past star

It's not enough to say that anger is enough, Xue Xun almost wants to strangle Ling Qianmo to death.

He could feel the veins on his forehead tingled with alcohol twitching. Pressing his temple, Xue Xun suppressed his temper and said in a deep voice, "Whether you like it or not has nothing to do with you. Tell me, which direction is he going?"

"Senior Xue, do you want to explain, will it be too funny?"

Xue Xun picked up Ling Qianmo's collar, his voice had lost all warmth: "If you don't say anything, let your agent come to collect your body tomorrow. I promise I won't slap you in the face..."

The expression of Leng Sen who was so close at hand made Ling Qianmo unable to laugh: "...in the south, don't be scary."

Xue Xun threw Ling Qianmo back to the hood of the car, turned around and left.

"Hey, Xue Xun..."

"Ling Qianmo, don't let me see you again. Also, if you let me know that you dared to lie to me just now, I will let you know the consequences..."

Ling Qianmo did not lie, Xue Xun ran away for a while, and then saw Wen Yanyu.

Wen Yanyu walked unhappily, still carrying something in his hand, maybe a gift.

Xue Xun chased after him, but he didn't dare to approach.

This scene is so familiar, but it is completely different from the state of mind a few days ago, with panic and strong regret.

It was extremely difficult for Xue Xun to walk the familiar road.

The words of explanation were on his lips, and he didn't know how to open them. Indeed, he really kissed, even if he could explain clearly, it was still wrong.

What an idiot, I just said to let others believe in myself, what can I use to make people believe in me now?

What's more, would Wen Yanyu feel... cheated?

Xue Xun's heart turned cold in an instant.

Didn't notice, Wen Yanyu didn't know when he stopped.

Afterwards, Xue Xun almost bumped into Wen Yanyu before he could react.

"When are you going to stay with me?" Wen Yanyu turned around with a faint smile.

For the first time, Xue Xun found that his expressive ability was so poor: "Just now..."

"Your birthday present." The gift box in the plastic bag was handed over, Wen Yanyu then asked, "Do you still need me to help you celebrate your birthday?"

After receiving the gift, Xue Xun couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

"If there is nothing else, I'll go first..."

Before Wen Yanyu finished speaking, Xue Xun had already grabbed Wen Yanyu's wrist.

"Today is my 27th birthday. Don't you want to compensate me for spending my birthday with me?" Letting Wen Yanyu go today may not have another chance in the future.

"Xue Xun, I'm sorry, can you let me go back and think about something?"

The grasped wrist did not struggle, Wen Yanyu was very calm, his amber eyes fixed on Xue Xun.

Xue Xun unconsciously let go of his hand, with a hoarse voice: "I never lied to you."

Wen Yanyu returned to his master with his untied wrist, and Wen Yanyu said goodbye softly.

Just like the calm and indifferent Wen Yanyu when we first met.

In the midsummer night, the sound of cicadas kept ringing, and the scorching night wind passed by, but Xue Xun felt a little cold.

It's been a long time since I felt this powerless.

"Xue Xun..." Wen Yanyu, who had already walked a certain distance, suddenly turned around, "You should go back and have a look at the house, it will probably really hurt if you hit the car door."

Xue Xun suddenly raised his head.

Wen Yanyu has gradually walked away.

Unpacking the gift box, it was a very simple cake, the size of a palm, wrapped in a chocolate shell, and happy birthday written in white cream on the outside.

The handwriting is somewhat blurred due to lack of proficiency.

Wen Yanyu probably really wanted to spend a good birthday with him.

The one who ruined it was himself.

Leaning on the long sofa, Xue Xun ate cake with beer, and the sumptuous dinner on the table was completely cold.

There are no emotions left.

The night of turning 27 was perhaps the most difficult birthday night for Xue Xun.

The filming of "The Monarch and His Ministers" came to an end. Li Yu was captured and escorted by the generals of the Song Dynasty to meet Zhao Kuangyin.

Wen Yanyu's previous roles have always been mediocre, but this scene with the female artist Xiao Zhou in the bedroom is surprisingly good.

Facing the helplessness of the subjugated country, the inner grief and struggle are all expressed vividly.

It took two shots and it passed smoothly.

When Wen Yanyu was taking a break, Director Lian patted him on the shoulder, smiled kindly, and signaled him to keep working hard.

After Da Zhou passed away, Dai Qi has already left the group.

In the last few days, Li Yu and Zhao Kuangyin's rivalry scene should be filmed, but Xue Xun seems to be unable to come because he is a big name and has always been dedicated to his work. Even the director's fake approval is very straightforward.

Therefore, after Xue Xun's birthday, he hadn't seen anyone else for several days. In fact, he should be avoiding him by himself.

Swallowing the water Chen Yi bought, Wen Yanyu thought.

