First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

Newlywed life outside the episode (1)

A week after the marriage, Song Jianchu's Weibo became a "concentration camp for sugar-knocking refugees".

A certain couple, after a wedding of the century that shut down the entertainment industry, they both disappeared. They didn't post a single candy, didn't update their Weibo, and just played missing persons.

Fans on both sides scoured the entire internet for candy, and rummaged through the microblogs of all the guests. The whole internet was full of pitiful figures lying on the internet looking for candy.

Hungry to the limit, CP fans all crowded under Song Jianchu's Weibo, frantically urging updates.

[Hello? ?Are you going to the moon for your honeymoon? 】

[Mr. Mu, it's been a week, please let my son update Weibo]

[Baby, if you are tied to the bed by your husband, you can send an emoji to let mother know that you are in good health]

【exist?sugar?Understand? 】

【Baby, don't get too used to your husband, you're still young, so be restrained】

[Mu Ye, I admit that you can do it, do you dare to let my son come out to report his safety! 】

[Waiting for my CP to release sugar again (bitter)

……

After the wedding, the newlyweds spent three days in New Zealand with friends.

It was well known that each of these friends was an alcoholic.

Rather than playing for three days, it is better to say that I drank for three days.Hupenggouyou don't have a fuel-efficient lamp, and Mu Ye goes back to his room every night in a state of performance art.

Everyone was very happy, so Song Jianchu didn't care much.

Then they went home.

Because Song Jianchu's film project needed to be implemented as soon as possible, and Mu Ye's next world tour concert also needed to start preparations. Neither of them had time to rest, and they went straight to their busy work.

It is completely different from the restricted-grade newlywed life imagined by netizens. The two can only see each other when they return home after work at night.

The patterns of the two were completely reversed. During this period of time, Mu Ye came back first to make dinner and waited for Song Jianchu to go home.

Most of the producer's job is to communicate, build an ideal film team, and pave the way for subsequent shooting.

Song Jianchu has been choosing a director for the past few days. The director is the core creator who injects the soul into a movie, which is very important.He didn't set his sights on those big directors with their own box office, but chose a talented young director who had beheaded in recent years. He thought that this director's style was very suitable for this work.

But it’s a bit difficult to communicate with this kind of artist-type director. They usually write and direct themselves when they choose a project, and they are very resistant to cooperating with idol actors.

Hearing that it was a project planned for idol transformation, the director directly rejected Song Jianchu's invitation.

In the first step of formally entering the industry, Song Jianchu encountered difficulties.

He did not give up and insisted on his prediction. He has been trying to persuade the young director to join the team during this time.

Mu Ye tried to cook a few dishes following the video, took a photo and sent it to Song Jianchu.

【MY: What time will you be back? 】

[See Chu Song: Sorry, it's a little late, we're still chatting. 】

[See Chusong: You eat first, don't wait for me. 】

Mu Ye supported the dining table with one hand, stared at the dishes on the table for a few seconds, and sighed regretfully.

[MY: Thank you for your hard work [hug]]

【MY: Or talk to that director? 】

[See Chu Song: Yes. 】

[MY: Where is it?can i go over thereDon't bother you. 】

[See Chu Song: It's far away, don't come here.About an hour, must go home. 】

[MY: [ok]]

Mu Ye didn't bother Song Jianchu to talk about things, and went to the composition room.

Picking up the guitar and playing for a while, Mu Ye was a little absent-minded.

Song Jianchu found a new goal, he was very happy.

But he is not used to it yet, the child suddenly becomes an adult.

The phone vibrated on the keyboard, Mu Ye's eyes lit up, and he put down the guitar.

Seeing that it was Pei Shinian's WeChat, his eyes dimmed again.

【Pei Shinian: [Photo]】

[Pei Shinian: Brother, let me show you my producer, super handsome]

Mu Ye raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curved a little, and he clicked on the photo.

Really handsome.

Song Jianchu was wearing a black peaked cap, sitting on the gray single sofa with his arms folded, listening to the other party's speech carefully.He is very suitable for casual clothes, wearing black is very cool, he has a more calm temperament than his peers, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised.

The young man opposite should be the young director, wearing a bowler hat, with tattoos on the back of his hand, a bit cold in his eyes, but also very handsome.

