He is really fragrant after marrying a wealthy actor

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The moment this sentence was said, Gu Ling regretted it.

What kind of second-year speech is this, forget about it.

Standing in front of Qi Che, he didn't dare to turn his head to see Qi Che's reaction, so he froze and remained motionless.

Hearing the words, the boy who asked for WeChat immediately looked at him in surprise, and then at Qi Che, with a deadpan expression on his face:

"Hug, sorry."

The boy muttered, "I didn't know he was your boyfriend."

A string in Gu Ling's mind snapped.

What...boyfriend?

You can't talk nonsense, can you?Did you express this meaning yourself? ?

In addition, the young men and women watching the battle looked at each other, and immediately reacted, their expressions became embarrassed, and they talked and laughed to cover up:

"Ah, so that's how it is, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"No wonder, that one hundred years together lasts forever."

"Bless 99, wish 99..."

Gu Ling: "..."

no!You listen to my explanation!not like this!

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could make a sound, the group of young people hurriedly shoved and ran away together, leaving him alone in a mess.

With his half-raised hand hanging in the air, Gu Ling felt as if he was watching helplessly as the only chance of redemption passed through his fingertips and never looked back.

Gu Ling turned back a little bit, stopped halfway, and turned back immediately, not daring to face Qi Che face to face.

He walked a few steps towards the north with some stiff steps, and then turned around talking to himself: "No, it should be towards the south..."

Qi Che didn't say a word, and kept a reasonable distance behind him.

After walking more than 100 meters, passing by a lively breakfast stall, Gu Ling suddenly heard a faint voice behind him amidst the noisy cries of buns and fried dough sticks:

"Gu Ling, you..."

Gu Ling seemed to have been pressed some kind of switch, turned around in a whiz, raised the volume to suppress Qi Che's voice: "It was all nonsense just now, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to help you out, don't get me wrong..."

After talking a lot in one breath, Gu Ling's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he became silent.

Qi Che patiently waited for him to finish speaking, raised his hand to take off his sunglasses, and showed a calm expression: "I want to ask you if you want to have some breakfast."

Gu Ling: "..."

He sullenly said, "You didn't say it earlier."

Qi Che raised his eyebrows, as if expressing a shallow protest against his unreasonable behavior.

Gu Ling went to buy two buns, divided them into two bags, and threw one to Qi Che.

"If you're not used to it, don't eat it." Gu Ling couldn't help being naughty, "I'll go up the mountain and go back to the hotel in a while."

The handmade steamed stuffed buns in the small town are actually of the perfect type if you don’t pay attention to their hygiene. They are chubby and cute.

If you ignore the fact that the uncle boss didn't wear gloves when he took the buns.

Qi Che kept silent, carried the bun silently, and continued to walk forward.

Gu Ling took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, and glanced at Qi Che who was walking slightly in front of him to the left.

I don't know how he feels about the word "boyfriend"...?

Gu Ling felt that his current relationship with him was very strange. No matter what, they would become legal spouses in the future, and there was no need for the status of boyfriend to exist.

But it's not necessary, it's not necessary, Gu Ling had to admit that when he heard this term, a certain string in his mind that hadn't been plucked in two lifetimes throbbed as if he could perform an entire concert by himself.

After leaving the breakfast stalls and vegetable markets with relatively large crowds, Qi Che unskillfully pushed the buns from the small plastic bag to the mouth of the bag, pulled off the mask, and took a small bite.

Gu Ling secretly watched him eat the buns slowly from the corner of his eye, and there was nothing unusual about his expression, except that his movements were more reserved than his own.

It seems that after staying with me in a hotel with that kind of hygienic condition last night, most of my cleanliness has sublimated and disappeared.

Gu Ling lowered his head and scratched the corners of his eyes, a little embarrassed, the fact that he had to do it was too much trouble, and the trip to the mountains and the countryside probably made him lose his temper.

Following the instructions of the proprietress of the hotel and asking for directions appropriately, Gu Ling found Grandma Huang's home.

When he came to the entrance of the alley, Gu Ling looked around and saw that there were not many people coming and going, so he was a little relieved and turned around to give Qi Che instructions.

"You wait at the door, don't go in, if there is a little girl inside who recognizes you and has to ask you for a WeChat before she is willing to give me the painting, it will be embarrassing." Gu Ling ran the train full of words. I feel that what I said is a bit sour, it is really unreasonable.

He stretched out his hand and pulled up Qi Che's mask a little, wishing he could cover his eyes too.

