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Mo Zhaoyuan disappeared like this for two months.

The Palme d'Or Film Festival is scheduled for June [-]th, and "The Late Summer of That Year" has also been shortlisted for several awards - Best Film, Best Screenplay, Best Director, Best Actor (Mo Zhaoyuan), Best Actor (Wen Qiche), Best Theme Song ("Summer Twilight and Early Autumn").

"Rosa, isn't Eric showing up yet?" On June 08st, Wei Linhui, Xuan Yichen, Wen Qiche, manager Lin Meimei and Gu Ning's security department gathered in Mo Zhaoyuan's studio, almost My plane is at 30:[-] tonight. It's [-]:[-] in the afternoon. Everyone is ready to leave, but Mo Zhaoyuan still doesn't show up. Wei Linhui couldn't help but asked worriedly.

"He's not coming." Lin Meimei's complexion was not very good-looking, her bright face was covered with frost, "He's gone home."

"...going home?" Wen Qiche was a little haggard, and when he heard Lin Meimei's words "he went home", he suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Meimei.

"Go back to America." Lin Meimei looked at Wen Qiche, and emphasized the word "America", "Maybe I will come to China later—maybe not."

Wen Qiche's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Gu Ning'an couldn't bear it: "Qi Che, you..."

Wen Qiche closed his eyes and opened them after a long while. He looked at Gu Ning'an and showed a faint smile: "Ning'an, I'm fine." In fact, he had thought before that maybe Mo Zhaoyuan would be in the villa of Linhu Villa - only he didn't have the guts to go.

Wen Qiche thought, since Zhao Yuan didn't want to see him...he just waited until Zhao Yuan wanted to see him...

If it was Zhao Yuan's idea that he didn't want to see him or contact him...

Moreover, at the Palme d'Or film festival in June, the two will definitely meet again.

With this in mind, Wen Qiche didn't go to Mo Zhaoyuan's villa to look for him.

Who would have thought that in June, Mo Zhaoyuan would not even go to the Palme d'Or Film Festival.

Hearing the news that Mo Zhaoyuan had returned to the United States and might never come to China again, Wen Qiche couldn't help but clenched his fists deeply, he didn't feel the tingling pain in his palm, his heart and eyes were full of Mo Zhaoyuan Laughing and kissing his image.

Wen Qiche and Gu Ning'an were in a car, Lin Meimei, Wei Linhui and Xuan Yichen were in a car.On the way to the airport, Wen Qiche sat in the back seat and couldn't help calling Mo Zhaoyuan.

"Di-di-di-di-di-"

Wen Qiche's heart was pounding - the phone was not turned off!Does this mean that this call may be connected?

After what seemed like a long time, the call finally got through.

"Hello?" Mo Zhaoyuan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Zhao, Zhaoyuan?" Wen Qiche was so excited that he was at a loss. He tried to smile, "Where are you now?"

"i'mincalifornia, i." The voice was Mo Zhaoyuan's voice, but it was authentic American English.

"We're going to the Palme d'Or... aren't you going?" Wen Qiche felt a burst of panic for no reason.

"whyshouldi?" Mo Zhaoyuan asked with a light smile, "!, beach, sea, beauty! thisismylife."

"Zhaoyuan..." Wen Qiche murmured Mo Zhaoyuan's name, but he didn't realize that his voice sounded like he was about to cry.

Gu Ning'an glanced at Wen Qiche through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help frowning.

So what did Mo Zhaoyuan do in the past two months?

Mo Zhaoyuan spent a week seriously considering his relationship with Wen Qiche, and finally came to the conclusion of a temporary separation - he didn't know his status to Wen Qiche, so he didn't know Wen Qiche's relationship. Che's attitude towards him.Mo Zhaoyuan felt that he couldn't accept a Wen Qiche who couldn't treat him well unconditionally.

