The actor with the actor

For the first time, Cheng Yue rushed to do the dishwashing. Shen Jing wandered around in the living room and saw the long aisle in Cheng Yue's live broadcast last time, and the room where the accident was broadcast live.

Cheng Yue's bedroom.

Out of politeness, he didn't push the door to enter, but just watched the murals and photo walls on the corridor wall.

"Is this man your brother?" Shen Jing pointed to a group photo on the wall and asked, the man on the top was somewhat similar to Cheng Yue, except that his brows were a little sharper, and he looked more serious than Cheng Yue. Much more mature.

"Well," Cheng Yue wiped his hands and trotted to Shen Jing's side, "My dear brother is six years older than me."

Shen Jing did the math, "That's more than 30."

"Well," Cheng Yue tilted his head and moved closer to the photo, "Does it look like me? They all said that I was carved out of the same mold as my brother."

"It's quite similar," Shen Jing said with a smile, "I really envy you. I have an older brother who has had a playmate since I was a child. I was the only one in my family. Playing alone was boring when I was young."

"Hey, you're thinking too much," Cheng Yue shook his hand, "I was always bullied by my brother when I was young, and I didn't have a rest until he went abroad to study, but after he came back, he was like a different person, busy working all day, I seldom go out to play with me."

"Grow up," Shen Jing sighed softly, "Everyone has a day when they grow up and mature, and we will too."

"I think I'm old enough." Cheng Yue said.

"How old are you? You are too childish." Shen Jing squinted at him.

Cheng Yue puffed out his chest and said, "I am old everywhere."

Shen Jing glanced down, and the two burst out laughing in very tacit understanding.

"What are you thinking?" Cheng Yue said with a smile, "I mean I have big chest muscles."

"I will think whatever you want." Shen Jing said.

"Then why are you looking down?" Cheng Yue asked.

"The eyeballs grow in my eye sockets, you don't care where I look." Shen Jing laughed so hard that her upper body leaned against the wall.

"Then is yours big?" Cheng Yue glanced down and touched his crotch with his hands.

"Hey!" Shen Jing turned around and clutched her crotch, laughing so hard that she couldn't breathe, "Are you a pervert!?"

Cheng Yue fought an eye for an eye, teasingly said: "If you have a hand on my body, you don't care where I touch it." Then he attacked him again.

"Do your fans know that you are like this in private?" Shen Jing retreated step by step, and was finally cornered by a wall, so he had to stretch out his hand to block the attack.

"What's wrong with me?" Cheng Yue curled up his mouth, and put his palms against the wall and said, "Everyone is a man, just touch it, why are you ashamed, afraid of being hard?"

Shen Jing's arm was still waving wildly in the air, and accidentally hit Cheng Yue's lower abdomen. The two of them looked at each other and were stunned.

Cheng Yue's heart was beating wildly.

Shen Jing quickly squatted down with bent legs, and slid sideways to the side of the stairs, quickly climbed up the railing, and couldn't help cursing when she turned her head, "Your nickname should be Cheng Shameless."

"Just had a full meal, run slowly, and you won't be afraid of pulling your crotch." Cheng Yue raised his head and shouted.

"Is upstairs also where you sleep?" Shen Jing quickly changed the subject.

"Well," Cheng Yue followed up the stairs unhurriedly, "Why did you use the word 'also'?"

"Isn't the one next to the bathroom downstairs your bedroom?" Shen Jing put his arms on the guardrail and looked down.

"Yo, how do you know it's my bedroom?" Cheng Yue laughed.

Shen Jing didn't have the nerve to say that she saw it on the balcony just now, "I saw it in your fan benefits last time."

Cheng Yue was distracted, and patted the mattress with a smile on his face, "Sit down, do you want something to drink, I'll pour it for you."

Shen Jing looked around for a week.

The decoration on the second floor is exquisite, with thermostatic cabinets, tea tables, lazy sofas, etc., plus the design of floor-to-ceiling windows, giving people a lazy and comfortable feeling.

"Anything is fine." He fell backwards abruptly, and his body sank into the soft and slightly elastic mattress. His bones and muscles were instantly relaxed, and his whole body was so limp that he didn't want to move.

How can there be such a comfortable bed!

It is simply heaven on earth!

At this moment, he just wanted to sleep to death in this big bed.

