I really don't want to fry CP with the actor

The follow-up scene that was supposed to be filmed, after Yu Xingchen recovered a bit, Zhou Jinxing refused to let him take it.

He even went to explain the situation to Luo Hong himself, and then pulled Yu Xingchen to insist on letting him go back to rest.

Originally, Yu Xingchen had almost finished filming today's scene, but after Luo Hong knew the reason, he didn't stop him.

Although it was a drama and he was recovering, Yu Xingchen's mood was still not too high.

The whole person looked slumped and lacking energy.

Since Zhou Jinxing still had a few shots to shoot, he could only tell Xiao Lu to take Yu Xingchen back first, and stare at him to let him have a good rest.

That night, the dark sky was covered with a thick layer of fog, and the moon and stars could not be seen.

A heavy rain just after twelve o'clock woke up Yu Xingchen from his nightmare.

He sat on the bed for a long time, his mind seemed to be surrounded by the scene of the dream just now, he tried hard to recall the details of the dream just now, but gradually, the plot became blurred until only a wisp of Depression is in the heart.

can not fall asleep.

The heavy rain outside the house was beating against the windows, loudly.

He got up and walked to the window, and opened the curtains, only to find that it was not only rainy, but also windy outside.

Standing by the window for a while, I remembered that Zhou Jinxing seemed to have a night show today.

I don't know if I'm back now...

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Zhou Jinxing.

There was no sound there, but after a while, the doorbell of his room rang.

Yu Xingchen glanced at the time subconsciously, it was almost one o'clock soon.

Walking to the door with doubts, through the cat's eyes, he realized that Zhou Jinxing was standing outside.

He quickly opened the door, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Jinxing entered the door, wearing pajamas, but his hair was still wet, and dragged him into the room, "I just came back from the set, and when I came out, it rained heavily and got wet. I saw you texting me when I got out of the shower, what's wrong?"

Yu Xingchen lowered his head, he didn't feel it just now, when he came to look for him just because of a message from him, he suddenly felt a sense of grievance in his heart.

He tugged at the corner of his clothes, moved into his arms, hugged him, and said in a muffled voice: "I just... had a nightmare. But when I woke up, I couldn't remember what I dreamed of. It seemed to be my mother, and it seemed to be my mother. It's not...it's just that I feel very uncomfortable. It's still raining outside..."

Zhou Jinxing hugged him back, rubbed his hair and chuckled, "Rain has nothing to do with nightmares, what's wrong, are you scared?"

Yu Xingchen shook his head in his arms and stopped talking.

Zhou Jinxing said "Oh", "Then what should I do, I've come all the time, or should I sleep with you?"

Yu Xingchen was taken aback, and immediately got out of his arms, stepped back half a step, and looked at him cautiously.

Zhou Jinxing narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand and pulled him back, "I'm not doing anything to you, what kind of eyes do you have?"

It's not that he's afraid of what he might do to him, but Yu Xingchen feels that they've only been together for a long time, and they've grown to the point where they want to "sleep with///"?

Although, this "accompany" is not the other "accompany".

But in the end, they still fell asleep together.

Zhou Jinxing slept outside the quilt, and the air conditioner was turned on in the room, but it was not cold.Hugging him across the quilt, listening to the sound of rain outside the window that didn't get any smaller, "This rain is heavy enough."

Yu Xingchen tugged on the quilt, a little hesitant, "Are you really not cold?"

Zhou Jinxing looked down at him, smiled slightly, and his eyes clearly hinted, "Bao, are you sure you want to ask this question again?"

Yu Xingchen blushed and closed his mouth.

Zhou Jinxing sighed, put his arms around him and changed the subject, "When filming on the set in the afternoon, what did you think of, crying so hard?"

Yu Xingchen pursed his lips, his face was covered with gloom visibly to the naked eye.

"I'll just ask casually, if you don't want to talk about it, forget it." Zhou Jinxing took him by the hand, pinched his fingers and sighed slightly, "I'm deeply involved in the drama, especially in this kind of emotional aspect, it's hard to get out of the drama." normal."

Yu Xingchen shook his head, "I thought of my mother..."

Zhou Jinxing paused for a moment.

Then he heard his moderate voice speak slowly, this was the first time Yu Xingchen took the initiative to talk to him about his childhood, his mother.

The few times before, he even mentioned it with a smile.

