The actor is a licking dog

The decoration style of the home is Nordic simplicity, the overall color is mainly light gray, and the furniture and wooden floors are all warm log colors.

The living room is a high-ceilinged space, and a chandelier with a length of about ten meters hangs from the ceiling. The warm yellow light sprinkles in the huge space, covering every corner.

He Boyan took the slippers and asked him to change them, then carried the shoes to the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall and arranged them, and when he came back, he poured Jian Yi a cup of hot water.

"Can you fix your room? There are still empty shelves there. You can go there if you want to read a book. There are deck chairs, and it is very comfortable against the garden." He Boyan carried the cardboard box with one hand and Jian Yi with the other, like offering a treasure. He walked through a small corridor and entered the study on the south side of the first floor.

The glass windows are large, and although the rain curtain blurs the line of sight, you can vaguely see the flowers and colors outside the window.

"How is it?" He Boyan's eyes sparkled, and there were only three words on his forehead: praise me quickly.

Jian Yi smiled sincerely: "Very good, I like it."

He Boyan happily put the carton on the desk, turned his back to Jian Yi and clenched his fist, Yes! He likes it!

When he turned around again, he was serious again.

The entire wall of the study room was made into bookcases, and there were many books and trophies, including the most important actor trophy that He Boyan just brought back from the film festival a week ago.

Jian Yi stood in front of it and couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

Once, he also had such a weapon, which later became the murder weapon.

He Boyan seemed to understand his thoughts, walked over to hold his hand, and said, "Let me show you the room upstairs."

Jian Yi nodded and said yes, and he led her out to visit the audio-visual room, entertainment room, reception room, and living room.

The third floor is the bedroom. There are two rooms in total. The decoration style is similar. There are magazine posters from Jianyi hanging above the bed.

Jian Yi hesitated for a moment, and asked, "These photos... can I take them off?"

"You don't like it, do you?" He Boyan looked down at him, he was afraid that these old photos would remind Jane of those bad things.

Jian Yi shook her head, with a trace of complicated emotions in her smile, "It just feels weird, I can't tell."

After a pause, he added another sentence: "Only mine, without yours, as if I am... the master, this is not good."

"You are the master in the first place," He Boyan discussed with him, "Then I'll take some of them off and replace them with mine for a while, and let's take some group photos and hang them up after a while, okay?"

Jane: "...OK."

He Boyan led him to the window of the master bedroom, and pointed towards the garden, "The glass room that passes through is the gymnasium. It's raining. Let's just check it out today and not go through it."

Jian Yi nodded, feeling a little hungry, and gurgled twice.

He smiled embarrassedly, and He Boyan hurriedly went downstairs to Aunt Chen's to see if the food was ready.

Aunt Chen prepared a large table of dishes. Although she was alone, she was quick with her hands and feet, and she was already serving the soup to finish.

Jian Yi came downstairs and wanted to help in the kitchen, but He Boyan blocked the door.

"Go sit down at the table and eat right away." He Boyan turned and went into the kitchen, helping Aunt Chen to serve food outside, without any airs of being the host.

Jian Yi said in her heart that it was a lie not to be moved. From the moment he entered the house, He Boyan behaved no differently from the big boy next door. He lost all his star aura, and has been working hard to create the warm atmosphere that an ordinary family should have, in order to eliminate his inner feelings. Embarrassed, let him be comfortable.

He Boyan walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup, and Aunt Chen worriedly shouted from behind: "Mr. He, slow down—it's very hot!"

Jian Yi was terrified when she saw it, and quickly took two napkins from the table, and went up to them: "Let go, I'll take it firmly."

He Boyan let go of his hands obediently, and rolled his eyes skyward while Jian Yi was carrying the soup to the dining table, it was too hot!

Jian Yi put the soup bowl away, turned her head and said to him: "If your hand feels pain, touch your earlobe, it will feel better."

He Boyan came to him in a few steps, stretched out his hands and pinched Jian Yi's earlobe, lowered his eyes and asked him: "Is this so?"

The distance between the two was too close, Jian Yi's cheeks were a little hot, she nodded silently, avoiding the scorching gaze.

He Boyan got the advantage, and didn't push forward any further.

After touching the soft earlobe with his fingers, he withdrew to a polite social distance.

He helped Jian Yi pull out the chair, "Sit down and eat."

After Jian Yi sat down, she looked back at the kitchen, and He Boyan called Aunt Chen to eat together.

Aunt Chen took off her apron, wiped her hands, and said with a smile, "I won't mix with you young couple anymore. If it's okay, I'll go back first. My son came home to see me today and said he brought a date."

