First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

When Song Jianchu woke up, it was already dark, and he was a little dazed, not knowing how long he had slept.The familiar faint fragrance permeated the unfamiliar room, which made him feel at ease.

Has Mu Ye already been here?

Song Jianchu was a little regretful that he couldn't see anyone, but he was also relieved.

It's better to wait until the limelight passes before meeting Mu Ye.

Ignoring the desire to see that person in his heart, Song Jianchu exhaled lightly, tore off the fever-reducing patch on his forehead, coughed twice, and sat up to look for his phone.

There was no mobile phone next to the bed, he got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom slowly, calling hoarsely: "Yin Chi, where is my mobile phone."

Pushing open the door, his eyes flickered blankly, and his footsteps stopped at the door.

The person he wanted to see appeared in front of him, in that warm light.

Mu Ye was cooking in the open kitchen, focusing on studying the recipes on his mobile phone, turned his head when he heard the sound, and smiled softly: "Are you awake?"

Mu Ye said: "Yin Chi is gone, the phone has been confiscated these days, and you are not allowed to look at it."

Song Jianchu was in a complicated mood, and asked in a low voice, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Mu Ye raised his eyebrows: "Chasing me?"

Song Jianchu lightly pursed his lower lip: "...No."

Mu Ye put down his phone and walked over, held the back of his neck and pressed his forehead to make sure that his fever was gone, and said with a smile: "Bai Xingyu sent me a recipe for nutritious porridge, it should taste good, and it will take about 10 minutes. Minutes, go back and lie down."

Song Jianchu looked into those gentle eyes, his willpower became weak, and he couldn't speak rationally.

He obediently responded: "Yes."

"Don't worry about the cubs, I've already asked Pei Shinian to take care of them." Mu Ye hugged him, stroked his back comfortingly, and then patted him lightly: "It's quieter here, rest here for a few days, and wait for your recovery OK, let's go back."

Song Jianchu's face was pressed against Mu Ye's shoulder, he looked a little uneasy, and said "OK" in a low voice.

When Mu Ye saw Yin Chi, he should already know that he lied.

Not angry?

Song Jianchu was mentally prepared to be questioned, and he squeezed his fingers and waited for a while.

Mu Ye didn't ask anything, just hugged him.

After a long time, Mu Ye finally let go of him, turned his shoulders, and pushed him into the bedroom: "Hey, sleep a little longer, I'll call you when the meal is ready."

Song Jianchu looked back, nodded in a daze, and obediently went back to lie down.

As if afraid that he would be lonely, Mu Ye didn't close the door for him.

The fragrance of rice porridge floated into the room, Song Jianchu lay on his side under the quilt, staring outside, because of the presence of another person, even the lights seemed much warmer.

Song Jianchu's eyes also softened.

Song Jianchu is a person who pays great attention to the efficiency of life, and rarely wastes time doing nothing like this. Even if he catches a cold when he is in school, he will not stop reading.

It seems that you are always chasing something, and you will feel uncomfortable when you stop.

But I don't know when he started, he didn't do anything, and he didn't feel bored.

Song Jianchu didn't have the habit of eating in bed, he still went to the dining table to drink porridge, and ate a lot silently.

Mu Ye ate with him, looking up from time to time to see if he had an appetite.

Seeing that his bowl was empty, Mu Ye happily pursed his lips: "Another bowl?"

Song Jianchu observed Mu Ye's expression, did not see any emotion, nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Mu Ye only ate a little and stopped. He looked at him with his face up, his eyes fell on the bruise at the corner of his mouth, and his brows frowned slightly.

Song Jianchu ate the last bite, put down the spoon, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Teacher Mu."

"En." Mu Ye smiled satisfied.

Uneasy about Mu Ye staying here, Song Jianchu still said rationally: "You go back, I can take care of myself."

The corners of Mu Ye's mouth dropped slowly, without speaking.

Song Jianchu calmly explained: "It's not to drive you away, it's just that if you stay here, it will be difficult to deal with if you are photographed. There is no need for you to get into this kind of trouble, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Is it related to you?" Mu Ye looked very indifferent, and finally asked: "Why did you go to that person? Why did you fight?"

Song Jianchu slowly looked away.

Mu Ye smiled, got up and took away the empty bowl, and did not continue to ask: "If you don't want to say it, you don't need to say it. Go and lie down, and I will give you the medicine later."

There were only two bowls, Mu Ye didn't use the dishwasher, rolled up his sleeves and washed them by hand, the smile was no longer on the corner of his mouth.

Song Jianchu didn't get up, he sat on the dining chair and watched Mu Ye wash the dishes, one dish was washed for a long time.

Having lived together for so long, Song Jianchu was never willing to let Mu Ye's hands do any housework, and he was not allowed to lift heavy objects, so he couldn't help saying: "Don't wash it, just put it away."

"Chu Chu." Mu Ye suddenly said in a low voice.

Song Jianchu became nervous leisurely: "Huh?"

Mu Ye was washing the dishes absently, and said in a normal tone, "When I was your age, I was not as sensible as you."

