After wearing it back, I have no feeling for Lao Gong

Regarding personal questions, Minglian has been asked many times before.

With the start of his career, his right to speak in the entertainment circle is getting more and more important day by day. This circle is a big dye vat, and there are all kinds of people.

There are those who are hard-working and down-to-earth, and those who have their own backgrounds and enter the circle purely to play tickets. As soon as this kind of people come in, they will start the hook-up mode, and the wind will go smoothly.

There is also a group of people who are not good enough in all aspects of their own strengths, and their luck is not as good as others, so they can only rely on some heretical methods to get to the top.

Money. Sex transaction, no, it should be said to be name. Sex transaction.

In the past three years, Ming Lian has joined many film crews, and the number of times he was knocked on the door in the middle of the night is too numerous to count.

There were men and women who came to look for him, and some even came together.

Everyone knows that as long as they get on board with this famous screenwriter, they are directly booking a important role.

This alone has already attracted many people, not to mention that this famous screenwriter is too young, and he is also very good-looking.

Sleeping with him, I don't know who is taking advantage.

However, Ming Lian was not interested in paying attention to these people who came to his door and turned a corner to show his favor.

The success in his career gave Ming Lian a lot of stimulation. To use a more popular saying: he is on top.

"It's not in a hurry now, wait a few more years." Ming Lian and Gerald walked forward together, heading for the automatic ticket office.

"I really don't see that you are a career madman." Gerald sighed, "But I admire this kind of people very much. When people come to this world, they always leave some traces. I hope that someone will see it in a few decades. My photography would be like: ah, this is what the great Gerrard photographer did."

Minglian teased him, "You don't have to wait decades, some people will say that now."

The two took the tickets, but when they were about to enter the arena, they ran into an acquaintance.

He is Minglian's unilateral acquaintance.

Jiang Wenxuan was wearing casual attire, with a pair of white leather shoes on his feet, and a small square scarf on his chest, looking like a yuppie.

"What a coincidence." Jiang Wenxuan was obviously taken aback when he saw Minglian.

It's not fake.

Minglian narrowed his eyes slightly, and then smiled, "Uncle Jiang, what a coincidence, I didn't expect you to come to the musical as well."

The moment Jiang Wenxuan saw Minglian, he finally understood why Jiang Jiao got nervous and invited him to watch the musical.

What's so good about uncles and nephews being together?

Delay his time to go to the bar.

But out of some unknown guilt, Jiang Wenxuan finally agreed.

For the past three years, Jiang Jiao has been running around chasing a certain figure.He ran back and forth between the company and other places. As a relative and the vice president of a famous general, Jiang Wenxuan knew that Jiang Jiao often stayed up late.

Work, secretly go to Minglian, come back to work, and then secretly go to see people.

Jiang Jiao is like a spinning top, constantly spinning between the two.

What impressed Jiang Wenxuan the most was that Jiang Jiao had to work overtime that night. He had already gone home, but suddenly remembered that he had forgotten a document in the company.

No way, go back and get it.

When he drove back to Mingjiang, he found that Jiang Jiao was lying on the sofa in the studio, his face was completely pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He hurriedly took him to the hospital, and after the doctor saw it, Jiang Wenxuan realized that this guy had actually made himself suffer from a stomach problem at some point.

That night, the corridor of the hospital was deserted, and there were not many people in the infusion room. Jiang Jiao, who was holding a bottle in his right hand, looked at a young man who came for the infusion, and suddenly burst into tears.

He wept silently.

Jiang Wenxuan was stunned, and asked him why, but the man didn't say a word, just covered his face and wept.

When leaving after the infusion, Jiang Wenxuan heard a murmur almost scattered in the wind:

I'm sorry for him.

And now-

Looking at Ming Lian who came with a blond foreigner, Jiang Wenxuan only felt embarrassed.

I haven't caught up in three years, so I really don't need to force myself.

We all have each other's lives, and with the conditions of two people, finding a new partner is a matter of minutes, why bother?

Jiang Wenxuan, who has been wandering in love for many years, expressed puzzlement.

"If someone hadn't suddenly said that he wanted to deepen the relationship between uncle and nephew, I actually didn't plan to come." Jiang Wenxuan said.

Gerald thought that Jiang Wenxuan was just an ordinary friend of Minglian, and now that the musical was about to start, he just nodded to Jiang Wenxuan as a greeting.

"Uncle Jiang, then my friend and I will go first." Minglian said.

Jiang Wenxuan had no reason to keep him, so he could only nod his head, his mind turned quickly, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, "After watching the musical, how about having a late-night snack together?"

Minglian smiled decently, "If my friend doesn't mind, then of course."

