Mr. Xu is an attack, he was reborn

"leo."

The lover blinked, raised the phone, reluctant to hang up, and didn't want to show a funny beard, so he only let Mr. Xu look into his eyes.

But the eyes are also not very energetic because of getting up early and going to bed late, the curled eyelashes lost their playful meaning, and rested heavily on the eyelids, looking very pitifully depressed.

He wanted to say that filming is hard work, the weather here is like a big steamer, the skin hurts when the sweat drips on the face, it is hot when wearing clothes, and it is also hot when not wearing clothes, every time I take off the costume, there is a large patch of prickly heat on the back, But when the words came to his lips, he was unable to speak them out.

If the person opposite is not Qingfeng Jiyue's benefactor, or the cold-faced Mr. Xu, the lover's complaints will not be blunt, but facing the sweetheart, those resentments and resentments will not be able to speak.

There was glistening sweat on the lover's forehead, and his long eyelashes were blinking. He was not like a sharp star on the screen, but like a big boy who just fell in love.

He moved his phone and firmly covered his beard from the camera: "Leo, let's play a game for a while."

Mr. Xu was sitting in the bedroom with a brown pillow in the background, and he seemed to be about to fall asleep. The silver silk pajamas on him were unbuttoned, giving him a sense of laziness.

The little lover took a quick glance, his heart was full of traffic, and his eyes were erratic.

Mr. Xu nodded and did not refuse. The background of the video call also changed with the movement of the host. Mr. Xu left the bedroom and walked into the living room. Behind him was the half-opened floor-to-ceiling window, where he could vaguely see the magnificent night view of the seaside.

The little lover turned on the computer and logged into her account.

A strong monster with purple skin and gnarled muscles appeared in the rainforest. The monster had a rough appearance, an unshaven beard, and was wearing a silver armor. He was holding a first-level giant axe. As soon as it was loaded, it rushed towards the little spider's nest.

Here, Mr. Xu logged in to the game, loaded it successfully, and received the news that his teammates had died and returned to the birth point.

Mr. Xu rubbed his eyebrows, manipulated the character to push open the door, and sure enough there was a violent demon standing in the rags next door. He looked at the progress bar, and it was 3 minutes before the resurrection.

The lover's voice came out from the phone: "Leo, it's raining here, is it raining on the beach?"

Mr. Xu was stunned for a moment, and looked out of the window. The magnificent night scene came into his eyes, the lights were harmonious, and the family was reunited.

"It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, Leo."

"Ah."

Mr. Xu's body was stiff, and he slowly got on the game keyboard.

He watered the flowers at the door unhurriedly, his sympathizer was talking leisurely, his lover was running around all over the map, there was a strong wind outside the hotel, thunder and lightning, but Mr. Xu's house was very quiet, and the TV was not turned on. Only the click of keyboards.

The lover didn't want to talk about the hardships of filming. He told Mr. Xu the scenery here, the frogs on rainy days, the clouds on sunny days, the green willows on the river bank, the withered lotus in Mingyue Lake, and the actress who played Xue Ji, who was desperate to eat. He was caught by the agent for eating fried chicken, and his face was covered in blood.

He babbled, but his thoughts drifted too far, and the sticky thoughts in his head were too scary.

He wanted to say, I like you, and I want you to visit me on the set.

But he didn't dare to say that there was a gap called politeness between him and Xu Ao.

Zhou Guican couldn't guess whether Xu Ao had any intention of liking him, and he couldn't enter the safe zone that Xu Ao had set for himself.

Before he came out to film, Mr. Xu once had a banquet and drank some wine, but he couldn't wait for his lover who came home to pick him up in a car.

The car stopped in front of the sycamore tree, passed through the guests in the hall, and learned that Mr. Xu was sobering up upstairs, so he stepped on the stairs and went upstairs.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows are clean and bright. Outside the window, it is not known when the drizzle will continue, like gray fog.

