I don't want to play anymore

It wasn't until the crew sent their car on the road and Zhao Duoduo called that Zhang Ye remembered that he had called him before going swimming.Wu Zhen simply didn't want any rumors that would be unfavorable to him and Cheng Yang from the crew. Now that he was going to the left bank, there were no crew members there, so he didn't have such concerns, so Zhang Ye arranged for Zhao Duoduo to rest in the hotel.

The two sat in the back row of the car, one on each side of the car door, watching the night scene on the street, chatting occasionally, and the driver brother would sometimes intervene, but most of the time the car was silent.

When the car arrived at the entrance of the hotel, the driver asked loudly, "Should I wait here or come to pick me up later?"

Zhang Ye said: "No, it's over, let the hotel send us a car to take us back."

The driver couldn't wait for this: "Okay, get out of the car slowly."

The two went through the formalities at the front desk of the hotel, Zhang Ye turned to leave, Cheng Yang didn't move, and said to the front desk: "How much is the fee?"

The front desk smiled and said: "Our hotel cooperates with Mr. Zhang's company, and the fee is settled on a monthly basis, so there is no need to pay for the time being."

Zhang Ye turned his face to look at Cheng Yang, and said to the front desk: "You report the amount to him."

So the front desk told Cheng Yang a figure, and Cheng Yang thought it was okay, he could afford it.

Upstairs, the reception staff led the two to the dressing room on one side, Cheng Yang said to Zhang Ye: "Add a WeChat."

Zhang Ye knew that he wanted to transfer money, so he said first: "Let's AA, you transfer half of it, and I won't accept any more."

Cheng Yang explained: "But you are teaching me to swim."

Zhang Ye pinched the thin phone screen with his thumb and index finger and turned it around: "I want to swim by myself, the swimming pool is not for you alone."

Cheng Yang didn't say anything else, unlocked the phone, clicked on WeChat, saw Zhang Ye, and reported a series of numbers, Cheng Yang entered it and clicked on the application to add friends.

The system popped up a dialog box to remind him that the addition was successful, and Zhang Ye's WeChat name was Yiye Zhanmu.

Cheng Yang clicked transfer, divided the number reported to him by the front desk just now by two and sent it.

Zhang Ye smiled slightly when he saw the number, and accepted the transfer from Cy.

The two entered a dressing room each, Zhang Ye did not immediately change clothes, but leaned in front of the cabinet, and clicked on the WeChat circle of friends nicknamed Cy.

Cheng Yang's circle of friends is very clean, not because it is set to be visible for three days or half a year, but because he has hardly posted anything. The only circle of friends was posted more than a year ago, with only a few simple words: today is a Good day.

Zhang Ye answered subconsciously in his mind, "It's booming." He smiled, turned off the phone, and threw it in the cabinet.

After changing into his swimsuit, Zhang Ye casually grabbed a towel and put it around his neck, and pushed the door out. The figure in the distance was reflected in his eyelids, and he couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

The corridor was empty, and the lights cast cold colors on the marble-decorated walls and floors. Cheng Yang was standing in front of the wall, looking at the fire escape plan hanging above.The black swimsuit wraps his body. His slender legs and tight arms are white under the light. The swimsuit he chose is not too tight, but because of the material, it fits his body better and outlines the His beautiful back and waist line, looking from the side, only think that his waist and chest are very thin, and his legs are long and straight.

Too thin, Zhang Ye thought to himself, and he strode over: "Let's go."

The past of the water bar is the swimming pool.The floor is too high, and the floor-to-ceiling windows on the opposite side are pitch black, with no view at all. The swimming pool is hundreds of square meters, and the water waves are blue, extending to the bottom of the window. Again and again, the vast and ethereal atmosphere.

Cheng Yang's footsteps couldn't help slowing down. Looking at such a large expanse of water, he felt dizzy for a while, and even breathing became difficult.

Zhang Ye walked ahead, went into the water and swam a small circle back, saw that he was still standing on the shore, looking up at him: "Come down." After saying that, he splashed water on him.

Cheng Yang took a deep breath, leaned on the railing and went into the water. Although the depth of the water near the shore was only 1.2 meters, he still felt stiff from being wrapped in the current. He closed his eyes for a while and opened them again, walking towards Zhang Page: "Let's get started."

