First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

Song Jianchu lowered his eyes and suppressed a smile, echoing his boyfriend's sometimes childishness: "Indeed."

Mu Ye seemed to be in a good mood, touched his forehead, and asked softly, "Are you hungry? Have something to eat before continuing to play?"

Song Jianchu: "Yes."

If you don’t make an appointment in advance on this day, you have to wait for a table wherever you go. Song Jianchu found a Malaysian restaurant with a relatively short waiting time on his mobile phone.

The two sat down in the waiting area, Mu Ye pressed his arm to play match [-] games, Song Jianchu casually raised his eyes, and his gaze met the girl next to them who had been staring at them.

It was the couple just now who met again.

Song Jianchu naturally looked away and looked down at Mu Ye's phone screen.

The girl leaned into her boyfriend's ear: "Husband, look at the side, it seems to be the pair of little brothers who just kissed at the end of the show."

The boyfriend was playing a mobile game, he didn't care at all, and gave a perfunctory "hmm".

The girl sneaked another glance, and said tangledly, "Why do I always feel that they look so familiar?"

The boy concentrates on operating the game: "Yes."

The girl was angry: "You are so annoying, you know how to play games when you come out to play, and you don't accompany me."

"Well, finish this one."

"..."

The girl was sulking and stopped looking at this side.

Song Jianchu breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Ye clicked his tongue, frowned and handed him the phone: "I can't pass this level, help me play."

Song Jianchu took the phone, slid his finger on the screen a few times, and returned it after clearing the level.

Mu Ye happily leaned against him to continue to the next level: "It's amazing."

Song Jianchu also took out his mobile phone to browse Weibo, Mu Ye turned his head and said softly, "Play with me."

Song Jianchu put the phone back in his pocket and continued to watch Mu Ye play games.

The girl looked here thoughtfully, then turned her head to lean on her boyfriend and act like a baby: "Husband, take me one, I want to play with you too."

Boy: "Hey, don't make trouble."

The girl's face was livid: "."

The clerk came over with a small basket to distribute snacks, and walked up to the young couple: "Hi, there is a waiting table for snacks."

The girl picked up the last pack of popping candy in the basket: "I want this popping candy, husband, what do you want?"

The boy is still addicted to the game: "Whatever."

The girl randomly picked a bag for him.

The clerk walked up to Song Jianchu: "Hello, do you need some snacks?"

Song Jianchu looked to his side: "Do you want it?"

Mu Ye looked into the basket, then looked at the snacks in the girl's hand, and said softly with regret, "I want that kind of candy too."

this sound?

The clerk's heart beat inexplicably: "I'm sorry, there is only the last pack of Popping Candy left."

Song Jianchu saw a candy store just opposite, and said, "That's unnecessary, thank you."

The clerk looked at the two of them a few more times before walking to the next table to distribute snacks.

Song Jianchu got up and said, "Wait here for a while."

"Where are you going?" Mu Ye put away his phone and got up.

"Candy shop."

Mu Ye held his hand: "I want to choose by myself."

Song Jianchu led Mu Ye to a candy shop to buy candy. Mu Ye rarely had the opportunity to buy snacks in this kind of place. He felt very fresh and happily picked out several kinds: "I still want to eat prunes."

Song Jianchu: "I want another prunes."

The clerk in the candy store smiled like an aunt, and screamed inwardly.

Ahhh, this is too good to knock!

The girl swiped her phone while eating the popping candy. She was bored and couldn't help but glance to the side. She saw that there were all kinds of snacks and a dozen packs of popping candy on the table of the little brothers.

The taller one covered his eyes with the brim of his hat, leaned on the boy in the white coat, ate prunes and watched the boy play with his mobile phone, praised him from time to time, and even fed him.

The girl turned her head silently, looking at her boyfriend who was playing games far away from her for fear of being disturbed by her, her heart was like water, and she said that it would be sweeter to watch other people talk if she really fell in love.

This restaurant tastes very good. Song Jianchu's appetite has been poor since he was hospitalized. It is rare to eat a little more today.

During the meal, Mu Ye kept feeding him. Seeing him regain his appetite was more satisfying than eating by himself, so he looked at him lazily and said with a smile: "Chuchu, it's so fun to date you."

Song Jianchu was also very happy and said, "You can play for a while before going back."

"Can you still walk?" Mu Ye held his hand: "Are you tired?"

Song Jianchu smiled: "It's okay."

Mu Ye observed Song Jianchu's face, except for his pale face, there was no sign of distress.

Mu Ye knew that he was holding on.

The boy's personality is too strong, and he never admits defeat when fighting against his own body, and he is even more reluctant to show his vulnerable side in front of him.

