Little Green Pepper【Non-serious entertainment circle】

Bach looked at Suhang, who was giggling beside him, and reached out to catch Wei Feng's dog. As soon as Jixiang was in Bach's hand, he began to struggle, sticking out his tongue hotly.

Wei Feng patted Ji Xiang's head lightly, and Ji Xiang made a sound of "urn urn", as if protesting.

When the filming started, when Wei Feng saw that Bach still had that look in his eyes, Wei Feng finally got a little impatient and started to shout, "Bach, look!"

Lin Yang touched Wei Feng lightly, and Wei Feng gave him a stare.Bach poses well, but his eyes are too serious and blunt, without any human touch.

After taking a few more photos, the photographer was also a little tired, and couldn't help saying, "Such photos have no soul at all, and they don't have the feeling I want at all."

The photographer wiped the sweat off his face, held the camera in one hand, looked at him and said, "Imagine, there is a lion in front of you, and you have raised this lion since you were a child. There is nothing you can do about it. You let it go." into nature."

"And now is the moment when you meet, think about how you feel at this moment, and what emotion you want to show in your eyes."

Bach looked at Jixiang's wide-open bull-like eyes, but it was not easy to regard it as a majestic lion.Thinking of Yan'an talking about giving him a puppy of Langweixian before, Bach was not in the mood to say these things because of what Yansheng said.

Bach looked at Jixiang, and thought of Yan'an who sometimes wagged his tail and looked arrogant, and his heart moved.

The cameraman's eyes overflowed with joy, and he began to take pictures.

After the filming, Suhang handed Bach a towel, and Bach dried the sweat from his upper body and changed back into his own clothes.

The door was knocked several times, Bach put his coat on his body and turned his head, and saw Lin Yang push the door open.

Lin Yang closed the door, scratched his head, not knowing where to place his hands and feet, and walked up to Bach.

"I," Lin Yang's nose was covered with beads of sweat, he raised his head to look at Bach with an indifferent expression, and half-closed his eyes nervously, as if his peach blossoms were in decline.

Bach kept a distance of one meter from him, knowing what Lin Yang meant, he said coldly, "Sorry, I have a boyfriend."

Lin Yang opened his eyes and looked at him, he was stabbed by this cold sentence as if he fell into a frozen lake in winter.Obviously they had already broken up, and he watched Bach walk out of the dressing room with red eyes.

Lin Yang dialed the phone with a stiff expression, "Didn't you say that the two of them have broken up?"

The person on the phone didn't know what to say, Lin Yang said to the person on the phone with a confident look, "It's okay, you just remember the bet."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yang hung up the phone, his eyes filled with desire.He recalled Bach's expressionless look when he saw his peach blossom eyes that day, and he couldn't help smiling.

Sometimes, substitutes will also replace the original.

Li Yixin helped Bach take on another play, not too many and not too few, and it will start after a week.

The two of them bought plane tickets that day and flew back to city A. Suhang hadn't been home for a long time, and this time they went back to prepare for a big meal. Su's mother prepared a very rich dinner, but Bach had to go back with Suhang.

After a hasty meal, Bach went to find Sister Song again. The business has been pretty good recently. The cheerful Sister Song has a ruddy complexion, and even her figure has gained more than ten catties.

In contrast to Bach, Sister Song frowned with a serious expression, "You're thinner and darker, like a briquette, can my young master still have a crush on you?" The last sentence Sister Song asked jokingly.

Seeing that Bach's expression was a little off, Sister Song sighed silently and sat next to Bach.

No one spoke for a while, and after sitting for a while, Sister Song took out the clothes that Bach had designed before, which was the navy blue windbreaker and Yan'an's favorite hat.

Bach held the two identical clothes in his hand, and Yan'an's curious and excited look of bending over appeared in his mind.

Bach, I want a trench coat.

Bach, I want a hat.

Bach...

The voice of Yan'an is surrounded in my mind.

Sister Song patted Bach on the shoulder, and said softly, "Listen to what Sister says, and follow your own heart."

"Don't wrong yourself, and don't wrong him. Although Sister Song doesn't know what happened between you, don't regret it. The things of a lifetime can be long or short. It might pass in the blink of an eye. There is no fate, no matter how deep the relationship is, it is useless. You, you just worry too much."

"Forget it, I won't ask about the matter between the two of you, as long as you are worthy of yourself, don't let yourself regret it."

Sister Song's words were turning around in Bach's mind like a repeater, and before he knew it, Bach came to the school.

It was already dark, and it was the weekend again, only the display board in front of the school was lit with red light.

Bach climbed over the wall and walked in where the two of them walked, taking a deep breath, a rare crack appeared on his expressionless face.

Nervous, apprehensive, uneasy, Bach's hand holding the clothes was covered with cold sweat, and the further he walked, the more fear in his heart deepened, afraid that he would be angry, afraid that he would not see him.

Walking to the dormitory building, Bach looked up at the light that was on, and walked up with the bag.

Climbing to the fifth floor, Bach stopped at the door, the curtains blocked his sight, the dim light reflected Bach's nervous face, his hand was almost knocking on the door, Bach shrank back again.

