Soft fragrance in my arms [entertainment circle]

After taking a bath, Ye Sixu stood naked in front of the transparent mirror of the sink.

On the silver metal hook beside the mirror was his watch, which showed nine thirty.

He is watching himself.

He spends a lot of time observing himself every day, and enjoys acquiring various self-awareness from his body.

Sometimes, when Ye Sixu looked at his pale and frail body, he always felt that there was a child full of curiosity living inside.

And sometimes, he loathes himself extremely, because this kind of self looks like a pervert.

But he still couldn't cut off this idea, so he let it develop since he was an adult.

At this moment, the bangs that used to cover his forehead were wiped back, revealing his smooth and full forehead and smooth hairline.

Ye Sixu leaned closer to the mirror, looking for angles left and right.

He thought, from which angle is he most similar to Qin Yuefeng?

He has repeated this matter countless times, and each time he has no answer.

The ink-dyed black hair dripped with cool water droplets, and the water droplets hit his skin, arousing a keen sense.

Ye Sixu shook his head, shook his black hair, and let it cover his forehead again. He raised his head, looked at the light, and suddenly had a very secret thought:

When can I see Qin Yueming's body.

He supported the milky white marble sink, raised his head and closed his eyes foolishly, while his red lips parted in an arc, and he smiled at the mirror like crazy.

What came to mind was the appearance of Qin Yueming standing in front of him after taking off his clothes.

The figure must be very close to the statue of David under Michelangelo's carving knife, every line is full of gushing power...

Cough, I can't think about it anymore!

Ye Sixu found himself reacting.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw himself flushed in the mirror, and he pulled out a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist in embarrassment.

Quickly swipe the watch, then open the door and go out.

The scar on the wrist cut by the strap began to turn white after being soaked in water. After Ye Sixu changed into a bright yellow T-shirt and casual trousers, he went to the restaurant to ask the housekeeper, Sister Zhang, for a band-aid.

Sister Zhang also cared about him a few words, Ye Sixu said that she was going to the third floor, so she didn't talk much.

When they reached the third floor, the door of the cinema room was open.

Ye Sixu hurried over, but saw Qin Yueming playing with the photographic equipment he just brought back in the room.

It turned out that he himself had to be busy.

Ye Sixu walked like a cat without making a sound. Qin Yueming bent over to assemble it so intently that he didn't notice it. When it was close to ten o'clock, he frowned and looked at his watch. When he turned his head, he saw a soft white surface leaning against the door frame little boy.

The dark eyes don't know where to stare.

Qin Yueming kept moving his hands, lowered his eyes and continued to work, and reminded him heavily: "Come in."

Only then did Ye Sixu step in as if he had just woken up from a dream, and a ray of ghost floated past Qin Yueming to look for the DVD.

Goodfellas by Martin Scorsese.

Ye Sixu actually only watched it once, and even the plot... almost forgot.

But just now he said that he wanted to see it.

He blushed for himself who lied casually.

When he put the DVD away and turned around, Ye Sixu was startled to realize that Qin Yueming was watching him.

The deep eyes are like the moonlight, causing him to give birth to many reveries...

He lowered his eyes, walked quickly to the sofa chair and sat down.

He was also surprised to find that there was a diamond-shaped crystal cup on the counter, which contained a little bit of golden wine.

It should be whiskey.

Qin Yueming was holding another glass of whiskey in his hand, and Ju Gao watched the well-behaved little boy sit down, the white insteps resting on the sofa, glowing white.

He turned around and closed the door, stood by the door, took a sip of wine, and stared at the timid little white rabbit.

When he raised his hand to turn off the light, the little white rabbit shrank back into the sofa chair, hugged his calf tightly, and put his right hand on his left wrist, which was his habitual action.

The movie starts slowly.

Ye Sixu stared at the screen for a moment, but also keenly noticed that Qin Yueming hadn't sat on the sofa next to him, so he raised his eyes to look for him with some doubts.

