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Wang Ping's voice was full of magnetism because of drinking alcohol, Ji Zou turned on the voice, and after listening to it once, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"Then come here." Ji Zuo also said, "I'll open the door, I'm taking a shower, just come in by yourself."

Ji Zuo is not a sage or saint, he can't sit still when the person he likes sleeps beside him - but he doesn't want to mess with Wang Ping casually either.

Ji Zuo doesn't know what the ideal state of love is, but in short, he wants to give Wang Ping the best experience.

"Okay!" Wang Ping jumped up when he received Ji Zou's voice, "I'll be right over!"

The next moment, Wang Ping picked up the bedding from Bai Yi'an's room, wrapped it in his arms, opened the door and rushed out.

"Bo Yi'an, I'm using your quilt. You go and squeeze with the captain at night!"

The last thing Turnon heard from Wang Ping was such a melodious and echoing exhortation.

Turnon and the drunks who were frying golden flowers were stunned and looked at each other.

"What's the situation?" Bi Fang asked, "Did we ignore some other important plots tonight?"

"I feel..." Zhou Qixuan nodded, "It's very possible that our brothers are in love."

"...Two??? Two out of the regiment at a time???" Bai Yi'an couldn't bear such a huge blow, "No...impossible."

possible.

Wang Ping, who was being talked about, rushed into Ji Zou's room quickly, threw the quilt on the bed, took off his shoes and got into the side where Ji Zou had just pulled off the quilt to sleep on.

The actor has a good sleeping habit, even though he has already slept, the wrinkles are neat.

Wang Ping put his head on Ji Zou's pillow, and the calm woody fragrance of Ji Zou's body remained in the pillow and quilt, making him feel at ease and calm, suitable for sleeping.

Wang Ping wrapped himself up in the quilt, rubbed against the pillow like a kitten, and closed his eyes contentedly.

In a few minutes, he fell asleep.

Ji Zuo heard Wang Ping coming in, but he was... and couldn't come out.

Ji Zuo picked up the speed, but he always took a long time, and when he came out, Wang Ping had already fallen asleep and couldn't sleep any longer.

Seeing Wang Pinglai sleeping soundly in his bed, Ji Zuo stopped, shook his head, and laughed dumbly.

"You." Ji Zou sat next to Wang Ping and pinched the tip of his nose, "You can't give me a chance - if you talk about sleeping, you really sleep. Is it that simple?!"

·

Wang Ping slept comfortably and peacefully in Ji Zou's bed. When he woke up the next morning, he found that his hands and feet were well-behaved, and he didn't touch Ji Zou, so he felt even better.

After tidying up a bit, I didn't dare to delay, and went directly to Pudong Airport, preparing to fly home for the New Year.

Tang Jialin met them at Pudong Airport and helped bring their luggage.

Both bought Air China flights. As the Chinese New Year approached, Ji Zuo also upgraded Tang Jialin to first class, allowing him to go home comfortably.

Even so, when the three of them walked into the lounge, Tang Jialin hid in the corner with a wink, so as not to disturb the boss' last two-person world years ago.

Wang Ping didn't notice that Tang Jialin was gone.

This person had a crazy day at Disney yesterday and didn't eat anything, and today he didn't eat breakfast. There was only food in his eyes.

After sweeping a plate of cakes and serving them, I ordered another freshly made pasta, happily chose a hidden place to sit down, lit the knife and fork, and started to eat.

Ji Zuo looked at Wang Ping's movements in one go with gentle eyes, his lips curled slightly, and the next moment, a festive red flashed into his eyes, and the eyes gradually turned cold again.

Ji Zou looked at a golden blessing character next to him, and then swept across the entire lounge——

The Air China lounge was originally dominated by red tones. Before the Chinese New Year, a lot of firecrackers and lanterns were added to decorate it. It looks very festive and joyful.

Be beaming in the eyes of others.

Ji walked to the long table full of buffet meals, picked up the cup, and took a cup of hot coffee.

The Spring Festival is usually the most difficult time for Ji Zuo, and this year he has to be separated from Brother Wang Ping, which is simply worse.

Ji Zuo doesn't have any appetite, he just wants to drink a cup of black coffee to relieve the depression in his heart.

