Confessions of a retired star

Zhu Shisi was so frightened that he couldn't give an answer.

His body, his expression, his thoughts are all controlled by an impulse from the inside out.

His palpitations at this moment corresponded to the panic before He Sai's secret and venomous heart fire was suddenly aroused. He twisted and evaded, and then leaned against Q Bu's chest in a tacit posture, raised his hands, and inserted his fingers into it. Rubbing and scratching his hair helplessly, just like He Sai yearned for K, longing for his deeper and stronger touch.

At this time, the water cup in the play should be knocked down by the entangled two people, and the back of K's hand will be stained with water. The cold water seeps into the fingertips, warms the palm of his hand, and embeds He Sai's thin cloth along his fingerprints, sticking to him and scorching him. skin.

Without the prop of a water cup, Q Bu pressed his sweaty palms on Zhu Shisi's abdomen, sometimes as gentle as caressing, sometimes as violent as tearing.The contours of the rubbing together spit out overlapping hot air, and a more humid feeling than in the play gushes out, flowing down the dry bodies of the two, overlapping and evaporating.

Zhu Shisi performed by relying on his intuition, or he had forgotten to perform, and was being influenced by instinct to the depth of every breath and the rhythm of every muscle.

Q cloth sticks behind him, communicates with him, and blends with his body. The stimulation given to each other and the response to each other are very tacit, as if two halves of a soul, reunited after each was lost and lost, and finally merged into one.

Is this the love between He Sai and K that bursts out like a fire and falls like a thunderstorm?

Zhu Shisi was placed frontally in the darkness, and a crimson mist filled his eyes. In the distorted water vapor, there were two identical people facing Zhu Shisi like mirror images, embracing and blending in the same posture.

A ball of evil fire burned his heart, Zhu Shisi tried his best to blink away the illusion in front of him, turned around suddenly, and pushed Q Bu away.

Q Bu staggered back in the window scene lit up by the night. In his confused vision, Zhu Shisi caught up with him, and with a chaotic smile, he threw himself into his arms again, and put his fingers that should have been soaked in water He picked it up, and under the staring eyes, he took it into his mouth bit by bit.

Under the window, the cars on the street roared past with their long horns that pierced the silence of the night.

Behind Q Bu there are towering buildings, a pale moon, empty and boring conversations of passers-by, and hoarse sounds echoing between the two buildings.

But Zhu Shisi only saw his eyes sliding freely from dazed and injured to winning. The next moment, a charming crimson flame surged from the depths of the black eyes. Zhu Shisi approached, approached, hugged, and then Hugging him tightly, he finally saw clearly the sparkling wicks in his eyes—it was himself, a man with messy brown hair and a ragged shirt. In his eyes, he became one with him.

In the dim night, no one spoke, and what was about to fall was a kiss that grew from desire and escaped from desire.

He Sai offered K a proof of surrender without hesitation. After this bond-like kiss, he and his personality fell into the abyss of endless karmic fire.

Q Bu was waiting for Zhu Shisi above, and K was also waiting for He Sai. He held his breath and stared quietly.

As friendly as a patriarch watching over his backward people, as ferocious as a wolf king patrolling his dying prey, as eager as a child holding his colorful balloons, as calm as a banker catching his foolish gamblers.

As the last bait, the perfume catches Zhu Shisi's breath, hooks the soft palate of his half-open mouth, and fishes him towards Q Bu's lips.

Zhu Shisi indulged in his unpredictable eyes, crossed his surrendered hands, wrapped them around his neck, and sent his lips up.

The distance is shortening, four centimeters, three centimeters, two centimeters, one centimeter...

What Zhu Shisi was thinking, he was thinking about taking fake photos with Yan Yu many times, which made him so sensitive to the scale.

He was wondering if the perfume on Q Bu's body was orange or orange, or both?

He was wondering how much the jacket was torn on the floor, a classic Burberry Kensington, with the buttons broken.

He was thinking about whether the shirt, which he had covered all day, had an unpleasant sweaty smell, and how the softened collar would be straightened.

He is still thinking about He Sai, thinking about K, imagining them mosaic and melting in the living room of the old rental house, hugging with tears on the terrazzo floor that is not cool in summer, with human sweat printed on the floor, and a fan with cobwebs Buzzing, blowing away their tears and sweat.

The only thing he wasn't thinking about was that, as Zhu Shisi, he was about to kiss a man named Q Bu.

……

Just a second before the lips touched, the tightly wound fingers stopped.

Zhu Shisi's wandering fingertips touched Q Bu's scar extending from the back of his left ear down to his neck. A straight scar, like a thunderbolt, knocked away Zhu Shisi's hand and their kiss that was about to seal.

This scar belongs to Q Bu himself. Q Bu is not K, and Zhu Shisi is not He Sai.

Zhu Shisi had a sudden epiphany, and jumped out of the character in an instant. After tens of seconds of being stunned, he retreated in a panic, and retreated into the darkness outside the box.

After a long time, there was a sound of opening the door.

"Actually...you don't have to cooperate with me to do this step."

Before Zhu Shisi closed the door, Q Bu heard him say this.

Yan Yu was very angry.

From eight o'clock to ten o'clock, he sent more than thirty messages to Zhu Shisi, and the other party only replied with an "OK" emoji at nine o'clock.

