Confessions of a retired star

Gangster.

Actor.

Applying a single word to Q Bu is enough to confuse Zhu Shisi. The pronunciation of the two words is superimposed and mixed into an unheard new word, just like a new word for beginners that puzzles Zhu Shisi, but faintly, He felt that this kind of ignorance and confusion was actually a psychological stress buffer.

Q Bu smiled shyly, greeted Yan Yu and Guo Xi, invited them into the house, and brought them shoe covers.

Q Bu turned his back to Zhu Shisi, curled his right arm clumsily, and cooperated with his left hand to unpack the shoe cover.

Q Bu responded to Yan Yu and Guo Xi's curious questions, his voice became lower when he nodded, and his voice became clear again when he raised his head.

Zhu Shisi saw his tall and straight back under the black shirt and the well-trimmed hair ends, which gradually overlapped with the back figure in the rain in his memory. With a flash of inspiration, Zhu Shisi's heartbeat instantly accelerated, as if he had left It jumped out of the chest cavity, jumped up to the throat, and jumped together with the carotid artery.

These two words point to the same person, Fang Ting.

"come on in."

Q Bu, or Fang Ting, waved to Zhu Shisi who was standing blankly outside the door, with a smile hidden in the corner of his mouth, like a cunning and innocent child saying to Zhu Shisi, unexpectedly, the answer to the riddle is actually so simple and rude.

It's not unexpected, but this conjecture is too absurd, and it was denied by Zhu Shisi at the beginning of its germination.

"My god! What other cuisines do you not know how to cook?"

Yan Yu's exaggerated cry came from the opposite side, and by the time Zhu Shisi's heart returned to his chest, he had already sat on the dining table in a strange way.

Yan Yu and Guo Xi were full of praise for each other's cooking skills. The dinner plate was piled up with paper balls and bones. Zhu Shisi mechanically drank the pumpkin mushroom soup and chatted dully with everyone, what he ate, what he said, These are movements manipulated by muscle memory.

The tinnitus continued loudly from the moment he entered the door, and while Zhu Shisi was wandering, he heard some information intermittently.

For example, Guo Xi is a fan of Fang Ting, and it was a pity that she didn't have time to say hello when they met in the studio last time. Unexpectedly, Zhu Shisi became friends with him.

For example, Yan Yu actually just found out that he was Fang Ting, and the reason why he called him the boss was because he was the owner of the GT-R with a starry roof that he met at the car modification factory last time, and Yan Yu was so envious.

For example, Guo Xi mentioned that Zhu Shisi was praised by Chen Quan for being an actor on the set. It turned out that the two had already discussed their acting skills in private.

For example, Yan Yu broke the news that Zhu Shisi was ironing clothes nervously in the car, and laughed as if he was in a relationship when he was on the phone.

Fang Ting sat next to Zhu Shisi, occasionally responded with a few words, served soup and vegetables for everyone with a smile, and when the two people on the opposite side were not paying attention, he took Zhu Shisi's left hand that was hanging under the table with his right hand.

Clenching tightly, Zhu Shisi didn't resist, and clenched again, but also didn't resist, Fang Ting boldly inserted five fingers into Zhu Shisi's, wrapping around the back of his hand, interlocking his fingers.

Fang Ting blinked affectionately at Zhu Shisi, drew a heart on his soft palm with his fingertips, and whispered: "You look so good today."

The hot wind blows into the ear, Zhu Shisi suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Ting, like a sleepwalker being dragged off the rails before the train hit him.

The tinnitus sounded like the whistle of a train and he left. Zhu Shisi woke up like a dream. In front of him was Fang Ting's cunning, bold and cheerful smile.

"What's wrong? Is it not to your taste?"

Fang Ting leaned over and gently met Zhu Shisi's gaze, maybe because he was too close, maybe because he cut his hair and didn't wear casual clothes, Zhu Shisi realized that he didn't know him anymore.

Where did Qbu go?Does he look like this?

"I..." Zhu Shisi's mouth was sore, Yu Guangli, Yan Yu and Guo Xi had a good meal, he lowered his head, "I don't like cauliflower."

Fang Ting took away the creamy bacon and cauliflower in Zhu Shisi's bowl thoughtfully. He didn't ask him the real reason why he hesitated to speak, and continued to chat with Yan Yu and Guo Xi, but his right hand was always touching Zhu Shisi's ten fingers. Locked together, never loosened.

"Actor, I like your performance so much. To tell you the truth, I have watched your movie no less than five times, and I have always wondered what you look like in person. My mother, I saw you so handsome in the studio in April. Brother asked me if Fang was good to listen to, I thought to myself that it’s not only good looking, even if I get you into COC as a member, I won’t lose points at all!”

After Guo Xi drank, he talked more than usual, and his speech speed was also fast. Yan Yu excitedly echoed: "Then it's lucky that Zhu Shisi didn't hear your words. He is the one who hates others to be better than him."

Yan Yu mischievously touched Zhu Shisi's soup bowl with his wine glass, Zhu Shisi smiled and said nothing.

"You really haven't learned acting? You have played both the blind man and the murderer, especially the father in "White Balloon". I thought the protagonist directly hired a prisoner to act."

"That's because I have experience."

