Little Gold Cup and Big BMW

Caesar: Do you know this guy? [picture]

Chen: Oh my god, I actually know...

Chen: This guy is a private eye like me.how did he dieAlso because of investigating you?I rely on fortunately I left early!

Caesar: You said that the person who commissioned you to investigate me was a foreigner. Do you remember anything about him? Tell me in detail.

Chen: That guy doesn’t look like a Western European in appearance, he is not big, and his skin is dark. He speaks Chinese and English, but the Chinese is only at the level of daily communication. English, it sounds like an accent, not very authentic, you know I usually I also often watch British and American dramas, and I can still hear the difference.

Kaimeron leaned back in his chair, looked at the chat box and fell into deep thought, who is investigating his past?It couldn't be the old guy, they knew all about his life experience from Polaris to the island country to Cameron, his lineage was indisputable, it was impossible for the old guys to doubt the authenticity of his identity.According to Kang Chen, the other party seems to be trying to prove that he is not Kai Molong, but why, who does he want to prove to?What good does it do that person to prove it?

The dialog box at the bottom of the screen pops up again:

Chen: Speaking of which, how did you find me?I have come to Australia and I can still be found by you. Can I escape happily? !

Cameron exited the mailbox.

He Lanba was in a bad mood after having that dream. He went to the 06-hour convenience store downstairs to buy instant noodles at 30:24 in the morning. When he came back with a bag of instant noodles, he ran into two people carrying trash cans downstairs. The cleaning staff, He Lanba overheard the conversation between the two.

"Let me tell you, there must be local tyrants living in this building. This is the third mobile phone I picked up this week!"

"Why throw it away when it looks good? Waste!"

He Lanba returned to the apartment with mixed feelings, and was surprised to see Kai Molong coming out of his bedroom. The black shirt on Kai Molong's body was only two buttons buttoned, with a large chest muscle exposed, which looked like clothes Halfway through the clothes, I suddenly felt something was wrong and ran downstairs, and when I saw him, I immediately said in a low voice, "Where did you go?"

He Lanba picked up the instant noodles in his hand and put them on the coffee table: "Have a bowl? I don't think you're in the mood to cook these days. Single men have to eat instant noodles to make the picture beautiful..." At this point Feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange, when he looked up, he saw Kai Molong's sullen expression.

"Neither you nor I are single." Cameron said emphatically.

In the dim living room, He Lanba looked straight into Kaimolong's eyes, and for a moment seemed to see the golden lion that imprisoned him tenderly in his dream again.He nodded without saying anything, turned and went into the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, the two sat at the end of the coffee table and ate instant noodles in silence. He Lanba picked up the noodles absently, and with a slip of his hand, a big poke of the noodles fell back into the bowl, and the bright red noodle soup splashed directly In the direction of Cameron.

Helanba stopped with his chopsticks in mid-air, looking at Kai Molong who was slowly looking down at his chest, neither of them noticed that Kai Molong's shirt was only buttoned with two buttons until now, so fortunately, the bright red The soup didn't splash on the expensive Zegna shirt, unfortunately, it splashed directly on the honey-colored pectoral muscles of the erotic prince.

He Lanba stared at the bright red color on Kaimolong's chest, and couldn't help thinking without restraint, this picture really whets the appetite...

Kai Molong then raised his eyes and looked at him as if blaming him, He Lanba hastily pulled a tissue and leaned over: "Hehe, I'm sorry..."

Before the word "thinking" was finished, Kai Molong held his hand and pressed it firmly to his chest.There was only a layer of tissue paper between his fingers and Kaimeron's chest muscles, and the warm noodle soup soaked through the paper towel quickly wet his palms. He Lanba stared at Kaimeron's hand that was pressing tighter and tighter on the back of his hand, wanting to be chic You can say "Fuck, how did you train your chest muscles so hard" or joke "Kai Molong, if you dare to shock me with your chest muscles, we are really friends", but in the end, there is only one sentence left in my mind: "It's over." , feel the heartbeat..."

