What should I do if I personally disassembled my fan's CP! [Entertainment]

The day is even more unruly. Du Yu, who came late and just came down to eat, just looked up and saw them standing at the door, and said with a smile: "Everyone is up? I think the typhoon warning does not allow you to go out today. Anyway, I am idle." You are also idle, and you can continue with class in a while?"

There seemed to be a burst of ups and downs reciting in Xu Qixing's ears:

This woman—unusual, devoted to her job—she is in the top three.

The typhoon warning is posted on the wall, and she has to go to work in the wind and rain.

He really wanted to refuse this kind of service that increased the quantity without increasing the price, but Zhuang Yan couldn't help but poked his head out of the door holding a computer, his face was still a little red from embarrassment because of being surrounded by a group of people and teasing him.

Zhuang Yan is really not good at dealing with this kind of overly strong kindness and excitement. He was struggling to deal with it and hurried out. He didn't intend to run into them at the door, so he had to listen to what they said and asked casually: "Today's people A little too much, wouldn't it be a bit inconvenient?"

Du Yu waved his hands and walked in: "It's okay, let's keep our voices down."

Seeing Du Yu go in, Meng Jin felt that his wattage was rising in a straight line, as bright as if Hou Yi had missed a shot for a day, so he quickly smiled and said to Zhuang Yan: "Happy birthday, you said this typhoon is too, Can't tell the time..." The gaze on the top of his head was cold, and he shrank his neck from the cold, and hurriedly fled the scene of the crime with a look on his face.

Xu Qixing wanted to kick him to make him run faster. The wind from the soles of his feet would blow away what he just said, so as not to appear to be the only one who didn't wish Zhuang Yan a happy birthday.

Xu Qixing got into a corner and was a little at a loss. When he looked down at Zhuang Yan's computer, he found something to say: "You're here to watch today? Why don't you go back first?"

Zhuang Yan didn't particularly care about not being able to pass his birthday. He didn't like to eat cakes since he was a child, and he always added a few dishes for his birthday. When he grew up, he didn't have many friends and didn't stick to giving gifts. Yes, the expectations for birthdays have also decreased year by year, not much worse than ordinary days.

If I have to say it, it's just a little more special expectation for special people on special days.

For some reason, Xu Qixing didn't wish him a happy birthday.Zhuang Yan forced a smile: "It's boring to go back. The boss said that there will be time to go back when the weather changes."

Xu Qixing nodded, and said: "Then wait for me then, and go back together." He went into the hall and followed Du Yu back behind the curtain.He couldn't help being distracted in class later on, and when he secretly glanced at Zhuang Yan for the hundred and eighth time, the confusion and sorrow in his heart finally broke out, and he was ashamed with a pop.

No, I look like I forgot to tell him happy birthday, why is he still happy there?How can he still be happy?

Zhuang Yan's eager anticipation finally reached a small climax when the sky outside the window slowly turned from gray to brick red.

He has lived in the interior for half his life, and he can only see from his circle of friends from time to time which friends have a typhoon vacation, hang up the windows to stock up on food, and sleep in the dark due to power outages.

Tianwei is both frightening and shocking.

He didn't want to die, but he was full of curiosity about the different magnificence. The meteorological station predicted that the typhoon would not be strong, so he was in the mood to wait for a long experience, let alone being able to be with Xu Qixing.

The owner of the hotel urged them to go back to their nests quickly, and no one should come out when the wind picked up.Xu Qixing pulled Zhuang Yan and was about to run out, but Zhuang Yan grabbed him and nodded his chin in the direction of the small shop: "Should we buy some food and drink, there is nothing in the house."

Xu Qixing frowned and said, "Trouble." Then he took out the key from his pocket and asked Zhuang Yan to go to his room to pick up snacks and instant noodles, then hurried back, and he was about to run to the small shop alone.

Zhuang Yan disagreed: "I'll go with you! It's going to be dark soon."