The two seemed to have a good talk.

Song Jianchu had a silver wedding ring on the finger on his arm, Mu Ye stared at the ring for a few seconds, suddenly feeling a little missive.

[MY: The deal is over? 】

Pei Shinian was very aggrieved by running this trip, and couldn't help but start complaining.

[Pei Shinian: We've been chatting for an entire afternoon, and I just listen to him talking about other things. Both of them graduated from college. 】

[Pei Shinian: This director is not very good. How can a director be better at acting than an actor. 】

[Pei Shinian: Damn, and this person is prejudiced against me, just chatting with me at the beginning of the meeting, he ignores me. 】

[Pei Shinian: I understand that actors also have a chain of contempt. 】

[Pei Shinian: Even if we talk about becoming a father later, I don't want to see him, I want to take the initiative to add him on WeChat, I'm a dog [smile]]

It is true that many directors with artistic pursuits don't like to cooperate with idols, and they don't bother with the traffic box office that idols come with.

Mu Ye guessed that it would not be so smooth.

【MY: Be good and cooperate. 】

【Pei Shinian: Oh)】

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Song Jianchu finished talking with the director, and he promised Mu Ye to go home in an hour but failed.

The director has basically been convinced by him, but it still needs a little time to think about it.

On the way home, Song Jianchu sent Mu Ye a message.

Thinking of that table dish, he felt a little guilty.

There is not much time for Mu Ye these few days, I don't know if Mu Ye will be unhappy.

Although they were both getting married for the first time, Song Jianchu knew that a normal newlywed life should not be like this.

But he has no choice. The success or failure of a movie is all about timing, and many things cannot be delayed. This year is the best time for Pei Shinian to transform, and the movie must be released before the end of the year.

After driving the car into the garage, Song Jianchu walked to the door of the house and stood there for half a minute, thinking of several ways to make Mu Ye happy.

After unlocking the gate, he waited to rush up to meet him excitedly, but did not see Mu Ye.

Song Jianchu was suddenly a little nervous, like a husband who came home drunk after socializing in the middle of the night.

He changed his shoes, took off his hat and smoothed his hair, and walked slowly inside.Glancing at the empty living room and kitchen, Song Jianchu pursed his lower lip, and took the initiative to switch addresses: "Brother, I'm back."

No one responded, Mint ran out from the composition room: "Meow~"

Song Jianchu looked towards the composition room and became a little nervous again.

After making a judgment on Mu Ye's emotional level, Song Jianchu adjusted the coaxing plan on the spot, and walked slowly into the composition room.

Walking to the door of the composition room, Song Jianchu stared at him.

Mu Ye was lying on the table, with a coat covering his body, covering his broad and slender shoulders.

It turned out that I just fell asleep...

Song Jianchu breathed a sigh of relief and approached lightly.

Mu Ye put one hand on the edge of the table, with a ring on his slender finger, holding the phone.

The screen lit up because of the app push, and suddenly his photo appeared.Judging from the angle and location, it should be secretly photographed by Pei Shinian.

The photo has been set as a screensaver.

Song Jianchu raised the corners of his lips slightly, put his hand on Mu Ye's shoulder, and woke him up in a low voice: "Go to the bedroom to sleep, it's not good for the cervical spine."

With his eyes closed, Mu Ye suddenly raised his hand to clasp the back of his head and pressed down, lifted his chin, and kissed his lips precisely.

Before he had time to react, Song Jianchu was forced to lean on the table and the back of the chair, bumped his nose against Mu Ye, and turned his head slightly in time.

After posting for several seconds, Mu Ye slowly opened his eyes, hugged him lazily, buried his face in his coat and took a deep breath, his voice was a little hoarse after a light sleep: "It's so late, have you eaten dinner yet?"

"Not yet." Song Jianchu put his hand on Mu Ye's shoulder and said, "Have you eaten?"

"Want to wait with you."

Song Jianchu began to feel guilty again: "Sorry, let's eat now."

"hungry?"

"good."

"Then there's no rush." ​​Mu Ye hugged him by the waist and hugged him on his lap, tilted his head and kissed him on the face a few times, and whispered with his lips next to his ear: "From now on it's my time."

