After the sick top was forced to marry

This sentence was not loud, and only the two of them could hear it in the noisy banquet hall.

Lin Zijin didn't know why his heart was pounding like a drum.

What on earth did he want to hear?

If Pei Ming admits that he really likes him, how should he refuse?If the agreement is rejected, will it also be invalidated on the spot?

If the agreement fails, he will go back to face the boundless darkness and loneliness alone.

While he was thinking wildly, Pei Ming spoke softly with a hoarse voice: "Brother Lin, I..."

Lin Zijin subconsciously held his breath, waiting for him to reject Pei Ming coldly and decisively when he said "yes".

Be sure to be quick, precise and ruthless, so as not to let him have the opportunity to continue talking.

But as soon as Pei Ming started his sentence, he was interrupted by a voice.

"Pei...Mr. Pei," a middle-aged man in formal attire hurried up from behind, "Why did you just leave in the middle of talking?"

Pei Ming kept Lin Zijin behind him calmly, his voice was cold and polite: "I have nothing to say, so I left, is there any problem?"

Xiao Xingxing was originally taller than Lin Zijin, but now he was blocking in front of him, causing him to lose sight of the person speaking.

He frowned unhappily, and leaned slightly to the side, but was pushed back by a strong hand pressing his shoulder.

What?

Rebellion?

Lin Zijin coughed lightly, and before he could speak, the middle-aged man continued, "It's really hard for Mr. Lu to see you, we are all subordinates, so it's hard for me to do this, Lu Mister will blame me."

Pei Ming was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Okay, I'll go."

He gently took Lin Zijin's hand, and led him to a seat beside him: "Brother Lin, I'm going to meet someone, can you wait for me here for a while?"

Lin Zijin narrowed his eyes and looked at him unkindly.

Pei Ming seemed to sense his displeasure, looked away, straightened his collar, turned and followed the middle-aged man away.

Lin Zijin leaned back on the soft chair, raised his chin, and fixed his eyes on Pei Ming's back without blinking.

Who is he going to see again?

If no one interrupted the question just now, what answer would I hear?

When he asked about the matter, he was dominated by the heat of alcohol. Now the cold wind outside the window blew, and he slowly calmed down.

Damn it.

Why is he so confident that Pei Ming will answer "yes"?

In case that unreliable Shen Sui got it wrong, and the person surnamed Pei is just a kind-hearted person, born with a pair of dogs who are affectionate to everyone, then wouldn't he be too self-indulgent?

Fortunately, he was interrupted by someone just now, otherwise he would have really died if he said the words "Thank you for your liking but we are not suitable" outrightly.

Pei Ming probably didn't like him.

Lin Zijin laughed at himself.

He never thinks that there is anything worthy of liking in himself, and he never thinks that anyone will like him after thoroughly understanding his character, temper and past.

The alcohol slowly fermented in the brain, burning Lin Zijin's face with a layer of red.

He just sat quietly for a long time, feeling that his brain was very chaotic, so he stood up while leaning on the table, ready to go to the bathroom to wash his face.

The bathroom of this hotel is in a relatively secluded place, and it can be called a "winding path leading to seclusion" all the way. Only the lonely dim yellow lights on the ceilings on both sides are on.

Lin Zijin got used to the discomfort of going from a bright place into a dark place, while taking out his phone to check the time.

If he remembered correctly, Pei Ming had been meeting someone for almost 10 minutes.

What's the big deal to talk about for so long?

Forget it.

Fuck him.

This four-character Dafa was extremely easy to use, and almost instantly emptied the restlessness in his heart.

Lin Zijin put his phone back in his pocket, and was about to step into the bathroom when a vague but familiar sound hit his eardrums, making him stop in his tracks.

***

Under the dim light, Pei Ming stood quietly by the sink, looking at the person in front of him.

If someone ran into him at this time, they would find that the shyness and docility in his eyes had been swept away, making the originally dark eyes full of savagery, making the handsome brows more ruthless.

"Okay, Pei Ming," the person in front of him had half of his face hidden in the shadows, making his expression dim, but the outline of his facial features was somewhat similar to Pei Ming's, "If they don't tell me, I'll forget you, why? ? Are you comfortable in the entertainment circle?"

Pei Ming laughed lightly: "Young Master Lao Lu misses you, it's very good."

"very good?"

