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Cuscuta in winter.

...flowering?

The hotel rooms are carpeted with dark patterns.Shen Drunk didn't wear socks, and his toes flicked in the plush slippers, giving him the illusion of rooting and sprouting in place.

"Don't talk nonsense." Shen Zui blushed beautifully while speaking, and he lowered his head, not looking at Yan Mingyang.He involuntarily extended his hand to the last croissant, "We still have to respect science."

Yan Mingyang glanced at the empty dining car, looked at Shen Zui, "Are you still eating?"

"................."

The intoxicated hand paused in the air, and the corners of the mouth that had just been pursed were also flattened.

He looked at Yan Mingyang without saying a word, and there was an undercurrent in his calm eyes.

"I," Yan Mingyang's back felt numb, "you eat too much now, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat at noon."

"I didn't eat last night." Shen Zui said, "And Hutu also took a lot of bread."

He picked up the only small croissant on the dining car, seemed to think about it, and then put it aside in half.

"Half for you." Shen Zui handed half of it in front of Yan Mingyang, his eyelids drooping swollen from sleeping.

"Really?" Yan Mingyang made a gesture to stretch out his hand, and said deliberately, "Then you are only half left."

"........."

The well-informed Shen Zui dismissed Yan Mingyang's kindergarten-level teasing methods.

He threw half a small croissant on the plate in front of Yan Mingyang, "Do you like it or not."

After speaking, Shen Zui got up and went back to the bedroom.

Yan Mingyang raised his chin slightly at the half croissant.He chewed and ate the croissant slowly before leaving.

Yan Mingyang had the annual meeting last night, and he didn't doze off much on the way back, almost like he stayed up all night.He returned to his suite, intending to catch up on sleep before going home to see Yan Ting.

Before going to bed, Yan Mingyang sent Hutu a WeChat message, asking him to remember to notify himself if he had something to do.

Intoxicated in the room alone for a long time.When it was almost noon, Hutu called, "Xiao Zui, do you eat lunch in your room by yourself?"

Shen Zui has already changed into a new set of winter products that just came out, and is admiring in the mirror, considering which button of the coat looks best.

He turned around methodically, "Go out and eat. I'm so bored in the room."

"Okay." Hu Tu was very straightforward, "Just eat in the restaurant of the hotel, or go to another restaurant? Do you want to eat?"

Shen Zui buttoned up the button and picked up the perfume.He said slowly, "I'm not familiar with Qishi. You can ask Yan Mingyang if there is any place to recommend."

"Uh..." Compared with Shen Zui, Hu Tu is an honest person in some respects.For a moment, he didn't understand Shen Zui's intention, and thought that Shen Zui really needed Yan Mingyang to pick a place to eat for him.

"Boss Yan should be resting now." Hu Tu hesitated, "He said before that he would contact him if he had something to do, but to wake him up in order to choose a restaurant..."

"What?" The intoxicated hand that picked out the perfume stopped, and unconsciously pinched the thumb and middle finger.He immediately frowned, "Is Yan Mingyang resting in broad daylight?"

"Boss Yan just arrived in Qi City this morning," Hu Tu sighed, "I guess he didn't sleep last night."

Shen Zui took off the clothes he just put on again.He yawned and rested his chin on one hand in front of the dresser.

It turned out that Yan Mingyang didn't sleep all night.

Then he can still come to have breakfast with me as if nothing had happened.

Still teasing me!

No, it was trying to tease me.

...

Shen Zui ordered lunch in his room and ate it by himself.Maybe it was because he really ate too much in the morning, but at noon today, he lacked interest and had less than half a bowl of rice than usual.

In the afternoon, Shen Zui had an interview with Qi City's local official media.After dinner, he changed into a set of casual clothes that were not very outstanding, and tidied up the outside room.

The reporters who came this time were of good professional quality, and the questions they asked were not the type of gimmicks, and occasionally they were invisible.

"When I checked the information this time," the reporter said in a chatty tone after asking the prepared questions, "I found out that Teacher Shen is actually as old as the apprentices I lead."

Shen Zui sat upright on the chair, his eyes widened slightly, and he didn't reply immediately.He smiled questioningly, skillfully keeping his expression under the camera calm and natural.

"Nothing," the reporter waved his hand after speaking, and said with a smile, "I just feel that Mr. Shen is indeed young and promising."

Prepared for this question.

But can't remember.

Intoxication is not timid.He showed a smooth smile, his thin lips parted slightly, "Thank you."

