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Half an hour later, when Jiang Cheng came out of the bathroom, Song Sheng was already sitting in front of his laptop and started working quietly.

In addition to running a dance studio and a bar, Song Sheng is also making other investments, and there are many daily affairs.

Jiang Cheng looked at the two slices of toast in his hand, frowned, turned around and went into the kitchen.

And when Song Sheng came back to his senses, a bowl of delicious pasta was already placed in front of him.

Song Sheng was startled, Jiang Cheng sat down beside him, and said, "The sauce is made directly from a tomato left in the refrigerator, try it and see how it tastes?"

Song Sheng frowned, picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

The pasta is moderately soft and hard, chewy and palatable. The sauce fried with fresh tomatoes is sweet and sour, mixed with a little black pepper, which is very delicious.

The rich texture and taste instantly replaced the monotonous sweetness of the toast bread, and the stomach seemed to come alive immediately.

"It's delicious," Song Sheng praised without hesitation, and he said softly, "Thank you, Ah Cheng."

Hearing this comment, Jiang Cheng's eyebrows relaxed a little.

He watched Song Sheng bow his head and eat the noodles bite by bite, with a trace of tenderness and satisfaction in his eyes.

Song Sheng heard the man beside him say in a low voice: "If you like, I will make you three meals in the future."

Song Sheng paused.

Jiang Cheng said softly: "I can also cook some home-cooked dishes. I have learned all the dishes you like."

Song Sheng raised his head, looked at him and asked with a smile, "Aren't you planning to go out to work in the future?"

Jiang Cheng was stunned, and corrected: "As long as it's not during the filming period, I can come and cook when I have time. Sometimes the filming location is in City A, and I might come back at night."

Although Song Sheng can also cook, when he is alone, he seldom cooks. Most of the time, he just takes a few slices of bread and a fried egg or fried steak and fish steaks. This habit has continued since seven years ago Up to now, Jiang Cheng has never missed it.

In other words, the reason why he learned those home-cooked dishes was precisely because he firmly remembered many of Song Sheng's habits.

Listening to Jiang Cheng's explanation, Song Sheng couldn't help laughing while his heart was touched.

If others knew that the dignified actor was thinking about how to come back and be his house husband, he would be drowned in saliva, right?

"What about your mother and your second uncle, they agree that you will live with me forever?" Song Sheng asked gently.

Jiang Cheng moved—Song Sheng sat cross-legged on the ground in front of the sofa with a blanket underneath—he sat next to Song Sheng, and slowly said: "My mother seems to have known that I treat you a long time ago... ..."

Jiang Cheng told Song Sheng all the conversations that happened in their small car last night on the way back.

Jiang's mother knew Jiang Cheng's feelings for Song Sheng's arms seven years ago, and she also watched Jiang Cheng hide this feeling for seven full years.

Now that Jiang Cheng finally got what he wanted, she naturally wouldn't have any objections.

Jiang Shujing lost his temper a lot. After all, his nephew was with him when he was young, and it seemed magical to him.

Back then, he knew Song Sheng's character well, and knew that Song Sheng would not attack a straight man, so he was relieved to hand Jiang Cheng over to Song Sheng. Who knew that Song Sheng was fine, but his nephew went crazy!

His nephew kept silent about his secret love for him for seven years, and now he is still using tricks—yes, he already knew the truth of that night, and Jiang Cheng also honestly apologized, Jiang Shujing was so angry He had a violent brainstorm——to board his primary school, and to enter his primary school's room!

——But when the anger is over, Jiang Shujing has nothing to say.

Thinking of Jiang Shujing's sluggish appearance last night, Song Sheng felt it was funny.

While smiling, he rubbed the place where Jiang Cheng's brain was played last night.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help holding his wrist, and kissed him sideways.

Song Sheng smiled and said: "Don't make trouble, we haven't finished eating yet."

Jiang Cheng licked his lips and said hoarsely, "Tomato flavor."

"You made the sauce yourself." Song Sheng joked.

Jiang Cheng leaned over and continued to kiss him, and said vaguely, "...I think it's better than the one I fried."

Song Sheng didn't go out today, and Jiang Cheng stayed with him in the apartment all day.

Jiang Cheng was very attached to him.

When Song Sheng was dealing with emails, Jiang Cheng had nothing to do, so he sat behind him and hugged him, watching him type on the keyboard.

Song Sheng asked him to play on the ipad, but Jiang Cheng dissatisfiedly said that he is not a child anymore, what fun is the ipad.

The dinner was also cooked by Jiang Cheng. He showed off his culinary skills, and he made four dishes and one soup out of the dinner for the two of them.

Song Sheng was quite surprised, while Jiang Cheng stared closely at his reaction after tasting.

Seeing Song Sheng squint his eyes and smile, Jiang Cheng started to laugh.