Although Gerald's Chinese pronunciation is not accurate, but he can understand, this enthusiastic big photographer agreed without thinking, "Of course."

Jiang Wenxuan's eyes flickered slightly, "Then call later."

After they separated, Minglian and Gerald went to check the tickets first, while Jiang Wenxuan was still standing there.

Seeing the two walking away, Jiang Wenxuan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

I thought it was a boyfriend before, but now it seems that it is not the case?

Does that fool Jiang Jiao still have hope?

Unlike movie theaters, no noise is allowed after the musical enters the stage, which is a basic etiquette.

I don't remember who once said: If you only watch one musical in your life, then it should be "The Phantom of the Opera".

This is what Minglian and Gerrard watched tonight.

The theme of a love triangle is very common, but the only one that can express a love triangle in such a shocking, romantic and exciting way is probably the suspenseful "Phantom of the Opera".

The heroine, Christine, is a young actress who moved the ghost in the basement with her singing. The ghost fell in love with her and has been helping Christine realize her dream ever since.

However, Christine has a real boyfriend. The scene between Ghost and the real boyfriend before, and Ghost's final sad exit, all these scenes were vividly expressed on stage.

At the end of the musical, Minglian asked, "Gerald, if you were that ghost, would you choose to leave in the end like him?"

Gerald thought about it carefully, and finally nodded, "Yes, I will. This love does not belong to me. I will leave in the end and pursue my own love."

Suddenly remembered something, Gerald asked back, "Ming Lian, can you?"

Minglian looked ahead, the musical had ended, the curtain fell, and everything returned to the original point.

It is the end and the beginning of the next.

"I will too, I can't force the love that doesn't belong to me." Minglian said with the corner of his mouth hooked.

Gerald got up from his seat, "We think the same, Minglian, does this mean that we are the same kind of people? Life will be very comfortable when we are with the same kind."

"You're right, it's really comfortable to be friends." Ming Lian also got up.

Once again hinting at being rejected, Gerald is used to it, so he naturally found another topic, "Your friend invited us to have a late-night snack, and now I think we can have a late-night snack."

"The Phantom of the Opera" is all in one hall. After starting from the beginning, it is like a movie theater, and you can watch it all around.

"Minglian, where is your friend?" Gerald found someone.

Minglian looked along and saw people at a glance, but Jiang Wenxuan was the only one.

Taking a closer look, Minglian saw a piece of clothing at the corner of the seat next to Jiang Wenxuan.

The Jiang family has good genes, so there is no one who is short. Jiang Jiao is 1.8 meters. 1.8, and Jiang Wenxuan is [-] meters.

Minglian's eyes twitched.

The moment Jiang Jiao bent down and hid behind the chair, Jiang Wenxuan's brain froze for a moment. He didn't understand what Jiang Jiao was doing, nor did he know the agreement he had with Minglian.

"What are you hiding?" Jiang Wenxuan didn't understand, and he hated that iron could not be made into steel, "By the way, I forgot to tell you just now, Minglian agreed to have a late-night snack with us."

Now it was Jiang Jiao's turn to be stunned, he knew every word of Jiang Wenxuan, but when he put it together, it made him dizzy.

Like a person who is overwhelmed by life, suddenly one day someone tells him that he has won a lottery worth [-] million yuan.

"Really, really?" Jiang Jiao asked stammeringly.

Jiang Wenxuan wanted to roll his eyes, "Is it good for me to lie to you?"

After hearing this, Jiang Jiao stood up slowly, little by little, with slow movements, full of uncertainty every time.

So Minglian over there saw a head slowly protruding from behind the chair next to Jiang Wenxuan, which looked like a rabbit poking its head out of the African grassland.

Minglian always thought that time can change a person more or less.

Until this moment, he found that Jiang Jiao was still the same Jiang Jiao.

Minglian and Gerrard are a little ahead, but not too far, about five or six rows.

The distance between the two parties is not very far.

One can clearly see the other person's expression at a glance.

Jiang Jiao carefully looked at Minglian's face, and didn't see any disgust on the other side, so his heart fell back into his stomach.

Minglian's eyes turned around Jiang Jiao's face, his crow feather-like eyelashes fluttered slightly and then drooped, covering those black eyes like glazed glass.

Three years.

Since the conversation with Jiang Jiao three years ago, the other party has never appeared in front of him again.

However, the figure of Jiang Jiao seems to be everywhere when no one is in front of his eyes.That kind of bright staring, many undisguised traces, and the notes or text messages left behind, even a cup of hot tea or an umbrella that suddenly appeared, Jiang Jiao said silently:

I haven't given up yet.

Three years later, the two met again. It seems that time has not left many traces on Ming Lian. He is still calm and elegant.

