Immersive performance [entertainment circle]

About the marriage proposal, Zhongqin forgot about it after asking. At that time, he just felt that the atmosphere was a bit depressing, so he wanted to change the topic to a lighter one.

Ji Shuyuan replied that he was not ready yet, Zhongqin nodded casually, and didn't think about it anymore.Anyway, the two of them are old husbands and old husbands, and they don't care about this form.

After returning, Ji Shuyuan was busy with work, and it took a while before he found time to finish the appointment of guardian with Zhongqin.

During the Chinese New Year, the two returned to Ji's family for a reunion, but Jiang Shuyin suddenly mentioned the wedding.

"Originally, your father and I didn't expect so much, but didn't you make it public at the awards ceremony?" Jiang Shuyin said, "At that time, the trending searches were paralyzed by the news of the two of you. After a long time, just click on it." You can see your public information on any software, and all the relatives and friends around us know it. At first, some people really couldn’t accept it, but after so long...we don’t bother to pay attention to other people, but those relatives and friends who have close contacts can’t accept it. The attitude has changed. So your father and I thought, we should hold a wedding for you, and only invite those who are very close and sincerely bless you, okay?"

Zhongqin put down his chopsticks, and looked at Ji Shuyuan's expression with some hesitation.

"I don't agree." Ji Shuyuan said, "You can't guarantee that everyone will accept it, but if someone's eyes look wrong, he will be sad."

In fact, Zhongqin didn't care about strangers' comments, but if the other party was Ji Shuyuan's relatives, he might indeed be sad, so when he heard what Ji Shuyuan said, he lowered his head and didn't refute.

"Oh." Jiang Shuyin sighed sadly, "Actually, Mom also hopes that you can be more comfortable, and you don't have to hide when visiting relatives and friends..."

"We can guarantee it." Ji Shuzheng said suddenly, "They are all relatives and friends who have known each other for decades. How can we not see what they think? Then I will visit with your mother and see them face to face. attitude, we will not invite anyone who disagrees at all."

After a pause, Ji Shuzheng said: "A public wedding will at least allow Zhongqin to go back to have a reunion dinner during the Chinese New Year."

Speaking of this, Ji Shuyuan has no reason to continue to refute, so he can only compromise: "Then I will go with you."

Zhongqin's eyes were astringent, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you...Thank you Bo..."

"I have obtained the certificate for several years, and I still haven't changed my words." Ji Shu was frowning and interrupted him, "Is it me and your mother who treat you badly? Are you so lucky?"

"No." Zhongqin said quickly, "Thank you, thank you mom, thank you dad..."

His throat was congested badly, and it was the first time in his life that he called Dad. He stumbled and didn't call out for a long time, which made the usually serious Ji Shuzheng smile.

"Okay, okay." Jiang Shuyin patted Zhongqin's head, "Change it slowly, it's okay."

Zhongqin buried his head and nodded, feeling that the space called "relatives" in his heart seemed to be filling up silently.

Taking advantage of the new year, Ji Shuyuan accompanied his parents to visit the homes of relatives and friends, gently tested their attitudes, and finally drew up a list of invitations, and decided that the wedding will be in late summer and early autumn, which happens to be a season when the weather is neither too cold nor too hot.

Although I just wanted to hold a small event, there were still many and complicated things. Both of us were busy with work, and the preparations for the wedding progressed very slowly.

At the beginning of summer, things were almost done, and the two of them were finally able to breathe a little bit, and they didn't have to worry about the design drawings of the auditorium and the banquet menu when they went home at night.

One day in the middle of summer, Zhong Qin suddenly asked Ji Shuyuan: "Can you spare tomorrow morning?"

"what happened?"

"I want you to accompany me to a place." Zhongqin asked, "Is that okay?"

"Yes." Ji Shuyuan smiled, "Is there anything I don't agree to your request?"

"That's a lot." Zhongqin said, "You never stopped when you were told to stop in the middle of the night."

"That's not a request." Ji Shuyuan said, "That's an invitation."

"..."

Zhongqin's ears turned red from what he said, and he turned his head and ignored him.

The next day, Zhongqin got up early without being called, and took the initiative to sit in the driver's seat in the car, and drove all the way to the outer suburbs - the gate of a cemetery.

