After the sick top was forced to marry

Pei Ming lowered his eyes and plucked the strings earnestly, with a gentle and focused expression.

Lin Zijin looked at him in a daze, and suddenly remembered the first time he met Pei Ming.

At that time, YOUNG had just formed a group, and it hadn't become what it is now, haunting major music festivals every three days.

Lin Zijin happened to be invited to participate in one of the shows. He was taken aback by the deafening music when he was backstage. He asked the staff to get the program list, and only then did he know that the boy group YOUNG was on stage.

Among them, the one who jumped the most was Pei Ming.

He originally thought that according to Pei Ming's singing and dancing level, at most it would only be suitable for this kind of fast food pop songs, and he couldn't hear how good his singing skills were at all under the deafening accompaniment.

That meeting at the music festival was not counted as an encounter, and it didn’t stay in his memory for a long time before being forgotten. Now because of the song "Hug", he has been dug out again, with less prejudice and more appreciation.

Lin Zijin took a sip of his orange juice, looked at Pei Ming's exquisitely styled hair to his clothes, and felt that the stylist was really good, and he must ask Wen Gu where he found it when he turned around.

He was absent-mindedly thinking about something in his mind, but he suddenly noticed a bunch of eyes on himself.

Lin Zijin raised his eyes slightly, and saw that the little star on the stage was indeed looking at this side without blinking, and then slightly raised the corners of his lips, showing a slightly silly smile.

"That person, who loves me, holds my hand tightly."

"Hold me tight, kiss me oh love, don't go."

Pei Ming looked sincerely at Lin Zijin with burning enthusiasm.

Lin Zijin's heartbeat suddenly accelerated when he watched him, and he looked away to hide it, and licked his lips.

What does he mean?

What does it mean to look at yourself so directly?

But fortunately, he didn't linger for too long, and Luo Yichi returned to the stage.

Pei Ming disappeared from the stage at some point, and then sneaked towards him not far away when he lost his mind.

Little Star took a seat behind him and said softly, "Brother Lin, I'm late."

Lin Zijin looked at him sideways: "You're late and you made such an exquisite shape?"

Pei Ming said "ah", his cheeks were a little red: "Brother Lin, you can see it."

Lin Zijin was about to be laughed angrily by him: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No," Pei Ming quietly held onto his sleeve, "I just wanted to surprise you."

As the wedding progressed to the stage of the couple's toast, the people sitting at the table in the audience got up one after another, either chatting with acquaintances, or secretly preparing for a relationship.

Zeng Xi had gone to greet others earlier, and there were only two of them left at the table.

Pei Ming put his hand on the back of Lin Zijin's without hesitation, and glanced at the person who was secretly taking pictures with a small camera not far away: "Isn't that good?"

Lin Zijin's body froze when his hands came up, and he subconsciously wanted to pull away, but he heard him say, "Brother Lin, someone is patting you."

His movements stopped, and he moved a little closer to Pei Ming calmly.

In fact, he didn't want to avoid it, but the instinct of his body was avoiding all intimate contact.

"When did you arrive?" Lin Zijin asked him.

"Just when you sent me a message," Pei Ming said in a low voice, "I'm putting on makeup, and I'll be waiting later when I'm done."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and continued in a coquettish tone: "Brother Lin, don't be angry with me, okay?"

"Am I so easy to get angry in your eyes?" Lin Zijin glared at him, "What's there to be angry about?"

"But Brother Lin just likes to be angry."

Relying on the presence of a camera next to him, Pei Ming rubbed against Lin Zijin's side, with his arms resting on the back of the chair behind him, as if he was tightly wrapping him in his arms.

Lin Zijin noticed his movements and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Someone is filming it," Pei Ming used this very useful excuse, "otherwise they would have to write scribbles again."

Lin Zijin snorted: "You can act."

"I don't have any."

Pei Ming quietly coveted the warmth around Lin Zijin, like a big dog that is obsessed with sticking to its master, docile and hot.

Lin Zijin felt that his breathing was not smooth, so he had nothing to say, "You sang well just now."

"Really?" Pei Ming's eyes lit up immediately, "Does it really sound good?"

Lin Zijin felt a little funny, couldn't help but reached out and stroked his hair, thinking that if he had ears on his head, they should have stood up: "It's really good."

"Then do you like it?"

"If it sounds nice, doesn't it mean that you like it?"

"That's different," Pei Ming looked at him seriously, "Pleasant sound doesn't necessarily mean liking you. Just like I think you look good and I like you, can these two things be the same?"

The word "like" lightly landed on Lin Zijin's heart, causing a small ripple.

He was caught off guard by this straight ball, and when he came back to his senses, he said with a bit of embarrassment: "What are you talking about?"

Pei Ming's doggy eyes immediately drooped again, with a hint of dejection: "I'm sorry."

Lin Zijin felt that his earlobe was inexplicably hot, and looked away: "No need to be sorry."

"But you are angry."

"I didn't..." Lin Zijin looked at the puppy who admitted his mistake with a low eyebrow, not knowing how to explain his current state of mind, "I'm not angry, you don't need to apologize, really."

