After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

From Cheng Jianyu's point of view, Wen Yueming has changed a lot. When he was young, the corners of his brows and eyes were filled with a thin layer of frivolity. The pick knife called time scraped off the publicity on him, and then patiently and carefully polished it with setbacks. Polished, and now he has a gentle halo all over his body.

He imagined the scene of meeting again thousands of times. On a warm afternoon in the sun, they met again at the corner of the street. .

With a box of porridge in his left hand and a bag of steamed buns in his right hand, well, it was too embarrassing.

Wen Yueming turned his head, their eyes collided, he was slightly startled, and then strode over, his left leg swinging bluntly like a bell on Cheng Jianyu's heart, one step, two steps, hitting the softest part of his heart.

"See Yu, long time no see." Standing in front of him, Wen Yueming smiled slightly after saying this.

Cheng Jianyu raised his eyes to look at him, took a deep breath, and these short and deep words brought him back to the summer when his heart was throbbing, as if the man in front of him was still the outstanding nobleman he used to be.

He suppressed the throbbing in his chest, "Long time no see, Mr. Wen."

Wen Yueming turned his head away, looked at the doctors behind him, "Come here first today, you guys go back early, pay attention to safety on the way."

They looked at Cheng Jianyu curiously, and left quietly.

The milky white light from the dome splashed on the two of them, the unique quiet atmosphere of the hospital, the faint smell of Lysol in the air, mixed with Wen Yueming's elegant and bamboo-like perfume, there was an inexplicable harmony.

"You've grown taller than before." Wen Yueming compared his height with one hand, stopping at the shoulder, "Are you so tall back then?"

Cheng Jianyu looked at the position of his hand and shook his head slightly, "No, it's higher than your shoulder."

Wen Yueming smiled softly. Seven years have passed, and Cheng Jianyu is more indifferent than when he was ten years old. At that time, he looked like a teenager, serious and calm. Now that he has grown up, this restrained feeling has not disappeared.

"Is your friend in the emergency room? Do you need my help?" Wen Yueming glanced at the food in his hand.

Cheng Jianyu made a soft "um" sound, his eyes stopped on his face, and he looked away again, "No need, he is fine after rest."

Wen Yueming shook his medical record folder and looked at him with a smile, "I'm fine now, can I have a meal together?"

Cheng Jianyu was in a complicated mood, put his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, and pretended to relax, "What would Mr. Wen want to eat?"

In the empty nurse's desk, Wen Yueming took off his white coat, leaned over and took out a label paper, swiped a line of words with a pen, put it on the page of the medical record folder, and put it on the table, "I heard from my colleagues that there is an Italian restaurant nearby. The food, I wonder if it suits your appetite?"

"Okay." Cheng Jianyu didn't know what to eat today,

Wen Yueming looked down, and Cheng Jianyu's sleeves were loosely rolled up halfway. The wrist buried in his pocket was thin and white, with clearly protruding wrist bones, as thin as he was when he was a child. Naturally raised his head, "Let's go."

The restaurant is very close to the hospital. The floor-to-ceiling windows are brightly lit, intertwined with flowers, and the atmosphere is romantic. Someone is playing the piano, and the waiter guides them.

Wen Yueming walked in front and said as he walked, "The white truffles here are delicious, you must try them."

Cheng Jianyu said with a light smile, "Okay". The taste of black truffle and white truffle can be tasted differently with his tongue, but Wen Yueming can analyze the advantages and disadvantages of the minutiae. Irbia stayed?

After the waiter finished ordering, a pot of scented tea was served, and the dark red rose petals were reborn in the hot water.

It is not a meal time, so there are not many customers in the restaurant, and the atmosphere is quiet and instant.

"I saw you on the Internet." Wen Yueming poured two cups of scented tea, lowered his head and seemed to smile, "You and Jiang Yan got together on a variety show."

