It's okay not to fry CP! [Entertainment]

He Zishu looked at Lu Jinchen, and after saying "I miss you so much", he lowered his eyes again, as if he was a little out of strength, leaned his head on Lu Jinchen's shoulder lightly, and said softly, "I miss you so much." you."

Hidden in the scarf, his voice was muffled, a little drunk, like a raving that he didn't even notice when he was half asleep and half awake.

Lu Jinchen was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he put on a lot of clothes before he dared to take him out. His whole body was hot, and he drank alcohol again, and his breathing was a bit hotter than usual.

The two were very close, and the skin of He Zishu's forehead touched the side of Lu Jinchen's neck. During his breathing, the tendons under the skin rose and fell regularly, leading to the sound of his heartbeat.

Lu Jin held him in his arms and passed through the shallow puddle without letting go.

Lu Jinshen's tone was exceptionally gentle: "I'm here."

For nearly half a month, He Zishu had little contact with anyone except Wang Ye.

In addition, he didn't want to cause trouble for Wang Ye, Bai Ying, and Liang Ye, and almost forced himself to adapt to the status of "Lin Qiu" as a little mute as soon as possible. During the entire filming period, he could count the words he spoke with one hand.

Back at the villa, seeing Xie Muran, Given, Yanyan and A Chai, after drinking, and being surrounded by Lu Jin's breath, all the subconscious feelings belonging to "He Zishu" came out.

He felt a little wronged and a little cold.

It hurts a little too.

In the world where "Lin Qiu" and "He Zishu" are galloping and chasing after each other, he said slowly: "There is no light in the room, the quilt is heavy, and there is a slit in the window, if it is not closed properly, it will be blown open by the wind at night. It's cold."

Lu Jin took a deep breath and listened quietly.

Just say it out, what he fears the most is that this person won't say anything.

What he saw, what he met, what he heard, what made him feel aggrieved, what made him feel sad, what he wanted to do, what he wanted, all said out, as long as he was willing to say.

Lu Jinchen just wanted people to tell him all the grievances, and said softly: "So you can't sleep every day?"

He Zishu was startled, but did not answer.

Lu Jinshen: "What do you do when you can't sleep?"

He Zishu said this time: "Wait for dawn."

He paused, and then replied: "But there, the sky dawns very slowly."

Lu Jinchen said softly in a coaxing tone, "This place is different from that one. The dawn is quicker. Next time, it will be earlier over there."

He Zishu didn't know what he thought of, and the hand around Lu Jinchen's neck froze: "They all said that the road was hard to find, and others seemed to be unable to get in, so you didn't come to find me, did you?"

"That road" and "other people can't get in", Lu Jinchen didn't know what "that road" looked like in He Zishu's nightmare, but he knew what the room "Lin Qiu" lived in looked like, and I know what that alley looks like.

On the last day, when Xiao Zhou called him, he asked for a photo.

Bai Ying told him not to look at anything, not to ask anything, just because he was afraid that he wouldn't let it go.

She said that you can get into the role quickly so that you can suffer less, and it is much better to do it in one go than to try again and again.

But it turns out that he suffered a lot, and his heart ached enough.

Since this person regards himself as "Lin Qiu", then he should coax "Lin Qiu" well first.

"No, they lied to you. That road is easy to find. I came in, came to look for you, and found you." Lu Jin calmly breathed, and said word by word: "Your house is the same as other people's. The house is different. There is a pot of small yellow flowers on the window sill. A few petals have fallen off, but they are still open. There is a desk under the window, made of wood, with a corner missing on the upper left, and a calendar that has been torn in half hangs on the wall. ,right?"

He Zishu looked up at Lu Jinchen without blinking.

It seems to be a little puzzled why he knows so clearly.

Lu Jin smiled deeply: "I like flowers, so let's grow more next time. We can plant whatever color we like, fill the window sills, and plant some in the yard outside, or give it to other people."

"Buy a small night light and put it next to the bed. If there is a gap in the window, replace it with a new one. Then buy a new curtain, draw it when you sleep, and turn it on when you wake up. The sky will be bright, okay?"