On the other hand, Jiang Jiao, time seems to have changed from a gentle hand to a ruthless whip, slamming on Jiang Jiao, leaving traces that cannot be ignored on this man who was 24 three years ago and is only 27 now .

Perhaps because of frowning from time to time, there was an obvious crease between his brows, which added a bit of viciousness to the already sharp face.

Except for an obvious crease between the brows, Ming Lian found that Jiang Jiao had a lot of gray hair.

"Let's go and have supper."

The place for supper is at a well-known restaurant. This restaurant is opened by Jiang Wenxuan's friend. He gave a phone call before coming here. Now as soon as the person arrives, he eats immediately after entering the private room.

There were only four people in the group, so a small round table was chosen, with Gerald on Minglian's left, Jiang Jiao on his right, and Jiang Wenxuan sitting opposite him.

I didn't order too many things, a big pot of shrimp porridge, and a plate of fried noodles.

"I haven't congratulated you yet, your career has skyrocketed these years." Jiang Wenxuan offered tea instead of wine to Minglian.

This was the first time Jiang Wenxuan sat with Minglian after three years.

"Thank you." Minglian also picked up the teacup next to him.

Unexpectedly, when the two were about to clink glasses, a bony hand stretched out from the side, holding a teacup of the same style, and lightly touched Minglian's.

Leaving at the touch of a touch is like being guilty of a guilty conscience.

Minglian looked to the side and could only see Jiang Jiao's profile.After clinking glasses, the man didn't turn his head away.

At the beginning, Jiang Wenxuan suggested going out for supper to give Minglian and Jiang Jiao a chance to communicate, but now, when the aroma of shrimp porridge wafted out, he was really hungry.

"The shrimp porridge of this restaurant is a signature, come and try it, I guarantee that you will want to come again after you try it." Jiang Wenxuan, who wanted to eat it himself, incited others.

One bowl per person.

Jiang Wenxuan was good at communication, and Gerald was a very enthusiastic foreigner. Even if Jiang Jiao didn't speak at the table, the atmosphere didn't cool down.

"My mother has read the "Dead Man's Pleading" you wrote three times recently. She told me that if she sees you, please ask her when you are free to visit her old man." Halfway through eating, Jiang Wenxuan suddenly changed his mind. topic.

In the past three years, Ming Lian has actually been to Jiang's house. He went to see Mrs. Jiang, but the number of times he visited was very few.

"I'll go see her when I'm done with this part," Minglian said.

Regarding this official reply, Jiang Wenxuan just smiled, "That's fine, I'll tell her if I change it tomorrow."

Later, I talked about other topics, and the table was full of fun.The shrimp porridge in this restaurant is really good, even though it is already 10:30, Minglian still eats a big bowl.

As soon as Ming Lian put the spoon back into the empty bowl, a hand stretched out beside him and took his empty bowl, and that arm stretched out to grab the big spoon in the porridge pot.

With one spoonful, Minglian's bowl is full.

I ate shrimp porridge, and now I can see two shrimp tails in the bowl.

"Thank you." Minglian narrowed his eyes slightly.

Jiang Jiao whispered, "You're welcome."

Jiang Wenxuan noticed that from the beginning to the end of the supper, Jiang Jiao and Ming Lian had only one conversation.

After supper, they each left.

Jiang Jiao and Jiang Wenxuan walked behind, Jiang Wenxuan asked, "What are your plans now?"

Jiang Jiao knew that he was talking about Minglian.

Under the pitch-black sky, night climbed onto the man's sharp-edged face, and a bit of darkness slipped into those deep-cut eyes.

"I have no plans." Jiang Jiao said in a deep voice, the voice was low, like the indistinct ravings when the wind blows by, it seemed to be for Jiang Wenxuan, and it seemed to be for himself.

Jiang Jiao didn't have any plans or plans for this chase.

Follow your heart and follow Minglian's figure.

"Then you can figure it out, but when it's time to let go, you still have to let go." Jiang Wenxuan said.

He couldn't understand Jiang Jiao's view of love, this person is not suitable, at worst, change to another, why bother?

Jiang Jiao didn't speak.

On the other side, Minglian drove back to his apartment. He was renting a house before, but later he simply bought a house near the ivory tower.

Draw the design drawings by yourself, choose the decoration materials by yourself, choose all the things in the house slowly, and slowly decorate it into a home.

A home with only him alone.

"Ding." The elevator door opened.

Minglian reached out to get the key, but the moment he got out of the elevator, his footsteps paused for a moment.

There are three families on the first floor of the apartment. Voice-activated lights are installed on the aisle. It is quiet now, but the lights are on.

Minglian continued to walk forward.

Turning around the elevator entrance, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of his house.

