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On New Year's Eve, Lin Xin's schedule was extremely tight. He got up early, cleaned up the house, and had dinner with Qiao Yisheng at noon, and then drove to his grandfather's house immediately.

I used to spend my annual holidays there, but this year I want to spend it with Qiao Yisheng, so I have to meet up and have a New Year's Eve dinner with the family.

Lin Xin was worried all afternoon, thinking about Qiao Yisheng, wondering if he would be bored and what he was doing when he was alone at home.After finally making it through dinner, Lin Xin usually talked a lot, but today was very quiet, so he ate with a stuffy head, as if this was a torture, and it would be better to end it sooner.

"Why didn't Xiaoxin say a word today? Is he in trouble at work? I don't think about these things because of the Chinese New Year. Come and have a drink with grandpa!" Lin Xin raised his head and touched his grandpa with the small wine glass in front of him, symbolically He took a sip and had to drive back at night. He smiled and said, "Grandpa, work is okay, but I've been very busy recently. I have to go back later. It's convenient to do things there, and I will go abroad in the new year." When I got the chance, I reported to the old man to ask for leave, and the grandfather nodded straight: "Young people's affairs, we can't let us old people, you are busy with yours, just come back to accompany me and your grandma when you have time." Lin Xin nodded, but grandma didn't speak , the kindness that has remained unchanged for many years, kept picking food for Lin Xin.

Lin Xin suddenly felt sad for no reason.

After dinner, everyone had their own activities, and they all dispersed. Lin Xin watched TV with the old man for a while, and was about to leave when Lin Yuan stopped him.

Lin Yuan took him to the balcony, and it was very windy outside, he greeted him face-to-face unobtrusively, it was very biting.The elder sister-in-law came over halfway to let the two brothers enter the room to talk, but Lin Yuan yelled back. Lin Xin was stunned for the first time when he saw his elder brother get angry.

Lin Yuan took a puff of the cigarette, flicked the ash with his index finger, and then said:

“Chinese New Year outside this year”

Lin Xin lowered his head:

"It's in the apartment, but I'm busy with work, so I don't come back much."

Lin Yuan waved his hand:

"Okay, are you still playing sloppy with me? If you want me to help you, at least you have to be honest."

Lin Xin let out a sigh of relief:

"He is alone in Beijing, I have to accompany him."

Lin Yuan laughed:

"You're quite tight-lipped. It's over, don't be so reserved, grandpa knows it all, so what are you hiding from me?"

Lin Xin was startled, and immediately asked:

"How did grandpa know?"

Lin Yuan shook his head, raised his hand and threw the cigarette butt away:

"You are so stupid to ask this. What did our grandfather do before? The old man is no longer in the seat, but the influence is still there. You can't even know who your grandson is with."

Lin Xin's lips turned pale:

"He didn't mention it. If it was true, he should have talked to me a long time ago, right?"

Lin Yuan laughed:

"Looking for you, looking for you can make you cut off? The old man knows better than me. His attitude is already very clear. You don't need to point it out. You can live a good life with him."

It took Lin Xin a long time to digest these words, Lin Yuan asked him to go first, and stayed by himself for a while, blowing the cold wind to sober up.

He went downstairs, reached the middle of the courtyard, looked up, Lin Yuan was standing alone in the shadows with his back to the light, the wind was blowing from his direction, it was bone-chillingly cold.

When Lin Xin came home, it was past 9 o'clock. Qiao Yisheng didn't take a bite of the rice. The dishes on the table must have been cold for a long time. The color was rich and lustrous, but there was no heat at all.

Lin Xin gently put her head on his shoulder and asked him in a low voice:

"The dishes are cold, why don't you eat first, aren't you hungry?"

Qiao Yan turned around and hugged him:

"If you agree, I will wait for you no matter how late it is."

Lin Xin brought the dishes into the kitchen and warmed them up one by one, then put them on the table, and ate with Qiao Yisheng for another round.In the end, Qiao Yisheng took off his clothes at night, hugging his belly and kissed him tenderly, Lin Xin was like an ostrich, his head was almost buried in the quilt.

Later, Qiao Yi got out of bed and said earlier that he would give Lin Xin a painting. Now that he took it out, Lin Xin sat up with the thin quilt and watched him unfold the painting. In fact, it can be regarded as a portrait of two people. Naturally, Tranquil, but in the lower corner there is still a childhood appearance, the strokes are not as immature as Lin Xin saw in the Children's Palace, but the children in the painting are still cute and innocent.

Lin Xin lay on the bed and looked at the painting silently. Qiao Yan kissed his shoulder and back, leaned close to his ear, and said in a deep voice, "Next time, I will draw your appearance just now."

Lin Xin twisted reflexively, and the thick white liquid slowly overflowed and flowed to the side of the leg.

He carefully put the painting aside, then turned his head and lay on his side, ignoring Qiao Yan's voice, but his face couldn't help but flushed red.

Qiao Yi covered him lightly, brushed the hair behind his ears, and kissed him slowly all the way.

Sun Wei's film was filmed at the beginning of the year, and there was an awards ceremony soon. His films were shortlisted for several important awards, including Best Cinematography, Best Director, Best Film, Best Actor and Actor, etc.The night before the awards ceremony, he tossed and turned, couldn't sleep, and was terribly nervous.

In the end, Yin Li insisted on holding him in his arms and not letting him move, and he barely squinted for a while when it was almost dawn.

This film has a good box office and a good reputation, but whether it can win an award is another matter.