Fang Ting smiled, Yan Yu praised him for being humorous, and the atmosphere at the dinner table became more cheerful and active.

Zhu Shisi forgot that he was laughing or eating in silence at the time. The memory of tonight was intermittent. The next scene where he could feel his personal participation was at nine o'clock in the evening, after seeing off Yan Yu and Guo Xi .

Fang Ting cleared away the dinner plates and started to wash the dishes in the little bear apron. Zhu Shisi remembered clearly that his apron was worn inside out, with hairy lines and reverse patterns exposed, and he hummed a song unconsciously Turning on the hot water, at that moment Zhu Shisi realized that even though he was wearing a formal black shirt and had short, neatly cut hair, he was Q Bu and Fang Ting at the same time.

Zhu Shisi walked behind Fang Ting, reached out and turned off the faucet: "Q...Fang Ting, I want to talk to you."

"Me too," Fang Ting wiped his hands on the reversed apron, untied it and threw it aside, then turned around and hugged Zhu Shisi, "I don't want to wait any longer."

Fang Ting's dark eyes were so clear under the short-cut bangs that there was no impurity, and they were so clear that they would overflow with tears in the blink of an eye. Zhu Shisi looked at him, and seemed to see through the silver halo in his eyes. broke his heart.

"I like you, I have liked you for a long time."

In the ear, the faucet was ticking, and Zhu Shisi read his confession from Fang Ting's approaching lips. He thought of the mermaid holding a handful of pearls to offer to the fisherman and telling him that these were his treasured tears. Some emotions were born.

Fang Ting's left arm hugged Zhu Shisi's waist tightly, letting him raise his head slightly according to his own strength, Zhu Shisi's slightly parted lips were touched, and the teeth were pushed together through two pieces of soft flesh, and the upper lip was separated. There was some pain left.

Zhu Shisi didn't realize that it was a kiss. Fang Ting stepped back, lowered his eyes and smiled shyly at his youthful kissing skills, raised his eyes, his pupils were filled with dark red passion, and switched from his right arm to his left arm. position, left hand up to support the back of Zhu Shisi's neck, lowered his head again, and stuck to Zhu Shisi's lips.

"Wait...wait a minute."

Fingers between the lips of the two.

"...Don't do this," Zhu Shisi tilted his head, and gently broke away from Fang Ting's warm arms, "Don't do this before I figure everything out."

Fang Ting regained his cheerful expression after a brief loss, he nodded, and there was a trace of conspicuous excitement on his smiling face: "Besides that I am Fang Ting, I have something more important to tell you, you go and sit on the sofa OK, I'll be right over."

The upper lip that was knocked was still aching, Zhu Shisi walked towards the living room in a daze, his heart was connected, he didn't feel the joy in his blood, he knew what he was unhappy about.

The top movie king turned into a jobless vagrant to play against himself, thinking that he was just a talented layman, thinking that his progress was inspired by the collision with his rough stone, but in fact he picked up a role he didn't want, Just like a teacher revealing questions to students, he told him in advance how to play He Sai well.

For Zhu Shisi, this is a kind of charity that is difficult for his self-esteem to accept. Since he was a child, he has resisted seeing the answer before solving the problem. This weird habit has been maintained until now.

He has rejected many similar shortcuts and help that would allow him to achieve success in one step. He doesn't like his hypocritical self-esteem that is so stubborn that it is almost paranoid, but it is like an innate instinct that cannot be ignored. He can only try to weaken it.

Fang Ting took down the bread-like tin box from the display shelf, sat next to Zhu Shisi, and hugged the little swan on the cushion on his lap.

The fabric sofa bears his weight, and it slowly sinks and bounces full again in Zhu Shisi's hand. The iron box is placed between the two of them. Fang Ting's fingernails are kept very short. A child opening a snack package.

The little swan was nodding constantly under the pressure of his upper body, Zhu Shisi looked at the three-quarter profile of his face focused on the box, a stream of heat washed away the tight pride along with the swallowed saliva.

He remembered the night when Fang Ting was still Q Bu, and told himself that he didn’t feel narcissistic when acting. This reminder was like an auxiliary line for solving problems, enough to make him alert and angry, but he didn’t. He just told him not to elaborate. Let yourself think.

It turns out that it has been abnormal since then. Why, is it because Q Bu's kindness is more sincere than others?Or is it because Fang Ting's acting skills are proficient enough, his every move, every frown and smile, all imply that he is different from others, and he is brainwashing and hypnotizing himself?

The chest is getting hotter and hotter. Zhu Shisi likes Fang Ting, more than expected.

He was thankful that he had stabilized his emotions and didn't show the shock after learning the truth in front of everyone.

There are only the two of them, maybe it's time to try to change yourself for him?But this needs a long process, how to do now?Patiently listening to his self-confessions?Or take the initiative to return him an interrupted kiss?

Zhu Shisi took a deep breath and slowly sat down towards Fang Ting.

Just at this time, Fang Ting opened the lid of the iron box, and it bounced on the coffee table with a bang, and the contents inside also spilled out.

It was old and new postcards and a clear crystal glass cube.

Fang Ting hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and Zhu Shisi also helped pick up two. He arranged the front and back of the postcards, and accidentally saw the pen writing written in dark blue ink on the yellowed paper.

"Shu Yun, did you receive the last postcard..."