Ji thought as he walked, then walked towards Wang Ping with the cup in his hand.

Ji Zuo sat down with a cup of coffee, and the unsteady coffee cup made a circle of ripples, reflecting a rectangular object that was lifted towards Ji Zuo.

It is a fluffy and soft cream cake.

Appeared in front of Ji Zou.

"Cake." Wang Ping shook his fork, poking his head out from behind the cake, "Coffee doesn't go with cake, how bitter it is."

Ji Zou: "..."

Is the coffee bitter?Ji Zuo doesn't think so; compared to many things in this world, coffee is already considered sweet.

But when Wang Ping said this, he really felt that the cup of coffee in his hand was unbearably bitter, and he didn't understand why he had to drink such a cup.

"Why are you standing still, try it." Wang Ping insisted on holding it in front of Ji Zuo.

"Okay, I'll try."

As Ji Zou said, he opened his mouth, took a bite of the cake, and under Wang Ping's earnest gaze, picked up the cup and took a sip.

Just as Wang Ping said, the sweetness of the cake neutralized the sourness and bitterness of the coffee, making the bitter taste of black coffee soft in an instant.

After Ji Zuo finished his coffee, he took another bite of the cake on Wang Ping's fork, and it melted in his mouth almost without chewing.

"How is it?" Wang Ping immediately asked.

"The cake doesn't seem too sweet."

"That's coffee too bitter..."

"It doesn't seem as sweet as you."

Wang Ping: "..."

Ji Zuo picked up the coffee cup and watched Wang Ping's blush from the chin to the top, and finally to the whole face.

The boiling kettle will emit smoke and heat again and again.

Everyone in Wang Ping is going crazy—under normal social etiquette, how should you reply when someone says you are sweeter than cake? ? ?

Before Wang Ping could figure out how to respond to this sentence, a beautiful ground crew had already walked up to the two of them.

The ground staff smiled at Ji Zou: "Mr. Ji Zou, your flight has arrived, let me take you on board."

"Is the plane here?" Wang Ping immediately forgot what he said just now, grabbed the bag at hand, "I'll see you off."

"Don't give it away." Ji Zuo stood up and pointed outside, "There are quite a lot of people, and it will affect others later."

Ji's reason for leaving was aboveboard, but the most important reason was - if Wang Ping gave it away, he might be even more reluctant to leave.

Still holding his small bag in his hand, Wang Ping glanced at the young girl waiting outside. He really didn't want to cause trouble to other passengers, so he nodded obediently: "Okay."

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zou put on his scarf, showed a smile, and stretched his arms to Wang Ping, "Can I have a parting hug?"

There's nothing wrong with asking if it's possible.

Wang Ping stood up directly and hugged Ji Zuo tightly.

"Ji Zou, Happy New Year!" Wang Ping lay on Ji Zou's neck, "I'll call you on the night of New Year's Eve and arrange a time for me."

"Hmm." Ji Zuo sniffed the fragrance of shampoo in Wang Ping's hair, closed his eyes tightly, and after a long time, he let go of Wang Ping and said with a smile, "Brother Wang Ping, I wish you a happy new year too."

This is enough.

A hug, a happy new year, a promise.

It was enough to support Ji Gou to live another cold Spring Festival without anyone to accompany him.

Ji took a step back, grabbed his suitcase, and followed the ground staff out.

Wang Ping watched Ji go, saw him go out, and ran to the window of the lounge, and did not return to the dining table until he couldn't see the actor's back.

The spaghetti Wang Ping ordered just arrived, he took two bites, raised his head boredly, glanced at the flight information above his head, and suddenly frowned.

The next moment, Wang Ping was holding spaghetti and sitting in front of Tang Jialin, who was king of pesticides in the corner.

"Hey, Xiao Tang." Wang Ping asked, "Your boss is from the Northeast? Why can't you hear the accent?"

"Ah?" Tang Jialin was in a state of madness when the pesticide was interrupted. When he saw Wang Ping, he quickly calmed down and thought about it seriously, "Boss... the boss is not from the Northeast, right?"

"Then why did he go back to the northeast by plane?"

Just now, Wang Ping glanced at the flight information by chance. The only Air China flight currently checked in is a plane bound for Northeast China.

