Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

61.

A week later, Fang Zhixing formally signed a one-year artist contract with Luyuan Entertainment, and his manager was also Shang Jie.

Before the end of the new year, Shang Jie arranged several interviews with Fang Zhixing.He is very popular now, and many notebooks and endorsements have been handed in, but the good and the bad need to be screened. There are also many variety shows that look at the commercial value of Zhongfang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan, and want to invite them to record the show together, but the attitude of the two is outstanding on this point. Unanimous, they all expressed that they don't want to over-consume their feelings and keep some privacy for themselves, and Shang Jie didn't persuade them too much.

Lu Feng's documentary is in intensive post-production, and there are a total of ten episodes. It is expected to be broadcast in prime time on the main station on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Seven Ships became popular after sealing the show, and netizens moved their benches early to wait for the show to air.

After get off work at night, Zhong Siyuan leaned on the sofa to help Fang Zhixing read the script, while Fang Zhixing lay on his lap and stroked the cat.

The temperature in the house is high, Fang Zhixing always likes to wear big underpants since he got the tattoo, Zhong Siyuan couldn't stop it, and then he let him go.

Fang Zhixing rubbed Mozart's back and said, "I really like that idol drama. The hero is a domineering president, so it fits my image."

Zhong Siyuan threw the notebook in his hand onto the tea table, and snorted coldly: "Nutritious fast food drama."

Why is there still discrimination?

Fang Zhixing pouted: "Then take a look at the costume drama below. The hero is a romantic swordsman, and he is more attached to me."

Zhong Siyuan took out the last book, thought about it for a while, and said in denial: "The supporting role is too brilliant, it is easy to be suppressed."

"..." Fang Zhixing finally got annoyed after listening to this person complain all night, "You are so picky, I think any book will do!"

Wild Rose, who had been dangling in his sight, was finally quiet. Zhong Siyuan pushed away a stack of scripts and took out a wet towel to wipe his hands: "It doesn't work, let Shang Jie read it again."

Fang Zhixing felt that he had lost the right to speak, and if he continued to talk, he might have a fight, so he changed the subject quickly: "The Chinese New Year is half a month away, are you going back to the United States this year?"

Zhong Siyuan nodded, threw away the wet towel in his hand, the fingertips that had just been wiped had a delicate fragrance, he touched Fang Zhixing's cheek: "You go back with me."

Fang Zhixing lay down and gave him a white look: "Crazy!"

Zhong Siyuan knew what he was worried about: "My parents know my sexual orientation."

"That's not..." Fang Zhixing put down Mozart, turned over and put his arms around Zhong Siyuan's waist, "I'm afraid, I'm not ready yet."

Zhong Siyuan pondered: "Well...then you will have to be alone."

"It's okay, I have a lot of places to go." Fang Zhixing scratched his stomach, "I spend every New Year's Eve with Grandma Zhou, and then I go to Ji Chuan's house to stay, and then bring grandma over Stay in Haitang Garden for a few days."

Wandering around during the Chinese New Year, Zhong Siyuan was a bit reluctant.

Fang Zhixing stretched carelessly: "I haven't seen your parents for a year, so you don't have to worry about me, I'm busy during the Chinese New Year."

As he said that, he got up and asked as if remembering something: "Do you still remember how we got together?"

Zhong Siyuan grabbed Fang Zhixing's waist and carried him to his body.

He likes to hug each other so much, his chests are pressed together, and his breath is inseparable.

"remember."

Then Fang Zhixing saw a piece of the past in his eyes.

It was winter in South Korea a few years ago. As the New Year approached, everyone in the dormitory began to pack up and go home, and Fang Zhixing was no exception.

He hadn't returned to China for a year, and he was in a high mood, scurrying back and forth in the dormitory like a rabbit. He couldn't fit warm clothes, souvenirs, and Korean specialties in a suitcase.