He turned his ears slightly but there was no sound.

Bach didn't hesitate anymore, put his hand on the door and knocked a few times, but there was no sound from inside.

It is impossible for Yan'an to not be at school, so where can he go?

Beads of sweat fell down, and Bach knocked on the door again.

"Crack." The door was opened, and the dim light filled the entire corridor.

Bach looked at Yan'an who was a little confused, and didn't know what to say. It was his own fault, and it was time to pay off the debt.

Yan'an stared blankly at the person in front of him, his surprise was covered by heartache, darkened, matured, and thinner.Yan'an's eyes were hot. During this time, Yan'an had been holding back and controlling himself not to think about him, but every time he returned to the dormitory, he would think of Bach when he looked at the villain.

let's break up.

.....

Find someone you like.

Up to now, when I recall what Bach said, my heart will be poked again.

Such ruthless words, such indifferent and cold eyes.

Yan'an was filled with resentment, so he made up his mind to close the door of the dormitory, but was blocked by Bach.

"An'an," Bach's voice sounded, Yan'an stopped what he was doing, and looked at him mockingly, "What right do you have to call me?"

"Didn't you break up?"

Yan'an's words were merciless, and his eyes were full of anger.

Bach looked at the person he had been thinking about day and night in front of him, and his heart was filled to the brim, but the fire was extinguished by this sentence in an instant.

Bach thought that he might be the only one living in this school, empty, with only one light, and he lived alone for two months.My heart throbbed again, I hated myself, I promised not to give up, but I pulled Yan'an's hand away, pushed him away, and left cruelly.

Bach pushed open the door, with a sore nose, lowered his head and handed the clothes in his hands to Yan'an.

Yan'an looked at the dark blue windbreaker in front of him, feeling complicated.

Yan'an doesn't want to experience such ups and downs of emotions again, the days of dating Bach are like a dream, maybe this is really a dream.

Sometimes it's good to just quietly look at the things left behind, at least it's true.It is also good to pay attention silently now, so that you will no longer be afraid of losing.

Yan'an turned his head to suppress his emotions, and clenched his fists tightly, "Then you put it there, and go back when you're done."

Bach lowered his head, walked to the table a little out of sync with his hands and feet, and looked at the small house he made, two little people.

The paint on the villain's body has been worn away and the color is a little unclear. Bach felt that his eyes were blocked by white mist.

The clothes were randomly thrown on the table by himself, and the white mist was misty. Finally, he found the lamp in the confusion, and Bach hugged Yan'an's back.

Feeling the warm body behind him, Yan'an ruthlessly broke Bach's fingers.

Until the shoulders were wet, Yan'an put his hands in mid-air, standing there in a daze, suffering from uncomfortable chest pains.

Yan'an desperately suppressed the urge to hug Bach, and the wet and cool feeling penetrated into Yan'an's heart through his clothes.

"I lied to myself." Bach choked up his voice, and kept his face on his shoulders.

Yan'an looked ahead, his Adam's apple rolling.

"I miss you very much." Bach hugged Yan'an tightly, tears streaming down his clothes.

Yan'an raised his head and closed his eyes, afraid that tears would come out if he didn't pay attention.

"Forgive me, me, I shouldn't give up like this." Bach hid himself in Yan'an's neck, the tears on his eyelashes slipped down.

"Let's make up."

Hearing the five words Yan'an wanted to hear the most, it still seemed like a dream. Yan'an thought back on himself in the past few years.The words Bach said have already left a hole in my heart, just like the clothes that are sewn again, there will always be traces.

Yan'an was a little scared. He didn't dare to hand himself over to Bach again. He really didn't want to repeat the feeling of falling from heaven to hell.

Yan'an held the hand tightly around him, turned around to look at Bach with hazy eyes, and touched his face distressedly.

Bach's rationality collapsed a bit, and the longing for Yan'an in his heart couldn't help overflowing. He grabbed his waist and lifted him up. Yan'an was startled by this sudden movement and hugged Bach's head.

Bach pushed Yan'an against the edge of the bed, and Yan'an held onto the handle of the bed with one hand, hugged his neck with the other hand, and wrapped his legs around his waist.

Bach's eyes were completely white, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a strange yet familiar face, familiar eyebrows, and familiar eyes.

The temperature on the lips was hot, and the strength was wild. The strength of his hands around Yan'an just wanted to rub him into his bones, and his heart was full of longing for the person in his arms.

Tongue/swept every corner, chasing each other, Yan'an clenched the edge of the bed with his right hand, and stroked Bach's face with his left hand.

Tasting the salty tears of the two, Bach looked at Yan'an cautiously, "Did you forgive me?" His eyelashes still had tears.

Yan'an opened his eyes and looked at him, thinking of Bach's unfeeling words that day, lowered his head and trembled with sobs, "You know it, you know it,"

"How can you give up," Yan'an said, and Bach wiped away the teardrops falling down from Yan'an's eyes.

Yan'an wiped his face with his left arm, wiped away the tears on his face and looked at Bach, "But you hurt me too deeply, I dare not."

"I dare not be with you again."