As an investor, Qiao Yisheng was also invited to the ceremony. Lin Xin was busy booking a hotel early in the morning, and said that after the end, he could celebrate with Sun Wei together.

When entering the arena, Lin Xin followed behind Qiao Yisheng, the lights of the venue had already been dimmed, people had already arrived one after another, and the two of them were seated in the back row.

The opening program was called "Golden Years", a collection of excellent movie theme songs over the years. Lin Xin's row was empty, and although it was at the back, it had a good view.

The stereo sound surrounded the entire venue, gurgling into his heart, Lin Xin tilted his head to listen carefully, and then smiled at Qiao: "Do you remember when I was young, this movie was popular, and this song was played in video stores all over the street, and I specially I went to buy tapes and listened to them slowly over and over again in the tape recorder, and more than ten years have passed, which is really too long.”

Qiao Yi patted his hand. In the dark, with no one around, he calmly put the other's hand into his suit and pressed it against his chest. Lin Xin seemed to be able to feel his heartbeat.

"It's not long at all. I still remember that time when I saw you in the Cultural Center, just like yesterday."

On the stage, Sun Wei just stood still, with a youthful appearance, he didn't look like a director, but a new actor who had just debuted.

But actors have acted a lot, and it's not necessarily clear that he has such clear eyes.

Someone suddenly came to the side and sat down on Lin Xin's left. In a moment of urgency, he wanted to withdraw his hand from Qiao Yisheng's arms, but he held it down, and stretched out his index finger to press Lin Xin's lips: "Don't Speak up, watch the awards carefully, don't miss it."

The person next to him didn't speak, just stared at the stage quietly. Lin Xin didn't have the nerve to look aside, and turned his body to cover the ambiguous movements between him and Qiao Yisheng. It was dark at the moment, and all the light was concentrated on the stage.

The best screenplay was being awarded, and Sun Wei was invited to the stage as the award presenter.

This is not a particularly important award. Sun Wei is invited to present the award. On the one hand, because he is a newcomer, on the other hand, Lin Xin also wonders whether the best director has no chance for him, so he appeared early.

He also raised his heart, glanced casually to the side, and suddenly stopped.

Yin Li sat on his left, didn't look at him, his eyes still followed the person on the stage, but whispered: "I'm more nervous than him."

Qiao Yisheng leaned back on the chair and smiled.

Lin Xin wanted to ask, did Yin Li not do something wrong? Although this kind of awards ceremony is grand and large, it is still within Yin Li's control, and it is not unmanageable.

But he didn't ask in the end.

After Sun Wei presented the awards, he returned to his seat, seeing Yin Li sitting with Lin Xin and the others, he couldn't help but blush.

Lin Xin laughed at him, turned around and continued watching the award presentation.

Sun Wei's film can be regarded as the big winner of this year's film festival, winning five trophies in a row, including heavyweight awards including the best film.

When it was his turn to announce the best director, he was more relieved. The lights shone on the faces of several candidates one by one. In the darkness, Yin Li quietly held his hand, intertwined his fingers, and placed it on his lap. Both of them were speechless.

The award presenters circled around for most of the day, and several directors were teased one by one. The exquisite clips of several works on the screen played for a round, and then they lowered their bodies, approached the microphone, and spoke in Mandarin with a Hong Kong and Taiwan accent. Nian: "The best director of this year's film festival is..."

Lin Xin sat up straight involuntarily. Qiao Yisheng poked his waist with his fingers. He was sore and swollen yesterday, and now he was discouraged. He groaned a little and retracted again.

After this gap, Lin Xin realized that the award-winning director had already gone to the stage to accept the award, not Sun Wei.

He glared at Qiao Yisheng, then secretly glanced at Sun Wei from the corner of his eye, but he didn't know that he was more indifferent than him, the two whispered in whispers, and were discussing where to eat.

Before leaving, seeing Sun Wei, Lin Xin turned his head again, and took a last look at the big screen in the center of the stage. The lights were shining on it, dim and dim.It was still early, and he still had the rest of his life, so he really didn't have to worry about these gains and losses.

Sun Wei also knew in his heart that directing is an indispensable part of his life, but it is no longer the most important.

Not long after that, Lin Xin went to the United States with Qiao Yisheng. Sitting on the plane, with white clouds under his feet, his heart softened. He leaned on Qiao Yisheng's shoulder, without saying a word, just closed his eyes and smiled up.

Everything in the manor is still the same as it was a long time ago, but this time the mood is quite different.

Lin Xin likes to sit in the garden and bask in the sun, let Qiao Yisheng lie on his lap, then peel oranges and feed him petal by petal, or coax him to drink traditional Chinese medicine, and he will take a few sips before he is willing to take a sip. .

In early summer, they moved out of the Xiangyang bedroom and lived in the master bedroom facing the east at the end of the corridor.

This room is warm in winter and cool in summer. Lin Xin once lived in it for a few days two years ago. The decorations were spotless. He looked at it, touched the memory, and couldn't help laughing.

He was lying on the bed, nestled in Qiao Yisheng's arms, his fingertips lightly traced his face, following his eyebrows and eyes, his thoughts were still endless.

The door to the bathroom was closed, and he hadn't been in yet.

On the washstand, in a mouthwash cup, were two toothbrushes, one of which was used by Lin Xin two years ago.

At this moment, their heads are lightly leaning together, each supporting a corner, silently, forever.

(End of the article)

The author has something to say: I just found out that many punctuation marks in the last update are missing. The girls must feel awkward, touch~~~

It's over, so disappointed.