The gold master is my diehard fan

Luo Wen parked the car on the beach not far from the villa, and called Song Qingwen. Although he might not come to look for him, he came out together anyway, and he couldn't leave without saying a word.

Song Qingwen was panting and sitting on the grass, leaning against the wall, her hair was a little messy, the buttons on her neckline were torn off, and the pale red marks were very dazzling on her fair and tender skin.

Although he and Liang Sheng didn't make it to the last step, they were only one step away. It was really embarrassing to be so bright in broad daylight, and his cheeks turned rosy.

The phone rang, and Song Qingwen was startled by the sudden ringtone, collected himself, and took out the phone from his pocket with sore hands: "Hey, Director Luo."

"Qingwen, I'll wait for you outside, will you come with me?"

Song Qingwen glanced at Liang Sheng, and just about to agree, Liang Sheng took the phone away, Liang Sheng put the phone close to his ear, and said with a grim expression: "You go first, I'm here, he'll come back with me. "

"Director Luo wait for me, I'll go with you." Song Qingwen took the phone back from Liang Sheng's hand, and raised the volume to reply.

"Okay." Luo Wen replied and hung up the phone.

Song Qingwen gave Liang Sheng a hard look, straightened his clothes, turned around and was about to leave.

"You won't go back with me?" Liang Sheng felt aggrieved, pursed his lips awkwardly, and stared at Song Qingwen's back full of sorrow.

Song Qingwen turned his head, with his appearance... he couldn't stand it anymore, so he waved his hands helplessly: "No, Director Luo may be in a bad mood today, I'll go and accompany him."

He didn't wait for Liang Sheng to reply, and left quickly.

After leaving the gate of the villa, Song Qingwen saw a striking car not far away. He stepped forward, and Luo Wen opened the car door from inside, put out the cigarette in his mouth, and smiled embarrassedly: "The smell of smoke hasn't dissipated, please don't let it go." mind."

"En." Song Qingwen sat in, closed the door, and the driver drove away. Along the way, the carriage was silent, Luo Wen didn't speak, and Song Qingwen didn't take the initiative to say anything.

Arriving at the downstairs of Song Qingwen's apartment, Luo Wen grabbed him who was about to get off the car: "Is there any wine at home?"

"Well, yes." When Wu Mingxiu first moved here, he sent over several bottles of precious wine, which he didn't usually like to drink, so he kept them in the cupboard.

After entering the room, Song Qingwen brought two wine glasses from the kitchen and returned to the living room, opened a bottle of wine and put it in front of Luo Wen: "This is from Wu Mingxiu."

Luo Wen smiled and nodded: "The gift he gave must be good, but you have to taste it carefully."

He stretched out his hand to hold the wine glass, and took a big gulp of himself. The hot liquid passed through his throat, and the feeling of pleasure flooded his whole body.

Seeing him like this, Song Qingwen's eyes flickered slightly, and he reached out to stop his pouring hand: "Drinking like this is not good for your health."

Luo Wen, who was still pretending to be calm, was deeply touched by these words. He froze for a moment, then smiled wryly, looked at Song Qingwen with burning eyes, raised his hand and touched his cheek, as if he saw another person through him. Man: "He said that too."

Luo Wen didn't say it clearly, but Song Qingwen instantly understood who Luo Wen was talking about, and couldn't help but patted Luo Wen's shoulder sympathetically, but the comforting words still choked in his mouth.

Luo Wen continued to drink another cup. He, who was already slightly tipsy, blushed completely at this time, lowered his head and shoulders twitched, and completely lost the stability and maturity of the past: "I'm a little uncomfortable."

His voice choked up, and his abandoned appearance touched Song Qingwen even more, but after all, outsiders could not let outsiders say more about such things.

"Qingwen, I admire you very much. You are very brave. The person you love must be very happy." Luo Wen lowered his eyes, full of sadness. After so many years, everything has become the past, but he is still deeply involved unwilling to come out.

"Qingwen, Han Zhi was very kind to me before, he would give me all the meat in a lunch box, tell me, how can I forget such a good him?"

Sure enough, at that time, this kind of emotion must have been under greater pressure, and the incomprehension of the world finally created the sorrow of the times.

"You don't need to forget, why should you forget these facts that have existed?"

Hearing Song Qingwen's words, Luo Wen raised his eyes in astonishment, the corners of his eyes were still full of tears that he hadn't had time to get rid of: "But, it's very painful, I haven't been able to get out of it for so many years, and I have never been able to figure out why someone who treats me so well suddenly Don't want me, do other people's opinions really matter?"

Luo Wen really admired Song Qingwen. At the moment when he had the courage to admit his orientation, he was really shocked that a rising artist like Song Qingwen could stand up and admit his orientation, something that most people don't understand. He is very responsible, and someone who can be loved by him will really feel safe.

"Whether it is important or not depends on the person's choice. The concept I uphold is very paranoid. I want to bring the person I love to the sun, but most people are afraid of facing the public. It is understandable, so whether it is wrong or right, no one can tell clearly .”

Song Qingwen took a sip of the wine, the spicy taste fainted in his mouth, he immediately frowned and put down the glass: "Some things are hard to bear after holding them in for a long time, you can talk to me about them today, maybe when you wake up, you will suddenly find it clear. "

Luo Wen was silent, drank another glass of wine, put down the glass, picked up the grapes that had been on the table for a few days, and stuffed it into his mouth: "The story is not long, it's a bamboo horse, it's far away from home, and we communicate with each other. , In the end, his descendants were full, my family was ruined, and half of my life was lonely."

He said a few words lightly, but Song Qingwen was deeply shocked when he heard it, and cast a look at Luo Wen in disbelief: "The family is ruined?"

"Yes, my father passed away early, and there was only my mother in the family. She was in poor health. After learning about our relationship, she was deeply shocked and fainted from a cerebral hemorrhage. Afterwards, it didn't last long. My relatives knew that I liked men, so they all avoided it. So I don't have any relatives, just him."

His voice became lower and lower, he thought of something, rolled up his sleeves, and the ugly scars clinging to his arms were shocking: "Do you know how this came about?"

"I don't know." Song Qingwen shook his head. He already knew that Luo Wen had a scar on his hand, but he would still be shocked if he stared at it from such a close distance.