Cheng Jianyu expected to ask this question, but what he didn't expect was that it was faster and more direct than expected, so he calmly said, "Well, it is indeed."

When he met Jiang Yan for the first time, he didn't know the relationship between Jiang Yan and Wen Yueming. He didn't know the relationship between the two until he saw a familiar face in Jiang Yan's family photo album. No wonder there are people who look so similar in the world.

The relationship between Wen Yueming and him is clean and clean. He really likes Wen Yueming, has always been in the past, and will be in the future.The people he met when he was young were too amazing, illuminating the long years after him, but that accident shattered all the ignorant heartbeats and inexplicable feelings of all the teenagers, leaving a mess.

Wen Yueming looked up at him, with a smile in his eyes. He admired Cheng Jianyu's straightforwardness, without emotion, and without coaxing others, "To be honest, I'm surprised."

He paused, his voice was low, and his tone was sincere and relaxed, "Jian Yu, I have hated the impermanence of fate and the injustice of the heavens, but I have never hated you. In the past seven years, I have never regretted that time. The decision I made to push you out of the car was voluntary and I would still make that choice if it happened again."

"When I was in the endless savannah of Ethiopia, I saw children who couldn't eat enough, people who died from infected wounds, and the devastation after the war. I realized that human beings are so small and my pain is insignificant. At least I'm alive and rich enough to spare them from their pain."

"I want to tell you that I am free, and I hope that no matter what choice you make, it is out of your will."

Cheng Jianyu was a little stunned, his heart was numb, Wen Yueming looked at him quietly with deep eyes, very penetrating, he smiled slightly, raised the teacup, "Come on, let's toast to following your heart."

He has long known that Wen Yueming is a different person, different from everyone around him, and worldly interests and success standards cannot restrain him at all.

He also knew that Wen Yueming would forgive him and not hate him, but he couldn't forgive himself.

After the accident, he went to the police academy. It was the time when his mental state was the most serious. He couldn't rest for a moment. Only harsh and cruel training and physical torture could temporarily alleviate his guilt and liberate his soul.

Let him breathe.

After eating, the two walked out together. Across the street was a red street, shrouded in neon lights, business was booming, and people were buzzing.

"Jianyu, let's celebrate our reunion after a long absence." Wen Yueming's dark suit was unbuttoned, elegant and loose, and he naturally opened his arms towards him.

Without hesitation, Cheng Jianyu stretched out his hand and hugged him gently, his chin rested briefly on Wen Yueming's broad shoulders for a second, and let go in a flash, "Thank you."

There was a white light flashing in the line of sight, but the light on the street was too gorgeous, no one noticed.

The next afternoon.

Jiang Yan leaned on the computer chair, with the blank sheet music spread out on the table, he tapped the penholder with his index finger, absent-minded, Cheng Jianyu's resolute look from yesterday was lingering, cold and sharp, and he didn't want to say a word to him It made his teeth itch with anger.

Did you just break up?

He won't pull his face down and coax him over and over again, the faults are all habitual, if he apologizes again this time, then Cheng Jianyu will intensify in the future to break up and use his feelings as a weakness to control him.

He will not allow such a thing to happen.

The matter of Song Yingfei poaching his corner will not end easily. No wonder Song Yingfei persuaded him to let Cheng Jianyu go, so he has been waiting here for a long time. Cheng Jianyu will not like Song Yingfei, right?

This thought made him sick, the thin phone on the table buzzed and vibrated, he picked it up, and clicked on WeChat with one hand, a little-known little assistant in Brother Chao's management team.

[Congratulations to Brother Jiang and his sister-in-law for getting back together! ! ! ]

A few exaggerated red love hearts were brushed under the news, Jiang Yan was slightly startled, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was worrying about this matter, this news was like adding fuel to the fire, he simply deleted the black dragon.

Before locking the screen, he habitually slid down the message window, casually scanning and pushing the news. Before he could see all the messages clearly, his phone fell on the table with a "slap".

