half blind

How hypocritical.Zhang Qing sighed in his heart, sorted out his emotions, took a photo of the room and posted it on Weibo.

Zhang Qing V: I have a fever, rest for one night.

Less than a second after the Weibo was posted, comments flooded in like a flood.

——Ah, brother, pay attention to your body, rest more and don't get tired [heart] Clear water is always there!

——Qingqing needs to take her medicine on time ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ~ [heart] have you all the way, we will always accompany you forward

——Those who have never met before will meet sooner or later

——You are on the stage and I am in the crowd [Come on] As long as my brother is willing, Shimizu will always be with you~

Zhang Qing smiled helplessly at the waves of robot-like comments. At this moment, Zhou Nanchen's cell phone rang, and he picked it up to take a look, "You can take pictures of such a simple house."

"It's not very simple, it's just an ordinary house—" Zhang Qing suddenly realized something in the middle of speaking, "When did you follow my Weibo?"

Still pay special attention!The sound that just rang is a reminder to pay special attention to!

"It's strange to follow your Weibo?" Zhou Nanchen looked normal, "You are all lying on my bed, so it's unreasonable not to follow."

This sentence made Zhang Qing's face feel a little hot, but he still insisted on asking, "What's your Weibo ID?"

"I won't tell you." Zhou Nanchen put away his phone with a smile.

"You are...boring." Zhang Qing rolled his eyes when he got the expected answer.

There were hundreds of comments on Weibo just now, and Zhang Qing flipped through them one by one in boredom, when suddenly a comment broke into his sight.

——Am I the only one who noticed that there are two bowls beside Qingqing's bed? ?

——I, I, I noticed it too. Could it be that saving lives is...

——The upstairs is overthinking, it should only be the manager or assistant.

Zhang Qing's heart skipped a beat, he glanced at Zhou Nanchen very guilty, and wanted to delete this Weibo for a moment.

But to really do that would be too pretentious, so I had to give up.

The two of them shared the same room at night, but Zhou Nanchen just looked at the brick-like head seriously from the beginning to the end, without raising his head, and didn't even give Zhang Qing a chance to be distracted.

Can't figure out what he is thinking.

Under that slide today, did Zhou Nanchen really... want to do something?Or is it just that he is too self-indulgent?

While thinking wildly, Zhou Nanchen didn't know when to put down the book, "Okay, an hour."

Zhang Qing was startled, "So fast?"

"Of course it's quick to play, so go to bed quickly, and if you can't get rid of the fever before noon tomorrow, just transfer the money to me." Zhou Nanchen said seriously.

"Hey, don't you say you don't want to gamble?" Zhang Qing clicked his tongue.

"Don't be poor, go to sleep." Zhou Nanchen said with a straight face, but he didn't intend to leave at all.

"You..." Zhang Qing looked at him hesitantly.

"I'll wait until you fall asleep." Zhou Nanchen reached out to help him tuck the corner of the quilt, "Go to sleep."

There was a complicated look in Zhang Qing's eyes, and he smiled at him, "You make me want to call you mom so much."

"Call it." Zhou Nanchen said succinctly, "Go to bed after you shout."

Zhang Qing giggled twice, stopped arguing with Zhou Nanchen, and closed his eyes obediently.

The feeling of heaviness came to the head again. In the quiet room, only the sound of Zhou Nanchen turning the pages of the book could be heard occasionally, and Zhang Qing gradually fell asleep amidst the small sound of pages turning.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Nanchen finally lifted his head from the brick-thick book and yawned.Zhang Qing's steady breathing sounded from his ears, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Zhou Nanchen gently put the book aside, and looked down at Zhang Qing.He fell asleep like a defenseless teenager, and his memory gradually overlapped.

Only when he fell asleep, did he seem to have let go of the burden of the world, and he was as safe as an innocent sheep.

Zhou Nanchen stared at that face obsessively, and couldn't help but slowly leaned closer.

At this distance, he could even feel the heat of his breath, and the slightly parted red lips of the person below him were within easy reach.

But he still restrained himself when he could kiss with a distance of about half a centimeter, moved his lips up, and kissed Zhang Qing's forehead lightly, then stood up, turned off the light for him, and closed the door.

It took Zhang Qing less time to reduce his fever than he expected. The next morning, when he took his temperature, it dropped to 37 degrees 5, which surprised Zhou Nanchen.

He held the thermometer up to the sunlight and looked again and again, and said, "You didn't catch it properly, did you?"

Zhang Qing stretched out a leg from under the quilt and kicked him, "If you lose the bet, you will say that someone else cheated. You will be blacklisted like this!"

Zhou Nanchen smiled and put down the thermometer, "Well, I lost. Brother Qing is Brother Qing, and his body is really strong."

"Take me to dinner." Zhang Qing said triumphantly, "Let's go to work."

