First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

The homestay was open on the last day, and no new guests came to check in, and the guests all checked out one after another.

In the afternoon, the last group of guests was sent away, and the members did the final finishing work, and drove to visit the famous local cedar landscape before leaving get off work.

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The frozen stream is cold and clear, and a winding curve flows out of the white snow. The pine trees on both sides are covered with frost and snow, forming transparent icicles. From time to time, squirrels quickly jump through the snow and disappear into the white forest. .

The members were a bit reluctant to leave, and had to be busy on their own when they went back. These three days were really a vacation to purify exhaustion and negative energy.

"It's so beautiful, like a fairyland." An Ran raised her phone to take a picture.

Pei Shinian said regretfully, "I don't know if I'll have a chance to come back and watch it again in the future."

Mu Ye helped Song Jianchu put on his hat tighter, and grabbed his hands into the pockets of his jacket: "Warm your hands."

Still filming, Song Jianchu turned to look at him in surprise.

Warm hands clasped his fingers in his pockets, and quickly dispelled the coolness from his hands.

Song Jianchu's fingers moved uncomfortably in his pocket.

Mu Ye thought he would take his hand away, and was about to let go, when Wei Liang's fingers clasped him tightly.

Mu Ye's heart beat for a moment, and he quickly clasped his hand back, looking at Song Jianchu's face in surprise.

Kissing has been seen by others, holding hands in front of the camera or something, for Song Jianchu, there is no need to worry too much, and there are legitimate reasons.

Song Jianchu looked away calmly, buried his chin in the neckline: "Thank you."

There was a little smile in Mu Ye's eyes.

【Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah】

【Teacher Mu warms your hands, son, you are so happy】

[Troublesome program team plays the wedding march, thank you]

[See you next time, family members! ! 】

【Scattering flowers! ! 】

"Then I'll be leaving first." An Ran got into the car, rolled down the window and waved to everyone: "Everyone, keep going! Brother Chu, come to me anytime you need someone to work!"

Sending off the temporary employees who left first, I don't know who started first, and everyone had a snowball fight.

Bai Xingyu smashed Lu Shen with a snowball, venting his anger these days because of this jealousy.

Pei Shinian resolutely joined Bai Xingyu's camp.

Song Jianchu didn't like this kind of activities that easily made him feel embarrassed, so he stood far away with Mu Ye.

"Aren't you going to play together?" Mu Ye asked.

Song Jianchu had no interest: "Too childish."

Mu Ye smiled and suggested: "Then let's build a snowman?"

Building a snowman is more childish.

Song Jianchu put on his gloves: "Come on."

Song Jianchu was rolling snowballs with Mu Ye when a small snowball hit Mu Ye straight and shattered on his coat.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you accidentally." Pei Shinian clasped his fists not far away.

Mu Ye bent down to pick up a handful of snow, made a snowball and hit back.

Pei Shinian didn't look this way, and took a hard hit, wiped the snow off his face, and fought decisively.

Mu Ye played with a lot of fighting power. Pei Shinian was covered in snow, panting and waved his hands in embarrassment: "No more fights, no more fights, I admit defeat."

Mu Ye didn't stop.

Pei Shinian covered his head and hid, wondering: "Brother, why are you only targeting me? Did I offend you?"

Mu Ye hit Pei Shinian again with a snowball, and said coolly, "Who told you to meddle in other people's business, you need to talk too much."

Pei Shinian: "?"

Song Jianchu was stunned by the side, and looked at Mu Ye blankly.

Realizing the reason why he was being targeted, Pei Shinian had nothing to say, and ran away with his head in his arms: "Okay, okay, I'm nosy, can I be wrong?"

Mu Ye didn't intend to let him go so easily, he chased after him and said indifferently: "No."

Pei Shinian called for help: "Brother Xing, help me!"

Seeing his younger brother being beaten all the time, Bai Xingyu paused his attack on Lu Shen, and turned around to avenge his younger brother: "They won't fight back, so you have the guts to bully him."

Lu Shen also changed his attack target and opened fire on Mu Ye.

Mu Ye was attacked by the three together, and was soon covered in snow.

Song Jianchu frowned and clicked his tongue, picked up a snowball and threw it at Bai Xingyu, joining the battle.

After this chaotic snowball fight, everyone went back to the hotel in embarrassment to change clothes.

Song Jianchu first washed and changed his clothes, sat on the suitcase on the first floor and played with his mobile phone, waiting for Mu Ye to go downstairs.

Pei Shinian came over dragging his suitcase, put his arm on his shoulder and said, "Ji Chu, I just woke up in the morning and didn't think about talking, I was just joking, don't take it to heart."

Song Jianchu put away his phone: "It's nothing."

