Employers are also canary pissed off today

"Student Xiaojiang, is that your pure game CP or your object? You are too unsuspecting. How could you drag your CP over to play games in front of me as an outsider?"

"You are so young and your career has just started, don't let others know your relationship status casually!"

After the play, He Wen, who wanted to speak but stopped talking and wanted to stare at him for hours, pulled Jiang Xiannian aside, chattering in a low voice like a cannonball.

Jiang Xiannian nodded first, and answered He asked the first question: "Object."

He also said: "Thank you senior for reminding me, I believe in senior, it doesn't matter."

He is quite accurate in seeing people, and with He Wen's personality, he would not do things against him behind the scenes.

Shocked by Jiang Xiannian's trust and honesty in not treating him as an outsider, He Wen was greatly moved and slapped his chest: "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone!"

Jiang Xiannian smiled: "Thank you, Teacher He Wen."

He Wen rubbed his nose in embarrassment, as if remembering something, and asked again: "Ah! So you said you didn't play games with us at the beginning yesterday to find your partner?"

"I said why is there no one in the room."

Jiang Xiannian said "Yes", "He is nearby."

He Wen rested his cheeks on both hands, enviously said in an old-fashioned tone that didn't match his age: "It's good to be young, if you don't see each other for a few days, you'll die like a fire."

"Go, be careful not to be photographed, there are a lot of paparazzi in the film and television city."

As he spoke, he took a baseball cap and put it on for him like a magic trick.

Jiang Xiannian pushed down the brim of his hat, nodded slightly at He Wen, and left the set.

Just after lunch time after leaving the set, Jiang Xiannian sent Ji Baicen a message, asking him if he wanted to go out to eat or buy groceries and go back to cook.

The hotel is a suite and the kitchen can be used.

Ji Baicen didn't reply to the news over there, Jiang Xiannian thought he might still be asleep.

I didn't send it again for fear of disturbing my dream.

Not long after he returned to the hotel, he opened the door and saw that the curtains were not drawn, and the room was still dimly lit, so he stepped more lightly.

After his eyes got used to the environment from bright to dark, he saw Ji Baicen sitting on the bed with his hands slightly hanging by his side.

It seemed that he had just woken up, and it seemed that he had been sitting there for a long time. When he came in, his eyes were fixed on his face from a distance.

Brother just woke up?

Before Jiang Xiannian could speak, Ji Baicen asked in a hoarse voice:

"Jiang Xiannian, what am I to you?"

Different from the sleeping sound in the morning, Ji Baicen's hoarse voice seemed to be suppressing something tightly.

The glare of the sun could not penetrate the heavy curtains, and Jiang Xiannian could not see the expression on his face clearly.

Unable to tell whether it was because of the problem itself or the suppression of Ji Baicen's hoarse voice, Jiang Xiannian curled up his thumbs and froze in place slightly in a daze.

After a while, Ji Baicen sneered, with a cold mockery in his deep voice, and went straight out.

Jiang Xiannian raised his arm subconsciously, and when he was about to touch it, he lowered it, barely brushing Ji Baicen's loose coat.

Like fallen leaves sliding across the water, so light that there is no trace left.

With a "bang", the heavy wooden door fell, blocking the light seeping in from the corridor.

In the shadow, Jiang Xiannian's amber pupils fluttered slightly, his eyes were all blank.

he does not know.

Before meeting Ji Baicen, he was like a character living in a silent film, unable to hear sound or see color, and surrounded by only the same black and white figures with exaggerated movements and expressions interpreting the meaning he understood or did not understand.

It was Ji Bocen who allowed him to hear the singing of birds and insects, understand the blue sky and green land, and feel likes, dislikes, and joys.

He was grateful to Ji Baicen, but besides Ji Baicen and his employer, what else could Ji Baicen be?

[He Wen: Xiao Jiang, I miss you so much, but it’s okay, I believe we will have more opportunities to cooperate]

【You will get better and better, look forward to seeing you next time】

More than a month passed in the blink of an eye, Jiang Xiannian's role was over, and he received the wrap-up meal and boarded the car for the return journey.

"Tick tick tick", leaning against the window and listening to the notification sound of unread messages coming from the mobile phone, Jiang Xiannian felt like a dream, unreal.

Has two months passed so quickly?

Looking across the top of the contact interface, Jiang Xiannian lowered his eyes and retracted his gaze.

After that day, he never saw Ji Baicen again, and knowingly never sent him any more messages.

Time seemed to be frozen at a certain point, and the intersection of him and Ji Baicen was also frozen.

"Student, you are so handsome, you are a student of Peiying. Is your school starting?"

