past star

The rice cooker jumped up, unplugged it, Wen Yanyu filled out the rice, put the dishes away, turned the bowl upside down and put it on the table, and then went back to clean the pot.

It's all things that I'm used to, Wen Yanyu's hands and feet are very dexterous.

After thinking about it, before leaving, he put the hangover medicine he bought on the dinner table.

Late at night, Xue Xun drove home.

Pulling down the car window, the smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body was quickly blown away by the wind, his pupils were still dark, and the light outside the car window could not be reflected in his eyes at all.

The car parked in the garage, Xue Xun got out of the car, but did not rush into the room.

After sitting on the front cover of the car for a while, I went upstairs.

As soon as I turned on the light, I saw the food on the table in the middle, touched it with my fingers, and it was still warm, I am afraid I didn't go far.

Picking up the hangover medicine, Xue Xun turned into the kitchen, which was clean and empty, only the faint smell of oily smoke proved that someone had been there just now.

He's here again. Yesterday, it should be him too.

After pouring hot water, squeezed out a pill and swallowed it into his stomach, Xue Xun leaned against the door frame, quietly looking at the table, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

It's easy to get drunk, but it's not easy to drive him out of his mind if he doesn't want to.

After that day, he and Wen Yanyu didn't contact each other again, Wen Yanyu was filming, it's not surprising.

However, Wen Yanyu convinced him, is this it?

Xue Xun couldn't help grinning.

Opening the bowl, the temperature was half cold but not hot, and Xue Xun was obviously not hungry at all, but Xue Xun still ate the food bite by bite with chopsticks.

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The next day, it was the same on the table, but there was an extra apple.

On the third day, the dishes changed.

On the fourth day, there was still a pear on the table

On the fifth day, the dishes changed and there was an extra banana.

On the sixth day,...

For twenty days in a row, every day when Xue Xun came home at night, he could see warm meals on the table, but there were only meals.

He didn't think about going home early, just like Wen Yanyu didn't think about leaving later.

Xue Xun has never been to the bar since the third day, and the life of self-deception is really difficult.

Instead, it was Zhong Jian's recording studio.

His music director felt very helpless for his attitude of staying on in the name of preparing new songs all day long, but because Dapai Xue had just undergone major changes in his home, he did not dare to speak out, so he had to try his best to change the recording rooms of other singers. To the next door recording studio.

But Xue Xun's reputation is too great, and the stars who record songs can't help but look at him between recordings.

After a few times, unexpectedly to Zhong Jian's surprise, a brave little singer went to find Xue Xun.

"Senior Xue."

After a while, Xue Xun took off the earphones he was wearing, glanced at them, then lowered his head and continued to look at the score in his hand: "Ling Qianmo, what's the matter?"

The tone was very flat, as if seeing a stranger.

Aside from Ling Qianmo's surprise, the worries in his heart were relieved a little: "Senior Xue, what happened before was my fault, I apologize."

"Okay, I get it now."

"I didn't delay until now on purpose, it's just that I haven't had a chance to see you before."

Xue Xun raised his head, looked at the handsome newcomer in front of him, and said calmly: "You have also learned your lesson, there is no need to apologize to me again. Is there anything else? If you have nothing to do, go out."

The eviction order was issued, but Ling Qianmo did not leave, but boldly said: "Xue Xun, actually..."

"I am not interested."

"You know what I'm going to say?"

"I don't know, and I'm not interested."

There was no anger or sadness in Xue Xun's calmness, Ling Qianmo suddenly said: "Could it be that you and Wen..."

"what?"

Ling Qianmo just wanted to continue, but stopped when he saw Xue Xun's eyes.

That kind of look reminded him of that nightmarish encounter, when he was kidnapped on the road, he woke up with cold water pouring down his head, and then Xue Xun, who was even more terrifying.

"Are you scaring him? That's Jing Cheng's hottest newcomer recently, maybe he will be able to replace you in ten or so years."

Zhong Jian looked at the back of the young man who had almost fled, and teased Xue Xun.

Xue Xun pursed his lips and said nothing.

Throwing a can of Wanglaoji to Xue Xun, Zhong Jian sat opposite Xue Xun and smiled: "Did you choose the song?"

Xue Xun looked at the red can in his hand speechlessly: "Is there any beer? Coffee is also fine."

"I don't have anything that hurts my throat. Hello Wanglaoji, clear away the heat." He shook the table, "Don't change the subject. Although you are a big name, my top recording studio in China can't be wasted on you."

Xue Xun handed over the notebook in his hand, and pointed to a few songs: "Let's start with these few songs, and I'll read the rest."

Zhong Jian took a look, and Wang Laoji, who was half drunk, almost spat out: "Ahem... Xue Xun, have you made a mistake? Why are they all slow songs? Are you planning to follow the route of Prince of Love Songs?"

Xue Xun raised his eyebrows: "Is there a problem?"

"Aren't you afraid that this album will lose money?"

Pulling off the pull ring, Xue Xun couldn't help frowning after only taking a sip: "How can I lose money on my album?"

It is clearly a question sentence, but the export gives people a taste of an affirmative sentence.

Zhong Jian did not agree, but said seriously: "Xue Dapai, although your popularity is very high, you can't rely entirely on your popularity. It is not bad for others to sell platinum, but for you... only It can be regarded as a passing line.