"Go back." Mu Ye squeezed his palm, smiled contentedly and said, "Today's date is halfway, and I'll come out to continue another day."

Song Jianchu and Mu Ye looked at each other for a few seconds, and said "Mmm" obediently.

When he returned, Song Jianchu's condition was obviously much worse. When he walked through the shopping mall to the elevator in the parking lot, he walked very slowly, and stopped three times to rest on the way in less than 10 minutes.

Mu Ye let go of his hand, knelt down on one knee in front of him, turned his head and smiled softly, and said, "Come up."

Passers-by walking around the mall all looked this way.

Song Jianchu was too tired to open his eyes, hesitated for a few seconds, closed his eyes in shame, and lay down on Mu Ye's back.

Mu Ye easily carried him on his back, and walked through the shopping mall regardless of other people's eyes.

High return rate all the way.

Song Jianchu leaned on Mu Ye's shoulder, smelling the familiar fragrance on his coat and falling asleep, his blurred vision saw Mu Ye's scarf falling down.

He didn't have the strength to help, so he reminded him in a low voice, "Teacher Mu, cover your face."

Mu Ye said, "Don't be afraid, I'll run away if I'm recognized."

Song Jianchu couldn't help but slowly closed his eyes: "Then run faster."

Mu Ye chuckled softly: "Okay."

Listening to the gradual and gentle breathing in his ear, Mu Ye's pace slowed down again.

Back in the parking lot, Mu Ye carefully carried Song Jianchu into the car. Song Jianchu was not woken up, and slept soundly all morning.

Mu Ye drove back to the hospital.

Yin Chi just came to the hospital to visit, and found that there was no one on the bed, his heart sank suddenly, and the door behind him opened.

He turned around and saw Mu Ye walking in with Song Jianchu on his back.

Yin Chi helped put Song Jianchu on the hospital bed, and asked in surprise, "Did you take him out?"

How dare you take someone out of the hospital in this situation?Are you not afraid of getting worse?

Mu Ye carefully untied Song Jianchu's scarf, said "um" calmly, and said in a low voice, "Can you go out and wait a while, I want to change his clothes."

Yin Chi glanced at the weak and sleeping person on the hospital bed, and frowned.

Mu Ye changed Song Jianchu's hospital clothes, wiped his hands and face, pushed back the boy's slightly long forehead hair that blocked his eyes, kissed him on the forehead, and gently covered him with the quilt.

After tidying up, Mu Ye left the ward.

"Teacher Mu, I know you're afraid of seeing Chu..." Yin Chi still couldn't hold back, and said, "But in this case, it's too risky to take him out."

Mu Ye lowered his eyes: "I know."

Yin Chi sighed lightly, knowing it in his heart, and didn't say anything more.

After a moment of silence, Yin Chi asked, "Song Yan's matching result hasn't come out yet?"

"No."

Yin Chi clicked his tongue irritably.

"Teacher Mu." Yin Chi said: "You have worked hard during this time, without you, I really don't know how to encourage Jianchu to persevere."

Mu Ye seemed absent-minded, and said, "I'm going home, can you look after me for a few hours?"

"Okay." Yin Chi said: "You can go to work at ease, I will watch, don't worry."

Mu Ye nodded: "Thank you."

Yin Chi entered the ward and sat beside the bed.Mu Ye looked back at the door, and left quietly with his coat and scarf.

Not long after Mu Ye left, Song Jianchu woke up.

Finding that the people around him had changed, he was taken aback for a moment: "Where's Teacher Mu?"

"Your partner goes out for a while." Yin Chi said with a smile: "Now is brotherhood time."

Song Jianchu chuckled lightly.

"Brother." Yin Chi said: "When the disease is cured, let's disclose it to Teacher Mu. Such a good partner, you have to catch him."

Song Jianchu leaned back to sit up, and Yin Chi gave him a hand.

Yin Chi sighed and said: "It's not easy for a lover who can accompany you through difficulties."

Song Jianchu was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "Yin Chi, do me a favor."

Yin Chi smiled: "You said, there is nothing your brother can't do."

Song Jianchu said calmly, "I want to arrange the funeral myself."

Yin Chi's eyes turned red instantly, and he quickly turned his face away: "Fuck..."

Song Jianchu comforted calmly: "Don't be sad. Death is something that everyone will experience sooner or later. It's just a natural process, and it's actually not terrible."

Yin Chi's throat choked up, and he closed his eyes and listened quietly.

"I know that Song Yan is here for a match, but the probability of success is not too high." Song Jianchu said indifferently: "If there is only one result left in the end, I want to choose the way to end."

"Brother, I can only rely on you." Song Jianchu smiled lightly, looked at Yin Chi and said, "I'll trouble you one last time, and play a big game with me."