"Going back to the Northeast?" Ji Zou's ticket does not belong to Tang Jialin, and Tang Jialin is also at a loss, "Hey, yes, why did he go back to the Northeast?"

"...What kind of assistant are you? I don't even know." Wang Ping said, "Do you know where your boss came back last year?"

Tang Jialin glanced at King Pesticide, and saw Zhuge Liang who had been killed and returned to the resurrection point a long time ago. He wanted to cry but couldn't concentrate on Wang Ping's problem. He talked and thought instead of talking.

"Last year... last year, during the Chinese New Year, I remember that he wrapped a big red envelope for everyone in our studio, and also prepared gifts. Let us go back together to spend time with our families, and we are not allowed to think about work."

Wang Ping had no temper with Tang Jialin, so he could only ask, "Well, then, where is he?"

"It seems...in Beijing?" Tang Jialin glanced at the pesticide again, "But he doesn't seem to be from Beijing either, he is just preparing for the art test—it's over, I don't know anymore."

Wang Ping: "..."

"I'm sorry, Brother Wang Ping. The boss doesn't talk about his personal affairs. How about I ask Brother Tong Le for you?"

It wouldn't make a fuss with Tong Le, but Wang Ping really felt that it was very strange. He hadn't decided whether to ask Ji to go to his agent for help, when he saw Tang Jialin standing up suddenly.

"Brother Wang Ping." Tang Jialin was very embarrassed, "My flight has arrived..."

"Then you go." Wang Ping waved his hand a little irritably.

Tang Jialin was about to leave when Wang Ping grabbed the box.

Wang Ping: "Hey wait! Why didn't your flight arrive and mine didn't arrive - didn't you go back to Sichuan?"

"Why am I going back to Sichuan?" Tang Jialin was puzzled, "I'm from Wuhan—here, here's the ticket."

Wang Ping looked down at the ticket handed to him. It clearly stated the destination, Wuhan.

Wang Ping was even more confused now.

"...During the Mala Xiangguo..." Wang Ping recalled, "Ji Zuo said that you are from Sichuan, so you can make authentic Mala Xiangguo."

"Did you remember wrongly? That is the prescription given to me by the boss. He is from Sichuan." Tang Jialin suddenly realized when he said this, "Oh yes, yes, the boss is from Sichuan! Look at my heart!"

Ji Zuo is from Sichuan...?

Then they have been filming in Sichuan for so long, why have they never heard of Ji Zuo?

If his family is in Sichuan, why did he go back to the Northeast at this time...?

Wang Ping's hand holding Tang Jialin's suitcase gradually dropped and fell into the air; he didn't hear Tang Jialin's farewell.

Wang Ping was stunned for a while, subconsciously raised his hand to pick up the fork, and rolled the noodles on the plate.

"Brother Wang Ping, I also wish you a happy new year."

Just as Wang Ping was about to roll the noodles into his mouth, Ji Zuo's words suddenly flashed into his head—maybe Wang Ping thought too much, and now he recalled Ji Zuo's expression at that time.

I don't know why, it's exactly the same as... when he saw Ji Zuo at the bus station that day.

Wang Ping threw away the fork in annoyance, unable to eat anymore.

·

"We provide Chinese and Western meals, which one would you like to eat?"

After the plane took off, the flight attendant came over with the menu and served the first-class passengers with meals.

The flight attendant just spread the menu in front of Ji Zou, but Ji Zou didn't even look at it, so he folded the list and handed it back to the flight attendant.

"I want a cup of coffee without milk and sugar, thank you." Ji Zuo said politely.

"Ah..." the flight attendant confirmed, "Don't you need something to eat?"

"I ate cake down there."

Holding the menu, the flight attendant looked at the customer in front of him who had had cold eyebrows at the beginning. When he mentioned that he had eaten the cake, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly widened and he smiled.

The flight attendant's heart skipped a beat.

so handsome...

"Then it seems that our airline's cake is delicious." The flight attendant was confused and responded casually, "Then, I'll go and bring you coffee."

After saying this, the flight attendant walked away quickly, and after a while, Ji Zou brought him the coffee he needed.