Contacting this season, Ji Shuyuan vaguely guessed something.

Sure enough, when getting out of the car, Zhongqin explained: "The people who died because of the fire before are buried here, and I will find time to come here to worship several times a year. I didn't tell you before, because I didn't think it was necessary for you and me to bear the burden together." These."

Pausing for a moment, he smiled and took Ji Shuyuan's hand: "Now I feel that you are my husband, and it's okay to bear it. Anyway, you are quite happy, right?"

"Yeah." Ji Shuyuan glanced at him, "You're good."

Zhongqin snorted: "I was always good."

The cemetery is very large, and the two climbed the stairs for 5 minutes to reach the place. Zhongqin remembered the location of the tombstones of each deceased, wiped the tombstones skillfully, offered flowers, offered wine, and remained silent all the way.

In front of the last tombstone, Zhongqin bowed and bowed, then stared at the photo on the tombstone for a long time, and said softly: "Thank you."

Ji Shuyuan helped him up, Zhongqin put the remaining wine beside the stele, patted his trouser legs and said, "Let's go."

The way back was much quieter than when he came. Zhongqin opened the car window, propped his face to let the wind blow, and dried his moist eye sockets.

"Days always move forward, and time cannot go backward." Ji Shuyuan took him by the hand and comforted him, "People can't live in memories."

"Yes." Zhongqin nodded, "I know."

About a week before the wedding, one day Zhongqin was staying at home to edit a video, when Ji Shuyuan suddenly sent him a location, asking him to come over after finishing his work.

Zhongqin saw that it was positioned as a concert hall, and thought that Ji Shuyuan was going to invite him to a concert, so he packed up and dressed up.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, as soon as he parked the car, Ji Shuyuan called immediately.

"Come in through the gate, take the elevator to the third floor, there is a room with double doors at the end of the corridor, you go straight in."

Zhongqin followed Ji Shuyuan's instructions and went upstairs. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he vaguely heard the sound of a piano.

The closer to the room Ji Shuyuan mentioned, the clearer the piano sound.

Zhongqin recognized that this was Liszt's "Dream of Love", a very suitable song for confession or marriage proposal - he had already guessed what Ji Shuyuan wanted to do.

Arriving at the end of the corridor, Zhongqin gently opened the door, and the first thing he saw was the orange sunlight sprinkled on the wooden floor.

This is a spacious piano room, which is clean and empty, with only a black grand piano standing in the middle.

The performer was hidden behind the piano, Zhong Qin turned around lightly, and saw Ji Shuyuan's sharp profile.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell behind him, setting him with a beautiful gold border.

There are huge floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the room, and a lush camphor tree is planted beside the window.

Zhong Qin glanced outside, the sunlight was cut into pieces by the branches, and it looked shimmering and colorful from different directions.

He walked behind Ji Shuyuan, leaned against the window sill, and listened to the song quietly.

The sound of the piano hovered for a while before completely stopping, Ji Shuyuan slowly closed the cover of the piano, took a gift box from the side and got up.

He walked up to Zhongqin and was about to kneel down when Zhongqin grabbed his wrist.

"You are not allowed to kneel." Zhongqin said, "you stand up and say."

Ji Shuyuan smiled, but didn't insist.

"The ring has already been given away. I will give it to someone else today as a wedding present." He handed the gift box to Zhongqin, "Look?"

"It's not a newlywed for a long time..."

Zhongqin muttered and complained, took the box and opened it, and there was a photo album lying inside.

"Isn't it a bit early this year?" He asked blankly, "Don't you have to wait until the end of the year for your birthday?"

"It's not that." Ji Shuyuan said, "Open it and have a look."

"Oh."

Zhongqin put the box aside, took out the photobook, opened the title page, and saw a sentence written on it:

[In this way, record everything I see]

The signature is Ji Shuyuan's signature.

Zhongqin couldn't help but glance at him, thinking that this person is quite narcissistic, and he even gave himself his photography as a wedding present.