Yin Chi and Song Jianchu looked at each other for a few seconds, then sneered: "Song Jianchu, it's really you."

"Damn it, do it!" Yin Chi swears, and smiles with red eyes: "Since we want to do it, let's hold the most luxurious funeral in history, firmly hold your character design, and open their eyes!"

"The newcomers in our company are all popular now, and you are all the top-notch financial backers now. The funeral of the new generation godfather in the entertainment industry must be super-first-class." Yin Chi pretended to be relaxed and said: "All the first-line big names You must all be present, and let the entire entertainment industry close for you for one day!"

Song Jianchu felt much more relaxed, and said, "Don't let Teacher Mu know about this beforehand."

"Don't worry." Yin Chi raised his eyebrows: "This is our brother's big plan."

Mu Ye went back to the studio, and worked with Gu Jiaming to prepare for the upcoming concert, personally confirming some matters that had been put on hold for a long time.

After confirming soon, Gu Jiaming sighed and said: "If Song Jianchu has not been discharged from the hospital in March, I may not be able to see your first show. It is indeed a pity."

"What's wrong with him?" Gu Jiaming never dared to ask, and finally couldn't bear it.

"You can handle the rest." Without saying anything, Mu Ye put on his coat, picked up the car keys, and patted Gu Jiaming on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work this time."

"Still telling me that." Gu Jiaming smiled and said, "Say hello to your partner for me, and I'll go see him when he gets better."

Mu Ye smiled: "Let's go."

Mu Ye drove home and picked up a few sets of clothes for a change of clothes, and went to the mall to buy a set of hairdressing props. After shopping, he quickly returned to the hospital without wasting too much time.

Seeing Mu Ye coming back, Yin Chi stood up and said, "Teacher Mu is back, so I'll leave."

Mu Ye put down the luggage bag: "It's hard work."

"Brother." Yin Chi gave Song Jianchu a look: "If you miss me, send WeChat anytime."

Mu Ye was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows.

Song Jianchu laughed in disgust: "Enough is enough, let's go."

Yin Chi left.

Mu Ye took off his coat and hung it in the closet, seemingly unintentionally, asked sourly: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Song Jianchu saw the luggage bag and asked, "Going home? What about waiting?"

Wearing a black sweater, Mu Ye sat by the bed, kissed his face longingly, and said with a smile, "Missing my son? Let Xiao Pei post the video later."

Song Jianchu really thought a little: "Yes."

Mu Ye flicked Song Jianchu's bangs that blocked his eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "Your hair is a bit long. I'll give you a haircut tonight?"

Song Jianchu looked hesitant, and asked uncomfortably, "Will you do it?"

"Just shorten it." Mu Ye said: "Search for the tutorial, it shouldn't be difficult, you can challenge it."

Song Jianchu's expression was uncommonly a little disturbed.

No matter how mature he is at ordinary times, Song Jianchu is still a boy after all, and he is somewhat burdened by his image in front of his lover.

Mu Ye looked at the boy's vigilant expression full of "Don't come here", his heart softened, and he said with a smile: "It won't make us ugly, I'll be more careful. Or find a barber?"

After thinking about it for two seconds, Song Jianchu said calmly, "You should do it."

Before going to bed, Mu Ye found the teaching video and watched it several times, set up chairs in the bathroom of the ward, and wrapped Song Jianchu with a cloth.

Picking up the scissors, Mu Ye felt a little nervous, looked at the mirror and smiled soothingly: "I cut it?"

Song Jianchu lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment: "There is no need to cut it."

Mu Ye put down the scissors and patted the boy's soft pink hair: "It's okay not to cut it, it's also handsome if it grows."

Song Jianchu said: "Push it."

Mu Ye's eyes froze for a moment, and then he quickly recovered his smile: "The doctor said it's okay if you don't push it."

Song Jianchu looked at him in the mirror, and said in a relaxed tone: "Push it, it's very troublesome to keep retouching."

Looking at the mirror, Mu Ye frowned slightly: "..."

After chemotherapy, although Song Jianchu didn't lose a lot of hair like other patients, his hair volume was also less. Mu Ye also found it very troublesome to wash his hair in the hospital.

Mu Ye rolled his Adam's apple slowly, and forced a smile: "Then there's no need to test your skills."

Mu Ye changed to an electric hair clipper, picked up a strand of hair and kissed it tenderly, and said with a comforting smile, "We are so handsome in Chuchu, we look good no matter what."

After the haircut, Mu Ye helped Song Jianchu put on a warm knitted hat.

After all, the superior facial features are there, and the boy in the mirror is still very handsome, even more handsome.

Mu Ye raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "It's so cool."

Song Jianchu hooked his lower lip, and was quite satisfied: "It's okay."

