My language is the anchor

In the small room full of books, Han Wuyu leaned on the pillow and sat cross-legged among the books. He inadvertently touched the dust on the books, only to realize that Zhang Pinwei hadn't returned to his own small room for a long time.The atmosphere between the two who had just calmed down was still a bit awkward. It wouldn't be such an exaggeration to reunite after a broken mirror, and it wouldn't be considered as good as before. Before that, each had their own positions and moods that needed to be sorted out.

During Zhang Pinwei's word for word, his mind gradually cleared up. After calming down, he only felt when he was lucky, and even thought angrily that Zhang Pinwei was awake this time, and finally let him eat...

jealous.

He glanced at Zhang Pinwei who was making tea in the kitchen, looked away, and clasped his hands.

What the uncle just said was too ambiguous. If he really said that he didn't understand anything, it would be too hypocritical.He felt aggrieved at first, but he thought that he could not control the uncle's thoughts and emotions, and then he felt angry, but after the anger passed, he felt a sense of loneliness that he was not trusted.

Are you so unworthy of trust?

"I...I made your favorite black tea."

Han Wuyu didn't look at him, holding the teacup and lowering his head.

Zhang Pinwei stood for a while and then sat down. He held the teacup and spun it around: "Later...not...I mean I will wear my clothes tomorrow, no, huh..." he scrambled his hair: "I What I want to say is..."

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"no!"

"Then why..."

Zhang Pinwei looked away and lowered his head, but he couldn't say a word.

Han Wuyu put down his teacup and got up, he didn't intend to leave, but he didn't want to stay in the same place with Zhang Pinwei either.

Zhang Pinwei took his hand: "He has been single for six years."

Han Wuyu frowned and looked at him, not understanding what he said.

"We used to go to bars a lot, and of course we didn't mess around."

I understand the Korean language.

He was talking about him and Zhao Xicheng.

Listening to Zhang Pinwei's nervous speech, he couldn't express his words, so he sat back to the side.

Zhang Pinwei quickly shook his hand before saying: "I was drunk with him, he occasionally vomited all over my body, occasionally nestled in a corner and cried, occasionally... I mean occasionally..."

It would be a lie to say not surprised in Han Wu language, he coughed lightly to cover it up.That memory wasn't all scars, it was just that the wound was so deep that it made people think of those heart-thumping memories, and it became a kind of pain.

Zhang Pinwei squeezed him tightly: "Occasionally he will call your name."

Han Wuyu did not respond, took a sip from the teacup in one hand, and held the cup.

Zhang Pinwei looked at him: "He disappeared later! Later he fell in love with Ning Xia."

Han Wuyu still didn't respond, he closed his eyes and drank the red tea again.

Zhang Pinwei was a little anxious: "Damn it. I don't want to say anything." He half-covered his mouth and said, "I, I know that he never talks about you when he is sober. He often admits the wrong person on the road, and he drinks cappuccino. Sometimes I will deliberately ask for no sugar..."

He lowered his head, the hand he was holding trembled a little, not knowing whether he should continue holding it.

"He's my brother. I know how much he loves you and how much you've been hurt because of him."

Han Wuyu was taken aback, looking at the trembling hand.

"Third...Third Master, I..."

Han Wuyu looked at him.

Zhang Pinwei lowered his head, turned his head away and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fucking jealous of him like a lunatic, jealous of all the things that happened to you before." He let go of his clenched hands, and ran his hair.

There is only silence for the two of them, and after everything is confessed, there is only choice left.

Han Wuyu stood up, left, came back after a while, and sat back beside him again.

"I thought you were just jealous." Pushing the black tea in his hand to him.

Zhang Pinwei looked at him, his eyes were a little red.

"You underestimate your third master too much."

Zhang Pinwei closed his eyes: "I just underestimate myself."

Han Wuyu was stunned for a moment, looked at him covering his eyes, and chuckled lightly: "Mother blasted you."

Worried about me who is pestering others, worried about my brother and my own quality, in the relationship, because I care too much, I become vulnerable.

Zhang Pinwei's lips trembled, he wiped his tears unwillingly, and stretched out his arms to embrace him: "Do you remember what happened when you called me a bitch last time?"

"I have a little impression."

Zhang Pinwei hugged him tightly, as if he was going to rub him into his body, touched his neck with his palm, and kissed him with his head sideways.

"Choose me, right..." He pulled down his suit with one hand, the movement was a bit rough, but when he unbuttoned it, he took it lightly.

"Probably." Han Wuyu looked at him and reached out to touch his face.

Zhang Pinwei took his hand with one hand, pressed against him, lowered his head and licked his lips.

"Choose me." Affirmative sentence.

"Think about it..." They kissed each other anxiously, as if they could hear each other's heartbeat.

"I only choose you. Be fair." Biting his collarbone.

Han Wuyu chuckled: "You're a bit of a bitch... I... think about it again..." He leaned back to enjoy the kiss, stretched out his hand to untie Zhang Pinwei's trousers, and slipped his hand into his lower body.

Zhang Pinwei laughed but gasped because of his initiative, "You don't want to go to work tomorrow."

Han Wuyu bit his lip and teased him irregularly, seeing his almost out-of-control impulse made him excited.Without too many words, Zhang Pinwei slipped his hands into his underwear, following the rhythm of his hands, he also rubbed his.

