The Eye of the Storm

With a distance of three floors, the hustle and bustle of the breakfast stall downstairs came in through the screen window. The morning sun was bright and warm, covering the two squatting teenagers.

Liang Sizhe didn't accept the script, but Cao Ye insisted on giving it to him. After pushing and shoving, Cao Ye pushed a little harder, Liang Sizhe squatted on the ground, couldn't squat stably for a while, and was pushed to sit on the ground by him .

"Why don't you accept the birthday present?" Cao Ye leaned over, pressed Liang Sizhe's knee with one hand, and stuffed the script into his arms with the other hand.

Liang Sizhe put both hands behind his back to support the ground, and wanted to stand up, when Cao Ye suddenly leaned over his face and approached him, sniffing in front of him like a puppy: "Liang Sizhe, why do you smell so good?"

There was still a head of sleepy hair on the head he leaned over, and it looked fluffy in the sun. Liang Sizhe looked at the top of his head, raised his hand and pushed it gently: "You are the one who stinks."

"Really?" Cao Ye shrank back immediately, picked up the T-shirt around the collar and smelled it, "Does it stink?"

"What do you think?" Liang Sizhe looked at him expressionlessly, "You didn't take a shower last night."

"Oh." Cao Ye stood up, raised his hand and pulled the T-shirt off his head, "You're right, I haven't changed my clothes yet." With his upper body naked, he pointed to his belly, smugly Show off to Liang Sizhe: "Look at my abs!"

Liang Sizhe stood up propping himself up on the ground, and glanced at him. The young man was thin and his abdominal muscles had begun to take shape. Standing by the window, he looked like a young poplar plant full of vitality.

"Hurry up and wash yours." He closed his eyes and walked towards his own bed. "There will be no hot water in a while."

"Hey!" Cao Ye hurriedly grabbed a T-shirt from the closet and ran into the bathroom, "How many more minutes?"

"10 minutes." Liang Sizhe said.

The door of the bathroom was closed, Liang Sizhe sat on the side of the bed, and slowly held the hand that pushed Cao Ye's head. He recalled the feeling of the palm of his hand just now. It was just as it looked, the hair was very soft and fluffy to the touch .

He stared at the cover of the script that Cao Ye had stuffed for him for a while, and his eyes fell on the stamp on the upper right corner. The four words "Forbidden to spread outside" were like a seal, telling him silently and arrogantly. The script did not belong to him, he sighed softly after a while, and put the script on the bedside table between the two beds.

The hot water in Lanyan was supplied until nine o'clock in the morning, and Cao Ye was stuck in order to come out after taking a shower. His hair was wet, his body was covered with damp water vapor, and the smell of coconut-flavored shower gel exuded a kind of sweetness. As soon as he went out, he threw a pestle in front of Liang Sizhe: "Do you still smell like me?"

Liang Sizhe was replying to a text message, confirming the meeting time with his former classmates in the attached high school, when he looked up and saw the T-shirt he was wearing: "This seems to be my clothes?"

"Really?" Cao Ye looked down, "It seems to be true." He went too hastily just now, so he raised his hand and opened the door of Liang Sizhe's cabinet.He tugged at the hem of his T-shirt: "Do you want to wear this?"

"You can wear it." Liang Sizhe continued to bow his head and reply to the text message.

Cao Ye was not polite either, and sat on his own bed, facing Liang Sizhe, "I have a similar one, if you want to wear that one."

"Yes." Liang Sizhe said.

The day of my birthday was uneventful, and lunch was settled in the small restaurant in the alleyway downstairs. Before going out, Liang Sizhe dug out the little change left from the interlayer of the suitcase, and then went downstairs with Cao Ye .

The two found a stir-fry restaurant and sat down at a seat by the window.The waiter handed over the menu, and Cao Ye reached out to take it nearby. He looked down at the list of dishes. Liang Sizhe was sitting opposite him, holding the thin wad of money through his trouser pocket, for fear that he would read the whole menu from top to bottom again as soon as he opened his mouth. Click it again.

Fortunately, Cao Ye quickly turned the menu around and placed it between the two of them, asking for Liang Sizhe's opinion: "What shall we eat?"