It's all true, they did affect Pei Shinian last night, Song Jianchu didn't feel anything.

Pei Shinian sighed: "It's been a long time since I saw my brother get angry. I went to say hello to him just now and he didn't talk to me. I don't know when he can talk to me."

Song Jianchu was stunned.

Mu Ye is angry?

Just because of that sentence?

Song Jianchu lowered his eyes and recalled carefully.

Ever since they went out for a walk with the dog in the morning, Mu Ye has always been normal in front of him, showing no emotion at all.

Pei Shinian stared at his face for two seconds, and frowned: "Did you catch a cold again? You don't look good."

Song Jianchu came back to his senses: "No."

Pei Shinian patted him on the shoulder: "Your physique is too poor, I have to take you to the gym to exercise when I find time."

Officially off work.

The members were all taken away by their managers to their next workplace, and Song Jianchu and Mu Ye boarded the return flight.

As the plane took off, Mu Ye touched his forehead and frowned: "Did you have a fever again?"

Unable to hide the body temperature, Song Jianchu said calmly, "I've taken the medicine."

Mu Ye blamed himself and said, "Your body is not yet fully recovered, so I shouldn't take you to play in the snow."

Song Jianchu turned his head to observe Mu Ye's face, but he still couldn't see any negative emotions.

He couldn't help asking curiously: "Mr. Mu, are you angry?"

Mu Ye was stunned for a moment: "Why am I angry with you? It's not that you want to get sick yourself."

Song Jianchu: "Morning."

Mu Ye frowned lightly, and said softly, "Don't be influenced by other people's words."

Song Jianchu looked away and looked at his fingers: "No."

Mu Ye's tone was calm and gentle, and he said slowly: "The others I'm talking about include me, so don't be influenced by me. Since you have to think about it, think it over carefully."

After a pause for a second, Mu Ye smiled and said, "After all, once we are together, I'm not that easy to get rid of."

Song Jianchu chuckled lightly.

After two seconds of silence, Song Jianchu blinked slowly: "Teacher Mu."

Song Jianchu said seriously: "I will try my best to give you the answer as soon as possible, I promise."

After the recording of the show, the two went back to rest for a few days.

As New Year's Eve approaches, Muye's work is getting busy. The preparations for the first world tour concert in March next year will start, and the production of the new album will also be put into production. He is busy in the studio until late every day.

Song Jianchu had nothing to do this night, and planned to drive to the studio to pick up Mu Ye from get off work, so he sent him a message in advance.

Mu Ye replied quickly.

【MY: Come and go upstairs, waiting for you [hug]】

Passing by the dessert shop, Song Jianchu bought several large bags of small cakes and coffee and put them in the trunk, ready to take them to the overtime employees in the studio.

After driving the car into the parking lot of the studio, Song Jianchu took out his mobile phone, and was sending a message to Mu Ye with his head down. His nasal cavity suddenly became moist, and there was a feeling of uncontrollable warmth flowing out quickly, and a few drops of red liquid fell on the chat box.

Song Jianchu pulled a few pieces of paper to cover his nose.

It took a long time for the bleeding to stop. He hid the red paper and took out paper to wipe the phone clean.

Recently, his bleeding symptoms have become more and more frequent, and the drug control effect is not so good.

Taking advantage of Mu Ye's absence, he went to the hospital for an examination.Dr. Zhao judged that he had the worst drug resistance and had entered the transformation period before the acute phase.

The time of the official transformation cannot be determined, and there has been no news about the matching results of the bone marrow bank.Matching at the bone marrow bank is a matter of luck. Patients who get matching results within a month or two are unlucky, and there are patients who have waited for several years without matching results.

A new message pops up on the phone.

[MY: Are you here yet?I can leave early immediately. 】

Song Jianchu hurriedly got out of the car with desserts and coffee, planning to deliver the things up.

He took the elevator upstairs and passed the rest terrace in the corridor of the studio. He saw Mu Ye leaning on the railing and looking at his phone, as if he was waiting for him to reply to the message, with a cigarette in his hand.

Before he could call someone, a female employee approached with a cup of coffee, "Teacher Mu, drink coffee."

Song Jianchu subconsciously hid behind the corner wall.

Mu Ye put out the cigarette, took the coffee, and smiled gently: "Thank you."

The female employee stood by the side and didn't leave. She didn't dare to look up. She tangles her fingers nervously and said hesitantly, "Mr. Mu, I'm leaving tomorrow. My mother asked me to go back to my hometown for a blind date and get married."

"I know, Jia Ming told me." Mu Ye said, "You have worked hard these past few years, and you are a very good assistant."

