The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Rong Qian fell into a moment of confusion.

What did Ban Zhun kiss him for?

Asking is not knowing, nonsense.

After all, it's not that Rong Qian has never seen Ban Zhun when he was drunk before. He was honest every time, and his mouth was also responsible. How can he be so aggressive today, and his mouth is not idle.

He even moved his mouth to kiss someone.

It's just outrageous.

This is the first time in his life...

"It's so cold."

The clothes on Ban Zhun's back were overturned by himself, but in the end he kept muttering about being cold.

Rong Qian really had no choice but to temporarily forget the dull pain in the back of his head, walked to the bed again, shook off the quilt and covered Ban Zhun tightly.

"Sleep well and don't move around."

Ban Zhun's hair became static and stuck to Rong Qian's pillow messily.

He obviously drank wine, but in his breath was the sweet aroma of white lemon mixed with grape buds.

Rong Qian hadn't smelled this kind of smell very much, he hesitated, and subconsciously moved to the side of Ban Zhun's neck and sniffed it lightly.

It really radiated from him.

However, at this time, Ban Zhun seemed to be suffering from skin hunger and thirst. Whenever there was a warm breath approaching him, he would firmly lock the person in his arms and not allow him to move.

Rong Qian was tightly bound by this sudden and real force, and had to bend down to take Ban Zhun's posture.

He had no place to put his hand, so he could only rest on Ban Zhun's arm, with his fingertips slightly curled up, as if he was using this restrained behavior to imply to himself that there was still a distance between him and Ban Zhun, yes Need to keep distance.

"You..." Rong Qian's fingertips touched a piece of slightly hard skin that should not have appeared on Ban Zhun's body, "What is this?"

Ban Zhun was drowsy, but he could answer Rong Qian vividly and vividly to any questions that didn't fit the current situation.

"Erhei bumps into me when she's happy, and bumps into me when she's not happy," Ban Zhun said irrelevantly, covering the old scar on his arm, and told Rong Qian seriously, "She weighed more than 80 catties, and I was only 60 at that time. How many pounds, she knocked me into the air."

Only then did Rong Qian realize that he was telling himself the origin of this scar.

"Does it hurt?"

A bloody wound with a diameter of nearly three centimeters is enough for a child who is less than ten years old to run in front of his parents, crying and coquettish.

"It doesn't hurt," Ban Zhun grinned, his eyes shining brightly, as if to show off, "I have never been afraid of pain since I was a child. I even dealt with the wound myself. I used alcohol. I can't reach the alcohol, so I used it." The old cellar."

With that said, he raised his arm to show Rong Qian.

The beautifully lined arms still have a cold white luster in the dim room, like porcelain white ivory treasured in a showcase, revealing an elusive mystery in the dark night.

"Look," Ban Zhun pinched his arm hard, causing the skin to turn red immediately, but he continued to smirk unknowingly, "to such an extent, there is no pain at all."

Rong Qian was startled, quickly pressed his arm, frowned and rubbed at the elbow twice indiscriminately, his eyes stayed on the young man's swollen eyes, the arches became slightly cold due to exposure to the air Carefully fitting the knuckles on it, he said warmly: "Close your eyes, it will be very comfortable if it is cooler."

Ban Zhun closed his eyes obediently, let Rong Qian massage his sore and swollen Jingming acupoint, and thanked him very politely: "I'm really sorry for your trouble."

The thick and straight eyelashes scratched Rong Qian's palm hanging above the bridge of his nose from time to time.

Rong Qian was disturbed by him, and his tone became more serious, "Close your eyes."

"I am not sleepy."

Ban Zhun's eyes were closed, but his mouth never stopped, "I want to hear you sing."

He had no idea who the person in front of him was, and he didn't specify which song he wanted to hear.

It seems that just casually chanting such a sentence is enough.

Just as Rong Qian was hesitating whether to sing a few lines to Ban Zhun perfunctorily, the person who ordered the song had already started.

"Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are."

