The bright moon in the entertainment industry

245. Fleeting

This is probably the most peaceful and relaxing time for Quan Zhilong in the past two months.

Compared with him, Jiang Liuyue was obviously much stiffer, combing Quan Zhilong's wet hair clumsily with thin fingers, and whimpering with the hair dryer.

The soup that Jiang Liuyue messed up had to be washed off in the bathroom, and Quan Zhilong's collar was completely soaked, and now he was tucked in his neck.

He took off a towel and lay comfortably on Jiang Liuyue's lap.

Jiang Liuyue's little hands were soft and warm, and the massage on the cool scalp was indescribably comfortable, Quan Zhilong was almost drowsy.

"... Guishun..."

He whispered in a hoarse voice, his slender big hands stroked Shangjiang Liuyue's small face, caressing the beautiful outline.

The light brown eyes gradually became gentle, and the boy stared at his beloved girl without blinking.

The quarrels these days are enough, the cold war is enough, angry, angry, and said things that shouldn't be said, suffering back and forth in frustration and grievances, Quan Zhilong is now physically and mentally weak, only I want to lie on Jiang Liuyue's lap and fall asleep, but when I wake up, nothing will happen.

Live an absurd nightmare.

[Hey, we actually quarrel. 】

It can even be regarded as a casual joke.

"Are you still angry with OPPA?"

Quan Zhilong turned over, raised his head, and lightly touched Jiang Liuyue's chin with his thin red lips, Jiang Liuyue immediately looked back in shock.

Hidden, but was caught and held down tightly.

"Are you really angry with me? Guishun~~~~~~"

The little Naiyin dragged his tail aggrievedly, Quan Zhilong would be panting like a big dog, using the tip of his nose to go

Rubbing the river to stay in the moon.

"OPPA is going to die these days because you can't eat any food. Do you really want to watch OPPA die?"

Seeing that Jiang Liuyue was still silent with his eyelashes down, Quan Zhilong became anxious and grabbed the person and pulled him into his arms.

Jiang Liuyue struggled twice, but was still hugged tightly, her pointed chin pressed against her shoulder, which hurt a little.

"Ah, bad girl, do you want to see OPPA die to be happy?"

While mumbling, Quan Zhilong bit her earlobe bitterly.

Jiang Liuyue shuddered in pain, shrank her neck and just kept silent.

"Then I'm going to die now."

Quan Zhilong simply acted like a rascal, and looked back and forth while talking: "I think this window is high enough——"

"..."

Jiang Liuyue raised her head in panic, her big wet eyes were full of fear, her little hands immediately grabbed his sleeves tightly, and she opened her small mouth.

Zhang Zhang, let out a rapid panting sound.

But Quan Zhilong seized the initiative all of a sudden, he looked down at Jiang Liuyue with light brown eyes, and almost laughed triumphantly.

He was very satisfied and liked Jiang Liuyue's reaction very much.

Prove that he is so important to Jiang Liuyue.

"...I'm going to die, okay?"

"not good."

Jiang Liuyue's voice was thin and weak, but she said firmly.

"Then you forgive me, will you?"

"..."

"If you don't forgive me, I will really die."

"..."

"You Shun!"

"……it is good."

Under Quan Zhilong's repeated urging, Jiang Liuyue finally reluctantly nodded and said, and was immediately rubbed into her arms by the young man who was eager to make progress, and his warm lips licked her lips. He smiled and talked, clinging to her There was a pleasant vibration in the chest of the body: "Good boy!

child. "

Jiang Liuyue was praised, but her eyes were not beaming with joy like before, she just slightly pulled the corners of her mouth, and

Can't laugh out loud.

She is bored.

Not to Quan Zhilong, Quan Zhilong is still her beloved boy, still the object of her admiration, still the one she pursues with her eyes and heart

People still make her heartbeat and heartache.

What she was tired of was the "good boy" coat that she could never take off once she put it on.