Cheng Yue poured two cups of yogurt and put them on the coffee table.

After the weather turned cold, the sky darkened very quickly. When I first returned home, it was still sunny, and now the street lights outside were on.

Shen Jing lay on the comfortable big bed, stretched her waist, the hem of the clothes gradually moved away from the waist of the trousers, revealing a small thin waistline.

Cheng Yue glanced at it, and somehow remembered that outrageous dream. His chest felt hot, and he drank several mouthfuls of yogurt to cool himself down.

Shen Jing sat up from the bed, put his hands behind his back, and raised his chin slightly, "Do you usually write and practice songs here?" He saw a lot of scores on the table.

"There is a room downstairs dedicated to practicing singing, and it is soundproofed. It's okay to practice guitar occasionally here." Cheng Yue sat on the sofa, hugged an acoustic guitar casually, and twitched his fingertips to play it. .

This was the first time for Shen Jingchang to watch someone play the guitar up close, and it was at this moment that he really realized that Cheng Yue was a singer.

He can play and sing by himself anytime and anywhere, and a smooth piece of music is at his fingertips.

Although Shen Jing didn't understand music, he listened very carefully.

The wonderful timbre in the ear, with a bit of classical taste in the air, makes people feel as if they are in a galaxy, and the cells of the whole body become light and cheerful.

He thought of the comment he saw when listening to the song: the ear is about to be pregnant.

That's probably what it feels like.

At the end of the song, Shen Jing couldn't help applauding, and praised sincerely: "It sounds good."

Cheng Yue grabbed the small fruit plate on the coffee table and shook it twice, "Stop it."

Shen Jing was amused by him, and took out a one-yuan coin from his pocket and put it in.

"It's so generous," Cheng Yue put the coin into his pocket, "Is there anything else you want to hear? I'll play it for you."

"Can you play anything I say?" Shen Jing asked in surprise.

"Of course." Cheng Yue was confident.

Shen Jing opened Netease Music and pulled up a playlist, "That's it, let's smile all over the city."

"This song suits you very well." Cheng Yue quickly adjusted the tone.

"Ah?" Shen Jing was taken aback for a moment.

Cheng Yue didn't explain, he lowered his head with a smile, plucked the strings, and began to play and sing.

"I always tell you my wish in an understatement, and I also give you a look that can't be said in a thousand words. There are always people in this world who are busy looking for treasures, but miss the sun of the floating world, and miss the vicissitudes of the world..."

Cheng Yue's voice was clear and transparent, coupled with the brisk tune, Shen Jing's mood was lifted.

He couldn't memorize all the lyrics, but he couldn't help humming along with shaking his head, and the smile spread from the corner of his mouth to the corner of his eyes.

Cheng Yue also smiled with crooked brows and eyes, "Your smile is like a ray of light~ suddenly illuminates me~"

Shen Jing harmonized for him: "You smile like a ray of light~Suddenly illuminate me~"

Cheng Yue raised his eyes to look at him, and sang while playing: "Feng Qingyang Xia Weiyang~"

Shen Jing tilted her head, "woooo~"

Cheng Yue laughed loudly, "Bicycles on the tree-lined road~"

Shen Jing: "woooo~"

The two sang and harmonized, as if they were a group that had cooperated for more than ten years.

Cheng Yue curled up his lips and raised his eyebrows, "I'll just admit that I can't forget my opinion with a smile~ I don't dare to say something about love as deep as the sea~ The most romantic thing is to watch the sunset with you, what I want..."

"I want to travel around with you to enjoy the scenery in the rainy weather, I want to write the chapters of the rest of my life with you, share laughter and tears, no matter how ups and downs the plot is, we will not leave..."

Under the warm light, Cheng Yue's eyes shone brightly.

Shen Jing felt that Cheng Yue seemed to be a completely different person when he played and sang by himself. He lost his usual frivolity and laziness, and even his eyes were full of affection, and he sang the lyrics with a sweet taste.

His voice was as clear as water droplets, and it seemed to carry the power of summer night thunder and lightning, which could snatch people's souls away from their bodies.

The hazy and lush campus time appeared in Shen Jing's mind.

For the first time, he really felt the light emanating from Cheng Yue's body, round and round, warm and fluffy.

It has nothing to do with how popular he is, how many fans he has, or how rich he is. It is his own charm, a light that cannot be taken away by time and time.