Qi Che didn't say anything, and when he finished, he took out the bluetooth headset from his bag with one hand, and reached out with the other hand to brush the hair around Gu Ling's left ear.

The ear pinna felt slightly cold, and Gu Ling subconsciously tilted his head, but Qi Che withdrew his hand after inserting the earphones.

Gu Ling understood what he meant, lowered his head to operate the phone, matched and connected the Bluetooth headset, and murmured: "It's nothing, I didn't go in to fight, I washed my hands long ago..."

After connecting the earphones, Gu Ling dialed the WeChat number and looked up at Qi Che.

Qi Che answered the phone, stared at him with light eyebrows, and asked in a low voice, "Do you often fight?"

There was a delay between the sound in the earphones and the sound in reality, and the hoarse voice made Gu Ling's ears itch, and he took a moment to react: "No, very occasionally."

This statement is half-truth and half-false, and it is not a lie in essence. After all, when he was at this age, he was so true that he didn't cause much trouble.

Only in the last few years before his death in his previous life did he have conflicts with so many people in a desperate situation, and he often suffered injuries.Either it was drawn for myself, or it was for the price paid by others.

Qi Che didn't say anything more, and pointed to the old house, motioning for him to go in.

Gu Ling turned around and walked in. The doors of small courtyards in villages and towns are often not closed, and there is another one inside.

As soon as he opened the courtyard door, Gu Ling saw an old lady feeding chickens in the yard. The old man must have lost his hearing, so he didn't hear him open the door and come in.

Gu Ling looked around and saw that there was no one else, so he tentatively called out, "Grandma Huang?"

Maybe he should call grandma, but after hesitating for a while, he finally didn't say that.

The old man's reaction was a little slow, but he could still vaguely hear someone calling him, he answered, and turned his head tremblingly to look over.

Gu Ling stepped forward, took two steps and suddenly stopped.

The old man doesn't look too old, that is, he looks like he is in his 60s.

Gu Ling looked at her profile, and suddenly saw the shadow of his mother in his vague memory.

Like a thorn, it pricked gently in the bottom of my heart.

Gu Ling knew that this thorn had been there for a long time, and when he didn't think about it, he seemed to feel that it was empty.

But at some point, after a little touch, the familiar vague tingling sensation will remind him again that the thorn is still there and has never been really pulled out.

Grandma Huang narrowed her eyes, and slowly approached with the feed bowl: "You are..."

Gu Ling's lips were drawn into a line, and he whispered for a while, "My name is Gu Ling."

Grandma Huang's turbid eyes suddenly widened. After a while, the feed bowl in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and the feed inside was scattered all over the floor.

Grandma Huang raised her arms and hurried over, almost throwing herself into Gu Ling's arms: "You are Xiao Ling? Are you? You actually..."

Grandma Huang hugged his arm tightly, trying to describe his face carefully: "Yes...you have exactly the same eyebrows and eyes as your mother..."

The old lady's eyes were filled with tears, and the wrinkles on her face were full of traces of suffering and sourness.

Gu Ling was pulled by her arm, his upper body stretched straight, and he broke free bit by bit very slowly: "Grandma Huang, I want to come and get my mother's painting."

This appellation seemed to bring the old lady back to reality, and her complexion was even uglier than crying. It was an extremely indescribable sadness, and even a little bit of panic.

"Yes, yes, I don't deserve you to call me grandma." Grandma Huang turned around slowly, her hands shaking uncontrollably, "She said back then that she would never recognize me as a mother again..."

Grandma Huang bent her body, stopped and turned to look at Gu Ling: "Come in, I'll give you the painting."

Gu Ling stood where he was, watching her withered body dejectedly walk into the main room, feeling empty under her feet.

The yard is very quiet, only the clucking of chickens.

From the bluetooth headset in the ear, there was a very faint sound of breathing.

Gu Ling was reminded by the shallow breathing that there was still someone waiting for him outside.

This awareness made him feel that the sense of emptiness dissipated a little.

He took a deep breath, calmed his breathing, and followed the old lady into the main room.

Grandma Huang had already taken out the painting, rubbing it vigorously in her hands.

Gu Ling approached slowly from behind her, and finally saw the painting and the person on it face to face for the first time.

The picture frame is a bit old, but the glass on which the picture is mounted has been wiped clean, and the mottled scratches on it can be seen clearly.

The one in the painting is a little boy, who looks to be only about ten years old, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, which doesn't look like himself in Gu Ling's eyes.

