My language is the anchor

There was a heavy rain in the evening, and the glass windows in the room were constantly brushed by the pouring rainwater, which hit the ground along the gravity, flowed through the cracks in the floor tiles, merged into the small ditch, and flowed into the big river and the sea.

Han Wuyu, who had a low fever, was lying on the window sill, with his forehead against the window, enjoying the coolness from the window, tightening his scarf, and resting with his eyes closed.His whole face was flushed, and he couldn't concentrate. He couldn't understand a single word of the press release that just came in, let alone memorize it verbatim.He looked down at the time, lazily sorted out the materials, and shuffled towards the studio.

It was a struggle for him to enter the studio. He wanted to see Zhang Pinwei, but he didn't want to see Zhao Xicheng. He said he didn't want to see him, but he had to accept daily guidance.He told himself again that business matters belong to business affairs, and they don't have any private matters to talk about, so they don't need to be affected.

Looking into the studio, Zhang Pinwei was already busy inside. He quietly walked to his old position next to the camera, nestled on the chair, looked sideways at Zhang Pinwei, and saw him busy pulling the wire. It seemed that machine No. [-] had crashed again. But before the mechanic came to make repairs, he had to prepare for the record, lest the mechanic be too late to announce the opening of the skylight.

"Professional." This is what Zhang Pinwei told himself.

He cheered himself on, feeling inexplicably at ease in the same space, sliding on the tablet, and concentrating on reading the manuscript.

Bai Ningxia walked towards him, and gave him a headset.

"Brother Wang asked me to give it to you. This is on, press it to turn it off." Click the button on the headset.

Han Wu said with both hands: "Thank you."

He hung it up conveniently, clearly heard Brother Wang's scolding in the monitoring room, and hurriedly pressed the switch to shut down.

Bai Ningxia chuckled, "Did you hear Brother Wang swearing?"

"Yes. I scolded the pig's brain."

Bai Ningxia groaned, and took another look at him. She didn't hate Hanwu language, or maybe she hated it because of certain things, like not hiding her sexuality.

"I heard from Xicheng that you two knew each other before." There is also the matter of knowing each other but looking strange, which I also let myself care about.

Han Wuyu was taken aback for a moment, lowered his head and put away the tablet before nodding: "Same school."

Bai Ningxia looked at him: "Same school? You should only be 26 or less than seven."

The same school, the age difference is too much.

Han Wuyu quickly explained: "Uncle, he was a sophomore in graduate school, and I was a freshman, and we met because of filming."

Bai Ningxia chuckled again: "You don't need to be nervous, I've known him for a long time, so I still have some trust."

Han Wuyu nodded and said he got it, and raised his eyes to take another look at him.

Some things seem to be concealed, but I don't know if there is a need to conceal them, because such associations are not recognized.

He felt aggrieved by admitting it, and felt a sense of disobedience full of guilt.

Bai Ningxia didn't know which nerve was wrong with her, so she casually sat on the side chatting with him, and the two of them occasionally laughed.

"It might be impolite to say this, you...are you in the circle?" Bai Ningxia waved her hand again: "You can ignore me, I'm not normal recently."

He wanted to find someone to talk to, but he was depressed, because there was no friend who could talk about topics in the circle, and even he didn't know why he was so in love, lonely.Looking back, I realized that such an underground love affair not only wronged Zhao Xicheng, but also pushed myself into a desperate situation alone.

Han Wuyu looked at him and nodded, "I am."

Bai Ningxia lowered her head and laughed, "You're really... very bold."

He lowered his head and touched the back of his neck, exhaled heavily, looked up at him and smiled again.

"It's not a bad thing."

Bai Ningxia groaned, and looked at him: "Another one."

"again?"

Bai Ningxia got up and patted her hips and legs: "That guy said the same thing." He pointed to Zhang Pinwei, and said, "You are often with him, so you should know that he is..."

He couldn't say the word "insider".

Han Wuyu opened his big round eyes, blushed, and nodded in a daze.