Zhong Siyuan was on the plane half a day earlier than him, his luggage had already been packed, and he was sitting beside the bed listening to music quietly, as if he was not disturbed at all.

However, some people are naturally against him and never give him peace.

One of the earphones was taken off suddenly, and Fang Zhixing's face appeared in front of him: "Brother Yuan."

Zhong Siyuan looked at him expressionlessly.

Fang Zhixing said: "Lend me your little box, I have too many things."

Zhong Siyuan glanced at the ground: "It's in the cabinet, take it yourself."

"Thank you! You are my savior! Don't worry, I will protect it!"

Zhong Siyuan pursed his lips and said nothing, he looked at the time, it was time to go, so he began to change clothes.

Fang Zhixing asked, "When are you coming back?"

"Ten days."

"Then you are two days earlier than me." Fang Zhixing pointed to a potted flower on the window sill, "Help me water it."

Zhong Siyuan nodded, dressed neatly, lifted the box beside the bed, and then paused.

Fang Zhixing didn't tidy up anymore, and stood over the miscellaneous things on the ground. He seemed to have something to say, but he swallowed it awkwardly, so he left a pair of big almond-like eyes blinking at Zhong Siyuan .

Zhong Siyuan stood on the spot for a few seconds and said, "Then... I'm leaving?"

"Hmm..." Fang Zhixing picked at the corner of his clothes and congratulated in advance, "Happy New Year."

Zhong Siyuan said: "Bring so many things on the plane, be careful."

"I will, and you too."

Zhong Siyuan responded, dragged the trolley case and walked out the door.

"Brother Yuan!" Fang Zhixing called to him again, as if making up his mind, "You, you...I will miss you!"

The ice floe on Zhong Siyuan's face melted a little, and he had already started to miss him before he left the dormitory.

After Zhong Siyuan left, the dormitory didn’t seem to have changed much. It didn’t make much difference whether that person was there or not. Anyway, he wouldn’t make noise, let alone make noise. But Fang Zhixing felt that the dormitory was so quiet that he could hear a needle drop. kind.

He packed his luggage at a faster pace, and as soon as he returned home, he dragged his suitcase to the airport after lunch.

On the way, Fang Zhixing received a call from Yang Shuming.

He answered happily, thinking that his uncle called to ask him what time he was going to pick him up at the airport, but Yang Shuming said to him in a difficult way: "Qingqing, you haven't left yet? My aunt's company has arranged benefits for the New Year. Four places go to Malaysia for vacation, I signed up for my grandma, look..."

Fang Zhixing's jumping heart suddenly fell back into his chest. He clenched the phone tightly and was isolated from his relatives for countless times, but he did not give up fighting for himself: "Ah, when will you come back? I can stay at home for half a day. of the month."

Yang Shuming said: "Qingqing, what do you mean by uncle and grandma? Don't come back for the new year. Anyway, there is no one at home when you come back. Why are you deserted? You are in the company, and you can have teammates and colleagues together. It's lively, how about bringing grandma to visit you in South Korea when uncle is not busy in Xia Tian?"

But teammates also have to go home for the New Year.

Fang Zhixing understood what Yang Shuming meant. The point was not that they were going on vacation, nor how long they were going to go, but that they didn't need him, and they didn't need him to come back.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Zhixing's enthusiasm cooled down.

He asked the driver to turn around and take him back, thinking that fortunately the ticket company can reimburse him, otherwise the money would be wasted.

Returning to the dormitory in an hour, and two days before the Lunar New Year, the whole building was already sparsely populated. Fang Zhixing dragged two boxes, big and small, with long shadows dragging on the ground, looking alone.

He hung the clothes in the box back into the closet one by one, how excited he was when he tidied it up, and how tired he is now.

He didn't want to move after he got halfway through it, and sat back on the hard plank bed. He put away all the quilts and didn't bother to spread them.