But I saw him staring at the screen, his eyes were shining with light, flickering with the light and dark of the picture.

Ye Sixu thought, Qin Yueming is not only an excellent director, but also an outstanding actor.

Because he has a pair of extremely charming eyes, full of stories and a sense of mystery, which makes people curious and addicted.

Qin Yueming casually raised his hand, took a sip of whiskey with ice, and walked slowly towards the sofa.

Only then did Ye Sixu turn his attention back to the movie itself, but this was almost impossible, because Qin Yueming was so close, how could he not pay attention to him at all?

With a "beep", the crystal wine glass made a clinking sound on the cork coaster.

Qin Yueming leaned against the sofa in a relaxed manner, with both arms resting casually on the armrests, his eyes fell on the movie screen, and he said casually: "Drink some wine?"

Ye Sixu twisted the strap of his watch and responded in a low voice: "Yes."

Was it really prepared for me?

But why let yourself drink?

Qin Yueming raised his right hand, propped it on the armrest at will, propped his chin, and said lightly: "Come with me for a drink."

Ye Sixu paused, and thought: Does he know what he is thinking?

He let go of this somewhat restrained posture, slowly put his feet down on the sofa, and nodded obediently: "Oh." As he spoke, he turned his head and rested his fingers on the outside of the crystal glass.

The diamond pattern and the coldness hit him at the same time, and he moved his fingers before picking it up from the cork coaster.

Qin Yueming saw his hesitation, turned his head to look at him slightly, and asked calmly: "Can't you drink?"

"Yes!" Ye Sixu said immediately, noticing that he was watching him carefully at the end of his eyes, he opened his lips and poured the wine into his mouth.

Anyway, just a little bit, Ye Sixu thought, it should be fine.

But then, he was so hot that he coughed and shed tears. How could this whiskey be so bad?

He had the impression that he had drunk beer and a little white wine, and seeing Qin Yueming drinking casually, he thought it was...

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ye Sixu supported the sofa, the glass in his hand was pulled out, and he threw it on the counter, and then, holding his upper arm with one hand, he became more nervous, and walked towards Backing away, coughing and waving his hands, "It's okay, it's okay..."

Embarrassed, I wish there was a crack on the ground.

Qin Yueming saw that his soft white cheeks were instantly flushed, and his beaded earlobes were also flushed immediately, so he knew that he was a non-drinker.

He carefully pressed his thin and hot shoulders, and said in a deep voice, "Sit down."

Ye Sixu was stunned for a moment when he heard his tone suddenly become heavy. She was a little dizzy and raised her head straight up. Her dark starry eyes looked up at the man in front of her from bottom to top. A trace of pathetic energy.

But with just such a soft and weak look, Ye Sixu immediately pursed his lower lip, lowered his head, and said obediently and softly: "I want to go to sleep."

On the left shoulder is Qin Yueming's generous palm. This strength exudes a breath of an adult man, and the palm is so hot that it feels like it is burning the skin.

Ye Sixu dodged awkwardly.

Qin Yueming let go of his hand, and after standing still, he coughed lightly and said lightly: "Sit down for a while before going down, I'll send someone to deliver hangover soup."

After speaking, he turned and left without waiting for Ye Sixu's response.

Ye Sixu looked at the old gangster man in a white shirt and black suit with meticulously combed hair in the movie, then looked at the empty sofa, and thought: He also seems to be a cold killer.

At any time, you have to pull out the cold, black barrel, and suddenly shoot yourself in the heart.

Will you look at your bloody corpse with ruthless eyes in the end?

After the alcohol turned up, Ye Sixu leaned back on the sofa chair, thinking sadly: No, he probably won't remember that there was such a person as himself in this world.

He covered his face with his hands, and hot tears flowed down his hot cheeks.

That's right, when he thought that if he turned into dust, maybe Qin Yueming would never remember him, Ye Sixu felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to find a place to curl up.

When Qin Yueming turned back to the theater room, he saw the boy hiding on the sofa with his legs bent, covering his face and wiping his face in a panic.