Of course he knows!

Bai Ningxia glanced at him: "Your expression..." Leaning towards him, watching Han Wuyu's ears burning up: "You two..."

"right!"

Bai Ningxia burst into laughter, hooked his shoulders, "You're too honest. In the evening, Xiaoping and the others have a dinner together, don't run away!"

He walked to the second floor and kicked Zhang Pinwei when he passed by.

hateful!They're all sweet-loving guys!

He walked into the sound control room, leaned on his swivel chair, turned around, and played a long note.

"Ah... not going well! Not going well!"

After checking the time, he glanced at the main broadcast station on the first floor. Brother Wang yelled a 10-minute countdown. He adjusted the audio, put on his earphones, and yelled a test.

"Ok!" Zhang Pinwei responded.

"Yes." Brother Wang also responded.

"Okay." Zhao Xicheng also responded, lowered his head and continued to follow the manuscript.

Bai Ningxia turned off the channels of Zhang Pinwei and Brother Wang, kept her own audio, and closed her eyes to listen to Zhao Xicheng's low and steady voice.He loved him, his voice, everything about him, but never acknowledged him.

"Uncle, press release."

The voice of Hanwu language came from the earphone, and he laughed angrily.

I quite like this kid.

"Okay." The sound of the tablet knocking on the table: "You are right."

"what?"

"People change."

Bai Ningxia frowned, why is this press release written like a report of experience.

"Oh. I'm being arrogant, no... I shouldn't criticize casually."

Bai Ningxia's earphones were covered, he looked downstairs, saw Zhao Xicheng adjusted the earphones and moved his mouth, he turned up the volume.

"...I want to say that I have changed...the time is up, go down and sit down, people with fever don't wobble here."

"thanks."

Bai Ningxia glanced at Han Wuyu, what about the illness?There was a hazy noise from the half-covered earphones, and the sound of Zhao Xicheng's exhalation came from the earphones.

"I'm so damned..." tutted.

Bai Ningxia's eyes drifted to Zhao Xicheng, seeing his serious face, he hung up the earphones, raised his hand to turn on the light, adjusted the volume again, and turned on all the audio.

Nah.

In front of Han Wuyu, I also feel embarrassed, especially when he said "This is not a bad thing", it sounds more pleasing to the ear than that guy Zhang Pinwei. encourage.

He picked up a blue pen and wrote on the paper, this is not a bad thing in five big characters, and concentrated on his work. At the end of an hour, he turned off other audio.

"city."

"how?"

"Xiaoping is looking for a dinner party, let's go together?" Bai Ningxia spoke slowly and nervously.

I have never attended a party, and even avoided attending a party, for fear of revealing clues.

Zhao Xicheng paused for a long time: "Okay."

Bai Ningxia heaved a sigh of relief, and laughed out loud, "I haven't chatted with you for a long time. It's for private use."

Before, it felt like yesterday, but it was as far away as yesterday, and the two of them would secretly chat with the headset before turning on the phone.

At that time, it felt like we could never finish talking.

Zhao Xicheng hummed softly: "I'll go upstairs to get my bag first."

Bai Ningxia didn't have time to say hello, the headset was turned off, he didn't press the stop button, he listened to the buzzing sound of the headset, propped his forehead, looked at the ceiling of the sound control room, and was in a daze, feeling that something had changed , made him even more lonely, thinking wildly until Xiaoping sent a message to disturb him, then got up and turned off the power, tidied up the desktop, but was unable to support the desktop again.

People can change.

He closed his eyes and whispered: "I... am changing... Zhao Xicheng..."

The person at the door held the doorknob for a while, but did not open the door. He walked down the stairs and sat on a chair outside the studio. He took out the cigarette case and turned it around, but his eyes were looking at somewhere at the end of the corridor, and finally he put his pants back bag, turned around and walked into the studio, just in time to meet Bai Ningxia who was walking downstairs.

"Aren't you very proud?"