The chest muscles are as strong as armor and can no longer hide the faster and faster heartbeat. The erotic prince stared at him with bright eyes: "I don't want to eat instant noodles..."

He Lanba fell headlong on the sofa, sweating profusely and dizzy. It took him a while to recover, looking at the still rotating ceiling: "Kai Molong, I'm about to be anemic because of you..."

"That's because you're really anemic, I didn't do it." Kaimeron's voice was above, his breath had already calmed down, "Do you want to drink some of my blood?"

He Lanba couldn't think about it, and quickly grabbed the glasses on the side and put them on: "Can we exchange courtesy once?"

Kaimo Longguang was naked and knelt on his lap and looked down at him, smiling ambiguously, but didn't speak.

It was rare for Helanba to see such Kaimolong clearly through the 1500-degree thick fog. He noticed that there was light slowly moving upwards from Kaimolong's waist. The quietly rising golden color reached Kaimolong's beautifully shaped chin, and when it moved all the way to his lips, He Lanba also heard the sound of a thud in his chest.

Kaimeron lowered his head and stared into his eyes for a moment, then smiled and said, "The sun has come out."

He Lanba leaned back on the sofa, the sun poured in from the balcony behind him, shining on Kaimo Long's handsome face and perfectly proportioned body, facing the light, those skin, hair tips, eyebrows and eyelashes were still shining. The unevaporated sweat made Kaimolong shine like a god.

The two of them just looked at each other quietly, as if they were reading a book, devoting themselves seriously, with no distractions.

Many years later, He Lanba still clearly remembers this scene. On the sofa at sunrise, the two people treated each other sincerely, but without any hint of eroticism.

Kai Molong pulled a tissue from the coffee table and handed it to He Lanba: "Wipe it."

He Lanba froze for a moment, then took off his glasses belatedly, touched the corners of his eyes, and there were indeed wet marks.

Kai Molong looked at Mr. Screenwriter who hurriedly wiped off the shameful liquid: "Next time, if you can handle it, I will let you fuck me."

He Lanba's glasses couldn't help but light up when he heard the words, as if a lost boat had found the lighthouse again, but then he thought something was wrong: "Wait, doesn't that mean that every time I want to fuck you, I have to be fucked by you first?"

"It's fine if you don't want to." Kaimo Longyun turned over lightly.

He Lanba had no choice: "Yes, I didn't say no!"

Kai Molong stretched out his hand with a smile on his face: "Happy cooperation."

He Lanba held that hand with complicated emotions.

Although the shadow of Deppon Express still shrouded the apartment, the two of them tacitly did not mention it during this time, but Kai Molong's abnormality He Lanba also noticed it.Except for going to lectures with him twice a week, Mr. Kay hardly ever went out, so he went downstairs early every morning to buy a newspaper, but he didn't see much of it.

At noon that day, He Lanba asked Pang Li to submit the second draft of the script. Kai Molong wanted to go with him, but he refused.

"You're not from the crew, it's inconvenient in the past." He Lanba buttoned his shirt in the bathroom.

After a while, Kai Molong said behind him: "Then you come back early."

He Lanba paused for a moment while buttoning his buttons, feeling a wonderful sense of being missed by his wife, so he readily agreed: "I'll be back in two hours."

Kai Molong took the car key on the coffee table and threw it to him: "Go with my car."

He Lanba was rather flattered when he received the key: "No need, those juniors and juniors all know that I'm a dick."

"I'm not here to help you pretend to be an upstart," Kaimeron sat down lazily on the sofa, "I'm just to remind you that I'm still waiting for you."

He Lanba shook his head and said "Let's go", waved his hands behind him and stepped out of the hallway.

"Helan Ba," Kai Molong called out to him again, shrugging innocently on the sofa, "I don't have a mobile phone, and your phone is in arrears for a long time."

The implication is that I can't get in touch with you, so you have to be more conscious.He Lanba closed the door with a full stomach, then turned back and frowned at the door, how docile Kai Molong was when he appeared at his door with a suitcase, was it the way of feeding him?This warm man ran all the way to the dark side, can he live together happily?

