Comparable species

The sky at night was like blackened blue ink, Qi Yan walked up the mountain along the path.Xia Shishen was much busier filming than he imagined, most of the time Qi Yan stayed in his room by himself, only once Xia Shishen took him out for a walk, and was very unlucky to run into a reporter who came to visit the set .

Qi Yan hid in the bushes and was bitten all over his arm by a mosquito.

When he returned home, Xia Shishen applied ointment to him with a gloomy face. Sitting on the sofa, Qi Yan couldn't help comforting him: "It's because I hid in the wrong place. If I go to the corner behind, I won't be caught. It bites so hard."

Xia Shishen rubbed the wet mosquito bag on Qi Yan's forearm with his fingertips, but did not speak.

After a long time, Xia Shishen asked him, "Do you want to come to the set to see?"

"Is it possible?" Qi Yan's tone was filled with rare excitement.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree planted behind the building bloomed, and the strong fragrance of flowers blew in along the wind. Xia Shishen felt that Qi Yan might also taste like sweet-scented osmanthus at the moment.

"Yes." Xia Shishen said.

The hot nights in the suburbs have faded, and the summer in the south seems to be dragging its tail, which is too long.

Qi Yan walked up with his head down, as if someone was walking past him, but he didn't see it clearly until someone behind him called him.

"coincidence."

Qi Yan stopped, turned around, and met the man's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Several months have passed since he saw Ren Xiaonian last time, Qi Yan still remembers that at that time, Ren Xiaonian carried an arrogance that was very unworthy of him.But this time, Ren Xiaonian seemed to have lost weight again, his sunken cheeks became more and more obvious, and there was a flesh-colored Band-Aid on the side of his neck.

Qi Yan withdrew his gaze and nodded lightly.

Ren Xiaonian stood where he was, and said after a while, "You didn't listen to my advice."

"You will regret this."

The light bulb hanging not far away was blown to and fro by the wind, like a dilapidated pendulum. For some reason, Qi Yan suddenly felt that Ren Xiaonian looked a little pitiful.

He didn't speak to Ren Xiaonian, Qi Yan turned around and continued to walk up.

There were several commercial vehicles parked at the gate of the studio, and the surrounding was eerily quiet. Qi Yan walked around to the back of the room, pushed open the iron gate and walked in.The air was filled with a heavy dusty smell, which made him sneezed.

The man sitting on the rockery landscape raised his head and looked at him.

Qi Yan walked over, he walked up the steps, stood below and looked up.Xia Shishen was wearing a gray tunic, with long black hair tied behind his head, revealing beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

"Why are you dressed like this?" Qi Yan's eyes were bent down, and his voice was smiling.

Xia Shishen jumped down from the rockery, and the hem of his clothes was blown away, revealing the clean white underwear inside.Xia Shishen approached, and said without any ups and downs in his tone, "You should praise it for looking good."

"It looks good." Qi Yan stared at Xia Shishen's face, and said very sincerely.

Xia Shishen didn't answer, he watched Qi Yan reaching out to hold his wig, then tiptoed to touch his forehead, and asked him if it hurt to stick the wig on.

"It doesn't hurt." Xia Shishen answered quickly, but Qi Yan was not satisfied. He frowned and touched a small piece of skin on his forehead, mumbling indistinctly: "I still said it didn't hurt, it's all red It's a big..."

In order to divert Qi Yan's attention, Xia Shishen pulled his hand and handed him the script that had been put aside: "Help me with tomorrow's play."

"But I can't..." Qi Yan's feet were empty, Xia Shishen held him by the waist and carried him up the stone steps, the height gap between the two shortened instantly, Xia Shishen let go, bowed his head and turned a page casually .

"Follow it."

Qi Yan stood up holding the script, and he read the lines word by word, facing the small print: "You haven't given me an explanation yet."

"Will you listen to my explanation?" Xia Shishen answered quickly, and Qi Yan unconsciously raised his eyes to look at him, but they happened to meet Xia Shishen's eyes.

His eyes were frighteningly dark, Qi Yan quickly looked away.

"If you explain, I will listen." Qi Yan continued.

There seemed to be a sudden strong wind blowing outside the window, and small stones hit the glass window, making a tinkling sound.Xia Shishen, who had been standing below, suddenly walked up the steps without warning, Qi Yan's legs subconsciously retreated, but was stopped by Xia Shishen's strength on his lower back.

Xia Shi lowered his eyes deeply, he raised his hand, and put his palm against Qi Yan's cheek.

The index finger almost touched the eyelashes of Qi Yan's eyes, which made him blink several times.

"Then I explained." Xia Shishen said.

Pushing aside the script between the two of them, Xia Shishen leaned over to hold Qi Yan's lips.The hot panting dyed the surrounding air hot, and the tip of his wet and soft tongue traced the shape of his lips little by little, Qi Yan felt that he was trembling even when he blinked.

This kiss seemed to have passed for a century, Xia Shishen let go of him, and the warm breath fell on Qi Yan's ear.

Qi Yan's hand tightly grasped Xia Shishen's collar to stabilize his figure, his face was buried in Xia Shishen's chest, and he mumbled, "Who told you to kiss me. "

"It was written in a script." Xia Shishen pressed Qi Yan's back neck with his hand, it was snow white, cool and slippery.

As soon as he heard it, he knew it was nonsense, Qi Yan raised his head, and brushed Xia Shishen's chin with his lips.

"Where is it written?" Qi Yan said, "Find it out and show me."

Having said that, Qi Yan's whole body was limply attached to Xia Shishen's body, and the words he said were not threatening at all, like a milk cat with its teeth and claws.

That day, Qi Yan remembered that he talked a lot, rambling on and on, Xia Shishen didn't answer, just hugged him with his head down, and occasionally hummed, which meant he was still listening.

Qi Yan was tired of talking, so he lay on Xia Shishen's body and stopped talking. He touched Xia Shishen's wig and wrapped it around his fingers.

Xia Shishen raised his hand to touch his earlobe, and after a while, he suddenly called his name.

Qi Yan let out a "hmm".

"Thank you for loving me." Xia Shishen said.

The black hair wrapped around his ring finger looked like a ring, Qi Yan smiled lightly, and then whispered to Xia Shishen, "You're welcome."