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"I am back."

Song Cheng came back earlier than I thought.I was still cutting vegetables in the kitchen, and he took the knife from me irresistibly: "Let me cut it, be careful not to hurt your hands."

"It's only early seven o'clock, celebrating birthday so fast?" I washed my hands and asked casually, "Is it fun?"

Song Cheng didn't answer.I froze and looked at him sideways, and found that the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and his expression was a bit ugly.

"What's the matter? What happened?" My heart skipped a beat, "Song Cheng? Are you okay?"

"...Nothing." He said softly, "Leave me alone for a while."

"Can you talk to me about something? Let's solve the problem together." I became nervous. I had never seen him with such a downcast expression before, and I was afraid that he would need some space to be alone and dare not say more. "No matter what happens, I will By your side, I love you."

After listening to what I said, he was silent for a long time, raised the corner of his mouth and forced a smile at me: "I want to hear you say it again."

"Huh?" I reacted quickly and reached out to hug him, "I love you. You were the one who cared about me before, so please tell me if you have any unhappy things. I want to care about you too, okay? "

"Jun Yan..." He seemed to want to say something, but finally shook his head, "It's nothing. I had an argument with someone, and I'm a little angry. Go and rest."

I'm still a little concerned, after all, there are not many things that can make Song Cheng angry, but right now I can't ask anything.I had no choice but to nod: "Don't take this kind of thing to heart, the most important thing is to be happy."

"I used to be a self-centered person." Just when I was about to go out, Song Cheng said suddenly, his back was straight, and I couldn't see his expression clearly, "For acting, and for some things, I made a mistake. It's a matter of implicating others."

"Ok?"

I was stunned, Song Cheng rarely mentioned his past, this time it was rare, so he listened patiently.

"That person didn't tell me these things. Back then, I was too stubborn and ran away from home. I didn't know that he was angered by my father and suffered a lot. I suddenly learned about these things today..."

He stopped talking, and I asked cautiously, "So do you feel guilty in your heart?"

"...No." Song Cheng said, "It's just that I can't figure out what he's thinking."

I suppressed the lingering feeling of weirdness in my heart, and tried to comfort me: "What else can I think? Since he will help you, he must treat you as a true friend. Friends have deep friendship and don't care about these things. If you still feel ashamed of him, do your best to help him in whatever way you can in the future."

"Let's not talk about that." He turned to face me, still in a gentle and peaceful manner, "Jun Yan, help me put on the apron."

The topic ended too hastily, and I couldn't help wondering if I made a mistake.He took the apron to help him tie it, and said: "I chose the road by myself. At that time, no one forced your friend to help you. Since he did it, he will definitely not regret it. Besides, you are such a good person, and you often help others. If it was changed, I would also go through fire and water for you, don’t you think so?”

Song Cheng kissed my cheek, and his voice finally brought a little smile: "How can I speak so well like you?"

"It's the truth." I smiled, "I'm going to collect the clothes."

When it was time to eat, I pretended to casually ask: "By the way, is that friend of yours called Cheng Heyun?"

Song Cheng's chopsticks paused, he raised his eyes to look at me, and said softly, "What's the matter?"

"You forgot, I left your cell phone with him a few days ago, and I went to get it back." I was the one who asked the question, but when I faced Song Cheng's calm eyes, I felt guilty for no reason, as if I had asked a question that I shouldn't have asked. , "Drink soup and drink soup. I know you as a classmate, so I ask, I want to know more."

"He's my classmate in high school, and we have a good relationship." Song Cheng took my bowl and refilled me with soup, slightly curved his mouth, and said calmly, "When I first came to City B, I didn't have any money on me. I went to him to eat and drink, and received a lot of help from him."

"Let's have a meal together when we're free." I stared at the ribs in the bowl, "I saw your stack of letters last time when I was cleaning, and the lettering is quite nice-let me explain, I'm not messing around Turn over your stuff."

Song Cheng's expression was very frank, and he looked at me a little funny: "I know you can't turn over, and there's nothing I'm afraid of you seeing, it's just that I'm used to tidying things up and putting them away. Oh... Jun Yan, are you in Jealous?"

The boulder hanging from the bottom of my heart seemed to be stuck in my throat, but I still smiled as usual: "Why? Why should I be jealous of your classmate? Just ask."

After dinner, Song Cheng and I cleaned up the dishes together, listening to him talk about what happened in the rehearsal in the acting class, and the time passed quickly while talking and laughing.When it was time for a break, I went to brush my teeth in the cramped bathroom of the rental house.

When I first stayed here, I really hated it, but after a long time, I got used to it.I was brushing my teeth, thinking in my mind that when Song Cheng was out filming, I would choose a beautiful tile to cover the ceiling, it would look bright.

Song Cheng went to wash up, I poured myself a glass of water and took two sleeping pills.Suddenly I heard Song Cheng calling my name, and I quickly agreed, "What's wrong?"

