Officially unannounced [entertainment circle]

Wen Cheng always thought that he would never get so close to the sky again in his life.

Especially this kind of height where you can't wait to hang half of your body outside, and if you shake your mind a little, you will fall headfirst into a ball of flesh and blood.

Fortunately, he couldn't shake his mind at the moment.

— all his attention was on his arms.

How much does a grown man weigh? This question was answered when he wanted to give You Yi a princess hug for the first time on a whim.He almost threw the game to the ground with both hands, not to mention that he barely grabbed an adult lunatic who wanted to die with only one hand.

The lunatic is more than 1.9 meters tall and weighs as much as two pigs. Not only does he have no desire to survive, but he is also extremely verbose.

But Wen Cheng never let go.

Even though he clenched his teeth tightly and his arm was pulled out of its dislocation, he still firmly held Shang Ha's wrist.

Even he himself didn't know where he got the courage at that moment just now, his body even rushed over faster than his brain's reaction, even before the psychological shadow from the past had time to emerge in his mind, he had already moved forward without any burden. Shang He, who jumped down, grabbed him.

It seems that what this lunatic just said that he wanted to drag him to hell was not adulterated.

...Watching a life fall before his eyes, Wen Cheng was sure that he couldn't bear it a second time.

"You can't save me," Shang He didn't struggle, but he didn't use his gentle strength to climb up. He maintained this calm posture, as if he didn't know that he could fall to death under him. High altitude, "It's like you couldn't save the last person who fell from the building in front of you."

"I will also fall directly from here like him, making a muffled sound."

"And you can only watch, you can't save us."

If it wasn't for worrying that he would lose his strength as soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Cheng really wanted to give this lunatic back.

Even though he knew the source of the gloom in Shang He's heart, and was forced to listen to his life experience from childhood to adulthood a few minutes ago, Wen Cheng still couldn't understand Shang He's brain circuit, why would someone choose to give up his life so easily tomorrow .

There are too many people like this in this world, in fact, most of the time others cannot save them.

And now Wen Cheng, who is determined not to let go, is not so much saving Shang He, as he is saving himself—saving the Wen Cheng who could only watch the tragedy happen many years ago but was powerless to recover.

There was a screeching sound from the waist-high guardrail.

Shang He, who had been chattering and poking at the bottom of Wen Cheng's heart, closed his mouth, and looked up at this man with a ferocious facial expression.

——This is indeed a person that he has never learned a single thing in his life, even with such an expression, there is still a dazzling light.

"You can't hold it," Shang He said in a deep voice, "If you don't let go, we will die together."

...If he lets go, it may not be better than falling down together.

Wen Cheng no longer expects to rely on his own strength to pull Shang He up, so he can only drag him.

Tow until help came, or until...someone would come to him.

"I don't know what Youyi's expression will be when he sees us dying together." Shang He can still laugh out loud at this moment, "Maybe he will drag me out to whip the corpse."

entertainment.

That little fool.

His family is so cute.

Just chanting the name silently in his heart, Wen Cheng seemed to gain a third of his strength.At least you can't really let Youyi see him and Shanghe——

"Gentleness!"

Someone ran up panting, and stuck behind him almost instantly, tightly holding the hand that was holding Shang He, and dragging Shang He upwards with Wen Cheng's strength!

—His little friend seemed to be angry.

When the sudden appearance of the two helpers actually dragged Shang He back to the platform little by little, Wen Cheng, who was a little hypoxic due to excessive force, fell to the ground and thought wildly after realizing it.

——I called him by his name just now through gritted teeth.

——He has a bad temper.

...I really want to kiss him.

……

Jiang Lianghan was so frightened that he almost lost his mind just now, but at this time his hands were still shaking, when he saw You Yi rushing towards Shang He who was lying on the ground with red eyes.

If he had a knife in his hand now, he would be able to stab Shang He into a beehive without saying a word!

"Fun entertainment entertainment entertainment entertainment!"