Liang Sizhe looked at the menu, estimated the price, and clicked on the "Dried Pot Cabbage" and "Liu Ganjian" with his fingers: "These two?" One meat and one vegetable, there is still some balance after calculation, he sees To Cao Ye, "See if there is anything else you want to eat."

Cao Ye was quite easy to support, and the two dishes were not too small. His eyes moved from the menu to Liang Sizhe's face, and his eyes crooked when he smiled: "No, that's all."

Liang Sizhe added another fern root powder from the cold dish area, and then ordered three bowls of rice and two bottles of mineral water.

One and a half bowls of rice per person, and the three dishes were cleared. After eating, on the way back to Lanyan, Liang Sizhe used the remaining change to buy two popsicles, one for each of Cao Ye, and ate while eating. Back to the room.

The sun above the head was very strong, and it hadn't entered the dog days in early June, and the weather was dry and hot, which was not bad, but it was scorching under the sun all the way, and when they walked back to the room, both of them were so hot that their foreheads were sweating.

There is no air conditioner in the room. A few days ago, the proprietress asked someone to bring them a floor-standing electric fan. As soon as Cao Ye entered the door, he turned on the fan to the maximum speed, sat on the bed and lifted his T-shirt to reveal his belly: "It's so hot. !"

The electric fan shook its head slowly, blowing from left to right, from Liang Sizhe's bed to Cao Ye's bed, and the rapidly rotating fan blades made a buzzing noise.

Liang Sizhe put the pillow upright behind him, and leaned against the head of the bed thinking about his next plan.Cao Ye did give him the script, but he couldn't convince himself to read it anyway. This opportunity is too important. Cao Ye was so naive that he could easily hand it over to him, but what could he do? Can you accept it with peace of mind?

Otherwise, go back to Yancheng and continue to study in high school, transfer from the attached music high school to an ordinary high school, and if you can't keep up with the third year, you can go to the second year of high school again. After all, you can learn in the end, right?But... Liang Sizhe's eyes fell on Cao Ye's back, and the other's shoulders naturally drooped, forming a beautiful arc with his arms, and a thin waistline was exposed under the lifted T-shirt. When Cao Ye said, "Stay here and play with me for a few more days", he secretly made a decision in his heart—then he should stay for a few more days. Anyway, with his current poor academic level, he can't do much more when he goes back. question.

Just as he was thinking about it, Cao Ye turned his head to look at him, their eyes met, Cao Ye turned around and leaned on the bed, looking up at him: "What are you thinking about?"

"It's okay." Liang Sizhe looked away.

Cao Ye got up and jumped off the bed, walked to Liang Sizhe's bedside barefoot, sat down, and reached out to touch the back of Liang Sizhe's neck, trying to see if he was sweating, "Aren't you hot?"

Hey—the coldness of popsicles still remained with his fingers, and as soon as he touched the skin on the back of his neck, Liang Sizhe immediately sat up overreacting.

"What's wrong?" Cao Ye was stunned.

"No..." Liang Sizhe maintained this sitting posture, with his back to Cao Ye, "Your hands are too cold."

"Really...but I'm so hot," Cao Ye reached out and took the script from the bedside table, "Why don't you read the script?"

"Look," Liang Sizhe lied, "I'm too lazy to read right now."

"Hey, I'm too lazy to read the script!" Cao Ye naturally laid his head on Liang Sizhe's pillow and flipped through the script, "How do you memorize so many lines?"

Liang Sizhe gave a perfunctory "hmm".

"Then let me read it to you," Cao Ye lay on his back, and before Liang Sizhe could speak, he began to read the script, "One day, in the bathroom, Xiaoman. In the old bedroom, there was a ticking sound coming from the corner of the wall. The sound of water, the water leaking from the ceiling continuously dripped into the enamel washbasin on the floor, and the peeling wall was mottled. Xiaoman sat in a daze at the desk, with an English textbook spread out in front of him, and the Walkman at the corner of the desk was playing English listening. The proprietress Aunt Fang's loud voice came through the wall..."

Cao Ye read it aloud, and Liang Sizhe had to listen even if he didn't listen. The script was written with a sense of imagery. Following Cao Ye's voice, Liang Sizhe involuntarily sketched out the scene of the first act in his mind - Xiaoman sitting with his back to the camera. In the dilapidated bedroom with mottled walls, facing a dim desk lamp, I was in a daze while listening to English.