Rong Qian paused for a moment as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, and the person who was lying on the bed singing didn't notice it at all:

"Hanging in the sky to shine brightly, like many small eyes..."

Ban Zhun coughed, and he got out of Rong Qian's hand, lying on the side of the bed, holding Rong Qian in front of the bedside table, which was so clean that it was almost as clean as a sink, and explained while coughing:

"Ahem...well...I'm good at cleaning the house, and I can also...cough cough, clean it up for you."

Rong Qian walked out of the room quickly, poured a glass of warm water, and closed the door, holding Ban Zhun's shoulders and helping him sit up: "Rinse your mouth with warm water."

Although Ban Zhun was feeling uncomfortable, he didn't spit out anything. He lay down beside the bed with a cup of warm water and obediently followed Rong Qian's orders step by step.

After drinking the water, Rong Qian wanted to let people lie back under the quilt to rest, but Ban Zhun was not sleepy at all, no matter how much his head hurt, he couldn't close his eyes and sleep obediently.

He was afraid of the night, which was as thick as ink, before his eyes.

The feeling of not being able to see was simply terrifying.

"I, I don't know who to tell..."

Ban Zhun curled up at the head of the bed, bent his long legs, and put them in with his loose short sleeves, turning himself into a fat little wax gourd, shaking his fluffy head, talking The voice became lower and lower, "I can't see with my eyes, I can only hear others laughing at me."

The classmates secretly joked behind his back that he would hit a tree while walking.

Rong Qian straightened Ban Zhun's hair with his fingers, "No one is laughing at you."

Ban Zhun's tears couldn't stop falling: "I'm not a little blind."

Rong Qian lightly touched his hot eyelids, feeling sour in his heart: "You are not."

Ban Zhun suddenly felt aggrieved. Although he could tell that Rong Qian's words were helping him, he just felt very depressed.

Drunk people don't make sense.

"I am, I'm a little blind, I can't see the stars," Ban Zhun rolled over and got out of bed, squatting in front of the French window like a puppy, trying to put his face to the window, "I can't see any of them. Hate me and hide them all."

Rong Qian jumped over the big bed, walked to the window, leaned over and picked up Ban Zhun, put him back on the mattress behind him and covered him with a quilt.

Touching his smooth hair one by one:

"If you can do this in a crying scene, the Best Actor and Shidi award would have already been a Grand Slam."

He took out a piece of paper, and instead of directly wiping the corners of Ban Zhun's eyes that were red from crying, he used the corner of the paper towel to gently absorb the tears that kept falling down.

Unexpectedly, Ban Zhun was still crying, but his ears were extremely sensitive. When he heard Rong Qian's words, he turned his head and covered his shriveled pockets with a crying sound:

"I don't have 500 million anymore..."

The first reaction to this kind of words was that Ban Zhun was pretending to be poor, and then Rong Qian realized that Ban Zhun had completely misheard his words.

"I'm talking about grand slam." Rong Qian moved closer and explained to the drunk man in his arms word for word.

Ban Zhun still stubbornly clutched his trouser pocket and shook his head, like a miser refusing to reveal his wealth.

Faced with Rongqian's attitude of seeming to take it by force, he felt very uneasy: "There is no 500 million, not even 500 yuan."

"How can I compete with a drunk like you?"

Rong Qian pinched Ban Zhun's cheek, and said with a smile, "When you see yourself like this tomorrow, I guarantee you will regret it."

Ban Zhun didn't know what Rong Qian was talking about, so he had no interest in it.

His purpose after he was drunk was quite simple. When he was cold or hot, thirsty or hungry, they would all become reasons for him to vent his dissatisfaction.

"a little cold."

Rong Qian pulled the quilt that had slipped to Ban Zhun's back, and wrapped him up carefully, only revealing a disheveled head slightly tilted to the right, which made people want to cover him and rub him again.

Just before the palm of his hand was about to touch the top of Ban Zhun's hair, Rong Qian barely stopped his movements.

Is he crazy too.