Ji Zuo picked up the coffee, sniffed the bitter taste, took a sip, and put the coffee down again; he looked at the clouds outside the porthole, his expression indifferent, without any expression.

·

Like Ji Zuo, Wang Ping didn't eat anything during the entire voyage.

The main reason is that I was too full to eat in the lounge just now, and there is really no room for anything else.

The flight from Shanghai to Chengdu was not long, and the plane landed after Wang Ping slept.

Wang Ping was reminded by the flight attendant to wake up and get off the plane. There was no assistant to follow him this trip. Wang Ping took the suitcase and went out by himself. Just after he got out of the customs, he saw a tall and handsome man hugging a beauty who was [-]% similar to Wang Ping. is waving at him.

"mom!"

Pushing the suitcase, Wang Ping ran over in small steps; when he reached the woman, he let go of the handle of the suitcase and hugged her tightly.

"Long time no see!" Wang Ping said.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The woman hadn't seen Wang Ping for a long time, and she couldn't help being excited when she was hugged by him. She hugged him and stroked his soft hair, then let him go and looked her son up and down.

It looks fine.

I'm in good spirits, but I feel a little fat-it doesn't look like I was tortured by the crew.

"Handsome." Wang Ping's mother smiled, "I gained a little weight, have you not been sick recently?"

"Hmm...it seems to have given birth." Wang Ping was sick and was sent to the hospital for gossip news. He couldn't just say nonsense, but he could only say, "But it's okay if someone takes care of it."

"That's okay." Wang Ping's father didn't care about these details, he pulled Wang Ping and hugged him, "Son, have you been happy these few months?"

"It must be fun." Wang Ping smiled, "What about your pilgrimage?"

When broken down, Wang Ping's parents are extremely unreliable types.

Although the two friends have a lot of money, they don't work all day long. They travel from home to abroad. They don't have any requirements for Wang Ping. The only requirement is to be happy.

"Our pilgrimage is a long story." Wang Ping's father dragged his luggage there, "Stop talking here, talk in the car."

Just as Wang Ping's father took a step, he suddenly felt a resistance from his hands. Looking back, Wang Ping held the suitcase and refused to let him go.

"Hey, wait." Wang Ping laughed, "I'm a little hungry, how about I treat you to a meal at the airport first?"

Wang Ping's mother opened her mouth, looked up at Wang Ping's father, seemed to think of something, nodded, and went to hold Wang Ping's hand.

"Okay." Wang Ping's mother said, "What does my son want to eat?"

There are many delicious restaurants in Shuangliu Airport. The three finally chose a restaurant called Kuanmen, ordered a table of stir-fried vegetables, and put a bunch of Liaoji Bangbang Chicken and Chengdu snacks packed from next door.

A large table was filled to the brim, which was a bit like a New Year's Eve dinner.

Wang Ping called for beer, and after everyone ate a round of dishes, Wang Ping held up his own beer to respect his parents.

"Dad, Mom." Wang Ping toasted, "Happy New Year to you both."

The two quickly put down their chopsticks and touched Wang Ping.

Wang Ping drank the beer in his hand, put the can on the table, thought for a while, and seemed to have finally made up his mind, and said, "Let me tell you something, I will...not go home for the New Year this year."

"I guessed it." Wang Ping's father was very calm, "Just now when you said dinner, I thought you meant it—what, is it about work?"

"That's not it."

Wang Ping didn't know how to explain it to his parents—he didn't even know how to explain it to himself—he felt that his brother's expression was wrong, and I wanted to chase thousands of miles to the northeast to have a look.

If you taste it carefully, this explanation is weird or not.

Wang Ping caught the couple's lungs with chopsticks, and prevaricated: "Damn, are you only allowed to cuckoo me during the Spring Festival, and I am not allowed to let you pigeons once?"

Wang Ping's mother understood clearly, raised her eyes, and looked at Wang Ping's father very gossip; Wang Ping's father blinked and signaled with his eyes——

"We may have a daughter-in-law."

"Yes, yes." Wang Ping's mother smiled and put a chopsticks of red oil ear shreds into Wang Ping's bowl, "Then hurry up and finish your meal and go to buy your ticket. It's almost the Spring Festival, where are the best tickets to buy?"

Wang Ping: "..."

Wang Ping really didn't think of this.

