Soot, Moonlight, Vodka

When Chen Zhuo woke up, it was snowing outside.

The warm sunlight passes through the gaps in the curtains, and the thin snowflakes that fall one after another dot this line of blankness.

It's ten o'clock in the morning.

The quilt was messy, and the clothes, belts, bathrobes, and condom packaging bags of two people were scattered on the bed and the floor.

There is a faint ambiguity in the air.

The red-haired man on the pillow next to him turned over, and a white light hit his bare shoulders, outlining his tight back muscles.

Chen Zhuo looked at the messy red hair.

He had a dream last night, but he can't remember it now.

He reached out to touch the man, but withdrew his hand a few centimeters from the back of his neck.

He got out of bed, sloppily pulled on his pants, and poured himself a glass of vodka from the night before.

After taking two sips of cold wine, Chen Zhuo sobered up a bit. He turned on the TV and pressed the mute button.

The subtitles scrolled: "The youngest white horse actor Chen Zhuo, following the incident of forgetting his words on the set, there was another disturbance. He made NG19 consecutive NG[-]s on the set of "End Without Disease".

Chen Zhuo was sitting by the bed, holding a glass, drinking one sip at a time, staring blankly at the screen, as if he was watching other people's affairs.

Xia Zhifeng crawled over from under the quilt, squinted his eyes and saw Chen Zhuo's negative news on TV again, grabbed the remote control and changed the channel.

"Is the youngest movie star never recovered from this—"

Xia Zhifeng immediately turned off the TV.

"Will you call me when you wake up?" Xia Zhifeng lay beside Chen Zhuo's waist, looked up at him, his red hair was sleeping loosely, adding to his strange sex appeal.

"Just woke up."

"Drinking early in the morning is bad for your stomach." Xia Zhifeng took the glass in Chen Zhuo's hand and drank the rest of the wine: "What do you want for breakfast?"

"You decide." Chen Zhuo got up, took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, walked to the window, opened the window, and left Xia Zhifeng with a puffing back.

Xia Zhifeng didn't remember that Chen Zhuo used to like smoking so much.Chen Zhuo didn't smoke or drink before.

"Then I'll call it breakfast, um..." Xia Zhifeng lay down and looked at the menu beside the bed: "Delicious potato pancakes, Caesar salad, fresh shrimp and wonton noodles?"

"Okay." The person by the window responded, put out half a cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table, and went to the bathroom.

Just after washing his face, the door of the bathroom was opened by Xia Zhifeng.

Xia Zhifeng often breaks in directly like this, but Chen Zhuo never locks the door, which is a tacit consent.

Chen Zhuo looked up, and briefly looked at Xia Zhifeng in the mirror: "What's wrong?"

"Shave for you." Xia Zhifeng sneaked in, took the shaving gel on the sink, twisted off the cap and smelled it, it smelled like mint.

Chen Zhuo leaned against the sink, Xia Zhifeng applied shaving gel on him, picked up the razor, and lifted Chen Zhuo's chin.

Xia Zhifeng belonged to a very unreliable person at first glance, frivolous and too beautiful, no one could control him, no father would feel at ease marrying his daughter to this kind of person.

His movements were gentle and careful. After all, Chen Zhuo's face was famous in film history and has amazed movie audiences all over the world, as well as the judges of the most famous international film festivals.

Chen Zhuo has a very plain appearance, without any aggressiveness, and is very suitable to play the protagonist who is hesitant, confused and forbearing in literary films.

A face with a story, his expressionless face, seems to tell everything.

The razor scraped off the snow-white foam, revealing a short and thin wound, which was accidentally scratched by Chen Zhuo himself while shaving.

"Okay." Xia Zhifeng lowered his head and pressed a light kiss on Chen Zhuo's lips, then turned on the tap to rinse off the foam from the razor.

After Chen Zhuo finished washing, Xia Zhifeng was still absent-mindedly holding a toothbrush in the next room, and supported the white porcelain washbasin with his linear arms.

After Xia Zhifeng came out, Chen Zhuo was already fully dressed, and he handed Xia Zhifeng a paper bag.

gift time.

Xia Zhifeng took out the square box inside. It was Cartier's latest TunkMust watch, made of fine steel, with a silver-white strap and dark blue hands.

"Thank you, Boss Chen." Xia Zhifeng smiled ambiguously, but instead of opening the box, he put the box on the bed: "But this is not what I want."

Chen Zhuo looked at him.

"I want this." Xia Zhifeng pulled Chen Zhuo's wrist. Chen Zhuo was wearing a light brown Rolex.

"This is an endorsement." Chen Zhuo blinked, "Forget it."

He took off the watch and handed it to Xia Zhifeng.

"Put it on for me." Xia Zhifeng stretched out his wrist, like a child who has never worn a watch.

With Chen Zhuo's body temperature, the Rolex rested on Xia Zhifeng's wrist.

Chen Zhuo lowered his eyes and carefully buckled the strap and adjusted the strap holes. Xia Zhifeng looked at Chen Zhuo's neatly trimmed and handsome eyebrows.

After the two finished breakfast, Chen Zhuo wanted to leave.

"Filming in the afternoon?" Xia Zhifeng asked.

"Yeah." Chen Zhuo walked towards the door.

"When will we meet next time?" Xia Zhifeng helped him wrap the scarf with a cigarette in his mouth, tied it into a beautiful knot, and stuffed it into the collar of his coat.

This action didn't match his garish red hair, and it looked like a prodigal son.

