After retiring from the circle, he came out with the actor C

Zhong Heng's room was quiet and warm.

Yue Jiayou quietly leaned against Zhong Heng's chest, and could hear the man's gentle breathing.

Zhong Heng's heartbeat was firm and powerful, but it was like a bell ringing at night.

"What do you want to know." Zhong Heng lowered his head and kissed Yue Jiayou's forehead.

The performance had just ended, and his blond hair was still combed back with hairspray, which seemed a little mature for a 19-year-old.

He is Zhong Heng's lover at the moment, the other half who can share the pain.

Even if there is very little that can be done.

"What do you want to say?" Yue Jiayou asked in a low voice.

Everyone has their own desire to tell.

He felt that Zhong Heng might have something he wanted to say tonight.

"Yue Jiayou, maybe it's not appropriate to talk about this matter today, but—"

Zhong Heng paused for a moment, when he lowered his head, the light above his head could not illuminate his face.

But at the same time, outside the window, outside the courtyard, outside the wall, there is an open space as bright as day in the distance, and the lights of the media have become the background of this snowy night.

The cold light scattered from the window shone into Zhong Heng's eyes.

The light fell into the eyes, and it looked a little cold.

Yue Jiayou quietly waited for him to finish speaking.

"You were 15 when I first met you."

Zhong Heng finished speaking.

15-year-old Yue Jiayou has not yet grown to 1.8 meters tall, and is much thinner than he is now.

In his eyes, there is the same power as before, exactly the same as now.

It's just that, that year's Yue Jiayou had more vigilance and pain in his eyes, as well as boundless loneliness.

But now, there is more tenderness and calmness in those eyes.

"Hiss—? 15 years old?" Yue Jiayou was startled by him, and repeated in a low voice: "I'm 15 years old and I'm still in the third year of junior high?"

That year, Yue Zongcheng had already started gambling, and his mother had already been in the hospital for a long time.

He was in such a mess that he couldn't remember when someone like Zhong Heng had appeared in his life.

Rather, if Zhong Heng had appeared in front of me that year.

Everything might be better.

"At that time, I didn't know how old you were, but I only remembered that you were a very thin kid who looked like you were going to kill someone." Zhong Heng's eyes fell on the child in front of him: "That day, you were playing the suona."

Yue Jiayou was stunned.

He can play suona, but only on one occasion.

Yue Zongcheng is still willing to start a small business. Before he regarded gambling as his whole life, he organized a white affairs team.

The so-called funeral troupe refers to the local opera troupe who are responsible for mourning, mourning, or performing some programs at funerals.

This is the one that requires the least technical content among all troupes. Some people can cry, some can play suona, beat gongs and drums, and that's about it.

Yue Zongcheng was eloquent, and his mourning and mourning were more sincere and devoted than his relatives.

In addition, Yue Jiayou's sense of music was online, although Yue Zongcheng forced him to play the suona, but he played it pretty well.

Yue Zongcheng's grass-roots team is actually quite popular in the industry.

Yue Jiayou soon realized that Zhong Heng had heard him playing the suona, which meant that the first time they met was at a funeral.

The boy raised his head with a sorry look.

They looked at each other, thinking about tonight.

There is always a thin layer of melancholy between them tonight, which is hard to shake off.

As a result, the topic of death is always inseparable.

Zhong Heng said calmly, "It's my mother's funeral."

Yue Jiayou looked a little surprised: "But if it's your mother, I should have an impression?"

Zhong's wife passed away, Yue Jiayou felt that he shouldn't have no impression of it.

No matter how bad it was, he should have no impression of this mansion that he had never seen before.

"My mother held two funerals after she passed away." Zhong Heng looked away, as if talking about a memory that had nothing to do with him: "She didn't want to leave as the Zhong family, so after the public funeral, Go back to my hometown and do it once at my mother’s house.”

Yue Jiayou finally had an impression.

When he was 15 years old, he did see a woman off.

The woman's posthumous photo was very beautiful, and her relatives were also very strange. It seemed that only relatives of her natal family were present, and everyone kept silent about her husband's family.

Everyone who mourned said she was a very gentle woman.

Yue Jiayou hesitated and said, "Why are you bringing this up? Did you like me back then? I was only fifteen that year, so you're a bit perverted?"

Zhong Heng glanced at Yue Jiayou: "That's not true, it's just a coincidence, and then I watched you for half a year."

The heart beat faster again, Yue Jiayou looked at Zhong Heng suspiciously: "You say that, the more you say it, the more you look like a pervert, you know?"

Watching my 15-year-old self for a whole year just sounds so...wrong.

"My mother was ill for a period of time before she passed away. At that time, my father began to feel more and more wrong." Zhong Heng rested his head on Yue Jiayou's shoulder, breathing steadily and warmly: "A few days after she passed away, Zhong Yuanyang remarried gone."

Yue Jiayou raised his hand to return to Zhong Heng, covering his back with warm palm calmly.

He pressed his cheek against Zhong Heng's chest, listening to his heartbeat, while with his palms behind his back, he tried to warm up the somewhat low heartbeat.

"I had a very tense fight with him, and my grandfather became more and more disappointed with my father, and more and more hoped that I would inherit the family business immediately, so I moved out." Zhong Heng laughed softly: "You should have guessed it, I moved to..."

