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Flattered and unexpectedly allowed to take a nap at Shen Zui's house, Yan Mingyang actually fell asleep.

Shen Zui quietly squatted down in front of the sofa, and observed Yan Mingyang's sleeping face closely for a while before confirming that he was not pretending.

Professional actors don't have such good acting skills, let alone Yan Mingyang.

It turned out that he was really tired.

Under the sun, Yan Mingyang's face looked paler and brighter than usual.

Shen Zui squatted down, tilted his head to look at it, and stretched out a finger to poke the tip of Yan Mingyang's nose.

The sleeping Yan Mingyang didn't have any obvious reaction, only his lips moved.

"Oh!" Shen Zui let out a slightly exaggerated sigh of relief.He stood up, took out a clean thin quilt from the cabinet in the bedroom, and threw it on Yan Mingyang.

When Yan Mingyang woke up, it was already sunset.The afterglow of champagne was sprinkled in the living room, and the chandelier on the dining table was also lit.

He didn't notice the quilt until he sat up. There was no one else in the living room, but there was some movement in the kitchen.

Yan Mingyang folded the quilt and walked lightly towards the kitchen.

Shen Zui was squatting in front of the trash can breaking broccoli, and a handful of soba noodles were cooking on the induction cooker.

"Are you awake?" Hearing footsteps, Shen Zui turned around.

Yan Mingyang relied on a shameless spirit during the day, but now he feels a little embarrassed.

"do you need my help."

"No need." Shen Zui stood up, threw the broken broccoli into the pot and started cooking.

The water gradually boiled, and the sound of boiling filled the overly quiet room.Shen Zui stared at Guo, Yan Mingyang's eyes wandered all over the place, neither of them spoke.

The food came out of the pan quickly, and Shen Zui sprinkled some salt casually.

Yan Mingyang stood by and watched carefully, he didn't know if he had his share of dinner.Looking at the portion size, the broccoli and soba noodles are not much, but intoxicated eats very little at night.

Shen Zui noticed something unusual, "What are you looking at me for?"

Yan Mingyang's appearance after waking up was not as glamorous as usual.He stood there like an ordinary person, except that he had a pretty face.

"I'll take the tablet out for you." He looked around and held back a word after a while, "So as not to be splashed by the soup."

Shen Zui felt baffled.He watched Yan Mingyang hastily picked up the tablet and walked out without stopping, and moved his mouth, "I will iron two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks later."

"... Oh." After a few seconds, Yan Mingyang's answer came from the living room.

Just as he was about to close the tablet and put it down, he pursed his lips to hold back an overly obvious smile.

On the tablet is the aria that Shen Zui is practicing, with notes written on the side, and marked with various colors to distinguish them.

Another document, the script, is also heavily labeled.Shen Zui seems to be using methods to analyze this script.

Yan Mingyang couldn't help but take a second look.

At some point, Shen Zui, who hadn't waited for anyone in the kitchen, came out to have a look, quietly.

"What are you looking at?" He said abruptly behind Yan Mingyang.

Yan Mingyang turned around in surprise, holding the tablet and putting it on or not.

Shen Zui glanced at the content on the tablet.He didn't have time to lock the screen just now, and what he was reading was on the screen.

"Why, you are also interested in these things." Shen Zui also held a pair of chopsticks in his right hand.He crossed his arms and raised his chin indifferently.

"No," Yan Mingyang smiled helplessly, and then said in a down-to-earth manner, "It's just because you work hard."

Intoxicated, Yan Mingyang glanced at him, his eyes were calm but full of content, "I have always worked hard."

Yan Mingyang recalled Xiaotu when he was a teenager, and their first meeting.Xiaotu is not good at mathematics, and the teaching level in the village and town is also regrettable, but he is always stubborn and refuses to give up.

And now Shen Zui just looked at Yan Mingyang like this, not knowing whether he was waiting for an answer or his epiphany.

Yan Mingyang reached out to touch Shenzui's head, "I'm sorry. I should have treated you better back then."

Shen Zui didn't escape.He cocked his mouth noncommittally, "Go and iron the bowl."

Shen Zui and Yan Mingyang sat on both sides of the dining table, their positions were staggered, and they ate noodles separately.