Xu Qixing took his hand away from his sleeve, touched it secretly, and then ran away: "I'll go and come back quickly, and you should move quickly."

Zhuang Yan watched him run away, so he had no choice but to yell: "See if there is any tape! And a flashlight! And... something!"

Xu Qixing replied from a distance: "I know!" and then disappeared.

Small shops and hotel cabins are roughly distributed in a triangle, and it takes a short detour.But Xu Qixing wasn't afraid of tiring Zhuang Yan, he mainly wanted to cover up his own petty thoughts so that he wouldn't be discovered.

When he met Zhuang Yan on the first day, he lied to him that he was going to the small shop, and he had said it several times, and today was the first time he came here, and it was really worth seeing once.

Wooden boards of different lengths were messily nailed to the outside of the house, and a plastic sheet with "Small Shop" crookedly written in red letters on a white background was hung on the window, fluttering in the wind.Opening the transparent door curtain that has turned yellow and hard for a long time, an old man with a wrinkled face is sitting behind the glass counter reading a newspaper.

Seeing him coming in, the old man glanced at the newspaper from behind his glasses, and said in a trembling voice, "Get what you want."

The wooden shelves in the house were crowded, and the lights were not turned on. The sky outside was dark and red, and the light was very poor.

Holding his breath, Xu Qixing put it on twice carefully, for fear of knocking over the piles of messy shelves. Later, he couldn't bear to look for a needle in a haystack, so he went back to the door and asked, "Do you have any cakes here?"

The old man sighed, as if there was nothing he could do with this useless young man, he got up and squeezed into the shelf, bent over and pulled it familiarly, took out a bag and stuffed it into Xu Qixing's arms: "Yes, Daliyuan small cake. "

This cake is not that cake, Xu Qixing looked at the simple transparent packaging bag in his hand speechlessly, inside there was a fat piece of sourdough bread, not to mention butter, there was not even a piece of plain dried fruit.

The old man seemed to know that he still wanted to be picky: "There is nothing else, just put it back if you don't want it."

Xu Qixing has nothing to do, chatting is better than nothing: "Yes, this is it. Do you have a flashlight... and candles?"

The old man stopped in his tracks, sighed again, turned around and went into the shelf again, looking like he didn't need it, he took out a handful of things: "What color candles do you want, and how many?"

Xu Qixing was overjoyed, the brightly colored ones could give Zhuang Yan a certain age, so he quickly asked: "What kind of color do you have? Let's get two of them, and I want 24."

The old man froze and passed the candle out: "Check it out yourself."

Xu Qixing looked down and saw that the candles were as thick as a finger and about ten centimeters long, and they were of two colors, red and white.

I don't know what to ask, who dares to light white candles if they have nothing to do!Although the red candle looks too festive, it looks like a slum version dragon and phoenix candle...

There were only two dragon and phoenix candles, and Xu Qixing picked up a pair of two, handed the candles back, and hurriedly added before the old man turned around: "Grandpa, do you have any wine?"

The old man slowly moved to the innermost shelf, lifted the lid of a large vat and knocked, and a sweet and sour smell of wine came over: "Do you want this, or do you want it bottled?"

In the end, the cake turned into a small Daliyuan cake, the red wine became Erguotoujia self-brewed wine, the fairy sticks became candles worth RMB [-] each, and the flowers had to be taken out for a while to collect the gifts of nature.

Look, with this equipment, how could he have the nerve to confess.People's spring festival is worth a thousand gold, and his spring festival is worth ten yuan.

When he has all the adhesive tapes and flashlights ready, the old man probably hasn't done such a big business for a long time, and he's exhausted by dozens of times every minute.

Xu Qixing felt ashamed and slapped the grandfather on the shoulder twice, leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Do you have..." He was too embarrassed to ask.

The old man's face turned gray: "Do you still want to buy it?"

