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Shen Zui returned to the hotel room, her face was still a little red, she didn't know whether it was from the heat or the cold.

Relying on the height of the floor, he quietly opened a corner of the curtain.The brightly lit city has not yet fallen asleep, and the number of pedestrians is decreasing, but the roads are still lively.

Yan Mingyang was standing by the side of the road, at this moment he was just a little doll in Shen Zui's eyes.

After a while, a somewhat familiar car drove over.Yan Mingyang seemed to look back at the hotel, then opened the door and got into the car.

Shen Zui twirled the thick and drapey curtain with two fingers, and suddenly felt that the night was more than enough.

Yes, more to come.

But Yan Mingyang had to leave again.He needs work, like most people in this world, like drunkenness.

Swallows fly fast, but rabbits don't run too slow.Saying farewell to each other half-heartedly, it is difficult for anyone to blame anyone.

Shen Zui stood in front of the window for a moment, watching Yan Mingyang's car pass the traffic light and turn into another street.If I remember correctly, that road leads to the highway intersection.

Yan Mingyang: Are you going to live in Beijing for a few months next year?

Seeing Yan Mingyang's WeChat message, Shen Zui thought it was about going back to Qi City together for the Spring Festival.He didn't quite understand Yan Mingyang's intentions, so he quickly went back and added something to cover it up.

Shen Xiaozui: ...More or less.

Shen Xiaozui: I have business to do, so I don't have time to be dragged to the movies by you every day.

Yan Mingyang:.I know.

Yan Mingyang: Do you plan to stay in a hotel next year?I guess Pei Yan will not arrange your accommodation in Beijing.

Shen Xiaozui:...

Yan Mingyang: You can live in the house where I had your fingerprints taken before.

Shen Zui quickly remembered this house and what happened inside.At that time, he was so focused on fooling Yan Mingyang that he could do anything.

His face was beyond red, and his heart was beating out to show his presence.

Shen Zui typed and deleted in the input box, deleted and typed again; at first he thought he didn't know whether to agree or not, but later he realized that he wanted to agree, but he didn't want to agree so easily.

Yan Mingyang looked at Shen Xiaozui's continuous "typing" silence on the screen, thought about it and sent another sentence.

Yan Mingyang: Anyway, I don't spend much time in Beijing.

The "typing" at the top of the dialog disappears.The intoxicated mood changed from unfinished to an abrupt end in an instant.

Shen Xiaozui: ...

Yan Mingyang: ...?

Shen Xiaozui: Let's talk about it after Chinese New Year.

After more than half a month, Yan Mingyang has been trying to figure out the meaning of Shen Zui's last reply.

It can be a kind of polite refusal, but it can also reveal some hidden meaning.

"Let's talk after the Chinese New Year" means that they may meet again during the Chinese New Year, rounding up means that they can go home together.

Yan Mingyang was always busy during this period of time years ago.This year his mood is not as bad as in previous years, but there are still many things to do.

And Shen Zui is not much better than Yan Mingyang.After returning from Beijing, he devoted himself intensively to the final rehearsal of Qi Opera, and occasionally had some shooting schedules.

"Left Flow" is scheduled to be released in April next year.Although Shen Zui has already won the Best Actor of the Silver Cloud Award, its box office and word-of-mouth are still very important.

From her first on-camera appearance as a teenager, Drunk has made it clear that certain performers don't care what the audience says, or at least one of the world's biggest lies.

Yan Mingyang's fish soup was naturally interrupted for three weeks.During this period, they only communicated a few times, but only a few words.

Shen Zui no longer resisted Yan Mingyang, but he couldn't be called enthusiastic at all.He even behaved quite politely, completely gone from the cuteness and self-willedness when he went to eat fish and go to the movies that day.

This is not the intoxication that Yan Mingyang is familiar with, let alone Shen Xiaotu.In Yan Mingyang's impression, Shen Zui only had some restraint and calmness when he was planning to make a clean break with him.

This is the quality of an adult, and the intoxicated in love will always be the 14-year-old Shen Xiaotu in his heart.He is self-willed and needs to be coaxed, but he can be happy for a little thing.

At least Yan Mingyang thinks so.

Shen Xiaotu's green first love died in the summer when he was 14 years old, and he has been living at that age ever since.

A few days before Chinese New Year, Yan Mingyang took the initiative to contact Shen Zui once.Now he is less likely to be overly sad or overjoyed by the intoxicated distance, because he is patient and firm enough.

The intoxicated tone on the phone was as usual, steady and calm.He didn't know who he learned from, but he was already politely concerned about Yan Mingyang's work.

"Have you returned to Shanghai?" Shen Zui seemed busy.

"En," Yan Mingyang paused.He considered the intoxicated tone, swallowed a lot of words for a while, and said, "I just arrived today."

"I was trying on the costumes of Qi Opera this afternoon." Shen Zui was very natural, and he took the initiative to share his daily routine very rarely, "Oh, they said I was too thin."

"In the past six months, I have eaten three meals on time, but I didn't expect to be tired and thin."