He usually has an assistant to arrange the air tickets all by himself, so it is not easy to buy a ticket for the Spring Festival.

Wang Ping was anxious, and subconsciously wanted to take out his mobile phone to swipe the ticket.

When Wang Ping just reached out to wipe the seam of his trousers, he slowly put down his hand, then lifted it up, and put it on the table.

After all, this is a New Year's Eve dinner, and it's a big deal, so we have to finish eating.

But the airfare...

Wang Ping's fidgeting movements were seen by his parents.

This time, Wang Ping's father patted his mother's leg under the table, winking and expressing his desire to gossip with his expression.

Wang Ping's mother smiled and patted his father's leg, took out a napkin, wiped her mouth, and said gracefully: "Forget it, son, I see you are in a hurry, hurry up and buy a plane ticket."

"But the New Year's Eve dinner..."

"When did our family start to behave properly?" Wang Ping's father was surprised, and pushed the suitcase to his hand, "Okay, let's go."

His parents said so, and Wang Ping followed suit; he dragged the suitcase, stood up, trotted out of the store, and quickly ran towards the ticket counter.

The ticket counter was far away from the hotel, Wang Ping ran a little fast, and he was stuffy behind the mask and was out of breath.

Wang Ping put one hand on the ticket counter and took out his wallet: "Brother, a ticket to Heilongjiang today."

"Heilongjiang..." The younger brother operated on the computer and frowned, "Oh, there are none left."

Wang Ping's fingers holding the wallet were slightly stiff, and he slowly raised his head to look at the little brother who was operating.

"Everyone wants to rush home during the Chinese New Year. Air tickets are in short supply." The little brother checked again, "There are a few left tomorrow, do you want them?"

"Yes!" Wang Ping immediately said, "Give me the earliest one!"

"The earliest departure is at 05:30..."

"It's ok."

The little brother nodded, and reached out to ask for Wang Ping's ID card and credit card. After a few operations on the computer, he bought the ticket for him.

Wang Ping borrowed the ID handed over by his younger brother, put away his wallet, and dragged the suitcase to the corner of the ticket window.

"Excuse me, is it possible that someone will refund the ticket, and the flight tonight is empty." Wang Ping asked.

"Theoretically, it's possible, but...do you want to wait here?" Although the heating was turned on at the airport, it was still a bit cold right opposite the door.

What's more, what's the urgent need to fly tonight?

"Then if there is a refund, will your side refresh it first?" Wang Ping asked.

"That's right." The little brother replied immediately.

"Then I'll wait for a refresh. If someone refunds the ticket, please hang it up for me immediately."

Wang Ping and his younger brother agreed that instead of standing in front of the ticket window and getting in the way, he would sit on his suitcase in the corner, with his back to the passing crowd.

Wang Ping lowered his head, opened the ticketing software, and kept refreshing.

But no matter how he refreshes, all the flights to Heilongjiang today are still gray.

At the beginning, there were people coming and going at the airport, and occasionally people could hear people passing by Wang Ping, or watching his back image, and talking behind his back.

However, as the sky got darker and the time went late into the night, the crowds became less and less.

In the end, in the empty boarding hall, only Wang Ping, who was sitting on the suitcase and swiping his mobile phone, and his younger brother who had been working all day today were left.

The little brother was so bored that he secretly looked at Wang Ping.

He already knew it more than an hour ago. This handsome guy who has been sitting for almost a day is the legendary top traffic.

The legendary top trafficker wrapped his clothes tightly, and his fingers were a little red-every time the automatic gate at the boarding entrance opened, he would shrink back a little.

It must be cold.

The little brother asked him to go to dinner tonight. Although he repeatedly promised that he would keep the ticket, the top guy stubbornly didn't go anywhere, as if a root had grown on his foot and was permanently tied in place.

"That, sir." The little brother glanced at the clock, "Maybe the last flight will be there soon, I guess there is no hope for tonight."

"It's okay, I'll just wait." Wang Ping smiled at his younger brother, "It's really not, I'll just go to a hotel and fly tomorrow morning."

Bro:"……"

Okay, I can't persuade you, that's all I can do.

