Temporary cohabitation

The first half of the year was turbulent, and the second half was calm.

Stepping on the tail of autumn, Cheng Shi successfully completed the first manga to be serialized in China.When conceiving a new work, anxiety is inevitable for a while. In order to input and reduce stress, I have been making up episodes for several days, watching day and night non-stop.

In the evening, Ren Mingyao could watch it with him and supervise him to sleep, but during the day there was still work to be done, so Cheng Shi cast the screen in the living room by himself.

Relying on his tenacity and his wife's help, Ren Mingyao finally wrote the urban family drama in a decent way, and the revamped emotional drama was also affirmed by his colleagues.

It is gratifying and congratulatory, and I am moved.

While they were working hard on their own, the study door was suddenly pushed open.The wife with a red nose was wronged and ran in, jumped on his lap, hugged his waist and cried bitterly.

"..."

In recent days, Ren Mingyao has gradually become accustomed to such emergencies, rubbing the back of his wife Xiangxiang's head with one hand, and sending work messages to his assistant with the other hand, "What did you read today?"

"Two brushes and four lies."

Cheng Shi sighed a long time, and talked endlessly for a quarter of an hour from the music to the storyboard to the details of the hidden clues, and by the way, he reaffirmed his determination not to draw be in his life.

Ren Mingyao was quite interested: "Call me when you swipe three times."

God, how can there be such a person.

Cheng Shi hummed and looked back at the computer screen.A few months ago, he was coerced and lured by Ren Mingyao, so he moved all his work equipment to the study.After getting the deposit, he also changed to a larger display screen, and the two people's screens were placed side by side to work together - now Ren Mingyao had a serious document in front of him, while his computer next to him had been black for several days.

My conscience hurts a little.

"A while ago, I always drew until midnight, so I only rested for a few days." Ren Mingyao saw what he was thinking when he glanced to the side, "Besides, you are working if you make up."

My conscience doesn't hurt at all.

The gaming chairs were newly ordered not long ago, and it is more comfortable for two people to sit face to face.Cheng Shi hugged him contentedly for a while, and then changed his direction to reflect on himself, "I think I'm a little too dependent on you, isn't it good?"

"Why is this bad?"

"I don't know... Anyway, I don't think it's very good."

When it's cold, people love to speculate.Half an hour after coming to the study, he finally realized that his boneless posture was not decent, he straightened up and tried to analyze, "We have lived together since we first met, and we have never had a serious relationship."

Ren Mingyao hummed, threw the phone on the table after sending the message, stroked his waist and listened patiently, "Is it not considered a relationship now?"

"It's not like it is now. You can see it every day when you open your eyes. It's the kind... I come to your house to find you, and you go to my house to find me. Every night when I really want to see you, I send you a WeChat message. I look forward to receiving it." Goodnight kind."

Cheng Shi said while poohing, lying on his shoulders just now and swallowing the floating hair of his sweater, now he couldn't spit it out, he was a little annoyed, "Why are you wearing this today?"

The sweater made him unhappy.It's the sweater's fault, it's the sweater's fault, anyway, it's not the fault of him being too stupid or too delicate.

Ren Mingyao likes to see him like this, and he likes it more and more. It makes people itch to see him, "I'll help you find it."

Can tongue fights be called searching?

He was quickly distracted by the hot and humid kiss, and after kissing his head in a daze, he tasted it carefully, and the uncomfortable feeling really disappeared, "It seems to be swallowed... Wait, where did I just say that? "

"Say good night."

Ren Mingyao regretted not being able to fool the past, and reluctantly pulled out his held hand from under his clothes, "Can't I dictate every night? Why do I have to send WeChat. It's so inconvenient."

"Besides, if I'm not around, can you sleep well? Last month, I went out to drink with Song Ziyang, and I drank until 01:30, and you waited at home until 01:30."

Ren Mingyao brought up the factual argument, "When I got up the next morning, I put a whole spoonful of salt in my bowl of hangover soup."

"..."

Cheng Shi couldn't keep his face from being talked about, and said stubbornly, "It's because I've been with you for a long time. I'm actually... I used to be a very independent person."

"I know, you are very independent now." Ren Mingyao said, "I can't, I will die if I live by myself."

"..."

"But you've become more and more clingy recently."

Cheng Shi was taken aback, then retracted his hand unconsciously, and looked at him sadly, "Are you bothering me?"