The person he called "Mr. Lu" stepped forward slowly, and looked at Pei Ming by the light in the corridor: "Look at you, the handsome young master of the Lu family is actually acting as an actor to sing and dance for others, no wonder Dad doesn't want to see you."

"Don't you want to see me?"

The corner of Pei Ming's lips curved into a mocking arc: "Then who begged grandpa to tell grandma to let me catch up with him today? And who followed me all the way to the bathroom in fear because I wanted to catch up with him? Lu Ping?"

Lu Ping seemed to have been poked by him in a sore foot, and his voice suddenly raised a bit: "But brother, you are still an actor."

He took a few steps forward slowly, reached out and grabbed Pei Ming's collar: "You gave up your family business for a man, and you married for a man, making my father ashamed of seeing others, I didn't expect my brother to be a big lover , I have nothing now, is it cool?"

Pei Ming licked his lips, his eyes became colder: "I'm not your brother, don't yell, it's disgusting."

"Brother, how much can you earn from singing and dancing for others? Do you know how much I earn a day?" Lu Ping smiled viciously with the corners of his mouth curled up, his voice was weird and excited, "Now Dad has let me get in touch with the company's internal decision-making. In a few years, the Lu family will be mine."

"Ah, is that so?"

Pei Ming's tone was light: "Then congratulations in advance, Mr. Lu. You can inherit the inheritance, unlike me owning a company. I really envy you."

"You hate me to death, don't you?" Lu Ping said, "Obviously you are the real son of the Lu family, but you are the one who changed your surname, you are the one who got out, and you are the one who has nothing. You are as ridiculous as a clown."

"Yes."

Pei Ming's voice was still indifferent, even a little more impatient.

Is Lin Zijin still waiting for him in the banquet hall?

If he hasn't returned after so long, will Lin Zijin be angry?

He also drank...

Thinking of this, Pei Ming frowned slightly: "Yeah, you also know that you are an illegitimate child, even if your surname is Lu, people's first reaction when they mention you is an illegitimate child. What's the use of changing your surname?"

Lu Ping's pupils shrank, his chest heaved violently, and his lips trembled slightly, obviously angry.

Just as Pei Ming was about to break away from his grip on his collar, he raised his eyes and saw a familiar figure slowly walking over from not far away.

His eyelashes trembled, he put his hands down calmly, softened his brows and eyes, and even had a smile on his lips, raised his head slightly, and said in a small and light voice, "Idiot."

The upbringing and composure that Lu Ping had pretended for a long time collapsed immediately in these two words.

He raised his fist and beat Pei Ming down, but Pei Ming didn't dodge, and even closed his eyes slightly.

The strong wind of the fist swept across his cheeks, but stopped abruptly halfway.

No pain at all.

Pei Ming slowly opened his eyes, and the corners of his eyes bent down in an arc of grievance, and said softly, "Brother Lin."

Lin Zijin clamped Lu Ping's wrist with a cold face, his peach blossom eyes were full of anger: "I don't know how to hide when I'm beaten?"

Lu Ping let go of Pei Ming's collar and turned around: "You fucking—"

His gaze became strange the moment he saw the person coming, and a strange look appeared on his face.

"Who am I?" Lu Ping smiled. "It turns out to be Pei Ming's sissy boyfriend. Does it feel good to be fucked on the bed?"

Lin Zijin frowned.

He had never been in a good mood, and now a fool came to his door by himself, there was no reason to let him go without venting his anger.

"Stop introducing yourself," Lin Zijin squeezed Lu Ping's wrist, "Are you jealous that he can sleep with me? I don't even want to climb into bed by yourself with your beauty, understand?"

Lu Ping let out a cry of pain, feeling the pain in his wrist bone was terribly painful.

He never thought that this male star who looked feminine could have such strong hands.

Lin Zijin's special training when he was a trainee in South Korea included physical strength training. Although he doesn't dance anymore, it is easy to deal with Lu Ping who is addicted to drinking and sex.

"I'm in a bad mood today, don't mess with me."

Lin Zijin patted his cheek: "I don't know which young master you are from, I don't want to say too many harsh words, just get out if you are sensible, or don't blame me for letting you hang on the hot search list tomorrow."

"Mother, motherfucker! Why do you look down on me?" Lu Ping's voice was a bit stern, "And you, you will hide behind others. What kind of man are you? Two motherfuckers are made for each other!"

There was a little smile in Pei Ming's eyes: "I have Brother Lin to protect me, why don't I hide?"