After sleeping until it was completely dark, Fang Zhixing's whole body was in pain from the bed board.He kicked the suitcase next to his feet irritably, and through the moonlight he saw clearly that it was Zhong Siyuan's that he had kicked, and he squatted down in distress to find a paper to wipe.

I don't know where Zhong Siyuan flew to, they still have ten days to meet.

After a night of depression, Fang Zhixing regained his energy the next day.

There is nothing wrong with celebrating the New Year alone, you can roll around in the dormitory with him, and you can watch the Spring Festival Gala online.

Fang Zhixing comforted himself like this, and suddenly he became energetic. He put away the clothes, put the suitcase back, remade the bed, and then cleaned the dormitory.

Look, no one is so nice, and they can still do hygiene.

The dormitory was cleaned and looked brand new. In order to enhance the New Year atmosphere, he also bought two red lanterns and hung them at the door of the dormitory.

On New Year's Eve, South Korea was very cold and it snowed heavily.

Fang Zhixing rewarded himself with a rice cake hot pot. Facing the window, catkins were flying all over the sky outside, and he ate hot to watch the Spring Festival Gala in the room.

He danced to the song, laughed with the skit, and counted down with the host.

Only his room in the whole building was lit. Fang Zhi opened the window as he wished, and shouted against the foreign wind and snow: "Three, two, one! Happy New Year!!!"

After shouting, he laughed dryly twice, and his eyes were reddened with hopelessness.

The mobile phone on the table rang "Ding Dong", and a lot of congratulatory text messages came in, in Chinese and Korean, and Fang Zhixing finally felt warm.

Sliding to the top one, the three big characters Zhong Siyuan appeared on the screen, he clicked on it, there were no extra words, the simple "Happy New Year", the four words made Fang Zhixing's emotions that had been suppressed for a while surged again.

Fireworks started to go off outside the window, and large swathes of color bloomed on the dark sky.

Fang Zhixing tried to cover his ears and steal the bell, and used the ringing to cover up his heartbeat. He calculated the time, and it should be noon on Zhong Siyuan's side.

"Happy New Year, have you had lunch yet?"

The information quickly reached the other side of the ocean.

Zhong Siyuan was forced by his mother to change into a red sweater, and stayed in the room with a stinky expression on his face, sending a message to Fang Zhixing: "Not yet, soon."

Fang Zhixing: "Oh, do you eat turkey?"

"No, our family is not used to the taste of turkey."

"Ah, I still want to ask what it tastes like."

Zhong Siyuan felt regret through the screen. He held his phone for a while and ran to the kitchen to find his mother: "Mom, can you roast a turkey for me and bring it back to Korea?"

Zhong Siyuan's mother, Ms. Ye Lijun, was taken aback by her son's request: "You made a mistake and don't have a son? It's enough if you can't buy it in Korea? How do you bring it?"

"After roasting, vacuum bag it, it's not authentic in Korea."

Then he messaged back: "Come back and bring one for you to eat."

Fang Zhixing's eyes lit up, who was far away in South Korea: "Really! I'm not welcome!"

"It's okay." Zhong Siyuan returned to the room, "Is the Spring Festival Gala over?"

He rarely takes the initiative to find topics, and Fang Zhixing certainly will not miss the opportunity: "Hurry up, the countdown was just started, your message came on time."

Americans do not celebrate the Spring Festival, and Zhong Siyuan's festive atmosphere is not strong here, but his family attaches great importance to it, and they have a reunion every year.He also calculated the time by himself just now, and gave Fang Zhixing his best wishes.

"What did you have for dinner?"

It's a bit embarrassing to say, but Fang Zhixing told me honestly: "I didn't go home, I just ate rice cake hot pot in the dormitory."

Zhong Siyuan, who received the message, was stunned on the bed, and read the words Fang Zhixing sent upside down for 2 minutes. I can vividly remember the happy look of the man packing his luggage, and the ticket was bought early in the morning. How could he not go back?On New Year's Eve, the whole building was gone, so Fang Zhixing just stayed in the dormitory alone, eating hot pot and waiting for dawn?