Bai Ningxia was taken aback for a moment, then hummed.

He is so arrogant that he doesn't bother to attend any party, but in fact, he is just afraid of being called an insider.

Zhao Xicheng glanced at the time: "Sure enough, you are 08 minutes late for the dinner party at 30:10."

Bai Ningxia didn't speak, and walked towards him. He wanted to say something to refute, but he couldn't open his mouth, only choked up.He closed his eyes, his trembling eyelashes revealed his emotions, and bit his lips tightly with his white teeth in order to cover up his trembling lips.

"Cheng...wait for me..." The voice choked in his throat.

Looking at him, Zhao Xicheng once again felt that he saw his own reflection: "I've been waiting for you. Let's go, it's too late if you don't go." Turned around and took two steps.

Bai Ningxia followed his footsteps and walked beside him, smiling through tears.

This was the first time he felt that he, too, was an insider.

***

Walking on the sidewalk after the heavy rain, the street lamps on the road dimmed a faint yellow light on the ground bit by bit, Han Wuyu stood under the street lamp, treading water with his leather shoes, breathing freezing white smoke, with his hands in his coat In the coat, waited for Zhang Pinwei who was on the side to end the call, and walked to the restaurant where they had dinner together.There was no fever flush on his face, but a tired whiteness. His mind was a little confused, but he knew what he had done today, as if he made the uncle forget about himself.

He felt that this was good for both of them, and the communication that was not taken seriously in the first place would only be silent if he mentioned it again.He couldn't even understand why the uncle told himself that he had changed, and the change would not be because of himself, and the current self would not change because of his change.

"Okay. Huh...producer of photography! I want to touch the camera!" Zhang Pinwei shouted.

Han Wuyu smiled, and heard Zhang Pinwei say that as a producer, there are only meetings and reviews left, and the chance of getting a camera for the location is not high, which is a pity.

"The location is the same as going out to play." After taking two steps, he said softly, "Let's go out together, shouldn't that be enough?"

Zhang Pinwei looked at him sideways and raised his eyebrows: "Third Master, you really took the initiative."

Han Wuyu let out an exclamation, blushing pink on Bai Nen's face: "No...that's not what it means."

He doesn't know about dating, and he has thought a lot about it, holding hands together, going out together, playing with cameras, reading books and watching movies together, occasionally doing nothing but chatting without a word in the hut, and sharing life and love together. family.

"I mean... you want to... play with the camera, play with photography, I'll accompany you."

Zhang Pinwei nodded with a smile.

"I don't know how to communicate...but..."

Zhang Pinwei looked sideways at him, seeing him stop, he stopped too, hearing him say that he didn't know how to communicate, his heart ached.

"I think dating should be about sharing each other's lives, including traveling..." Han Wuyu said in a softer voice.

Zhang Pinwei looked up to the sky, then turned his head, and looked at him squarely: "You said that your family is called a master?"

Han Wuyu froze for a moment, then nodded.

"The wife next to you is called Mrs., what about the man? The only man, is it okay to call him Ye?"

Han Wuyu blushed and nodded: "Yes."

Zhang Pinwei thought for a while and said, "Our family in the countryside calls them old men."

Han Wuyu laughed out loud.

Zhang Pinwei took his hand and put it in his coat pocket: "The woman next to the old man can only be called a beauty, otherwise there will be no pocket money and no food to eat." He glanced at Han Wuyu, saw him smile, and said: " The man next to me? I haven’t met him before, but I’ve thought about it. If I have company in the future, I want to call him old man and let him call me too.”

Han Wuyu interjected and called out, "Old man?"

Zhang Pinwei nodded and smiled shyly: "But I want to hear you call Master Zhang."

"what?"

"It's okay, you can call at other times."

Han Wuyu's ears turned red: "Say...what to say...what other time!"

Zhang Pinwei raised his eyebrows, unseriously: "Third Master, what time do you think?"

"Where is the time..."

