My language is the anchor

Zhang Pinwei's small room is no different from an ordinary man's room, with cool-colored wallpapers and simple Nordic-style furnishings. The books on the wooden cabinet can basically be described as stuffed, and the books that can't fit all cover the entire floor. The corner on the side is the center, and a semicircle is drawn scattered all over the place. There is a European-style desk lamp and a Scottish-patterned rug in the corner. On the rug, there are unfinished tea and half-open books.

"Find a seat to sit." After taking off his shoes, he used his feet to move the books by the entrance.

Han Wuyu took off his shoes, avoided the books, and walked to the corner.He casually looked at the books on the floor, most of which were photo albums or photography-related books. He looked up and saw several trophies and medals on the shelf that were mostly covered by books.

"...Documentary Grand Prize Zhang Pinwei, quicksand...you..."

"What?" After taking two cups of hot tea, seeing Han Wuyu pointing at the trophy, he shyly said, "You know?"

Han Wuyu nodded, with more energy: "I like that one very much! I even attended the premiere."

Quicksand, the best documentary that has been praised by the Berlin and Cannes Film Festivals in recent years, has been criticized and strictly scrutinized because the director is Asian.

Zhang Pinwei laughed out loud, "You attended the premiere in Cannes? Wow, Master Han, what's your background! You got an invitation letter."

Han Wuyu was taken aback, and frowned at that young master Han, with embarrassment and a hurt look on his face.

"Grandpa gave it... I, I... I'm not some young master..." I added one more sentence.

Zhang Pinwei glanced at him, sat down and handed him the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and didn't intend to spy on Han Wuyu's private life, feeling a little annoyed at himself for teasing him casually.

"When shooting quicksand, I was attacked by a poisonous scorpion and almost died in the desert." Changed the subject.

He sideways pulled out a photo album, which mostly contained photos and records of quicksand shooting.

"That's it. Now that I think about it, I really don't know the heights of the sky and the earth. I just want to rush forward."

In the photo is a left leg with four poisonous scorpions hanging on it. Zhang Pinwei said that he wanted to know how he died when he wanted to die, so he pressed the shutter and took pictures of these murderers.

Han Wuyu looked at him, but his eyes were a little more worshipful. Looking at the scorpion in the photo, his expression was ferocious and frightened, as if he was the one who hurt.

Zhang Pinwei turned another page, it was still his left leg, but there were three or four more scars.

"Beautiful legs after rebirth." The corners of her mouth curled up.

Han Wuyu smiled, took the photo album, and flipped through a few pages.

"Does it hurt?" The photo records every moment, every person who helped him, and the memory of that time.

Zhang Pinwei leaned comfortably on the pillow by the wall, with his long straight legs crossed and stacked.

"It hurts, damn it hurts! But I don't know why, but that kind of enthusiasm and excitement reminds me." He told him to shoot quicksand again, and he probably wouldn't be able to shoot as good a work.

Han Wuyu looked at him in a daze, not because of inferiority or sadness, but a sense of restlessness that trembled violently.He didn't have Zhang Pinwei's ostentatious courage, he was even afraid of admitting pain.

"In the future, you won't take any more photos?" He bowed his head, flipping through the album page by page, and each photo was insisted on.

"Shooting. I will still record. Even if it is not as good as the previous works, I still want to shoot. What about you?"

Han Wuyu didn't expect him to ask back, so he calmed down for a while, and swallowed nervously.

"I...want to be an anchor..." With trembling lips, he touched the photobook and said, "I want to...make a movie..."

He also insisted, but rarely said it.

Zhang Pinwei propped himself up and sat side by side with him, smiling sideways and said, "Looks like he's a competitor."

Han Wuyu was taken aback for a moment, lowered his head and curled the corners of his mouth, feeling inexplicably relieved, laughed again, and even curled the corners of his eyes.

Zhang Pinwei picked up his phone and quickly took a picture for him.

"Return the gift." Talking about being secretly photographed by him last time.

Han Wuyu looked at himself in the photo, looked at the person in front of him with a smile, and asked softly, "Pass...pass it to me..."

He remembered Zhang Pinwei and said the same thing.

Looking at his smiling face, Zhang Pinwei was stunned for a moment, turned his head away, swallowed his saliva, his eardrums clearly heard the clamor of his desire, got up quickly, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Don't think about it! This is my masterpiece. Master class!" Pretending to be relaxed, only the red and hot ears revealed a little clue.

Unsurprisingly, Han Wuyu let out a silly snort. He opened the refrigerator and pretended to search for food to cover up his slightly hot face.

Han Wu stood up in a daze, listening to Zhang Pinwei's relaxed tone, and seeing his relaxed expression of rummaging for food at will, he realized that he had been tricked.

"Zhang Pinwei."

"What? Are you going to buy it at a high price?" He didn't look back.

Han Wuyu looked at his silhouette, and said in a small but clear voice, "It's good to have you today. Thank you."

He was timid and lacked courage, but after Zhang Pinwei agreed, he inexplicably encouraged himself, and also found out how insignificant he was when he was tangled and sad during the conversation with him.

Think of being sad.

My heart is still shaking, maybe I don't even have the right to be sad.

Not then, and not now.

