domineering man

Zhao Qian looked at Liang Ziwen stiffly, and asked with a rough throat, "You... don't know him?"

A trace of bewilderment flashed across Liang Ziwen's eyes, and then he shook his head firmly.

"It looks familiar, but I can't remember it. The appearance is so good. Is it an artist under Xiao Zhao's head office? I am not qualified to say this, but Mr. Zhao should pay attention. There are many paparazzi around here. If It's not good to be photographed..."

Zhao Qian's mind was buzzing, he could no longer hear what Liang Ziwen was saying.

The body holding him was frighteningly cold, and for the first time he felt Yinsu's icy body temperature piercing his heart.

"The car is coming..."

Yin Su strode away, his eyes were cold and indifferent, Liang Ziwen looked at the other's white hair blown by the cold wind, and felt that this man was a little strange.

However, he shouldn't care about it.

Coming here means that he still has some nostalgia for the past, but what about nostalgia, the path he chooses, no matter how lonely he is, he still has to go forward.

He sighed, looked at the company gate for the last time, and walked into the night alone.

People, that’s how it is, if you can’t let go of your conscience, you can’t let go of your greed.

After getting in the car and returning to Bauhinia Garden, neither of the two spoke.

The previous ear-to-eye contact has added a bit of deep-rooted coldness to the present heaviness.

Zhao Qian was sitting on the sofa, clutching the pillow tightly with both hands, his face was frighteningly pale.

Yin Su sighed, picked up Zhao Qian and helped him take off his coat and uncomfortable trousers until he was on his body, then he picked up the naked man and walked into the bathroom.

The hot water that had been set long ago steamed the bathroom into a hazy mist. He put the person into the bathtub and said softly, "Ask whatever you want."

Zhao Qian shook his head, the drooping forehead hair became docile with moisture, which made Zhao Qian's smoky red face a bit cute.

He touched the other person's face and said softly, "If you don't want to ask, then I won't say anything."

Zhao Qian suddenly covered his eyes with his hands, hoarse.

"He doesn't remember you."

Obviously Yinsu's first TV series was a collaboration with Liang Ziwen, obviously not long ago Yinsu and his topic took the top spot on the Internet.

After the new year, he found that he couldn't see any news about Yinsu on the Internet.

Even the account that was opened earlier could not be searched.

Suddenly, it seemed that Yin Su had faded out of everyone's sight.

He was a little flustered, but he still didn't say anything, but he needed Yinsu even more, and wanted to feel him sticking to him more urgently.

"It's okay, just remember me."

He patted the other person's head comfortingly, but found that the other person's body was a little hot.

Touching the other person's forehead with his hand, he really had a fever.

He hurriedly scrubbed the other person clean, and wanted to hug him out, but Zhao Qian, who was in a coma, suddenly rejected him like a child having a temper tantrum, and only knew to cover his eyes and mutter to himself.

"He doesn't remember you, why doesn't he remember you, you are so good, don't forget you!"

"Okay, okay, I will make him remember me, you come out first..."

"No!" Zhao Qian slapped fiercely, staring at him with red eyes, and said fiercely: "I will teach him a lesson, and everyone who forgets you, I will teach him a lesson!"

Yin Su was taken aback, Zhao Qian splashed a lot of water on his body, he squeezed the other's face a little funny, and coaxed him in a childlike tone: "Okay, I will teach him tomorrow, but we have to come out first. Otherwise, the fever will be serious later, and I can only send you to the hospital."

"Not going to the hospital..."

Zhao Qian stood up obediently, and he opened his arms to hug this big kid who looked like a stove.

"Even if everyone forgets you, I will remember you."

Zhao Qian, who buried his head on his neck, suddenly said these words.

He doesn't ask, but it doesn't mean he can't feel anything.

Yin Su's heart almost softened to water, he patted the naked butt hanging on his body, and kissed his flushed cheeks.

"must……"

do not forget me.

Putting the person on the bed, Zhao Qian was so confused that he was about to fall asleep. He looked sideways at the person in his arms, hesitated for a moment, and tried to speak out.