After dinner, Jiang Cheng went to wash the dishes, while Song Sheng went back to the bedroom to continue processing the mail.

By the time the work was completely over, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Song Sheng stretched his waist, stretched his muscles and bones, got up and left the room, swept the whole living room, and finally found Jiang Cheng on the balcony.

With his back to Song Sheng, he was wearing a bluetooth headset, and while holding the ipad to look at the contents, he was talking in a low voice and was on the phone.

He nibbled a cigarette between his lips, took a sip, took it down, and continued talking to the person on the other end.

Should be discussing the script.

Song Sheng crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, looking at Jiang Cheng's back.

This man still reveals a little childishness in front of him, but once he devotes himself to work, he will become very calm and charming.

Jiang Cheng was discussing something in the script with the director on the other end of the phone, when he suddenly felt something lightly stroke his back, and his muscles tensed up.

He turned his head suddenly, Song Sheng smiled and covered behind him, and said in a breathy voice: "Continue."

Jiang Cheng's eyes flickered, and his Adam's apple rolled.

The director on the other end of the phone thought about it: "...So you mean that this conversation was deleted directly?"

The question was asked, but there was no response. The director was stunned and asked, "Jiang Cheng?"

Jiang Cheng came back to his senses, turned his head, and said with a dry throat, "Cough, I'm sorry... Director Su, I didn't hear clearly just now."

"Oh, I mean, do you think it would be better to delete this conversation?"

"The dialogue is too long and doesn't contribute much to the plot. I think the entire paragraph can be considered for deletion."

Song Sheng's hands gently wrapped around Jiang Cheng's tight waist.

Jiang Cheng had to use great willpower to control himself not to pay attention to the hands that were almost touching his body, but his voice had already become hoarse: "...Of course, if the screenwriter teacher can have a better idea, You can also make use of this paragraph, the protagonist and the supporting role..."

Jiang Cheng spoke slowly, Song Sheng leaned on his back, enjoying the summer evening breeze, hot but not irritable.

It took a while for Jiang Cheng to hang up the phone and smoke a cigarette.

He held Song Sheng's hand silently, and Song Sheng closed his eyes and said, "A Cheng, you don't need to be so anxious to grow up."

Jiang Cheng was taken aback.

"It's enough to be calm when facing work. In front of my family and me, it doesn't matter if you don't need to be so mature." Song Sheng opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Because I like your childish side. Similarly, I will pamper you only because I like you."

Jiang Cheng opened his mouth, turned his head, and met Song Sheng's gaze.

Song Sheng said softly: "Treat me more coquettishly."

There were waves in Jiang Cheng's eyes: "...Brother Sheng."

Song Sheng raised the corners of his lips: "Don't you want to call me brother?"

Jiang Cheng also pursed his lips and smiled: "Maybe I still need some time to get used to it."

Song Sheng let go of him with a smile, took his hand, and said, "Watch a movie together tonight, first accompany me to the convenience store downstairs to buy some beer and snacks."

The convenience store is just downstairs of the apartment building.

When the two walked in, the clerk raised his head and shouted "Welcome", and was immediately taken aback by this handsome guy and beautiful girl.

When he took a closer look and found that the "beautiful girl" was actually a handsome guy, the clerk became even more sluggish.

Song Sheng went to get beer, and Jiang Cheng, who was wearing a mask and hat, went to get potato chips.

When Jiang Cheng came to the cash register, he found that among the cans of beer Song Sheng was holding was a box of covers.

Jiang Cheng froze.

The cashier's movements were as stiff as his.

Seeing him coming, Song Sheng asked with a smile, "Is that enough? Is there anything else you want to eat?"

His tone was as gentle and calm as ever.

This feeling of ease also made Jiang Cheng feel a little depressed.

Jiang Cheng took the box cover without saying a word, and put it back on the shelf beside it.

Song Sheng raised his eyebrows.

Afterwards, Jiang Cheng picked up another model of the same brand and placed it on the cash register.

Song Sheng glanced.

The model he chose just now was not small in size, but the model Jiang Cheng changed was two X's more than the front of the box he just bought.

Jiang Cheng glanced at Song Sheng, and Song Sheng sensed "what are you underestimating me" from the silent gaze.

After Jiang Cheng paid the money and walked out with Song Sheng one after another, he saw Song Sheng's shoulders shaking first, and then, an uncontrollable chuckle came into his ears.

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips and his ears became warm.

He said bluntly: "...the model is not suitable, it will be uncomfortable."

Song Sheng couldn't stop laughing.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from his laughter, and asked, "So the first night I borrowed your underwear, is it seriously strangled?"

"It hurts a lot." Jiang Cheng said viciously this time.

Song Sheng laughed even harder.

"But I want to wear it." Jiang Cheng even shameless.

No, for Song Sheng's sake, he has long since lost his face.