A group of hot photos rushed to the top of the rankings with overwhelming power.

From time to time, there will be two scandals about Jiang Yan, such as Zhou Jueqing's stare at the party, birthday song, it sounds very ambiguous, it seems to have such a thing, but after careful analysis, it will be found that there is no such thing, except for this one, it is certain , hammer on hammer.

Coupled with the "Let's Travel" program group Reuters' clips, compared with the mosaic-like quality photos on the hot search, Cheng Jianyu's height and appearance are not gone. Since it is Cheng Jianyu, the other man must be Jiang Yan, even if the hairstyle is right. No, but the majority of people who eat melons will not care so much.

The friendship is full of enthusiasm and wishes the two of them a long time, sweet and sweet, building a building under Jiang Yan Weibo, you say a hundred years of love, my sister-in-law is so beautiful, and it is very lively.

Jiang Yan squeezed his fingers, took a deep breath, and clicked on the photo. Wen Yueming's clothing logo was clearly visible. Just by looking at the outline, he could recognize that this was his little uncle. Cheng Jianyu bent over slightly, and his chin rested on his shoulder intimately. , slightly intoxicated, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, with an unspeakable shyness.

His first reaction was not shock, but 'Cheng Jianyu is so fucking shy? '

How many times have there been close contacts between the two of them? Whenever he makes a request, Cheng Jianyu will agree to any posture or any difficult words. He is very slutty and does the most unbearable things with the most innocent expression. In the past five years, when did he meet Cheng? Have you ever been shy?

It's just a hug. This kind of young girl Huaichun's appearance of wanting to talk is too powerful for him.

With blue veins on his forehead, he gritted his teeth deeply, feeling unprecedented anger, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and dialed the number with his pale fingers.

"Beep beep..."

After a few blind tones, the phone hung up, Jiang Yan went mad with anger, and Cheng Jianyu was so courageous that he dared to hang up on his phone, and dialed again unconvinced.

This time when the call was connected, Jiang Yan breathed heavily, his words paused, and his words were cold, "Cheng Jianyu, where are you?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, Wen Yueming coughed lightly to ease the embarrassment, "Xiao Yan, I'm sorry, I had a meal with Jian Yu, and Jian Yu just went to the bathroom."

What's your relationship?

Why did Cheng Jianyu show such a charming expression to you, and why are you hugging so tightly?

You finished your meal last night, and you still have dinner this afternoon. Are you finished?

Jiang Yan couldn't wait to question him clearly, and restrained him only from his rationality, "You let Cheng Jianyu answer the phone."

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Jianyu's voice sounded from the other end. The voice was quiet, gentle, and delicate, "Mr. Wen, is anyone calling me?"

Cheng Jianyu still speaks in such a tone?When Jiang Yan saw it for the first time, Wen Yueming said in a low voice: "It's Jiang Yan."

"It's him." The soft tone just disappeared, Cheng Jianyu took the phone, and his tone changed sharply, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yan sneered lowly, suppressing his anger, "How do you know my uncle?"

"We've known each other for a long time." Cheng Jianyu told the truth.

"What did you do last night?" Jiang Yan was aggressive, breathing quickly, "Why are you so shy? You dare to put your chin on his shoulder, do you think the man is going crazy?"

Cheng Jianyu fell silent, "I'm hanging up the phone, bye."

"Cheng Jianyu..." Jiang Yan called out his name from between his teeth, and said coldly, "You wait for me."

On the other end of the phone, Cheng Jianyu put away his phone, and Wen Yueming leaned on the sofa, looking at him with a half-smile, "Xiao Yan is jealous of yesterday's photo."

"Well, a little." After breaking up, Cheng Jianyu didn't really want to talk about Jiang Yan.

Wen Yueming sighed thoughtfully, "Do you need me to explain to Xiao Yan?"

Cheng Jianyu shook his head and looked at him seriously, "No, Mr. Wen, I will have a good talk with him."