He frowned, standing by the sofa, leaning on the back of the chair with his left hand, silently glanced at the empty glass that he had thrown away just now, and pressed the back of the chair with his fingers.

Ye Sixu was afraid that Qin Yueming would find himself crying when he came over, and he didn't know why he suddenly cried.

He raised his tearful eyes in embarrassment and awkwardness, and casually explained to Qin Yueming: "Karen."

As he said, he raised his hand to wipe his teary eyes, "I feel so pitiful for Karen..."

This is the wife of one of the main characters in the movie.

Qin Yueming was supposed to follow his words and go to the movies, but instead, he stared at this frail young man intently.

Ye Sixu also found out, embarrassed and anxious, sobbing and buried her head on her knees to wipe away her tears, only wiping her already red cheeks into a bright red.

"Well, I know." Qin Yueming replied, seemingly without much emotion.

Ye Sixu buried his eyes and thought uneasily: He should believe it, right?

But why didn't he come over to comfort me twice?Even if you just say something casually!

Ye Sixu was so sad that he was dying.

He also felt that he was becoming hypocritical for no reason, why did he come over to comfort himself?He doesn't like himself!

Thinking of this, Ye Sixu cried even more.

Why let yourself drink!It's all his fault!

While struggling with his own heart, Ye Sixu felt the back of his head being gently pressed by a palm, he choked in surprise and dared not move.

Gently stroked the palm twice from top to bottom, comforting Ye Sixu silently.

Then came a sincere voice: "Don't cry."

Ye Sixu was originally stunned by shock, but because of the simple two words and the seemingly invisible warmth in his palm, a corner of his heart collapsed instantly, completely collapsed, and tears rolled down like crazy.

The tall man stared down at the boy he was touching with his palms down his eyelashes. His habitually examining eyes showed extremely complicated emotions at this moment, and the corners of his always sharp lips curled into an extremely restrained arc.

Ye Sixu, who hugged her legs tightly, opened her mouth and gnawed on her knees, her shoulders trembling from crying, as pitiful as a lonely little chick under the torrential rain.

Don't be so nice to me, I'm afraid I'll never want to leave you again!

No one spoke, and the two stood one by one, silent as if they were a double statue.

Ye Sixu's tears wetted his trousers on his knees, and when the door was knocked, he realized what he looked like, and hid Qin Yueming's hand nervously and frightenedly.

Qin Yueming said quickly: "It's Aunt Xiang, sending hangover soup."

When he went to open the door, Ye Sixu turned his head in the opposite direction and wiped away his tears.

Sad and embarrassing, never drink again.

Qin Yueming put the wooden tray on the counter in the center of the sofa, picked up the porcelain bowl containing the hangover soup, looked at the boy who hadn't turned his head all this time, and said quite seriously: "Drink it before going to rest."

Ye Sixu hurriedly turned around, lowered her eyes, and quickly took the bowl from his hand. It was still a little hot, but she was busy holding the porcelain spoon and sipping it in small sips.

The slender and thick eyelashes covered the fair eyes wetly. Under the flickering movie lights, there was a strange beauty.

And the rosy and plump rhomboid lips are dyed in soup color, and they are glowing softly, looking vivid.

Qin Yueming's eyes turned away from his face and moved to the screen, only to feel that the details of the movie that were worth savoring repeatedly in the past are now tasteless.

Ye Sixu finally drank two-thirds of the hangover soup, hurriedly put the porcelain bowl back, stood up on the carpet, and muttered to Qin Yueming: "Then I'm going to rest, I'm sorry." For my embarrassment.

He was stepping past Qin Yueming, but unexpectedly, he was taking three steps when his right wrist was grasped by him.

The heat hit again, Ye Sixu was in a state of confusion, turned his head and looked at him with dodge eyes: "What... what's wrong?"

Qin Yueming hurriedly let go of his tender wrist, looked at the movie, and said in a neutral tone: "Take the bowl down."

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