At the end of the song, Shen Jing once again said sincerely, "It's very nice, how many years have you been practicing?"

"I haven't counted it," Cheng Yue said while hugging the guitar, "I learned it when I was in elementary school, but I was too busy studying in high school and stopped, and I started to practice again in freshman year."

"Amazing." Shen Jing admires people with special skills, especially those skills that take many years to develop.

"Do you want to learn, I can teach you, it's easy." Cheng Yue said.

"Okay." Shen Jing was eager to try.

Cheng Yue got up and sat side by side with him on the edge of the bed, handed him the tuned guitar, and bent down to take another one.

Shen Jing hugged the guitar and adjusted his sitting posture following Cheng Yue's example.

Cheng Yue cleared his throat, "Should there be some ceremony at this time?"

Shen Jing got up quite respectfully and bowed to him, "Hello, Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Yue raised the corner of his mouth and rubbed Shen Jing's head, "You're so good."

Shen Jing scratched her hair, smiled and sat back beside him.

While introducing Shen Jing to the distribution of guitar strings, Cheng Yue pinched his fingertips and pressed the corresponding strings, "Try to play."

"Is this Duo?" Shen Jing asked.

"Yo, you've heard all of this," Cheng Yue smiled and applauded him, "Little Shen Jing is really amazing."

Shen Jing recalled the way Cheng Yue played the guitar just now, and plucked a few other strings, and the crisp and melodious piano sound jumped into the ears like an elf.

"You are very talented, student Shen." Cheng Yue pinched the back of Shen Jing's neck to show encouragement.

Shen Jing lowered her head, completely immersed in her curiosity about new things, and let him take advantage of it without knowing it, "What about 'la'?"

Cheng Yue put aside the guitar on his body, tightened Shen Jing's fingers, and taught him by hand.

Shen Jing didn't wear perfume today, and when Cheng Yue stuck it to his ear, he could smell the faint scent of shampoo.

It smells good.

Cheng Yue felt that he was probably terminally ill, so he resisted the urge to touch his ear with his lips, and got up to drink half a bottle of mineral water.

He was afraid of scaring people, afraid that the way Shen Jing looked at him would become unfathomable.

Because he found that he really liked Shen Jing.

He enjoyed this feeling of being constantly approaching very much, and greedily wanted to win more attention from Shen Jing.

I like to be next to him, there will be an inexplicable sense of security; I like to see his eyebrows as clear as a crescent when the corners of his mouth are raised; I like to read with him and listen to him...

Shen Jing's gentle voice was neither soft nor heavy, and when it was attached to his ear, it was like being electrified, tingling and numb.

Shen Jing's every move affected his heartbeat and breathing.

This kind of heartbeat is an extension of the long-standing admiration, which is like reverence for idols, mixed with some longing for wanting to spend the rest of his life with him.

But he is very clear that there is an invisible barrier between himself and Shen Jing, which seems to be very close, but is actually very far away.

Although Cheng Yue is a solo mother, he attaches great importance to dating. After realizing his sexual orientation, he directly declared himself a celibate.

Before meeting Shen Jing again, he had always enjoyed a free life by himself.

This kind of freedom does not mean that one can indulge one's love and desire, and get entangled with many people physically. On the contrary, it is a kind of self-restraint. He pays great attention to communicating with each other on a spiritual level.

Shen Jing is the one who can guide him spiritually.

He is loving, gentle, kind, and trustworthy. Every minute spent with Shen Jing is comfortable and stress-free.

He wanted to develop something with Shen Jing, but he was afraid that the relationship between the two would become stiff.

Before you are sure about the other party's intentions, you will not take that step lightly.

In short, everything is going with the flow, and he will do his best to take care of Shen Jing without asking for anything in return.

When Shen Jing has this idea about him, he will try to associate with others again, he will not use any power in his hands to suppress or dominate his thoughts.

He likes Shen Jing, is optimistic about Shen Jing, and is willing to pay for him, but it doesn't mean that the other party must follow his will.

Shen Jing clapped his hands suddenly, disturbing his thoughts.

"Did I just play it right!?" Shen Jing asked.

"Well, yes." Cheng Yue nodded.

"I'll do it again." Shen Jing said with a smile.

Cheng Yue leaned against the guardrail and looked at him, smiling dotingly.

He thought it was fine.

At least stay by his side.