"When I was preparing for the interview, I read a lot of reports about Mr. Shen." The reporter nodded and continued, "Whether it's news, gossip, or movie reviews, you can't avoid a single word when mentioning Mr. Shen."

"Genius." He said these two words clearly.

Indulging in the camera from the age of 14 to now, he has already learned to control his expression without being surprised.He could hear that the reporter's tone was not praise and flattery, but a rational and equal inquiry and verification.

"Do you think so yourself?" The reporter continued, "Or, is it difficult for you to act?"

The camera on the side closely captures the reactions of Intoxication at every moment, and the reporter also keeps an eye on Intoxication's expression.

Whether it is the works or the person himself, Shen Zui always gives people a mysterious and distant impression.When he is not smiling, his temperament is very special, cool and gentle.

"When I first started acting." A moment later, Shen Zui tilted his head and smiled at the reporter, "I didn't know what acting was at all."

"Even when I stood on the silver cloud award red carpet for "Fringe", I didn't understand."

"If you insist on what talent I had at that time, it can only be obedient, hardworking and lucky: I met Director Xia Rusen."

The reporter was satisfied with this answer, "And now."

""Zuo Liu" has not yet been released to the public, but the online reviews are extremely high."

""Left Flow" is a watershed moment in my acting career." As if making up his mind, Shen drunk took a deep breath, "It made me really understand what my past performances were, and it also made me understand the meaning of acting. difficulty."

"And most importantly, acting is more difficult than acting."

After the interview, Shen Zui politely sent the reporter downstairs.Hu Tu also followed, sending the reporter into the car before returning.

When walking towards the elevator, Shen Zui saw a somewhat familiar person.

It is Yan Mingyang's driver.

"Teacher Shen." The driver greeted Shen Zui quickly when he saw Shen Zui.

Shen Zui nodded, and looked behind him, "Where is Yan Mingyang?"

"President Yan won't be using the car for about half an hour," the driver said with a plastic bag in his hand, "I was in a hurry yesterday, so I went out to buy some daily necessities for myself."

Shen Zui froze for a while.

Seeing this, the driver explained, "Originally, Yan always planned to go back to Qi City in the morning, but after coming out of the annual meeting last night, he suddenly changed to go back overnight."

Hutu behind Shen Zui heard it, and immediately understood that Yan Mingyang probably came back early because he read the WeChat message he sent and heard that Shen Zui was crying.

He pretended to look elsewhere.

Shen Zui has already reacted.He glanced at Hu Tu indifferently.

Just as Hu Tu was about to explain, his intoxicated eyes turned back.

Maybe it was because there were so many people in the hall, Shen Zui didn't bother to report the news to Yan Mingyang in a daze.

"Yan Mingyang needs a car later?" Shen Zui asked the driver, "Do you know where to go?"

The driver thought for a while, "It feels like... going home."

Until returning to the room, Shen Zui didn't speak again.He didn't mention dinner either, as if he planned to hang out in the room alone.

Almost forgot.

Yan Mingyang has a family.

Of course he should go home for dinner.

Chen Zui hugged his knees, sitting on the window sill overlooking the bustling street.The river gradually darkened, and the lights on the other side also lit up.

Intoxicated, a little lonely and tired.He leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows, not knowing whether to cry or not.

After a while, the doorbell rang.

It was probably muddleheaded who called me to eat.

Shen Zui has no interest, lazily stepping on his slippers and walking to open the door.His hair was pressed a little upturned and looked disheveled.

The doorbell rang again.Shen Zui was impatient, he opened the door, "Why are you so anxious—"

Yan Mingyang outside the door was still as gorgeous as in the morning, he was a little surprised when he saw Shen Zui, "What's wrong?"

Shen Zui leaned on the door and was stunned.

"Aren't you going home for dinner?"

"How do you know?" Yan Mingyang was very surprised.

"........."

Shen Zui rubbed his nose, "I just sent the reporter away, and I ran into your driver downstairs."

Yan Mingyang nodded thoughtfully, "I heard you have an interview this afternoon, so I waited until now."

Intoxicated and a little dazed.He flicked his finger on the door, "Why are you waiting for me?"

"I called you to come home with me for dinner!" Yan Mingyang's face was taken for granted, and he was even a little puzzled by the intoxicated obsession.

Shen Zui couldn't help but opened his eyes wide, forgetting to hide it for a moment.

"I,"

"Leave me alone, Comrade Yan Ting probably has all the dishes ready." Yan Mingyang opened the door and walked in, then closed the door again, "Hurry up and put on a coat, I'll take you there to give him an early New Year greeting. "

"........."