When he came to the garage, Xiao Jinbei and the big BMW looked at him side by side. He Lanba held his forehead in a dilemma for a while, and finally got into Kaimolong's BMW X5.

The agreed meeting place was Starbucks, and the group sat on the second floor. Pang Li and the two leading actors were concentrating on the script in their hands, and no one spoke.He Lanba felt that the atmosphere was a bit unbearable, and he usually watched and discussed it, but now he was the only one sitting there...

"Senior."

Finally came, Helan Ba ​​put down his coffee cup and looked up, ready to be complained about, but saw Pang Li wiped the corner of his eyes with a distorted expression of not knowing whether to cry or laugh: "The ending is really well written, I Almost crying."

This reaction caught He Lanba unexpectedly, and he asked half-believingly: "...Really?"

"It's really great!" Yuan Xia also had a bloody expression on his face, "I can't wait to see the finished picture!"

Pang Li nodded and sighed again: "It's just that it's a bit difficult to shoot..."

It was only then that He Lanba realized that this was just a micro movie, and the last scene in the script was set on a yacht, which was a little too much for a student who hadn’t graduated from the School of Film and Television. Blame him for the habit of writing scripts over budget: " Then don't use this ending, just change it..."

"Hey don't!" Pang Li hurriedly said, "I like this! I want to shoot it even if I sell it!"

He Lanba looked at the girl who was the first to hold the script in her arms, and couldn't help laughing as she sipped her coffee.

Miss Pang Li blushed quickly, and hurriedly lowered her head to flip through the script: "Ah, that, senior... Can you change the part of the passionate scene? The part you wrote is a bit too... heavy..."

He Lanba almost spit out a sip of coffee, black lines and cold sweat flowed together, thinking about it carefully, he only wrote about the upper body, he didn't even use a restricted word, coughed: "Is there any?"

"Although the picture is very vague, but I don't know why, it's just..." Pang Li frowned and considered her vocabulary, "It seems to be very intense...it's better to be subtle."

"I think it's quite touching," Yuan Xia sniggered aside, "It's enough to make people blush~~"

He Lanba took the script and watched the passionate scene over and over again, what the hell is this, isn't it like this before?Sure enough, those who are close to "ink" are black...

Pang Li said: "Because I'm a high school student, so be a little younger..."

"A little more erotic?" He Lanba raised his head sharply.

"It's youthful, not erotic!" Director Pang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, holding his skirt with both hands, with reverie in his eyes, "The two teenagers tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, looking forward to and fearful, this scene should make people's heart beat, but don't blush, After that, he turned to Mr. Screenwriter with a smile on his face, "I have confidence in my senior!"

He Lanba smiled reluctantly, high school... When I think of high school, I can only think of Caesar's Wannian poker face. Although I haven't eaten any forbidden fruit, that guy is not young at all. I can't help but think of it here. Smiling wryly, what crime did he do in his previous life, how did he end up with such a sloppy and careless confession?The otaku screenwriter looked at the BMW X5 parked downstairs at Starbucks, and thought bitterly, he was really stupid at that time, he should order that guy to come back immediately, and confess to him in a proper manner, and it would be best to match him again Love letter.

But with Caesar's exasperating temperament, he can already imagine the hardships of the training process——

"Write love letters on notebook paper, you are really saving..."

"Since we're all using letter paper, it won't be difficult to wrap an envelope, right?"

"Caesar, I'm warning you, let me see you throwing the letter in front of me like this next time, and you will give it to my school girl and hand it to me with both hands."

"Write "I love you" on such a big piece of paper? Don't you know what environmental protection is?

"I'm not asking you to tear the paper into strips, I'm asking you to write more things on the paper! Is my expressiveness really so bad?...Why are you looking at me like that? It's your face when someone confesses to someone ?"

"You don't need to write those dreams you had in the middle of the night... If you really don't know what to write, just look forward to the future..."

"Even if you look forward to the future, these things can't be written in a love letter so straightforwardly? ... There is no reason, have you ever seen someone write something like wanting to have sex with you in a love letter? ... That's what you think in your heart You can't write like that!"

