But he said he loves me [Entertainment]

Speak up when you have something to say, don't hide it.

In fact, this is really just a very normal question.

In particular, Ji Pingyu seems to still have old feelings for that "first love".

But the person who asked the question was notoriously cold in the circle.

And after asking this question, the hut fell silent for some reason.

An unspeakable atmosphere spread in the air, Ji Pingyu raised his eyebrows, and casually used the privilege of "this is already the second question", without answering whether he didn't complain.

Liang Buyuan didn't have any special mood swings, he just hummed.

Ji Pingyu took a sip of the already cold water, thinking about whether it was cold or not, it was still the same as six years ago.

The sense of security is so weak that it is a headache.

In the past, he knew the reason, and it was nothing more than the most practical problem lying between the two of them.At that time, Ji Pingyu knew about it, but pretended not to know, he never pointed it out, and he never said anything special to comfort him.

Because he knew that he didn't have that qualification.

It's not that the relationship between the two is not in place, but that he is not qualified to say anything because he was born into a wealthy family.

But now...

Ji Pingyu was a little confused.

He has been paying attention to Liangbuyuan all these years, watching him make his debut, and with his musical talent, he became popular all over the country overnight.

I have also seen the work schedule posted by his agent. There are 360 ​​and 360 days in the year, and [-] and [-] days are scheduled. It was not until he won the Golden Melody Award that the full schedule finally disappeared.

The clothes and watches on Liang Buyuan were not bought by him himself, they were given by his endorsement. Ji Pingyu could tell at a glance that these were the brands he endorsed.

He was still the same as ever, not much of a spender, so he must have saved a lot.

His current status is no longer that poor student who lived in a tube building back then.

After that, several people played the game repeatedly, and when the time was almost up, the program team also announced the end of the recording.

It's just that there are still a few cameras in the corridor and living room, in case any material can be recorded.

Everyone took their mobile phones and went back to their rooms.

After all, it was getting late, it was past nine o'clock.

And this also means that Ji Pingyu and Liang Buyuan will continue to be alone.

Still in the same room.

Ji speaks out the excitement with his words.

We haven't seen each other for six years, and we slept in the same room on the first day we reunited, and I don't know if we should be lucky to have two beds.

"You wash first."

Just when Ji Pingyu was still looking at the two beds separated by a nightstand, Liang Buyuan's cold voice sounded behind him unexpectedly.

He paused instinctively.

Over the years, Ji Pingyu has made up a lot of novels, and has a different impression of these three characters.

Therefore, he couldn't help but look up at Liang Buyuan.

As if aware of his silence, Liang Buyuan slightly tilted his head: "?"

"fine."

Ji Pingyu thought that he was still as pure and innocent as before, which was good.

He wasn't shy either, he opened the suitcase, took his clothes and was about to take a shower.

He always wears disposable underwear when he goes out, so he doesn't have to worry about where such private things are exposed.

It was after Ji Pingyu came out of the shower, with a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, he found that his quilt had been moved, and Liang Buyuan was not in the room, so he didn't know what to do.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, walked over to lift the quilt and sat down, stunned for a while.

Because the hut is made of wooden boards, it is a bit hard, but now Ji Pingyu sits on it, and it is much softer, and he can obviously feel that the bottom of his buttocks is much thicker.

Ji Pingyu lifted up the sheet and took a look, only to find that there were two soft quilts under it.

Ji paused for a while.

It really has changed a lot.

I didn't take care of people before.

He had just put down the bed sheet when he saw Liang Buyu open the door and come in with a hair dryer in his hand.

Needless to say, Ji Pingyu knew who the hair dryer was borrowed from.

Ji Pingyu is a bit of a clean freak, as long as it is hot, he will wash his hair and take a shower every day.

But after washing his hair, he didn't bother to blow it. He only went to bed after it dried naturally.

Liang Buyuan walked up to him silently, plugged in the plug, knelt down beside his legs, looked up at him: "Can I blow your hair?"

Ji Pingyu originally wanted to say that he could come by himself.

After six years of not seeing each other, he was a little unaccustomed to these physical contact.

Hope to catch a cold and not complain about those eyes that are as deep as two whirlpools, which can suck him in. When the words come to his mouth, the ghosts will become: "Aren't your legs numb when you squat? Bring a chair."

Liangbuyuan went immediately.

Or the little chair at noon.

Seeing the coolness but not complaining, Ji Pingyu wanted to sit on a short chair and dry his hair, Ji Pingyu was a little puzzled: "Wouldn't your hands be sore while sitting here holding the hair dryer?"

He gestured for Liang Buyuan to get up: "Sit on the bed."

Liang Buyuan moved, but said in a low voice: "I want to look at you."

Ji stopped with words.

As if resigned to his fate, he sat on the small chair facing the bed: "Is it alright?"

Liang Buyuan hummed lightly again.

It's normal to put hair-drying in a hair salon, and it's barely ok to put it between father and son, but it's a bit awkward and ambiguous to put it on two unrelated big men.

Especially since their relationship is still so unclear.

Being patted on the head doesn't feel much during the day, but it has to be recalled in the middle of the night when it is daydream.

For example, Liang Buyuan always likes to pinch the back of his head and kiss him.

Ji Pingyu couldn't bear such lingering, so he spoke first: "Do you say it first or should I say it first?"

He's not the type to leave misunderstandings open.

There are still two unresolved issues between him and Liang Buyuan.

At noon, he was too sleepy and really didn't have much energy. Now it's different.