Lin Zijin frowned, snapped Lu Ping's wrist upwards, and sneered amidst howls: "I didn't look down on you, but I didn't look down on you at all. You need to figure this out, get out."

After finishing speaking, he let go of his hand, Lu Ping staggered back a few steps, and Pei Ming got out of the way in time, allowing him to directly touch the bathroom wall.

He raised his head, glared at the two of them bitterly, and left with his head buried in the bathroom.

Pei Ming glanced at Lin Zijin, and called him softly, "Brother Lin, thank you."

"Ah."

Lin Zijin was a little dizzy before his eyes, walked to the sink and washed his hands, hesitated for a while whether to wash his face, considering the makeup on his face, and finally gave up.

"Brother Lin, are you here to look for me?" Pei Ming said cautiously behind him, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"I don't know where you are, what are you looking for?"

Lin Zijin paused, pretending to be nonchalant and said, "Who was that idiot just now?"

"A manager who worked with me before," Pei Ming smiled, and handed him a piece of paper. "I had a bit of a festive relationship with him. I just met him in the bathroom. We didn't have a word together before we almost moved hands."

Lin Zijin raised his eyes, his eyes were full of suspicion: "Isn't it?"

Pei Ming blinked: "What did I lie to you for?"

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, Lin Zijin looked away first: "Let's love who is who, I don't care.

"Brother Lin, I have something to do tonight, so I won't go back with you."

Pei Ming fastened back his unbuttoned collar and looked at him tenderly: "Be careful on the road."

"Ok?"

Lin Zijin raised his eyebrows slightly: "If you don't go back with me, then where are you going?"

Pei Ming looked away: "I have something to do tonight."

"what's up?"

Lin Zijin rested his waist on the sink, reached out and grabbed Pei Ming's tie, pulling him in front of him.

The distance between the two of them instantly shortened from tens of centimeters to less than a few centimeters.

The light in the bathroom was dim, and the contours of Pei Ming's eyebrows and facial features were vaguely depicted.Lin Zijin slightly raised his chin, his heart beating a little faster for no reason.

The starlet did have a pretty face, but Lin Zijin liked his lips more, they looked very kissable.

He felt that he must have been blinded by alcohol, otherwise why would he have so many strange thoughts suddenly.

"Brother Lin," Pei Ming whispered, "You're drunk."

"I do not have."

The scene in front of Lin Zijin's eyes was indeed unreal, but his instinct to save face made him immediately deny it.

He licked his lips and asked softly, "Have you never been in love?"

Pei Ming's voice was imperceptibly hoarse: "No."

"Is there someone you like?"

"Yes, yes..."

Lin Zijin suppressed the emotion in his eyes, smiled lightly, leaned forward slightly, his thin lips brushed against Pei Ming's cheek, and then hung his whole body on him.

Pei Ming tried his best to calm his heartbeat like a drum, and gently wrapped his arms around his waist: "Brother Lin?"

"Well, why?"

Lin Zijin buried his head in the crook of his neck: "I'm a little dizzy, let me rest for a while."

This time Pei Ming confirmed that he was quite drunk, he tightened his arms a little dumbfounded, and greedily hugged him tighter: "Let me take you to the car, okay?"

"not good."

Lin Zijin, who was drunk, was a different person than usual, talking too much, sticking to Pei Ming, just like a child unwilling to leave his beloved giant plush toy.

"Brother Lin, I'm worried if you don't come home." Pei Ming hugged him and walked out of the bathroom, "I'm very drunk today."

Lin Zijin tugged on his sleeve and asked softly, "What are you going to do tonight?"

"Me?" Pei Ming said, "There is a party that I have to go to. I will go and go home tomorrow."

"What party? Who is going?" Lin Zijin frowned slightly, "Can't I go?"

Pei Ming laughed: "You don't know the people who will go, but if you have a chance in the future, don't worry."

Lin Zijin lowered his eyes and whispered, "I'm not in a hurry."

"Okay, don't be in a hurry."

Pei Ming carefully protected the person in his arms and walked towards the hotel gate, he was relieved when he saw a familiar car parked by the side of the road.

Lin Zijin's driver was leaning against the door and playing with his mobile phone. He greeted the two of them after seeing them.

Pei Ming opened the car door, carefully helped Lin Zijin into the car, and said softly, "Brother Lin, let me know when you get home, okay?"