Fang Zhixing waited there for a long time but could not hear back, thinking that Zhong Siyuan had gone to eat, he took the initiative to end the conversation with understanding: "Have you gone to eat? The first meal of the new year is full. I'm going to bed, good night."

After sending the text message, he took a few photos of the sparkling fireworks in the sky, uploaded them together on social media, and left a message saying: "Be happy in the new year!"

The practice room only opened on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and Fang Zhixing stayed in bed justifiably, eating three meals at a time, reading novels and watching movies.

In the evening, he finally couldn't bear the hunger, got out of bed, washed and went out to look for food.

The snow was still falling outside, a bit smaller than last night. Fang Zhixing did not open an umbrella, but wore a thick-knit sweater hat and gloves of the same color, and wrapped his down jacket tightly to eat barbecue and drink soju.

The shop that was still in business at this time was Fang Zhixing's savior. There were quite a lot of people in the barbecue shop, but they were all in twos and threes, and they went there with their families. Only Fang Zhixing was alone.

The boss probably felt sorry for him and gave him an extra plate of meat.

Fang Zhixing was a little embarrassed, and didn't want to see other people's sympathetic eyes. He felt uncomfortable after eating a meal, and left in less than half an hour before finishing his drink.

He walked back to the dormitory on the snow, and saw an old lady selling fireworks on the side of the road. The old man was breathing hot air under the eaves, and his nose was red from the cold.

Fang Zhi walked over, the old lady saw him, grabbed a handful of fireworks and held them in front of him: "Do you want to buy fireworks, young man?"

"Grandma," Fang Zhixing squatted down, "How much do you want to sell before going home today?"

The old lady smiled: "It will all be sold out."

Fang Zhixing nodded, and pointed to the stall proudly: "I want them all."

On such a cold day and such a good day, it would be nice if someone could go home.

Fang Zhixing walked back with a big bag of fireworks. The road was covered with deep snow and there were only a bunch of footprints.

Boring and uninteresting, he walked along the footprints that were one size bigger than him, and said to himself: "Who kind-hearted person will open the way for me, I wish you a safe life."

The footprints spread all the way to the downstairs of the dormitory. A lot of snow fell on Fang Zhixing's body. He shook on the spot and reacted slowly: "Is anyone back?"

Then he denied himself: "It's probably Uncle Security who came to patrol the building."

He took the elevator upstairs, and the mirror in the elevator reflected his slightly embarrassed image.

Her hair was half-wet, and her body was covered in glistening drops of water.His face was blue from the cold, the tip of his nose was red, and the rims of his eyes were also red.

He stepped out of the elevator in this manner, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor turned on, but there was a person standing at the door of the dormitory.

Where did Fang Zhixing think that there would be someone here, his heart raised his throat in fright, and the scream hit his throat. He took a deep breath, and before he could shout, the person at the door suddenly raised his head.

Zhong Siyuan travels all over the world, with a suitcase at his feet and no umbrella, his image is not much better than Fang Zhixing.

"Where did you go? I forgot my key."

"you……"

Fang Zhixing was completely taken aback. He rubbed his eyes stupidly, making sure that the person in front of him was not his hallucination: "Aren't you in America?"

Zhong Siyuan answered the question: "What did you buy?"

Fang Zhixing looked down at the bag in his hand, unconsciously being led astray: "Fireworks, and Dong'an chicken..."

The Dong'an chicken was packaged next door to the barbecue shop. He was not full, so he bought it for supper.

"You haven't said it yet, why did you come back early?"

Zhong Siyuan reached out to him for the key, and replied: "Turkey is not good, I want to eat Dong'an chicken."

Fang Zhixing was startled, and followed Zhong Siyuan into the dormitory.

