The traffic and the movie king are together [Entertainment circle]

Bai Xuchuan just felt that he should be drunk, his brain was working normally.

So after he wrapped himself in the other party's breath, he still thought about He Yanzhi's words seriously.

Be good, I will take you home.

If you are not good, I will take you back to my house.

Bai Xuchuan thought about it, He Yanzhi had too many residences, which one did he recognize?

"Where is your home?"

There was still a residual smell of alcohol in his mouth, and it still hurt a little, so he smacked his tongue, and exhaled softly in dissatisfaction, and the warm, sweet and alcohol-flavored breath was blown on He Yanzhi's face.

He Yanzhi tapped the dimple on his right cheek lightly with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice, "So, are you ready to go home with me?"

Bai Xuchuan looked at him eagerly: "You can't use a question to avoid a question."

The logic is actually quite clear.

He Yanzhi thought for a while, then nodded: "It makes sense."

"A house can't be regarded as a writer, a place with a family is a home." Bai Xuchuan said, "My adoptive father is in Qingxi Mountain, but he is a monk..."

His voice slowly lowered: "I don't know where I can count as my home now."

He was thrown away at birth.

He Yanzhi said softly: "Then I'll take you back to my home, okay? My home is your home."

"Xiao Chuan, let me be your family."

Bai Xuchuan was stunned for a moment: "You can't talk nonsense."

The car drove smoothly on the city roads at night. The windows were made of special glass, and the inside could not be seen from the outside, but the high lights on both sides of the viaduct shone down, and the two people in the car could clearly see each other's eyelashes.

He Yanzhi smiled wryly: "Why do you think I'm talking nonsense?"

"I'm not saying you talk nonsense." Bai Xuchuan raised his hand and scratched his hair, feeling a little confused, "I mean, don't talk nonsense."

"Ok?"

"I will believe what you said." The young man's black and white eyes were bright, and he said honestly, "If you want to go back on your word in the future..."

"No." He Yanzhi said impatiently.

"That's not for sure." Bai Xuchuan shrugged, with a lively look in his eyes, "Anyway, if you go back on your word... I'll..."

He Yanzhi looked at him fixedly.

"I'll just..." He really couldn't find any way to restrict him, Bai Xuchuan thought.He couldn't bear to be a little bit harsher.

The young man looked at the other party, and didn't want to say anything for a long time. He lowered his head and buried his head on his shoulder, and said sullenly, "Be nicer to me."

"En." He Yanzhi said in a low voice, hugging the person in his arms tightly.

Treat him better?

He simply doesn't know how to treat him better, and if he knew, he would do it.

"I'll be nice to you."

After a while, Bai Xuchuan said very seriously.

The voice was soft like a raving.

He Yanzhi's thoughts were too complicated at the moment, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only pat him on the back with his hands.

Bai Xuchuan was sleepy by him, after a while, he couldn't help raising his hand and yawned: "I'll sleep for a while...Call me when I arrive."

Bai Xuchuan had a dream, dreaming that he was shaking, and he woke up just like that.

Then he opened his eyes and realized that he was being carried on his back and was climbing the stairs.

climbing stairs?

Whether it is the house he rented or Yanzhi's apartment in Jiyun, they are all on the highest floor. If the elevator is broken, it is absolutely impossible for Yanzhi to carry him up the stairs.

So this is... the He family's old house?

Bai Xuchuan squinted his eyes and looked around, gradually recalling.

"woke up?"

Bai Xuchuan climbed down with hands and feet: "Just wake me up."

He Yanzhi said without changing his face: "It's okay, I just want to exercise."

While talking, the two walked to the door of a room.

He Yanzhi gave him the key to the dark black door.

"I live here?" Bai Xuchuan asked.

"We live here." He Yanzhi watched the young man open the door, and said unhurriedly.

Bai Xuchuan glanced at him, thinking that he was not prepared anyway, and nothing would happen, so he didn't speak, and pushed the door open with his breath held.

The room is large, with a retro design. There is a thick dark gray blanket on the floor beside the bed. The windows are closed tightly, but the ventilation equipment ensures good air.

Bai Xuchuan walked around the room, knelt down and touched the long dark wood-colored floor by the window.

He said: "It must be very nice to see the snow here in winter."

"Yeah." He Yanzhi also squatted down, raised his hand and opened a corner of the curtain, and looked at the beautiful garden outside with him, and a few neatly trimmed small pine trees in the distance.

"At that time there will be a snowfall, and then all the plants will turn white. We can sit here and drink tea..." The young man said slowly, "There is a small stove, and the teapot is purring on it..."

He Yanzhi felt that the scene he described was beautiful.

He stared at Bai Xuchuan, smiled for a while and said: "At least until now, you are not drunk."

"Yes." Bai Xuchuan looked up at him distressedly, "But I came back with you... This is the weirdest thing."

"I am your family." He Yanzhi said.

Bai Xuchuan hummed lightly.

"It's getting late, go to bed." He Yanzhi glanced at the clock on the wall, pointed to the bathroom, "I'll get you a change of clothes."

Tonight, neither of them wanted to do anything else.It’s been a long time since my body was stained with the same smell of shampoo and body wash, neatly dressed in pajamas and lying side by side on the bed, quietly talking about life or work.Those topics are all over the place, some are meaningful, and more are meaningless, chatting in a nonchalant manner.One second he was talking about the probe going to Proxima Centauri, and the next second he was talking about the new album that Bai Xuchuan was recording... It seems that he will never get tired of talking like this.

Finally, Bai Xuchuan yawned, turned over, and put his arms casually on He Yanzhi's chest.

He Yanzhi leaned over and kissed his forehead: "Sleep, baby, it's getting late."

"Yeah." Bai Xuchuan was very tired physically, but his spirit was still excited, and he murmured unconsciously, "You didn't say much about yourself..."

"I don't have much to say." He Yanzhi said softly, "Work? Does it count if I want to direct a play after the Chinese New Year?"

"Of course!" However, when Bai Xuchuan heard this, he felt relieved all of a sudden, "Director He, I've seen you directing on the set. The way you stare at the camera seriously! It's super cool!"

He Yanzhi looked at him: "Have you seen me direct a play? Why don't I remember."

"A photo, a photo." The young man ignored it nonchalantly, propped his head up and down and looked up and down at the simple man in front of him, "Director He..."

He Yanzhi raised his eyelids.

"Director He, I suddenly remembered something." Bai Xuchuan pondered, "I lack a director for the MV of the title song of my album... I want to ask if you are free next Monday?"

He looked at him anxiously: "The time is before the Chinese New Year. You seem to have told me that this period of time is very free."

He Yanzhi didn't speak.

Bai Xuchuan tilted his head: "Director He?"

After a long while, the young man turned his head with a little disappointment: "Don't agree to me...then you go to work, I can do it."

"It doesn't matter if other people are directors, and it doesn't matter how the MV is presented, but it takes a week to shoot the MV, and the week will be very busy. If I'm busy, I won't be able to see you."

As he was rambling on, He Yanzhi sighed: "Little villain."

"I didn't say no." He pondered, "I'm just thinking about how to shoot you."