half blind

"I said, don't squat in my house? It will be cold if you don't eat dumplings!"

Mo Mao's shouts fell silent the moment he saw Zhang Qing coming out of the bathroom, and stared at him blankly.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Qing smiled, "I didn't squat in a tuba, I just answered a phone call. Come on, continue to eat."

Mo Mao and Cen Shang quickly exchanged glances, "Ah...Okay, come and eat, come and eat, you haven't tasted my stir-fried dishes just now, have you?"

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when they walked out of Momao's apartment.The severe winter wind was biting, Zhang Qing shivered, and wrapped the collar of his coat tightly.

"Xiao Qing?" Zhang Qing raised his head, and was surprised to find that Duanmu Rou was standing not far in front, and her car was parked behind her.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Qing was surprised, "Didn't you go back to your hometown?"

"This year's Spring Festival travel is too strong. I was stuck on the highway at five o'clock and I was stuck for two hours. I was also worried about you, so I just got off the highway and made a U-turn. Don't worry, I have explained the situation at home , They won't mind, I—" Duanmurou said as he walked towards Zhang Qing, and the following words stopped abruptly.She raised Zhang Qing's cheeks in surprise, "What's the matter? Who bullied you? Tell me I'll beat him up!"

Zhang Qing blinked.

He thought he was hiding well.

For the Chinese New Year, he doesn't want to affect other people's mood because of his own affairs.

Isn't it exposed?Didn't Gangmo Mao and Cen Shang not find out?

"I..." Zhang Qing wanted to explain to Duanmurou, but as soon as he uttered the first word, tears began to fall in big drops, and he couldn't stop it.

This frightened Duanmu Rou, she hugged Zhang Qing quickly, and patted him on the back, "Don't cry, don't cry, it's okay, your sister Rou is back."

Zhang Qing didn't want to stand on the side of the road crying on New Year's Eve, he really didn't want to.

But at the moment of being hugged, the backlog of emotions in his chest couldn't be restrained, like a flood that broke the embankment, as if to pour out all the grievances so far, Zhang Qing buried his face in Duanmurou's Weeping in my arms, crying like a child.

Duanmurou hugged him tightly and patted his back repeatedly in the cold wind.

"Bastard!" Zhang Qing choked up and cursed, "Zhou Nanchen is a shameless bastard!"

The crying became louder and louder, and Duanmurou could barely hear what Zhang Qing said later.

"Why should he just walk away! Why should he be good for me! What is the difference between what he did and what he did seven years ago!

"Why do you define my happiness and make decisions for me! Why!"

Duanmu Rou patted Zhang Qing's back, feeling that his whole body was trembling violently, and there was a soreness in his heart.

Cry, Xiao Qing, cry all of it.

You have pressed for too long.

"Fuck me, why, why! Ah—!" Zhang Qing yelled with all his strength, "I want to kill Zhang Honglu, I want to kill him! I really want to take a knife now Go back and kill him! Did I owe them in my previous life! Why should I suffer this kind of crime! They gave birth to me to torture me for the rest of my life, didn't they!?"

"Xiao Qing, it's all right. I'll be with you." Duanmurou didn't know what to say, she could only forcefully push him into her arms, and rumpled his hair, "It's all right."

On the first day of the Lunar New Year the next day, Zhang Qing developed a high fever.

Since early in the morning, the body temperature has been entrenched at 39 degrees and cannot retreat.Duanmurou has been busy for him, many pharmacies are closed during Chinese New Year, and she has to drive several kilometers to find an open shop.

But the effect of taking the medicine is not good, and the antipyretic medicine is also effective, and the body temperature rises quickly after the medicine is over.

"Why don't we go to the hospital." Duanmurou looked at him worriedly.

"No need." Zhang Qing said in a hoarse voice, unable to tell whether it was because of coughing or because he yelled too hard last night, "I'm fine."

"It's alright, you've got a fever of 39 degrees!" Duanmu Rouqi said, "There must be a limit if you don't cherish yourself!"

"I'm really fine." Zhang Qing tried his best to speak clearly in a hoarse voice, "The body is fine, but it's a heart disease."

Duanmurou couldn't sit still, "I'll call that bastard named Zhou right now!"

Zhang Qing grabbed her and shook his head.

