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"Little Tu."

Yan Mingyang's voice came from the air outside the door, he was approaching.

Shen Zui subconsciously turned on the faucet on the sink, and the sound of splashing water filled the room, submerging the atmosphere just now.

Yan Mingyang knocked on the bathroom door, "Little Tu, are you in there?"

Shen Zui put down his sleeves, hurriedly splashed some water on his face, hummed before turning and opening the door.

"Huh?" Shen Zui opened the door and poked out a small head.

Yan Mingyang pushed the door open, squinting his eyes slightly, wondering if he was suspicious, "Why did you get up so early."

"I thought you were not feeling well." He stretched out his hand to test the temperature of his intoxicated forehead, and the furry bangs were disorderly and orderly, piercing the bottom of the heart, like a waking sting in early spring.

Shen Zui asked Yan Mingyang to rub his forehead expressionlessly, as if he hadn't woken up in a daze.

Yan Mingyang smiled, moved his thumb to wipe away the water droplets hanging from the tip of Shen Zui's nose, and said in a friendly tone, "Why didn't you wipe your face dry?"

Shen Zui gently pushed Yan Mingyang's arm, and turned his head as if embarrassed, "It's all your fault, why call me so well."

"I didn't see you when I woke up," Yan Mingyang sipped on Shen Zui's lips, "I'm always a little uneasy."

Shen Zui raised his eyes, and he could see a rare tenderness in Yan Mingyang's eyes, which shone with imperceptible fragility.

"I'm hungry." Shen Zui rubbed his stomach, "Is there any breakfast?"

There are some ingredients bought yesterday at home, Yan Mingyang found a mold in the kitchen strangely, and fried two poached eggs.

He also cooked some porridge with the rice cooker, referring to the instructions.

Shen Zui knew how to do these tasks, but was too lazy to do them.He leaned on the new sofa with peace of mind, and flipped through the script of "Under the Blue Sky".

In Yan Mingyang's plan, today is a "rest day".After breakfast, he was in charge of putting the dishes into the dishwasher and adding the dish cubes before finishing.

Coming out of the restaurant, Yan Mingyang saw Shen Zui crouching on the sofa.The huge floor-to-ceiling windows raised the curtains, and the sunlight that poured in carved a thin layer of light golden film on the room, and the brightest part fell on the drunken and trembling eyelashes.

With a calm expression and focused eyes, he was flipping through the scroll in his hand.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Mingyang stepped forward and sat down beside Shen Zui.

"Script." Shen Zui didn't lift his head, and slowly turned another page while speaking, "Dish is done?"

"........."

"The dishwasher is washing." Yan Mingyang said.

"Oh..." Shen Zui didn't pay much attention to the answer to this question, it was a random question.He read it seriously, and it took a while to realize that Yan Mingyang's gaze on him had not moved away, so he put down the script and turned his head, "Are you okay today?"

Through a layer of sweater, Yan Mingyang gently scratched his sunken waist, "I'm resting today, did you forget?"

"Oh..." Shen Zui blinked his eyes, as if he just remembered.

Yan Mingyang is not to blame for being intoxicated.He smiled and twitched his intoxicated chin, "Where do you want to go today? Or, play games?"

"Ah?" Shen Zui turned over the script again.He pursed his lips, opened his eyes and said innocently, "But I'm going to read the script today."

"........."

Shen Zui spoke seriously, and Yan Mingyang was stunned for a while before realizing that he was not joking.

Yan Mingyang never expected that intoxication at home had something to do.

Prior to this, Yan Mingyang's impression of Shenzui's work only stayed at filming on the set and attending events.

As for the effort behind this, Yan Mingyang didn't know the slightest bit.

But Shen Zui made it clear that he had to read the script today to prepare for the audition later, and Yan Mingyang couldn't stop him.

Most of Yan Mingyang's daily necessities are still in the former villa, and the bookshelves have not been moved.He had nothing to do, so he could only pick a few books at home that were still eye-catching, and sat beside Shen Zui, flipping through them absent-mindedly.

When he was intoxicated reading the script, he was very calm, he didn't mutter words, and there was no obvious emotional fluctuation on his face.

He is peaceful and has an inquiring spirit, as if he has stepped into a brand new world, exploring without haste.