Jian Yi lowered her head because of the sentence "young couple".

He Boyan glanced at him, nodded to Aunt Chen and said, "That's fine, you go back and be careful."

"Don't worry, it's so close, it's okay." Aunt Chen bid farewell to them, and before leaving, she thoughtfully told Jian Yi to eat more to nourish her body.

Jian Yi nodded in agreement, and said "goodbye" to her politely, there were only two people left in the big family.

He Boyan crazily added vegetables to Jian Yi's bowl, as if he was afraid that he would not be full, and soon, the bowl was piled up like a small hill by him.

Jian Yi stopped him and said with a smile: "You don't have to take care of me like this, I can do it myself."

He Boyan said: "You are too thin, take advantage of this time to make up your body at home."

Jian Yi bit her chopsticks and continued to eat: "Yeah."

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the grass and the glass like falling beans. With the sound of the rain, the matter of eating became more romantic.

He Boyan felt that this meal was probably the most delicious meal he had so far.

The two chatted occasionally while eating. The meal lasted for about an hour. Even so, only half of the food on the table was wiped out.

After Jian Yi waited for He Boyan to put down his chopsticks, he took the initiative to get up and clear the dining table.

He Boyan held him down and said, "The cleaning will do these things tomorrow, so you don't have to worry about them."

"It's not good to put it here, I'm used to it, and it should be digested."

Jian Yi deftly puts away the leftovers, piles up the used dishes and takes them into the kitchen. Even though He Boyan is usually a person who doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers, he hastily got up to clean up with him at this moment.

It's a critical moment of expressing himself and trying to make a good impression, and he has to keep up.

So, the new film star rolled up his sleeves and willingly stood in the kitchen as a dishwasher. Although his job was as simple as throwing the dishes into the dishwasher, he did his best.

Jian Yi wiped the dining table clean, put the leftovers that had cooled down into the refrigerator, then went to the dishwasher to clean the dishes with He Boyan, and put them on the dish rack in the drawer.

He Boyan took a sneak peek, moved small steps quietly, and stood side by side with Jian Jian closer.

An old couple has a sense of sight.

The kitchen is a place that easily attracts people's daydreams, not to mention the person who has been thinking about it day and night for four years, just obediently standing by his side and doing housework together, actor He is a bit distracted.

His waist is really thin. If the apron belt is tied behind him, the waist line will definitely be more charming.

If you don't wear clothes under your apron...

He Boyan felt that his nose was itchy, and the root of his nose was hot, which was a sign of nosebleed.

He quickly stopped his thoughts and stood aside a little.

Jian Yi seemed to be cleaning the bowl without distraction, but her heart was not at peace.

The night is getting dark gradually, and I don't know whether to sleep separately or together later.

Logically speaking, they should sleep together. Jian Yi has no position to say "no", but she is still not prepared in her heart, and she secretly has a little luck, hoping that He Boyan can give him a little more time.

After all the bowls were wiped and put away, He Boyan felt a sense of accomplishment, like receiving an invitation to a good movie.

"It's eight o'clock now." He looked at the time and said, "Are you tired? If you are sleepy, let's go to bed. If you are not sleepy, find something else to do."

Jian Yi's heart trembled, and she subconsciously took half a step back to avoid He Boyan's gaze.

He Boyan saw all his conflicting reactions.

He Boyan didn't pierce, but just held his hand, and said as he walked out of the kitchen, "How about watching a movie? Or reading books is also fine. Aren't the cardboard boxes you brought home today full of books?"

Jane followed him obediently, "Yes, I will take a look at it occasionally."

He Boyan continued on this topic, diverting his attention, "Then can I take a tour? I want to know."

Jian Yi shyly shook her head: "They are all very ordinary books, nothing special."

He Boyan didn't care, hooked Jian Yi's palm with his little finger and swiped twice, calling him "Brother Xiao Yi" in a soft tone, Jian Yi had no choice but to open the carton for him to see.

The books inside can be called worn out, the paper has been turned and crumpled, stained with a light yellow of time.

He Boyan took out a book, "Actors Create Characters", and under this book lie "My Artistic Career", "Actors' Self-cultivation" and many other books, all of which are inseparable from acting.

He opened a corner of the book, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Because on the thin paper, the neat and delicate ballpoint pen characters lay neatly, almost covering the blank space of this page.

He opened a page at will, and it was the same.

It can be seen that Jianyi is not only reading, but learning.

"In the past few years...you haven't given up on acting, have you?"