She even felt terrified, and even her breathing became cautious, for fear of revealing her true colors.

Fortunately, whether it was Quan Zhilong or others, no one discovered her true face until the end of the rehearsal.

Jiang Liuyue was like a clown who had finally called his curtain call. Almost as soon as he saw the nanny car leaving from the window, he left the dormitory as if fleeing for disaster, and ran

To the place where life can be saved - the hospital.

She ran to the ward familiarly, and entered without knocking on the door, which was closed very loudly, and without saying hello, the crackling bamboo

Canister pours beans.

"Compared to your relationship history, I care more about the rehearsal of the concert." Zhao Wenyu said very calmly, and asked: "It's amazing.

Strange, can't you be as busy as other artists? "

He was really depressed.

Why did Jiang Liuyue have to disturb the sad time when he, a terminally ill boy, was staring quietly out of the window?

Shouldn’t concert rehearsals be in a row, eat and drink all day and night in the venue, and even take a shower without taking a meal or eating?

Is it all supported by the love for fans?

"That's not my concert."

Jiang Liuyue muttered, and there was a strong sour smell in her tone that couldn't be concealed.

Zhao Wenyu raised his eyebrows, unable to deny it.

It's almost the New Year, and the hospital is extremely deserted. Many patients have applied to go home for the New Year. Now on the floor,

That's some...

Humph.

Zhao Wenyu snorted coldly, and scratched his hair like a chicken coop. Since he became more and more familiar with Jiang Liuyue, he became more and more familiar with Jiang Liuyue.

He has lost his image more and more, and he is a big man who picks his feet.

The snow was falling quietly outside the window. In this corner of the hospital, only Zhao Wenyu's ward was lit, reflecting the hospital bed and the window sill where people sat and stood.

Figure.

Jiang Liuyue breathed on the window, and then wrote on the mist with her fingertips. At first, there were some meaningless symbols, and then some

The abstract words, in the end, became Quan Zhilong's name.

One stroke at a time, from Korean to Chinese, after Jiang Liuyue finished writing, she just watched obsessively, her brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes stretched out, as if it wasn't a word, but it was really Quan Zhilong sitting on the window sill. Like smiling at her.

The room was very warm, the mist liquefied, and a drop of cold water slid down like a tear, washing away a long line of imprints from the name, and finally fell on the

Jiang Liuyue's fingertips.

She panicked like a thief who was caught on the spot. She immediately wiped off the name with her sleeve, and then hurriedly turned to look at Zhao

Wen Yu.

Zhao Wenyu was looking at her with his head tilted, without blinking his eyes.

Jiang Liuyue's face was burning red, and she even wanted to get into the cracks in the ground. She snorted, her fingers were about to wring the corners of her clothes,

His knuckles are turning white.

"...Alice."

After a while, Zhao Wenyu called her.

"Yes!"

Jiang Liuyue seemed to be a recruit who had been called out, she just stood at attention and took a rest, her eyes were wide open, black and white pupils were nervous

Xixi looked at Zhao Wenyu.

What... I'm not a man-eating monster...

Zhao Wenyu was speechless for a while, and suddenly felt that such Jiang Liuyue was very cute.

But no matter how cute it is--

"You...don't come to the hospital again."

"Okay... eh?"

Jiang Liuyue's eyes widened suddenly, and then she looked at him in bewilderment, to the point of biting her lips, she was so flustered by the sudden eviction order, she could only swallow her saliva dryly, with a hang on her face. With a stiff smile.

"Why, why..."

"Don't get me wrong... I don't mean to hate you..." Looking at her uneasy expression like a child who did something wrong, Zhao Wenyu felt

Heartbroken, good boy, being forced by the surrounding pressure to be so worried about gain and loss, others casually think

Many, for fear of being hated by others, he was really afraid that Jiang Liuyue would collapse at any time.

"It's just that the hospital is not a good place, so don't come here again."

"..."