Xu Qixing's face was sullen, and he still murmured something in a low voice beside his ear. After hearing this, the old man's expression was a little confused. After pondering for a long time, he said: "No."

Zhuang Yan ran back to the hut with his things in his arms and put them away, and waited anxiously at the door for a long time but there was no sign of Xu Qiexing.He couldn't help asking, why didn't the two of them just stay in Xu Qixing's room in the hotel and let it go.

After waiting and waiting, Zhuang Yan couldn't bear to go out to look for it, so Xu Qixing ran back through the light rain with a bag of things.

Zhuang Yan hurriedly let him in, wiped his head with a towel, the two of them pasted rice characters on the windows, closed the doors and windows and locked them all, and finally spread a small quilt in the corner of the living room, and placed another The small table was on top, holding two small wine glasses, and the two of them nestled between the closet and the table, looking at the increasingly depressing sky outside the glass door of the balcony, leaning against the wall with their legs crossed and dazed.

Zhuang Yan looked outside the door, and Xu Qixing looked at Zhuang Yan.

The sky was getting darker like night, and the waves rolled up and slammed on the shore, as if an uncle had come and had a bad temper.The wind whistled outside the window, and from time to time a few tails squeezed in through the window cracks, and then chased each other and ran through the door cracks.

Zhuang Yan's face slowly disappeared into the shadows, the lines blurred by the darkness.Xu Qixing dug out two candles from the bag at his feet, and forgot to buy a lighter because he seldom smoked.The two got up and searched in the drawer with flashlights, finally found a box of matches, knelt around the table, and struck the matches with a bang, one spark turned into three, and another was buried. flower.

Xu Qixing sighed: "It's too difficult."

Zhuang Yan seemed to think he was doing well now, so he smiled and told Xu Qixing what he had heard: "I have a female classmate who works as a screenwriter, and she posted on Moments that their group hired more than a dozen female screenwriters to catch up on the script, and rented a house for the They live together, don't go out very often, and have food delivered together. Later..."

Xu Qixing sat down against the wall with his arms around his legs, looked at his face illuminated by the candlelight, and smiled: "What happened then?"

Zhuang Yan said: "Later they were reported by the aunt next door. The aunt thought they were special professional workers hahaha. My classmates couldn't laugh or cry when they said it, saying that the aunt had more imagination than their screenwriters."

Xu Qixing also laughed for a while, and suddenly remembered something, looked at Zhuang Yan and said a little embarrassedly: "Close your eyes."

Zhuang Yan was a little surprised, obediently closed his eyes, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Xu Qixing said, "I told you to open it and then open it again." He tiptoedly took out Dali Garden, unpacked it as silently as possible, made a hole in the bun with his fingers, and put the candle Insert it inside, hold it in your hand, bite the bullet and sing: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~"

Zhuang Yan opened his eyes and saw the delicate thoughts it represented from its unruly appearance. He pursed his lips for a moment, feeling the turmoil in his heart, but only said "thank you" in his mouth.

Poverty embarrasses Xu Qixing, he tried his best to explain to himself: "I originally wanted to secretly buy you a big cake, but I didn't expect the typhoon to stop the boat. I bought it too early and I was afraid it would break until today. I'll do it next time... "

Zhuang Yan stopped him and looked into his eyes sincerely: "I'm very happy, really."

Xu Qixing held back his words, nodded, lowered his eyes and took off the beads on his wrist, without looking up at Zhuang Yan, he just pulled one of his gloves on: "This is the one I specially went to the temple to ask for. Yes, I have been carrying it for a long time, and I don’t know how many scriptures I have read. I know you may not believe this, but it is regarded as a wish, and I hope it can bless you and everything goes well.”

Xu Qixing is a person who has died once, and it is impossible not to believe these things, but no matter how much he is given, Zhuang Yan may feel confused.

So he took the wine and filled two glasses, as if he didn't dare to listen to whether he liked it or not, he took the glass and tapped the bottom of the other's cup lightly: "cheers." He drank one by one on his own.