Zhang Pinwei laughed, but he walked slowly to match his footsteps: "Anytime."

He raised his clasped hands, kissed secretly, and his smile widened the corners of his mouth.

Han Wuyu realized that she was amused again, the back of her hand was kissed, and she was so happy that she couldn't control herself. She felt like a woman, enjoying romance, and being coaxed into blooming flowers by men.

"Don't treat me like a woman." Not out of anger, but shy and blushing and wanted to withdraw her hand.

Zhang Pinwei was still holding it, and took another long-legged step, touching his chin: "You can treat me like a woman."

Han Wuyu looked at him, seeing the playfulness and naughtiness in the corners of his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Zhang Pinwei let go of his hand, and then opened his hand to him again.

"Really. Instead of coaxing me, holding hands in the street, kissing intimately, suddenly kissing on the side of the head, and hugging domineeringly." He smiled and looked at Han Wuyu: "I have thought a lot about the relationship between the two of you and what you want to do. , but before I had time to think about it, I did it." She raised her eyebrows again and asked him to hold her hand quickly.

Han Wu paused, stretched out his hand and slid his fingers into the crevices of his fingers, one finger overlapped with another, and the fingertips and palms conveyed a warm flow of heat.

"Master Zhang has a girlish heart." Added a sentence.

He heard Zhang Pinwei call himself an old man, and then laughed.

It turned out that he wasn't the only one who thought a lot about the word "communication".Because communication is not a matter of one person, but the echo of two people.

Zhang Pinwei seemed to think of something: "Third Master, it's weird to say this suddenly, but what I want to say is." Turning to look at him: "I never hoped that you were a woman, let alone treat you as a woman."

Han Wuyu was taken aback for a moment, then hummed.

It was his own conflict, maybe after the two had an intimate relationship, maybe when he fell asleep on his arm for the first time not long ago, or maybe it was a long, long time ago when the man said that the woman was his After making a choice, I began to struggle, a feeling of envy and jealousy, looking at creatures like women.

"I……"

Zhang Pinwei looked at him: "Huh?"

Han Wuyu curled the corners of his mouth, imitating Zhang Pinwei's tone: "I really regarded you as a woman just now."

He was held in his arms, and bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time.

The two of them bent into an unusual small shop, Xiaoping and Yin Ruijun had already ordered a table, and Bai Ningxia sat at the opposite table and waved to them.

After Zhang Pinwei asked Han Wuyu to sit down, he said that he would go to the bathroom first, bypass the guest table, and meet Zhao Xicheng at the door. He saw him turning a square box in one hand and holding the phone in the other. He seemed to be chatting with Fuli Wang about business. Just went out to wash my hands.

"The assistant manager really loves you."

Zhao Xicheng shook his head: "I just feel that I have fallen into his trick."

He put away the phone, and the cigarette case that was turning in his hand slipped into his palm, and turned again.

Zhang Pinwei glanced at it.

cigarette case.

Not many people use cigarette cases these days, but it is a trend. Zhao Xicheng never leaves this cigarette case, and he doesn't care about this old-fashioned behavior for a long time.

"Brand-name goods? It's worth it."

Zhao Xicheng twirled the cigarette case: "It's also a famous brand." Looking at Zhang Pinwei in the mirror, he said, "The Han family."

Zhang Pinwei raised his eyes and looked at him from the mirror.

Zhao Xicheng opened his lips again: "It's their own brand in Korean. Don't you know?"

He didn't know why he said such ambiguous words.

Zhang Pinwei straightened his body and looked directly at him from the mirror.He knew that Zhao Xicheng was a senior student of Hanwu language, but that's all.

"Cigarette case. He gave it to you?"

Zhao Xicheng looked at him: "Yes."

After looking up at the ceiling, Zhang Pinwei turned around and punched him in the face, and Zhao Xicheng slammed into the bathroom door sideways.He passed him, walked to the dining table, took Han Wuyu's hand, and pulled him out of the dining room.