"I like Alice very much."

Zhao Wenyu added.

"If you like me, I come here often, shouldn't you be happy?" Jiang Liuyue leaned her head and whispered.

"I'm very happy...but..."

"If you're happy... I'll come a little longer... Can't you..."

"I……"

"Or...you hate me the way I am now...you only like Alice on TV?"

After Jiang Liuyue said this, she lowered her head and did not move. Her back was facing the window, her small body curled up under the dark blue curtain

Down, as if being crushed by the sky.

Her voice was very small, with a trembling ending, and was immediately swallowed up, as if swallowing forcefully.

Are you crying?Didn't you cry?

Zhao Wenyu guessed, and finally gave up such a guess, sighed: "Alice..."

"..."

Jiang Liuyue raised her head slowly, her eye circles were a little red, but she didn't cry, she looked at him with clear black and white eyes, clearly wanting to pounce on him to seek

Comfort, but just stood there motionless.

In fact, she didn't need to speak, all the fragility and strength were condensed in those eyes, shining like stars.

The child's eyes are so beautiful that it makes one's heart tremble.

At this moment, Zhao Wenyu suddenly understood many things that he couldn't understand before, and forgave many people who never thought he would forgive.

——I really don’t want to make you cry.

"I'm dying."

He still said it, but the words that were originally relaxed and even self-deprecating have become very heavy now:

"Before you feel more sad, don't meet each other."

Hey, the purpose of approaching this child, to be honest, has gradually become blurred now.

Zhao Wenyu thought, probably this is the so-called dying... What is it?

He watched Jiang Liuyue walk out of the room slowly, and gently closed the door with his hand back. Finally, he shook his head, picked up the sleeping medicine by the bed and stuffed it

Put it into the mouth, let dizziness and pain sweep the body at the same time, bringing overwhelming darkness.

Damn, it's too dark... I feel like I'm having trouble breathing... I feel like I'm smoking a cigarette... um... Hey... I don't have a pack of cigarettes in my hand

huh...there's still a lighter...what the hell...take one first...

"cha"

The lighter's wheel made a slight friction sound, but it didn't hit, and the thumb was a little hot.

"cha"

It failed again, but a few small sparks burst out of the darkness.

"cha"

Damn, it hurts to death, who bought the lighter, really...

Impatiently, he shook his hand, and the tall and thin boy leaning on the railing casually threw the unwieldy lighter far away.

The irritated teeth are about to bite off the cigarette butt in his mouth.

I'm so annoyed, the lighter is also against me at this time! ?

"Hey."

Mellow and hoarse, the low taste is like the taste of bitter Marlboro in the mouth.

A voice from nowhere, an arm from where, a little spark, suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Wenyu.

It's an old antique, how can anyone still use matches now, but the one in front of me is clearly a match, and it will be burnt out soon, but the fire is still strong

Fierce, the hissing sound of burning tobacco.

The thin and tall boy turned his head, the cigarette in his mouth was already lit, and with the movement of his head, it was like a fleeting cigarette in the dark night sky.

dark red star.

The tall, chubby boy was carrying a schoolbag as big as a turtle shell, wearing a baseball cap askew, his face was a bit out of shape because of his fat, but that

The pair of pitch-black eyes are so beautiful, with a cynical smile.

"you……"

Zhao Wenyu was about to say something, but the match burned to the end, and everything fell into darkness.

"tempo..."

Zhao Wenyu read it out in a murmur.

That was the first meeting between young Zhao Wenyu and young Cui Shengxian.

[I remember the first time we met, you lit a cigarette for me.

That's when I realized that addiction is just a momentary thing.

But sometimes, some people, like you, really fucking don't care about killing or burying.

This is so unfair. 】

The author has something to say:

Tomorrow will still lead the group.

Get up at 04:30 in the morning and come back at □□ in the evening to prepare the things for the next day.

I will talk about everything until I leave the group tomorrow.

that's it.