love slave

When Su Huaixu came out to smoke a cigarette, he ran into Li Moshang hanging out with a young eighteenth-tier actor.

The little male star was wearing a dark red shirt with all the buttons unbuttoned. Half of the shirt was blown up by the bitter cold wind. The redness stood out in the darkness. His eyes were blurred and half-opened, and he let out an unbearable expression. The soft hum was not pleasant, at least Su Huaixu couldn't bear it.

There are countless balconies for this banquet, and each balconies have their own stories happening, Su Huaixu is a little thankful that the one he chose was nobody.It's a pity that the balcony of Li Moshang and the little actor is next door to him, and this wall can't completely block it.

Su Huaixu only glanced at it for a short time, Li Moshang seemed to notice it, raised his head, and met his eyes.

The cigarette in his mouth suddenly became tasteless, Su Huaixu retracted his gaze, extinguished the remaining half of the cigarette butt, pushed open the balcony door and walked in.

It was very hot inside, changing cups and toasting each other. Su Huaixu often encountered such occasions after returning to China. After a banquet, his face would be frozen with laughter.

He wanted to find a corner to hide in, but his manager, Lucky, didn't give him such an opportunity, and came up to him quickly: "Are you out of breath? Hurry up, eat something to fill your belly, and drink later, I'll take you Go see a big guy."

"Who are you seeing again?" Su Huaixu smiled helplessly, "Do people think of me?"

"You are very popular now!" Lucky said, "There are countless people asking about you in the circle now. I have a lot of books in my hand, but I haven't shown them to you. The first movie after returning to China, Of course it has to be done well.”

Su Huaixu became more patient, and obediently followed Lucky into the crowd with a red wine glass in his hand.

He was in a trance—maybe he just drank a whole glass with a big director, and he was a little dizzy.

So I never saw clearly who the person waiting for him was.

Until Lucky suddenly patted him on the back and introduced: "This is Su Huaixu. Xiaoxu, this is Director Li, the hottest and youngest talented director right now. Your favorite movie "Eighteen Brocades" is He did it, you know that? Come on, say hello."

Su Huaixu raised his head, feeling even more dazed.

Maybe the face in front of him overlapped with the one he saw on the balcony just now, or maybe it was due to time confusion, the face in front of him overlapped with the face from seven years ago—in short, he held the red wine glass, He opened his mouth and didn't say a word for a long time.

On the contrary, Li Mushang was quite calm. He stretched out his hand, took the initiative to hold Su Huaixu's palm, and said with a smile, "We know each other. Xiao Xu, long time no see."

Yes, long time no see.

Su Huaixu almost thought that he had completely forgotten about the person in front of him - but unfortunately, the temperature and texture of the other's palm, the moment he touched the skin, he still felt very familiar.

After all, for a whole year, they hung out in every corner of the city, watched movies, rode bicycles, made love under the sunrise of the whole city, and recorded his every moment on film in a small dark room. An emotional moment...that was the most unforgettable year of Su Huaixu's 30 years of life.

When they were in love with each other, they were vigorous, and even when they broke up, they couldn't get together well.

Before returning to China, Su Huaixu thought about meeting Li Moshang, and rehearsed in advance what kind of expression she would use, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

Su Huaixu himself didn't know how he took back his emotions in an instant. Anyway, he also smiled and said in a polite tone: "Director Li, long time no see."

Li Moshang smiled and didn't speak, the two seemed to be friends who knew each other but were not familiar with each other.

But he even knew that there was a mole on Li Moshang's thigh, just as Li Moshang also knew that there was a mole on the side of his chest and next to his heart.

They're pretty good at pretending, Su Huaixu thought.

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Su Huaixu vomited a little bit badly, the taste of stomach acid flooding his tongue was uncomfortable, he didn't eat much at night, and now it was even more empty.

He picked up the water and rinsed his mouth, and waved his hands back to signal Lucky to give him a piece of paper. After waiting for a while, a pack of paper was stuffed into his palm, but the person standing behind him had changed.

And it was the last person he wanted to see at the moment.

There was no third person, Su Huaixu didn't even want to pretend, he nodded to Li Moshang in aloofness, threw the tissue in his hand aside to no avail, and walked out.

It's a pity that his head was so dizzy that he took a step and fell heavily into Li Moshang's arms. He annoyed himself in his heart - he felt that Li Moshang must be acting affectionate again, and that he did it on purpose.

"You want to leave in such a hurry?" Li Moshang's voice rang in his ears, with a little ambiguity, his breath was on his earlobes and the back of his neck, "Shouldn't you catch up with old lovers when we meet? Xiao Xu."

Su Huaixu stubbornly wanted to shake off Li Moshang's hand, but she was so weak that she could only be hugged tightly by Li Moshang.

Su Huaixu got a little angry and said, "Don't touch me."

"Don't lose your temper." Li Moshang said, "You can't walk steadily now, do you want to lie here and wait to be picked?"