"Zhao Qian, I hope you can understand that if one day I leave, it will not be your fault. On the contrary, I am very happy because it means that I am finally complete."

The person in his arms moved slightly, curling himself up completely.

The soft nasal voice is subconsciously coquettish.

"baby……"

"Well, I'm here."

"Boom", the first rain fell in winter, Zhao Qian woke up in a dream, looked around in a daze, the curtains were closed tightly, and the thunder outside suddenly became louder and softer, making people's hearts tighten .

The other side of the bed was empty, except for the slightly disheveled sheets that showed that someone had slept on the other side.

He suddenly became frightened and ran out regardless.

His burning head made his steps a little heavy, and there was no one in the empty and bright living room.

"boom!"

There was a huge thunderclap, accompanied by lightning that pierced the sky, illuminating the entire night sky.

He suddenly realized something, and ran out with cold hands and feet.

The pouring rain crushed the radiant carrots in the front yard, and the thin and tall man bent his back and carefully buried the carrots in the ground one by one.

Hearing the movement behind him, he stood up and turned around with a bright smile.

"It's cold outside, don't come out."

Zhao Qian plopped and knelt down on the ground.

Long silver-white hair and silver-gray eyes were exactly the same as the first time he saw them.

"Um……"

The person who was sleeping well suddenly shook violently. Seeing Zhao Qian's pale face and cold sweat, Yin Su was worried and planned to send him to the hospital.

As soon as he lifted the quilt, one hand tightly grasped the corner of his clothes. When he turned his head, Zhao Qian was staring at him closely.

Seeing that there was nothing serious about people, he was relieved.

Before he could speak, the lying person suddenly turned over and sat on him, and silently began to take off his clothes.

"No, you still have a fever."

He grabbed the opponent's hand and refused without room.

But the man with his lips pursed didn't speak, and the movement to break free from him was about to back away suddenly.

Seeing the other party's reckless behavior, he was worried that Zhao Qian would be injured, so he tried his best to stop the other party for the first time.

"Can't……"

The person on the body suddenly stopped moving and bowed his head in silence.

He looked relaxed, and was about to ask the other party what's wrong, when big teardrops hit his chest like beads that fell off a string.

Yin Su was completely stunned. He looked at the silent man, and the tears that were as big as beans hit his heart like a heavy hammer, which hurt and softened.

"Is it a nightmare, don't be afraid."

He held the other's face in his arms, and gently pecked and kissed those red eyes.

Zhao Qian shook his head and stepped back.

This gave him a great sense of security.

He put his arms around Yinsu's neck and said hoarsely, "I don't want to go to work tomorrow, I'm so tired."

Yin Su stroked the other person's head, giving him gentle comfort.

"Then I won't go..."

Zhao Qian shook his head again, with a nasal sound.

"No, I have to earn money to support you, and the company can't be left alone."

He showed a smile and coaxed in a low voice: "Then trick Xiao Liu over here, okay?"

The soft and sticky Zhao Xiaoqian finally nodded.

"it is good……"

After all, Yin Su followed Zhao Qian to make a fuss, and as a result, Zhao Qian burned even worse, slept restlessly, and was trapped by nightmares all the time.

He stayed by his side, helping him wipe the cold sweat on his forehead from time to time. Seeing people go from hot to cold, kicking his legs in shock, he helplessly lifted his long hair and pulled it out from the few remaining black hair. The next one was wrapped around Zhao Qian's little finger, and the other end was wrapped around his own hand.

The hesitant and terrified Zhao Qian seemed to have found a sense of stability, his breathing gradually became calm, and his blushing face gradually returned to normal.

He gently twisted the long hair connecting the two until the black hair disappeared.

Zhao Qian, who was asleep, was soft and quiet. He watched quietly for a while, then got out of bed suddenly, took the camera that had been recording and walked out the door.

In the dream, Zhao Qian raised his lower lip quietly, as if he was dreaming an extremely exciting dream.

Zhao Qian did not fully recover from this illness until the second day.

Sniffing, he sat on the steps in the front yard wrapped in a thick padded jacket, watching Yinsu's daily work.