Zhong Siyuan put down the suitcase and went to the bathroom to get a towel, and threw one to Fang Zhixing. The two of them just leaned on the sofa, facing the window, facing the warm wind, and wiped their hair silently.

Fang Zhixing suddenly felt a little unrealistic, and when he was wiping his hair, he gently tugged at himself, the root of the hair was connected to the scalp, he pulled himself sorely, and found that Zhong Siyuan had not disappeared.

He was in a trance for a moment, and another unrealistic thought popped up.

Did Zhong Siyuan come back for him?

The snowflakes outside the window were getting bigger and bigger, Fang Zhixing heated up the Dong'an chicken, turned on the computer to look for something to watch.

He asked, "Did you watch the Spring Festival Gala?"

Zhong Siyuan said: "No."

Fang Zhixing clicked on the replay of the Spring Festival Gala.

Dong'an chicken is steaming on the table, family reunion music is heard, and Zhong Siyuan sits opposite, this year seems to be lively all of a sudden.

Fang Zhixing's face was reddish, steamed by the heating, he served Zhong Siyuan a bowl of white rice, bit the meat and introduced to him which sketches were funny, which songs were good, there were so many new faces on the Spring Festival Gala who couldn't name them, and he fantasized about Times One day when it becomes popular, maybe I can also go to the Spring Festival Gala.

All the loneliness and loneliness were washed away by the sudden figure in the snowy night.

After dinner, Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan lay on the window sill to watch the snow. He suddenly remembered the footprints along the road when he came back just now, which turned out to be left by Zhong Siyuan.

He picked up the fireworks standing by the wall and invited, "Brother Yuan, let's go out and play."

The grandma's fireworks are very beautiful, the kind that sparkle when lit.

Fang Zhixing was running on the snow, circling his hands, Mars wrapped around his wrist, like wearing a luminous chain.

Street lamps, fireworks, snow light, all intertwined colors are reflected on Fang Zhixing's body. Zhong Siyuan watched from a distance, moved his wrist as if seduced, and drew a circle with the fireworks that Fang Zhixing forced into his hand.

Fang Zhixing bought too much and couldn't finish it for a while, he was tired from running, so he turned back, Zhong Siyuan said: "Go back."

Fang Zhixing nodded obediently, but threw a snowball into Zhong Siyuan's collar when he turned around.

He didn't know when he was holding it in his hand and was waiting to attack Zhong Siyuan. The latter accidentally got hit, his iceberg face collapsed completely, and he shook his clothes and let the snowball fall down.

The cold touch spread along the back of the spine to every nerve, perhaps from the moment he stepped on the plane, the future has been staged one after another unpredictability.

Zhong Siyuan immediately grabbed a handful of snow and fought back.

Fang Zhixing smiled triumphantly, ran around, was still laughing after being hit by a snowball, and even poured a handful of snow on Zhong Siyuan.

Later, I don't know who staggered, one fell and the other pulled, and they both fell on the snow.

The laughter seemed to stop at this moment.

Zhong Siyuan looked at Fang Zhixing, both of them were panting, their violently heaving chests bumped into each other through the heavy sweater and coat.

Fang Zhixing's eyes were bright, and Zhong Siyuan saw himself there.

"Is it cold?" he asked.

Fang Zhixing lay on the snow: "It's hot."

The hot air he exhaled while speaking was on Zhong Siyuan's face, and he couldn't help but focus on Fang Zhixing's ruddy lips.

Fang Zhixing went on to say, "It's about to burn."

Zhong Siyuan also felt that he was on fire, the fireworks not long ago exploded in his mind, and the splashing sparks ignited him.

He lowered his head amid such a terrible burning sensation, and kissed Fang Zhixing's lips.

The author has something to say:

The last five chapters, two chapters today, and three chapters tomorrow.

The second watch is at night.

感谢在2020-06-0716:05:57~2020-06-1310:55:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: see 3; Lecheng 2;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 25 bottles of Zhang Kuan; 12 bottles of Mizuki;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!