Qing Yu's Qing Yu of Love

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The car was parked on a dark street corner outside the bar.

Feng Jianyu turned off the engine, but didn't get out of the car, sitting in the driver's seat thinking about something.A few minutes later, he raised his hand to check the time, checked the rearview mirror, and finally mustered up the courage to get out of the car.

Twelve o'clock in the evening is the busiest time for the bar.

As soon as Feng Jianyu entered the door, he heard whistles one after another. The silver vest with sequins, the low-waisted leggings, the eyes that gradually became blurred under the refraction of the light, and the shiny diamonds around his ears seemed to be able to confuse people. Charm.He calmly faced the gaze projected from all directions, and returned a shallow smile.

Although he hasn't been on stage for a long time, the actor's sense of drama brought from his bones has never left. The dazzling lights and people's sights make his blood slowly boil.

Feng Jianyu thought, it was right to come back, he longed for the stage.

Walking around the dance floor where the demons danced wildly, Feng Jianyu went to the bar to serve a glass of wine, and then began to search for him.Feng Jianyu glanced at the crowded place and soon found it.The reason is very simple, a steady stream of people come to strike up a conversation, but they are all rejected indifferently. In the end, everyone is more curious about who can gnaw on this tough bone.

Feng Jianyu didn't rush over, he stood on the edge of the crowd, watching him quietly.

The facial features became clearer and deeper, and the hair that was randomly thrown back revealed a smooth forehead, sharp eyebrows, but no warmth in the eyes.People kept coming to strike up a conversation, without him saying a word, just giving him a look, that person turned around and left.

Feng Jianyu felt a splitting pain in his heart, and the indifference in his eyes was falling apart bit by bit. He took a sip of the wine in his hand, and the acrid feeling stimulated his throbbing nerves.

You have to stay sane, Feng Jianyu told himself.

The people on the periphery gathered more and more, and the frequency of his drinking became faster and faster. Feng Jianyu calculated that the entire bottle had already bottomed out.I haven't seen you for a year. People who used to pour down two bottles of beer can now drink a whole bottle of vodka without changing their expressions. During this period of time, how many things I don't know?

Feng Jianyu stopped his complicated thoughts in a timely manner, he couldn't help touching the smooth skin under his left eye, and walked towards the booth.

Wang Qing looked at the cigarette in his hand, which was burning slowly, without moving it until the long ash fell on the table, and then he pressed it out in the ashtray as if he had suddenly woken up.He felt like his thoughts were tied in a knot, he couldn't get through, he couldn't lift his head so heavy, he couldn't find an outlet for the boredom in his heart, it was like it was on fire, getting hotter and hotter pain.Wang Qing drank the remaining wine in the glass. The cold liquid traveled down the esophagus to the stomach, like a fire wire burning from top to bottom. He took the bottle and poured the wine, and found that the bottle was empty.

A glass of wine was placed by Wang Qing's hand, Wang Qing was extremely bored, and was about to drive away the person who struck up a conversation with his eyes, but his eyes were attracted by the person who came, and he couldn't move away at all.

With a height of 180+, well-proportioned flesh and blood, slender waist and long legs, beautiful muscle lines on the arms, and a dazzling diamond on the right ear, he looks very much like that person.Wang Qing pulled Feng Jianyu over, the smooth skin under his hand was so familiar, he eagerly stroked Feng Jianyu's left cheek, carefully searched and stroked under the left eye, and left in a daze after a long time, the shock of surprise in his eyes was slowly fading away. Overwhelmed with pain.

Feng Jianyu now knows that Wang Yu didn't lie to him.Wang Qing suffers from prosopagnosia, and he can't recognize himself without tears and moles.

Wang Qing drank another glass and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, but he couldn't get it right.Feng Jianyu helped him get the lighter and lit the cigarette. Wang Qing took a big puff, and the muscles of his jaw bounced nicely.

Feng Jianyu just looked at Wang Qing leaning on the sofa, his eyes were red.

When Wang Qing walked out of the bar after finishing his drink, he was no longer walking in a straight line.He drank there for as long as Feng Jianyu sat beside him for a long time, neither of them spoke. Later Wang Qing came out and Feng Jianyu followed him. When he was about to fall, he took the opportunity to help him.Wang Qing shook off Feng Jianyu's hand, and even though he was helpless now, he still stared at him with his standard fierce eyes, "Get out." Feng Jianyu had no choice but to pull the distance between him and Wang Qing closer. While saying something, Wang Qing stopped making trouble, stared blankly at Feng Jianyu, and never looked away for a moment, until Feng Jianyu brought him back to his newly rented apartment, lying on the bed, pulling Feng Jianyu hand, did not fall asleep until the strength of the alcohol came up.

Feng Jianyu carefully helped Wang Qing take off his coat and shoes, covered him with a quilt, and then sat in front of the bed and looked at his sleeping face almost the same as before, his thoughts uncontrollably recalling the past.

They lived in a dormitory with upper and lower bunks, Wang Qing was his upper bunk, Wang Qing could see him sleeping soundly below when he turned his head.But if he wanted to see the sleeping Wang Qing, he could only pinch him every morning when he was woken up.At that time, Wang Qing's face was still a little baby fat, and his bangs were still hanging on his forehead like a door curtain. When he was asleep, his mouth was slightly opened, and Feng Jianyu would block his nose maliciously. Sleepy Wang Qing Continue to sleep even if you breathe through your mouth.

Until one day, he finally couldn't stand the temptation of that light color, and even blocked his mouth...

The face in the memory subtly overlapped with the resolute side face under the warm light of the bedside lamp, and Feng Jianyu's smile froze on his face before he could put it away in time.