After lunch, Cheng Jianyu had another important thing to do in the afternoon. Liang Qiu introduced him to director Guang Yixian, another great director of art films. Director Guang Yixian was not an orthodox director. A number of directors have cooperated in the film and won numerous photography awards. The image style is unique and has great personal characteristics.

After changing his career as a director, he made few but fine works. The films are filled with a strong human temperament, simple and quiet, which coincides with the tone of the script "Please Kill Me Gentlely", and it is a natural match.

Cheng Jianyu had no doubts, he was very happy, and decided on the director, and the next is the lead role. Nanka's original male lead was Zhou Jueqing. On this point, director Liang Qiu asked Cheng Jianyu for his opinion. Cheng Jianyu told the truth that Zhou Jueqing was not suitable. Things have nothing to do with grievances or hatred.

The male protagonist in this play is a person who can kill with love, and Zhou Jueqing is too smart to be such a stubborn and serious person.

But the starring role needs to be decided by the South Carolina media. What the director can do is to audition a few suitable actors. This afternoon, Liang Qiu and Guang Yixian made an appointment with a few male leads who are good at it, and did a simple audition to find out how they feel .

The name of the new actor Zhong Lunian is on the list. Because of Cheng Jianyu, Liang Qiu personally called Zhong Lunian. Zhong Lunian was so popular because of "Accident at the End of Summer" that year, and he had a close relationship with Cheng Jianyu. The name of the screenwriter, apart from anything else, agreed to audition.

Everyone briefly read the synopsis of the script, and some people have quit. The image of the male protagonist is not very good. He is a taciturn academic boy. In order to avenge his admired lover, he uses the knowledge of chemistry and physics to kill the murderer quietly. Escaping legal sanctions, but also fell into the endless hell.

This kind of role is not easy to play. If the performance is smashed and the signboard is ruined, if the performance is good, it will be called a pervert.

In the nanny's car, Zhong Lunian's agent hesitated, "Lu Nian, you are thinking about it, you just won the best actor, and now there are many big directors looking for you, there is no need to look at the face of Guang Yixian and Liang Qiu .”

"I'm not looking at their face." Zhong Lunian looked at the script leisurely without raising his head, "I'm looking at the screenwriter's face."

If it weren't for Zhou Jueqing, who insisted on principles and rejected capital manipulation, Cheng Jianyu could stand out from the crowd and seize the opportunity to skyrocket.

The agent looked embarrassed, "Do you really think there is no problem with this script? This screenwriter has not worked for five years. You are now on the rise, so don't get carried away by your emotions."

Zhong Lunian closed the script and solemnly placed it on the table, "I believe in the script he wrote. You must know that without him, there would be no you and me."

Cheng Jianyu contributed a lot to his current achievements, and one must know how to repay his kindness in order to go further on this road.

Zhong Lunian insisted on this, and the manager couldn't persuade him anymore.

The audition hall was dimly lit, and a bright light was turned on on the dome. Cheng Jianyu sat beside Liang Qiu, holding the materials of the audition actors, and read them carefully. The actors who could be brought by Liang Qiu and Guang Yixian all had two brushes , but they are not like each other. They don't have the kind of calmness on the surface, but the paranoid and crazy energy in their hearts.

Liang Qiu took a sip of tea and sighed regretfully, "Such a good script is worth nothing. See Comrade Yu, next time you will write me a rational script."

"Definitely." Cheng Jianyu replied firmly.

Liang Qiu smiled, feeling relieved, "What do you guys think of the few just now?"

"Don't worry, there's one more."

Zhong Lunian made his debut. This scene is the most important part of the script. The male protagonist Huo Jing was suspected of committing a crime for his own selfish desires, not because of revenge for love. He confessed to his dead lover affectionately and stubbornly. Liang Qiu liked it very much. This scene showed Huo Jing's madness and nervousness to the fullest.