"No, don't do this."

Ban Zhun obviously hated the feeling of restraint wrapped around him by the quilt, he struggled to break free from the shackles of the quilt, and stretched out his two arms, pressing them on Rong Qian's shoulders on both sides, pushing him Pounce on the bed.

With his head down, his eyes lingered on every part of Rong Qian's face.

It wasn't until this moment that Rong Qian was really thankful that he was not bad looking, that he could make such a lecherous drunk stare blankly for a while, and even calm him down by the way.

Ban Zhun held his face with both hands, and there was a drunkenness in his eyes that was not half awake.

Rong Qian lay silently under him, blinking slowly at him.

Originally, he thought that Ban Zhun's act of hugging his kiss without hesitation just now was enough to cause him a shock that would not be relieved within ten days and half a month.

However, more than that.

The drunk Ban Zhun likes to laugh.

Obviously under the description of the text, these two uncute words even made Rong Qian feel a little obscene for a while, but when the voice came out of Ban Zhun's mouth, it was inexplicably a little...

After listening to it, people feel that half of the body is numb.

Rong Qian licked the wound on his lips bitten by Ban Zhun, his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.

He felt that Ban Zhun's arms were getting tighter and tighter, and finally, the side of his neck was touched lightly by the warm breath.

The arteries under the thin skin throbbed crazily.

Rong Qian's face suddenly burned unbearably as if it had been burned.

He froze, trying to find a way to explain himself in his heart.

Ban Zhun was like this because he was drunk, and he is a completely normal person on weekdays.

This happens to many people when they are drunk, and it doesn't mean anything.

And even if Ban Zhun uses this method to force him to submit, as long as he doesn't nod, Ban Zhun can't do anything wrong with him.

The initiative has always been with him.

Rong Qian was struggling in confusion, but Ban Zhun suddenly raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked out the window, and sighed regretfully:

"There is no moon today."

Rong Qian followed him and turned his head to look out of the window, and couldn't help being stunned.

There is a moon outside the window.

It's just very dark, blocked by dark clouds.

Can't see it at all.

"The moon is sleeping," Rong Qian ignored his chaotic thoughts, and patted Ban Zhun's back lightly, like coaxing a baby, "It's time for you to sleep too."

"No," Ban Zhun shook his head, "There must be a moon at night."

"Sometimes it doesn't exist, even on cloudy days."

Rong Qian didn't know why he had to compete with a drunk man.

In short, Rong Qian felt that the person in front of him would put his arms around his neck only when he was wronged and sad.

Maybe he wanted to taste that taste again.

Ban Zhun tightened his arms and said with a smile:

"Why don't you be my moon."

.

The sky is bright.

Ban Zhun lay on the bed for a long time, so long that he wanted to put on his slippers and rush out to pee at any time.

But he still didn't dare to move, no matter how painful his head was, he didn't dare to move a little bit, his mind was full of the problem that made him feel puzzling.

Why was he lying on the bed in the master bedroom again.

And still wake up intact.

It's not that he used exaggerated words, but because the people around him are Rong Qian who are more terrifying than tigers, leopards, wolves.

After repeated struggles in his heart, Ban Zhun finally embraced the mentality that he must die, squinted his eyes and glanced at Rong Qian who was lying beside him.

...Fortunately, the ancestor is still sleeping, which means that there is still time for him to escape.

It is not too late.

Ban Zhun grabbed all the evidence he could see that could prove that he slept in the master bedroom last night, tiptoed out of the master bedroom, and went straight to the study.

In the past, Ban Zhun was very vigilant, and he was often away from home, so he installed surveillance cameras in every room.

When encountering weird uncertainties like today, Ban Zhun suddenly remembered his equipment.

He was curled up in a chair with his coat on, staring intently at the computer screen.

Ban Zhun moved the mouse to the picture of the master bedroom, but found that it was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see anything.

After realizing that the surveillance must have been turned off by Rong Qian, Ban Zhun slapped his thigh suddenly and sighed regretfully.