If it weren't for the light red tear mole in exactly the same position, it would be difficult for him to associate himself with this image when he was a child.

Grandma Huang turned her back to Gu Ling, holding the painting in her arms, as if she was touching a treasure that was about to be lost, and wanted to leave the last touch.

Gu Ling took the painting from her hand and saw a few teardrops falling on the glass of the frame.

He raised his eyes, his eyes were calm, and he said softly: "Thank you, I'm leaving."

Gu Ling turned to leave, and heard Grandma Huang's trembling voice behind her: "Wait! Xiao Ling, do you have a photo of your mother, one is fine, give me a thought..."

Gu Ling stopped in his tracks and remained silent for a long time, his voice was strangely difficult:

"No."

"The last chance, I didn't give her a shot."

He left the main room with the painting, and when he walked into the yard, he saw a man coming in who had just finished his farm work.

"Mom? What is this for?" The man rushed up with a rough voice, saw the painting in Gu Ling's hand, and asked, "Sold it? How much did it cost?"

Grandma Huang leaned against the door and shouted loudly, "Shut up!! This is your nephew!"

The man looked at Gu Ling, wiped the sweat off his face, and said with a smile, "Hey, I still have such a delicate nephew."

Gu Ling glanced at him, Zhang Yang's brows and eyes were full of boredom, and he continued walking without saying a word.

"Stop." The man yelled, "You didn't take it for nothing, did you? That's not okay, my damn old lady paid for this painting, you can't take it away for free."

Gu Ling stopped in his tracks: "How much is it?"

The man's eyes moved: "At least fifty thousand!"

Gu Ling twitched the corner of his mouth, knowing that in his concept, 5 yuan was an astronomical figure, which was an obvious extortion.

He turned around, tilted his head, and said mockingly, "Is it worth [-] yuan if you sell you?"

The man was furious: "Why did you talk to your uncle, huh? Oh, you don't have money, are you okay? The one standing at the alley looks quite rich, you look for him..."

Gu Ling raised his eyes suddenly, with a knife in his eyebrows: "You dare to try his idea."

The man consciously pinched his lifeline, and weighed the hoe in his hand: "You two skinny and tender, do you want to fight with me?"

Gu Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart pounding.

He heard a slightly hurried low voice from the bluetooth headset: "Gu Ling, don't do anything."

Gu Ling gritted his back teeth, and cursed in a low voice: "You idiot, maybe you want to give money, just dreaming!"

Qi Che heard a loud clattering sound inside and the sound of a man grunting in pain, and immediately rushed into the alley. Before he reached the door of Grandma Huang's house, he saw Gu Ling holding a large picture frame without looking back. He rushed out, grabbed his arm and ran away.

Gu Ling heard the whistling of the wind, and as he ran, he realized that the long legs beside him ran in front of him again.

Qi Che gave a short order through the earphones: "Get in the car."

Gu Ling was startled, and stopped, where is the car?

He rolled his eyes around, and he really saw the familiar silver-gray Rolls-Royce commercial vehicle on the main road at the entrance of the town.

"Reliable!" Gu Ling shouted.

After getting into the car, Gu Ling relaxed and gasped for breath.

The car drove up the road up the mountain, Gu Ling looked out of the car window, but saw no one chasing him.

Qi Che was sitting on the seat next to him, and had already taken off his sunglasses and mask. There were some fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but his breathing was very steady, and there was no heavy panting like his.

Gu Ling glanced at him, thinking silently that after returning home, he should also exercise and improve his heart and lung function.

After finally regaining his breath, the Rolls-Royce was already driving smoothly on the winding road to the crew hotel. The gentle and long fresh air conditioner circulated in the car, making Gu Ling, who had just fought with a rude hooligan, feel as if he had been in a lifetime.

Gu Ling glanced at Qi Che, thinking that it was necessary to explain: "Just kicked down, it shouldn't get in the way, he's just a showman, he didn't dare to really fight with me, he didn't even touch me."

"They are indeed my mother's natal family, but my mother broke off the relationship a long time ago. When she was 17 years old, they wanted to sell her for a gift money. She ran away and never went back. Later, she met my father. It’s only been a dozen years since my birthday.”

He didn't say anything about it, for example, in order to be able to marry his mother, his father turned against the Gu family, and the two eloped to a strange city, relying on their own ability to open a studio, start a family, and gave birth to him.

But everything was gone, all his beautiful and stable life was shattered on the road between the sea of ​​rapeseed flowers that day.