OK?It's a perfunctory reply that is completely wrong!During dinner, Yan Yu posted a Weibo comment that left him speechless, and immediately complained passionately to Zhu Shisi, but he only replied "OK"?

"This grandson, wants to go to the house to reveal tiles?"

Yan Yu grabbed the phone, it was almost eleven o'clock, Zhu Shisi still hadn't replied in the chat box, he was very angry.

If you want to talk about this matter, it's actually not a big deal, it's just the grievances between the former teammates and them.The Ye Kai who became a vegetable in a car accident will not be shown for the time being, there is another one who got married and retired from the team, named Zhong Xiaolong, Yan Yu affectionately called it——Zhong Bird Cage.

This bell bird cage lives up to his name, at least in Yan Yu's eyes, he pretends to be a hero, but what he actually does is a fucking bird.

Nine years ago, when the five of them first formed a group for training, the bell bird cage was like a tail, swaying around Ye Kai all day long, except for Ye Kai, who looked down on this and that, and the remaining three didn't go through the back door It's twice-cooked pork, anyway, he beeped.

After Ye Kai's accident, Zhong Niaocage's teammate Zhong Niaoceng's back door and twice-cooked meat worked hard to revitalize the combination. He died alone, doing nothing, either clubbing or picking up girls, and he never did serious things in a day.

But he is lucky, since his debut he has been a bad boy style, many fans have paid for his unruly behavior, COC has not been held back too much by him.

The year before last, this person suddenly turned his back on his ways and rescued a female teacher who came to find a student but was stalked by gangsters in a nightclub, and even got into a fight with gangsters.When he came back after recuperating for a month, the drafts all over the internet were praising him for his sloppy appearance and gentle heart, and the company was preparing to push him hard. As a result, he caught off guard and unleashed a deadly move—common people, this Grandpa is getting married!

Three days later, he and the teacher's sister, who was ten years older than him, entered the marriage hall.

Fans can tolerate you smoking, drinking, burning your head and spreading gossip, but you have to fall into the arms of a woman without defense and live a sweet married life with her, sorry, get out.

COC was pitted by this pig teammate at the time.

Yan Yu thinks that he is old and has been in the circle for a long time. It has been two years since the incident, and he is too lazy to argue with this kind of brat, but this birdman does not stop. The rest of the teammate's black material, sometimes people post Weibo and grab the building below, post some strange remarks and emoticons, and the angry operation is like a mental retardation.

Today, Yan Yu posted a business selfie at the request of his manager. In the selfie, he was wearing retro overalls and an accordion pleated shirt, his hair was curled and sprinkled with gold powder, and the corners of his eyes were covered with sequins, in the standard sparkling little prince style.

Zhong Xiaolong swiftly snatched up the building: "It's so beautiful, mother and mother are beautiful."

Yan Yu: ...

Ignore him, the black fans will have a carnival, ignore him, and the black fans will have a carnival.

And you can't get angry, because getting angry represents prejudice against women. Zhong Xiaolong can quibble that "mother" is a neutral word, and you will get angry because you think it is derogatory.

So Yan Yu complained a lot to Zhu Shisi with a sigh of relief, but the other party only replied with an "OK".

Call him and ask him what he means. The first phone rings dozens of times and hangs up automatically. The second call means that the other party is talking.

Yan Yu found that Zhu Shisi was more annoying than Zhong Niaocang.

When Zhu Shisi returned home in a daze, the first thing he did was to rush into the bathroom, turn on the low water temperature, and let the ceiling shower head pour over his hot body like a torrential rain for half an hour.

He reacted, both mentally and physically.

Q cloth seems to have a strange magic power, which mobilizes him, makes him intoxicated, and makes him forget himself.

The pungent love that burned his body burned Zhu Shisi's belly and his heart. He ran away in a hurry because he was afraid, a kind of fear of the sudden arrival of an unknown world.

This is the relationship between He Sai and K?Rising suddenly in the dull tranquility, like a storm, the logic is swept away, there is no room for escape, weeping, begging, and harvesting each other like crazy.

As an expressionist who emphasizes imitation among actors, Zhu Shisi was taught a lesson belonging to the experiential school by Q.

After the cooling down, Zhu Shisi temporarily calmed down. He recalled the feeling just now, played the roles of He Sai and K respectively, and sent the recorded video to Chen Quan.

At eleven o'clock, Chen Quan should not have slept yet, Zhu Shisi hadn't eaten, and sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, staring at the phone, waiting for Chen Quan's call back.

The system prompts that there are more than [-] unread messages and one missed call, all of which belong to Yan Yu. Zhu Shisi glanced at it, but didn't see what he was talking about.

Twenty minutes later, the screen that had been turned off suddenly lit up, and an unfamiliar call came in. The phone vibrated three times in Zhu Shisi's hand. He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Director Chen, is this your private number?"

"..."

"...Director Chen?"

"it's me."

On the road outside the building, a car drove by, and the front and rear tires pressed against the loose manhole cover, making two dull and loud noises.

In the earpiece, after the other party gave a short and deep answer, the sound of iron being run over by wheels mixed into the quiet ambient sound, dimly, slightly delayed, overlapping with the street sound downstairs.

Boom, once, boom, twice.

Zhu Shisi couldn't help trembling, he took the phone away.

"Don't hang up," the voice on the phone said in a deep voice, "Come to the window, I want to see you."