Xue Xun patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Trust me, don't worry. By the way, my last single "Waiting" is included for me as well."

"Xue Xun, you are joking. How can you make me believe you! You are not following this route! Xue Xun is following the path of bitterness and lyricism... Oh, my God, who would believe it!"

Putting down Wang Laoji, Xue Xun had already left the house.

Get in the car, open the door of the co-driver's cabinet, find out your EP single from inside, and insert it into the CD player.

The sound of music floated out quickly, followed by his own voice.

"I don't understand why your heartbeat is so weak..."

I still vaguely remember the state of mind at that time, Wen Yanyu hadn't formally agreed to him, but the line of defense had already been captured by himself, and the mood was faintly sweet but didn't dare to think too much, just like a young boy in love.

Because of work, I can't be with Wen Yanyu, but I miss him all the time.

Especially when seeing lovers, that kind of emotion is extraordinarily strong... If he twists it a little more, maybe he will really do something impulsive.

It's like an eternity.

After driving home, he stayed in the garage for a while before Xue Xun went upstairs.

Turn on the light, the table is empty.

For a moment, Xue Xun couldn't tell what kind of emotion he was in. He felt lost and dazed, but he soon sobered up...Wen Yanyu wouldn't be such a person who gave up so easily, he wouldn't have something happen to him on the way!

Thinking of this, Xue Xun couldn't stand anymore, rushed out of the door, and quickly went downstairs holding on to the handrail.

He turned a corner and bumped into a person.

The other party didn't expect it, and was about to fall down the stairs, Xue Xun quickly grabbed the other party's wrist and pulled him up.

After staggering two steps, the other party fell into Xue Xun's arms.

Xue Xun embraced subconsciously, the breath in his arms was very familiar, and even made him feel nostalgic.

As if time stood still, the two of them maintained this posture without moving.

Until the sound of a plastic bag falling to the ground, the two of them seemed to wake up from a dream.

Xue Xun let go of Wen Yanyu's hand, and Wen Yanyu also took a step back, leaving Xue Xun's embrace, and was about to say something, but Xue Xun had already said, "Come in."

Picking up the vegetables on the ground, Wen Yanyu followed behind Xue Xun and said softly, "It's a bit late because they want to celebrate the finale today."

Xue Xun turned his head slightly, but didn't notice that Wen Yanyu's hair was slightly messed up, the collar of his shirt was not turned up neatly, and there were some traces of cream on his sleeves. His voice subconsciously softened: "The collar is not done properly."

"what?"

Before Wen Yanyu's hand was raised, Xue Xun had already folded Wen Yanyu's neckline again, and his fingers inadvertently ran across the skin of Wen Yanyu's neck, both of them were taken aback.

After coughing twice, Xue Xun brought Wen Yanyu into the room again.

Glancing at the dish in Wen Yanyu's hand, Xue Xun reached out to take it from him, and said, "I'll come today."

Wen Yanyu didn't let him pick it up: "Let me do it."

After a stalemate, Xue Xun let go.

"You do it, I'll chop the vegetables."

Wen Yanyu remembered Xue Xun's superb knife skills, thought about it, and finally nodded.

Fortunately, Xue Xun's kitchen is big enough, and two big men don't seem crowded.

There was a rhythmic sound of falling knives. Hearing this sound, Wen Yanyu felt inexplicably at ease. Standing on the other side, Wen Yanyu poured cooking oil into the pot, and turned on the fire by the way.

"It's cut."

"Put it aside."

"Do you need to cut this tomato?"

"Cut it twice and chop it into big pieces. This is for preparing scrambled eggs."

"Okay, is there anything else?"

"Um, if it's convenient, can you beat two eggs and stir them well and put them aside?"

"it is good."

The egg was poured into a glass bowl, and the clear liquid and egg yolk were stirred together, which soon turned into a light yellow color.

Xue Xunxiu held the chopsticks with his long fingers and turned them quickly, but his eyes unconsciously looked at the busy figure in front of the induction cooker.

My heart calmed down for no reason.

Everything seemed to be as it should be, as if they had always been that way.

There is no dispute, no breakup, no social incomprehension, no many estrangements, they just love each other.

fall in love.

Why do you think of this word.

Wen Yanyu dried up the sauce in the pot, picked up the chicken wings that had been infected with a beautiful color with a colander, and put them on a white porcelain plate aside.

The drooping hair was swept aside by his slight tilt of the head, revealing one side of his fair neck.

From Xue Xun's position, one can clearly see Wen Yanyu's slender blood vessels and Adam's apple that moves up and down from time to time.

Wen Yanyu was wearing a very ordinary white shirt without a jacket. The hem of the shirt was covered on the slacks. From the thin material on the side of the shirt, the position of the waist and the shape of the hips that were slightly turned downward could be roughly outlined.

Xue Xun lowered his head and looked at the light yellow egg liquid in the bowl, but his mind was in a mess and he couldn't calm down.

"Xue Xun... can you bring me the tomato."

"Xue Xun?"

I can't stand it anymore.

Putting down the glass bowl, Xue Xun stepped forward with long legs, walked behind Wen Yanyu in two steps, turned off the fire with a single finger, and then opened his arms and hugged Wen Yanyu tightly from behind.

A sigh came from his mouth.

"Wen Yanyu..."