Song Jianchu was stunned for a while, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He laughed lowly, lazily propped his face on the dining table: "I can't imagine."

It's really hard to imagine.

Although Mu Ye sometimes behaves childishly, most of the time he is mature and stable, and in his eyes he has always been a strong and gentle person.

"I'm not as good as you think." Mu Ye's voice was mixed with the sound of running water, and he said with a smile: "I never let my family worry about it since I was a child. I loved playing, hated studying, and even quarreled with my parents. I didn't like to go home after my debut. It’s also because I don’t want to hear them nagging me.”

Song Jianchu smiled silently, and the image of Seventeen Mu Ye when he first debuted appeared in his mind.

Just thinking about it, Song Jianchu's heart began to throb, and his cheeks became faintly hot.

If he meets Mu Ye who is the same age as him, he doesn't know what stupid thing he will do...

"So I'm very lucky to meet you when you were here." Mu Ye slightly hooked his lips, and said softly: "In this way, I can grow up with you, and when you encounter growing pains, I will provide you with some people who have experienced it." My experience will tell you where is the detour that my brother took, and how to make a relatively correct choice.”

Song Jianchu's eyes were hazy and slightly stagnant, and his fingers curled up on his thighs.

"But it seems that there has never been a chance to do this." Mu Ye smiled helplessly: "We are too mature at Chuchu, and we are more thoughtful than me in many cases, and we are excellent everywhere."

"..."

Song Jianchu looked back without confidence.

Mu Ye would be very disappointed if he knew what he was hiding.

He was not as good as Mu Ye imagined.

"Of course the mature and sensible Chu Chu also likes it." Mu Ye washed off the foam on the bowl, paused, and said in a low voice: "But sometimes, my brother also hopes that you will not be so independent and rely on me occasionally."

Mu Ye turned off the water, supported the edge of the sink with both hands, and lowered his head slightly: "For example, now."

"..."

Song Jianchu was silent for a long time, rubbing the inconspicuous little blood spot on his wrist under the table.

"Teacher Mu." Song Jianchu bit his lower lip hesitantly: "I..."

Song Jianchu met Mu Ye's gaze, but didn't dare to raise his head, his throat was astringent.

Do you want to talk now?

If you say it now, Mu Ye will definitely be more worried.

It has been concealed for too long, and I originally wanted to find a solution, and find a time to speak out when Mu Ye would not be burdened too much.

Finally came to a dead end.

I don't know how to open my mouth to be forgiven.

Song Jianchu lowered his head, pinched his fingers, and moved his lips weakly.

Still no sound.

Just as he was about to speak with difficulty, his head was rubbed.Mu Ye smiled and said, "Just don't chase me away."

Mu Ye took the medicine box and sat down beside him, pinched his chin to check his wound, then looked into his eyes, and comforted him: "Don't worry too much about the topics on the Internet, since Chuchu is so popular now, it's normal for public opinion to pay attention .”

Song Jianchu stared at Mu Ye's face intently: "...um."

Mu Ye opened the medicine box, took out the medicine and a cotton swab, and gently applied the medicine to the corner of his mouth.

Wiping it with a cotton swab caused a tingling pain, and the corner of Song Jianchu's mouth twitched slightly.

Mu Ye frowned: "Does it hurt?"

Song Jianchu habitually denied being brave, and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Mu Ye looked up at him.

Song Jianchu remembered Mu Ye's words just now, and honestly changed his words: "...It hurts a bit."

Mu Ye smiled and lightened his strength a little, carefully dipped the wound with a cotton swab, and asked, "Did you fight back?"

Song Jianchu froze for a moment, then shook his head.

Mu Ye nodded, screwed on the bottle cap of the potion, and said softly, "It's not good to hit someone, it will affect our Chuchu image."

Song Jianchu blinked.

The corners of the boy's mouth were slightly swollen, and his expression was very obedient. He looked a little cute without his mature and calm temperament.

Mu Ye stared at him for two seconds, suppressed a smile and leaned closer, carefully blowing into the corner of his swollen mouth.After blowing twice, Mu Ye clicked his tongue angrily: "Can he still come out?"

Song Jianchu: "I don't know, but it should have nothing to do with him."

"Well, leave him alone." Mu Ye touched his face and kissed him on the nose: "Hey, go to bed. I have something to do, and I'll sleep with you after I finish."

Song Jianchu stood up obediently.

Supervising Song Jianchu lying down and closing his eyes at the door, Mu Ye closed the door.

After putting away the medicine box, Mu Ye picked up the phone and called Gu Jiaming.

Gu Jiaming quickly connected: "All the marketing accounts that spread rumors about Song Jianchu have been sued, and the trending searches have also been removed, but his comment area may still be noisy for a few days."

"What's the situation with that person now?" Mu Ye asked.

"It's mainly his father's business. It has nothing to do with him. I heard that he has been released temporarily." Gu Jiaming said, "However, this man himself has a dark history. I have found out a lot of things about him in the past two days. The time can also be checked, I think it will be cool in the morning and evening.”

"Don't report it yet." Mu Ye said.