Three years, these three years have left obvious marks on Jiang Jiao's body. Similarly, it seems to be an accelerator, making time flow faster on Ming Yanghui's body.

Three years ago, he looked like a middle-aged man in his early forties, but now his face was haggard and vicissitudes.

"Niannian." Ming Yanghui shouted.

Minglian paused for a while, then went forward and opened the door, "Why didn't you call me before you came here?"

Ming Yanghui picked up the bag next to him, and followed Minglian into the room, "I'm afraid you're busy and disturb you."

"No." Minglian took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, "I'm not at home sometimes, if this happens again, don't wait."

Ming Yanghui didn't respond, but raised the bag in his hand instead, "I have a colleague who is famous for his hometown specialties. When he returned to his hometown recently, I asked him to bring some back."

Minglian took a look and found that it was preserved fruit.

"What kind of tea do you want?" Ming Lian went to make tea.

This kind of guest treatment made Ming Yanghui feel sore, but he comforted himself: he is already very good, at least he is willing to talk to him every year, and he is also willing to let him into the house.

"You don't need tea, it's just cool and open." Ming Yanghui said.

Minglian went to pour water, and when he came back, the father and son sat down facing each other, and they were speechless.

Minglian knew what Ming Yanghui wanted him to do, but he didn't say anything.After holding back for a while, Ming Yanghui was the first to lose his composure, "Niannian, are your grandparents treating you well?"

Minglian: "Excellent."

The young man's crow-colored eyelashes fluttered slightly. Under the light, his porcelain-white skin glowed cold, bright as if carved from ice, but at the same time he looked very indifferent.

Under the gaze of those long and narrow peach eyes, Ming Yanghui made a dumb voice, and all the greetings he had concealed were reduced to ashes.

Ming Yanghui's lips trembled, and he finally said, "Niannian, where is your mother's tomb?"

In the past three years, Minglian flew around with the team, and he rarely returned to South Sea City. Ming Yanghui was in South Sea City, and he also called Minglian a lot, but most of Minglian refused to meet because of his busy schedule. .

"In Bei Province." Minglian said calmly, "I told you last time that my mother has returned home."

Ming Lian never told Ming Yanghui about the Xu family in Bei Province.

"Niannian, can you tell me the address? Let me go and see her. I haven't seen her for a long time." At the end, Ming Yanghui's eyes were slightly red, his tone was choked up, and his eyes were uncontrollably transparent. Show some hesitation and tension.

This person is alive, there is always something to miss.

Minglian lowered his eyes, "I can only tell you about my mother's family. As for the exact location of her tomb, you have to ask my uncles."

"Okay, okay!" Ming Yanghui responded without thinking.

Time passed quietly, the moon as bright as a disc shyly hid in the clouds, and the night became more and more dense.

Ming Yanghui left Minglian's apartment when the clock was almost eleven o'clock, and Minglian escorted him out the door.

"Niannian, Dad will come to see you some other day." Ming Yanghui said.

Minglian leaned against the door frame and didn't say a word. Not long after the door on their side opened, he heard the elevator suddenly ding.

It seems very coincidental, someone came up.

Ming Yanghui only thought he was an ordinary guest, but he didn't expect that when the elevator door opened, he saw a familiar handsome face carved with knives and axes.

"Little Jiang?" Ming Yanghui was surprised.

Jiang Jiao in the elevator was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to see Ming Yanghui here at this time.

Since the other party is here, does that mean...

"Hello, Uncle." Jiang Jiao said dryly.

Ming Yanghui seemed to think of something, he hesitated to speak, but he didn't say anything in the end, it was just visible to the naked eye that the solemnity between his brows loosened a lot, "I should go back, see you another day."

"... See you some other day." Jiang Jiao slowly got out of the elevator.

After the elevator door closed, Jiang Jiao walked towards his apartment, turned a corner, and saw Minglian standing by the door.

The man was wearing a white sweater, as gentle and handsome as three years ago.

Jiang Jiao was dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to the time when Ming Lian still loved him wholeheartedly.

But this trance was only for a moment, Jiang Jiao pursed his lips, and said with some uncertainty, "Good night."

"OK, good night."

The voice of the youth is like a clear spring in the mountains, and also like a white bird in the wind, which makes people feel comfortable and comfortable.

Jiang Jiao's pupils tightened suddenly, and at that moment he seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming.

Another three years.

Ming Lian turned from a rookie screenwriter to a gold medal screenwriter. The studio he opened was hung under the name of the ivory tower, and he hired a special person to manage it. The work efficiency has improved a lot, and he is more leisurely at ordinary times.

In the past three years, a person beside Minglian has also gained a small amount of popularity.

This person is neither an actor star nor an assistant.