Cao Ye's voice was very nice, usually clean and crisp, but he was a bit lazy in the afternoon, and it didn't sound so crisp. Occasionally, a trace of hoarseness mixed with it fell in Liang Sizhe's ears like fine quicksand, making him feel that his eardrums were a little rough. itch.

He leaned back with his upper body, the pillow was covered by Cao Ye, so his back leaned against the hard wooden bed.

Cao Ye read more and more slowly, and his voice became lower and lower. He lost his voice completely while reading, and the script covered his face.

Fell asleep again... Liang Sizhe stared blankly at the air for a while, then stretched out his hand, and gently took the script covering Cao Ye's face, looking at the gentle and handsome face under the script, this person has grown up. The appearance of a pampered young master.

Xiaoman... The image of Xiaoman in the script appeared in Liang Sizhe's mind. He imagined the scene of Cao Ye sitting at the wooden table with his head down doing his homework. Zheng Yin said that Xiaoman was written by the screenwriter thinking of Cao Ye's appearance, and the two associations really fit together...

His eyes fell on Cao Ye's face for a while, Cao Ye suddenly couldn't hold back his smile, then opened his eyes and looked at Liang Sizhe, and said with a smile, "Why are you staring at me all the time, reading the script!"

Those eyes were crooked with a smile, and the color of the eyeballs was a little pale, like two shiny amber beads.

Liang Sizhe looked into his eyes and forced a smile: "I'm watching how long you can't help but open your eyes."

"You see that I'm pretending to be asleep? Tell me earlier...it's because I endured so hard. Hey, are you really not hot?"

"I'm fine," Liang Sizhe got out of bed, walked over with his slippers on, held the fan closer, and then fixed the angle of the blower so that it was facing Cao Ye, "Can it blow like this?"

"can."

Liang Sizhe got into the bed again. The bed was not big, and the two of them seemed a little crowded lying together. Liang Sizhe didn't lie down with Cao Ye. He sat sideways facing Cao Ye, with his back against the wall, and picked up his phone and fiddled with it casually. .

In the past, when he was not sleepy in the afternoon, he would either read a professional book on acting, or find a movie to watch, but the premise of doing these two things was because he thought that the rest of his life would be linked to movies , Now he found that the hook couldn't be hung at all, and he didn't have the heart to do these two things for a while.

Cao Ye also propped up the bed and sat up with his pillow on his back: "Liang Sizhe."

Liang Sizhe looked up at him, didn't speak, but his expression was very obvious - "You say".

"Aren't you going to read this script?" Cao Ye asked straightforwardly.

You know again... Liang Sizhe thought helplessly, this young master is really not easy to fool.

"You don't plan to sneak back to Rock City while I'm asleep, do you?"

"That's not true," Liang Sizhe smiled, "I'll tell you before I leave."

"Are you really planning to leave? Didn't I give you all the script... After all, you have to finish the audition before leaving?"

Liang Sizhe didn't speak, he was thinking about whether to bring the matter up to Cao Ye, tell Cao Ye what Zheng Yin had said to him, and let him know that this role is not something he can just let go if he wants.For Cao Ye, as long as he studies the script carefully, the role will most likely be his. But for himself, even if he gets the script, it is just adding some thoughts that are better than nothing.

Giving up the script is of great significance to the two of them, but for the entire casting process, it is not who gets the script that plays a decisive role.

Cao Ye observed his expression, thought for a while and suggested, "How about we read the script together and compete fairly during the audition, how about it?"

"Fair competition..." Liang Sizhe repeated these four words.

"Yeah, otherwise, if I took the script myself, even if I really played the role, I would win, win...how do you say that?"

"Won't you win?"

"Hey! That's it, it's not a fight to win."

Liang Sizhe smiled: "Okay, let's watch it together." It was not because he was persuaded by Cao Ye, it was just that Cao Ye was too persistent in giving him the script, so he could only accept it temporarily. Down.

Liang Sizhe thought like a mirror, there is no fair competition at all, but this does not mean that Cao Ye's victory is invincible... It's just that Cao Ye, who is "like a rainbow", happened to be the source of that unfairness. In reality, he met him all at once. I really don't know if it's luck or misfortune.