strive to be a grandparent

"What's wrong with you? Why did you look so bad just now, are you okay?"

Qingci looked at him worriedly from the side. He didn't notice Han Chen's situation just now. When he turned to talk to Han Chen, he realized that he didn't know when he stopped, his eyes were closed, and his eyebrows were furrowed. His face was full of cold sweat, and after a while, he looked like he was fished out of the water!

Han Chen's heartbeat slowly returned to calm at this moment. He did not know how many times he had seen similar scenes, despair, pain, and a sense of collapse as if the sky was collapsing. Every time, he was infected by such emotions, as if ——This is the same as his own emotions.

But this is the first time that he has been affected so much in reality.

"It's okay." He pushed away the hand that was holding him, his tone flat and indifferent.

Seeing him like this, Qingci smiled wryly, "Don't worry, I was rejected once, and I still don't have the courage to face a failed self."

Han Chen didn't enlighten others consciously, even if the other party's sadness was caused by him.

He let the sweaty coat stick to his body, and was ravaged by the cold winter wind unscrupulously. His bottomless eyes were fixed on Zhou Tong in the sun, and the depths of his pupils were complicated that no one could understand.

Even though she was desperately telling herself to give up, Qingci did not hide her desire to spy on the person she likes: "You like him, don't you?"

In this sentence, he didn't know whether he should use an interrogative sentence or a declarative sentence.From Han Chen's promise to start filming of his own book to the constant convenience for this young actor, to now...he can no longer deceive himself and others.

Every time you pay attention, what you get can only be a more painful ending.

Who would have thought that the writer Qingci, who never let go of his film and television rights, just stubbornly clings to it again and again when others never let go.

When did the stern and selfless Young Master Han give someone a "chance"?If you don't feel it, how can you compromise again and again?

I originally thought that as long as the person caught in the trap can't wake up and doesn't know his feelings, he will always have the opportunity to lose his sincerity and wait for a turnaround.But at this point, he suddenly didn't want to continue like this. This time, maybe, he would completely give up.

"No, I love him."

What else can Qingci say after hearing this sentence, how can such a smart person not see his true heart clearly.

He only felt that the bitterness in his mouth was getting heavier and heavier, and even spread to his eyes, making his eyes become astringent and sour. He smiled reluctantly, "Speaking of which, this role is really suitable for him, but , the story adapted by me is no longer original.”

Han Chen finally staggered his eyes, Qingci lowered his head, and took out a brocade-like paper of unknown material from his backpack. It was filled with densely packed words. In the lower left corner near the end, in the circular imprint, It is a pattern of two alien animals, one black and one white.

In the brightly lit film and television city, the handwriting on it was clearly visible, but it was all in traditional Chinese characters. Han Chen glanced at it and saw that the writing style was so elegant that people couldn't understand it at all.

When he saw the pattern, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Then he said casually, "What is this?"

Celadon carefully spread it out and put it on the flat surface of the backpack, and then said: "Don't underestimate this thing, although you can't tell the age, but when you shot it, it was with a hornblende. Identify, that hornblende is at least a cultural relic from thousands of years ago."

He got these two things by accident back then, and visited all the famous people, but he couldn't identify the specific age of them.

He is an archeology enthusiast. Although he knows that it is helpless to forcibly sell his hobbies to others, he can't help showing off to satisfy his vanity.

Han Chen's heart skipped a beat, "Hornblende?"

"It's nephrite jade, commonly known as suet jade."

It turns out that the inspiration for the creation of celadon came from the jade and the incomplete story in the scroll that he obtained by accident.

The fragmentary volume is not complete, Qingci pieced together a complete story based on the important characters in the volume, and wrote it. It can be said that I was overjoyed when I wrote it. No matter which historical figure's accidental pen, it has all been reduced to bones now, leaving only such a vague story.

Celadon didn't go into details, it was already difficult for the other party to listen patiently to what he had to say. After he finished speaking with great interest, he saw Han Chen casually playing with the cuff buttons on his hand, although he was keeping it politely. A good listening posture and a laid-back expression betrayed him.

He saw the other party's slender index finger twirling around the edge of the cuff button in a casual and provocative manner.

"Sorry, I can't stop talking about this."

"It's okay. This story is very interesting. I'm very interested. Can you sell your jade and fragments to me?"

Gu Qingci looked at him in surprise, "Do you want to buy it?"