"Forget it, bring a pen and paper!... How difficult this is, look good, first of all, don't get on the topic at the beginning, you have to give others a little room to adapt, such as 'Caesar, I wrote you this letter suddenly, I hope It won't bother you...' Then tell when you started to have special feelings for each other, such as 'Every time you drink water from the sink behind the basketball court, I look at you...' Although it’s a confession, don’t forget to play the sympathy card, such as, “I can’t tolerate this kind of card stealing…” Then I have to give the other party strong medicine.” Yesterday evening I decided to officially end my card stealing card life, I asked myself if I really like you, and the answer was, yes, I like you...'”

The hand holding the pen seemed to be seized by a force, by the ordinary but beautiful word on the letter paper.

I "like" you, indescribably "like".

So knowing that it is impossible, I still can't help but look to the future at night. In that future that cannot be treated by outsiders, you are still under my protection, and you will still watch me as always. For this gaze, I can You can laugh, you can cry, you can throw your fist, you can kneel, for this me who can laugh, cry, throw a fist and kneel, you are willing to become less rebellious and stay by my side with peace of mind, day after day, month after month Months, years and years until we hear each other's last breaths.

There is an old song that was very popular many years ago in the coffee shop. He Lanba used it as the inspirational background music when he was writing an idol drama. Hearing it today, I feel that this song is still shining and has never faded .

Ineverhad dream come true Tiltheday that I found you Even though I pretend that I've moved on You'll always be mybaby

Inever found the words say You're the one I think about each day And I know no matter where life takes me to Apart of me will always be with you A good love song fills you with happiness, and happiness gives you courage.He seems to have really returned to the roof back then, and he is bowing his head on the back of Kaiser's ineffective love letter, demonstrating the standard format of the love letter. When he wrote "Yes, I like you", he couldn't help stopping his pen. In this love letter template that was unknowingly completed in one go, he pondered for a while: "Caesar, if I accept your love letter, you must remember to smile at me, okay?"

It was very quiet on the rooftop, and Kaiser was by his side, but he didn’t answer, only the shadow in the sun was projected on the letter paper that was shaking in the wind. He waited patiently for a long time, and finally couldn’t help but look up——

There was no one around, and there was no one on the huge rooftop except him.It seemed that the moment he raised his head, the phantom, shadow, and sense of existence were all swept away by a gust of wind, leaving him alone with that love letter that could never be sent.

The raindrops fell on the windowpane, and Helanba's chest was filled with a huge hole. No matter how beautiful it was, it was not a memory...

It's so beautiful, but it's not a memory...

The coffee was cold and bitter, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the bean-sized raindrops were crackling on the roof of the X5, as if they were going to blast a hole in the roof. Mr. BMW, whose son was dimmed, could hear the voice of Pang Li, Yuan Xia, and Yu Zhengrong chatting about the script, the soothing background music of the coffee shop, and a pair of high school students in the field of vision were running past the BMW with their heads covered. Speeding past, waves of rain splashed on the door of the X5.

Lightning suddenly lit up in the sky, and thunder rolled.

He Lanba watched the rainwater splashing on the body of the BMW X5, splashing non-stop on the windshield, and the leaves knocked down by the heavy rain and strong wind scattered all over the roof and front hood.

He blinked in a daze, and through the windshield of the BMW X5 reflecting the water, he seemed to see the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony of the apartment. Behind the glass dripping with rain, he walked in and out of various rooms in the living room, study, kitchen, unwilling to be lonely. He turned on the TV, turned on the chandelier, drank coke, made coffee, read newspapers, flipped through magazines, moved Brother Teddy from one side of the sofa to the other, played poker on the coffee table, and sent himself a , and sent another one to Brother Teddy on the opposite side...

"Go back." He heard himself blurt out unconsciously.

Pang Li was chatting enthusiastically with the two leading actors, and was taken aback when he heard this.

He Lanba looked at the three of them: "If there are no other problems with the script, let's stop here today." He looked back out the window, pouted, "I have to go back and return the car, the person who lent me the car is very mean."