"it is good."

Pei Ming rubbed his shoulders and asked the question he cared about the most: "Brother Lin, where are your parents?"

"Should be talking to Wen Gu's family."

Lin Zijin felt a headache when he thought of this incident: "Let's go there in a while, let me think about what I should tell them."

Pei Ming's palms were sweating nervously, he swallowed, and said softly, "Brother Lin, do you think uncles and aunts will like the song I just sang?"

Lin Zijin sighed: "It's okay, they don't understand."

"Huh?" Pei Ming was stunned for a moment, "I heard that Mrs. Wen's mother was a teacher who sang Huangmei Opera before. I thought uncles and aunts also..."

"Forget it, the two of them have no artistic talent at all." Lin Zijin's brows became a little more irritable, "My father is a government official, and my mother is in business, and has nothing to do with entertainment."

Pei Ming saw that his face was a little pale, and asked softly, "Is Brother Lin not on good terms with his family?"

"...sort of."

His father would come to the capital once or twice a year for a meeting, and every time he came, he would tell him that he wanted to see each other, but he didn't want to.

Lin Zijin recalled how he fought wits and courage with his family in order to take the road of art, and the feeling of boredom and exhaustion surged up again.

A table of people not far away slowly dispersed, he sighed and got up: "Let's go."

Pei Ming straightened his tie nervously and followed Lin Zijin, feeling that his limbs were terribly stiff.

Lin Zijin stopped by the table and lowered his eyes: "He brought it."

Pei Ming hurriedly stood beside him, bowed first regardless of Sanqi 21, and then raised his head.

It was a couple over fifty years old.

The man has gray temples and a serious complexion, but it can still be seen from his face that he should have been pretty good-looking when he was young.

The woman sitting next to him had an elegant posture, with a goose-yellow scarf around her neck, and her eyes collided with Pei Ming's in mid-air.

It seems that he is also quietly looking at himself.

Pei Ming suppressed the tension in his heart, and showed a gentle smile: "Hello Uncle, Hello Auntie."

Lin's father unceremoniously scanned him from top to bottom, but did not answer his greeting: "Lin Zijin, how long have you been home?"

Mother Lin glared at him, and just as she was about to come back, Lin Zijin said coldly, "Lin Yongwang, what does it matter to you whether I come back or not?"

Father Lin's face instantly collapsed, and he was flushed with anger: "Why are you talking to me?"

"Okay, okay," Mother Lin frowned and scolded softly, "The child came back after a long time, so you should say something nice."

Father Lin stared: "Is it because he doesn't talk well or I don't talk well? You didn't listen to what he said just now..."

Mother Lin also raised her voice: "When the child didn't come home, who was it that kept talking about it every day, and didn't dare to make a phone call?"

Father Lin's disguise was exposed, and his arrogance suddenly disappeared, and he muttered: "It's fine if you don't go home outside, and find a man to marry, and don't tell us..."

Mother Lin seemed too lazy to argue with him, and beckoned to Pei Ming: "Come on, let Auntie have a look."

Pei Ming quickly took out the small gift he had prepared from his pocket and handed it to Mother Lin: "Auntie, this is a gift from me."

Mother Lin quickly declined: "How can I ask you to give me a gift? It should be us who gave you a red envelope."

Pei Ming smiled shyly: "It's just a necklace, a small gift, I've been picking it for a long time, Auntie, you must accept it."

He said and took out another small box: "This is a gift I picked for my uncle. It's a tie clip."

Father Lin snorted coldly and looked away.

"Don't be your leader," Mother Lin patted his leg, "Xiao Pei gave you something."

Only then did Father Lin reach out to take the box and said "Thank you".

Seeing this, Pei Ming thought to himself that Lin Zijin's awkward personality was actually like his father's.

Lin's mother took Pei Ming's hand to ask for warmth, and insinuated some of the two people's daily relationship, as well as other trivial matters in life.

Father Lin sat beside him staring blankly, unable to intervene, so he dragged his son who was equally indifferent to the side: "Did you sign the property agreement before you got married?"

The two of them got married in a fake manner, and they didn't sign anything other than an agreement on equal exchange of resources.

"I signed it," Lin Zijin lied to him, "You want to teach me?"

Lin's father held back his anger and continued to babble: "Don't be deceived, they may come for your money or family, and you have no place to cry if you are deceived. Have you learned about his family background before? Do you know the bottom line? He..."

Lin Zijin frowned and interrupted him: "Why are you so lenient? Checking household registration?"

"Just be stubborn," Father Lin said angrily, "You only know how to cry when you're cheated, so I won't bother you."

Lin Zijin said in his heart that I didn't want you to bother, and said bluntly, "Is it finished? I'm leaving after talking."

"wait."

Father Lin called to stop him, with hesitation in his eyes: "I seem to have seen you somewhere before."

"Of course you've seen them all in the entertainment industry." Lin Zijin glanced at his watch impatiently, "Is there anything else?"

"I haven't seen it on TV."

Father Lin frowned tightly: "I must have seen him in some meeting."

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