The dim light shone on Zhong Lunian's handsome face. He eagerly took a few steps forward, stood firm without falling, and looked at Cheng Jianyu steadily, "I love him, of course, but this is not universal. The meaning of love, my love for him is the love of man for God, even if the idol collapses, I love even the damaged corner of him.”

"I'd like to take all his grief and pain, but I can't..."

Zhong Lunian's title of best actor is well-deserved, and he performed the madness requested by Director Liang, even better than Director Liang's request. After a few seconds of silence, he applauded and saluted Zhong Lunian, and set Zhong Lunian with the on-site reaction.

Cheng Jianyu was absent-minded and looked at him quietly. Director Liang smiled and asked casually, "Comrade Xiaoyu, what were you thinking when you wrote this line?"

"Think of me as a friend." Cheng Jianyu answered truthfully in a very calm voice.

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Standing in the empty living room, Jiang Yan was restless. He realized that his emotions were out of control, not only because of the few photos of Cheng Jianyu and his uncle, but also because of the loss of control represented behind the photos.

Thinking about it carefully, he didn't know Cheng Jianyu at all, he didn't know his likes and dislikes, he didn't know his past experience, he didn't even see his shy expression, Cheng Jianyu was like sand tightly held in his hand, firmly Being controlled by him, but now every time I feel a little strange, the sand flows down the palm of my hand, and I can't stop the walking away with all my strength.

This strange sense of powerlessness disgusted him.

Does Cheng Jianyu really like him?He was not so sure about the facts he had identified in the past.

He took off his T-shirt, bare his tense back, walked into the bathroom, and turned it on to the cold water mode. Only in this way can he wake up properly.

It's funny to say that he comes from a superior family background, and he has been fascinated by it since he was a child. He has seen business elites like crucian carp crossing the river. Whenever he opens his mouth, he knows the opponent's weight. superior.

Is the Cheng Jianyu he knows true or false?How much is true and how much is false?

What kind of relationship does Cheng Jianyu have with his little uncle?

It's like looking at flowers through fog, completely unpredictable.

After taking a shower, he turned on his phone while putting on his clothes, and single-handedly blocked and deleted friends who sent blessings to the public in WeChat. After knowing him for so long, he couldn't tell his face clearly, so there was no need to be friends.

All the way to A Sheng's recent chat records, he accidentally clicked on the dialog box, and the last message record was the finished cufflinks A Sheng sent him.

W.

He stared at the W between the silver cuff buttons. At the beginning, Ah Sheng said it was his famous name, but now there seems to be another more suitable explanation. The hand that was holding the edge of the T-shirt was stiff, and after a while, he slowly pulled the clothes away. Pulled to the waist, slowly showing a cold smile.

Use his money to engrave other men's initials, and ask him to present them himself.

Cheng Jianyu is cruel enough.

Cheng Jianyu has been very busy these few days, the male lead has been finalized, and other related responsibilities are coming to his face. It is inevitable to revise the minutiae of the script. In just a week, he had six video conferences with the director, and he still had to spare time to write Writing a script customized for Lin Zhao was exhausting.

But as long as you see that the script is signed by Cheng Jianyu, no matter how tired you are, you will be relieved for a while, and your destiny is in your own hands. This feeling is very good.

Fortunately, Zhong Lunian was able to act in this movie. The actor's title is undoubtedly the gold plating of this unaired movie. Writing a script is like a puppy born to a kitten or dog. It must be trained by a reliable owner in order to be able to peace of mind.

Including Wen Yueming, everything is slowly getting better.

On the way home from get off work, he bought a cup of coffee and went back to continue writing Lin Zhao's script. If he worked overtime in the studio, Chen Kai and An An worried that Bei Xinhong would be bad for him and insisted on staying with him.

But with Cheng Jianyu's skills, Bei Xinhong is nothing to worry about. In order to avoid the kindness of An'an and Chen Kai, it is a good choice to go home and work overtime.