Lin Zijin raised his misty peach blossom eyes and looked at Pei Ming without blinking.

Pei Ming's heart skipped a beat when he saw him, and suppressed the urge to kiss his eyes lightly, and said softly, "Brother Lin, what's wrong?"

Lin Zijin tugged at his sleeve: "What if I don't want you to go? Are you going?"

Is he... acting like a baby?

It's really rare to see in a hundred years.

If it wasn't for the wrong time and place, Pei Ming would have thought to record the conversation between the two of them and relive it over and over again in the future.

"No." Pei Ming actually couldn't bear to refuse him, "This party is very important, I have to go."

Lin Zijin moved his lips, and continued to hold his hand stubbornly: "You don't listen to me."

Pei Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I didn't, ancestor, I'm not...forget it."

No need to reason with drunks.

He slowly grasped Lin Zijin's slender fingers, and pulled them off his sleeve little by little: "I really have to go, remember to tell me when I get home."

Lin Zijin watched him take his hands away from his sleeves, lowered his eyes, and said softly, "I'm the only one at home again."

"Huh? What?"

Pei Ming's fingertips trembled, and he held his somewhat cold hand in his palm again: "Why are you the only one?"

Lin Zijin wanted to take his hand back as if angry: "Don't worry about it, you can go."

Pei Ming thought for a while, then took out the mobile phone from his pocket, dialed his WeChat number, and then put the mobile phone on the call into his hand: "Then I will always be connected to the microphone with you, okay? This is not the case. You are home alone."

Lin Zijin glanced at him, seeming to reluctantly accept the proposal, and then gently pulled his hand out of his.

The driver waiting in front seemed to have a toothache, so he couldn't help but said, "Mr. Pei."

Pei Ming wanted to tell him a few more words, but raised his head when he heard that, "Huh?"

"The parking fee here is quite expensive," the driver hesitated, "I mean, if there is nothing serious about us, can you tell me on the phone?"

"I'm sorry I'm sorry."

Only then was Pei Ming willing to take a few steps back and close the car door, and looked at the side face of the man in the car window for a while with some reluctance, before turning around and leaving.

He bypassed the brightly lit door of the hotel and turned to a relatively remote side door, the tenderness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a coldness.

The man in a suit bowed slightly and opened the car door for him. He sat in the car without saying a word, took out the bluetooth headset and put it on.

The headset and the mobile phone were paired successfully, and there was a soft "beep", followed by a somewhat hoarse voice lingering in his ears: "Pei Ming."

"I'm here," Pei Ming whispered, "What's wrong?"

There was a rustling voice from the opposite side: "You just ignored me."

Pei Ming rolled his eyes involuntarily: "No, I'm walking, I just put on my earphones."

"Oh."

After Lin Zijin finished speaking, he seemed to suppress his voice and started to cough.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Pei Ming frowned, "Do you need to take medicine?"

"Need not."

Lin Zijin's breath landed lightly on the well-received microphone, and then turned into a stream of 0 and 1 information, reaching his ears.

"My heart hurts a little," he murmured, "I really shouldn't drink so much."

Pei Ming's heart also seemed to be aching: "So why do you drink so much?"

"because......"

He listened intently to the man's words with bated breath, but the other party stopped shortly after he started.

"We're getting off the elevated road," Lin Zijin said, "We'll be going up the elevated road later."

Pei Ming raised his eyebrows: "Changing the subject?"

"I didn't. You asked me to tell you where I went." Lin Zijin's voice was dissatisfied. "Besides, it was something I thought about before drinking. How can I remember it now?"

"Okay, I said it."

Pei Ming followed his will and said, "Don't take medicine when you get home later, remember."

"Well, no medicine."

Lin Zijin repeated it, but his voice suddenly became more depressed: "But you can't be happy without taking medicine."

Not happy?

Pei Ming paused as he stroked the phone case, unreasonably recalling Lin Zijin's dazed state standing on the balcony when he was in the hotel.

Based on the principle of respecting privacy, he never asked Lin Zijin what kind of medicine he was taking, he just thought it was medicine for regulating the heart or liver.

But he didn't expect that there would be drugs for psychological treatment.

Pei Ming bit his lip, clicked on the memo on the phone, and solemnly wrote it down, preparing to have a formal conversation with Zeng Xi or Lin Zijin's assistant in the future, to see if he could find anything useful.