Jiang Lianghan was too frightened to rest, he staggered up and stood in front of Youyi.

"Calm down, calm down, anyway, Wen Cheng managed to save him!"

"How the hell am I calm!" You Yi raised his finger and pointed at Shang He behind Jiang Lianghan, kicking and kicking Shang He from the roof of the building again.That expression has nothing to do with the word "cute", "If you want to die, die as soon as possible!"

"Slowly slowly!"

Jiang Lianghan's legs were already weak, and Youyi was holding back his anger. He couldn't stop him and could only keep backing away—and by the way, he kicked Shang He twice without any psychological burden.

"Wen Cheng!" Jiang Lianghan really had nothing to do, stretched his neck and shouted, but said to You Yi, "Go and see how your brother is doing! Why are you staring at this madman as soon as he comes up!"

Youyi stopped, but didn't look back.

"Look at that," he cursed in a low voice, but it sounded like he was crying, "He's so capable, who can control him."

Before being put aside by Youyi like a fragile object, he smiled softly: "Youyi."

You Yi, who had been seeing people biting others before, couldn't hold back when she heard these two short words, turned around in a useless manner, and walked towards Wen Cheng with a sullen head.

Wen Cheng's situation is really not very good, his arms are hanging limply like noodles, and every inch of muscle in his body is sore as if he has been crushed by a heavy object, but he has a smile on his face.

That smile seemed to have broken some kind of shackles that had been entwined on his soul, with a real relaxation rarely seen since You Yi met him, as if he could hear a sigh from his body.

However, even so, this person still just looked at it, causing You Yi's heart to ache.

He was trembling all over, unable to restrain his fear, and uncontrollably recalling the previous scene over and over again in his mind.If he comes a minute later, or even a second...

"Come here a little bit." Wen Cheng stretched out the hand that barely had the strength to lift it up, "Darling is so tall, I'm going to look up at you."

With red eyes and a cold face, You Yi sat next to Wen Cheng without saying a word, didn't look at him, but still held his palm tightly.

It is impossible to tell whose hands are colder.

"I'm fine." Wen Cheng hooked his fingers and scratched his palm, "Really."

"You almost had an accident!" You Yi's voice trembled, "Just a little bit, you wished your whole body would fall! If I didn't come here in time..."

"I'm sorry." Wen Cheng said softly, "My fault."

You Yi's voice stopped abruptly, he looked at Wen Cheng, turned his head and wiped his eyes.

"Yuyi," Wen Cheng took his hand and shook it gently, his tone was low and soft, "I hurt."

"We're going to the hospital now." Da Kei said stiffly, without even the usual smile on his face.

"Don't go to the hospital yet," Wen Cheng knew his current situation well, and said with a smile before You Yi frowned and turned his face, "Hug me."

You Yi frowned.

"I'm afraid," Wen Cheng said innocently, "I just want a big hug."

This hug may be the tightest hug You Yi has ever held, wishing to press the person in his arms into flesh and blood, maybe only in this way this person will not let him lose half his life in such a panic.

"Wen Cheng," You Yi rarely called his name, "Don't scare me anymore."

Being held tightly by those cold and trembling arms, Wen Cheng seemed to be able to hear the crackling sound of his own bones.

Body hurts.

But my heart softened.

"Okay," Wen Cheng put his lips behind You Yi's ear, and said hoarsely, "Okay."

……

Only the four people on the top of the building know the specifics of this matter.

Jiang Lianghan is a master at making up stories. When You Yi was silent and prepared to take Wen Cheng to the hospital, he had already made another version of the matter to the outside world.

"Shang He was too happy to drink too much, and the upstairs restaurant was dark, so he almost fell over the protective railing without paying attention. Fortunately, he was grabbed by Wen Cheng—don't worry, both of them are fine, Wen Cheng is just Stretched arm, Shang He might be scared, You Yi and I just take them to the hospital to have a look, everyone continue to eat and drink..."