Su Huaixu was PTSD to the four words "don't lose your temper". He thought that he would be better after seven years, but he never expected that when he heard the same four words in the same tone again, the pain and anger in his heart would still be the same. It burst out in an instant.

During the last time they were together, Li Moshang often told him to "stop losing your temper".

But his temper is good enough.

Su Huaixu suddenly pushed Li Moshang away, his body lost its fulcrum, and fell heavily.

Li Mushang was very helpless, trying to catch the other party, but there was no other way.

Su Huaixu drank a little too much.

Almost as soon as he fell, he fell asleep.That's why I couldn't hear Li Moshang resting his head on his head and letting out a long sigh.

With some nostalgia, he said slowly: "Xiao Xu, I have been looking for you for a long time."

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Su Huaixu had a dream that he hadn't had for a long time, back to the year when he met Li Moshang in his early twenties.

At that time he was working as a model—he met Li Moshang by chance.

Li Moshang hadn't made movies at that time, and was working as a photographer. When recruiting models, he specifically asked for a nude model, the kind that he had to fully cooperate with, and the price he gave was very high. Su Huaixu was too poor, so he saw The number of money lost all restraint and shyness, and contacted Li Moshang for an interview.

At that time, Li Moshang had already interviewed many people, but he didn't like any one, so he almost gave up until he met Su Huaixu.

His appearance is indistinguishable from male and female, and he is well-proportioned. Every two flesh on his body grows just right, like a sculpture of perfect proportions in the Middle Ages, without the slightest blemish, his complexion is fair, and even his toes are pink when he is shy Li Moshang decided on him on the spot when he saw it, and signed a one-year contract with him.

Su Huaixu pressed his finger prints on the contract, then opened his eyes with a splitting headache.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking - this place doesn't seem to be his home.

Then he sat up and looked around at the surrounding environment. The room was dark, black, white and gray, like a darkroom for film development, in the style of Li Moshang.

The smell of alcohol had not dissipated, Su Huaixu saw that his mobile phone was put aside, and it had been carefully charged. When he opened it, there was only a message from Lucky, reminding him to remember to read the script after waking up.

The name of the script is "Midsummer". It is a new movie that Li Moshang is preparing to shoot. It is said that he has been looking for the protagonist for more than half a year.

What does it mean?

I really can't blame Su Huaixu for thinking too much, mainly because such incidents seem to be very common in the circle, anyway, the first thing he did after seeing it was to lift the quilt and take a look at his clothes, they had already been changed.

Although the butt doesn't hurt too much, Su Huaixu still has an ominous premonition.

It just so happened that the door was pushed open at this moment, Li Moshang was holding a DSLR in his hand, and raised his brow slightly: "Are you awake?"

"..." Su Huaixu stared at him.

"What are you doing just sitting around? Come out and have breakfast." Li Moshang said, "Soya-bean milk fritters. Your favorite."

"What did you do to me?" Su Huaixu lifted the quilt and stood barefoot on the floor, the soles of his feet suddenly became cold, and his heart also felt a little cold.

Li Moshang was taken aback for a moment, and then keenly sensed what he meant, he snorted and said with a smile: "Su Huaixu, I'm not so bad that I want to do that kind of thing when I'm not awake."

Su Huaixu breathed a sigh of relief: "Then why does the character in "Midsummer"..."

"You look like a little hedgehog with thorns all over your body," Li Moshang put one hand in his trouser pocket, took a step forward, and gently rubbed the top of his head with the other hand, " Relax, I chose you only because you are suitable, there is no other reason, and I don't need you to do anything."

Li Moshang seems to be more like a normal person than before - Su Huaixu thought so, walking out barefoot.

The living room is covered with soft carpets, and it doesn't feel cold to step on. Su Huaixu saw the soy milk and fried dough sticks on the table, and felt a little dazed, feeling as if time had gone backwards.

But when he sat on the table and took a bite of the fritters, he found it hard to swallow.

It turns out that his taste has changed over time.

Su Huai took a few sips of soy milk hastily, and said, "I've finished eating, let's go first."

Li Moshang glanced at the food, then at him again, frowned and said, "Isn't it delicious? Then I'll order another one for you?"

"No, it's delicious." Su Huaixu said, "It's just that I'm not used to fried dough sticks now."

Li Moshang froze for a moment visible to the naked eye, lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Su Huaixu said: "I'm leaving first, Director Li. If you have anything to do later, you can contact Lucky."

"Add a WeChat." Li Moshang still said, "It's more convenient to contact you directly."

always added.Su Huaixu persuaded himself in this way, and took out his mobile phone.

Li Moshang did not keep him any longer, Su Huaixu went out wearing the newly bought shoes Li Moshang bought for him, the size of the shoes was just right.

Su Huaixu felt a little strange, and he couldn't tell if it was because the two met again after seven years, or because after seven years, Li Moshang still remembered the trivial matter of his shoe size.