In the entanglement of kisses, they were immersed in the pleasure of lust, which made the two of them act impatiently and rudely. When they turned over, they pushed down the books beside them. , I don't know who said that the other party is anxious, and I don't know who said who is a beast in heat. After a while, they dragged and rolled back to the small bed in the bedroom, and fought for a round.

Reconciliation is not, it should be said that it is the sweetness after the confession, let the two hug and kiss each other intimately when they are grooming, their bodies are entwined, and they gasp indistinguishably along the flowing water, moaning regularly, let It was early in the morning when Han Wuyu walked out of the bathroom again. He glanced at the living room, picked up the rag and tidied it up briefly. When he turned around, he kicked the pile of books aside, and the pile of books fell down with a clatter.

"Third Lord. Are you okay?" Probe from the kitchen.

"It's okay. I want to add eggs."

"it is good."

Han Wuyu sat on the floor and picked out a book. It was a novel called First Love Practice.

"Author Bai... Nobuka..."

Zhang Pinwei came out with the noodle bowl in his hand, and he let out an awkward cry.

"The Works of the Top [-] Writers."

If a grown man reads that kind of romance novel, even a couple who have already lived together will feel a little shy and embarrassed.

Han Wuyu smiled, and opened the signature page: "Are you still going to the autograph session?"

Zhang Pinwei couldn't argue with anything, and sat aside, looking shy.

"When I was buying books, I happened to have an autograph session." He coughed shyly.

Han Wuyu flipped through it and said with a smile, "Do you like his book?"

He opened the catalog, Chapter 1 fragrance, Chapter 2 first kiss, Chapter 3 flying...Chapter 12 meets, directly flips to the end, it is a happy ending.

Zhang Pinwei took out three other books: "Actually, I also bought his other works. But my favorite is this first love exercise."

He smiled and said that there is a saying in the first love practice that he thought it was practice, but he didn't expect it to be love. Later, he realized that it was love, and then he realized that practice is a kind of pain.

"He said at the book signing that he wrote a happy ending, but in fact he is still entangled. I don't know if it is true or not."

Han Wuyu took his teacup and took a sip: "Really."

"what?"

"it is true."

"You know him?"

"Yes, I... didn't expect you to like reading romance novels."

Zhang Pinwei was taken aback, his face blushed halfway: "I read all kinds of books. Don't you too?"

"I read everything. But the ones I hate the most are financial magazines."

Zhang Pinwei laughed lightly after hearing this: "You like to look at photo albums."

A playful smile appeared on the corner of Han Wuyu's mouth: "Yes. The one I saw halfway this morning was bought when I went to Cannes. I'm sorry, I didn't buy your photo album at that time."

Zhang Pinwei smiled, from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of Korean language is like myself.

"How do you know Bai Yeshen?"

Han Wuyu hesitated for a moment and said, "His surname is Han." He took his noodle bowl and took a bite.

I have read those books myself, and I know the protagonists in the stories myself, so it may not be solved by gossip, and it may also affect the stock market.

"Why do you feel that all good things have been taken up by your Han family?"

Han Wuyu choked: "What did you say..."

Zhang Pinwei ate two mouthfuls of noodles and said, "Will I be treated as a servant if I go to your house?"

Han Wu said with a puff: "No."

"Really? It feels like our identities are much different."

Han Wuyu took a deep breath and said, "At most it's a maidservant."

Zhang Pinwei was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, looking at the two noodle bowls on the table.

"Going to work tomorrow is another war."

Even if the gossip is suppressed by the financial news, it is unavoidable to be remembered as a sneak shot these days.

Han Wuyu touched his full belly: "For two people who are not related, this kind of gossip won't be hot."

"The third master is really domineering. It's okay if you don't feel like an anchor."

Han Wuyu leaned on the bookcase and said, "When you had an accident, I realized that there are still many things I haven't done with you."

Zhang Pinwei half-raised his head, put his hands on the low bookcase behind him, and looked at him.

In the seven months after the accident, I seldom heard Han Wu speak about my feelings, and it was often my own wayward temper, and today I even acted out such a show of jealousy.

Han Wuyu casually flipped through Bai Yeshen's novels, flipping through and said, "I thought about myself not being an anchor, and you not being a director of photography." Glancing at him, he said, "What can we do like this?"

"Have you figured it out?"

"not yet."

Zhang Pinwei chuckled lazily: "I think I will take you to Australia."

"With a video camera and a camera?"

"Yes, and then, the two spent all the money in Australia, and then tried to transfer a small amount of money back, and then..."

"Then I thought I'd start making films, maybe just your story."

"mine?"

"Very few people experience life and death twice."

Zhang Pinwei chuckled and got up to clean up the dishes.

But Han Wuyu took his hand: "You once said that when you are still thinking about many things, you do it on impulse."

"Um."

"Actually, I never understood that feeling."

"Um."

"But after your accident, to this day, I have always had the urge to leave the anchor station and shoot around with you, making a documentary that belongs to the two of us."

"Um."

"Are you too impulsive?"

Zhang Pinwei walked into the kitchen, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and probed: "Do you want to do it?"

Han Wuyu looked at him, the corners of his mouth became more and more curved.

"it is good."

He didn't know if such an impulse was considered brave, but sometimes he made up his mind by relying on that impulse.