dear dreamer

Deng Tingge's idea didn't come out of nowhere.It has been stuck in his heart for a long time, but it was only recently that he had the time to take it out and carefully plan.

The instructor's invitation to participate in this drama project is an opportunity for Deng Tingge to clarify his thoughts.He came and went on the empty stage in a wheelchair, and the lights made the center of the stage pale, making people almost squint their eyes.But the audience was dark and there was no audience, so there was no applause or booing.That day he was waiting for Luo Hengqiu, who was working overtime, to pick him up.During the period before Luo Hengqiu arrived, Deng Tingge thought about many things on stage.

He loves it here, he loves standing under the lights, he loves the live performances.There is no chance to shout "cut" in a live performance. It is something presented after countless rehearsals. It is unique, irreversible, and what you see is what you get. It is more challenging and exciting than performing in front of the camera.

Deng Tingge loves this kind of stimulation deeply.

He couldn't forget the experience of performing on stage for the first time.Lu Zhixia plays his daughter, and he plays a desperate father.And the temporary stage was surrounded by too bright lights, and the speakers of average quality were buzzing and vibrating. He tried his best to suppress his voice.All the students from the school were sitting on the playground, and his senior was chatting with the host in the background.

And he, himself, saw a dream on the humble stage that would excite him forever.

Hearing Deng Tingge's thoughts, the old man who was braiding his beard into a pigtail stopped, remembering a conversation he had with his student.

"Little Deng, are you escaping?" He asked, "Come back to play a drama, is this your escape route? Is this the place where you avoid setbacks?"

Deng Tinge was slightly taken aback.He also remembered that conversation at that time.

"Teacher, I like acting, but I don't like being a star." He said, "Compared with performing in front of the camera, I prefer stage performance. This accident made me understand one thing, time is short, and accident Too much. I don’t want to leave myself with so many regrets and spend my limited time doing what I like.”

"Are you going to give up shooting other things?" the instructor asked again.

"No, but my focus of work will be shifted to the drama side." Deng Tingge smiled, pointing at his legs, "You know, I may not be able to run, jump or do some dangerous moves. You just treat it as me It's too realistic, I want to find a safe job that won't work too hard and is not dangerous."

The instructor scoffed, obviously not believing it.

The old man thought about it for a long time, and said slowly: "Don't do Tai Chi with me. To be honest, are you a teacher and addicted?"

Deng Tingge thought that Jiang was still old and spicy, so he couldn't help laughing a little embarrassedly.

"Limited time to do what you like..." Luo Hengqiu listened to his narration, looked at him for a moment, "Do you like acting on stage, and also like teaching others?"

"I like it." Deng Tingge admitted immediately, "or after working as Teacher Deng for a period of time, I feel that I am very suitable for this job, and it is also very interesting."

He secretly thought, and in the limited time, stay with the person he likes.

He and Luo Hengqiu listed the salary and benefits of the college's teaching assistants in detail: "There must be five insurances and one housing fund, as well as performance, and I can also get money for projects or leading students to film. And I usually get paid for performances, that is, both full-time and part-time jobs It's..."

Luo Hengqiu was speechless: "Is this important? Are you afraid that you won't have the money to buy a house, a car or see a doctor? I have it."

Deng Tingge smiled and leaned on him: "It's not important, but you have to know."

Luo Hengqiu was very helpless.He decided not to interfere with Deng Tingge's decision, and nodded: "As you like. I will talk about anything that doesn't make sense with Zhong Xing."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and massaged, as if what he just said was just a light topic like what clothes to wear when going out tomorrow.

After pressing it for a while, he found Deng Tingge looking at him.

"what happened?"

"Brother." Deng Tingge smiled mysteriously, "Are you happy?"

Luo Hengqiu: "???"

Deng Tingge: "There won't be so much exposure in the future, and you don't have to be jealous of my fans."

As he spoke, he pinched Luo Hengqiu's face: "Huh?"

Luo Hengqiu squeezed his hand: "...What are you talking about?"

"Don't you want to?" Deng Tinge whispered, "I belong to you alone. No one can see or touch me. I'm locked up at home, locked in a room, and I don't know anyone but you."

Luo Hengqiu stared blankly at him, forgetting to even blink.

He thought Deng Tingge would not know.

I don't know the dirty things in his heart, I don't know the terrible thoughts he has before those who can't tell others, so naturally I don't know how long these contemptible delusions of my own have been lingering in my body.

Luo Hengqiu fell silent.He was hit by the sudden panic, so embarrassed that even his fingertips were cold.

He really hoped that Deng Tingge would not be known by so many people, and he must not be liked by so many people, but it was definitely not in this way.If he had to choose, he would rather Deng Tingge be loved and admired by countless people than to be a person walking on crutches.

He straddled Deng Tingge's legs, sat on him, and hugged him tightly.

Deng Tinge found that his face was cold, and his hands and feet were also cold.The hug was so forceful that it hurt his back a little.It was only at this moment that he realized that Luo Hengqiu was taken aback by his sudden utterance, and quickly comforted him softly: "Don't be nervous, I won't run away."

"...Aren't you afraid?" Luo Hengqiu took a deep breath, smelling the clean and refreshing scent of shower gel on his neck, "I'm simply a pervert."

The two hadn't had such an intimate behavior for a long time, and for a while, each other's breath was a little short.

"How perverted?" Deng Tingge asked him in a rough voice, while tilting his head and kissing his neck, his soft lips moved and rubbed against his skin, and the tip of his tongue protruded a little, slowly wiping out a wet trace.

Luo Hengqiu laughed a little itchy.

"Just like you said, locked at home, locked in the room. Take off your clothes, tie you, or tie you up. You can't go there." He pressed against Deng Tingge's ear, his voice was very soft and unstable , "Feed you, help you bathe, and even go to the toilet with you. I know all your sensitive places, I will kiss you here, lick your there, gnaw...you are hard."

Deng Tingge had to push him away a little to prevent Luo Hengqiu from deliberately rubbing that spot again.

"It seems that you like such a perverted me very much." Luo Hengqiu pinched his chin, and exchanged a deep and wet kiss with him.

While he was wiping the wet lips for himself, Deng Tingge stuck out his tongue and touched his fingers.

"I like it, no matter how perverted I am." His voice was hoarse and low, "Brother, I'm yours."

Luo Hengqiu pinched his wrist and licked and kissed him little by little.The movement was very light, as if being cautious, but also as if trembling with excitement.

"Do it once," he said. "It's fine now."

Deng Tingge was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly lacked confidence in himself.

"No... not yet..."

Luo Hengqiu had already retreated between his legs and was about to pull his pants. Hearing this, he raised his head and smiled: "Okay."

Deng Tinge suddenly felt that the room temperature was too high.

(Brother stretches out his hand and gracefully pulls out thousands of characters.)

Later, Deng Tingge compared it and found that once Luo Hengqiu became "perverted", it was very interesting, very shameless, very obscene, and very praiseworthy.