"Pei Ming?" Lin Zijin called him, "You're ignoring me again."

"No, thinking about something."

Pei Ming suppressed the worry between his brows and eyes: "Where have you been?"

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Zijin didn't answer his words, and started a new topic on his own, "Thinking about the person you like?"

Pei Ming's hands trembled.

Actually in a sense... yes.

But he dared not say it.

"You don't answer me, are you guilty?"

Lin Zijin seemed to be happy because he felt that he had insight into what Pei Ming was thinking, and smiled lightly: "I guess right?"

"No," Pei Ming said, "It's just nonsense."

The car slowly stopped outside the garden of a villa. Pei Ming opened the door and got out, straightening his collar that was messed up by Lin Zijin earlier.

"Did you get off the car?" Lin Zijin asked, "Where did you go?"

"A...very nasty place."

Pei Ming's eyes fell on the surrounding scenery, and undisguised disgust flashed in his eyes.

Whether it is an exquisite landscape pool, manicured bushes, or elegant plaster ornaments, he is extremely disgusted.

The heavy door of the villa was pushed open by him, and the crystal chandelier inside reflected flashy light, which made his eyes hurt.But he still walked straight forward, as if he didn't want to stay for a while at all.

The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa got up abruptly, raised his crutch tremblingly and pointed at him: "Lu Ming! Stop!"

Pei Ming quietly turned off the microphone on the phone, stood in front of the stairs and said coldly: "My surname is not Lu."

"Your surname is not Lu, what's your surname?" The man's greasy and fat face turned into a liver color, "Who gave birth to you and raised you? Do you have a conscience?"

Pei Ming sneered: "My mother gave birth to me, and my mother raised me. Now she is lying in a suburban cemetery. Would you like to go to her grave and ask what you just said?"

The middle-aged man was like a punctured balloon, and his momentum suddenly weakened: "But how can you quarrel with your brother? Aunt Su is also your family."

"Only if I'm still a member of this family can you really use the property you inherited from grandpa and grandpa," Pei Ming said, "If you really like that woman so much, why don't you go out and elope with her?" Huh? What’s wrong with talking about a poor man’s love? You’re a poor wife if you eat chaff and swallow vegetables.”

The woman sitting next to the man sneered, and looked Pei Ming up and down: "Did we use the money ourselves? Your father hasn't given you money for so many years, do you really think you can survive in the entertainment industry?"

Pei Ming smiled kindly, but his eyes were full of disgust: "Aunt Su, I spend all my own money. If you don't believe me, check the account flow at home. When will I be reduced to using his money for things?" ?”

"By the way," he changed the topic, "are you comfortable living in someone else's house? When are you going to move out?"

The woman's powdered face immediately became whiter, she clutched her chest and panted heavily, and said sharply, "Little bastard, stop!"

"I abide by the agreement with you and come back every year at this time to perform a play for the old man." Pei Ming glanced at the middle-aged man, "I hope that Mr. Lu will also abide by the agreement, and stop casually disturbing the lives of me and my wife. Especially Young Master Lu."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked upstairs without looking back.

This place was once called "home" by him.

The "home" is very luxurious, the furniture is shipped from well-known European craftsmen, the hall on the first floor is spacious enough for a tap dance, and there is a nanny for him to drive.

But Pei Ming didn't like it here.

He especially missed the small duplex more than ten kilometers away that wasn't luxurious, and didn't even have the slightest human touch.There lived a short-tempered long-haired kitten, and a man covered in spikes but soft in his heart.

No one was waiting for him to return to the house, no matter how gorgeous the decoration was, it was nothing more than a cold monster made of reinforced concrete.

Pei Ming took a breath, lay down on the bed, and turned on the microphone: "Brother Lin."

Unsurprisingly, the person on the other side of the phone snorted coldly and didn't talk to him.

"I was talking to someone just now," Pei Ming said, "that's why I ignored you, don't be angry, okay?"

After a while, Lin Zijin's voice came muffled: "I'm not angry, what is there to be angry about?"

This man is still so wrong when he is drunk.

Pei Ming smiled helplessly, buried his head in the soft pillow, and said softly, "Brother Lin, I miss you."

Lin Zijin snorted again: "Liar."

"I didn't lie to you," Pei Ming said, "I really miss you and want to go home."

"Liar," Lin Zijin said, "I told you not to leave, you must."

"But I have to go."