The surrounding light was not too bright, Zhang Ye failed to notice Cheng Yang's strangeness, he wiped the water from his face, and pushed back his wet bangs, revealing his smooth forehead: "Let me demonstrate to you first. "

Cheng Yang nodded, trying not to look at the water in front of him, but locked his eyes on Zhang Ye's face.

The surrounding is very quiet, and the cool wind from the diffuser blows on people's faces, giving people the illusion of being on the beach at night.

Cheng Yang's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were too focused, showing a bit of childishness instead. Part of his brows and eyes were covered by his fine black hair, and the ends of his eyes were slightly red, as if he was resisting something and relying on something. Staring with such eyes, Zhang Ye felt in a trance that he seemed to be omnipotent. He could give the other party infinite power with just a move of a finger. The feeling of being needed made him lose his mind for a moment. The coach repeated the essentials of the movements that were asked word for word, and at the same time cooperated with the body movements.

Cheng Yang stared at Zhang Ye's fluttering lips, his thoughts were still inevitably submerged by the overwhelming water waves.

There was no one around.

Waves a few meters high rushed from the end of his vision, the sea breeze poured into his ears, there was a loud bang, and the sky and earth changed colors in his vision.

Frightened, frightened, he backed up again and again, his toes stuck in the sand, he fell, got up, and finally couldn't help crying. He tried to find the woman on the muddy water, and asked her what he had done wrong. This was done to him, but the wind and waves were so loud that no one could hear him.

He ran towards the shore instinctively, and when he fell, he got up and ran again, and he didn't feel any pain when his feet were scratched by shellfish in the sand.

But he was still too small, so small that even with all his strength, he couldn't escape the wall of water that fell from behind.

The field of vision is full of water, overwhelming the sky.

His whole body hurt, his head was dizzy, and the salty sea water filled his mouth in an instant. He cried and called 'Grandpa' and 'Daddy'.

The breath was so weak that even he himself could not hear it, his soft and weak body was wrapped in the sea water, like a helpless wave...

Zhang Ye finally noticed his abnormality, stopped his gestures, slowly lowered his arm, raised it again, and shook his palm in front of his eyes.

"Cheng Yang?"

Cheng Yang's breathing became more and more difficult. With that cry, the tide in his mind gradually receded, and the large swath of water in his retina was covered by the facial features of the nearby chapters. He suddenly recovered and looked at him with wide eyes. Finally, he couldn't help but bend down slightly, and let out a series of stuffy coughs.

Zhang Ye saw that he was not standing still, so he grabbed his shoulder accurately and changed his tone: "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Cold air rushed into his throat, and he coughed violently again.

Zhang Ye quickly made a decision, and led him to the shore. The wet water splashed on his face. Cheng Yang gradually became more conscious, but the sense of fear was still lingering. He subconsciously held Zhang Ye's arm: " I don't want to learn anymore." The voice was trembling, like a string about to be split.

"Are you afraid of water?" Zhang Ye asked, staring at him in disbelief.

There was concern on the handsome face covered with drops of water, and the breath from the nostrils sprayed on his face. The light breath made Cheng Yang feel a little more at ease, and he nodded weakly.

"Afraid of water, why didn't you say it earlier?" Zhang Ye pulled his face back a little from his field of vision, stopped, and looked at him in surprise.

The water here only reaches the chest level, so is it afraid that it will be like this?Zhang Ye's thoughts turned, and he pushed his face closer again, staring at him: "Have you ever drowned?"

Cheng Yang's face was pale, he stared at Zhang Ye's dark pupils for a second, lowered his gaze, and nodded slightly.

Zhang Ye didn't know whether he was annoyed or depressed, he let out a 'heh', and then hugged Cheng Yang from the water.

The scene in the field of vision was instantly reversed, the pupils contracted due to excessive fear, and the fingers convulsed involuntarily. The next second, the arm was pressed against a wide and warm chest, and there was a strong beating in the chest cavity. He did not step on it. Kong, there are people around him, this kind of cognition made him settle down, let go of his fingers, turned his face to look at the chapter page, his gaze went from bottom to top, followed by the sliding Adam's apple, the handsome jaw, the high straight nose...

Zhang Ye's eyes suddenly dropped, and he met Cheng Yang's wet eyes: "I..." He didn't know what he wanted to say.

Then, Zhang Ye lifted Cheng Yangtuo on the surface of the water and walked towards the shore. An unspeakable sense of irritability welled up in his body, and he couldn't explain clearly. Then, a somewhat impatient expression appeared on his face, and his tone changed. The ice went down: "Don't learn, let Lao Wu use a substitute."