Now it is, after all, different.

Wang Qing's body suddenly began to tremble, his brows were tightly furrowed, the muscles of his jaw collapsed into a straight line, his hands kept groping, as if he was looking for something.Feng Jianyu understood, stretched out his hand, Wang Qing held it tightly, breathed a sigh of relief as if he had found a life-saving driftwood, and slowly relaxed his frowning eyebrows.

Feng Jianyu knew that Wang Qing was feeling sick to his stomach after drinking too much wine, and he had also tried the pain of being swallowed.After weighing it over and over again, he decided to give Wang Qing vomiting water, let him spit out the wine in his stomach, and then fed him honey water before falling asleep.

This time his sleeping appearance was much softer, his eyebrows and eyes were all relaxed, Feng Jianyu gently flicked his bangs to his forehead, it was very much like before.Feng Jianyu hooked the corners of his mouth and sat there all night looking at him like this.

The next morning, Wang Qing woke up at six o'clock as before.He surveyed the unfamiliar environment, put a glass of water on the bedside cabinet, and Wang Qing, whose throat was about to smoke, poured it directly into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, the water was warm, and there was my favorite lemon honey in it.

This feeling was too familiar, he suppressed his heartbeat that was about to jump out of his chest, and carefully recalled the scene of last night. Among the fragments of several memories, he vaguely remembered that he came back with a person.

The broken diamonds in the ear, the familiar touch, the warm palm...

Wang Qing put down the cup, rushed out of the bedroom, searched every room, but there was no one there.

His heart slowly cooled down, and he repeated the haunting name uncontrollably between his lips.

Daewoo...

Stripping ([-])

Wang Qing tidied himself up briefly, found a set of new clothes in his size in the closet and changed into them, and went to the set with mixed feelings.

In the days without Feng Jianyu, Wang Qing has grown from an actor learning broadcasting to a skilled producer.Many people, while envious of Wang Qing's success, are also amazed at his professionalism.Wang Qing never said that the reason he took this path was just to protect someone after seeing a real storm, so that he would be safe and sound.

The martial arts drama this time is still filmed at the famous HD film and television base. The leading role is Xiao Xianrou, who was born in a popular idol drama, and the supporting roles are also old people who are familiar to the audience. Adoption step by step to find out the truth and finally the story of revenge, although it is a bit clichéd, but the novel shooting method and the unique interpretation of handsome men and beautiful women, it is a sure-fire business.

But Wang Qing's mood when he came to the set today was not so indifferent.

He remembered that that person had a martial arts dream.

The studio seems to be very hot today, and even breathing has become difficult.

During the lunch break, Wang Yu deliberately came over and took Wang Qing to a restaurant outside for dinner. Wang Qing didn't say anything, but ordered his favorite dishes and ate quietly.On the contrary, Wang Yu has been trying to find a topic to chat with, secretly watching his face, and speaking carefully.

"Let's talk straight if you have something to say, isn't it tiring to go around in circles like this?" Wang Qing had almost eaten, and put down his chopsticks.

"No... It's been a long time since I saw you. Let's see how you are doing recently." Wang Yu smiled.

"You've seen...he." Wang Qing used an affirmative sentence.

Seeing Wang Qing's usual expression, Wang Yu felt a little relieved, "Yes, he's back to Beijing, just in time."

Wang Qing's eyes darkened, and he didn't say anything.

After finishing work, Wang Qing wanted to go directly to the bar, but unknowingly came to the apartment rented by Feng Jianyu.The house not far from the film and television city seems to be a temporary residence for actors who come here to film.

actor.

These two words are like a knife, stabbing Wang Qing's heart one by one.

Because of him, Feng Jianyu gave up his favorite career. Now that he is back, how can I compensate him for the time he has lost for so many years.

As the sky gradually darkened, Wang Qing stood outside the apartment like that, smoking one cigarette after another, taking out those memories hidden in the bottom of his heart, which would tear his heart if he touched them, one by one. Living in a hurry, letting the scabbed wounds torn open again, the pain was hearty.

But until the pipe that was always in the car was gone, Wang Qing recalled all the painful things in his heart, and he still didn't go in.

When the sound of the engine came to mind, Feng Jianyu glanced at his watch.It's been six hours.

He gave Wang Qing the news of his return, gave him time to calm down, and gave him the opportunity to choose the relationship between them.Wang Qing was tearing his heart out outside, while Feng Jianyu was sitting on pins and needles inside.

Faced with a choice last time, Feng Jianyu first decided to let go.This time, he handed over the choice to Wang Qing.If Wang Qing just wanted to get rid of the thorn in his heart, went directly into the house, and said it clearly, the two of them might still be able to talk peacefully, like old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time.

But Wang Qing didn't come in.He was afraid. He was afraid that after the only relationship that entangled them was completely cut off, there would be no possibility between them, so he hesitated. He was outside the door, thinking through the pros and cons of the whole process. , still did not enter the door.

Years may have hurt us a lot, but these pains will eventually be transformed into carving knives, slowly removing the impulsive impetuousness from us, revealing the most primitive and true self.Wang Qing is no longer the impulsive boy who did whatever he thought of before, he has learned to be patient and considerate.Feng Jianyu is not the good-natured gentleman who just pretends to be invisible when he doesn't like things back then. He has learned to take the initiative to pursue the life he wants.

After all, the years have taught them how to love each other, but the most precious thing is that when I know how to love you, you are still there.

So, this time, let me take the initiative to hold your hand.

Feng Jianyu moved his already stiff neck, got up and went to the kitchen to bring out the hot dishes one by one, and then dialed the number he knew by heart.

"Come back and eat."

"Hey."