Pei Ming swallowed the grievance welling up in his throat: "Brother Lin, I miss you."

"understood."

"I still miss my mother."

Lin Zijin seemed to laugh softly: "I'm not your mother."

"I just thought about it all of a sudden," Pei Ming wiped his eyes, "You are all very kind and gentle people to me."

After a moment of silence on the phone, Lin Zijin said in a low voice, "I'm not gentle, and I'm not good to you either."

Pei Ming moved his lips and was about to say something when he heard the sound of brakes.

"Did you get out of the car?"

The driver's voice could be heard faintly, and Lin Zijin said "hmm": "At the gate of the community."

Pei Ming thought of the cobblestone path full of messy beauty when he first entered his community, and his heart suddenly picked up: "Brother Lin, walk carefully, pay attention to safety."

"How grown up I am," Lin Zijin muttered in a low voice, "I don't want you to teach me."

As he said that, he got out of the car and walked slowly along the path to the community.

Pei Ming glanced at the time: "It's late, please be careful. Is the road dark? Can you see clearly?"

"Know it."

Lin Zijin followed the dim light all the way forward: "You are so talkative today."

"I'm worried about you," Pei Ming turned over and lay on his back on the bed, "I've been worried about you since...we separated from you."

His words fell into Lin Zijin's ears verbatim, making his already irregular heartbeat a bit more rapid.

It's not good.

Lin Zijin stopped by the street lamp, closed his eyes slightly, and there was a fine layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

The current sound of the mobile phone was faintly present, accompanied by Pei Ming's breathing, softly touching his ears.He looked up at the sky, and unexpectedly found that the air quality in the capital was very good tonight, and the night sky was spread out like blue velvet, dotted with the moon and twinkling stars.

At that moment, Lin Zijin suddenly had the urge to share this piece of night sky with Pei Ming.

But it is clear that both of them are in the capital, so what's the point of this sharing?

"Brother Lin, what are you doing?"

"I'm... watching the stars," Lin Zijin said, "I haven't seen them for a long time."

"Is it?"

Pei Ming originally wanted to get out of bed and look out the window, but when he remembered that the strangely shaped trees in the garden of this villa area blocked half of the sky, he stopped and lay down on the bed again: "Unfortunately, I can't see it here."

"Then next time," Lin Zijin said casually as his heart ached like needles, "Let's watch together next time."

Pei Ming responded softly, and did not speak again.

After the discomfort in his heart passed, Lin Zijin continued, "I'm sorry."

Pei Ming seemed to be taken aback for a moment: "...what?"

Others were crazy and noisy when they were drunk, but this person seemed to have a special desire to talk when he was drunk, and now he said all the things he didn't want to say, like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

"I lied to you before."

Lin Zijin coughed lightly: "You asked me if I had heard of the bullying of female stars in variety shows, and I said I hadn't heard of it. I lied to you at the time, but I knew it all. Before, I thought you were the kind who didn't I was wrong for a starlet with professionalism who would play big names."

"You are a good person."

Pei Ming couldn't help laughing: "Am I a good person in Brother Lin's heart?"

"What? Are you not happy?"

Lin Zijin had almost rested, and got up again and walked towards home: "There are not many people who can make me feel good."

"Why not many?"

"because......"

His eyes dimmed a little: "Because there are not many good people in this world."

The other party remained silent, as if waiting for him to finish speaking.

Lin Zijin sighed softly: "I just feel that everyone has something for you, and if they treat you well, they must get something from you. They never associate with people just because of how you are, but because Because 'I can' or 'I want something from you'. I... don't like it."

"Is that so?"

Pei Ming said softly: "But if I also have plans, am I still a good person?"

"You're an exception," Lin Zijin opened the door with the key, "It doesn't matter if you have plans, what kind of evil can a golden retriever have?"

Pei Ming was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to ask what he meant, he heard the man say loudly: "I'm home."

"Are you home?" Pei Ming said, "Change your clothes and go to sleep."

"No."

Lin Zijin slowly went upstairs while holding the handrail of the stairs: "I'll take a shower first."

Pei Ming let out a "tsk", and there was no lack of worry in his voice: "Don't wash it, in case you fall..."

"Take care of the world and take care of me taking a bath, it's against you," Lin Zijin said, "It's time to hang up."

"do not!"

Pei Ming quickly stopped him: "Don't hang up, I'm afraid you will fall."