Yesterday's nightmare seemed to disappear suddenly, and he never remembered what happened in the dream.

Yin Su looked at the big white radish peeping out of the mud, turned around and said with a smile, "It's almost ripe..."

Zhao Qian also laughed.

"Use it to boil your hooves?"

The Chinese cabbage planted in Yinsu last time was poached by Zhao Xun and his wife, and most of the rest rotted in the ground because they were not harvested in time.

Yin Su shook his head seriously, and said seriously, "Use it to replenish your body."

Zhao Qian's face turned tomato-colored, and he muttered something in a low voice.

Yin Su straightened up, looked at the sun that was gradually setting high in the sky, and suddenly said to Zhao Qian: "Didn't you say you want to travel with me?"

Seeing Yin Su mentioning this matter, Zhao Qian smiled sweetly.

"Ok!"

He is ready, and when he finishes all the accumulated work in the past few days, he will take Yinsu abroad.

"Then why don't you accompany me to see the sea first?"

Standing in the sun, Yin Su's whole body exuded a soft gleam, which made Zhao Qian's eyes shine when he looked at him.

"it is good……"

"Then you need to get well soon."

Yin Su, who came out of the field, touched Zhao Qian's eyebrows with his muddy fingertips.

Zhao Qian was pushed down by his strength, but because the wrap was too thick, he couldn't sit up anyway.

Turning his head back, Yin Su looked at Zhao Qian's legs flipping like a clumsy penguin, his face turned red and he couldn't sit up, so he couldn't help laughing out loud.

He put the camera down and didn't help, just sat and watched Zhao Qian fluttering.

From time to time, I also gently give a few words of encouragement.

Zhao Qian was angry and impatient, so he had to roll over in a circle before getting up with his body supported, and then hit Yin Su's body like a ball.

Yin Su caught him with a smile, followed his strength and fell down, and the two rolled into a ball.

The result was that Zhao Qian couldn't sit up after exhausting himself for a long time, while Yin Su lay sideways on the ground and watched him toss around with a smile on his face.

As soon as the winter sea breeze blows, people's faces are flushed red.

Yin Su walked in front, keeping Zhao Qian behind.

The white hair fluttering in front brushed Zhao Qian's face, Zhao Qian's nose was sore, he lowered his head alone and rubbed his eyes, grabbed the corner of Yin Su's clothes with both hands, and followed behind step by step.

Today's night sky is very bright, covered with many stars, turning the vast ocean into a shining Milky Way. The sea breeze blows through layers of ripples, and the bright and shining Milky Way turns into a wavy spun yarn.

Zhao Qian looked at all this intoxicatedly. He had never seen such a beautiful night sky and such a bright sea.

"I wanted to see the sea a long time ago, the blue and wide sea."

Yin Su sat on the beach, watching the silvery white waves churning.

In another world, there is nothing so vivid.

Only the gray, endless desert.

Zhao Qian lowered his head and picked the fine sand with his hands, his voice was soft and soft.

"You can watch whatever you want, as long as you want, I can accompany you."

He sat on the ground, propped his hands back, propped up his long legs casually, and laughed loudly with his head raised.

He asked: "Zhao Qian, do you like this night and the sea?"

Zhao Qian raised his head and looked at everything in front of him seriously.

Love it, love it, couldn't love it more.

Because he believes that there will be no second person like him who can see the beauty of the night sky and the sea as if they are in a line of their own.

The surroundings are quiet, only the whistling sea breeze brings refreshing sounds.

Zhao Qian didn't feel the cold, only a peaceful heart.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, away from the busy traffic, and escape from the chaos of people coming and going.

There is only Yinsu and Zhao Qian here.

Yin Su stared sideways at Zhao Qian, the man who looked up at the night sky seriously, young, warm, open and sincere.

With a point of his finger, the camera around him turned on out of thin air.

"Zhao Qian..."

A soft call brought Zhao Qian back from self-forgetfulness.

He blinked in confusion, and when he turned around, he saw Yin Su kneeling on one knee in front of him.

That noble and elegant man, until now, is also capable and holy.

"No one is worthy of my respect, and no one is worthy of my kneeling. Only you, Zhao Qian, have you heard the voice in my heart?"