The cheap Erguotou is so hot that it burns like swallowing a fire wire. Although the alcohol content is also high, it tastes very spicy, but the taste of grain and fruit is balanced, and it still has a seductive refreshing taste.

The two chatted while drinking, and the wind outside was louder than the other. From time to time, dead branches and plastic bags were slammed on the glass door, and the waves also crossed the coast and kept crashing into the cliffs. One smash, another wave after wave of angry howls rolled up.The doors and windows were blown by the wind and rattled.

Surrounded by darkness and wind and rain, the two of them are surrounded by a little candlelight in a small hut, like an isolated island. The feeling of being isolated is very strong, and the sense of each other's existence is becoming more and more impossible to ignore.

The two people peeked at each other more and more frequently while pushing glasses and changing glasses. Inevitably, the frequency of eye contact suddenly increased, and the speed of the heartbeat was not to be outdone. go up.

The atmosphere was about to get out of control. Zhuang Yan felt that what he said seemed to be coated with a layer of film, and he heard it in his ears from thousands of mountains and thousands of miles away, as if the person who spoke was not himself.He didn't know whether it was the hot wine or the hot face, the drunkenness or the intoxication, but his heart began to flicker with the candlelight, in a trance.

Xu Qixing pressed his forehead suddenly, frowned, curled up on the small quilt with a look of too much alcohol, half of his body was exposed, lying on the floor.

Zhuang Yan took the opportunity of closing his eyes to stare at him boldly and passionately. He seemed to feel that his short-sightedness was a bit of a hindrance, so he took off his glasses and quietly moved to Xu Qie's outfit to take a closer look.

Xu Qixing was resting on his arm, the candles on his face were flickering, Zhuang Yan didn't seem to be able to hear any wind, rain, waves, ghosts crying or howling wolves outside, he could only hear the popping sound of the candle wick, and Xu Qixing once again Take a quick breath.

He felt that Xu Qixing might be drunk and fell asleep, so he lay down for a long time without waking up.

There was a longing in his heart, which was ignited by the wine in his belly in this small space.He is not a piece of wood, and his earlier concerns about Xu Qixing's straight bends have long been forgotten. He even thinks that Xu Qixing likes him is not self-indulgent.

He just didn't dare to take this step, he was afraid that the isolation of the island and the vacuum brought about by the long-term filming had fermented his love for the other party. Isn't that how so many film crews and husbands and wives came together in adversity?He is afraid that after filming ends and returns to the real world, the sudden influx of splendor and vastness will blow away the other party's drunken liking like a gust of wind.

At that time, maybe I can't even be friends.

Unknowingly, Zhuang Yan was lying on the ground, with his head next to Xu Qie's outfit, his eyes fixed on the other's bright lips, which opened and closed gently with his breathing...

As if he was bewitched by something, he bent his heart and kissed her.

His liking is like a cliff, and the falling kiss is like gravel accidentally rolled down.

Xu Qixing's lips were softer than he thought. After kissing lightly, he sucked it twice, and couldn't help but take another bite.But this taste was really good, and he was really nervous when he kissed for the first time.

Xu Qixing's breath was hot, Zhuang Yan's heart was beating like a drum, and he even forgot to take a breath.Feeling dizzy from holding back, he got up abruptly, sat beside him in a daze and gasped for a few breaths, looked at the unaware drunken man by the dim candlelight, his lips seemed to be a little red and swollen after being tossed by him.

Zhuang Yan's courage was pouring out, and the shame he realized was like a fire burning his face. He felt like a pedant, who sneaked in while others were not prepared, and fulfilled his desires .

Just thinking about what to do if Xu Qixing wakes up and finds something strange about his lips, the person on the ground did not open his eyes, lazily changed his posture, laying on his back with his hands behind his head, and asked softly like a whisper, but it seemed like a thunder.

"Are you finished kissing? Then it's me."

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