Reunited with the old actor who broke the mirror

The fire on the stove was rustling, and the milk in the small pot was bubbling. With a puff, Jian Yao quickly regained consciousness, only to realize that the milk almost overflowed.

He turned off the fire, and stood in front of the stove, waiting for the milk froth to dissipate. During such a short time, he lost his mind several times, staring down at the bubbles bursting, and the small sound was amplified in the quiet room.

It's like a tiny hope has been completely shattered.

Jian Yao poured out the milk and brought it to Xie Qinian as usual. When he came to the door, he cleared his throat and raised the corners of his lips to practice his facial expressions so as not to be too heavy.

When he recalled the old doctor's words just now, he didn't think too much, and was just in a daze most of the time. In fact, after these days of training, he was not so sad anymore.

People have to look forward, and there are some things that cannot be changed, and they should not be too forceful. He is very clear about this truth, and he has come here since he was a child.

Xie Qinian also told him that the sign of adulthood is to learn to control oneself. When working, even if something big happens, he will temporarily suppress his emotions. At home, I will deal with my mood again, knowing that the past cannot be followed, and I will try my best to let go of my regrets and try my best to live today.

Adults seldom cry. Jian Yao remembered Xie Qinian's words, so he only cried a few times and stopped crying.

He took a deep breath and heard Xie Qinian's voice from inside. When he opened the door, he even had a smile on his face, no different from usual.

Xie Qinian was wearing pajamas and leaning against the head of the bed, reading a book with a lamp on. His condition seemed to be much better. Jian Yao asked, "Mr. Xie, is your head hurting?"

It was a very common sentence, but Xie Qinian's heart skipped a beat, feeling inexplicably controlled, he glanced at his watch, it was almost eleven o'clock now.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Read some texts at night so I can fall asleep." He coughed lightly.

Jian Yao handed him the milk, and seeing "Love in the Time of Cholera" was written on the cover of the book, he told him not to read it too late, and asked curiously, "What is this book about?" , Xie Qinian rarely read novels about love.

Xie Qinian looked up at him, paused, and said, "I won't be able to finish it in a while." Jian Yao nodded, not sure if she was lost, and wanted to say good night, but when she was about to turn her head, Xie Qinian grabbed her wrist .

Not much strength, just to make Jian Yao look at him, then patted the side of the bed, and said to him, "Shall we wait until eleven o'clock before going to bed?"

Jian Yao bent his eyebrows, this time a smile finally filled his eyes, he sat on the edge of the bed obediently, a fist distance from Xie Qinian's leg, and asked: "Mr. Xie, do you want to tell me a story?"

Xie Qinian asked: "Want to hear it?"

Jian Yao nodded, and a smile melted on the corner of her lips: "There are still 10 minutes until eleven o'clock."

Xie Qinian let out a "huh" and said, "It's the reward for hot milk."

The hazy light illuminates the small pear dimple under Jian Yao's lips.

Xie Qinian did not tell him the story of the book, but the source of inspiration for the book. He said that it was a piece of news that the author had read in a newspaper.

"A pair of elderly people went to their hometown 40 years ago to revisit their honeymoon trip, but they were beaten to death by the boatman and took away their money. The local people thought they were a loving couple, but later they learned that they had a lover and a family. , they are just each other's secret lovers all these years."

Jian Yao was stunned for a moment, puffed her cheeks, and said, "This story is not warm at all."

Xie Qinian smiled: "Yes, in today's society, many people can't understand it. It really doesn't sound very good."

Jian Yao was curious: "Does Teacher Xie like this story?"

Xie Qinian said: "I don't like the ethical part, I like the feelings of mutual entanglement in it. Responsibility and love can rarely be combined, especially in that era."

"If you were the old man among them, how would you choose?" Jian Yao asked.

Xie Qinian put the book away, thought about it seriously, and said: "I probably won't get married, and I will wait forever. I will go to places we are familiar with every year, and wait until I am [-] or [-], and then see if I have a chance."

Jian Yao thought, if it was her, she would definitely wait.

"Do you feel lonely?"

Xie Qinian's voice was gentle and affirmative: "No, people only have one life, and they have to do what they want to do, not what they have to do. What's more, as long as the memory is still there, in my opinion, two people have always been together,"

"Maybe happiness will come a little later than expected, and it doesn't matter."

He clearly said that he would not cry, but Jian Yao's eyes were blurred at this moment. He didn't dare to let Xie Qinian see the clue, so he quickly turned his head away. After a while, he finally swallowed the moisture in his eyes.

"Mr. Xie, can I stay with you for a while?"

Xie Qinian moved to the side to make it easier for Jian Yao to move. Jian Yao lay down on his side, leaning on his arm, in the same position as the bird in the nest.

The two of them didn't talk anymore, Jian Yao closed his eyes and let the sleepiness sweep over him, Xie Qinian reached out to dim the light, and spread out his quilt to cover him.

Looking down at the boy, Xie Qinian smiled, no one would pretend to be smiling when he was about to cry, when he came in with milk, his smile was worse than the medicine he took.

The breathing sound in his arms gradually became even, Xie Qinian turned off the light, and said softly: "Good night, little friend."

A good night's sleep.

The next day, Jian Yao was woken up by Cheng Fen's phone call. He groped on the table in a daze, his face sunk into the pillow, and he groaned before speaking: "Sister Fen."

"Look at what time it is now. Director Meng Hui can't find Mr. Xie. Let me call you to ask how Mr. Xie is doing today. Can you come to film in the afternoon?" Cheng Fen should already be on the set, the receiver is very noisy , Waiting for Jian Yao to recognize the words clearly, his eyes widened instantly, and the time clearly displayed on the phone was 11:[-] am.

He bounced up from the bed, this was a terrible moment, only then did he realize that the room he was sleeping in was not his own, yesterday...he fell asleep on Xie Qinian's bed.

He fell back with a thump, lay on the pillow, and covered his head with the quilt, which meant that last night, he and his husband slept on the same bed.

His face was a little hot, and his heart was beating like a jumping bird.

It was cloudy last night, cloudy and sunny today, so simple.He hid in the quilt and rolled around silently for a few times, opened his eyes to see the shimmering light from the quilt, and he didn't breathe again until someone lifted the quilt outside.

"Wake up and eat."

Xie Qinian adjusted his glasses and added details: "Have lunch."

Jian Yao's face slowly turned red, he got up, clutched the phone and muttered, "I was bothering Teacher Xie yesterday."

Xie Qinian was already dressed neatly, even the buttons smelled of lemon, the same as before, but Jian Yao felt that something was different.

"No interruptions, except..."

Jian Yao couldn't help holding her breath, and her heart beat faster.

Xie Qinian's eyes softened, and he said with a smile: "I always grab my quilt."

Jian Yao blushed, but felt annoyed in his heart, he didn't have this problem when he slept with others in the past.

Xie Qinian smiled, and his smile was a little brighter.

The author says:

Good night, children.