at the camera repeatedly to confirm the effect of the performance, and the audience is full of busy staff walking around.

During the rehearsal interval, there were only three of them on the stage, but they couldn't move for a while, waiting for the director's instructions.

"Thank you for the gift from last time." Wang Junkai turned his head and whispered to Qian Xi, "I'm talking about the cup."

Qian Xi smiled and nodded, looked over at the two of them, as if thinking about something, then frowned again, and asked, "Does Wang Yuan look a little tired?"

"Yeah." Wang Junkai looked at the people around him distressedly, Wang Yuan lowered his head to adjust the microphone, his thin figure was covered by the wide costume, only his back was kept straight.

Tired.

In fact, it's not just Wang Yuan, he can feel that the three of them are not easy now, and they all seem to use the same method to face stress and fatigue - patience, more often it is further restraint.

The director finally raised the horn and yelled, and the three of them were relieved for a moment and were finally able to step off the stage separately.

Walking down the stairs at the edge of the stage, Wang Junkai looked at the silent back of Wang Yuan in front of him, and suddenly wanted to talk to him, even if it was a meeting of eyes.

As soon as he entered the backstage passageway, Wang Junkai took Wang Yuan's arm and approached to speak in his ear, but he saw that Wang Yuan immediately grabbed the back of his hand and moved it away. Before letting go, he squeezed it intentionally or unintentionally. He glanced at him with deep eyes.

Wang Junkai was startled, and looked around subconsciously. He was approaching the lounge, and there were very few passers-by, only a few makeup artists and photographers walking by with tools.

Looking back, seeing Wang Yuan's eyes signal again, Wang Junkai followed him into the nearest dressing room, which was empty.

Wang Yuan closed the door, finally showing a bit of slack, and walked over to lean on the nearest sofa.Wang Junkai sat down beside him, feeling that he had something to say.

Sure enough, Wang Yuan thought about it very quickly and said, "Well, did any strange people come to you recently?"

"No." Wang Junkai frowned, subconsciously having a bad premonition.

"That's good." Wang Yuan did not continue, seeing Wang Junkai's doubts, he raised his hand to touch the other's shoulder and neck, and rubbed it gently, as if to relieve his anxiety.

Wang Yuan still looked at him with a smile for a moment, then patted Wang Junkai on the shoulder and stood up.

"Let's go."

Wang Junkai was about to get up when he heard the mobile phone in Wang Yuan's trouser pocket rang. Wang Yuan answered the phone and listened to a few words, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

Wang Junkai saw his worried eyes drifting towards him, but he just hurriedly mouthed "I'm going first", and continued to talk on the phone while walking out of the room in a hurry.