He felt that if he told the following things, he would inevitably talk about himself.

He didn't want to, and didn't dare to touch this part of his memories.

After hearing what he said, Qi Che just said: "You don't need to explain these things."

He turned his head to look at the man with disheveled hair beside him, stretched out his hand to press down the miscellaneous hair on his head, and said softly: "I said, no matter what you do, there must be a reason for you."

Gu Ling lowered his head, feeling him smoothing his hair, and choked.

Indeed, even when he beat his own father, he could firmly believe that he had a reason, let alone now.

Gu Ling tilted his head to prevent him from moving his hair, and said in a muffled nasal voice: "I also said, don't trust others easily, you will suffer."

Qi Che smiled lightly: "Then I'll just trust you easily."

Gu Ling lowered his head, feeling annoyed.

This person is really annoying. At one moment, he looks like an idol drama insulator, and at another moment, he makes people feel that he has learned everything without a teacher and is starting an idol drama on the spot.

Sending people up and down is like a roller coaster ride.

Because I left early, the road up the mountain was smooth, and I returned to the crew hotel within four or ten minutes.

After he came back, Qi Che's aura was a little different, and he returned to that indifferent look of avoiding strangers again.

In the past, Gu Ling thought that he was too mentally obsessed with cleanliness and a little unconsciously cold, but now he thinks that he just entered the working state of a robot to devote himself to the shooting.

Although his expression was cold, Gu Ling always felt that he was actually enjoying the filming process.

Qi Che went to change costumes and then rushed to the set, while Gu Ling took the picture frame back to the hotel first.

When the painting was shaken, the interlayer could be clearly felt inside the frame. Gu Ling did not take apart the frame in a hurry, but put it away properly first.

It should be the manuscript that he has been looking for for more than ten years. When it was really possible to come to him, he didn't have such a strong urge to see it with his own eyes, but he was a little afraid to open it.

It happened that the environment of the crew was chaotic, and if it was opened, it might be lost, so he planned to take it home and then dismantle it.

The weather is getting hotter, but fortunately, the temperature on the mountain is more comfortable. After a week of continuous filming, the crew is about to change scenes.

On the last day, the scene was filmed here, and after work was over at night, the crew had a meal together on the mountain.

Because fire is not allowed on the mountain, the crew found a farmhouse halfway up the mountain, and ordered a lot of food and wine from the town.

Zhang Chen didn't think it was enough, so he secretly ordered a batch of custom-made wine from the bar he often drank, and specially took two bottles of the most vigorous ones, one for himself and one for Gu Ling.

Gu Ling carried the wine bottle and walked to the open space on the mountainside outside the farmhouse. Beyond that, there was an unfathomably dark mountain valley. Looking up, there was a full moon and a bright night sky.

"The manuscript has been obtained, and it can be regarded as a solution to your concern." Zhang Chen drank half a bottle, and squinted his eyes comfortably, "Talk about it, this is also a coincidence, if it didn't happen that we came here to take pictures, Aunt Xu would not be able to do it. This Douyin, I can’t see the painting.”

Gu Ling sat on a rock in front of the col, and opened the wine bottle, thinking that it wasn't just a coincidence.

If it wasn't because he chose to join the crew of "Dust Rise" this time, everything after that would not have happened, so it can be regarded as a change of fate brought about by his own active choice.

Gu Ling raised his neck and took a few sips. He was a little startled by the intensity, and turned to look at Zhang Chen: "Is your wound healed? Dare to drink like this."

Zhang Chen didn't care much: "It's a big deal, I'm going to be strong, young people recover quickly, it's nothing, most people don't have my physique."

Gu Ling rolled his eyes at him, drank two more sips of wine, squinted slightly to look at the bright moon hanging above his head, and blurted out: "Qi Che's physique is stronger than yours, and the wound healed within a week or two..."

"Ah?" Zhang Chen was a little confused, "What wound?"

Gu Ling stopped talking suddenly, almost forgetting that no one in the crew knew about Qi Che's back injury.

"It's nothing, you heard it wrong." Gu Ling said perfunctorily.

Zhang Chen refused: "I clearly heard..."

Gu Ling lowered his eyes and saw the bottomless pitch-black mountain, trying to divert his attention: "Guess, what's under this mountain?"

Zhang Chen looked in the direction of his finger, blinked, and was successfully led astray: "This posture must be a bit of a thousand-year-old demon or something."

He leaned forward and shrank back in fright: "Seriously, have you ever heard of a theory?"