"Don't go." Zhou Nanchen pushed him back on the bed again, "I already called Li Fan to ask for leave this morning, they are filming the scene of Yin Ling and Jia Hao this morning."

"What... you're cutting first and playing later!" Zhang Qing stared at him with wide eyes.

Zhou Nanchen showed a rare embarrassment, "I didn't expect that you really had a fever in the morning. And if it recurs again, I'm still worried."

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Qing burst out laughing, "Okay, it's not hard for you. Take a rest, I'm not a workaholic, who wants to rush to work. You go, I'm right here Good housekeeper."

Zhou Nanchen smiled, "You're still looking after the house. If someone really breaks in, you're not even as powerful as Van Gogh."

"Who said that?" Zhang Qing immediately frowned, "I can use my beauty to confuse the other party to death."

Zhou Nanchen gave a thumbs up, "Well, I believe it."

Zhang Qing asked for leave, but Zhou Nanchen still had to go to work as usual.After breakfast, Zhang Qing lay down on the bed, and fell asleep beautifully.

This sleep lasted until noon before waking up. Zhang Qing stretched his waist and felt refreshed. Apart from a little stuffy nose, his head was not heavy and his throat was not so sore. It seems that sickness still depends on sleep recover.

Van Gogh didn't know when he lay beside his pillow. Zhang Qing smiled and touched Sanhuamao's back, causing a dissatisfied meow.

Then the phone rang. Zhang Qing didn't pick up the phone right away, but closed his eyes and listened to the familiar ringtone for a while before picking up the phone.

"Hey?"

"Are you awake?" Zhou Nanchen's voice came from the phone, "I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"No, I just woke up." Zhang Qing sat up slowly.

"How did you sleep? How does your body feel?"

"Very good, I think it should be fine." Zhang Qing touched his forehead, "I feel refreshed, my waist is not sore or my back hurts, and I can go up to the fifth floor in one breath."

"Really?"

"Why am I lying to you?" Zhang Qing felt it was funny again, cleared his throat, "Tell you, although I am a very gluttonous person, it is not my little Asian gambler who cheats for a meal. style."

"Okay, I trust you." Zhou Nanchen said with a smile in his tone, "Come down, little gambling king, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Have you gone downstairs?" Zhang Qing jumped up from the bed, "Alright, wait!"

Zhang Qing was already very good at such trivial matters as putting on his own clothes and shoes, including the steep stairs in Zhou Nanchen's house that nearly caused him to fall, and he was able to walk back and forth with his eyes closed.

Jogging all the way downstairs, Zhou Nanchen stood downstairs and waited quietly.He was leaning against a roadside tree, staring at the screen of the mobile phone intently, the sun shining through the mottled light spots formed by the treetops on his hair, Zhang Qing couldn't help but take a second look.

Seven years have passed, and the fatal attraction of Zhou Nanchen still hasn't dissipated. Zhang Qing is somewhat frustrated by this realization.

Even if Zhang Qing knew that he hadn't forgiven him at all, even though there was still a messy relationship between them, when this person stood in front of him, the uncontrollable urge to get close to him was still something that couldn't be ignored.

Before Zhang Qing's thoughts flew far, Zhou Nanchen looked up and saw him, "Let's go?"

"Where are you going to eat, boss?" Zhang Qing walked a few steps side by side with Zhou Nanchen.

"Take you to taste the characteristics of Liancheng." Zhou Nanchen smiled, "Get in the car."

Zhou Nanchen led him into a home-cooked restaurant, and when he looked up, the name of this restaurant was actually "Liancheng Specialty", okay.

"Try their boiled cabbage heart." Zhou Nanchen opened the menu, "The cuisine in this restaurant is relatively light, and the vegetarian dishes are also delicious."

"Well, I'll listen to you." Zhang Qing's fever had just subsided, and he didn't have much appetite for meat dishes.

"Then I want a boiled cabbage heart, a casserole tofu, and two bowls of rice." Zhou Nanchen closed the menu and handed it to the waiter.

"You really know the local conditions and customs in Liancheng." Zhang Qing admired him sincerely, "Have you eaten all the restaurants in the whole city?"

Zhou Nanchen smiled, "That's not enough, but I have eaten a lot."

"You don't look like someone who eats out at parties all the time." Zhang Qing laughed, "I missed it."

"I live here alone most of the time. I am too bored at home, so I always go out to eat for a while." Zhou Nanchen smiled, "I try a new restaurant for every meal, and I will gradually know which restaurant it is. It's delicious."

Zhang Qing was stunned for a moment, the scene of Zhou Nanchen sitting alone in a restaurant eating in his mind suddenly felt a little distressed.

While they were talking, a fat man kept looking in their direction, left and right, and finally couldn't help standing up and walking towards this side.

"Zhang Qing?"