The lover was light and silent, and saw a familiar figure. Mr. Xu and his friend stood in front of the window drinking and watching the rain fall. No one spoke for a long time. At first, I was afraid that you would still not be able to let go of Ah Qiong after all these years, but now that you are willing to live together with someone, I have something on my mind."

Mr. Xu didn't speak, and after a while, he heard a low and indifferent voice reply: "I haven't forgotten."

The friend shook the wine glass: "Jin Zai, don't be stubborn."

He said a few more words to Mr. Xu, and when he looked up, he saw the quiet lover, an overly handsome and upright young man, tall and tall, with a bit of youthfulness remaining on his face, but his eyes were very calm and focused, without blinking He looked at Mr. Xu's back without disturbing him.

The friend lowered his head and said something to Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu looked back at his lover, his eyes were much deeper than usual, he nodded, and looked back at Luo Yu with an indifferent expression.

My friend had no choice but to walk towards the stairs. He is from the seaside, and like Mr. Xu, he can occasionally use the seaside dialect. When he passed by his lover, he suddenly stopped and smiled in a low voice, which was meaningful: "Isn't it Zhou Guican, Jin?" If you like him, just stay with him, but never open your mouth, and don't let him know that you like him, I'll do it for you, trust me."

The lover was taken aback, looked at the man's back strangely, and didn't answer.

After a while, he walked up to Mr. Xu and watched the rain fall with him for half an hour before driving home with him.

On the way, Mr. Xu leaned against the co-pilot to doze off, his lover's eyes were flickering, and his heart was full of sorrow, and he asked a soft word: "Xu Sheng, who is Arjun."

Mr. Xu seemed to have fallen asleep, and his lover didn't expect to answer. After a long time, he heard the man's low and indifferent voice.

"Xu Qiong, it's my sister."

The lover was stunned for a long time, not daring to look at Mr. Xu's opened eyes, and he didn't ask any more questions. He had a hunch that if he kept asking, he wouldn't stay with Mr. Xu long.

He drove home, and Mr. Xu didn't talk to him from the beginning to the end.

Xu Ao didn't seem to see Zhou Guican at all, he locked himself in the room, didn't speak, didn't do anything, and didn't communicate with others.

It took about a week for the situation to get better, but the lover didn't dare to ask why.

Until now, this is also the knot in Zhou Guican's heart. He looked out of the window, and his thoughts returned to the present.

Mr. Xu played games with him, and Zhou Guican moved the keyboard, thinking that this is very good.

The weather in City X is very hot, he has been out for too long, he wants to go back to the beach to drink soup, play Sudoku with Mr. Xu, and add some hot water to his white porcelain cup.

He wanted to see Mr. Xu standing in front of the coffee machine pouring coffee and biting bread while eating breakfast.

He wanted to hear every word from those cold but soft lips, even if it had nothing to do with him.

Or touch the soft and cool touch of silver silk, leaving hickey marks on his white and bony fingers.

He wanted to do too much, with romantic thoughts in his head, and gossip in his mouth. His lover said: "Leo, there really is such a person as Cheng Wang. I thought it was made up by the screenwriter. How can someone be so powerful? He is also a man of literary and martial arts. , It’s poetry and poetry again, I can do everything, but I’m sentimental, and I drank dove wine for a little dancer.”

Lover was born in science, but he abandoned his studies when he entered the entertainment industry. Although he was only [-]th in two or three years, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

It’s just that it’s very slow to understand the script every time. If you don’t understand, you just write a thick stack of notes. He said while playing the game, and Mr. Xu slowly told him about that period of history. The mixture of rural anecdotes and official history gradually builds an image of the ancients with clear love and hatred.

"At that time, men had to wear flower crowns when they got married."

"Only in the Heshe area during the East Vietnam period, the red rose has a special meaning."

"what?"

"how."

Mr. Xu's voice was soft and low, like a geese flying across the lake.

The little lover raised his eyes and looked left and right, but he didn't dare to look at Mr. Xu. He remembered the red rose on his face, smiled at Mr. Xu, lowered his eyelids, and blinked his eyes. Junqi, but for some reason, feels lost for no reason.