Even if they are married, as long as they are together, the ambiguous atmosphere of love is still very strong.

As long as Mu Ye speaks in his ear like this, his heart will beat fast.

The musical instruments were arranged randomly in the composition room, and Song Jianchu seldom came in.Afraid of bumping into something, he obediently placed his hand on Mu Ye's shoulder, not daring to move it.

The black short coat fell down on his shoulders and hung loosely on his arms. Mu Ye's hand pushed his back behind him, and his hot lipband touched his white T-shirt.

Song Jianchu subconsciously glanced at the French windows of the composition room.

It was very dark, and it was our garden outside, and no one could see it from this side.

But the cats and dogs at home can't avoid it.

Waiting and Mint looked up curiously from the chair, watching for more than ten minutes without any intention of walking away.

Song Jianchu and the others looked at each other with dark and pure eyes for two seconds, turned their heads unnaturally, buried their hot faces into Mu Ye's shoulders, and hugged Mu Ye's back tightly with both hands.

Mu Ye stopped suddenly, turned his face with one hand, observed his expression, and said with a smile, "Why are you so good today?"

Song Jianchu's eyes were flushed, and his expression was blank for a moment. He didn't know what it meant to stop at this time: "Huh?"

Mu Ye narrowed his eyes, ambiguous and seductive: "Isn't it because you don't like being in places other than the bedroom?"

"?"

Song Jianchu was taken aback again.

Did he say so?

But in retrospect, they... did not leave the bedroom every time.

"Why do you think so?" Song Jianchu asked strangely.

"Every time you're in a strange place, you get nervous."

"..."

Song Jianchu didn't really want to admit this, but it seemed... indeed.

Mu Ye wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his ear tips: "Today's cooperation is because I performed too well?"

Song Jianchu turned his gaze away, and praised calmly: "...um."

Looking at the overly cute person in front of him, Mu Ye took a breath with his chest rising and falling, bit Song Jianchu's face restrainedly, and asked, "Where is it good?"

"Draw a key point?" Mu Ye said, "I'll keep working hard."

Song Jianchu thought about it carefully.

Yes.

Where is it?

Just an average day.

From the time he received the photo from Mu Ye to the time he went home and opened the door, he was always in a good mood.

On the way home, I don’t feel lonely and bored driving alone. I’ve seen similar street scenes countless times, and I don’t feel restless when I’m stuck in traffic and waiting for a red light. I can even look at the moon tonight through the car window while waiting. Also took a photo casually.

He would never have had the leisure to do such a sentimental thing before.

Seeing him in a daze, Mu Ye bit his lip: "What are you thinking?"

The lights in the composition room had just been turned off.

Song Jianchu blinked slowly in the darkness, looked down at the moonlight shining on the back of his hand, and the glowing ring on his ring finger.

In an instant, Song Jianchu sensed the answer.

Mu Ye looked at Song Jianchu's eyes.

A white light sank into the boy's eyes, like the last Xuanyue tonight.

Song Jianchu lowered his eyes to look at him, and smiled reservedly with a boyish innocence.Song Jianchu didn't speak, just bowed his head and hugged him, breathing very relaxedly.

Mu Ye was a little dazed by this hug that felt different, and his heartbeat accelerated for a long time.

I was actually infected with innocence, and I was a little embarrassed to continue.

After taking a bath together, Mu Ye warmed up the dishes and had dinner with Song Jianchu.

Because he fell asleep in the composition room, Mu Ye felt a little insomnia when he lay down on the bed, so he turned off the light and played with Song Jianchu, who was already asleep, with his arms around him.

Randomly clicked into Weibo, and unexpectedly found that Song Jianchu's Weibo had been updated.

Fans finally stretched their necks looking forward to the first business after marriage.

【? ? ? 】

[Sisters, is this sugar?Why don't I understand? 】

【So profound】

[What do you mean, my level of education is not good? ? 】

[It's too hard to save me, do you have to take a reading comprehension test when you eat candy these days (split)

Looking at the line of words, Mu Ye slowly raised the corners of his mouth, lowered his head and kissed the hair of the person in his arms.

Song Jianchu posted a photo of the moon when there was a traffic jam on the elevated road.

[See Chu Song: The focus is on you [photo]]