Cheng Yang's lips parted a few times, but in the end he did not say anything, but tightly pressed into a line.

Back on the shore, Zhang Ye grabbed the towel and threw it to him, and took the other one to wipe the water from his neck and went to the changing room.

When he came to the corner, he looked back. Cheng Yang's knees were slightly bent, his back was leaning against the wall, his head was hanging down, and he covered his entire face with a towel.

Zhang Ye suspected that he might be crying behind a towel. Everyone has something to be afraid of. Once he understood Cheng Yang's fear from himself and others, the irritability in his heart would go away.Walking to the dressing room, he rinsed under the shower, changed his clothes, and took a hair dryer to blow his hair a few times. When he came out again, Cheng Yang was nowhere to be seen.

The room temperature at the swimming pool is set low, and the wind in the diffuser is blowing. It is inevitable that you will feel cold when you come out of the shower. Zhang Ye went straight to the bar and said to the waiter, "Make me two cups of cooked Pu ,Thanks."

Holding hot tea, he walked to the dressing room. In the corridor, he saw Cheng Yang coming out. He hadn't figured out why his tone was so bad just now, but he was suspected of overstepping his role by asking the director to use a stand-in. He has no right to do that and needs an explanation.

Both of them stopped and said in unison: "I..."

After a pause, Zhang Ye said, "You speak first."

Cheng Yang has calmed down, although his face is still pale: "I drowned when I was a child, but it was at the seaside. I thought I was not afraid of the water in the swimming pool. I didn't mean to hide it from you, and I didn't expect it to happen. Feel sorry……"

He understood Zhang Ye's irritability at the last moment. If something happened to him, Zhang Ye would be responsible for it, so he had to explain it clearly.

Zhang Ye was stunned for a moment, and passed the hot tea over: "It's okay."

Cheng Yang took the tea and thanked him. He might have been frightened just now and felt cold all over. After holding the tea, he couldn't wait to take a sip. The frivolous and slightly sweet tea soup slid down his throat, and the discomfort in his whole body was relieved a little. Relieved, he looked up at the chapter page: "What did you want to say just now?"

Zhang Ye paused: "Oh, I just want to say, if you don't feel comfortable talking to Wu Zhen, I'll explain it for you, and what's more, if you don't want him to know that you are afraid of water, just talk about other reasons , I won't say it."

Cheng Yang shook his head lightly: "That's not necessary, I'll tell the director myself." He tried his best to show his composure, drank two more sips of tea, and said to Zhang Ye: "It's still early, why don't you go for a swim? ?”

Zhang Ye scratched his neck and walked to the bench beside him: "I don't really want to swim either. Since I don't want to learn anymore, I'll ask them to refund me later."

"Oh," Cheng Yang hadn't completely recovered from the stressful state, and was taken aback for a moment, "That's unnecessary."

"I mean other guests might want to use the venue," explained Zhang Ye.

"Oh, yes." Cheng Yang said.

It didn't even take half an hour for the two of them to go out. The receptionist behind the bar felt strange and looked at them a few more times.

On the way back, the two of them didn't speak to each other, they were still the same as when they went there, one on each side, the street scene outside the window flowed slowly like a curtain, and neither of them really took a look.

Cheng Yang felt weak all over his body, he broke apart and shattered a little bit, thinking about the past that he couldn't get rid of, trying to find clues to solve it, Zhang Ye was also examining his own heart, he knew that the moment of irritability was not because Cheng Yang had concealed it from him Fear caused him to bear some responsibility, but he couldn't figure out what it was.Glancing to the other side from the corner of his eye, Cheng Yang stared intently at the glass window, all the details of his face were hidden in the dim light of the carriage.

When they arrived at the entrance of the hotel, they each got out of the car. The side of Zhang Ye was near the entrance, and they waited for Cheng Yang to approach on the steps. However, the two of them passed through the revolving door one after the other and walked towards the elevator. The building stopped, and when he stepped into the metal cabin, Cheng Yang's cell phone rang. He picked it up and turned it on. After reading the message, he frowned.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ye caught a glimpse of his face and asked in surprise.

"Old Wang, he said he has a video of me in his hand." Cheng Yang also looked surprised and puzzled, he couldn't think of any video that he could use as a handle to flow into Lao Wang's hands.

The voice fell, and another message came in, and the two looked down at the screen together.

It's a video message from Lao Wang.