He heard it.

He's saying he loves him.

The white hair that had been cut off in Yin Su's hand had distinct roots. He solemnly tied it in a knot, and put both hands in Zhao Qian's hand.

He fulfilled his promise.

Just like what he said to Wu Mingyuan back then.

His future is in Zhao Qian's hands.

"you……"

Zhao Qian was speechless, and his eyes turned red with no promise.

Yin Su kissed him and said with a smile, "Why do you keep crying..."

Zhao Qian looked away, rubbed his eyes vigorously, pursed his lips stubbornly and remained silent.

He held Yinsu's hair tightly, as if he was holding Yinsu's heart.

In the dead of night, everything is quiet, and the temperature in the early morning is extremely low.

Yin Su looked at Zhao Qian and said softly, "Go back..."

Zhao Qian nodded, sniffed and took out his phone.

"I'll ask Wu Mingyuan to pick me up."

Yin Su opened his mouth to speak but stopped, but he still didn't say anything after watching the phone call he got through.

Wu Mingyuan's work efficiency has always been very high, especially when the boss made the phone call himself.

Not long after, Wu Mingyuan rushed over and waved to them on the shore with his headlights on.

Zhao Qian stood up and staggered, but Yin Su grabbed him in time.

"The legs...the legs are numb."

Zhao Qian's exposed ears were red and trembling, he smiled silently, afraid that the other party would not dare to look up at him due to embarrassment.

Wu Mingyuan stomped coldly on the spot, and when he saw the two of them going ashore, he hurried over to pick them up, still muttering: "It's too cold today, Mr. Zhao, what are you doing at the beach at night?"

Zhao Qian replied to him lightly: "Look at the sea..."

Wu Mingyuan looked back at the pitch-black night sky and the rough sea, not understanding what to see in the winter.

Immediately, he looked at Yin Su, stunned for a while, and suddenly joked a little teasingly: "Mr. Zhao has someone by his side."

Zhao Qian, who was getting into the car, paused, and stared back at Wu Mingyuan with a bit fierce eyes.

"You don't know him?"

The smile on Wu Mingyuan's face froze, he scratched his face and gave a dry laugh twice before he hesitated and asked, "I... I should know this gentleman?"

He wondered why he knew the boss's lover.

"His name is Yin Su, and he is your artist."

Zhao Qian's voice became cold again.

Wu Mingyuan looked at Yin Su and thought for a while, before he slapped his head and suddenly realized.

He remembered that he hadn't taken anyone with him for a long time since Liang Ziwen left.

I heard that not long ago an artist with an unusual identity came to the company and was put under his command. His name seemed to be Yin Su.

He looked at Yin Su, smiled politely, "Hello, Yin Su, I'm your manager, Wu Mingyuan."

Yin Su's eyes were indifferent and his expression was impermanent.

"Hello, Wu Mingyuan."

Only Zhao Qian felt the bone-chilling cold.

Seeing that Zhao Qian hadn't gotten into the car after standing there for a long time, Wu Mingyuan hurriedly opened the car door himself. Zhao Qian sat in the back seat with lowered eyebrows and expressionless face.

Yin Su followed in, but no one spoke.

Wu Mingyuan was a little confused, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit weird, but he didn't understand what went wrong.

The narrow car was silent, and the heating made the space a little stuffy. Wu Mingyuan was a little uneasy, and looked at Zhao Qian's face from the rearview mirror from time to time.

Obviously when Mr. Zhao called and asked him to come and pick it up, he could still hear the joy in his tone.

At this time, he saw the man named Yin Su reach out and touch Zhao Qian's forehead, and asked softly, "Are you uncomfortable..."

Zhao Qian shook his head, grabbed the opponent's hand and put it in his palm.

He heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that the two of them didn't quarrel. The problem...was on him.

In order not to make the atmosphere too oppressive, Wu Mingyuan took the initiative to speak.

"I don't know Mr. Zhao's plan for Mr. Yin. Mr. Yin's conditions are very good. Mr. Zhao always hopes that he will develop into an actor, or sing..."