Gu Ling swallowed the wine in his mouth, raised his eyebrows and eyes: "Huh?"

Zhang Chen said: "That is to say, when standing on such a high place, there is danger in front of you. People often don't want to retreat, but have the urge to jump."

Gu Ling was silent, and said for a while, "Maybe."

Zhang Chen got up, pulled his arm, and said with a smile: "So it's better for us to stay away, and be careful not to jump down on impulse."

"I don't know how to dance." Gu Ling laughed out loud, pushed his arm away, and dangled the wine bottle in his hand, "I haven't finished my work yet, so if I want to dance, I have to finish it before dancing."

Seeing his indifferent tone, Zhang Chen frowned slightly, and his smile disappeared: "Don't keep saying such things, there are still many interesting things in this world, and you can't finish them."

Gu Ling lowered his eyes and remained silent.

After a long while, he sighed, looked at the distant moon, and said in a low voice pretending to be deep: "That's different, some things must be done, and some things are not."

Such as studios, such as manuscripts, such as the real estate that should be brought back originally belonged to parents.

Seeing that Zhang Chen's expression was not quite right, Gu Ling patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Why, did I scare you?"

Zhang Chen glared at him, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief: "Fuck, don't make such a fucking joke, I'm very fragile and can't stand being scared."

Gu Ling touched the wine bottle with him, drank a few sips, and joked, "Who made me alone without any worries, if I don't, then..."

Zhang Chen suddenly saw a person coming from the other side of the night.

"Teacher Qi?" He saw who was coming and called out.

Before Gu Ling finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, and the subtle movement of shaking the wine bottle was also abruptly stopped.

Qi Che glanced at the back of the head that suddenly froze, and then looked at Zhang Chen: "Director Zheng is looking for you."

"Okay, I'll go now." Zhang Chen turned his head to look at Gu Ling, his eyes were faintly worried, "Don't give me a shit, just go back."

Gu Ling sent him away: "You go, I'll talk to Teacher Qi."

Zhang Chen was startled, and just about to wonder what you guys have to talk about, when he met Qi Che's cold eyes, he didn't dare to say anything, and left the scene quickly.

Gu Ling stood where he was, and swallowed unnaturally.

What's going on, why does he feel nervous.

The sound of footsteps stepping through the sparse weeds came from behind, getting closer.

Gu Ling turned his head sideways, looking at Qi Che who came over and stood beside him.

The lines of his side face were as perfect as if they had been carved. When he was expressionless, he was as pale as snow and as cold as ice.

Gu Ling suddenly realized that just looking at him from such a close distance, he would subconsciously breathe lightly, for fear of disturbing anything.

Obviously, I have stared at this distance many times, but I still can't help but break my halberd again and again.

Qi Che suddenly turned his face and lowered his eyes to look at him.

Gu Ling's expression changed, and he subconsciously avoided his gaze.

"Want to dance?"

Qi Che's voice melted into the night mountain wind.

"Of course... I don't want to." When he said this just now, he just took it as a joke, but now that he knew that Qi Che had heard it, he immediately stopped joking, "I said nonsense, how could it be possible."

His explanation was a little flustered, and then it didn't feel convincing.

"Let's go, let's go." Gu Ling wanted to prove his words with actions, so he took a few steps back, trying to pull his sleeves to pull him over.

Qi Che turned around at this moment, avoiding Gu Ling's outstretched hand, and took a step forward facing him.

Gu Ling stayed where he was, and leaned his upper body back slightly, looking up at Qi Che who suddenly pulled into the distance.

Qi Che lowered his eyes to look at him, and saw that the corners of his eyes were blushing due to alcohol, and the corners of his lips were still stained with traces of alcohol, so he raised his hand to gently wipe it away, rubbing it lightly with his fingertips.

"Don't forget, there is me."

Gu Ling was in a daze when he heard these words.

He raised his head and opened his mouth in confusion: "What..."

Qi Che stood against the moonlight, most of his face was hidden in the shadows, but Gu Ling could still see the half-melted snow in his brows and eyes, half tender and half awe-inspiring.

"I said, don't forget." Qi Che's clear and shallow voice had a rare hint of aggression, "You still have a boyfriend."

Gu Ling's breathing stopped for a moment, he looked into Qi Che's eyes, and saw the deep determination in them.

After a few seconds, this certainty slowly faded away again, Qi Che lightly pursed his thin lips, withdrew the message and re-entered:

"Candidate boyfriend."

The author says:

Look at the wronged child