"Why? I want to ask clearly, what is he thinking! Doesn't he have any guilt for treating you like this during the Chinese New Year?"

Zhang Qing didn't speak, just shook his head persistently.

Duanmurou sighed and put down the phone, "You."

"I'm sorry, Sister Rou." Zhang Qing said in a low voice, "You have suffered with me."

"Don't say such things!" Duanmurou frowned, and tucked his back roughly, "I can't see what I suffer every day. I only know how to worry about whether others are suffering or not. Sleep well !"

Zhang Qing smiled.

The crew members all found that Zhou Nanchen was particularly diligent in recent days.

Originally, the manuscript was required to be handed in after the next year, but he rushed out one night on New Year's Eve.Not only did he rush out the prescribed draft, but he also helped the prop team to finish drawing the prop design, which was not enough. He even came to ask the director for work, which made the director suspiciously ask him if he had been too excited for the past two days agent.

Zhou Nanchen forced himself to get busy.

Since New Year's Eve, he has been busy non-stop.

Drawing storyboards, making designs, trying on makeup over and over again...he didn't dare to stop.

Don't think about it.

he told himself.

Don't think about it, you'll be fine, as long as you don't think about it, you won't feel uncomfortable.

This is the best choice for everyone.Nothing to regret, nothing to be sad about.

Just be the bad guy.That's all.

Everything will return to how it was.

Zheng Yun likes to come to Zhou Nanchen's house for a meal recently, and runs over whenever he has something to do, in the name of fearing that he will be too lonely living alone.

He didn't come empty-handed either, and brought some dried fish and snacks to Van Gogh every time.

Zhou Nanchen didn't say he was welcome, and he didn't drive him away. Every time, he would cook dinner for two and listen to him chattering about something.

"I said that you have been working too hard recently, why don't you just take care of the whole crew's work by yourself?"

Zhou Nanchen didn't respond, and didn't lift his head from the drawing.

"Oh, don't draw anymore." Zheng Yun came over and snatched the pen from Zhou Nanchen's hand, "You have to work 12 hours a day, right? Who are you going to show that you work so hard?"

"I did mine, what's bothering you?" Zhou Nanchen raised his head.

"Of course I'm in the way! Brother, that's how the introversion started. What are you going to do with the rest of the group? The director can't give us more work?"

"All right." Zhou Nanchen threw the pen aside, "I'll cook."

Zheng Yun said "hey", "I said, why have you been so bad-tempered these two days? Wasn't it pretty good before, who messed with you?"

"You were wrong before." Zhou Nanchen walked into the kitchen, "Feed the cat for me."

"You know how to order people every day." Zheng Yun muttered and stood up to feed the cat.

Listening to the sound of cat food being put outside, Zhou Nanchen finally got more than ten seconds of peace.But before half a minute, there was another shout over there.

"By the way, today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, right?"

"Yes." Zhou Nanchen took the green pepper out of the refrigerator.

"Zhang Qing is holding a press conference today." Zheng Yun said, "He said he wanted to respond to the public opinion turmoil with you some time ago, don't you want to see it?"

"dont see."

"I have to take a look, I'm so curious." Zheng Yun jumped up and picked up the phone.

Zhou Nanchen came out of the kitchen, "You have to watch it instead of me."

"why?"

"I said I didn't like him."

"No way, you two have been working together for such a long time anyway." Zheng Yun said dissatisfiedly, "It's not easy for him recently, he is scolded like a dog every day, why don't you have any human touch at all?"

Holding the green pepper in his hand, Zhou Nanchen stood there for a few seconds and turned back, "You can do whatever you want."

Zheng Yun opened the tablet generously and found the live broadcast of the reception.There was still some time before the official start, and he didn't regard himself as an outsider. He took out a bag of melon seeds from the drawer in the living room and waited while knocking.

After about 10 minutes, the sound of the range hood in the kitchen suddenly stopped.Zhou Nanchen opened the sliding door, threw the half-fried vegetables in the pot and walked over.

As soon as Zheng Yun looked up, he was startled by the expression on his face, "What are you doing?"

"Turn up the volume." Zhou Nanchen sat down beside Zheng Yun.

There were still 5 minutes before the reception started, Duanmu Rou was still busy running around Zhang Qing.

