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After Shen Zui finished speaking, he stopped talking about Yan Mingyang.He immersed himself in picking out the game cartridge.

Yan Mingyang looked at Shen Zui carefully, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Then..." After a while, he said, "Did I go to the movies?"

Shen Zui hummed without raising his head.

"I'll buy some broccoli and bring it back." Yan Mingyang walked to the hanger beside him and took off his coat.He walked towards the door while wearing it, still paying attention to the intoxicated expression.

"Okay." Shen Zui should have chosen the game to play, half-kneeled up and moved to the console, "That's right."

"Huh?" Yan Mingyang just took out the key from his pocket.The door was previously locked by him from the outside, and he had to use a key to open the door to go out from the house.

"Remember to lock the door," Shen Zui said, "You can't let me run away."

"........."

"Be good at home." Yan Mingyang simply opened the door with the key and walked out without hiding it.

Shen Zui didn't bother to reply a word.

Yan Mingyang stood outside the door, turned around and saw that Shen Zui was still studying the host with his head down, seemingly very focused.

He pursed his lips, said nothing more, closed the door and locked it with the key again.

Then, Yan Mingyang turned and left.

"Out of Temperature" is about to start, and this time he doesn't want to be late.

As soon as Yan Mingyang left, Shen Zui heard the door slam shut, and immediately got up from the ground.

He put down the cassette and walked around this strange house.

There are not many traces of life here, presumably Yan Mingyang seldom lives here.

Most of the furniture and decorations are very new, perhaps bought recently.

There are unwashed dishes in the dishwasher, probably forgotten.

...

There was no one around, a graceful and complacent smile escaped from the tip of the nose and lips intoxicated.

Yan Mingyang must have panicked when he found me knocking on the door this morning.

I was so panicked that I even forgot to wash the dishes.

Shen Zui smoothly pressed the button of the dishwasher, and walked back to the living room lightly.He picked out a 3A game cassette and opened the curtains to the most comfortable position.

Yan Mingyang seldom watches movies.

He has no interest in useless information and redundant emotions, and prefers to read books during occasional breaks.

It is undeniable that Yan Mingyang, like many wealthy and highly educated people, has an unconscious arrogance.

In theory, they respect all walks of life, but it is absolutely impossible to condescend to understand them equally.

Yan Mingyang walked to the entrance of the cinema, and at the ticket office stood a large roll-up banner for the promotion of "Insomnia", with an intoxicated profile on it.

From time to time, there are audiences taking pictures together.Yan Mingyang listened with his ears pricked up while picking up the tickets. Many of them were intoxicated movie fans.

The projects invested by Yan Mingyang have made many actors popular.But in his eyes, "actor" and "star" are just another form of product.

When Shenzui is Yan Mingyang's lover, he is priceless and unique;

But when Shen Zui returned to work and appeared as an actor, it was difficult for Yan Mingyang to get rid of his habitual thinking.

The lateness at the premiere probably stemmed from this.

The machine printed out the movie tickets, and Yan Mingyang couldn't help being irritable when he thought about the past.He frowned, picked up the ticket and walked towards the ticket gate.

Be sure to take a serious look today.

Go back and write a film review, maybe Xiaotu will be happy.

During the Spring Festival, the theater is almost full.Yan Mingyang bought the tickets late, and the location was not very good, and the view was more than a star and a half worse than that at the premiere.

"Out of Temperature" opened, and the hall was darkened.In the title, Yan Mingyang saw his name flash past.The little girl next to him just finished swiping her phone, pressed the black phone screen and raised her head.

From the beginning to the end, the music gradually eased.The background sound of the river hitting the shore was clean and crisp, what Yan Mingyang imagined was the thick and warm sunset water, but the screen was foggy and gray.

"The leading role is intoxicated"

Yan Mingyang heard the little girl beside her take a deep breath.

The title is still going on, and the content that Yan Mingyang doesn't care about, such as the director and screenwriter, is being broadcast.He glanced at the little girl next to him, and found that she had a focused face, pious eyes, holding her breath, and couldn't help but cling to the handrail.

Yan Mingyang suddenly remembered how intoxicated he was when he opened the secret door this morning and sat on the table calmly eating an apple.

Intoxication is like a carambola, it is different from every angle.Yan Mingyang only remembered the impression in his heart, and never looked at it seriously.

Xiao Tu is the poor little guy who can call Yan Mingyang's brother, and Shen Zui is a magnificent actor with many admirers.

Not only was he not afraid of Yan Mingyang, he would even take the initiative to walk into Yan Mingyang's cage, bargain, and wait for the opportunity to bite him to death.

When the feature film started, Yan Mingyang quickly stopped his chaotic thoughts and concentrated his attention.

"Can people freeze to death in the summer?" The river was surging on the screen, and a sharp and unrecognizable voice sounded out of the noisy voices.

Under the riverside where people come and go, there is a corner that is cramped and deserted.

Pei Yan didn't know what he was thinking, but Shen Zui's face was shot in the first shot.

Shen Zui's face was thin and powerful, and his wheat-colored skin revealed an unyielding stubbornness.His eyes are river water, indifferent but lonely, his lips are a little cracked.

"If you lose temperature, you will freeze to death," he said calmly, "what's the use in summer."

Yan Mingyang was startled suddenly.Sitting in the movie theater crowded with spectators, he seemed to have returned to Qi City in that year in an instant.

Not when he was with Xiaotu, but after he left and Xiaotu was left alone.

What does such a bustling city have to do with Xiaotu?

Yan Mingyang vaguely remembered the plot of the second half of "Out of Temperature", and it still seemed to be the first time he had watched this movie.