He Zishu didn't answer for a long time, and after a while, he nodded in Lu Jin's arms.

Given and Xie Muran stood a few steps behind Lu Jinchen, and did not step forward.

Although He Zishu didn't drink much, he was still drinking fruit wine, but he was drunk after all. He had just returned from the set and was in a bad state. Lu Jinshen led the people out, and they were worried, so they sat outside on the open-air balcony and waited.

Seeing that the two of them stopped suddenly, Lu Jinchen suddenly hugged him horizontally and did not move for a long time.

Xie Muran thought it was He Zishu who was tired and fell asleep, so he and Givenchy ran out with a blanket, intending to ask Lu Jinchen to bring him in early so as not to catch the cold again.

As a result, when I heard this conversation, I forgot to move for a moment, and only felt my heart tremble.

The velvet blanket hung between Xie Muran's arms had a corner hanging down, and it slid down the arm, stained with water.

Xie Muran didn't notice until a small gust of wind blew the blanket and swayed it, and brushed the exposed ankle under the trousers that was also blown away by the wind.

He put the blanket away, looked at Givenchy, and was about to say "wet" when he was dragged in with his mouth covered.

After the two returned to the open-air balcony, making sure that their voices would not be heard, Xie Muran said, "The blanket is wet, do you want to change it?"

Given: "Leave it alone, I'll be back later."

Xie Muran was sitting on the rattan chair, but his hands were folded on the railing, his chin rested on the back of his hands, looking at the two people over there, he said, "Why didn't you let me talk just now."

Given glanced at him, knowingly asked.

Xie Muran: "I want to cry, he must have worked hard these few days."

Given: "Sister Ying said that this scene will be over."

Xie Muran smiled, dragging his tone: "Brother, what I said just now, why do I feel like I was talking to Lin Qiu?"

Given frowned, he didn't know what to answer for a while, and his tone was a little blunt: "It's him anyway."

Xie Muran pursed his lips: "Do you think it will be okay?"

Given quickly answered this time: "It will be fine."

After Lu Jinchen finished speaking, he didn't speak again.

He walked a few steps with He Zishu in his arms, stopped beside the stone table of the tea table in the courtyard, picked out a clean chair, and placed He Zishu on the stone chair with extremely gentle movements.

Then he bent his knees, almost half kneeling, and bent down in front of He Zishu.

The stone chair was not high, He Zishu lowered his eyes slightly, and Lu Jinchen was in his eyes.

Lu Jin lightly smiled: "Is the chair cool?"

He Zishu subconsciously shook his head.

But suddenly, he remembered that he was hugged by Lu Jinchen just now, and he felt a little reluctant.

He Zishu paused, nodded slightly, did not say "cool", but stretched out his hand towards Lu Jinchen.

He stretched out his hand carefully, his long eyelashes flickering, as if he was asking "Why don't you hug me anymore", but this time Lu Jinchen pressed his hand down, and said softly, "I'll hug you later."

Xie Muran, who was not far away, had a panoramic view of the movements of the two of them. After a while, he thumped the guardrail resentfully, and even the entire empty place was filled with the buzzing sound of metal shaking.

Given didn't know why, he frowned at him: "What's wrong?"

Xie Muran tugged on the guardrail: "Brother, can you still do it! Still not a man! Why did you push your hand down! Give me a hug!"

Given: "..."

It was already windy and cold in the courtyard, Lu Jinchen felt that it was almost time.

Just now he followed this person's words and regarded him as "Lin Qiu", because he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep peacefully following the memory of "Lin Qiu", so he said those words so that he should not be afraid.

But he couldn't let this person think of himself as "Lin Qiu".

Now, after coaxing Lin Qiu, it's time to coax his children.

Lu Jinchen raised her hand, curled her fingers slightly, and brushed He Zishu's dense black eyelashes lightly, causing He Zishu's eyelashes to tremble.