"I can't fall," Lin Zijin said, "Forget it, I took my phone into the bathroom, so listen to me and stop talking about it, okay?"

He did what he said, and took the phone into the bathroom with him.

Pei Ming sat on the bed, the red tide moved upward from his neck, bit by bit invading his previously white skin.

Perhaps because he was also a member of a singing and dancing boy group and pursued the sound quality of the equipment, Lin Zijin's earphone microphones are very good, so he received all the rustling sounds of undressing.

He coughed lightly and asked knowingly, "Brother Lin? What are you doing?"

The action on the other side seemed to stop: "Take off your clothes."

"you......"

Pei Ming felt the heat all over his body rushing towards his face, his lips and tongue were numb, and he couldn't speak easily.

"Is there anything wrong?" Lin Zijin said, "It's okay to take a shower."

He did what he said, and after waiting for about 2 minutes, the sound of dripping water sounded.

Pei Ming's whole body was in chaos.

He froze in a ball on the bed, his originally indifferent and calm psychological defense was broken, he suspected that his soul had escaped from his shell and returned to the house he was thinking about.

The sound of bottles and jars clinking occasionally sounded, and occasionally the sound of water would pause for a while, it was hard not to let people think about it.

Pei Ming leaned against the bed board, and wanted to be a gentleman to take off the earphones, but he was still reluctant to do so, and in the end he listened to the end from beginning to end very spinelessly.

Even if there is only the sound of water sounding and disappearing, it does not prevent him from thinking about some outrageous things in his head, making his mouth dry from thinking, getting out of bed and drinking several sips of water before calming down his inner restlessness.

"Pei Ming, are you still there?"

Lin Zijin's voice rang on the other end of the phone, the sticky feeling in his tone was less, as if he was sober after taking a bath.

Pei Ming responded in a panic: "Ah, yes."

Lin Zijin sighed: "I'm sorry for disturbing you for so long today."

He wiped his hair half dry with a towel and walked into the bedroom.

Listening to the ringing of the phone, Pei Ming could imagine that the tall and thin young man would put his hair docilely in front of his eyes after taking a shower, and then lazily squint and lean on the bed, like a satisfied cat.

Thinking of this, a soft place in his heart was poked: "Why bother? I said you are my idol before, you won't forget, right?"

"Idol?"

Lin Zijin was half leaning on the bed, and couldn't help letting out a comfortable sigh: "What do you like about me, little fan?"

Pei Ming was stunned for a moment, wondering whether Lin Zijin was trying to trick him, or if he was sincerely asking what he liked about him as an idol.

"I......"

"Which character of mine do you like?" Lin Zijin murmured, "Or a certain stage?"

"No."

Lying on the bed and listening to his breathing, Pei Ming felt as if he was lying side by side with him: "I like them all."

"Little liar," the man smiled, "just pick up good words."

"I do not have."

The ending of his "little liar" is very soft, it really doesn't look like a curse.

"I love your character, your stage, and you..."

Pei Ming gritted his teeth and mustered up all his courage to say the second half of the sentence: "And you, I like it very much."

Lin Zijin remained silent, and for a while, the only sound of the two people's intertwined breathing remained on the phone.

Pei Ming thought that what he said had aroused the other party's suspicion, and was trying to make up for it, but Lin Zijin seemed to sniff: "No one will like me."

"You see, I don't even have many friends. Fans like me who can act, sing and dance," Lin Zijin said, "But whenever I behave a little bit inconsistent with the person, they will be said to like me before." people hate."

He paused, and his voice became softer and softer: "So what kind of person do you want to be, so that you will always be liked, and you will not be cheated or left behind?"

Pei Ming only felt that his heart was scorching hot, as if it was going to explode in the next second.The fragments of flesh and blood were split and reassembled, turning into streams of heat that were continuously pumped into the limbs and bones along with the blood, and then rushed back like a sea of ​​rivers.

It was the first time he saw such a fragile Lin Zijin, but he also hoped to see him only this time.

"Brother Lin, you don't need to be someone," Pei Ming said, "Do you still remember the person I told you about the person I liked very much?"

Lin Zijin let out a "huh".

Pei Ming looked at the yellowed poster with a sense of age on the wall in the middle of the house, and the person in the poster was talking to him at their shared home more than ten kilometers away.

He suddenly wanted to leave this place, rush back to the small duplex building, and give Lin Zijin a hand.