Maybe it's because Wen Qiche was unconditionally nice to him from the very beginning!From Wen Qiche, who was still a teenager in the first world, to Wen Qiche, who is already the CEO in the second world.Therefore, Mo Zhaoyuan couldn't accept that he couldn't treat Wen Qiche well unconditionally——Mo Zhaoyuan had already been spoiled by Wen Qiche from the previous two worlds.

Mo Zhaoyuan decided to separate for a while.

Perhaps after a period of time, he will become able to accept such Wen Qiche; or, after a period of time, he will find a man who treats him unconditionally, and then the two of them will spend their lives together.

Although somewhat regrettable, Mo Zhaoyuan still made this decision.

Then, he called Lin Meimei and flew back to the United States to start his vacation life.

Hawaii, California, even Alaska...running around.

Sun, beach, beauty...

After more than a month, I received another call from Wen Qiche.

The mood is a bit complicated.

Hearing Wen Qicheyou's crying "Zhaoyuan", even if he was as cold-hearted as Mo Zhaoyuan, he still couldn't help feeling his heart twitch fiercely.

"Why?" The corners of his eyes showed pity and pity that he didn't know, and finally changed the American English into Chinese.

"Are you going back to China in the future?" Wen Qiche's voice trembled slightly, "You...why did you...leave suddenly? You didn't tell me... .Did I say something that made you unhappy? You, have you been avoiding me? "

"Qi Che, it's not because your words made me unhappy, but..." Mo Zhaoyuan sighed.It's not because Wen Qiche's words made him unhappy, but because he finally found that such Wen Qiche is not suitable for him.

"We are not suitable." Mo Zhaoyuan did not hesitate any longer, and said what was in his heart, "I'm sorry."

The sentence "We are not suitable" made Wen Qiche burst into tears.

"Zhao Yuan..." He felt that he had never been so embarrassed in his 27 years of life, and he had never begged anyone like this, "at least meet again, at least let's talk..."

Mo Zhaoyuan was unwilling to meet Wen Qiche again in his heart.

He cared more about Wen Qiche than he expected. Now that he has decided not to be with Wen Qiche—at least not now, then...it's time for him to be with Wen Qiche The care is slightly reduced.

But......

Facing Wen Qiche like this, Mo Zhaoyuan couldn't say no to him no matter what.

He felt distressed.

"Okay." He sighed secretly, this feeling is very strange, he has never felt the initiative to change his mind because of another person.

"If possible, how about just these few days?" Wen Qiche grabbed his phone impatiently, "By the way, let's take part in the Palme d'Or Film Festival...is that okay?"

"..." Mo Zhaoyuan closed his eyes, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and before he realized it, he showed a faint smile, extremely gentle, "Well, okay, I will come over .”

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Wen Qiche tightly squeezed the smartphone in his hand, pursed his lips hard, slightly pale.

"Qi Che..." Seeing Wen Qiche like this, Gu Ning'an couldn't help it, "Why are you doing this?"

Wen Qiche just showed a slightly forced smile.

Before Mo Zhaoyuan pulled away and left, Wen Qiche himself didn't know that he would care so much about that man.

He cared so much, as if his whole life was incomplete without him.

"Ning'an, you don't understand." Wen Qiche said, "I don't know where the love started, and it goes deeper and deeper."

Gu Ning'an didn't speak.

Mo Zhaoyuan said he would come, but until the opening day of the Palme d'Or Film Festival on June [-]th, Mo Zhaoyuan still didn't show up.Wen Qiche's heart was fluctuating, and his whole body was a little depressed. Looking at his haggard appearance, even Lin Meimei, who had angered him before, couldn't stand it any longer.

"Zhao Yuan will come." She still had a cold look on her face, but her tone couldn't help softening, "Don't think about things."

Wen Qiche returned a smile: "Thank you, Ms. Lin, I actually understand, it's just..." I was a little worried.

Ai Mo Zhaoyuan loves so deeply, this kind of almost humble love, Wen Qiche himself also finds it inconceivable.

Time passed little by little, and Wen Qiche had changed into the look he wore on the red carpet today—it was still a white suit, but the bow tie was bright red.Mo Zhaoyuan still didn't show up, and even Lin Meimei showed a bit of anxiety on her face.