Before he could turn on the voice inside and want to hear what outrageous things he had said to Rong Qian, a fucking voice suddenly came from outside.

"Sure, mom is here. It's past nine o'clock. Didn't you agree yesterday..."

Zhuo Meimei's voice sounded like she was going all the way to the master bedroom, Ban Zhun was so frightened that he didn't even have time to turn off the computer screen, so he could only switch back to the main screen in a hurry, and opened the door in embarrassment with his slippers on, trying to intercept the computer screen. live fucking.

"Mom, Mom, I'm here."

Socializing yesterday, he actually forgot that his parents were coming over today.

Although he knew that Meimei Zhuo would not open Rongqian's bedroom door casually, Ban Zhun was still terrified, and hurriedly greeted Meimei Zhuo, "Mom, he's still sleeping, so don't disturb him."

"That's right, mom brought over the dumplings just made this morning, is Jasper sick, why are you still sleeping at this hour?"

Zhuo Meimei naturally didn't know what the two children's real way of getting along was, so she greeted them with a smile when they entered the room.

According to Rong Qian's usual habit, this time should be up, so Meimei Zhuo couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Just as Ban Zhun was about to take the lunch box from Zhuo Meimei's hand, he remembered his fingers cut by the glass, worried that Zhuo Meimei would make a fuss and shouted to go to the hospital, so he secretly hid his hands behind his back and persuaded him helplessly. : "Mom, he's fine. It's mainly you. If you have time, you should rest more. What do you always make dumplings for? How tired you are."

"You two love to eat, and mother loves buns."

Hearing the movement, Rong Qian opened the door and walked out from the master bedroom, and saw Zhuo Meimei with her back to him, standing by the dining table arranging the lunch boxes in her hands.

In fact, he had already woken up before Ban Zhun opened his eyes, and he just wanted to continue to quietly see what this man was going to do next.

When he found the young man slipping out of the room with his head like a chicken coop, Rong Qian almost laughed out loud.

He didn't get up in a hurry to take a shower until Zhuo Meimei's voice sounded.

Seeing that Rong Qian's temple hair was still wet, Mei Zhuo greeted him as if he had just woken up:

"Jasper, you must say that you like shrimp dumplings the most. Grandma made them for me this morning. You should eat more."

Zhuo Meimei didn't know the truth, so she invisibly overthrew the lie that Ban Zhun created on the night of New Year's Eve.

After hearing the truth, Rong Qian didn't have any obvious reaction, but tried his best to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, and he was much more proactive than when facing Mrs. Ban on weekdays:

"Mom, let me do it."

Hearing Rong Qian calling his mother so naturally and casually, Ban Zhun, who was sitting on the sofa, turned his head and glanced at him in disbelief.

When he wanted to turn back as if nothing had happened, his throat was suddenly choked with saliva, and he covered his mouth and coughed:

"Hmm, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

This time, Ban Jiang, who went to the kitchen to get the tableware, turned around together.

"What's wrong? Choked?"

Ban Jiang spoke harshly, but he still felt sorry for his frail and sickly young son.

Seeing that Ban Zhun's face was flushed from coughing, he poured him a glass of water while pinching the chopsticks with his left hand.

"Drink slowly, what's the matter?"

Ban Zhun felt ashamed at first, but now he was stared at by the only three people in the room, and took the water glass from Ban Jiang with both hands in embarrassment: "Thank you, Dad."

When he was receiving the water glass, Ban Jiang saw the band-aid sticking to the pale fingertips, couldn't help frowning slightly, and asked in a deep voice:

"Why are you injured again?"

Ban Zhun swallowed the water in his mouth, quickly glanced at Meimei Zhuo who had already started talking to Rong Qian, and then he was relieved, and flicked his wrist without paying too much attention:

"It's okay, Dad, it doesn't hurt at all, but don't let my mother hear it."

How can I imagine that Ms. Zhuo Meimei has traveled the rivers and lakes for many years, relying on her exquisite heart and the ability to listen to all directions.