Then Zhongqin turned to the first page. On it was a picture of his sleeping face, and there were a few lines of handwritten small characters in the lower right corner: [On a certain day in a certain year, at eleven o'clock in the evening, I cried twice, and thought I was a murderer]

The second page is the back view of him performing on stage. The small print reads: [On a certain day of a certain year, at nine o’clock in the evening, my fairy descended to the earth and was shining]

The content of the small print behind is written more and more.

[On a certain day in a certain year, at [-] o'clock in the morning, I stayed in bed and begged for mercy three times in my dream. It was a good sign, and I was the one who had the nightmare]

[On a certain day in a certain year, at [-]:[-] p.m., it was the first time I peeled shrimp by myself, I didn’t wash my hands and touched my eyes, I cried ps I never peeled shrimp by myself again]

[On a certain day in a certain year, at ten o'clock in the morning, I tried a new recipe, it was so bad that I wanted to overturn the kitchen, after I lost my temper, I continued to try it for the second time, stubbornly curling up]

[On a certain day of a certain year, at two o'clock in the afternoon, a lazy kitten, took a nap on the balcony and slept until dark, self-consciously decadent, and gave Hulu a bath after working hard, covered in dog hair]

[On a certain day of a certain year, at three o'clock in the morning, I broke up with me, stayed up all night, put a golden chain on the rebellious little bird, and then ran to stew the soup]

……

Every one is a photo of Zhongqin, and the little things in the corners of his life that he never cared about are all seen by Ji Shuyuan.

"Look at the cover." Ji Shuyuan rarely showed emotion, showing a bit of complacency, "I drew it."

"what?"

I didn't notice it just now, but now Zhongqin saw that there was a gouache peach blossom on the cover. The color of the petals ranged from dark to light, and each flower was different. It looked pink and pleasing.

"You can also draw?" Zhongqin asked in surprise.

"I learned it specially." Ji Shuyuan turned the photobook to a page in the middle, which was a photo of Zhongqin's back full of traces.

"What's the matter?" Zhongqin stared at the photo for a while, and suddenly something sounded, and the roots of his ears turned red immediately, "You, you said you wanted to collect color cards, and that's why?"

"Hmm." Ji Shuyuan asked, "Does it look good?"

"Good-looking is good-looking..." Zhongqin said shamelessly, "but it's really shameless..."

"Don't show it to others." Ji Shuyuan said, "We will collect a new one next time."

"...Stop talking..."

Zhongqin closed the photobook, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the flowers on the cover were not serious, he quickly hid the things in the box, turned his head and was about to leave: "Hurry up and go home."

"Don't worry, we haven't finished talking yet." Ji Shuyuan pulled him into his arms, "If you don't let me kneel down, and don't give me a chance to confess, what kind of marriage proposal is that?"

Zhongqin raised his head and kissed him: "I'll ask when I go home."

Ji Shuyuan pinched the back of his neck helplessly: "Let me finish."

"Then let me talk." Zhongqin looked at him, "Teacher Ji has already talked enough, and just wrote a lot in the photobook, let me talk this time."

Ji Shuyuan was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Okay, then tell me."

"Um--"

Zhongqin buried his head in thought for a while, then cleared his throat, looked at him seriously and said, "Actually, before I met Teacher Ji, I always felt like a little animal for fun, living in the camera every day , anyone can observe me, anyone can comment on me."

"Some people may envy my rich clothes and fine food." Zhongqin said, "But no matter how delicate a little beast is, it's just a little beast."

"Most people claim to be good and upright, but deep down they are superior.

"Teacher Ji always said that he was perverted. When he wanted to possess me, he could hold back his desire and ask me if I wanted to."

Zhong Qin hooked Ji Shuyuan's hand with lowered eyes, and the two rings on his ring finger collided with each other, making a soft sound.

"I don't want to be a delicate little beast, I want to be a human being."

He smiled lowly and said:

"So don't ask or ask.

"I am willing."

——End of text——

The author has something to say:

There is no time for extra episodes, the update will still be at [-] pm, everyone will click in after seeing the update prompt~

If there is anything you want to see, you can also comment and put it forward, I will try my best to satisfy XD

Then I will write the next book "I Still Inquire About Your Recent Situation After Breaking Up". This book will be relatively short, with an estimated 20 words. QQ

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