You are really not the father of the child

This feeling was only for a moment, and was soon suppressed by Geng Yihuai.

He walked to the door, saw that Yan Qing was about to sit up with his hands on the ground, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and said, "The underground is dirty."

The other party seemed to be a little hazy, raised his eyes and stared blankly at his hand, and then smiled: "Thank you."

Immediately, a palm slightly smaller than him covered his palm, and gently grasped his tiger's mouth. The temperature was transmitted, and the skin texture wanted to touch. The palm of the little guy was warmer than his.

Geng Yihuai pulled Yan Qing up, and asked directly: "Have you been waiting here for a long time?"

They all fell asleep by the door.

Yan Qing stood up, patted the place on his body that might be contaminated with dust, and nodded: "Well, I don't see anyone at Mr. Geng's house. I called Mr. Geng three times, but you didn't answer. I think you may be busy. Now, I don’t know when you will come back, so I just squatted here.”

Three phone calls.

Geng Yihuai seemed to know who the phone he pressed while working was.

He concealed the fact that he deliberately did not answer the phone earlier, took out the sensor key from his pocket and opened the door: "What's the matter?"

Yan Qing drooped his head: "I left the windbreaker at your house last night..." It happened that the driver was taking him home again, and he sat in the car all the way, and he didn't feel very cold without a coat, so he naturally forgot.

Even if he needed the notebook again, he couldn't sneak into other people's house to steal things, so he had to wait.The outside of Mr. Geng's house is full of greenery. Even in winter, there is a fragrance of grass and trees. Yan Qing unconsciously fell asleep while waiting.

Suddenly remembered something, Yan Qing scratched his head and added: "I'm not repenting and I'm going to be responsible for something..."

What responded to him was the man's slightly raised mouth and a faint smile.

"I see." Geng Yihuai said.

He followed Geng Yihuai through the path in front of the villa, looked at the man's straight back, and suddenly remembered that this man was sitting in front of him last night, talking seriously about his responsibility.He has never been in love, and before Geng Yihuai, he had never had a relationship with anyone. He felt that he seemed to have a special emotion for this "first man" in a certain sense.

"Please come in." Geng Yihuai opened the doorknob, turned sideways to make way for him.

Yan Qing was absent-minded just now, he didn't stop on his feet, and slammed into Geng Yihuai's arms with all his brain.

"Ah——" He bumped into Geng Yihuai's chest directly, and seemed to hear the heartbeat of the other party for a moment, and the person in front of him didn't move, and grabbed his waist with one hand.

Only then did Yan Qing stand firm.

He couldn't help breathing faster, lowered his head and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry I didn't pay attention just now..."

Then he took a step back.

But Geng Yihuai's arm around him didn't move, he hugged his waist firmly, trapped him within this square inch, feeling the warm breath of the other party.

"Mr. Geng...?" Yan Qing raised his eyes slightly.

Geng Yihuai seemed to be in a daze for a moment just now, and he let go of his hand after calling out: "Sorry."

Then he turned around and walked into the living room without looking back.

Yan Qing froze for a moment, felt that Geng Yihuai seemed to be hugging him just now and forgot to let go, and also felt that he was too affectionate - Mr. Geng said that he did not want to be disturbed by accidents in his life.

He disturbed people again today.

Geng Yihuai had already walked to the window and took out an electronic cigarette from his suit pocket.The mist blurred his face, and the next moment it was blown away by the cold wind by the window.

Yan Qing hurried in, and saw the windbreaker on the sofa at a glance: "Sure enough, it is here. Thank you!" I was too nervous last night, but with good news today, Yan Qing relaxed a lot, and unconsciously swept it away. Take a look at this spacious living room.

First, I saw several cute pillows on the sofa, which did not look like Mr. Geng's style at all.

Then saw a black grand piano.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the shiny black lacquer of the piano. With the lid open, the black and white keys are very clean. There is no dust accumulation, and it looks like it has been used frequently.There is also a sweater jacket on the piano bench, which seems to be worn by young people.

He tilted his head slightly and smiled: "Mr. Geng can also play the piano?"

So you just went to the concert last night?