Complaining drunkenly, Yan Mingyang was taken aback by the flattery.He is still on his way to the company, and there will be a lot of things piled up there after every long business trip.

"Or," Yan Mingyang originally wanted to ask Shen Zui to hire a chef to cook, but then he thought that he would lose his job of delivering fish soup.

Shen Zui captured Yan Mingyang's hesitation, "What else?"

"How about I cook fish soup for you a few more times during the Chinese New Year?" Yan Mingyang felt a little guilty after speaking, "The fish in our Qi City is still fresher than other places."

Shen Zui listened quietly for a few seconds, then let out a meaningful oh.

"This year..." Yan Mingyang tentatively said, "Shall we go back together? Me,"

Intoxicated but silent.There are only a few days until New Year's Eve, and he can figure it out without breaking his fingers.

"You still have the annual meeting," Shen Zui said, "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Yan Mingyang frowned, "Is it so early?"

He was a little puzzled, Shen Zui had never returned to his hometown so actively.

"I'm going to attend the rehearsal." Shen Zui said, "There are still a few days left for your annual meeting."

Yan Mingyang held up his mobile phone, his brows didn't loosen for a while.

Will the annual meeting be arranged so late in previous years? This year, it is because he has just returned from a business trip.

How did Shen Zui know?

Oh, there is Liang Ce, and Sang Lili.

Chen Zui is paying attention to when I can go back to Qi City, he should have thought about getting together.

"Yes," Yan Mingyang restrained his loss and regret.He pursed his lips and forced a smile, "Yes, there are still a few days."

Shen Zui still heard it.He knew the result a long time ago, so he was much calmer than Yan Mingyang.

"I'm going back to Qi City this year, and I have a lot of things to do." Shen Zui said casually, "Hu Tu will also be with me, and follow the whole process."

"Speaking of which, I haven't attended such a party before."

"I went to see it when I was young." Yan Mingyang raised his head slightly.In the half-light and half-darkness, he was a little dazed, and he took a breath before returning to normal, and took the initiative to change the subject, "How is your costume trial this afternoon?"

"The costumes are pretty good," Shen Zui said ambiguously, "but I didn't find a particularly suitable one."

"They're all too refined for this aria."

Although Yan Mingyang is from Qi City, he doesn't know much about Qi Opera.He could only echo along, the purpose was just to say a few more words to Shen Zui.

Shen Zui chattered about his recent life.He said that after taking acting classes seriously, he realized how ridiculous it was to rely on his genius for four years in college; he said that Qi Opera is far more than just babbling, and the iterations of the aria over hundreds of years are as exciting as movies.

He also said that Du Fu's poems are like bitter medicine, and that he recently discovered a new flavor of potato chips, which sounds darker and tastes darker...

Yan Mingyang heard the office all the way from the car.He suddenly found that intoxication seemed to have changed.

"Yan famous?"

Yan Mingyang, who was in deep thought, came back to his senses, "Well, what's wrong."

Shen Zui was quite dissatisfied, "You're not calling me while you're in a meeting, right?"

"........."

"No," Yan Mingyang came out of the elevator, and the long-awaited No. [-] secretary led a group of people to surround him.

Yan Mingyang raised his hand to signal them not to speak.

"Really?" Shen Zui was dubious.He vaguely heard someone's voice over there, and someone called Mr. Yan.

"I really don't. I just arrived at the company, and I haven't even entered the office door yet." Under the eyes of everyone, Yan Mingyang walked towards the office and said softly, "If you don't believe me, ask Liang Ce, he will definitely not help me Speaker."

"........."

"Okay." Shen Zui seemed to curl his lips, "I'll hang up first, and I have to get up early tomorrow."

Yan Mingyang was about to open his mouth to say something when the phone was cut off.He stood there for a second, sighed almost inaudibly, and quickly regained his energy and strode towards the office.

"Mr. Shen is angry?" Liang Ce gloated a little.

"Go out and get the meeting materials from Secretary No. 15," Yan Mingyang ignored Liang Ce's words, "We'll have a meeting in [-] minutes."

Both Liang Ce and Sang Lili went out, and Yan Mingyang stayed alone in the office for a while.

He glanced at the record, he just had a 29-minute phone call with Shen Zui.

This is an unprecedented long record.

Shen Zui has indeed changed, but it's not that he's no longer flirting with Yan Ming.

Intoxicated is no longer messing around, his rational emotions are a kind of growth; and his surging desire to share replaces indifference and alienation, making him look much younger.

Yan Mingyang took out a cigarette from the drawer, lit it but didn't smoke it.He held it between his fingers and stared at the flickering sparks, as if he was studying things to learn.

After a while, Yan Mingyang suddenly realized.

The wayward little Tu has grown from 14 years old to just grown up, and the indifferent intoxication has returned to his youth from now.

They met halfway, and finally synthesized a complete and natural intoxication.

In the story that Yan Mingyang wants to rewrite, this Shen Zui is willing to go to the cinema with him to watch a relaxing romance with popcorn in his arms.