Liang Buyuan told Ji Pingyu his choice with an answer: "When I refused you to come to play with me, my mother was very ill, and she had mental problems, so she didn't speak very well."

His tone was light, as if he was telling someone else's story, but when it came to Ji Pingyu, his natural voice was cold, as if blown by a warm hair dryer, with an imperceptible tenderness: " I don't want you to have any emotions."

Not to mention that after Ji Pingyu was scolded by his mother, he would in turn comfort him by telling him not to get angry with his mother, and comfort him that his mother was only because of a generation gap.

Liang Buyuan hated the self who put Ji Pingyu between him and his mother.

"And you."

Ji Pingyu was silent for a moment.

Liang Buyuan looked down at him, his deep voice was a little blurred by the hum of the hair dryer: "Ji Pingyu, you said it before."

Speak up when you have something to say, don't hide it.

Though neither of them made it six years ago.

"I……"

Ji Pingyu paused, then smiled: "I don't know where to start right now."

Liang Buyuan noticed that his smile was in a very subtle arc.

It was something he had never seen before, as if he was used to being perfunctory and born in order to cope with the looseness and nature.

Liang Buyuan's hand holding the hair dryer tightened, but the hand passing through his hair was softer: "I ask, you answer?"

Ji Pingyu raised his eyes in surprise: "Xinger."

He wanted to laugh a little, curious about how Liang Bukui's character, who had to be funny in order to hold back a few words, would change after six years: "Ask."

Liang Bukui didn't ask at noon because he thought there was probably no need to ask.

Ji Tingwan loves Ji Pingyu very much, and Ji Pingyu is very good at communication, so he can get along well in any place. Tianji's family has a great career, which is completely different.

But now he felt the need.

"Six years, how have you been?"

Ji Pingyu paused.

He actually thought about how he would answer this question if he met Liang Buyuan and asked him this question in the opening line of an idol drama.

He thought he would say, "Of course, after all, my brother is rich, and I just follow behind my brother's ass and wait for him to send the money. It's very comfortable."

But when Liang Buyuan actually asked, Ji Pingyu realized that he couldn't say that.

He moved his lips, afraid that he couldn't help it, so he bowed his head first.

Ji Pingyu's forehead was pressed against Liang Buyuan's knee, and the arched back at this moment stripped a little bit of the fragility that had been hidden in his heart for many years: "It's not good."

The boy who has always been strong, even in front of his own family, is always used to using light jokes to cover up his truest emotions.

Because Ji Pingyu is too precocious and sensible, he knows how tired his brother is, and he doesn't want Ji Tingwan to distract him too much.

So Ji Pingyu is used to taking charge of the overall situation at a relatively young age no matter where he is.

No matter how tired and miserable he was, he gritted his teeth and dealt with it by himself, never bothering others.

But when he came to Liang Buyuan, those emotions that were suppressed in his heart emerged bit by bit for no reason——

At noon, he wanted to complain to Liang Buyuan, but he didn't know what to say.

Six years.

During the six years of being away alone, Ji Pingyu forgot how to speak.

But after hearing these two words, Liang Buyuan's movements were a little sluggish.

He rubbed Ji Pingyu's head by blowing his hair.

It was such an action that opened Ji Pingyu's emotional gap.

"It's not good at all abroad."

"The food isn't good, the people aren't fun, and they're xenophobic—I got into a fight with a bunch of idiots on the tenth day I was there."

Liang Buyuan's breathing was a little heavy, and his tone was also a little heavy: "Does it hurt?"

"I still remember." Ji Pingyu closed his eyes: "That was not the only fight."

He really did it many, many times afterwards.

Liang Buyuan's palm covered his hair: "Didn't you tell your brother?"

Ji Pingyu sighed: "My brother was only 31 at that time."

He said: "At the age of 31, I want to take over such a big company. I can't wait to use 1 minute every day. I really can't do it and let him distract me."

Yes.

This is Ji Pingyu.

Liang Bukuan caressed his soft hair and twisted the water on the tip of his hair, his emotions were suppressed to the extreme.

If he was even a little bit more powerful, as long as he was able to protect Ji Pingyu earlier, Ji Pingyu would not be wronged like this.

"Then why go abroad?"

Ji Pingyu was silent again.

Liang Buyuan feels that there are too many articles and stories here, and he really wants to know, but if Ji Pingyu is unwilling to tell...

Then let's not talk about it.

Liang Buyuan looked down at his thin white neck exposed in front of his eyes, thinking.

As long as Ji Pingyu won't leave him, he won't let him go.

The rest doesn't matter.

But Ji Pingyu moved and raised his head from his knee.

He looked at him, reached out and grabbed his hand, and turned off the hair dryer with his fingers.

The moment Liang Buyuan's hand was covered by him, some unspeakable emotions were growing in his heart, trying to pollute his reason.

However, Ji Pingyu looked at him with straight eyes, as if hiding an invitation letter that Liang Buyuan was willing to exchange with his life: "Say it, don't feel bad."

Without waiting for Liang Buyuan to say whether it's okay or not, Ji Pingyu said first: "The family property is too big, some idiots threatened my brother with my life."

Liang Buyuan's throat seemed to be pinched by a big hand in an instant, and the pain of suffocation spread all over his body within a second.

He looked down at Ji Pingyu, his voice was hoarse as if he had been bled by sandpaper: "My heart hurts. What should I do?"

Ji Pingyu grabbed his hand, leaned slightly towards him, and pulled him down.

He precisely placed a very light, peppermint kiss on Liang Buyuan's lips.

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