My language is the anchor

Buttoning up the shirt, putting on the coat, and carefully pulling up the waistband, Han Wuyu bent over to carry an extra bag, carefully checked the lenses of different sizes in the bag, and finally put the camera on the side into the main bag, and pulled it up. Zipper, he picked up the paper bag on the ground and walked out of the door of his house, out of the elevator, the administrator at the door saluted him respectfully, called him Mr. Han, he nodded shyly in response, as if he was afraid of being discovered, He stepped out of the community building quickly, turned around and walked quickly towards the company. At the corner coffee shop, he happened to meet Zhao Xicheng who was walking across the street.

"Uncle..." He still greeted first.

"Well, you..." Zhao Xicheng looked at his big and small bags: "Bring a camera?"

Han Wuyu nodded: "I have an appointment with Pinwei to play with the camera." He stuffed the pouch, saw the paper bag in his hand, and handed it to Zhao Xicheng.

"what?"

"It took me a month to wash the clothes. I'm sorry." Han Wuyu hesitated to speak, but didn't say anything more.

This month he avoided the uncle, not because the uncle reunited with his lover, or because he couldn't sort out this kind of emotion. He just thought of the past a long time ago, and felt hurt in his heart, as if he was slapped severely by someone. heartache.

Zhao Xicheng took the paper bag, looked at Han Wuyu and said to go first, brushed past him, he took two steps to follow.

"Your clothes are still with me."

"No...it's okay, I'll take it another day."

"I still have some books for you."

Han Wuyu stopped and bit his lips lightly: "Uncle has helped me enough, really. Thank you very much..." He raised his foot and walked forward again.

Zhao Xicheng took his hand again and said anxiously, "Aren't you going to ask?"

Every day we meet each other but pass by casually, he hopes that Han Wuyu can ask why.

Han Wuyu lowered his head, clutching the strap of the camera bag tightly.

"It's nothing... nothing to ask. People will change... don't they?" He was a little trembling, he seldom uttered such emotional words, and now he finished speaking with a trace of regret.The big palm on his arm trembled, and he let go silently. He lowered his head and started to walk to the company again.

Zhao Xicheng didn't keep up, he stood on the corner of the street for a while, turned around and entered the coffee shop, found the old corner of the coffee shop and sat down, stared at the paper bag in a daze, until Bai Ningxia walked into the coffee shop with a smile, sat on the opposite seat, He yelled angrily before returning to his senses.

"Didn't get enough sleep?"

"Hmm." She pinched the center of her eyebrows and the bridge of her nose.

"Where did you get the paper bag? Clothes?"

"When I met Hanwuyu, I borrowed it from him last time." Touching the cigarette case, I wanted to smoke a cigarette, but remembered that I was in a non-smoking room, so I put it away again.

"Same? Cappuccino?" Said it affectionately.

Only those who have been around for a long time will know such details of life.

Zhao Xicheng nodded: "Okay." After a pause, he said: "Wait, don't add sugar."

The waiter was taken aback, and smiled and suggested that he order a latte. Zhao Xicheng was taken aback for a moment, then curled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Excuse me, then a cup of latte without sugar."

Bai Ningxia took a look at his smile, picked up the water glass and took a sip.

Such a smile is very strange.

"Have you been waiting for a long time? I will go out first next time." She looked at him flatteringly.

"It doesn't matter. It's the same for anyone who waits." After drinking a sip of water, he was unusually silent.

Bai Ningxia hummed softly, looked up at him again, reached out to shake his hand on the table, but because someone was passing by, she put her hand away, pretended nothing happened, picked up the water glass and drank again. saliva.

"Unhappy? I'll go out first next time, order breakfast and wait for you?"

Such unhappy, not the first time.

They obviously live together in Zhao Xicheng's small room, but they insist on going out at different times, pretending to meet at the coffee shop, and then go to the company separately.

"Ning Xia. I understand how you don't want to make it public."

Bai Ningxia was taken aback for a moment, her hands trembling slightly, but she pretended to be calm.

Zhao Xicheng watched the waiter serve the coffee, and after he left, he took a sip of the coffee.

"I really understand." Looking at the coffee cup, he said, "Forget it, it's okay."

Bai Ningxia took a sip of coffee: "Are you not afraid?"

