The whole entertainment industry is knocking me and my ex-boyfriend's CP

It wasn't until Song Jing didn't answer the phone that Yan Yi realized that he still didn't know where his home was.

Song Jing, on the other hand, kept no secrets in front of him at all, so he poured out all his bank card passwords, door lock passwords, and social account passwords in a small mouth. In his own words, he had to hand them in.

Even though the misunderstanding of him hadn't been resolved at that time, even though Yan Yi didn't pay much attention to it at the time, thinking about it now makes her feel a little distressed.

Probably this is Song Jing's nature. Although he has had such an experience, in the final analysis, he is the person who was willing to give himself wholeheartedly for him.

After asking Song Jing's assistant for the address, Yan Yi stood outside Song Jing's house and thought for a moment, before inputting the combination of codes that Song Jing mentioned before into the door lock one by one.

811231

Song Jing's birthday is 8.11, and his is 12.31.

wrong.

Yan Yi lost two more times, and the gate was not successfully unlocked until the third time, which was the day of the yacht dinner.

Pushing open the door, the room was in a mess, one can imagine what happened to the two of them, Yan Yi walked into the room to scan around, and saw Song Jing in front of the sofa in the living room.

He buried his head on the carpet, wondering if he had noticed someone coming in.

Yan Yi lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked over.

Song Jing still didn't look up.

Yan Yi didn't bother him, just sat down on the sofa next to him, gently holding Song Jing's hand with one hand.

Song Jing curled her fingers slightly, and after a while, she held him instead.

It was obviously just a simple action, but Yan Yi seemed to read his thousands of grievances from it.

Ever since Chen Zhi told him the truth, he never dared to recall the past.

If it is said that every time he recalled those seven years and recalled Song Jing, he would feel sore in his heart.It was uncomfortable now, as if his heart was being picked up. He couldn't imagine how sad and confused the child was at that time.

He wanted to hug Song Jing at that time, to comfort him, and to tell him that in fact, he originally wanted to wait for him to come to him.

……

They remained in this position for a long time.

Today's sunshine is particularly warm, and the light shines into the huge living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The dust swirls in the place where the sun shines, like little elves flying lightly, stroking and comforting the young lovers in love, casting beautiful magic.

The swimming pool in the garden outside the window shimmered like broken silver.

This afternoon, they finally had to bid farewell to the past.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Jing got up from the ground, hugged Yan Yi, and buried her head in his neck.

"Brother," he called softly, his voice was a little hoarse, and after a pause, he whispered, "I'm sorry," his voice trembling.

Yan Yi didn't answer immediately, it was rare for him to feel a little curious and puzzled about others at this moment.

There is no doubt that Mother Song loves Song Jing, even Yan Yi can detect it in the past.

But it was because of love that made Yan Yi even more confused. What was she thinking when she saw Song Jing so uncomfortable? Would she be in pain?

Although every suppression in life will teach people to grow and let people understand the power of money, he also experienced it in those three years in high school.But whether a person's life is long or short, is it really necessary to live in pain for wealth?

Yan Yi couldn't think of an answer either, people were too diverse, maybe it was Song's mother's love.

But for him, this life is not long. Looking back on the past, all the scenes are in front of his eyes, but seven years have passed. He is reluctant to give him anything to exchange for Song Jing's happiness.

"Perhaps this is also a kind of growth for us," Yan Yi thought, and raised his hand to stroke Song Jing's soft hair, not knowing whether he was comforting him or himself, "I have also been reflecting on these seven years, I also realized my own problems. It was more difficult to let go because I felt regretful."

Song Jing was silent for a while, and asked in a low voice: "During those seven years, did you ever hate me?"

"Yes," Yan Yi deliberately said in a relaxed tone, "During the time when you first entered the entertainment circle, you dazzled in front of my eyes every day, and I really hated you a little." He laughed and joked, "Congratulations, you done."

Song Jing opened her mouth slightly, her throat slipped, she wanted to speak but couldn't.In fact, in the next few years, he thought about looking for Yan Yi, but he became more and more afraid every time. He was afraid that his preoccupation and obsession with Yan Yi would be just a passing moment with Yan Yi.

He couldn't imagine what he would do if Yan Yi had no dislike or hatred for him at all.He was really afraid, afraid, he was afraid that when he got through to his phone, there was only an understatement "It's you" on the other end.He was afraid that when they met, Yan Yi would be able to greet him with a smile, even if he already had a partner who had been in love for a long time by his side.

Just thinking about this scene made him feel suffocated, so afraid that he only dared to hide and lick his wound alone.

The only thing left may be his only fantasy, he really never dared to think that Yan Yi would also be there.

So when they reunited, he intentionally spoke sharp words to stimulate him, although his mood was too complicated, even he himself didn't know how much hate or love or fear was mixed in it.

Yan Yi could sense Song Jing's emotions, raised his hand to stroke his back, and lowered his voice to comfort him: "Thank you too, thank you for working so hard to make me remember you, thank you for bringing my boyfriend back to me around."