The thick male voice of the driver in the front row sounded quietly, Jiang Xiannian came back to his senses, and gave a soft "hmm".

It was almost 6 o'clock when he returned to the dormitory. Because of the contract, he returned to school later than other holidays. Now Xu Ziyou and the others came a few days earlier.

Just as Jiang Xiannian turned into the corridor, Xu Ziyou's voice of "Aw" was heard not far away.It was like the most tireless Cicada in early summer, who woke up the whole midsummer with just one sound.

Immediately afterwards, Li Minyu and others also walked out of the 317 dormitory one after another, leaning against the door and saying hello: "Hurry up, Xiannian, the food court has five skewers and one is missing, and I'm waiting for you."

No one asked him why he suddenly went back to the dormitory, they only cared whether he wanted to come back, and greeted him with the most sincere enthusiasm.

Jiang Xiannian pursed his lips and walked towards his friends.

Halfway through the meal, Chang Qing asked, "Xian Nian Xian Nian, is He Wen's autograph coming yet?"

Jiang Xiannian nodded, because He Wen was mentioned, he remembered what he told him to do business on Weibo from time to time.

He also said that it is very suitable to finish today.

After thinking about it, Jiang Xiannian sent Zhang He Wen a photo of him with two words: Finished.

In the picture, he is dressed in white, with a long sword on his shoulders, but the point of the sword point is a few green balls that are painted as facial expressions, sweating profusely, jumping around and hiding.

After posting, he quit Weibo, but by accident, he saw Ji Baicen's profile picture seemed to move.

Jiang Xiannian subconsciously held his breath and stared at the phone without blinking.

It wasn't until his eyes were slightly acidic that he was convinced that it was just his illusion.

In the bustling and colorful bar, Ji Bocen leaned his back against the booth sofa, seemingly casually holding a cup, but actually staring nervously at his phone.

He just looked at Jiang Xiannian's head in a daze as usual, who knew that he accidentally slipped his hand and "patted" the other party.

Ji Baicen was so startled that he almost threw his phone out.

Although he reacted quickly and withdrew without leaving a trace, he still had lingering fears.

Ten minutes passed, but there was no response from Jiang Xiannian.

Ji Baicen calmed down, but felt a little restless and angry.

For the first time, his carefully planned confession was brought to the bottom by Jiang Xiannian's sentence "How much can you give me?" , tearing apart the truth without leaving any room.

Tell him with practical actions that he is just a clown who has been played around.

The hand resting on the cup was silently clenched, and the knuckles were abnormally white.

Ji Baicen became more and more angry.

Because he clearly realized that among all the emotions towards Jiang Xiannian, the more turbulent ones were longing and grievance.

It becomes more apparent over time.

A very beating voice came from beside him, and Mu Luo, who came late, looked gloating: "Nephew, your uncle told me to tell you that Jiang Xiannian is finishing up today, so you don't go pick him up."

Ji Baicen didn't speak, and looked up at Mu Luo, his face was as cold as a polar glacier that never melted for thousands of years.

Mu Luo pouted, took a cherry tomato from the fruit plate and stuffed it into his mouth, and said kindly:

"Don't mention him, do you?"

"Okay, don't mention it, don't mention it."

"It's still awkward, but if you ask me, you're really hot-tempered."

They had no idea what he had been through.

Jiang Xiannian still has no explanation.

Jiang Xiannian, who acquiesced to his questioning a month ago, appeared in his mind, and Ji Baicen's heart seemed to be slashed with a rusty knife, causing a blunt pain.

When Mu Luo saw it was good, he accepted it, and didn't give him any small supplements.

However, he was quiet, and Jiang Xiannian's name came from a girl in the adjacent booth.

"Ahhhhhhh, Xiannian posted on Weibo, my treasure!"

"It turns out that Sha Qing can express goodness in this form, hahahahahaha, it's so cute."

The girl's companion glanced at the photo and said indifferently, "Jiang Xiannian?"

"Haven't heard of it at all."

"It's pretty good-looking, but the temperament and appearance are too abstinent and indifferent, and the acting path is not wide, so it is destined not to be popular."

"I advise you not to milk such a young actor who is beyond the [-]th line, and to be a fan of our three-gold actor Qu Xiaofu?"

Anyone who likes someone will not feel comfortable being judged like this by others. As a mother fan, Xiao Chai is naturally in a bad mood after hearing this, but he still explains patiently:

"The appearance is indeed very 'cold master', but Xiannian's acting skills are very good, what he looks like, the influence of his face is not that big. I bet that he will be popular in the entertainment industry in at least three years."