She sensitively grasped the key words in Ban Zhun's words, turned around quickly, and walked towards Ban Zhun with the chopsticks in her hand:

"What's the matter? What doesn't hurt? Let me see, right now."

Ban Zhun never dared to offend his mother, let alone neglect, after all, if he delayed for half a second, his father might be beaten violently, so as to achieve the effect of shaking the mountain and killing chickens to make an example.

Over the years, he and his elder brother hadn't received much beating, but watched his father being unilaterally educated.

Chairman Ban is not a person who hides his secrets. He often uses his own personal experience to show his elder and younger sons when they are trembling:

You must study hard, otherwise when you grow up, you will marry a wife who is as strict and responsible as your mother.

This sentence was firmly engraved in the hearts of the young Banzhuo and Ban Zhun. Every time they lost their motivation to study, they would frantically use this sentence to motivate themselves. It can be regarded as a sigh of relief for the bitter old father.

Thinking of his wife, Ban Zhun inevitably glanced at Rong Qian subconsciously.

And Rong Qian seemed to have noticed his entangled eyes, and turned his head to look at Ban Zhun.

The eyes of the two collided, and after a pause for a while, Ban Zhun hurriedly looked away pretending to be nonchalant, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

There was a wound on Rong Qian's mouth. Could it be that he got drunk last night and injured himself?

.

The Ban family couple came over after breakfast, so they leaned on their chins and sat opposite the two children, watching them eat intently.

Rong Qian was always thinking about the wound on Ban Zhun's hand. As soon as he put down his chopsticks, he saw that Ban Zhun had stood up to pack the tableware, so he hurriedly took it from his hand:

"I'll wash the dishes."

Zhuo Meimei also knew that Ban Zhun had a wound on her hand, so she nodded to Rong Qian, "Then trouble Jasper..."

Ban Zhun dared to let him do this, so he hurriedly snatched it back, and said to his parents in his domineering vice president tone:

"Mom and Dad, with me here today, no one wants Rong Qian to wash half of the chopsticks. I don't allow my lover to do any housework."

Ban Jiang had nothing to say to this oily son, so he got up angrily, sat on the sofa and refused to listen or watch.

Seeing that his father had been raped, Ban Zhun patted Rong Qian's back, "Go and study, leave it to me."

Rong Qian noticed that Meimei Zhuo seemed to have something to say to Ban Zhun, so he walked down Ban Zhun's steps and nodded, "Okay."

Watching Rong sneak into the study, Ban Zhun breathed a sigh of relief, walked towards the kitchen with a stack of bowls in his hand, turned his head to ask sister Zhuo:

"Mom, what do you want to say today, just under the table, you almost kicked the nerves in my legs to death."

Zhuo Meimei looked back at the closed study door worriedly, and leaned into her youngest son's ear and whispered:

"Quite sure, mom is here today to tell you something very important."

Ban Zhun nodded: "Mom, tell me."

"Look, you're already married to Jasper..."

After raising her for so many years, sister Zhuo still knows her son very well. She always feels that Ban Zhun's private life is a bit messy, but she is always embarrassed to talk about him.

Today, while Rong was studying in the study, she mustered up the courage to preach to Ban Zhun and let him cherish this hard-won stable marriage.

"Mom can't ask anymore. I heard that you have many 'children' outside."

Even though those occupations were not very bright, Meimei Zhuo still didn't want to slander those children who might be involuntary, and only wanted to take care of her own family.

Ban Zhun rested his body, and his voice was particularly clear and pleasant, although there was still a little bit of a nasal sound that had caught a cold.

"Mom, I can swear to you, I never touched them..."

Zhuo Meimei spoke sharply: "Haven't touched a single finger? You can't be sorry to Jasper."

Ban Zhun said with a smile, "I really haven't touched them, at least in my conscious state, I have never touched them on my own initiative."

Zhuo Meimei looked at her youngest son with suspicion.