Mu Ye clicked his tongue, and was already worried: "It seems that girls like it more, so don't talk to girls casually in the future."

After a pause, Mu Ye Youyou added: "Nurses can't chat with you either."

Song Jianchu was a little funny, and ignored this man's inexplicable jealousy in advance.

In the evening, Dr. Zhao brought the nurses to check, and they were all stunned.

It was the first time they saw such a good-looking patient with shaved hair.

In the past, they used to comfort and praise the beauty, but this time the nurses praised it sincerely, and they were a little excited.

"It's so cool." The young nurse blushed and said, "I feel more handsome than before."

Another nurse nodded vigorously: "It looks good! Super handsome!"

Dr. Zhao couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and said with a friendly smile, "It's much more refreshing this way."

Mu Ye took a deep breath, and said with a faint smile, "It's all because of my skill."

Everyone was busy looking at the handsome guy, but no one paid any attention to him.

After the doctor left, Mu Ye wiped Song Jianchu's face, took his pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Song Jianchu took out his mobile phone and leaned on the hospital bed to read the message Yin Chi sent him.

Yin Chi's work efficiency is extremely high, and he has already pushed the official WeChat accounts of several top-notch funeral companies in the industry to him.

Times are developing, society is progressing, and the funeral industry is also seriously involved. As long as you have money, all kinds of funerals and memorial services can be customized, and the most professional funeral planners in the industry provide one-stop follow-up customization services, and you can even arrange them in advance. Customized by appointment, the planning plan can be kept for decades at most.

Many optimistic young people do not want their future funeral to be too heavy, so they will find a company that provides this service and make personalized funeral customization in advance.

From cemetery site selection to personalized coffin styles, to Chinese and Western funeral styles, there is no plan that they cannot realize, only for clients with insufficient imagination and financial budget constraints.

Song Jianchu has always been interested in this matter.

The last wish on his bucket list was to design his own funeral.

Song Jianchu added a WeChat account of Kevin, a top funeral planner in the industry. It is said that this teacher planned the funerals of many super big people, and of course the cost was very high.

Yin Chi has notified in advance that the planner will keep personal information strictly confidential.

[Kevin: Hello, Brother Demon King, I am Kevin, your exclusive funeral planner, and I will serve you wholeheartedly! 】

[See Chu Song: Hello. 】

[Kevin: Brother Chi has already told me, may I ask you to make an appointment to customize my funeral, right? 】

[See Chu Song: Yes. 】

Kevin has been in this business for a long time, and many wealthy second generations with personalities are very curious about this business. They asked him to customize their funerals in the next few decades, so they didn't think this time when they heard that the client was the richest man on Weibo. Odd, even thought it made sense.

[Kevin: Okay, this is a very meaningful event and a frank communication.First of all, I hope you get rid of stereotypes and don't have any heavy burdens and emotions about designing your own funeral.If you are ready, please describe roughly how you imagine this wonderful journey of life to end perfectly. 】

……

Mu Ye walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower, saw Song Jianchu was sending someone on WeChat, and asked with a smile, "Who are you chatting with?"

Song Jianchu put away his phone: "Yin Chi."

Mu Ye turned off the light, slept next to Song Jianchu, and hugged him into his arms.

Mu Ye adjusted his hug posture not too overwhelming, and habitually rubbed against Song Jianchu's ear.Without touching the soft hair, the touch of knitting is a bit strange.

Mu Ye paused, still a little uncomfortable.

With the light of the humidifier, Mu Ye observed the boy's profile more clearly.Because there is no cover from the forehead hair, the boy's face looks younger than before, closer to his age, and reveals a firm temperament that his peers do not have.

It seems that because of subtle changes, it has become a little strange.

Mu Ye's gaze slowly swept over the boy's eyebrows, the line of the bridge of the nose, and stayed on the delicate lips that had regained their familiarity.

His heart seemed to be pierced with a thin thread, and when it was pulled out, it was itchy and burning.

Song Jianchu was about to fall asleep, and his earlobe was pressed against his soft lips.

"Baby." Mu Ye whispered in his ear, "Talk to me."

Mu Ye usually wouldn't disturb his rest, Song Jianchu reluctantly opened his sleepy eyes.

Song Jianchu tilted his head and took a look: "What are you talking about?"

Mu Ye stared at him for a few seconds and said, "Anything is fine, I want to hear your voice."

Song Jianchu blinked, but didn't know what to say.

Mu Ye leaned his face forward, with the tip of his nose against his cheek, closed his eyes and sniffed his scent, and said in a low voice, "Tell me a story."

"The appearance has changed." Mu Ye hugged him slightly, and said softly, "I'm not used to it."