Unexpectedly, Geng Yihuai paused the hand holding the cigarette, and said flatly: "It's not me."

"what?"

"There is someone else living in my house, he plays."

other people?

Hearing this, the little flower demon looked at the expensive grand piano again, and the corners of her mouth that had been raised before unconsciously curved down.Holding the windbreaker, his tone was not as brisk as before: "Oh, then I'll go back."

Fearing that Geng Yihuai would arrange for a driver to see him off again, he quickly walked outside with his windbreaker in his hand. When he arrived, a clear and bright young voice came: "Goodbye, Mr. Geng."

Then disappeared in Geng Yihuai's home.

This time Geng Yihuai was not polite.He finished smoking the e-cigarette standing by the window, watched the smoke dissipate slowly, squinted his eyes slightly, and saw the figure of the little monster gradually going away on the empty and spacious avenue outside.

When Yan Qing slammed into his arms, he unconsciously recalled the scene of the young man rushing into his arms with a blushing face that night, just now he lost control for a moment, and wanted to grab him forward and directly hold him in his arms. on his chest.

Maybe it's been too long alone.

He should be calm and not be affected by anything.

Geng Yihuai didn't like such sudden emotions, he was a little irritable, and with a pinch in his hand, the e-cigarette instantly turned into powder in front of him, and went away with the wind like the smoke just now.

The glass on the window also moved, turning into powder in an instant.The cold wind rushed in, slightly blowing his short black hair.

"Yo, who's blind-eyed provoked you, and saw you lose your temper as soon as you came back." Beside the door, a man in casual clothes pushed the door and entered.His long jet-black hair was tied up around his neck, his brows were slightly long, his nose was straight, and his black-rimmed glasses obscured some of the charm of his phoenix eyes. He looked very artistic.

If Yan Qing hadn't left yet, he would definitely recognize the man as the protagonist of last night's concert - the young pianist Tao Ning.

Tao Ning smiled slightly, followed by Li Mushan, Geng Yihuai's assistant.

Geng Yihuai stood by the window and didn't answer.

Li Mushan greeted Geng Yihuai: "Sir." Then he dutifully put the documents in his hand into the study.

Tao Ning sat down on the sofa, yawned lazily, picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and muttered: "You don't go to every meeting of the Yaozu, so I have to be in charge of two people's affairs." Work."

"I asked Mu Shan to help you."

"He can't do some things." Tao Ning couldn't rest his hands at all. After changing the channel, he picked up the pillow he put on the sofa and kneaded it. "But you are lucky that you didn't go today, you know Did you talk about anything at the meeting today? I was still trying to find someone for you... I picked another little demon who didn't know, and asked when you were free to meet."

Geng Yihuai said without hesitation, "No."

Last time the Yaozu elder insisted on making arrangements, so he didn't go to the scene.

Li Mushan put away the documents and came out. He happened to hear what Tao Ning said, and he agreed: "I also think it would be better if the master didn't see you. The little demon arranged by the elders last time seemed to be obedient, and he was still talking to you in the bathroom behind his back." When other humans get together, who knows what kind of monster the elders are going to tie up this time?"

As soon as he saw this assistant, he was very dissatisfied with the blind date that day.

But Geng Yihuai also doesn't like this kind of monster whose private life is chaotic and who wants to go on a blind date.

Tao Ning glared at Li Mushan, picked up the pillow and threw it at Li Mushan: "Why are you still telling him not to go? Last time it was not good, but this time is not necessarily bad. If he doesn't go, every time I go back to Yaozu Meetings will be talked about to death. It’s not that you don’t know your husband’s bloodline. Those old and uncultivated people can’t wait for him to marry a nightly Shengge and have a whole family of children and grandchildren to inherit his bloodline. Hug left and right for three years and hug twice Forget it, President Geng—”

Tao Ning raised his fingers and compared a number with "one", hating iron for not being able to make a firm statement: "One head office, right? Just give birth to one, and let the elders treat it as a prince, and we will all be quiet."

Geng Yihuai glanced at him.

There was a warning in this glance, and the dark blue eyes were frosty, with obvious displeasure.