"We will have many more seven years, and I will be with you. In the future, you can directly tell me what you think, I will listen, I will care about your feelings, and I will strive to put you first."

Hearing that Song Jing hugged him vigorously, Yan Yi couldn't bear his strength and was pushed down on the sofa by him, Song Jing took advantage of this posture to hold him tightly.

After hugging for a long time, when Yan Yi was thinking about what to say and do to divert Song Jing's attention, he finally said softly: "There will be no more misunderstandings, I will pester you in the future, I am no longer I was seven years ago."

Yan Yi smiled: "Well, you are not the kid you were seven years ago, you are very powerful now."

Song Jing could hear the tone of coaxing a child.

They didn't speak any more, they just hugged each other and lay in the sunlight that came in.

The pressure that had been in his heart for the past few days finally dissipated, and Yan Yi breathed a sigh of relief.In the warm sunshine and in the arms of his lover, he fell asleep unconsciously.

He had an extremely beautiful dream, in which Song Jing was admitted to his university.On the day of the school report, Yan Yi went to pick him up at the school gate, Song Jing jumped up and hugged him excitedly, they walked hand in hand side by side on the school's boulevard, Song Jing chattered in his ears all the way, like an excited little sparrow.

When Yan Yi woke up, the sky outside the window had already darkened, and snow began to fall again. He lifted the blanket on his body and looked out from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The world was pure white and extremely beautiful.

Song Jing's house is too big, Yan Yi got up and looked around but couldn't find him.

Instead, he ran into his room by mistake, and saw the globe on the desk as soon as he entered his eyes, and Chen Zhi's words immediately rang in his mind.

Yan Yi paused for two seconds, then walked over to have a look.

Two lines are drawn on the globe.

One is drawn at both ends of the globe, with several strings of numbers marked beside it, namely 14000, 15000, 20000, and 11850.

14000 kilometers, which is the distance from Beijing, China to the United States across the Pacific Ocean.

15000 kilometers, which is the distance across the Eurasian continent and the Atlantic Ocean from east to west.

20000 kilometers, which is the shortest distance between China and the United States.

11850 kilometers, which is the distance from Shanghai to New York.

This is the distance they used to have.

Another line is drawn in the Pacific Ocean, and the words 180 degrees are marked on the side.

There is a world-recognized, imaginary international date line, referred to as the date line.

Yan Yi remembered that Song Jing had a song called "Dateline".

To the west of the dateline is "today" and to the east is "yesterday".

An invisible imaginary line, like the 7 years they have never met in the past, completely separates their yesterday and today.

This is the distance they have never crossed in seven years, leaving them in two time and space that cannot meet.

There is a notebook next to the globe, which is probably the lyric book that Chen Zhi said, which is equivalent to the existence of a diary.

Yan Yi took a look, then raised his hand to stroke gently.

He didn't open it.

Firstly, the diary was too private, and he wasn't sure if Song Jing would write something embarrassing in it.

Secondly, he didn't have the courage to watch his seven years again. He wanted to watch his next few decades, every day.

Footsteps came from outside the door, Song Jing followed the light and saw Yan Yi standing in front of the desk.

Song Jing glanced at the notebook on the table, and hugged him from behind: "Brother, are you hungry? I just cooked the noodles, but when I poured the water, I poured the noodles together. There is no food for the family."

Yan Yi: "..."

The sad atmosphere suddenly dissipated, and Yan Yi glanced sideways at Song Jing.

Song Jing: "... If you're hungry, shall we go out to eat?"

"Are you hungry?" Yan Yi turned to face him, Song Jing's house was not very popular at first glance, Yan Yi was going to cook for him, "If you are not hungry now, let's go out to buy food?"

"Not hungry, let's go grocery shopping." He likes to go grocery shopping with Yan Yi, which sounds like something only couples do together.

The two hit it off immediately, and went directly to the supermarket at the door to buy some food.After he came back, Yan Yi was in charge of cooking, and Song Jing was helping him. He was unfamiliar at first glance, and he was in a hurry to do anything. Yan Yi watched him go around in circles while cooking.

Half an hour later, two dishes and one soup were freshly baked, all Song Jing's favorites, and a meal was simply delicious.

After eating and taking a shower, Song Jing hugged Yan Yiwo on the sofa and chatted and watched a movie. Like many young couples at home, they tacitly didn't mention it.

I was watching a suspense movie, halfway through Song Jing asked: "Why did the hostess give him sausage?"

Yan Yi analyzed his own understanding to him one by one, and Song Jing just looked down at his moist lips opening and closing, distracted.

Sure enough, before Yan Yi could say a few words, Song Jing restlessly raised his chin from behind with one hand, pursed his lips when he was speaking, and pecked his head sideways.

Yan Yi looked up at him for two seconds, then wanted to say the last two points of his analysis, Song Jing gulped again when he saw this.