Gu Jiaming said understandingly: "I know, no matter what, I'm also a relative of Song Jianchu, so I can't add insult to injury."

"Send me his current address."

Gu Jiaming sent the address and said: "It's okay to talk to him, give him some money, and let him stay away from your partner in the future, so don't make any fools in the future."

"Give me money?" Mu Ye laughed inexplicably: "Send him in and take care of him."

"What do you mean, what do you want to do?" Gu Jiaming was stunned, and immediately reminded him when he realized something was wrong: "Mu Ye, let me warn you, I just turned a blind eye to scaring him by asking someone to pretend to be a debt collector. , you can't get involved with this kind of person, if you want to get him, you have to go through regular channels!"

Mu Ye was perfunctory: "It's okay, I won't look for outsiders this time."

"What do you mean not looking for outsiders?" Gu Jiaming's eyelids twitched: "Your primary school student has a date? Are you planning to shake people??"

Mu Ye said perfunctorily, "I have something to do, hang up."

"What do you want to do? Muye, let me be more mature, our concert has to be held! Now you will honestly accompany your partner..."

Before Gu Jiaming finished speaking, Mu Ye hung up the call.

Mu Ye quietly entered the bedroom, making sure that Song Jianchu had fallen asleep.

Leaning over to kiss the boy's reddened mouth carefully, Mu Ye picked up his coat and went out quietly.

Song Yan was investigated for two days, his eyes were bloodshot, and he returned to the semi-basement temporarily rented to avoid debts in a daze.

He opened the small refrigerator and found that the wine was gone. Song Yan cursed and went out to buy wine. When he walked to a dark alley, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he smelled the smell of dog food.

"Who?!"

Song Yan thought it was a debt collector, and struggled to remove the bag of dog food on his head: "You have admitted the wrong person!"

One hand grabbed his collar and dragged him nearly off the ground.

"Shut up, idiot." A violent voice said, "Anyone who dares to touch my brother will die."

Song Yan was confused: "Ah?? Who are you?"

It is true that Song Yan has changed women a lot, but he has never touched the first sister-in-law.

The extremely powerful fists and feet came down, and Song Yan was hammered until his eyes were full of gold stars. He wailed and squatted down with his head in his arms, "Brother! You really recognized the wrong person!"

"I have never touched your brother's people! How can I have money to play with women!"

A voice with a pretentiously deep tone said, "Don't howl, we never bully innocent people, trash."

Young master Song Yan has never been physically beaten like this, and the punches of the leader are almost UFC level.

Song Yan was beaten so badly that he couldn't squat and fell to the ground. He shielded his face with the bag tightly: "Brother, spare me! I have never touched my sister-in-law. If you want money, I will give it to you. Stop beating..."

The irritable voice sneered: "How dare you lie? Where did you get the money once you went bankrupt?"

"I, I have no money!" Song Yan hurriedly said: "But I have a younger brother, and he is rich! He is the richest man on Weibo! His name is Song Jianchu, you go find him!"

The fists and kicks not only did not stop, but also became more intensive.

"You are really shameless, and your brother is cheating too." The young voice said: "Idiot, brother, get out of the way and replace me!"

Song Yan was severely kicked in the stomach, and retched in the dog food bag, wanting to cry without tears.

What are these people going to do!

Song Yan rolled on the ground, wailing in pain and kept begging for mercy, thinking that he was really possessed by a broom star during this period of time, and he was in bad luck for eighteen lifetimes!

"Don't get knocked out." An inexplicably familiar voice said in a low voice.

Song Yan heard it in a daze, and endured the severe pain all over his body, he knelt up and begged for mercy: "Thank you, brother! Thank you for your mercy! I will never dare again!"

The voice said lightly: "If you dare to open your eyes, come back once a day."

"I won't open my eyes, I will never open them!" Song Yan said with a strong desire to survive: "You go, I will definitely not call the police!"

The bag of dog food was torn off his face, and the cool night wind made Song Yan's remnant kneeling on the ground tremble for a while, fearing to annoy the underworld again, he tightly closed his eyes and did not dare to move.

The people around him didn't leave.

In the next second, he was punched hard on the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground dizzy.

Song Yan was lying on the ground in embarrassment, still not daring to open his eyes, begging for mercy vaguely with his loose molars in his mouth, admitting his mistake indiscriminately: "Brothers, I was wrong, I will never touch your brother's people again... Don't hit me, I'm going to kill you..."

The irritable voice finally cursed in disgust: "You idiot, dirty my fist."

Hearing this voice, Song Yan felt pain again, and flinched reflexively.

There was the sound of tearing the plastic wrap.

A cold voice said, "Wipe."

A gentle voice said, "It's hard work."

The excited voice said: "I haven't done this kind of thing after graduating from high school. Today is really young and exciting."

The grumpy voice said: "Go, someone will come in a while."

The used wipes were thrown on Song Yan's face.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and the dark alley returned to silence, only Song Yan's painful groans remained.

Song Yan finally dared to open his swollen eyelids, covered his cheeks with pain and aggrieved, and sobbed: "It's not a debt collector, who the hell..."