The backlit side face is not as white and transparent as usual, but has a different texture in the shadows.Intoxication is beautiful and artistic, even the moment when he turned the page.

Yan Mingyang unknowingly half closed the book in his hand, staring at intoxicated for a long time.He thought of "Out of Temperature", of "Tassel", and of those characters who were achieved by intoxication.

Every story has its own essence, and directors with discerning eyes often choose to be intoxicated to be the embodiment of this "essence".

In this quiet and warm morning, another ignorant thought flashed through Yan Mingyang's mind.

If there was no Xia Rusen back then, what kind of life would Xiaotu have.

Before even getting a half-sentence answer to this question, Yan Mingyang swept it out instinctively and neatly.

Shen Zui held the script, got up from the sofa, and walked slowly towards the restaurant while reading.

"Would you like some water?" Yan Mingyang quickly put down his book and stood up, "Shall I pour it for you?"

"No, I just happened to take a walk." Xu Shi's thoughts fell elsewhere, and he even spoke a little slower than usual when he was intoxicated, revealing a kind of unintentional, extremely real coldness and a sense of distance.

Yan Mingyang didn't come forward again.He stood by the sofa, waiting for the intoxication to return.

After a while, Shen Zui took a few sips from the glass, then walked back to the living room, changed his position on the sofa and lay down.

"What script are you preparing today?" Yan Mingyang didn't seize the opportunity to have a good chat with Shen Zui until dinner.

I ate breakfast late, and intoxicated only ate a few broccoli and blueberries at noon, and read the script while eating.In exchange, he promised Yan Mingyang that he would have dinner today.

"Under the Blue Sky," Shen Zui said, "I seem to have mentioned it to you before."

"The one you met in Beijing?" Yan Mingyang thought for a while.

"Yes." Shen Zui took a spoonful of soup.

"Didn't I tell you not to rush to sign at that time?" Yan Mingyang was slightly dissatisfied with his failure to grasp the progress of Shen Zui's work in time, ""Lose Temperature" hasn't even been published yet."

"No sign." Shen Zui explained indifferently, "This is just a preliminary script, and there are still many things to discuss in the future."

Yan Mingyang was a little surprised, "Then you are so serious about preparing, are you not afraid of being in vain?"

Intoxicated paused.He raised his head and looked at Yan Mingyang for a while.

You are the one who let me go in vain.

Do you have the nerve to mention it?

But Yan Mingyang didn't react.

Shen Zui's heart sank a bit, but his face remained calm, "The auditions are always like this, it's just practice."

Maybe it's because I have spent two thrilling nights in a row, and tonight can only be regarded as a taste.

Yan Mingyang was quite qualified on the bed, Shen Zui commented impartially and harshly in his heart.

"That's right." After taking a shower, Yan Mingyang carried Shen Zui back to the bed as usual.His right arm supported the intoxicated naked legs, and the private and delicate skin at the base of the thighs aroused people's imagination.

"Why?" Intoxicated never used force where no force was needed.He put Yan Mingyang's arm, "What's the matter?"

Yan Mingyang did not speak immediately.He put Shenzui on the bed with great care, sat down for a moment, and said after making up his mind, "How do you think about the tattoo?"

Shen Zui went to see Elena before he quarreled with Yan Mingyang again, and it was even earlier when he thought about getting a tattoo.

He was stunned for a moment before remembering, seeing Yan Mingyang's tense and serious expression, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

If I refuse, what will happen to Yan Mingyang?

"Huh?" Yan Mingyang suffered from every second of intoxicated gaze.He is considered a person who remains unmoved when the mountain collapses in front of him. He tried again, "Don't remember?"

Shen Zui's eyeballs flicked and he pretended to exclaim, "Remember."

Yan Mingyang breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Chen Zui threw down the clothes he had just prepared to wear, and crawled two steps with his arms and legs facing Yan Mingyang.He seemed to feel relaxed, and made an undisguised posture, "I can get a tattoo, but you need to answer a question for me."

"What?" Yan Mingyang said immediately.

"The one on your back," Shen Zui pointed across the air, the fingertips still exuding the warmth of the fragrance, "What exactly is it?"

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I wrote R for 5 hours today, and finally output a NA(.