"Neighbor to my house?" Yue Jiayou couldn't help but also wanted to laugh, rubbing against Zhong Heng's chest.

Zhong Heng tightened his arms and embraced the boy: "Not really, I moved to the apartment next to your school, and I can see your class and playground from the balcony."

Yue Jiayou took a breath: "What the hell?"

The land in Jingcheng is very tight, and the buildings are very close to each other. There is a bachelor apartment next to his school, and the floor blocks the school's daylight.

The takeaways ordered by students secretly can be handed over with bamboo poles from the building opposite.

Probably this is the concept of distance.

Zhong Heng patted the top of his head: "I've told you several times, I'm not a pervert, I just happen to live there and see you occasionally."

Actually not occasionally.

It was after a few times that I began to subconsciously look for the child whose name I didn't know.

The first time he saw Yue Jiayou on the playground, he just remembered that it seemed to be a child playing suona with a sullen face at his mother's funeral.

On the day when the suona was played, the child looked lifeless, with a kind of stubbornness that other children did not have.

But when he was playing basketball on the playground, he looked like a child again.

Sometimes, the child talks back to the teacher during class in the classroom. Although he can't hear what is being said, he seems to be angry.

A few times, there was a man waiting for the child outside, and when the child went out and came back, he brought the gloom of the day we met again.

Later, I would occasionally meet Yue Jiayou and Yue Zongcheng on the road downstairs of the apartment building, most of the time they were arguing.

After staying in the business field for a long time, you can hear what the child is experiencing just by listening to it a few times.

He still remembers the child's father kicking him to the ground.

The child was lying on the concrete floor, his palms were scratched, and his forehead was bruised. When he raised his head, his eyes were piercing and unwilling.

The child gritted his teeth and said, "Yue Zongcheng, you should never expect me to compromise. Let me tell you, I will definitely continue to study, I will persevere, and I will never let you succeed. Go ahead and dream!"

At that time, Zhong Heng thought, probably, the child’s father would not let him continue his studies, and asked him to concentrate on working to earn money.

He really didn't think much about such a young child.

It just happened to meet that Yue Jiayou.

At that time, I was also confused.

Either continue filming, or never touch movies again.

Should he go back to the Zhong family, or leave everything to Zhong Yuanyang and compromise with his father.

Zhong Heng saw Yue Jiayou at that time, then went back and made a phone call, accepted a new play, and took over a part of Min's business.

When I wanted to go back to find the child who pushed me, and wanted to give him a hand, I realized that the child had graduated from junior high school, the family had moved away, and the teachers didn't know where he had gone.

Zhong Heng held Yue Jiayou in his arms, and slowly told him things that Yue Jiayou had never heard before.

Until two years ago, in Yue Jiayou's eyes, their first encounter.

"The day I saw you at the age of 17, I was thinking, this time you don't have to be afraid anymore."

Yue Jiayou lowered his eyes, a quiet and warm undercurrent surged in his heart.

It turns out that I have been protected since then.

Rubbing the skin of the nape of his neck with his fingers, Zhong Heng lowered his head and kissed the boy's drooping eyelashes: "Who knows that when you go all the way, many things will change."

"I'm getting more and more dissatisfied with just giving you a hand." Zhong Heng's kiss moved down all the way, catching Yue Jiayou's lips, using the familiar scent and technique to please the boy.

Yue Jiayou subconsciously tightened the fingers placed on Zhong Heng's back, panting absently.

There are too many things to do tonight, but right now he just wants to kiss Zhong Heng.

"So, it's because of you that I'm still able to make my debut because of you?" Yue Jiayou managed to catch a little bit of information while being kissed until his mind was in chaos.

Zhong Heng kissed him slowly, and answered intermittently: "It's me, but it's also because of this... Later..."

At that time, he was just beginning to take over the Zhong family, and a lot of real power and resources were still in Zhong Yuanyang's hands.

He moved only a small part, but he was noticed immediately.

On the day of coming out, the Zhong family was turned upside down.

Yue Jiayou knew everything, and while catering to Zhong Heng's kiss, he took the time to reply: "So, those slanderous materials insist on turning us into the marketing account of the other party, and you hate my Weibo for no reason, or praise me for stepping down for no reason. Your Weibo is all..."

They were all written by the Zhong family.

At that time, Zhong Heng was injured by Zhong Yuanyang and was recuperating.

Therefore, Zhong Heng didn't even know when Yue Zongcheng signed VAM or when his copyright was taken away.

Because it was hard for him to sustain himself at the time.

Zhong Heng bit Yue Jiayou's lower lip: "It's all over, but when I get back the real power, some public opinions are hard to change, and..."

"And in the beginning, I didn't actually intend to change."

In the beginning, he also thought that this is actually quite good.

No one will do anything to Yue Jiayou because of his relationship with Yue Jiayou, as long as he silently paves a way for Yue Jiayou behind his back.

If the gambling agreement hadn't happened, and the incident about Tianhua, he might never have entered Yue Jiayou's life.

"That's okay, you're still here." Yue Jiayou didn't say anything else, and was absorbed in their kiss.

Fortunately, Zhong Heng finally showed up.

Holding his breath, he pushed Zhong Heng: "Mr. Zhong, let's do it, right now."