The friend still acted like he didn't take Jiang Xiannian seriously, who was too young, and even interrupted her, pretending that he didn't hear her, and chatted with another artist about other artists.

Xiao Bei's eyes were slightly red.

It's not because of the frustration of failing to sell Amway. Originally, she just wanted to share the joy with her friends. It's similar to Qiangwei's meat floss Beckham, which is delicious, and the shoes she bought the day before yesterday are super beautiful. She didn't say that her friends must like it.

The sad thing is that the people I cherish and like are treated casually by others.

Obviously Xiannian is very good.

At this time, the bartender wearing a button-down shirt vest brought over a few bottles of wine that looked expensive and far beyond their consumption range.

Xiaobei made her voice unable to hear the crying: "Hello, is it the wrong delivery? None of us ordered these wines."

The bartender had a proper smile on his lips, and shook his head slightly: "The gentleman in the booth next door gave you the gift. He said you have good eyesight."

It was three weeks after I saw Ji Baicen again, and there were fewer courses in the third year. There was only one elective class on Tuesday morning. Jiang Xiannian came out of the classroom after class, and crowded with the crowd that was neither too many nor too few.

Pushed by the crowd, he passed the corner where the corridor and the art building meet, and recognized Ji Baicen's figure outside the window at a glance.

Ji Bocen was wearing a one-piece overalls with some paint on it, and was concentratingly lowering his head and graffiti on the monotonous stone pier. The sunlight slid down through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and fell on his handsome facial features and beautifully shaped Adam's apple.

Jiang Xiannian rolled his Adam's apple twice with difficulty.

Not seeing him for two months, he found that he still wanted to sleep with Ji Bocen.

As if feeling something, the person who had lowered his head suddenly raised his head, and his gaze met him across the air.

Ji Baicen's pupils shrank, and then an extremely alienated indifference appeared in his deep eyes.

Jiang Xiannian slightly curled up his thumbs hanging by his side, frowned and retracted his gaze, and was surrounded by the crowd.

At noon, thunder and lightning flashed suddenly in the clear sky, and the torrential rain came in an instant, "crackling" and scouring the ground without any gentleness.

Jiang Xiannian, who was closing the window on the balcony, paused, turned around, grabbed the umbrella and rushed into the rain.

The sound of rain outside the studio was getting louder, and Ji Baicen threw down his paintbrush in a bad mood.

When Mu Luo heard the movement, she raised her head to comfort him and said, "Nephew, young people, don't always be impatient."

"You're not in a hurry to finish the graffiti assignment assigned by your instructor, isn't there still half a month left?"

It wasn't the rain interrupting the drawing process that made him upset, but Jiang Xiannian.

To be more precise, it is the self who is easily touched by the other party's heartbeat and breath.

Ji Baicen ignored Mu Luo, got up and walked to the window to take a breath.

His gaze casually glanced out along the window where the water marks snaked down, and his casual eyes trembled immediately.

Outside the window, Jiang Xiannian was holding an umbrella and standing next to his unfinished graffiti. The slanted umbrella completely covered the entire outline of the drawing, except for the person holding the umbrella who was exposed to the mighty rain. The thin figure trembled very lightly.

Ji Baicen's hands were knotted with veins, and he rushed out the door in an instant.

"Are you sick? If you don't use the umbrella, you can call Shidun?"

A familiar voice came from the left side with clear anger and suppressed worry. Jiang Xiannian only had time to see Ji Baicen's face clearly before he was pressed into his arms involuntarily.

Two minutes later, he was pushed into the co-pilot by Ji Baicen.

Before he recovered, his head was covered by a loose and soft towel, Ji Baicen put his hand on it, and said through gritted teeth:

"Jiang Xiannian, you are really promising."

Jiang Xiannian liked to be in physical contact with him, and he didn't take Ji Baicen's sarcastic remarks that were inconsistent with his actions at all. Instead, he squinted his eyes comfortably under the cover of the towel, and let Ji Baicen's big hands rub his hair back and forth.

After simply brushing his hair, Ji Bocen took Jiang Xiannian to the hotel closest to the school, stuffed him into the bathroom, closed the door, and wanted him to take a hot shower to dispel the cold.

When he was about to leave, someone grabbed his sleeve from behind.

Raising eyebrows and turning around, Jiang Xiannian unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.

Following the movement, water droplets slid down the side of the face from the not yet completely dry hair, kissed the neck that could be pinched with one hand, and finally stayed in the hollow of the neck.

Ji Baicen's eyes dimmed slightly, his voice became hoarse, and there was a slight trembling caused by anger: "What do you want to do again?"

Jiang Xiannian squatted down slowly, and bit open his zipper:

"Brother, I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else."