His tone trembled involuntarily. Public homosexuality or a little intimacy outside were all heavy pressures for him, unable to face the strange eyes of the people around him, and even unable to bear the harsh ridicule every single word.

Zhao Xicheng looked out the window and said flatly, "I'm afraid. I've been afraid before."

However, people change.

He drank the coffee in one gulp, said he would go to the company first, showed a gentle smile to the person in front of him, but simply got up and left.

Bai Ningxia followed her out: "To work together?" It was more flattering.

Zhao Xicheng nodded, but he was not as happy as before.

He listened to Bai Ningxia talking about some interesting stories about the editorial room, and occasionally struck up a conversation, but his mind was filled with the words in Korean.

People change.

What a simple sentence.

Simply erase all of your past.

Walking into the company, after entering the elevator, they encountered Hanwuyu again. They didn't have much contact, but they were the only two who went to the broadcasting office on the [-]th floor. After Bai Ningxia left the elevator, Zhao Xicheng looked at the reflection of Hanwuyu on the elevator door.

"Ning Xia doesn't want to make it public."

Han Wuyu was taken aback: "I won't say it."

Zhao Xicheng frowned: "I didn't mean that."

Not a warning, he just...

only……

Inexplicable remorse and unclear memories messed up his thoughts, and he didn't know what he wanted to say or explain for a while.

The elevator number jumped to the seventeenth floor, and the elevator door opened with a ding.

Han Wuyu took a small step forward in a panic: "I really don't know how to speak."

Zhao Xicheng frowned even tighter, and stretched out his hand to pull him back to the elevator.

"Damn it! I said it didn't mean that!"

He looked at Han Wuyu and turned his head away, blinking and blinking to endure the gradually reddened eye sockets, relented again and let go.

Han Wuyu left quickly the moment he let go.

Zhao Xicheng looked at his back, let the elevator door close, and leaned his back heavily against the side.

"... I've changed, I've changed! Hanwu language!" The firm voice echoed in the elevator alone, as if reiterating something.

***

In the corner of the studio, Han Wuyu lowered his head, sat obediently on a chair, amplified his voice as much as possible, and read out the manuscripts one by one, occasionally interrupted by Zhao Xicheng, and occasionally asked him to write a press release. A few days in advance.

"All right."

Zhao Xicheng hummed, said to call it a day, and turned to leave.

Han Wuyu breathed a sigh of relief, seeing him go up to the second floor, knowing that he was looking for Bai Ningxia, he took another look at the second floor, walked slowly to Zhang Pinwei, took the water he gave, and took a sip.

"What? Do you want to be a mistress?"

Han Wuyu took a sip of water: "Little little little little three!"

Zhang Pinwei hummed, his eyes wandered to the second floor.

Han Wuyu shook his head vigorously, then looked at Zhang Pinwei suspiciously as if remembering something.

"You know about them...?"

Zhang Pinwei nodded, and reached out to pick up the camera bag: "I know." After saying that he and them are old friends, he glanced at him again: "So, you really want to be a mistress?"

He narrowed his eyes and pretended to organize the lenses in the camera bag.

Seeing Han Wuyu shaking his head vigorously, with a flustered face, he lifted the camera bag in his hand.

"Hungry. Treat me to dinner, and I will consider trusting you."

Han Wuyu frowned, knowing that he was being tricked again.

"Emotions can only be one-on-one." He whispered.

Zhang Pinwei carried the camera bag on his back and covered his head with one palm.

"Okay, okay, you are the only one who is dedicated." The tone was still teasing.

It was impossible not to notice the unfamiliarity between Han Wuyu and Zhao Xicheng, because he realized that he cared too much, so he couldn't ask, and he was afraid that the relationship would die before he confessed.

Han Wuyu bent over and tacitly took the polished version for him and walked out of the studio side by side with him.

"How much is the camera?"

"Look at the function. About ten pounds in a normal studio. Look at it?"

"Okay. It feels like the camera is your life, and you hold the camera every day."

Zhang Pinwei chuckled: "Every one is my life. Handle it carefully! If it is broken, I will fight with you."

Han Wuyu carried the bag with a smile. He was used to Zhang Pinwei's vicious words during the time he got along these days, and occasionally he would learn a few words from him.