Chen Zhuo didn't answer, left the room, and locked the red-haired lover behind the door.

"Mr. Chen, this way please." The hotel staff in formal attire led Chen Zhuo out through the special passage.

When stepping out of the hotel, a chill came over my face.

Fine snowflakes fell on Chen Zhuo's face and sunglasses. There were already many reporters, paparazzi and fans at the hotel entrance. They poked their heads out to pay attention to the nearby movements.

Manager Song Qin immediately took Chen Zhuo into the car, and then the black SUV quickly left the hotel from the side door. The reporters, paparazzi and fans realized that something was wrong, and when they tried to catch up, they could only smell the exhaust.

"Phew..." Song Qin leaned on the car seat, thankful that he had escaped, "It's like fighting a guerrilla every time. Before I became a manager, I didn't know how exciting this job is."

"Thank you." Chen Zhuo took off his mask and put it in the mask clip, forgetting to take off his sunglasses.

"It's not hard, you..." Song Qin looked at Chen Zhuo, hesitated to speak, and finally changed the subject: "Where's the watch?"

"Don't go, change it."

"Okay, do you want to go home?"

"Go straight to the set and get ready."

"Yeah." Song Qin fiddled with the phone, "Then what... Director Zhang said that he plans to change the leading role."

Chen Zhuo nodded.

"I don't know if it's true or not, and I don't know who to replace, anyway..." Song Qin sighed: "You can talk to him again today."

"it is good."

Then there was silence.

Chen Zhuo is used to this kind of silence. Ever since his lover passed away, he has been synonymous with being cold.

No one spoke, but it made him feel more relaxed, and he didn't have to be tired of coping.

Of course, Xia Zhifeng is another matter, different from others.

Manager Song Qin continued to press the phone, and occasionally sent a voice, and glanced at Chen Zhuo vaguely to see his status.

Chen Zhuo leaned lazily on the corner of the car seat, his chin buried in the scarf.

The smell of smoke from Xia Zhifeng's fingertips still lingered in the knitting seams of the scarf.

Outside the window were the shadows of pine trees and street lamps. It was hazy, and the snow seemed to be falling heavily. It took only one breakfast, and it fell so heavily.

Chen Zhuo met Xia Zhifeng at a reception two weeks ago.

At that time, Chen Zhuo drank a little too much, and a waiter brought him anti-alcoholic medicine. The moment Chen Zhuo saw the waiter, his stomach convulsed suddenly, and he couldn't straighten up in pain.

This waiter has the same face as Chen Zhuo's late boyfriend.

Chen Zhuo thought he was hallucinating, until the waiter supported him and said, "Mr. Chen, what's wrong with you?"

There is touch, there is sound, and even the sound is similar.

Chen Zhuo doesn't believe that people can be alike to this extent.

"Xingzhe?" The half-drunk Chen Zhuo grabbed the waiter's arm and called out the name that he hadn't said for a long time, as if trying to catch a forgotten dream.

"Sir, did you recognize the wrong person?" The waiter smiled and pointed to his badge, which had the word Xia Zhifeng written on it.

Chen Zhuo stared at those three characters, as if he didn't know Chinese characters.

There were only the two of them in the VIP lounge, and the atmosphere was a bit stalemate.

"Your medicine." Xia Zhifeng handed Chen Zhuo the hangover medicine and a glass of warm water.

Chen Zhuo took the anti-alcohol medicine, took out the calming medicine from his pocket and took it.

The impact just now caused a violent disturbance in his body, his eyelids became hot, his ears were ringing, and even the hand holding the water glass was shaking.

"Do you need to call a doctor for you?" The waiter's voice was polite and concerned.

"You... have been working here?" Chen Zhuo asked.

"I just came here last month. Is there something I didn't do well?"

The door of the lounge is half open, and the brisk and soft piano music can be vaguely heard, the window is also half open, the night breeze comes in slowly, and the moonlight falls on Chen Zhuo's shoulders, like the beginning of a story.

"No." Chen Zhuo heard himself say.

The two got acquainted like this, and they exchanged contact information. Chen Zhuo asked Xia Zhifeng to go to the movies, and after dinner, Xia Zhifeng proposed to spend the night in a hotel.

Double room with big bed, everything is natural and tacit.

Chen Zhuo didn't even need to say anything, Xia Zhifeng untied his belt, leaned over and kissed his alloy belt buckle.

Even if he is a liar, he admits it.Chen Zhuo thought so.

After a night of warmth, Xia Zhifeng changed his address, no longer calling him "Mr. Chen", but calling him "Boss Chen".

The two made an appointment to meet every now and then.Every time, Chen Zhuo would bring expensive gifts to Xia Zhifeng, such as brand-name clothing, accessories, and food. Every time he gave these things, Xia Zhifeng was very happy.

The other party wanted money, but made it easier for Chen Zhuo.

Chen Zhuo didn't expect that he would embark on the road of raising a lover.

Perhaps, there is nothing in this world that he thought of.

However, every time he and Xia Zhifeng met, they would regret it.

A heart, the left atrium carries the sweetness nourished by emotion, and the right atrium flows the bitterness of regret, guilt and self-deception.

He took out his phone again, clicked on the address book, and wanted to delete Xia Zhifeng's phone number.

Suddenly, someone tapped twice on the shoulder.

"Here we are, let's go." Song Qin said.

Chen Zhuo put away the phone, but he still didn't press his finger down.

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