"Are you okay? Is it really not cold to wear such a little clothes? I said that it doesn't matter even if you wear a coat on stage, but you still have a fever..."

"It's okay, the air conditioner here is so hot that I still find it hot." Zhang Qing coughed twice, "It's only 38 degrees, which is much better than the previous two days."

"Look, you're still coughing, you know what you're doing!" Duanmurou cursed, and stuffed the coat into Zhang Qing's arms, "Put it on honestly!"

At this time, a staff member trotted over and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zhang, how are you getting ready?"

"Okay." Zhang Qing took the manuscript in his hand, "Let's go."

Duanmurou gave him a thumbs up, "Come on, you can do it."

"Just read the words according to the script, don't worry." Zhang Qingchao Duanmurou smiled, and followed the staff out of the backstage.

For a moment, the dazzling flash made him unable to open his eyes.

There was a dense group of reporters standing under the stage, and they aimed at him with long guns and short cannons, and their eyes were concentrated on his face as if they were real.

Zhang Qing walked to the small table in the middle of the stage, the air was only quiet for a second or two, and the audience immediately exploded.

"Mr. Zhang, please respond to the information your father said in the interview!"

"Please explain your relationship with Internet celebrity blogger Zhou Nanchen!"

"Your fans have detonated a large-scale scolding war on the Internet because of this incident, what do you think of this?"

"Are you really gay?"

"I heard that you and Zhou Nanchen are dating, is this true?"

"Please explain……"

Zhang Qing raised his hand and pressed it down hard. He didn't expect that as soon as he came out, without even saying a word, the reporters had already rushed over like him with questions.

The whole hall finally fell silent.

The reporters closed their mouths, but they all looked straight at Zhang Qing, wishing to see clearly the opening and closing of every pore on his face.

Zhang Qing's hands trembled suddenly, and he failed to pick up the manuscript on the table several times.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and held the manuscript steady.

"Dear reporters, fans and audience friends, I am here today to make a formal response to the incident that happened some time ago." He paused, "I believe everyone knows that some time ago my father Zhang Honglu The Angle program publicly declared that I, Zhang Qing, was not only gay, but also in a relationship with Zhou Nanchen, a popular beauty broadcaster. This incident triggered a high degree of discussion on the Internet and took up a lot of public resources. For this reason, I deeply I apologize, and I will give you a formal response today."

Zhang Qing stopped, and there was a terrible silence in the air.Those reporters who couldn't wait seemed to suddenly become the most patient people in the world, and their eyes were glued to Zhang Qing.

Those eyes gleamed with hunger like hungry wolves, it was greed for profit, curiosity for entertainment and gossip, and the inevitable trend of getting headlines tomorrow morning.

At this moment, Zhang Qing's heart suddenly sank, and all the previous anxiety, hesitation and anxiety disappeared.

At this moment, without knowing why, he made a decision.

Zhang Qing put the manuscript back on the table, and smiled at those eager or probing eyes.

"Have you ever had a heart-piercing pain just thinking of a person's name?"

The reporters in the audience were stunned, and they all frowned, whispering in low voices, not understanding the meaning of Zhang Qing's words.

"I have." Zhang Qing said, "There is a person who has occupied my whole life since I was a teenager. He is my savior, my family, my lover, and a part of my heart. When he left me, it was like cutting out a piece of flesh in my heart. Every time I think of him, even just a name, it can make me feel so painful that every pore is trembling."

Zhang Qing paused for a moment, then smiled again. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, his eyes were still red, "Whether it was seven years ago or seven years later, whether it was Qing Mo or Zhang Qing, without him, there would be no me. So I am very happy." Sorry, my father, Zhang Honglu, is telling the truth. I am gay, and my lover's name is Zhou Nanchen."

For a moment, the audience was completely turned upside down, the sound of chattering was mixed with the sound of shutters, some people had already cursed incoherently, and some people shouted something loudly, but these voices could not reach Zhang Qing at this time. in the ear.

"I am an actor, I love my career, I love you all. I am willing to dedicate everything on the screen to you who are lovely." Zhang Qing smiled, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, "But I am very, very sorry, off screen Zhang Qing belongs to Zhou Nanchen alone."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Qing bowed deeply to the audience, then ignored the audience's reaction, and left without looking back.

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