Yan Yi said again, he kissed again, as if playing.

After two seconds of silence, Yan Yi stopped talking. He licked his lips and prepared to continue watching the movie.

Little did he know that his action had thoroughly irritated Song Jing, and when Yan Yi turned his head to avoid his hand, Song Jing pressed him onto the sofa.

Song Jing pressed him halfway, kissed him impatiently and tenderly, sucked softly and warmly on Yan Yi's lips twice, and then couldn't wait to close her teeth.

The soft and slippery touch entered the mouth, and I found the tip of his sweet and soft tongue in Yan Yi's mouth, licking and hooking gently, soft and entwined.

Suddenly Song Jing's hand moved, sensing his meaning, Yan Yi immediately grabbed his wrist, turned his head slightly and said, "Go to bed..."

However, Song Jing seemed to be on top of him at this moment, and continued to kiss him after chasing him, the last word in Yan Yi's mouth was pressed between his lips and whispered out.

The hem of the clothes fluttered, and all voices were swallowed.

Yan Yi had no memory of how he went to the room afterwards, he was completely drawn into by Song Jing's intense emotions, and accompanied him into another seductive and selfless world.

When the emotion was at its most intense, Song Jing was really fierce. He gritted his teeth and said almost word for word: "Brother, we will always be together in the future, no one can separate us again! No!"

That look was so fierce that he regarded Yan Yi as hostile, and Yan Yi didn't have any strength to respond to him afterwards.

On the night of being drunk on the reality show, Yan Yi felt like a broken doll or was he too young and had too little experience.

In fact, people's cognition will be constantly broken.

For example, meeting a large dog of Song Jing's level is not just ordinary broken!

The night passed, and when Yan Yi opened his eyes in the tender light of the morning sun, Song Jing had already woken up and stared at him silly.

It was rare for him to wake up earlier than him. Seeing this, Song Jing said, "Good morning, brother."

"morning."

When Luo Yanyi made a slight move, he was hurt, he took a light breath, and saw Song Jing looking at him with concern, with one hand on his lower back.

Yan Yi hadn't put on his clothes yet, so he tensed up immediately, and he relaxed when he realized that Song Jing didn't intend to overdo it.

Song Jing comforted him gently.

Just when Yan Yi saw his lips moving slightly, thinking that he was about to say something caring, he heard him ask, "Brother, am I serious?"

After two seconds of silence, Yan Yi chose a slightly more objective statement: "Not bad, but the movements are a bit jerky."

This is also true, no matter how ruthless he is, he looks like a jerky puppy, with a messy head.

Action jerky?Song Jing didn't seem to respond at all, but in order to coax Yi Yi to live together, she whispered sweet words in his ear over and over again.

It was rare for the two of them to sleep until noon, and Song Jing leaned against the door of the bathroom watching Yan Yi brushing his teeth.

Action jerky?

After washing up and having breakfast, Song Jing went for a morning swim in the garden, while Yan Yi leaned sideways on the recliner to read a book.

As soon as Song Jing got out of the swimming pool, he could see him who was rarely lazy, like a lazy cat, half of his body nestled in the sun.

He smiled contentedly, and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Tsk, the movements are rusty.

These four words repeatedly appeared in Song Jing's mind this day, but his face remained so calm that Yan Yi had no idea what price he would pay for these words in the future!

After the two discussed it, they finally decided to live in Song Jing's villa. At first, Song Jing could take Yan Yi's mother to live with Yan Yi by vacating Yan Yi's house, so that it would be much more convenient to see her mother in the future.

Later, Song Jing, a rascal, admitted that it was mainly because he liked the large space in the villa and was able to move freely enough, while Yi Yi's small house was too restrictive for him to perform.

Yan Yi was speechless.

On the day of moving, Song Jing accompanied him home to pack his things, mainly the personal items in Yan Yi's room, after all, all the utensils outside could be left for her mother.

Walking around the kitchen and living room, Yan Yi walked into the room, and saw Song Jing who was helping him fold his clothes, holding the coat he had drawn for him in the past, the graduation gift that he hadn't given out.

Song Jing obviously recognized it. After all, Yan Yi painted it according to his casual description. Only Song Jing would like these strange clothes.

Song Jing hugged the clothes and leaned against his shoulders, just about to flirt with his brother.Yan Yi's eyes fell on the clothes he volunteered to fold. The crooked and crooked clothes were almost as good as his previous handwriting.

The two looked at each other, Song Jing: "..."

After packing everything up and sending it away, Yan Yi pushed the suitcase around the living room and finally set his sights on the variety show medal hanging under the clock.

There are his solo medals, his and Song Jing's skiing medals, and their five-member variety show medals.

They record a reunion, a chance to get back together, a short but beautiful journey.

Yan Yi went to get the medal, and then walked back to Song Jing: "Let's go."

"Well," Song Jing took his hand, and the two walked out of the house together.

Go to a new journey, go to their new common home, go to their long, long future.

--Finish--