Cheng Jianyu entered the elevator, leaned loosely on the handrail, and slowly scrolled through Wen Yueming's circle of friends. Like him, he only forwarded and shared songs occasionally, and the amount of information was pitiful.

When the elevator stopped on the floor, Cheng Jianyu lowered his head and flicked downwards, while touching the keys from his pocket, and smelled the familiar smell of tobacco in his nose, bohemian, arrogant and willful.

He raised his head subconsciously, Jiang Yan folded his arms, his calf was propped against the wall, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he looked over fixedly with chilling eyes.

Cheng Jianyu remained calm and expressionless. He turned the key and opened the door, "Puff out your cigarette and come in again."

Jiang Yan was stunned, looking at his slender and handsome back, folded the cigarette butt with both hands, and threw it into the trash can at the door. The room was small, clean and tidy, and the lime perfume that Cheng Jianyu used to wear remained in the air.

Cheng Jianyu took the glass of water and put it on the coffee table, doing good deeds. "I know you have a lot of questions you want to ask me, but I hope you stay calm and don't humiliate me like you did on the phone."

"When did you resign?" If he hadn't blocked people at the door of Bei Xinhong's studio, he would never have known that Cheng Jianyu had resigned.

Cheng Jianyu looked at him indifferently, "A month ago."

Jiang Yan leaned against the wall opposite Cheng Jianyu, squinted his eyes, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Cheng Jianyu tilted his head, his profile was clean, and silence was golden.

Jiang Yan suppressed his anger and hooked his hands at him, "Come here."

The contract was terminated, and the order had lost its original effect. Cheng Jianyu ignored him and looked at him quietly. Jiang Yan took a deep breath, stepped over with a big stride, stretched his arm, hooked Cheng Jianyu's shoulder, and pressed against the wall violently, staring at him. Looking into his eyes, he asked, "What does W mean?"

Cheng Jianyu lowered his eyelashes, then raised them again, revealing a thin face, and replied abruptly: "W means Wen, meaning Wen Yueming."

Even though he had already guessed the answer, when Cheng Jianyu said it himself, Jiang Yan's heart twitched violently. He squeezed Cheng Jianyu's jaw hard, his eyes were hard, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know." Cheng Jianyu's thin eyelids were clear, without any fear of him, and repeated, "W is Wen, Wen Yueming."

He felt Jiang Yan's chest rising and falling violently, and the warm and rapid breathing on his cheeks. He swung his hard and strong fist, brushed his eyelashes like a gust of wind, and smashed hard on the wall beside his face. No transposition.

"Don't make me angry, you know the consequences very well." Jiang Yan warned him coldly.

Cheng Jianyu sighed from the bottom of his heart, his eyes were dull, "Why are you angry? The second day I met you, your manager gave me a dating contract. He told me that I was worth 30 yuan a month. I signed the agreement and listened to you." If you do it as you wish, if you are not happy at all, you will get me..."

He laughed at himself, "Jiang Yan, are we lovers? Will anyone think we are in a relationship? Has anyone of your friends or colleagues respected me?"

"We are in a relationship." Jiang Yan lowered his voice, restraining the violent impulse, "Cheng Jianyu, I am your boyfriend."

Cheng Jianyu was surprisingly calm, looked at Jiang Yan's tense jaw, and clearly analyzed their relationship, "Only you think so, your friends, your colleagues, people who know us, they treat me as your pet, Your bedmate, the gadget you keep."

He lowered his eyes, turned his head sideways, and smiled softly, seeming to laugh at Jiang Yan and at himself, "I lied to you, but I don't like you is the truth."

Jiang Yan looked at him momentarily, his wanton burning anger was about to swallow his reason, he leaned close to Cheng Jianyu's ear, and spoke coldly and slowly, "I can't wait to kill you now."

Let the old man Yan Rong say that in a relationship, there is no entanglement, no calculation, and it is not love at all, so what the hell is he in Cheng Jianyu's eyes?

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