Several times in the middle of the journey, Yan Mingyang wanted to take the initiative to say something, but Shen Zui either lowered his head to eat broccoli, or looked up to watch the Qixi video recorded by his teacher for him.

"Then what?" Yan Mingyang, who had already finished eating, had time to speak while he was intoxicated and got up to find the charging cable, "The perfume advertisement you shot before is going to be launched."

"Oh." Shen Zui plugged in the charging cable for the tablet, tilted his head slightly and thought for a while, "I think the last two shots are average, and they can only be regarded as trying their best."

Yan Mingyang looked intoxicated across the table, "You worked this morning, practiced in the afternoon, and didn't take a break in the evening? It's too hard to do this every day."

"I don't work as hard as you do."

"I heard people say," Shen Zui poked a little on the tablet, dangling his legs, "most high school students work from seven in the morning to twelve in the evening."

"Besides, when I was first selected by Teacher Xia, I was like this now. I was either learning acting or practicing Qixi opera every day. I am more lonely and boring than now."

The intoxicated speaker had no intention, but Yan Mingyang, who was opposite him, fell silent.Not only did he not answer, but his eyes and expression seemed to freeze for a moment.

Shen Zui paused and realized something.

"I," he didn't want to beat Yan Mingyang with the past, subconsciously put down the tablet, "I didn't,"

Yan Mingyang suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Shen Zui's hand that had slid back.He got up hastily, and the chair legs rubbed against the floor making an abrupt and discordant sound.

Shen Zui's eyes widened slightly.He didn't hold Yan Mingyang's hand back, but he didn't break free either.

"I didn't accompany you at that time," Yan Mingyang's voice was not loud, but it sounded like a whisper.He tightly grasped the intoxicated hand, as if grasping a moonlight treasure box that could change the past.

The intoxicated expression turned serious.His eyes flustered for a moment, and he wanted to avoid it while trembling.

Yan Mingyang bit his lower lip.He wasn't without fear, but he was still resolute.

"but now,"

Before the second half of the sentence was finished, Yan Mingyang's cell phone rang just right.

Shen Zui seemed to have been struck by a clock, and immediately clenched his fist and withdrew his hand forcefully.

Yan Mingyang seemed to be covered by dust for half a second, and quickly regained his composure after a moment of disappointment.

He took a deep breath and picked up the ringing phone.

Intoxicated, relieved, he lowered his head and pretended to continue studying.

Yan Mingyang glanced at Shen Zui again, and then slowly walked aside to answer the phone.

Shen Zui blushed to the tips of her ears, her heart was beating faster than a rabbit at this moment.

"Hello." Yan Mingyang remained calm as usual, as if he was not affected at all, "Oh, really."

"How to say?"

...

Shen Zui had been subconsciously listening to Yan Mingyang's phone call, but he didn't dare to lift his head for a moment, for fear of meeting Yan Mingyang's eyes on him.

He lost consciousness unconsciously, scribbling aimlessly on the table with his fingers.

I don't know what he was thinking about, and after a while, his face was dyed with a graceful crimson color when he was intoxicated.

"Intoxicated."

"Ah?" Shen Zui raised his head unpreparedly and blinked, "What's wrong."

Yan Mingyang just hung up the phone with a look of pride on his face.

"The shortlist for the Silver Cloud Award is out."

Many people will flaunt that they don't value fame and wealth, don't care about other people's comments, or think they are such and such people.

But the heart with a strong sense of presence showed Shen Zui in a way that could not be ignored, and he would care about these in essence.

He felt his heart skip a beat, and he could even look directly at Yan Mingyang with a face that hadn't faded away—the person he wanted to avoid just now.

"Oh, oh." Shen Zui pursed his lips unnaturally, pretending to be calm, "How is it?"

""Spring Habitat" is firmly nominated for the best director." Yan Mingyang saw through the disguise of intoxication, but did not expose it. "As for "Zuo Liu", it was nominated for a total of three categories."

"Best Director, Best Editing," he suppressed a smile and stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

Shen Zui blinked more and more frequently.He probably didn't even realize that he was pursing his lips tightly.

"And your best male lead." Yan Mingyang moved closer, and scratched Shen Zui's nose lightly, "Congratulations, you can go to see your teacher Xia with confidence."