don't say different ways

one year later.

In the quiet studio, the vibrating sound of the mobile phone seemed very abrupt.

Some blushing black-haired teenagers frantically pressed the unfamiliar phone, and looked at the surrounding classmates in apology, although none of them were distracted to blame the boy.

After about ten seconds, the phone vibrated again.

The teenager glanced at the screen annoyed—it was the same number again.Gently put down the paintbrush, and tiptoed out of the room with both hands covering the phone.

"Hello, hello." He spoke in fluent English.

"..." There was silence on the other end of the phone, only the sound of shallow breathing.

"Which one is it?" I tried to ask in Chinese.

The breathing of the person over there was getting heavier, and the voice was slightly familiar when he uttered it, but it was deeper and hoarse than before, tending to be a mature man rather than a teenager: "Yanyan..."

Mu Yan's breathing was stagnant, and the hands that had never trembled while holding the painting utensils were now unable to hold the phone steadily.

For a year, he devoted himself to studying with his teacher abroad, and suppressed his yearning for Zhan Yishu with a lot of knowledge and practice time. Even when he made a video call with his parents, he didn't mention that person.

He wants to learn to be independent, to become the kind of upright man his mother often taught him when he was a child.And once you think of Zhan Yishu, you will think of him taking care of everything, thinking of him kissing her cheek, thinking of his warm and thin embrace.

Mu Yan's breathing was rapid, and when he opened his mouth, he could only make the sound of his tongue gently stirring the saliva.

"Yanyan, why are you leaving...?"

"Is it not good in China? Is it not good for me?"

"I have nothing to do with that Ding Xiao or anything, I promise I will solve these messy things in the future."

……

From the initial questioning to the subsequent assurances, the man's voice became hoarse and gradually begged.Mu Yan didn't insert a word, and he was not willing to insert a word.

"Come back please?"

"...Brother, I still have a few years left."

"Then I'll go see you?"

"Pfft," Mu Yan smiled, but the tears kept sliding down, and then fell to the ground, "Stop it, I saw you in a TV series, that character is really stupid. It's still being filmed right now. Come on, do your best."

The thoughts accumulated for a year spewed out because of a phone call.

"Then I will try my best to go to country A to make movies in the future. Can you come and see me?"

Sucking his nose, he suddenly exhaled a snot bubble, Mu Yan foolishly amused himself.

"Yeah."

Then there was a silence, the two people who were separated by thousands of miles quietly listened to each other's slight noise, and did not open their mouths to disturb the peace of this moment.

In the end, it was Mu Yan who saw someone coming out of the studio, and broke this inexplicably warm situation.

He wiped his face vigorously with one hand: "Brother, this is an international long distance, let's not be so extravagant?"

Zhan Yishu over there chuckled, said goodbye to him, and asked Mu Yan to hang up the phone first.

Reluctant to give up, he held up the phone and hesitated for half a minute, then fumbled towards the hang up sign.

"I love you."

The moment I hung up, three words came out clearly from the receiver, followed by a "beep" after the call ended.

Mu Yan was stunned for a while, staring blankly at the black phone screen that had automatically locked, hid in the corner and bit his wrist and sobbed softly, tears streaming down his eyes, his eyes were blurred, and his nose was blocked badly.

Enough crying, with a strong nasal voice: "I love you too."

Facing the phone that had long been hung up, he said every word, as if performing some serious and pious ceremony.

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Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

A year ago, Zhan Yishu was entangled by Ding Xiaoxuan and managed to escape, but his future mother-in-law told him that his daughter-in-law had run away.

Afterwards, I don’t know how he argued with his family about going abroad and was ruthlessly suppressed. The process was too tragic. He knelt down and shouted to his parents, “I just like him! I want to spend my whole life with him!” It was embarrassing to throw it to the ground, even Zhan Fuyuan, who used to pretend to be serious in front of him, couldn't help laughing, which caused his rhetoric to stop abruptly, and hiccupped uncontrollably.

After that, Zhan Fuyuan and Luo Yi laughed even more happily.

My dear parents...

Tears smeared his face, his face was uncomfortable, the image of the sunshine male god was completely lost, and he had to endure the merciless ridicule of his parents. After a year, Zhan Yishu still clearly remembered his feelings at that time—— —It is better to go home if you have nothing to love in life.

Later, Luo Yi laughed enough, and with a proud expression of "I'm so open-minded, I still don't kneel down to thank you", approved his request to come out.

He immediately understood that his parents had known about this for a long time, and happily hid it from him to see his reaction, and in the end it was okay hahahahaha.

In the following months, Zhan Yishu also chose to live on campus on weekends, and he didn't have the face to go home.

Find the Mu family, give some seasonal fruits and some tea to the future father-in-law and mother-in-law, and ask Mu Yan's current mobile phone number by the way.For the first time, I was fooled by them haha, it's okay, come back in half a month.

I still bring some practical or delicious things to visit, once every half a month, no matter what happens in the past year, there has been no interruption, even if I am filming in other places, I will take a day off to go back to my (daughter-in-law) home.

This persistence has never changed.

Finally one day he knocked on the door of Mu's house again, Wang Qing stood at the door and gave him a photo album and sent him away.

A photo album of "Mu Xiaobao's 180-style sleeping posture at home from childhood to adulthood", the small round belly exposed when he was a baby, the round arms when he was a child, the smooth and delicate legs sandwiched by the quilt when he was a teenager, and his flat stomach. Belly and lean waist.

Flipping through the pages and sliding my fingers over the photos, I found the little guy drooling at the corners of his mouth to be very cute.

Reluctantly turning to the last page, there are no photos.

is a string of numbers.

Zhan Yishu's heartbeat was several times faster than when he looked at the photos before, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

The author has something to say:

Mu Xiaobao is a little cry _(:з」∠)_ but he was sensible earlier than Zhan Xiaogong.

According to the earliest idea, the abuse has already started hahaha.