All he knew before were mechanical, cold stories.Intoxicated, the characters played by Intoxicated, and the entire movie are just "products".

Missing three 10 minutes is equivalent to missing an entire movie.

Yan Mingyang slowly realized that it was a real person.He had a strong empathy for the intoxication on the screen, pity, sympathy, grief... all kinds of strong emotions surged out of his heart, he even wanted to catch Pei Yan who wrote the script, and asked him why he let "Intoxicated" experienced so much suffering.

But movies are brutal.Just when Yan Mingyang couldn't extricate himself, the film ended neatly, with a long meaning.

The movie hall was lit up again, and the noisy conversation around him knocked Yan Mingyang out of the play and back to reality.

He waited silently in his seat for the film to finish, and he couldn't avoid realizing that his guilt for being intoxicated was far stronger than he imagined.

This is not because Yan Mingyang has high morals, but because he really hurt Xiaotu deeply.

Empathy is always a false proposition if the knife doesn't cut yourself.Yan Mingyang slowed down for a while before numbly standing up.

The ending song is playing on the screen, and next to the rolling credits are sideshows and the studio MV.

Yan Mingyang vaguely felt that the singer looked familiar, and it took him a while to remember that at the annual reunion last year, Xiao Tu was bullied in full view, and the singer stood up to speak for him.

The little girl sitting beside Yan Mingyang hasn't left either.She seemed to be crying, joking with her best friend, half-truthfully touching the red-eyed Shen Zui on the poster brochure, "Xiao Zui don't cry, mom loves you."

Yan Mingyang: "..."

Yan Mingyang was worried, but he never forgot to buy broccoli.When he came back to his senses, he felt that the self just now was a bit ridiculous, and he was actually aroused by a made-up story.

It's so naive, it's almost irrational.

He chose a few broccoli with good quality, and while laughing at himself in his heart, he thought to himself:

So many people in this world like to be intoxicated, I must treat him better.

Otherwise, he would pick the lock and run away in minutes.

...

After buying the broccoli, Yan Mingyang walked home.When passing the bookstore at the crossroads, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the children's collection of Li Bai's poems on sale.

Yan Mingyang often passed this road, but every time he was sitting in the car, the street view could not even enter his eyes.

Yan Mingyang just satirized himself who was emotional for the movie, when he saw this collection of poems, he was taken aback.He subconsciously clenched the mouth of the plastic bag, his face flushed with guilt.

Yan Mingyang was a teenager, although he was more mature and rational than his peers, there were times when he was touched by reading and felt sad for the ancients.

His brain was sensible at the time, but his emotions and conscience were not dead.

At least he retains the ability to be moved, and he will not be arrogant and arrogant to dismiss it or find it ridiculous.

Xiao Tu likes it, will it be me?

Yan Mingyang stood in front of the bookstall for a while, then left with broccoli.

In order to keep the locked door, Yan Mingyang went home through the secret door from the opposite side.

He opened the secret door, and saw Shen Zui sitting on the floor, pressing the handle attentively.

The scene is so harmonious that it doesn't look like captivity, but like cohabitation.

"Did you buy the broccoli?" Shen Zui finished a level before he noticed that Yan Mingyang had returned.

"I bought it." Yan Mingyang raised the plastic bag in his hand.He pursed his lips, looking forward to intoxicated asking himself about the movie.

"Oh." Shen Zui didn't seem to have thought of it at all.He directed Yan Mingyang, "Put the broccoli in the freezer, I'm not hungry yet."

The intoxicated nature made Yan Mingyang feel uneasy.Obviously he is the one in control of the situation, but Shen Zui feels at ease as if he holds the initiative.

Yan Mingyang put the broccoli in the refrigerator.Smart and perceptive, he quickly realized what the problem was.

Intoxicated is fearless because he knows that Yan Mingyang can't really do anything to him.

He Yan Mingyang is just the most ordinary drop of water among the countless people in the world who love Shen Zui. He doesn't care about his strong net worth, superior appearance and proud talent.

"What are you doing?" Shen Zui continued to play the game for another hour before feeling a little hungry.He got up from the ground and found that Yan Mingyang was sitting on the sofa behind him tapping on the computer.

"I'm writing a movie review for you." Yan Mingyang ate breakfast late.After watching the movie, he didn't care about anything else, so he put down the broccoli and started writing non-stop.

It's just that I was intoxicated and found out now.

"Film critic?" Shen Zui originally thought that Yan Mingyang was at work, but was taken aback when he heard that.

"Yeah." Yan Mingyang said seemingly unintentionally, "I haven't finished writing it yet, do you want to read it?"

This film review is sincere in emotion and sincere in words, Yan Mingyang almost showed the energy of writing college entrance examination composition and reading comprehension.

Shen Zui poured a glass of water, walked over suspiciously, leaned lazily on the sofa, hooked his hands, "Bring it."

Yan Mingyang is self-reliant and talented, and he has rarely met people who are more efficient in studying and working than him since he was a child.He couldn't help but pretended to be calm and passed the computer over, "Here. I saw a few movie reviews attached to the report yesterday, and I think it's normal."

Shen Zui did not respond to Yan Mingyang's words.While sipping water, he browsed through movie reviews and frowned from time to time.

"Tsk."

Yan Mingyang pretended to get up to pull the curtains, but actually paid attention to Shen Zui's movements, "Finished?"

"Yeah." Shen Zui put down the computer, got up and went to the kitchen to cook broccoli, "70 points, average."

"........."

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Because it has been too long, some sisters may not remember it. As mentioned earlier, Yan Mingyang’s favorite poem is Li Bai’s, but I can’t remember the specifics. .