There is still half an hour to walk the red carpet.

"You wait here, we'll go backstage first." Lin Meimei looked at her watch and finally made up her mind.

"Thank you." Wen Qiche smiled slightly, he understood Lin Meimei's feeling of taking care of him.

Only Wen Qiche was left in the lounge, Lin Meimei, Gu Ning'an, Wei Linhui and Xuan Yichen all went backstage.Waiting alone is probably the most anxious thing. Wen Qiche has been rubbing the topaz platinum finger on the thumb of his left hand, as if in this way, the suffering in his heart can be relieved.

The time passed by one minute and one second, 25 minutes, two 10 minutes, quarter of an hour...

With 7 minutes left, Wen Qiche finally couldn't sit still.

The Palme d'Or film festival's red carpet time for "The End of That Summer" is from 55:[-] to [-]:[-], if you don't leave, it will be too late to walk the red carpet.

Just when he was about to stand up and leave the lounge to find Lin Meimei and her party backstage, the door of the lounge was pushed open from the outside, and the tall and slender figure of the man came into view immediately.

A simple little black dress, with an "M" shaped diamond-encrusted brooch pinned to her chest, short hair draped softly on her head, and slanted bangs.

And, the platinum finger inlaid with a huge topaz on the left thumb.

"Zhaoyuan!" Wen Qiche stood up, eyes full of surprise.

The person who came was Mo Zhaoyuan who had disappeared for several months.

"There was a little accident." Mo Zhaoyuan looked apologetic and annoyed, "Otherwise we could have arrived earlier."

"It's okay." The smile on Wen Qiche's face is definitely the joy from the heart. After seeing Mo Zhaoyuan again after many days, he found that what he wanted to do most in his heart was to rush forward and hug him .

And he really did.

For a while, the red carpet and the Palme d'Or were all forgotten.Wen Qiche hugged Mo Zhaoyuan tightly, the brooch on the other's chest hurt him, but Wen Qiche didn't seem to feel it at all, he hugged him tighter and tighter.

Mo Zhaoyuan only hesitated for a second, then raised his arms to hug Wen Qiche.

Before seeing Wen Qiche, Mo Zhaoyuan could have made a rational decision to leave the other party; but when he really saw Wen Qiche, when Wen Qiche rushed forward and hugged him... Mo Zhaoyuan It is simply impossible to resist the desire to respond to the other party's actions.

It was as if everything he had done before was in vain, a week of serious thinking, more than a month of vacation and recreation, all the cold treatment, and the barrier he had worked so hard to build up, were all wiped out by Wen Qiche's A hug broke easily.

So relaxed, Mo Zhaoyuan only hesitated for a second before hugging him back.

"Zhaoyuan, can you not separate?" Wen Qiche rested his chin on Mo Zhaoyuan's shoulder and asked softly, "Even if there is any friction, I can change it. Don't separate, okay?"

Mo Zhaoyuan remained silent and did not answer.

He didn't know - after all, he had already made up his mind to separate, at least for a while; however, when he heard Wen Qiche's question, he couldn't refuse at all.

This man, the influence on him is really too great.

"Let's make it public!" Wen Qiche saw that Mo Zhaoyuan didn't answer, so he continued on his own, "We will make it public when you get the best actor. Then, you go about your business, and I will continue to act, but if you want Promise me, you must accompany me to bear those public opinions, or I will be very sad alone..."

He just babbled on and on, making Mo Zhaoyuan's heart sore.

Mo Zhaoyuan let go of Wen Qiche, and in Wen Qiche's frightened and lost eyes, he cupped Wen Qiche's face with both hands, and kissed him fiercely.

"You don't need to wait for me to get the Best Actor, just make it public now." He said, "Walk down the red carpet holding hands, and tell everyone with that pair of Patostone rings that we are together."

"Okay." Wen Qiche felt that the corners of his eyes were a little wet, but he still showed a happy smile from the bottom of his heart.