The female employee took a deep breath, summoned up the courage to raise her head, her cheeks were flushed, "Mr. Mu, thank you for your care and tolerance these years. You are the best boss and... the best person I have ever met."

"If I hadn't been lucky enough to come here to work, I would never have dreamed that one day I would stand by your side and talk to you like this."

Song Jianchu's expression was slightly startled, and he heard something was wrong.

"After I leave, I won't have the chance to talk to you like this again." The voice of the female employee began to tremble, "I'm afraid that if I don't speak out today, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

Mu Ye frowned slightly, leaning against the railing quietly without interruption.

"I like you."

"You can think of it as liking for your brother, liking for your idol, or...you can think of it as something else."

"I just want to be brave once, nothing else, I'm really sorry."

Song Jianchu leaned his back against the wall, slowly lowered his eyelashes under the brim of his hat, and pursed his lower lip lightly.

After patiently waiting for the female employee to finish speaking, Mu Ye said softly, "There is nothing to be sorry for, thank you. You will definitely meet better people."

The voice of the female employee choked up, and she spoke with tears: "No, I will never meet someone better than you."

"Yes, this world is bigger than you imagined." Mu Ye gently persuaded: "When you meet that person, you will understand that I am just a passer-by in your life."

"I worked hard on the last day." Mu Ye handed over the tissue and said, "Let's get off work early, I wish you all the best in the future."

"Thank you, Teacher Mu, and I wish you all the best." The female employee bowed deeply and ran away with red eyes.

Song Jianchu let out a soft breath, put his things on the coffee table in the rest area before being noticed, and left quietly.

After driving away from the studio, Song Jianchu parked the car on the side of the road.

Mu Ye sent him a few more messages.

[MY: Not here yet?Traffic jam? 】

[MY: When it's time to call, I'll go down and pick you up. 】

Song Jianchu leaned on the driver's seat and looked at the messages on the phone, but there was no reply.

He called Yin Chi: "Are you free? Come out and chat."

He and Yin Chi made an appointment at the bar where they met Mu Ye before, sat down at the same position by the bar counter, and ordered a non-alcoholic drink.

Yin Chi arrived quickly and put his arms around his shoulders: "I thought you forgot your brother when you had a lover. Why do you remember that you favored me? Teacher Mu is not here tonight?"

Yin Chi asked for a glass of wine, propped his elbow on the bar and looked at him: "What's the matter, is this, in a bad mood?"

Song Jianchu propped his face and stirred the straw, but didn't speak.

Yin Chi took a sip of his wine, turned his head and said, "Tell me, brother, what's bothering you, that idiot Song Yan is looking for you again?"

"Brother." Song Jianchu looked at the juice in the glass and whispered, "I want to drink."

"Then drink, I'm here to accompany you." Yin Chi said with a smile: "But you can drink more slowly, don't drink too much and wander around on the rooftop, and then blindfolded to take a little lover back. Mr. Mu I'm still waiting for your reply, you can't be a scumbag."

Song Jianchu didn't smile.

Realizing that brother was really in a bad mood, Yin Chi frowned: "Don't hold back if you have something to do, talk to brother."

Song Jianchu pushed away the juice in front of him, raised his head calmly, and said to the bartender, "Have a glass of wine."

Yin Chi raised his eyebrows.

Yin Chi drank with Song Jianchu for two hours.

Song Jianchu's cell phone kept vibrating, and Mu Ye made several calls.Yin Chi picked up the phone: "Let me pick it up for you, don't make Teacher Mu wait in a hurry."

Song Jianchu's eyes straightened, he pressed the phone, and shook his head.

Yin Chi stared at him for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly: "If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask you. But this is your last drink tonight."

Song Jianchu let out a long breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother."

Yin Chi: "Here."

Song Jianchu closed his eyes: "There is a question, I don't know how to answer it."

Yin Chi smiled: "Stop making trouble, there are still questions you can't answer? You are a top student."

"But I, a scumbag like me, am really qualified to answer this question for you." Yin Chi took out a coin, spun it on the bar counter, and clasped it with his hand: "If you really can't answer it, then you are fooled. Either you are right or you are fooled." Wrong, a 50.00% correct rate is better than holding back and being unable to answer."

Song Jianchu picked up the coin, flicked it with his fingers, and made the coin spin again.

Mu Ye waited for a long time in the studio.The person who promised to come did not come, the message was not returned, and the phone call was not answered.

It was rare for Mu Ye to get a little angry, so he finished work early and went home.

Passing by the rest area, Gu Jiaming flipped through the paper bags on the coffee table and asked the staff, "Who sent these?"

The employee shook his head: "I don't know, it's been placed here just now, I thought you ordered it."

Mu Ye paused, walked over to take a look, and asked, "When was it placed here?"