"Sorry, it's because my size doesn't match yours," Song Sheng asked, pursing his lips, "Then, did you get strangled?"

Jiang Cheng's ears became even redder. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Will you know if you try it?"

Song Sheng put his arms around his waist, tilted his head and leaned on his shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Then I look forward to your performance, Mr. Film King."

In city A in mid-August, the high temperature was around 34 degrees for three consecutive days, and finally on the fourth day, at [-]:[-] pm on the Qixi Festival, there was a bang, accompanied by thunder and raindrops.

Song Sheng didn't go out for three days in a row, let alone show up in the bar.

The regular customers all asked him where he had been these few days. Song Sheng smiled and replied that he had other things to do, but he kept rubbing his waist in secret. Law.

But at this moment, the kid who tormented him for three days sent a WeChat message, saying: "I finished talking with Director Su, come here now, and I'll be there in about half an hour."

Song Sheng replied the message with a smile, Wen Liang, Xie Zhu, and Wu Yang were sitting in front of him.

Wen Liang sized him up for a long time, and said firmly: "You're in a relationship."

Wu Yang sighed: "The window has been empty for so many years, finally, finally!"

Xie Zhu asked curiously: "Is it someone we have met?"

The TV hanging in the corner of the bar was turned on again at some unknown time, and stayed on the movie channel. After only a few days, the movie channel played "Birds of Paradise" again, as if it was never tired. It also seems to never get tired of it.

——No matter how many times, there are always a bunch of little zeros in the bar who hold their chests together and are intoxicated.

Song Sheng glanced at Jiang Cheng who was playing the dancer Ah Xuan on the screen, and smiled, "Maybe, you've seen them all?"

"Maybe?" Wen Liang and Wu Yang immediately explored the word.

Song Sheng smiled deeper.

As a gust of wind rang, two figures stepped into the bar, and Jiang Shujing complained: "Damn, it's already here, but it's still raining, and I didn't even have an umbrella!"

Several people turned their heads to look, and saw Jiang Shujing frowning, patting the rain that drenched him in the short distance from getting off the taxi to entering the bar door.

Standing beside him was a taller, handsome man who seemed to be about the same age as him. As soon as the man came in, he looked around the bar with great interest, and when he glanced at the few people sitting at the bar with his gray eyes , his eyes swept over Wuyang's body very slowly, as if a short moment had been stretched into a slow motion.

Wu Yang turned his face to the side, silently sized up the strange, but good-looking old man, and lightly bit the straw with the tip of his tongue.

The man squinted his eyes and laughed, with a few lines of laughter following his eyes.

Jiang Shujing walked over first and said, "I'll bring my friend to sit."

It happened that Yan Huainan also arrived at this time, Wen Liang moved his position, and found a corner with his man to nest.

Both Wu Yang and Xie Zhu have something to do tonight, so they have to go first.

So Jiang Shujing simply took his friend to sit down at the bar and ordered two glasses of wine.

Song Sheng had met Jiang Shujing's friend before, and he smiled and said, "Mr. Fu?"

Fu Yunming smiled gently, nodded and said, "Mr. Song."

Between coming and going, no more words are needed.

Since Jiang Shujing would bring this "Mr. Fu" Fu Yunming here to "sit and sit", then this must be the place that suits his appetite.

In the bar, many eager eyes fell on Fu Yunming, but due to his temperament, even if Fu Yunming smiled gracefully, he gave people the feeling that people dare not approach him easily.

Jiang Shujing didn't care about the undercurrents between those men. As soon as he sat down on his buttocks, he began to squint at Song Sheng, and asked coolly, "Is my nephew fun?"

While mixing the wine, Song Sheng jokingly replied: "Young and strong, I like it very much."

"Fuck," Jiang Shujing almost spouted, "Don't drive in my face! That's my nephew!"

"Who opened the mouth first?" Song Sheng pushed the first glass of mixed wine in front of Fu Yunming, and received a very gentlemanly "thank you".

Jiang Shujing gritted his teeth and said, "What the hell... I'm really getting more and more unhappy these days! That kid, you dare to hide this kind of thing from me for seven years!"

"He also lied to me for seven years." Song Sheng raised his eyebrows.

Even if Song Sheng said that, he couldn't stop Jiang Shujing from complaining.

"I, for the past two days, I've been thinking about the things I was wondering about—"

"In the past few years, he worked very hard in filming. He kept scripts one after another. As a boss, I would be scared to death by his desperate work mode like not sleeping." Jiang Shujing frowned and said, " And besides the most basic living expenses, he almost didn't ask for a penny of filming remuneration!"

Thinking of the more than 1000 million debts he helped Jiang Cheng's family pay in advance, Jiang Shujing sighed: "Obviously I told him several times that we are a family, so don't worry about such things!"