After sending the cat back that day, he never thought that Lu Yuan had already left. Lu Chengchuan stood alone at the door waiting for him, as if he expected him to come back.

At that time, Wen Yanyu's expression darkened instantly, and he wanted to leave after putting down the cat.

Lu Chengchuan said to him seriously, with a slight plea in his tone: "I don't expect you to forgive me, but can you listen to me more?"

"what do you want to say?"

"About your father."

Wen Yanyu stopped and stared at him, his tone was weak and tired: "If you want to say something, say it now."

Lu Chengchuan shook his head: "Come in and talk slowly, is that okay?"

"Why are you telling me this?"

Lu Chengchuan smiled: "Because I don't want you to misunderstand, these things probably caused you pain for a long time."

Dim orange lights were on in the villa, and the hair of the man in front of him was dyed a faint yellow. If you look carefully, you will find that the hair of ordinary people will not have such a light color.

Oddly enough, Wen Yanyu nodded in agreement.

Sitting on the reception sofa in the spacious living room, the man brought hot milk from the kitchen to help sleep, and the soft orange light of the floor lamp added a layer of tenderness to the lonely space.

Lu Chengchuan's back is very wide, probably the kind of person who looks very safe, and his tanned complexion brings a calm feeling to this man who is nearly fifty years old. Even now, he is still attractive. To the man of man.

If he was a teenager, he would definitely be the center of attention, just like his father.

Lu Chengchuan misunderstood his concentration, held a milk cup and looked around thoughtfully and said, "This house is furnished according to your father's preferences. I originally bought it for him..."

Wen Yanyu interrupted: "Father will not take other people's things for nothing."

Lu Chengchuan smiled nonchalantly: "Yes. So later he returned everything to me, including every small gift I gave him, even a flower and a bottle of wine. Although my family is in the entertainment industry , but your father never relied on me to walk through the back door. I am proud of your father, he made our relationship pure."

Wen Yanyu heard the word "feeling" very harshly, and his face suddenly became ugly.

Lu Chengchuan put the milk in front of him, took a sip of the milk in his cup, and with gentle eyes, he began to tell their stories.

It was a slightly clichéd story.

The second generation of the rich is handsome and rich, looking for fun all day long, making friends with friends, and his private life is chaotic, but he became interested when he met the same young and unruly big star. So he was stalking and stalking, doing everything he could, and almost completely reborn.

Then, I really love it.

Dry firewood and fire, unable to extricate themselves.

Considering the public influence of his son's young age, the big star divorced his wife in private, but he still maintains a married relationship externally.

In this way, after many years, the father of the rich second generation passed away, and the eldest brother took over the business. Due to internal and external troubles, the marriage was forced.

It's just... there is no after...

Lu Chengchuan's voice was very deep and contagious, and the narration continued like this, which made people feel empathy.

After listening to it once, I feel lost.

Especially when describing the details of their relationship, Lu Chengchuan spoke very carefully.

Those little habits of his father that he didn't even know about, Lu Chengchuan could clearly explain one by one, he even almost remembered every word and every expression his father said, like a treasure, as if these were his secrets. A precious treasure.

The nasal cavity was sore, and the corners of Wen Yanyu's eyes became moist unconsciously.

Lu Chengchuan took a sip of milk, and smiled wryly: "Originally there were photos of many scenes, but your father set them on fire, so I didn't even leave me a thought, but..." Put down the milk glass, take the clothes from the clothes He pulled out a pendant from his collar and handed it to Wen Yanyu, "I still have something to hide, do you want to see it?"

Open the pendant, there is a black and white group photo inside, the expression of the father holding back his smile and the funny look of the man next to him, the indescribable happiness, that is never relaxed and natural when taking a photo with their mother and child.

Is this love?

Wen Yanyu thought about this question seriously for the first time.

Lu Chengchuan said: ...Actually, I have also considered the issue of same-sex love going against the secular concept, but I have already fallen in love, and it will be too late to say anything at that time...

Lu Chengchuan said: ... When the relationship was at its best, I was almost reluctant to leave him for a moment. He didn't want me to be with him, so I didn't have to apply for his crew as a crew member without any background. Watching him in high spirits in front of the camera, even if it was just Sending a box of lunch and water can also be very happy...

Lu Chengchuan said: ...Your father is too busy. He can only sleep for less than 4 hours a day when he is tired from work. I can't bear to disturb him, so I can only use the BB phone to leave him a message saying good night every night, which later turned into a text message. This habit has not been changed, Fangfo only completes the day's work before it is finished...

Lu Chengchuan said: ...From the beginning to the end, I didn't feel that there was anything unworthy of understanding or forgiveness in the love between me and your father. We love each other much more than many couples who have been married for many years...

Wen Yanyu listened, leaned on the sofa and slowly fell asleep.

When he was drowsy, he felt that someone put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, touched his head, turned off the light and went out.

That feeling is very similar to... my father.