Wu Mingyuan's words stuck in his throat, because he saw Zhao Qian's eyes were frighteningly cold.

Yin Su looked a little funny at Wu Mingyuan's frightened silence, and stretched out his hand to rub Zhao Qian's head, telling him not to embarrass him anymore.

Zhao Qian grabbed his fingertips to play with, lowered his head and said nothing, only the corners of his eyes that had been rubbed red earlier looked pitiful.

He looked at it, and suddenly felt sad in his heart.

For so many days, he has worked hard to bring Zhao Qian something he can leave behind.

However, Zhao Qian still didn't love to laugh as much as before.

He began to think whether it would be better to tell Zhao Qian the truth from the beginning.

In this way, at least the other party will work hard to manage the remaining days with him.

Thinking of this, a sudden impulse made him speak.

"Zhao Qian, I..."

"I know, you are different from others."

Zhao Qian cut off his words and took out the long silver hair from his pocket.

"No matter what you say, I believe you. Maybe the truth is unbelievable, but I knew from the first moment I saw you that you are different from us, and different from all ordinary people living in this world. "

How could life be so beautiful, like an elf, a fairy, or a visitor from afar who is incompatible with this world.

This was the thought he had when he saw Yinsu for the first time.

But such a beautiful person likes to eat hoofs, grow Chinese cabbage, and read simple and life-like books.

Occasionally he would wake up in the middle of the night, looking at Yinsuban's upright sleeping posture, and the still cold hand covering his heart.

He sometimes wonders if this is a gift from his dead parents.

Such an elegant and beautiful person, don't ask for anything from him, but give him tolerance for all the nonsense.

Unlike his brother, but filling his empty and disturbing life.

"It doesn't matter, Santa Claus will bring gifts to children who sincerely wish every year. This year, I will lie to Santa Claus and say that I am only five years old, I just grow up too fast, and then..."

Zhao Qian's voice suddenly choked, hoarse and difficult.

"Then trick him into fulfilling my wish..."

The teardrops that had been endured for a long time dripped on the hair in the palm of his hand, he lowered his head, and the broken hair blocked his sad and fragile eyes.

Yin Su looked up blankly at the roof of the car.

I remembered that he lied to Zhao Qian that he was a young man.

At that time, Zhao Qian was foolish enough to believe it.

It's just that Zhao Qian, who kept saying that he was only five years old and wanted to cheat Santa Claus for a gift, was keenly aware of everything and didn't ask anything.

The first time he saw Zhao Qian, in the majestic heavy rain, he saw the smile in the other party's heart, like a warm and warm sun.

But now he's starting to understand.

It turns out that being a human is not always so happy.

He leaned back in his chair, keeping his head up all the time.

"Zhao Qian, can you stay in Bauhinia Garden tomorrow too?"

Zhao Qian nodded, but worried that Yin Su would not be able to see him, so he answered with a sob.

"Um……"

"I think……"

He finally tried to say the words.

But for the first time, he felt that these words were so cruel to Zhao Qian, and even his heart began to ache.

"I think you can send me away."

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a muffled thunder in the clear sky, and the pouring rain made a dull sound on the roof of the car.

Wu Mingyuan, who was sitting in front, was taken aback, and quickly turned on the wipers, but fortunately, the remaining road was not long.

With his head down, Zhao Qian hunched his back, and in the shadows he could vaguely see the transparent water drop falling down to his chin, but he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.

The tails of Yin Su's eyes were slightly red with his head raised, and his dark eyes gradually faded.

The last black hair hidden in the white hair finally turned silvery white from the root to the end.

The hands held by the two were getting tighter and tighter, so hard that they wanted to melt their bones and blood into it.

It's just that one person raised his head and the other lowered his eyes. In the silent space, no one dared to glance at each other.

"Zhao Qian, thank you."

The silver-gray eyes are filled with tenderness, like a king stepping from a high god to the mortal world.

Zhao Qian shook his head, holding his hand began to tremble.

He smiled and said, "This year, you must remember to make a wish."

"it is good……"

The author has something to say: When I wrote this paragraph, I paused several times before finishing it