Song Sheng heard this, and said softly: "Don't say that you only brought him home when you were with him, even if he really grew up by your side, with his character, he would not accept more than 1000 million from anyone with peace of mind."

Song Sheng knew exactly how much this generosity from the Jiang family weighed on Jiang Cheng, seven years ago.

"Yes, he does have this personality, but I thought he didn't need to pay back the money so fast, so I should save some money for myself. He didn't get much salary a few years ago," Jiang Shujing took over Song Sheng's tune. He took a sip of the wine and said, "I finally understand what he is thinking now!"

He glanced at Song Sheng and clicked his tongue.

I have someone I like in my heart, and the person I like is seven years older than him, mature, steady, with a breeze and a bright moon, and Jiang Cheng is a kid who has nothing and needs to rely on his family to barely return to a normal life. Where do I have the confidence to pursue?

With a goal, it is natural to want to run faster, faster.

And Jiang Cheng, this seemingly cold-faced and cold-hearted boy, has always been reckless once he ignites.

Song Sheng lowered his eyes and asked: "More than 1000 million, he paid off all of it?"

"That's right, on the day he won the Golden Screen Award," Jiang Shujing twitched the corners of his lips, "It's not bad, it's all paid off."

Song Sheng was silent.

"Among several film awards, only the Golden Screen Award has never had an actor and actress under the age of 30. He finally broke the record this year," Jiang Shujing murmured. I don't know how much effort he has spent in these years."

Song Sheng listened quietly, Jiang Shujing laughed, shook his head and said, "Talk about it, add up the two things, how high was he that day?"

Song Sheng recalled the man who received the trophy on the TV screen that day, and smiled slightly.

"No wonder that day I always felt that this kid was a little distracted in front of the camera. I bet his mind had already drifted somewhere." Jiang Shujing glanced at Song Sheng.

Song Sheng smiled.

"Oh, let's talk about it--the statement when he and Bo Ning had an accident a few days ago, he asked me to show him before sending it out. I thought this kid was going to change something, but in the end he only put it in the original statement. A sentence about his sexuality was deleted."

Song Sheng heard the words, narrowed his eyes and said, "Did he make it change to that?"

"That's right," Jiang Shujing took another sip of wine, "At that time, this kid told me that there was no need to emphasize sexuality, and I thought it was quite reasonable to emphasize that his sexuality is normal. Doesn't that mean that homosexuality is not normal? Isn't that discrimination?"

"It's only now that I understand that he deleted that sentence so that his uncle and I won't be slapped in the face in the future. It's paving the way for the future!"

Song Sheng laughed.

Jiang Shujing sneered: "You didn't agree to be with him at that time, did you? He's thinking a lot."

Drunken, Jiang Shujing became more verbose, and he couldn't stop talking, probably because he was depressed these days and needed a mouth to confide in.

"Hey, you don't know yet, he plans to set up a studio recently. I reckon that he will definitely come out in the future. He intends to take care of the matter himself, and he doesn't want to involve Star Entertainment Media! This kid, is Thinking too much, I don't know how to rely on his second uncle me at all, heh heh!"

After wiping the glass, Song Sheng saw that Jiang Shujing was about to finish his glass of wine so quickly, and asked with a smile, "Another glass? My treat. Tell me about A Cheng again, recent ones, and a few years ago of."

……

Outside the bar, it was raining heavily.

The night is dark, but Nan'an Road, as a bar street, has never lacked gorgeous lights.

The lights of various colors are reflected by the puddles on the ground, leaving a bright spot on the road without people.

Holding an umbrella in one hand, Jiang Cheng carried an exquisite gift bag in the other hand. He fell over a small puddle and stood at the entrance of the alley opposite Mumu Street.

His gaze passed through the rain curtain and landed on the small glass door, and he saw Jiang Shujing sitting in front of the bar shaking his head, and the slender arm behind the bar passing the wine glass.

There was no one around, only the raindrops kept falling, making loud crackling noises.

Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered four years ago.

That day was Song Sheng's birthday. Although it was autumn, it was also such a rainy day.

After he came back from the cast, he ran to the shopping mall without stopping for a moment, carefully selected the most exquisite gift he could buy at that time with the only money he had, and rushed to the evening.

At that time, he seemed to be standing in this position.

Only that day, he failed to cross the street and walk through that door.

The author has something to say:

The story of Brother Sheng and A Cheng will end tomorrow, and there may be little cuties wondering why there are twenty chapters in the resignation letter, and only a dozen chapters in the Bird of Paradise chapter. In fact, the number of words is about the same, but the average number of words per chapter after my V It will increase a little, and the number of chapters will be compressed.

There will be double updates tomorrow, and by the way, the chapter of Wuyang will be opened~

The chapter of Wuyang and Uncle Fu is called Crazy, and this is the story of two Crazy looking at each other, you are sick and I will accompany you, a wealthy old man (bushi) x a happy little hot boy!