"I see you lift it very easily, but I didn't expect it to be so heavy." Hanging on his shoulders like Zhang Pinwei, he walked a few steps.

He is also about [-] or [-] in shape, a little thinner but because of practicing judo, his body is still solid, but he still needs a little effort to carry such a bag of photographic equipment.

"Of course. I'm not picky eaters."

"Yes yes yes. I'm the only picky eater!" I didn't realize that I was imitating his teasing tone.

Zhang Pinwei bent a good-looking smile, he likes him learning his own, such Korean language, so that his extravagant desire for monopoly can be satisfied.

"Speaking of which, what are you going to eat today...be careful!"

With his back turned to the corner, Han Wuyu flashed past the lamp post on the side. When he was turning, an employee was walking towards him. He half-turned and flashed, but he was worried that the equipment would hit the lamp post. One of them had an unstable center of gravity, and his body turned to one side. Zhang Pinwei stretched his arms back With a pull, he took him into his arms.

Zhang Pinwei heaved a sigh of relief: "Almost."

Han Wuyu then heaved a sigh of relief, holding the camera bag tightly with both hands: "It's really dangerous, but luckily the equipment is fine."

Zhang Pinwei pursed his lips, took the bag, and threw the polished version back to Han Wuyu.

"Say you! Who's talking about the equipment!" After speaking, he scratched his head and walked to his office.

Han Wuyu was taken aback, looked at Zhang Pinwei's back, and followed slowly. With every step his long legs took, his heart throbbed and throbbed so fast that his cheeks flushed.

"My language, watch the road. Watch the road!" Zhang Pinwei shouted again.

Han Wuyu hurriedly looked up, but happened to meet Zhang Pinwei's eyes, nose to nose, and the distance between lips was less than one centimeter.

The two froze for a moment, and the atmosphere became ambiguous.

"That...camera."

"what?"

"The camera is your life."

Looking at the Han Wuyu in front of him, Zhang Pinwei's ears gradually warmed up.

"The equipment is fine, and I am fine..." Han Wu said incoherently.

Zhang Pinwei paused.

"I, I, I am more important than your life... no... I am more important than the camera... I am very grateful... nor..." Han Wuyu's eyes were flushed with excitement.

He couldn't express his feelings clearly, but he wanted to express clearly excitedly.

"Thank you for caring about me more than the camera!"

Zhang Pinwei almost laughed when he heard that his words were not expressive.

What a metaphor.

"You're only one more boob than the camera." He stretched out his fingers and flicked his forehead, duplicity.

He turned his face away with reddish ears, put the equipment back in place, and deliberately said with his back to Han Wuyu that he could only eat badly at this time, and said a few dishes with a lot of green onions maliciously.

"You're treating me, of course I'm the one to order, isn't it?" After successfully hearing Han Wuyu's struggle, he smiled wickedly again.

"Forget it...as you like, I'll drink until I'm full."

"Drinking? Let me see how many glasses you can drink." He embraced him and said, "I'm staying at your house today?"

Han Wuyu's heart dropped inexplicably. It was obviously the same conversation as usual, and it wasn't the first time he borrowed it, but he was a little shy.

"Ah? Oh... good." A nervous blush appeared on his face.

"You hesitate!"

"I do not have."

"I see through you."

"Did you tell me?" Han Wuyu protested softly.

He glanced sideways at Zhang Pinwei, saw the beautiful curve of his smiling mouth, and quickly lowered his head.

"how?"

"Ah? It's okay. It's just... I'm very happy to be friends with you." Han Wuyu said in a babbling voice.

"I thought."

Han Wuyu looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

"I'm not just a friend in your heart." Zhang Pinwei blinked one eye, said lightly and casually, and showed a nice smile again.

Han Wuyu blushed, not knowing what to do.

He wanted to deny it, but felt that Zhang Pinwei was better than other friends.

"Well. Better than others." Still honestly admitted.

Zhang Pinwei was taken aback for a moment, seeing him blushing, his heart moved again.

He coughed lightly, covered his head with his big palm again, and half covered his half-red face with the other hand.

This kid is challenging his reason.

"Later, please eat green onions, I will reward you."

I can't learn his honesty and sincerity, and again, teasing him with duplicity.