Immediately he realized, "That's right, you fell in love with this story at the first sight, and that's why you have today's "Breaking the Devil." He wisely didn't mention his own "Three Realms".

Han Chen was noncommittal, "If you can part with your love, I owe you a favor."

Gu Qingci smiled, "Because of what? That Zhou Tong?"

After getting the answer in Han Chen's silence, Gu Qingci smiled again, with an indifferent smile, "To be honest, I don't like Zhou Tong, whether it's because I realized your protection for him before I met him, or I saw him in real life." When it comes to your feelings for him, on the contrary, I hate him even more. Because he is not worthy! He has never repaid you with equal feelings. You can say that he is young and does not understand, but he still hangs like this when he knows the other party's feelings Hehe, Han Chen, you also have this kind of time. I can give you these two things, and I don’t want your favors, I’m waiting for you to be like me today.”

With that said, he threw the two items in the bag in front of Han Chen.

"The life-saving grace and these two things back then, I bought you once and got frustrated, Han Chen, I really want you to know what it's like to be frustrated by a person repeatedly."

After all, turn around and leave.

Tears flowed down.

Whether he is selfish or jealous, secretly in love and then broken in love, the relationship of nearly ten years, once turned into ashes, he can't bless them.

The seriously injured boy who was picked up from abroad was no longer what he remembered.That silent and lonely back has now been replaced by strength and self-confidence. He has become more beautiful, but he is no longer his favorite appearance. After so many years, he is used to persisting. Today, he should let it go. .

Han Chen's face turned cold, looking at Gu Qingci's back, his eyes were dim and difficult to discern, and he couldn't respond to Gu Qingci's feelings.

For so many years, he has long been trapped in a dream, and he can't get out no matter what.

Han Chen stood in the silence for a while, staring at Zhou Tong. He didn't know what he thought of, but his expression suddenly revealed a look of pain, which was fleeting, making one wonder if such a ferocious look was an illusion.

Zhou Tong finished the work here, and he also noticed Han Chen coming out of the corner. The crew did not dare to step forward, not even the director and producer.

It's because Mr. Han's face is too gloomy, and if he wants to have a conversation, he has to find a good time.At this time, I leaned over, didn't I just ask for guilt?

Zhou Tong naturally didn't care about this, he put on his down jacket and walked out of the venue, "Why are you here?"

Didn't you agree that two bodyguards would come to pick him up?

Han Chen's expression softened in an instant, he pulled the zipper up for him, and rubbed his hair, looking at the people who were watching from a distance in amazement.

The rumors are indeed true. Boss Han really dotes on this little lover to the bottom of his heart. The last time a few men made such a big fuss, it didn't affect their relationship.

One thing descends one thing, and one mountain is higher than one mountain.

This Zhou Tong is really amazing.

The powerful Zhou Tong was pulling Han Chen's wrist to look at his watch, "Well, it's five o'clock, just right, let's go home."

It doesn't matter that Han Chen didn't answer him, anyway, to him, it doesn't matter who comes to pick him up.

The few words he said unintentionally made Han Chen's heart soften. No matter whether this person didn't understand or pretended not to understand, he was willing to wait until he took the initiative to open his heart to him.

"Okay, go home."

It was night, the stars and the moon were dark, the sky was colorless, and the person on the bed was sleeping soundly. Han Chen sat by the bed, staring at the sleeping face.

The boy on the bed was lying on his side, revealing a large piece of slender and delicate collarbone, just exposing a perfect face in front of his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, I don't know if it was because sleeping on his side affected his breathing or because he was sleeping soundly, slightly thinner. Her red lips parted slightly, seductively.

Han Chen stared at the slightly parted, rosy lips without any resistance, and then slowly put his hands on both sides of the sleeping man's face, leaned over, with an infatuated look, and gently covered the seductive lips. The red lips are sweet and addictive.

He leaned down even lower, held half of his face with one hand, stroked gently, and lightly pressed the tip of his tongue, prying open the other's closed white teeth, and lingering with that slippery and soft tongue, tender and tender, All tenderness.It wasn't until the person in his arms snorted softly, as if he couldn't bear the disturbance, that he let go of his tongue, pecked the slightly red and swollen lips a few times, and finally let the other person go.

She fiddled with his long and thick eyelashes a few times with her index finger, kissed him, and murmured in a low voice: "Baby, don't let me down."

Get up, turn around and leave.

The person on the bed felt nothing.