The employee thought for a while: "I didn't see it an hour ago."

Mu Ye stared at the cake and coffee in the paper bag, and frowned.

He got in the car and called the little fanboy, but he still didn't get through, so he sent another WeChat message: [Have you been here? 】

Sitting in the car and waiting for a few minutes, Mu Ye frowned and drove home.

Mu Ye hurriedly pushed open the door of the house, only Mint came to greet him, the house was very quiet, and the little fan was not there.Mu Ye took a breath, his eyes became a little anxious, and he stood in the entrance and called Song Jianchu a few more times.

I don't know how many times I dialed, the phone finally connected.

Mu Ye breathed a sigh of relief, pressed the center of his eyebrows, tried his best to restrain his emotions, and asked calmly, "Where are you? Why didn't you answer the phone?"

It was Yin Chi's voice: "Teacher Mu, come and pick me up."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Ye quickly drove to the bar and met Yin Chi.

Yin Chi put one hand in his pocket, pointed to it, and said, "He's blowing some air on the rooftop and has had some wine."

Mu Ye raised his eyebrows: "Drink?"

"I didn't drink much." Yin Chi didn't say much, "Take him back, and call me if you need anything."

"Thank you." Mu Ye hurried up the stairs.

Mu Ye went up to the rooftop, panting slightly and stopped at the stairs, his shoulders relaxed slightly.

The empty and open rooftop has an excellent view, overlooking most of the city.

Snowflakes fell from the night sky covered with thin clouds, and a thin layer had already formed on the ground.The boy was wearing a black peaked cap. He was sitting on a bench looking at the night view of the city. He was tossing a coin. The cool and shimmering light illuminated the boy's white and clean side face.

Hearing footsteps, Song Jianchu slowly turned his head.

Mu Ye was wearing a black cashmere coat with a white shirt with a slightly open neckline, standing in the falling fine snowflakes and looking at him.

The man's gray eyes stared at him quietly, with no emotion on his face.

For a moment of ecstasy, the coin in Song Jianchu's hand fell and rolled to Mu Ye's feet.

Mu Ye picked up the coin and walked towards him.

Mu Ye stopped in front of him, put the coin back into his palm, and touched his palm with warm fingertips.

Song Jianchu looked at the coin in his hand.

is a number.

He looked up in a daze.

Mu Ye looked down at him, scraped his face with the back of his finger, said softly without asking anything, "Let's go, go home."

"Teacher Mu." Song Jianchu put the coins in his pocket, lowered his eyelashes, and said, "Sit with me for a while."

Mu Ye sat down beside him.

"Didn't you agree not to drink in the future?" Mu Ye asked in a low voice.

Song Jianchu: "I'm sorry."

"Why did you come and leave again?" Mu Ye smiled: "I didn't reply to the message, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Song Jianchu looked down at the snow on the ground: "I'm sorry."

"Yeah." Mu Ye leaned against his arm, lowered his head and rubbed his forehead hair on his shoulder, "Forgive you."

Song Jianchu scratched the coin in his pocket with his fingernails, felt the outline of the number on the front of the coin, and said, "Don't forgive me."

Mu Ye raised his head and looked at Song Jianchu's frozen red nose.

Song Jianchu said, "Teacher Mu, I can answer you now."

Mu Ye stopped breathing for a few seconds, pretended to smile calmly and said, "Well, let's talk, I'm ready."

Song Jianchu looked calm: "There are a few things that I must tell you in advance."

Mu Ye smiled and asked, "What?"

Song Jianchu said: "Being with me may not be a good thing."

Mu Ye's tone was indifferent: "It's okay."

"I cannot promise to be completely honest with you."

Mu Ye laughed: "Well, it's okay."

Song Jianchu paused for two seconds and said, "This relationship may not last long."

The smile on Mu Ye's face faded a bit, and soon returned to normal, asking softly, "Why? Don't you believe me?"

"Listen to me."

Mu Ye obediently kept quiet.

Song Jianchu pursed his lower lip lightly, and said, "If you can accept the above, I will say the last thing."

Mu Ye looked at the serious expression of the little fan, his eyes swept from his eyelashes to his lips, and smiled: "Let's talk."

Song Jianchu took a deep breath, his Adam's apple slipped gently, and finally dared to turn his head to face him.

The boy's face was flushed, and the expression on his face was pretending to be calm, which was somewhat similar to the first time he saw him here.

"Teacher Mu." Song Jianchu said in a very calm tone, "I like you very much."

Mu Ye stared blankly at the person in front of him, and swallowed the heartbeat that was rushing up to his throat.

After a pause, the boy's clear eyes flickered, and he added rigorously: "I like it more than anyone else."