Lu Jin smiled deeply: "If you look at me like that, something will happen."

He Zishu's eyes were a little dazed, but he still looked at Lu Jinchen.

Lu Jinshen: "Yanyan misses you very much."

He Zishu subconsciously glanced at the villa.

Lu Jinshen continued: "I gained some weight in half a month. During the tooth replacement period, I lost a tooth the day before yesterday, and it happened to fall into the small bowl I usually eat."

After Lu Jinchen finished speaking, she didn't say anything further, as if she was waiting for He Zishu to speak.

He Zishu lost his mind: "It's been five months, it's time to change teeth."

Lu Jin nodded deeply: "According to the age of human beings, it is ten years old."

Before He Zishu could react, he smiled and said, "It's the age that likes to wear small skirts."

Lu Jinshen's words made He Zishu suddenly remember that when Yanyan yelled, this person also asked him.

"Just learned to speak, what gift do you want".

At that time, he casually replied, "Yanyan wants a small skirt".

He Zishu smiled, his eyes sparkled, "Yes."

Seeing He Zishu's smile, Lu Jin's heart burned a bit, and he said in a low voice, "Is Yanyan Lin Qiu's?"

He Zishu's fingertips trembled, and Lu Jin stretched out his hand, holding He Zishu's hand in his palm: "Does Yanyan belong to Lin Qiu?"

He Zishu shook his head.

Lu Jinshen: "Yanyan is not Lin Qiu's, but yours, and He Zishu's."

Lu Jinchen pointed in the direction of the open-air balcony: "Where are they, are they Lin Qiu's?"

He Zishu looked in the direction of his finger.

Over there were Givenchy and Xie Muran. Because of Lu Jinchen's sudden finger, they both stood up.

Xie Muran was a little at a loss, but he still leaned half of his body out of the guardrail, put his hands to his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Zishu, it's windy, are you cold? If it's cold, go inside!"

He Zishu didn't know how long the two of them had been waiting there.

Xie Muran didn't zip up his down jacket, but asked him if he was cold.

Givenchy wears thinner clothes.

He Zishu turned his head and looked at Lu Jinchen.

Lu Jin smiled softly: "They don't belong to Lin Qiu, they belong to you, and they belong to He Zishu."

Lu Jin Shen: "Liu Xia, Sister An, Sister Bai, Mr. Liang, so many fans... Are these people Lin Qiu's?"

He Zishu shook his head.

Lu Jinchen looked at He Zishu, tenderness and love welled up in his eyes, as if they had been stripped from the bones, and then separated from each other and returned to the bones.

The two intertwined their fingers, Lu Jinchen's voice was hoarse, and finally asked: "Then what about me, Lu Jinchen? Whose?"

He Zishu stood there in a daze, unable to utter a word.

In the previous sentence, this person only asked "Is it Lin Qiu's?"

But this time, what he asked was "Who does Lu Jinchen belong to?"

"Lin Qiu's", or "He Zishu's".

This is not a multiple-choice question as the former is denied at the outset.

Lu Jinchen repeated every word: "Who does Lu Jinchen belong to?"

He Zishu looked down at him, and the circles of his eyes slowly, slowly, were stained with a thin layer of red.

is his.

The person who came to pick him up after night after night was his.

With trembling voice, He Zishu replied softly, "Mine."

Lu Jinchen leaned over and kissed the wet eyelashes covered with mist, and smiled lightly: "Yes, yours."

After finishing speaking, Lu Jinchen pulled away her hand, took something from her side, and put it in He Zishu's palm.

He Zishu looked down.

The small red purse, wrapped with tassels, is a marriage lottery brought back from Yunpeng Mountain.

Lu Jinchen was afraid that someone would not admit it when he was sober, so he had to find something to "tie" him up first.

He Zishu blinked at him.

Lu Jin smiled softly, and said, "Do you want to hug me?"

He Zishu was silent and nodded.

Lu Jinchen hugged the person firmly in his arms, looked at the smear of red in the palm of his hand, and said, "Put it away, and check it tomorrow."