Zhang Qing was taken aback and raised his head, but this strange voice did not bring Zhang Qing any memories.

"Zhou Nanchen?" The man looked at Zhou Nanchen again, and called his name again.And Zhou Nanchen was also obviously startled, and didn't recognize anyone.

This is really strange.There are many people who know Zhang Qing, but there are only a handful of people who can also recognize Zhou Nanchen.

Seeing that the two of them didn't respond, the fat man was not in a hurry, he seemed sure that he had identified the right person, so he changed his address again, "Qingmo and Achen?"

All of a sudden, the range of memories was shortened by a large amount.Zhang Qing stared at the person in front of him in surprise, and tentatively called out a name after a while, "Qiankun?"

The fat man clapped his hands happily, "That's right! It's me, Qiankun!"

This surprised both Zhang Qing and Zhou Nanchen.The memory of this name is really too long, so far away that when Zhang Qing uttered these two words, he felt like he was in a trance.

Qiankun was planned by Fanyin Studio when they were playing online games in high school.

He single-handedly organized this online distribution studio, which includes cv, post-production, arranger, lyrics, painter... a complete assembly line is available, and many radio dramas dubbed by Zhang Qing are planned by this dear friend.

At that time, Wangdu was just a small circle of non-commercial enthusiasts, and Fanyin Studio was a rare online studio with complete functions at that time.

Qiankun is a very serious and responsible planner. Almost all the CVs who worked with their studio at that time complained about being echoed by this guy over and over again, and they jokingly called them "the echo studio".

But also because of this, several dramas produced by their studio quickly became popular. After that, Zhang Qing and several cvs of the same period rode that wave and became the first batch of "traffic" with tens of thousands of fans on the Internet at that time. CV".

It was also in this studio that Zhang Qing met Zhou Nanchen, and soon after that rescue on the rooftop, the two gradually became acquainted.

He still remembered that Zhou Nanchen would personally draw posters for the radio dramas he was starring in every time. At that time, few dramas could enjoy the treatment of original hand-painted posters, and Zhang Qing was the only one who stood out from the crowd.

And Zhou Nanchen's level of painting was much higher than that of their peers.I still remember that when Qiankun organized the offline group for the first time, he was taken aback by Zhou Nanchen, saying that he didn't expect Ah Chen to be a man, let alone just a high school student.

Later, a group of girls in the studio surrounded Zhou Nanchen and praised him, saying that his painting style is so delicate. At first, he thought he must be a soft girl, but he turned out to be a handsome brother.

"Hey, to be honest, we all thought Ah Chen was Qing Mo's girlfriend." A few girls said happily, "Every time you only draw posters for Qing Mo's dramas, I didn't expect that he was a buddy in the same class. It's so loyal." ha."

Another girl elbowed her and whispered in an almost breathless voice, "How do you know it must be a buddy."

As a result, several girls laughed together with a tacit understanding.

At that time, Zhang Qing and Zhou Nanchen had indeed just changed from "buddies" to another relationship. Hearing the girls' laughter, he poured himself a few large glasses of cold boiled water with a guilty conscience.

After Zhang Qing quit the online matchmaking circle in his third year of high school, he never saw Qian Kun again, whether online or offline. Calculated in this way, it has been six years.He remembered that six years ago Qiankun was a very energetic college student with a very artistic braid.

Now that he has neat short hair, he has put on a lot of weight. If it weren't for the pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, Zhang Qing could hardly find any similarities between him and his memory.

The effect of time on people is really embarrassing.

"My God, it really is you two!" Qiankun sighed, pulled the chairs beside their table and sat down, "I was sitting opposite you just now, no matter how you look, I thought it was impossible, this is all over It’s been six or seven years, and it’s just a coincidence that the two of you have appeared together! But I really don’t believe in this evil, so I have to come and see, luckily I came to see!”

"Yes." Zhang Qing hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Qian Kun, "What a coincidence, long time no see!"

"Brother Kun? It's been a long time." Zhou Nanchen's expression was still in surprise.

"It's not a coincidence." Qian Kun took a sip of tea and said excitedly, "I just found out that Mo'er became an actor by chance some time ago. As for my wife, she liked to watch you act before. I passed by after taking a shower that day, and I glanced at her phone screen, ouch, isn’t this Moer? How did you get on TV? I only found out after asking, you kid became a big star at some point! "

These words made Zhang Qing's face burn, "Don't, don't, I'm just a small actor."

"Oh, I was so surprised at the time, so I ran to search for your news on the Internet, and I just saw that you had a movie to be filmed in Liancheng Film and Television City in May this year. I saw it was a coincidence, my house is just a few minutes away from the film and television city. It's half an hour's drive away, maybe someday I can run into you casually when I go shopping in the street!" Qian Kun said happily, "No, it really made me bump into a blind cat and a dead mouse. But I bumped into two I really didn't expect it!"