Zhou Jinxing has always felt that this matter is his private matter after all, it is a major event, and it should also be a pain point in his heart.

If he doesn't tell, it's not easy for him to ask.

But then he thought about it again, during this period of time he endured all this alone, probably no one could say anything, otherwise he wouldn't have cried so badly in the afternoon just thinking about it.

Since he wanted to speak, he could just be a quiet listener.

I couldn't be with him before, but now I can just be by his side, listening to him and letting him vent.

"...My mother used to treat me really badly. When I was young, I was ignorant, and I always wondered if I was born to her. I always asked her, everyone else has a father, why didn't I? The funny thing is, even She doesn't even know who my father is."

"Later, when we got older, our relatives were getting farther and farther away from us. My mother always moved with me. The reason was that people around the house knew what happened to her before, and there were too many gossips, which was very unpleasant. Until I went to school When I was in high school, I was notified by the teacher once that my mother committed suicide at home, but fortunately she was rescued in time. I didn’t know until then that she had depression, but she never told me, nor did she It was performed before. Later, we moved again."

"In the past two days, the scene was shot in the hospital, the mental hospital... I can always think of the time when I went to the hospital to see my mother. Sitting on the edge of the bed facing the door and looking out the window."

"I don't know when she got dementia... Mingming is not very old. When I debut, become a star, become rich, and pick her up again, she won't remember me anymore."

"Brother Chen told me that placing her in a nursing home is the best way, because I just debuted and I can't let this matter become a stain on me."

"It's ridiculous, right? My own mother turned out to be a stain."

As he said that, Yu Xingchen looked at him with a sad expression on his face, he laughed at himself and moved closer to Zhou Jinxing.

Zhou Jinxing lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the forehead, as if to appease, but also to comfort him.

Yu Xingchen went on to say: "Yes, not only does she not remember me, she also goes into mania when she sees me. Probably because every time I go to the hospital to see her, I always see her sitting quietly and looking out the window I don’t know when she got depressed, or when she started to forget me, let alone why she got mania. I don’t know anything…”

"Look, I'm really a very unfilial son."

"Later, I didn't dare to see her anymore. The doctor said that stimulating her would make her condition worse."

"No way, I can only ask Brother Chen to help me visit regularly. Every time I want to go, I will take a sneak peek from a distance, and get to know the situation with the aunt who takes care of her."

"It's been many, many years, and I haven't said a word to her face to face, in person."

"Before I was busy filming, and there were variety shows and events... I haven't been there for a long time."

"It's just that I didn't expect that when I went again, I would send her off."

Speaking of this, Yu Xingchen choked up a little.

Zhou Jinxing looked at him distressedly, and for a while, he didn't know how to comfort him.

Yu Xingchen smiled at him and shook his head slightly.

Zhou Jinxing didn't speak, just hugged him silently, and listened to him continue.

"Our mother and I have basically no relatives for so many years. Those relatives in the past have long since stopped contacting, and she has no friends. On the day of the funeral, apart from Brother Chen and me, it was the aunt who has been taking care of her in the nursing home."

"I didn't shed a single tear that day. I don't know why, but I couldn't cry. I felt very dazed and at a loss—why did she leave? How could it be..."

"My aunt told me that when she left, she held my favorite doll bear in her arms. I bought that doll with my first scholarship, and it was the only toy I ever bought when I grew up. I bought it back On the first day at home, my mother scolded me, she was very angry and said I spent money indiscriminately."

"I was young at the time, and I just thought about it. She didn't like it, so I just hid it so that she wouldn't see it. Later, when I grew up, boys always played with a doll bear, which felt very embarrassing, so I secretly I will throw it away by myself."

"It wasn't until later that she got sick and took it out by herself. I didn't know until then that what I lost was picked up by her, and it was well hidden."

"It's also very fortunate that my favorite teddy bear left with her."

"Sometimes I'm really at a loss. She is my mother, but as a son, I don't seem to know her at all."

"I don't know what she thinks, what she thinks of me, or what some of her actions mean."

"My aunt later gave me a photo album... It's not so much a photo album, but a notepad, a handbook. The full one is all about me."

"My various activity photos, interviews, variety shows, and all the roles I have played and the events I have experienced-since my debut."

Thinking of that booklet, Yu Xingchen couldn't help but still feel sour, and his eyes were slightly red.