He Boyan closed the book and put it on the bookshelf like a treasure. When he looked at Jian Yi, there was an unknown moving light in his deep eyes.

Jian Yi looked embarrassed, and said with a dry smile: "It's just used to pass the time, not what you said."

He Boyan didn't take this sentence seriously, he already knew the answer after just a few glances.

It has been four years, even though she has been away from this circle for so long, Jian Yi still has enthusiasm for acting. This is a good thing, and it is also the original intention of He Boyan to regard Jian Yi as an idol in the first place.

But now Jian Yi obviously didn't want to talk more, so He Boyan didn't say any more, just suppressed his emotions and took him to the audio-visual entertainment room on the second floor.

They played an old disc, which is the famous work of director Qin Feng, a literary film that is a bit difficult to understand.

Jian Yi likes this movie very much, and He Boyan specially picked it.

For 2 hours, the two sat side by side on the sofa without speaking a word.

When the film came to an end, the phone in Jian Yi's pocket began to buzz and vibrate non-stop, his heart tightened, and his face showed worry.

It was almost 9:[-], so late news, he was afraid that something happened at home.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone, but the wechat group was crazy about him.

Jian Yi looked up at He Boyan, and explained: "It's those people who often watch my live broadcast. They see that I haven't been online recently, and they are a little worried."

He felt that he should report to the benefactor, otherwise He Boyan might misunderstand him, and the situation between the two of them would become even more embarrassing.

There was a hint of sweetness in He Boyan's heart, he nodded, got up to make room for him, "I'll go get you a cup of milk, drink it later and sleep."

"...Thank you." Jian Yi lowered her head and said in a low voice, tapped her fingers a few times quickly, and reported her safety in the WeChat group.

【Italian】: I'm fine, thank you everyone.I'm a little busy recently, so I didn't start the broadcast, sorry~

His words were like a stone stirring up thousands of waves, and the WeChat group of about a hundred people became lively in an instant, and those who usually dive and watch the screen couldn't help but pop up to greet him twice.

Most of the people in this wechat group would watch him eat in the simple live broadcast room every day, and chat in the barrage by the way. They were basically die-hard fans, so they also knew about the hot searches on weibo two days ago.

However, everyone tacitly chose to avoid the keyword "Jian Ming Fei", and only cared about Jian Yi's emotions and life, and asked him to start a live broadcast to teach cooking as soon as possible.

Jianyi is a bit difficult.

He was a person who kept promises, and he would do what he promised no matter what, but it was different now.

He lives under the same roof as the new film star, so live broadcasting is inconvenient after all.

What's more, because of the live broadcast a few days ago, there must be many eyes staring at him, just waiting for him to show up again, and then the name Jian Mingfei, which he has been trying to get rid of, will stick to his head again , no matter how difficult it is to put aside.

【Intention】: The live broadcast will probably be delayed for a long time, I'm really sorry... I will definitely make it up when I finish my work.

The cuties in the group hurriedly comforted him with words like "it's okay" and "the three-dimensional matter is important", Jian Yi couldn't help but feel a little sad.

A lie is like a snowball, it gets bigger and bigger, he doesn't know that one day he will be crushed to pieces by the snowball he created by himself, and what he will be most sorry for at that time is his selfless and pure heart.

"What's the matter? Are you in trouble?" He Boyan walked in with two glasses of milk, and heard Jian Yi's slight sigh.

Jian Yi put away her phone, shook her head and smiled at him, "It's okay, thank you."

After drinking the milk and it was time to go to bed, He Boyan sent Jian Yi to the master bedroom, hugged him, and exited the room in a gentlemanly manner.

Jian Yi's heart, which had been hanging all night, suddenly fell to the ground.

He felt guilty, obviously He Boyan gave him money and heart, but he was not even willing to give the only return he could afford.

Sitting by the bed in a daze for a long time, he took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to He Boyan in the next room: Good night.

When He Boyan received this news, he lay on the bed and kicked his legs happily.

Brother Xiaoyi took the initiative to say good night to him, this is the first time!

He stared at the screen saver of his mobile phone for a long time again, with a smile all over his eyes, he was already in bed at ten o'clock, and he didn't feel sleepy until midnight.

Just as he was tying an apron on Jian Yi in his dream, he was shaken awake.

Rubbing his eyes in a daze, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Jian Yi stood by the bed and whispered softly, "It's 5 o'clock, and it's time for your morning jog."

Remembering the living habits of the benefactor and waking him up at the right time, this is the first step Jian Yi took in this relationship.

He Boyan, who was still sleepy: ...Why did I mention the morning run!