"Really, I don't like them at all," Ban Zhun was eager to appease his mother's heart, "It's just that when socializing outside, there will inevitably be exchanges, but don't worry, mother, I will never do anything to hurt my family."

"Because I really only like Rong Qian."

After Ban Zhun finished speaking, the hand hanging by his side curled up tightly.

what happened to him.

Obviously... I said that before, but it won't be like this...

at the same time.

The figure in front of the computer screen froze suddenly.

Breathing stagnant.

As soon as Rong Qian sat at the desk, he found that the computer was turned on, and the monitoring screen of the living room outside was displayed on the screen, and... it was synchronized.

In the center of the screen that came into view, the conversation between Ban Zhun and Mrs. Ban was being broadcast live.

Rong Qian knew that he was supposed to uphold the principle of "see no evil and listen no evil", but facing Ban Zhun, these principles always became his burden and made him lose himself.

He couldn't help but follow his subconscious mind, wanting to hear every word from that mouth clearly.

So much so that after hearing this sentence, he was completely stunned.

Rong Qian had never imagined how he should react when he encountered such a situation.

The monitoring screen is still synchronizing, with only a little delay, and this delay is even more unfavorable to Rong Qian at this time.

Give him less time to react.

"Zhun Zhun, if you can say this, mom will be relieved," Zhuo Meimei pinched Ban Zhun's cheeks, "My Zhun Zhun has always been a good boy, the most obedient, and I will get along with Jasper well in the future, you know?" .”

Ban Zhun replied with a smile, "I know."

"Go, bring a glass of water to Jasper, he is studying, it is not convenient to come out and pour water."

Zhuo Meimei poured a glass of warm water, stuffed it directly into Ban Zhun's hands, and ordered him to send it into the study without politeness.

Ban Zhun coming in?

Rong Qian looked at Ban Zhun who was gradually walking towards the study on the screen, and stood up from his chair nervously.

What should he do.

If Ban Zhun finds out that he has heard his confession to Mrs. Ban, will he take this opportunity to force himself to stay with him?

Shouldn't be.

According to his observations these days, Ban Zhun is not a hooligan who is willing to force people except when he drinks too much.

If he rejects Ban Zhun, will Ban Zhun still love him as much as he does now?

Obviously not.

Proper refusal can make people want to conquer, but after all, Ban Zhun has shown his feelings to him too many times intentionally or unintentionally.

If he still refuses this time like before, Rong Qian wonders if it will really hurt his heart, and Ban Zhun will not like him anymore.

In fact, you can persuade Ban Zhun not to be so impatient. After all, the two of them are currently living together, and the relationship can be cultivated, and it cannot be achieved overnight.

When the heat is up, it will naturally be tacit.

Until then, then...

So you should pretend that he didn't see it.

Seeing that Ban Zhun had already opened the door, Rong Qian's eyes fell back to the interface on the computer screen that hadn't exited the monitoring screen yet.

It was too late to quit.

How to do?

Smash the computer?

No, this is too violent, Ban Zhun won't like it.

And at the same time, it is equivalent to proving to Ban Zhun that he saw it.

so what should I do now?

Rong Qian was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

He had never felt such emotions before.

It's just... so frustrating.

Ban Zhun stepped into the study room, holding a water glass in his hand, with a smile in his eyes, he stretched out his arms and passed the warm water to Chao Rongqian: "Drink..."

Before he could utter the words "Get some water", Ban Zhun was frightened by a sweeping black shadow and took two steps back.

When he came back to his senses, the computer monitor on the desk had followed Rong Qian who rushed out of the study... disappeared without a trace.

The reflective surface on the empty desk reflected Ban Zhun's bewildered expression.

Rong Qian is...

Steal his computer?

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: I was stunned, what kind of performance is this?

Mrs. Ben: It turns out that being loved is such a sweet burden

[The panicked Mrs. Ban rushed out of the door. Since then, the boss of the class has never had the door to the study room, and she is so sleepy. Good night, babies, I want Modo Modo's comments, oh~]