"I always thought she was ashamed of me. Really, since I was a child, no matter how well I did, she never looked at me. I thought I was a shame in her life, but I didn't expect——I even went to Now I don't know why she committed suicide, why..."

The him in that booklet is all his best side.

She collected all the good ones, kept them, and flipped them through from time to time for herself, and then said, "He looks like my son."

just like?

Not really.

Maybe she didn't want to have anything to do with him, and she didn't want to be a stain on his bright stardom.

She is always proud in her heart—look, this is my son, how handsome he is, he is a star.

Yu Xingchen couldn't hold back after all, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes slowly.

Zhou Jinxing bowed his head to kiss away his tears, and hugged him tightly.

Yu Xingchen was in his arms, sobbing sadly, "I thought she disliked me and didn't like me, I was afraid she would blame me, afraid she would be angry, even after she left, I didn't dare to touch her, I didn't hold her hand and shout A mother..."

On the set in the afternoon, Zhou Jinxing saw him crying so sadly, and only guessed that he might be thinking of his mother.

But now hearing what he said, he finally understood why Yu Xingchen cried like that in the afternoon.

It is real, personal pain, real guilt and self-blame.

As he said, he didn't cry at the funeral, the sudden blow knocked him into a daze.

For almost half a month, I didn't mention or cry, and it wasn't that I wasn't really sad.

He just suppressed that emotion deep in his heart, but he didn't know that the longer he suppressed it, the more violent his resistance would be.

Yu Xingchen cried muffledly in his arms for a while, and the pajamas on Zhou Jinxing's chest were all wet.

The sound of the rain outside the window gradually subsided, and the person in his arms gradually calmed down.

Yu Xingchen sniffed, looking at the obvious water stain on his chest, feeling a little embarrassed.

Zhou Jinxing smiled, pretending to be suspicious: "What are you looking at? It's not your masterpiece."

Yu Xingchen let out a "huh" and said vaguely, "I...help you wash it?"

Zhou Jinxing's expression froze, and he suddenly felt a little over the top.

Rubbing his hair helplessly, he said angrily, "Can you stop saying such foul words?"

His hair was messed up by him, Yu Xingchen dodged a little bit and looked at him blankly.

Zhou Jinxing sighed, lowered his head and kissed him, the deep and sudden kiss surprised Yu Xingchen, he struggled twice but was hugged a little tighter.

Because he had just cried, there was a nasal sound in his sobs, which sounded pitiful and even more foul.

Zhou Jinxing didn't know how much restraint he had used to hold back his confusion, and bit the corner of his lips when he let go.

Yu Xingchen immediately dreamed back to those kiss scenes in "Qing An".

Zhou Jinxing really likes to bite the corner of his mouth when kissing!

Glaring at him aggrievedly, "Why did you bite me again!"

Zhou Jinxing snorted, "Punish, punish!"

Yu Xingchen turned his face away and muttered, "I don't know why..."

Seeing his aggrieved and angry appearance, Zhou Jinxing couldn't help laughing, stretched his arm under his neck, let him pillow him, and hugged him with the other hand, wrapping Yu Xingchen in his arms inside.

Then he asked knowingly: "I think the rain is about to stop, do you think I should go back now, or continue to sleep with you?"

Yu Xingchen reached out and poked his arm in front of her, then turned to look at him and rolled his eyes, "Do you look like you plan to go back?"

Zhou Jinxing raised a very fake smile on his face, shamelessly said: "I don't think so either."

He lowered his head, kissed Yu Xingchen's face, and said loudly, "Good night, baby!"

Yu Xingchen felt that his cheeks were a little hot, turned his back to him, and whispered: "Boyfriend, good night."

After talking to him so much in one night, he was actually not that sad anymore.

These things have been stuffed in my heart for so long, and I can finally say them out, and I have vented them well, and I feel much better.

"Go to sleep, don't think about that." Zhou Jinxing circled him from behind, "Let him pass the past, from now on, I will always be with you."

Yu Xingchen didn't speak, just grabbed his hand that was circled in front of her, and interlocked his fingers.

I feel warm in my heart.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, a Weibo post caused an uproar.

[Zhou Jinxing V: A few times sitting under the flowers and playing the flute, the silver man's red wall looks into the distance.It seems that the stars are not from last night, for whom the wind and dew stand at midnight. 】