"The water pipe is broken." His voice was a little helpless, "There is no water."

The corridors are filled with various maintenance telephone numbers, but I don’t know if I can find someone in the middle of the night. I said, “What should I do then? I’ll call the maintenance master.”

Song Cheng pushed open the door and came out wiping his hair. His bangs were wet and stuck to his forehead. Because of the moisture, his facial features were even more handsome and charming.I was a little dry mouth for a while, so I took the towel and wiped it for him.

He sighed: "I was going to clean the bathroom after washing, but I didn't expect that the water pipe was broken and the water couldn't come out. This happened before, and it took a lot of effort to fix it. I guess it might be a bit troublesome to fix it this time. It's too late to trouble others to come over, let's talk about it tomorrow."

When I touched his warm skin with my fingers, Song Cheng always had a subtle lust when he smiled, and I was naturally a little distracted when I looked at his face.But I was too embarrassed to mention it in front of him, so I had to find something to do to save myself from embarrassment: "Then I'll dry your hair for you, and be careful not to catch a cold."

He nodded and sat on the side of the bed, and I chatted with him with a hair dryer: "Is your hair the hard one?"

Song Cheng smiled: "That's right. It's natural, and I can't change it. A stylist told me about it before."

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with it. People with hard hair have a hard heart and are not easy to be bullied by others."

I just said this casually, but after I finished speaking, my heart moved.

I have said similar things to Yang Chen before, after we had a quarrel and reconciled.He was lying on my lap playing with his mobile phone. I was still angry, and when I ran my fingers through his hair, I said, "You know what? Hard hair means a hard heart. Look at your hair, it's about to pierce my hand." gone."

He snorted, raised his eyebrows and looked at me: "Xu Junyan, are you an old man? You can believe all these superstitions. Besides, what's wrong with being hard-hearted? You have soft hair and a soft heart, so you're not a wimp."

Now that I think about it, neither of us was wrong.He is cruel enough, and I am really useless.

"What's wrong? I haven't said anything for so long." Song Cheng turned around and held my wrist. His palms were warm and generous, which made people feel safe, "It's almost finished blowing, I will do the rest myself."

The lighting in the room is warm and soft, and there is a faint aroma of shampoo in the air, but my mood is indescribably complicated.Or... Tell me all the lies before, anyway, Song Cheng is so good, he will forgive me.

This thought popped up so suddenly that I almost broke into a cold sweat—it was because Song Cheng was so kind to me that I couldn't tell him the truth.I don't want to bear any future of losing him, it's better to find a suitable reason to get over this matter in the future.

The most urgent task is to help Xu Yucheng complete the plan.When he becomes the head of the Xu family, I will be able to leave this pool of muddy water and live my own life.

...Of course, I also know that this is just my wishful thinking, and the possibility of it being realized is probably less than one percent.But it was this small possibility that sustained me and allowed me to endure.

Song Cheng had finished drying his hair, pinched my palm and asked softly, "What are you thinking?"

I kissed his brow bone: "I'm thinking about when you will become famous."

"Then it will take some time." He smiled, "What are you waiting for when I become popular?"

"At that time we can move to another city, far away from here." I leaned on the bed and traced his facial features with my fingers, "You big star went out to film, I will wait for you at home, TV There will always be a movie of yours in it."

"sounds good."

"Find someone to draw you a whole wall of portraits in different styles, and put them in the living room, so that people can see them as soon as they come in." I sat up as I spoke, and showed him with gestures, "The face of the handsome guy can't disappoint gone."

Song Cheng and I looked at each other with helpless smiles on our faces. I suddenly felt that my actions were a bit funny, so I immediately lay down and covered my face with a quilt.He laughed and lay down next to me after turning off the light.

I heard a strong heartbeat in his chest, and my eyes were a little hot: "Song Cheng."

"Ok?"

"I love you."

"I know."

"I really love you. I didn't lie. You are the one I love the most, and I only have you."

"I know." He held my hand tightly under the quilt, "Jun Yan, I love you too."

"After you become a big star, don't abandon me... You are an actor, if you lie to me, I won't be able to find out, so don't hide your worries from me in the future, you can tell me, no matter good or bad, share it with me... Let's grow up Live a long, long life, okay?"

I uttered every word with great difficulty, his voice was steady and reliable, and he promised earnestly: "Okay."

"you swear."

"I swear."

The drowsiness from the sleeping pills caught me like a dark net. Song Cheng gently patted my back with his hand. He was gentle, tolerant, and selfless. He neither refused my request nor asked me to make the same promise. Satisfy everything for me unconditionally.

"If you lie to me..." I said very softly, so lightly that I just opened and closed my lips, spit out vague ravings, for fear of disturbing this unrealistic dream.

Even if you lie to me, please lie to me for the rest of my life.