Tao Ning immediately froze, with the grace of an artist. He leaned back on the sofa, looked at the sky outside the window on the other side, raised his head 45 degrees, and pretended that he hadn't said anything just now and was thinking now. The way of life.

Geng Yihuai has long been used to his virtue, turned his head and walked into the study a few steps, closed the door gently, separating himself from the outside world into two worlds.

Tao Ning's persuasion failed again, and he silently rolled his eyes at the closed study door, then said, "Old Li, I'm hungry, get me something to eat."

Li Mushan was helpless: "Why are you hungry again?"

"I'm always hungry."

……

Yan Qing felt an indescribable sense of boredom.

He thought about that big villa, the pillows on the sofa were obviously not Geng Yihuai's, and the grand piano that occupied a huge space...

Mr. Geng just told him not to disturb the life of the other party.

Maybe Mr. Geng doesn't want to be disturbed by him, but it doesn't mean that Mr. Geng doesn't want to be disturbed by others.

Yan Qing realized this, and the little idea that came up before was gone - it would be best for him to be relieved during the pollination period, and it would be best if he could always fix a person, Geng Yihuai is a man from any angle Good choice.It's just that the other party obviously didn't have that kind of thought. He seemed abstinent and restrained, alienated and polite.

Moreover, there are other people living in Mr. Geng's house.

Yan Qing couldn't get rid of this inexplicable emotion, so he went to the roof of the rented house to take care of the flowers and plants that he raised. This building has no air-conditioning, and no one in the upper floors is willing to rent it. Only Yan Qing likes it It's cheap, and I've taken a fancy to the rooftop, so I rent it with my roommate who wants to save money.

"...It must be because I have too little experience in love." He watered the little plum tree in the corner first, touched its branches gently, and chatted with the little plum tree that hadn't yet given birth to consciousness, "And Geng What happened to Mr. was just an accident, should I try the blind date again? It’s okay if you don’t want to be a monster, although many human beings don’t last long, but I can’t stop trying..."

Otherwise, it's easy to overthink when you see someone like Mr. Geng, which is too bad.

In fact, Yan Qing also received many pursuits from humans during his university days.It's just that those people are always staring at his face, he is not very comfortable.

Later, he begged the elders of the Yaozu for the gold-rimmed glasses with demonic power, and no one would notice his appearance when he wore them. This solved the uncomfortable situation.

"—Little Ah Hua!" Suddenly, a clear female voice sounded from behind, calling out his nickname when he was not yet in human form.

Yan Qing looked back subconsciously, and a dumpling covered in white fluff jumped over from the eaves of the roof and directly bumped into him.

He didn't hide, he caught the little white dumpling firmly, the white meat pad stepped on his shoulder, he smiled: "Ah Jiu?"

This is a nine-tailed fox—it seems inappropriate to say that.There are slender white beards on both sides of her face, and her ears are curved and round on both sides of her head, like a snow-white cat.But if you saw behind her, the nine tails swayed slightly, and the tip of each tail was slender and white, obviously it was a fox's tail.

They all generated consciousness in an old theater that is now dilapidated, and they can be regarded as childhood playmates in the definition of human beings.Because the little fox mixed with cat demon blood has nine tails, Yan Qing called her "Ajiu" before she had a name, and Ah Jiu also casually called him "Little Ahua".

"How is your pollination period?" Ah Jiu asked him.

Yan Qing subconsciously paused when he hugged Ah Jiu. He remembered Mr. Geng's face, and said dishonestly for the first time: "It hasn't started yet."

"Then if you have any questions, you must tell me right away!"

Although he didn't want to bother Ah Jiu who has a tight schedule every day, Yan Qing still politely agreed: "Yes. By the way, why are you here suddenly?" Yan Qing gently stroked Ah Jiu's back , "Didn't you say that you will be filming in other places for a long time?"

Hearing Yan Qing say that the pollination period has not come yet, Ah Jiu heaved a sigh of relief.She lay on the young man's body, her limp head leaning against his collarbone.

"Come back temporarily to make an announcement," the cat-faced nine-tailed fox's voice was soft and waxy, like an innocent little girl, "drop in to see you."