"Jiang Lianghan may have some talent as a screenwriter." Wen Cheng leaned on You Yi and said with a smile.

You Yi still remained stern and did not speak, but Jiang Lianghan who had just climbed into the driver's seat responded to him: "I can not only be a screenwriter, but I can also save your life."

Wen Cheng pinched You Yi's finger to play, and didn't raise his head when he heard this: "You're not afraid of flashing your tongue."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask You Yi, if it wasn't for my ability to escape from the secret rooms in Jiangjing and play all the world's major puzzle games, how could I find you on the roof so quickly?"

After coming down from upstairs, You Yi, who has been ignoring Wen Cheng, said the first words to Jiang Lianghan instead: "Thank you Brother Jiang."

"You're welcome," Jiang Lianghan rubbed his wrist and started the car, "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and besides, I've saved two, which is better than building a fourteen-level pagoda."

Wen Cheng snorted from his nasal cavity, and turned his head to look at the expressionless You Yi.

Even if he raised his hand to poke that pretty face, You Yi didn't respond.

The cheeks are not red, and the corners of the mouth are not smiling.

Let alone look at him.

Ok.

Wen Cheng lay back on You Yi again.

He really scared the cutie today and made him so angry.

Wen Cheng thought, and took a bite of the fingertips holding Youyi.

But his family is so cute and obedient, it should be good to coax him more.

……Maybe.

However, on the third day when Wen Cheng was lying on the hospital bed with a splint on his arm, You Yi still didn't speak to him.

In fact, it’s okay for You Yi to ignore him, but this child can’t wait to take care of him to the point of meticulousness. The doctor’s reminders are clearly memorized in a small book, and he also asks clearly about what medicine he takes and how many injections he takes every day. The temperature of the water served is always just right for the entrance, and the fruit next to the hospital bed has never been broken.

No matter how good a nurse is, it's not as good as Yi Yi.

But he just didn't say a word to Wen Cheng.

——Even Shang Ha, who was taken away by the mysterious stepfather the day before, was scolded and beaten by You Yi before he was discharged from the hospital.

"I heard that Shang He went for psychological treatment," said Lin Jingke, who was sitting opposite the hospital bed wearing a pair of glasses. "A certain project that your father and his stepfather had been cooperating with before was completely stopped. That day it was your dignitary Brother went to talk, his aura was very fierce, although I used to think he was a little limp and unable to support him, but I didn’t expect that I would still have blind eyes.”

"Then my dad can be regarded as a successor." Wen Cheng poked the tablet lazily with his intact and healthy hand, and said without much interest.

"Want to have fun?" Lin Jingke raised his head from the laptop in front of him and glanced at the door.You Yi was standing at the door surrounded by several young nurses and said something, "Oh, when I mentioned You Yi, I thought I heard several versions about your current relationship when I came here just now."

Wen Cheng was finally willing to take his eyes off the tablet, waiting for his follow-up.

"It is widely circulated that Shang Ha is actually an outsider, and that you were injured to save Youyi, so Youyi was grateful for your life-saving grace and took care of you conscientiously, but because she couldn't accept your feelings, she had to treat you coldly. treat."

"...The emotional show at 08:30 dare not talk such nonsense." Wen Cheng lowered his head and poked with his finger again.

"Actually, it's not just entertainment this time." Lin Jingke also retracted his cold joke, "Even when I knew about it, I couldn't help but want to scold you. None of us expect you to come back with a certificate of bravery , if you want to save someone, you must at least ensure your own safety first...you can only say that you are lucky."

"Wen Cheng, if, I mean if, you really couldn't hold Shang Ha at that time, and Shang Ha was about to fall, would you still hold him tightly? Even if you were about to fall, you would definitely Won't you let go of your hand?"

Wen Cheng stopped poking with his fingers, but did not answer the question.

"It's so moving and heartfelt." Lin Jingke closed his notebook and stood up from the sofa, "Don't talk about entertainment, I don't even want to talk to you."