"How can this be annoying." Ren Mingyao pulled his wristband back around his waist, "This is called timely discovery and active encouragement."

"It's cooling down, let's hug each other to keep warm. Hug it, as long as you want."

"Hey...it affects your work so much."

He plunged back into the screenwriter's arms with duplicity, and quietly inhaled, "What plot did you write today?"

Recently, he has been obsessed with making up for many days and hasn't asked. Before, he helped Ren Mingyao read the script and made many comments.

"Give out a box lunch today." Ren Mingyao said the name of a character.It's a small supporting role that doesn't have many roles and is not very related to the main story, but has a lot of memories.Cheng Shi was very impressed, and couldn't help feeling sorry, "Is it necessary for the plot?"

"No." Screenwriter Ren admitted frankly, "It's my bad taste."

"..."

It's honest.

The last few months of the year go by exceptionally quickly.During the period, it is not that I have not had an unstable mood, and it is not that I have not had uncertain thoughts, and my mentality has fluctuated several times.

But as soon as I see the people around me, hugged, kissed and cared for, no matter what kind of emotions I feel, I can quickly calm down.

Every time I calm down, the confidence in my heart increases by one point.Gradually, there were no ups and downs, and even the way of looking at problems was different from before.

Probably because of being brainwashed by Ren Mingyao - don't always make him feel that it is his own fault for whatever happens to him, but find out the reason of others first.

He thought how could this be so childish.But later chatting with Cheng Yu on the phone, Cheng Yu said that he was more mature than before.

As the end of the year was approaching, Cheng Yu also said that he would send him Spring Festival couplets. Shen Weiran wrote the brush calligraphy himself, and Cheng Xiaojun also helped grind the ink.

"I'll take it to you in a few days. How many pictures?" Cheng Yu asked, "Do you want to post one in the studio?"

Cheng Shi almost forgot about his assets, "Ha... okay."

He was too embarrassed to mention that studio.I wanted to buy a house and checked around Maohua, and found that the conditions in this community are the best in all aspects.It happened that the third phase of Jingyue was on the market, and being fooled by Ren Mingyao and Song Ziyang in turn, he really bought the house in the same community.

Song Ziyang said that if he didn't want to rent it out, he could keep it as a studio for himself.Ren Mingyao said that if he wanted to run away from home again, it would be more convenient to find him.

In view of the daily work of two people side by side, the study at home is enough.The so-called studio, apart from opening up new places and playing a few times, has basically not done much serious business.Later, it was purely left as a real estate investment.

Cheng Yu said that he would bring Xiaojun over at 28, and stay for a few days to celebrate the New Year together.Before the guests came, the two of them cleaned up together. All the things in the house were dug out from the bottom of the box, washed and rinsed, and basked in the sun.

Standing on the balcony, Ren Mingyao dried the school uniform jacket and put it away, remembering that a hospital bill floated out of the jacket pocket one day.

He really didn't remember anything, and he never cared about missing a school uniform.Cheng Shi said that when he first left home, he wore this coat all the time, when he was hospitalized and discharged, he wore it when he ate and slept.

Cheng Shi was humming and was pouring chocolate into the fruit plate on the coffee table when he was caught in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed confusedly, raised his head and asked cautiously, "Why? Jun will come later gone."

The old coat covered him lightly with the sun-dried scent of laundry detergent.The washed and faded blue and white collar made the face look like a young boy, and the bright eyes shone with gentle and vivid light.

Ren Mingyao looked at him for a while, then stretched out his hand for no reason, touching his brow with cool fingertips, "Come with me."

"……what?"

"Just want to say it again."

He said, "I seem to have thought so when I first met you. This sentence."

Why is there a little fool in the rain, don't know where to go.

follow me.

Cheng Shi pursed his lips, took off his coat, folded it on his lap, "I haven't worn it for a long time, and the sleeves are too short."

He deliberately said insignificant words, but the heat spread to the ears.I don't know what to think, and after a long while, I slowly raised my head.

"Do you want me...to wear it at night too?"

The author has something to say:

Blessed

it's you

Come to Liao

as long as i don't say

No one can see that this is already a special episode (1/3)

Right

This is not a special episode

Want a smooth chronological transition to the final chapter

It's not bad when you read the text

It's more in line with the feeling I want~

Goodnight everybody

mua