Zhang Pinwei turned his back and waved at him casually: "I won't give you the photo." He said it casually, with a light touch, and a bit of duplicity.

Han Wuyu was infected by the atmosphere, only felt the warmth in his heart, and rolled his eyes again with a smile.

Zhang Pinwei glanced at him and casually asked him if he wanted to eat something, then turned his back to him and heated the pot under it.He raised his eyes and glanced secretly at the person reading in the living room, and saw him flipping through the book freely, with a smile curled up at the end of his eyes.

His fingers were scalded by the hot pan.

"Pain..." He hissed and touched his already red ear.

The sound of the heartbeat pierced through the ears, pounding and clamoring in the eardrums.

Not good.

Really bad.

**

The shower in the afternoon was in a hurry, but it seemed to be pouring from the sky to the ground like a non-stop, pouring into the Xiaochuan River.

Zhao Xicheng looked at the ceiling, sat on the edge of the bed with his upper body bare, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, he didn't have the joy of reconciliation after a quarrel in the past.

With such a reunion, the uneasiness between him and Bai Ningxia still exists.

Putting on his pants casually, he lit a cigarette, and when he walked to the window sill, he saw Han Wuyu's bag with the key hanging on the side of the bag.

"That kid, are you still outside?"

There was thunder outside the window, and the light and shadow of lightning flashed frighteningly.

He frowned.

Damn.

That kid is so timid.

He picked up his cell phone and dialed Han Wuyu.

No one picked up the first time.

Dial again.

The second time...the third time...the sixth time, someone finally answered.

"Where are you kid? Where are you going in this weather?" A series of anxious questions.

He put on his coat, took the car keys, and planned to go out to pick him up.

There was a voice on the other end of the phone.

Zhao Xicheng was stunned: "Pinwei?"

He heard Pinwei say that Hanwu language was at his house, and after saying a few words, he hung up the phone and stood by the bed with a cigarette in his hand.

Behind him, Bai Ningxia walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist. The intimacy just now was still there, and the tenderness and touch after reuniting were still there. He gently pressed his face on his back.

"Call Pinwei?" He glanced at his phone.

Zhao Xicheng hummed, held the phone, and covered the call history, not understanding why he would lie, but in front of Ning Xia, he never lied.

"What did you say? You looked dumbfounded. You shouldn't be allowed to go out on location, right?" Bai Ningxia said naughtily, and turned around to hug the man.

In the past, the man in front of him always ran first when he heard that he was on location, and he and Pinwei competed for the camera, always wanting to play with camera equipment without doing business.

After Zhao Xicheng heard this, he just smiled faintly, with his arms around his waist habitually.

"No. He just said...my language is at his house."

On the phone, Zhang Pinwei only called out his name in Hanwu language, and even shouted himself awkwardly, but he called out naturally and kindly.

Why?

When did the relationship get so good?

Bai Ningxia walked to the kitchen: "Is that child's?" He pointed to the bag on the ground.

Zhao Xicheng nodded: "Yes."

Without saying much, he walked towards the window sill, lighting a cigarette and hanging it between his fingers.

Bai Ningxia took a sip of water: "You and him, are there really nothing wrong?"

He walked towards him, even though he hated the smell of cigarettes.

Seeing him approaching him, Zhao Xicheng thoughtfully extinguished the cigarette he hadn't smoked yet.

"No." I used to like to be jealous, but now, there is always something more, like a thorn stuck in my throat.

Bai Ningxia liked his little thoughtful gesture, and curled the corners of her mouth.

"I think so. You performed so well just now, I feel like you can do it again." Hugging the man who belonged to him in front of him.

Zhao Xicheng chuckled again, and embraced Bai Ningxia. No man would refuse such words, let alone his lover.

Lightning flashed by the window again, followed by thunder. He turned his head and looked out the window, turning the cigarette case with one hand, a little absent-minded.Looking back at Bai Ningxia, listening to him talking about homely things such as what to eat later, she agreed twice.

This is his original life.

The thunder sounded again, and Han Wuyu couldn't get it out of his mind. Looking at his surprised expression, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the cigarette case in his hand.

"Your cigarette case is still in use... didn't you buy a new one for you?"

Zhao Xicheng raised the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly.

"I'm not used to it."

He lowered his head slowly, and kissed the lips with a slight smile in front of him, as if confirming something, he sucked and entangled domineeringly, his body and long legs intertwined, his lust caused him to reach out and caress Bai Ningxia's flat chest and slender waist with bones, What surged up in his heart was not lust, he closed his eyes to hide his remorse, his movements were a little rough, he pulled down each other's pants, rubbed each other's desires, the heat rose again and made him restless, after turning over Bai Ningxia and squeezing a pile of lubricant, there was no The invasion of foreplay, he throbbed wantonly between his buttocks, the freshly made-up pussy adapted to absorb his desire, craving his rubbing and clinging.

Zhao Xicheng pressed his sweaty forehead against his back, gently licked and kissed his back, supported his waist rhythmically with one hand, held the cigarette case with the other, looked at the cigarette case, and asked softly.

"Does it hurt..."

He listened to Bai Ningxia's moaning, shook his head emotionally and said it didn't hurt, his left hand tightly clutched the cigarette case, as if venting something, he pushed forward his desire again.

How can it be……

No pain