"Cousin, if you ask me now, I really can't answer you. He Shanghe has nothing to do with anyone. When you see a person who is about to jump off the building, you will immediately rush to rescue him. It has nothing to do with emotion, it is entirely dependent on your physical intuition. "Wen Cheng said softly, "What's more, it's me... During my six years, every minute and every second, I wondered why I didn't realize it right away. It was the bloody look of the man who fell to the ground. Before he was an illegitimate fan who broke into the house, he was a real person."

Wen Cheng's gaze didn't move away from the tablet, and naturally he didn't see Lin Jingke, who was about to leave, open the door and Youyi nodded as a greeting.

"I'm not that great. Saving Shanghe is actually saving myself." Wen Cheng said, "Save the self who was trapped in a six-year nightmare...Yuyi."

He raised the corners of his lips, as if he wasn't the one who expressed his feelings just now: "Is there any braised tenderloin today?"

The 'little nurse' who was in charge of his three meals a day did not speak, and took out the dishes from the insulated lunch box one by one as usual.

Wen Cheng sighed softly in his heart, but still propped himself up with one hand and sat in front of the dining table.

You Yi did cook braised pork tenderloin today, because Wen Cheng sent a WeChat message in the morning telling him that he wanted to eat it.

After all the dishes were brought out, You Yi just sat beside Wen Cheng, when the cell phone he had put aside just now rang.

This ringtone is a bit strange.

Wen Cheng poked his head quietly and took a look.

Is it an alarm clock?

"Yuyi, you're going to go out soon—"

"elder brother."

Youyi spoke.

Wen Cheng was stunned, even the smile froze on his face.

It seemed that he hadn't heard You Yi call him that for a long time.Originally, when Youyi didn't talk to him, although he was a little depressed in his heart, he could still happily approach him and tease him. He knew that as long as he was coaxed slowly, his cuteness would be the easiest to soften his heart, and he would always coax him well.

In this way, even if Youyi ignores him, he will not be angry, on the contrary, he still enjoys it.

... But when You Yi spoke again, Wen Cheng realized how much he wanted to hear him call him, and to hear what he said to him.

"Sixty hours." You Yi whispered, "I haven't spoken to you for sixty hours."

Wen Cheng stretched out his hand in a low voice, and hooked You Yi's fingertips: "My cutie is mad at me."

"I'm angry with myself, and I'm also punishing myself." You Yi lowered his head and looked at the entangled fingers of the two, "I'm afraid I'll lose my mind when I hear what you say, and I'll agree with whatever you say, wait for you The next time I risk my own life, I will be too regretful...so I punish myself not to talk to you, and let myself have a longer memory."

"Brother, you have done nothing wrong," You Yi said, "I did not take good care of you."

Sentence like this, I can't wait to poke several sour holes in Wen Cheng's heart.

When talking to Lin Jingke, Wen Cheng said that he was relying on instinct, that he was doing it for himself, and he didn't think there was any big problem with his behavior between the lines.

But it was the first time that Wen Cheng felt a little bit of fear in this matter with such plain words from You Yi.

He is not alone, he has cuteness and a boyfriend.

There are entertainment.

Youyi who would punish herself for not speaking because she was worried about him.

...how can people like it so much.

"I'm sorry." Compared to the apology he made with Youyi on the roof, Wen Cheng's tone this time was more serious. He hugged Youyi with one hand and patted him lightly, "I've made us cute and worried."

"Brother." There was a little bit of grievance in You Yi's voice, "I want to talk to you, I want to ask you if it hurts, is it uncomfortable to have a plaster on your arm, and I want to kiss you..."

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It must be uncomfortable to carry a big burden on your arm, but it's okay after you get used to it." Wen Cheng replied one by one, "Finally..."

"I can't ask for it."

His family is very thoughtful and cute.

When his lips were contained, Wen Cheng who closed his eyes suddenly sighed in his heart.

His idea, which came to him when he heard the sound of entertainment on the roof, was finally realized after more than 60 hours.