She moved her head, rubbed against Yan Qing's neck lightly, raised her head slightly, and slowly stretched out her small red tongue, wanting to lick the tender lips of the young man uncontrollably.

No, it will scare little Ah Hua.

Ah Jiu reluctantly withdrew her earlier thoughts, and jumped off Yan Qing's hand: "I'm still in a hurry, let's go."

"Go quickly." Yan Qing waved to her.

Ah Jiu jumped up on the roof again, and then added: "If there is a problem with the pollination period, you must tell me!"

Only then did it fly over and down the stairs quickly at an angle invisible to humans.

Bai Tuanzi was not afraid of the cold winter wind at all, and he came to the car parked at the entrance of the alley in a few moments, without opening the door, and appeared directly in the car with a squeak.

The next moment, a woman with exquisite makeup appeared in the driver's seat. The corners of her eyes and brows were full of charm. The red lipstick made her face even more charming. Her long light brown curly hair fell on her collarbone. On his shoulders, it was completely different from the white dumpling rubbing against Yan Qing just now and making a soft sound.

She answered the phone that rang countless times, and before she could speak, the desperate growl of the agent on the other end of the phone broke through the phone: "Hu Ranran!!! Where are you!!! The entire production team is waiting for you , the cameraman is about to fall asleep while carrying the camera!!!”

Hu Ranran—nickname Ah Jiu—smiled lightly, raised her eyebrows, and said calmly, "Here we are."

On the roof of the dilapidated community, Yan Qing loosened the soil and watered the plants, and then he calmed down, went back to the room, picked up the notebook and began to sort out his ideas, temporarily forgetting about Geng Yihuai.

Although Zhong Fenghe is only willing to give him 5 minutes, he still has to do his best.

Mr. Geng's life is too far away from him. He is just a little screenwriter who can't afford food and clothing, and can't afford the rent.

No one wants to take a second look at the script.

With the sun hidden and the moon rising, Yan Qing lowered his head and wrote stroke by stroke under the desk lamp.From time to time, he paused with the tip of his pen, and his eyes were free to think. Unknowingly, he didn't rest all night, and directly opened his eyes to greet the morning sun.

Before ten o'clock, Yan Qing was already guarding the door of Zhong Fenghe's office.

He pinched, and knocked on Zhong Fenghe's door without missing a second: "Boss?"

"Come in."

Yan Qing pushed the door open and entered, Zhong Fenghe was sitting at the desk rubbing his forehead with a very depressed expression.

"5 minutes." Zhong Fenghe said.The middle-aged boss, who was facing the crisis of disbanding his studio, obviously didn't want to give Yan Qing too much attention. He even just looked up at Yan Qing, and then continued to lower his head and meditate, not taking the five minutes seriously.

Yan Qing took a deep breath, and directly handed the notebook to Zhong Fenghe: "Can you take a look? My idea is mainly to redefine the oriental mythology system, focusing on humans, demons, and dragons... "

As he spoke, he looked at Zhong Fenghe's reaction.

Opening the notebook, there are beautiful notes written on the paper, and even some simple strokes, clearly expressing the setting.

Zhong Fenghe turned the first page, and couldn't help turning down one page after another.

The young man's eyes seemed to be filled with starlight, his brows were slightly curved, and his voice was clear and clear, flowing like a gurgling spring.

His stiff and nervous look just now seemed to be forgotten in an instant.

To tell a story clearly, even if it is just setting and outline, 5 minutes is far from enough.Yan Qing's eyes stayed on the second hand of the dial, just to put it simply, 5 minutes is fleeting.

After he finished the most important part, Yan Qing suddenly became nervous again, but Zhong Fenghe kept flipping through the notebook without saying a word.He felt his rose thorns tremble again because of tension, his fingertips were a little pale, his nails pressed slightly against his palm, and his hands clenched tightly.

"Boss..." Just 5 minutes.

Zhong Fenghe didn't hear him continue, and raised his head to look at him, his brows raised, as if he was even more annoyed.

Yan Qing's heart sank, but Zhong Feng said displeasedly: "Why did you stop? Keep talking."