The little brother turned his head and refreshed the internal ticketing system in a bored manner. The next moment, the little brother opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Yes, yes!!!" The little brother quickly locked the ticket, and rushed to Wang Ping's side excitedly. "Someone refunded the ticket on the next flight!!"

"Really!!!" Wang Ping also stood up from the suitcase immediately, and stuffed the documents he had prepared long ago to the little brother, "I'm sorry for your inconvenience!"

"But..." The little brother was just about to buy the ticket, and the moment he put his ID card on the machine, he paused, "That... is the economy class, are you a star?"

It's weird to fly economy class with top traffic.

"Yes." Wang Ping laughed, "Economy class is just right for celebrities who are not popular."

·

When Wang Pingping was at the airport, Ji Zuo was on the road.

The flight that Ji Zuo bought was not a direct flight, but a flight was transferred in the middle, and it took two hours to wait.

Winter nights in Northeast China are long, and when Ji Zuo arrived at the airport, it was already dark.

It was a night without moon or stars.

The sky was gloomy, as if a snow was brewing, and there was hardly any light on the road without the lights on.

When the Spring Festival came, almost all the people in the base had evacuated home. The entire film and television base was deserted. Walking on the road, there was only the sound of stepping on the snow, and there was no sound related to people.

On the thick snow, there is only a rut made by a wheel, and Ji Zuo's footprints.

Ji Zuo walked in slowly, walked to the place where he and Wang Ping made a snowman last time, let go of the suitcase, built a little snowman, and finally hung up his own scarf for the little snowman, and then continued on. .

Ji Zuo walked very slowly.

The wheels and suitcases covered the snow on the ground and turned white.

The street lights were flickering because of unstable voltage.

Ji Zuo walked straight, dazedly and squarely on this long road.

Ever since Ji Zuo started making movies, he has never spent Chinese New Year in Sichuan—after all, except for Wang Ping, the place is completely deserted, and he doesn't have any good memories.

Ji walked and thought while walking, and not long after, he walked into the dormitory building.

The front desk of the dormitory building stood under a blessing character, looked up, saw Ji Zuo, and smiled at him: "Mr. Ji is back? Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year." Ji Zuo answered briefly, without stopping, and went straight to the elevator; he dragged his suitcase, walked into the elevator, and went all the way up.

A few minutes later, Ji walked out in front of his room door. Before he opened his room door, he turned his head and glanced at Wang Ping's room, which was locked tightly.

He doesn't like Sichuan, so he might as well go back to the Northeast.

After all, Brother Wang Ping's room is just across the street, so you can pretend that he's here - but he didn't open the door.

There was a beeping sound of unlocking the room, Ji walked into the dark room, threw the suitcase into the corner, walked slowly to the bed, and turned it upside down.

Ji walked into the soft quilt, lay on his stomach, and didn't move - he only ate two bites of the cake Wang Ping gave him that day, but he wasn't very hungry.

On the contrary, I was a little tired after traveling for a long time.

Ji Zuo closed his clothes, didn't bother to cover him with the quilt, closed his eyes lightly, and decided to make do with it and take a rest.

Ji Zuo didn't know whether he fell asleep or not. He felt that many things flashed in his dream, but they were all fleeting and he couldn't catch them at all.

This kind of dream is very tiring, but Ji Zuo can't wake up again, his brows are tightly knit on the bed, and a little cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

"Boom boom boom——"

Ji Zuo didn't wake up at first, but the thump thump became louder and louder.

The rough knock on the door seemed determined to break open Ji Zuo's grotesque dreams.

It seems that some unreasonable person insists on reaching out a hand from reality, and must pull Ji Zuo out of his dream.

Ji Zou opened his eyes abruptly.

Ji Zuo sat up from the bed, his heart was beating like a drum, and his headache was about to split.

"Who……"

No one answered Ji Zou's hoarse voice.

Ji Zuo could only walk to the door in the dark, and tore open the door.

The next moment, the lights of the corridor rolled into the dark door overwhelmingly. Standing in the light outside, Wang Ping, smelling of fresh snow, rushed in towards Ji Zuo.

Wang Ping raised a large bag of messy red items in his hand, and shook it as he walked towards Ji.

"Ji go! I'm back!" Wang Ping said, "Let's celebrate the New Year together!"

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