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Before Yan Yunchu returned to City B, his mother finally couldn't bear it and talked to him. "Yunchu, tell mom honestly, you and, um, you really have nothing to do with Ah Cheng?"

Mothers know their children best, and because they know so well, they worry even more.

Yan Yun, who was packing up his things, paused for the first time, then raised his head and smiled slightly at his mother: "Mom, don't worry, I will take care of it."

Mother Yan sighed: "Of course, Mom believes that you can solve it, but Yunchu, feelings are not like other things. You can do whatever you want. Most of the time, you can't help yourself." Looking at her son's dazed expression, Mother Yan Patted on the back of his hand lightly: "However, no matter what you plan to do, no matter what the result is, Mom only hopes that you can be well. Feelings can't be forced, but as long as you give up, there will always be something."

"Well, I know Mom." Yan Yunchu put down the things in his hands, walked in front of his mother, and hugged her shoulders: "Thank you, Mom." Thank you and Dad, for never forcing me to make any painful choices , Thank you for your support over the years.

"Thank you, I'm your mother." Mother Yan smiled and patted her son on the back. When the children grow up, the only thing parents can do for them is to support them silently behind them and give them a reliance.

When I went downstairs, I saw Father Yan sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. "Got to go?"

"Well, Dad, in a few days, the weather will get warmer, so you can take my mother out for a walk."

"You just need to take care of yourself." Father Yan said lightly.

"You old man, why are you still so choked up when you talk!" Mother Yan scolded: "You don't have to worry about me and your dad, we both don't have to worry about anything now, and our health is extremely good. But you, no matter how busy you are at work, you can't It’s true that you don’t care about your body, knowing that young people like you are working very hard for your career, and you won’t realize how important your body is until you’re old.” Mother Yan exhorted worriedly.

"Okay, I know, Mom." Yan Yunchu smiled coquettishly, and then Yanmu smiled and slapped him under the arm.

"Let's go, Mom and Dad. I'll come back to see you later."

"Be careful on the road."

In the rearview mirror, the figures of Yan's father and Yan's mother gradually faded away until after turning the corner, Yan Yunchu sighed.

Thinking of his mother's reluctant expression and his father's vague approval when Chu Cheng left, Yan Yunchu felt both funny and bitter in his heart.

"Yunchu." While waiting for Chu Cheng's assistant to pick him up in his bedroom, Chu Cheng looked at the flower garden in the courtyard downstairs and suddenly called out.

"Ok?"

"Why do I feel that the way my uncle and aunt look at me is a little strange." Chu Cheng touched his chin and said.

Yan Yunchu's heart trembled, but he smiled back and asked, "What's so strange?"

"Well, it can't be said to be strange, it's just—" Chu Cheng rubbed his temples: "It seems, a little too eager." In fact, it's not a little bit, Yan's mother is obviously almost engraved on her face. I am very satisfied with you, these big words, and although Father Yan doesn't talk much, his expression is always indifferent, but if you look a little carefully, you can also see the inexplicable sense of approval in his eyes.

So, what did he do to make these two old people express their satisfaction and approval to him?He didn't think it was because of his acting skills or something.

Yan Yunchu pretended to be surprised: "Hey, is that so? I didn't notice much, my parents were like this when Ale came here before."

Ale?Chu Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Director Bai?"

"Ah."

"I heard from Fengqiao before that you two have known each other since childhood." Looking at Yan Yunchu's handsome profile, Chu Cheng always felt that this person seemed to be hiding some secret, and that secret was still related to himself, but Yan Yunchu I don't want to say it, and I can't ask directly, "Hey, are you hiding something from me?" It's too abrupt.

When Bai Le was mentioned, Yan Yunchu's expression became very gentle. "Yeah, we lived in a community before. A Le and his sisters all learned calligraphy from my father for a while when they were young, but A Le couldn't sit still because of his size, so he was lectured by my father a few times. After not correcting it once, my father will no longer care about him, but every time I write big characters beside him, he can be quiet for a while." Thinking of something, Yan Yunchu couldn't help but curl his lips.

"What?" Chu Cheng suddenly felt that Yan Yunchu's expression when he mentioned Bai Le made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's nothing." Yan Yunchu shook his head and smiled, "I just thought that Uncle Bai would send him to my house to watch me write big characters when he thought he was too noisy. In fact, during that time, I was really miserable. From time to time, I have to write for a whole day. Speaking of it, at that time, I really wished that this guy would mess with me when I was writing, so that Uncle Bai would stop thinking about me."

Lian Chucheng couldn't help laughing: "I never thought you would have such a helpless time."

"Do I look like someone who only knows how to bully others all day long?" Yan Yunchu gave him a sideways look with slight dissatisfaction.

"That's not what it means." Chu Cheng hurriedly explained, seeing Yan Yunchu smiling and sighing, "I just feel a little regretful."

"Pity?"

"Yes, it would be great if we knew each other at that time." Chu Cheng said, watching Yan Yunchu's profile seriously.

As soon as Chu Cheng finished speaking, Yan Yunchu felt his cheeks suddenly become hot, so he could only cough lightly: "What's the matter, but it's just following me to write big characters every day, I'm afraid you will find it annoying."

Thinking of the conversation at that time now, Yan Yunchu still felt that his face was a little hot, and he took out a CD that Bai Le had put in, and the man's clear voice sang softly beside his ears——

The air is restless in July

Clouds drift or gather or disperse

How many thoughts are precipitated in the dream

When the flowers bloom, they all wither

In July, nostalgia is messy

The cloud drifts away, the past is calm

Memories are endless

When the wind stops, everything will dissipate

"Song Xi, when you write, your expressions should be richer. Yes, eyes, you see that the male lead's eyes are very important, that's right."

Jiang Zhiqiao shouted at the two people in the field.

And Chu Jianli, who was dressed coldly in a green shirt, turned his head to look at the young man who was clinically writing in the house by chance, with a calm expression, but there was a hint of warmth between his brows.

It suddenly occurred to him, whether that little Yunchu, the immature and young boy whom he had missed and had never seen before, had ever written in front of the desk under the window facing the wind in a warm and warm afternoon, quietly , peaceful.

Sometimes, feelings are like a trickle, when you and I don't even notice, just like that, it spreads to every part of the body, and finally fills the atrium.

The author has something to say: Movie Emperor Chu: Yunchu, are you hiding a secret from me?Yan Yunchu: Guess~^-^ Best Actor of Chu: Yunchu, do you like me?Screenwriter Yan: Guess~^-^ Best Actor Chu: .... (I'm sorry, I'm just too ecstasy from Kawenka!!!)