Perfect Two

Tilted up, like an antenna for receiving signals.

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It turned out to be like this...

The memory was opened, and there were no obstacles blocking the way, so it roared over and crushed through the head in a mighty way.Without any obstacles, memories become very easy and simple, and all the details are reappeared, like frozen pictures, which slide before the eyes one by one.

Cheng Xirong suddenly realized, pointed at Fu Zhou and stammered, almost biting his own tongue: "Are you that kid?"

The words are vague, and the questions are endless, which is very inexplicable.There are too many "children" in this world, he said, it can be any one in the sea.It could be the little actor he worked with, or the mischievous kid he met at dinner, or the little girl who asked for his autograph.The reference is unclear, and others will be at a loss when they hear it.

But Fu Zhou understood.

Everything is self-evident, Cheng Xirong recognized Fu Zhou, and thus revealed his identity.He revealed the fact that he is "Cheng Xirong".It has become an established fact, and there is no way to remedy it.

Cheng Xirong consciously made a slip of the tongue and regretted it, blaming himself for being too excited just now.I also think that the next time will be very tormenting, and it is too difficult to reasonably explain the "resurrection".To make Fu Zhou believe that he will not regard himself as some kind of ghost or psychopath, this... I don't even know why!

He was suffering, but he saw that Fu Zhou seemed to have been shocked by an electric shock, his whole body trembled nervously, and his face instantly turned pale.Cheng Xirong saw a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, which was suppressed in an instant, so fast that he didn't even see the process, it appeared in the blink of an eye.

The eyes are also stiff, the pupils shrink, showing narrowness and crampedness, trapped in some kind of quagmire, being dragged down to sink.His breathing became very rapid and shallow, his chest was heaving violently, but not much air could enter his body.

Cheng Xirong was startled, and wanted to pat Fu Zhou, but he raised his hand, but he didn't dare to touch Fu Zhou, for fear of irritating him again.Cheng Xirong could only surround Fu Zhou, thinking "what's wrong with this", calling his name in a low voice, trying to keep him rational.

I don't know that it was Cheng Xirong who called his soul back. This force was enough to support Fu Zhou's mood swings.In other words, Fu Zhou is more capable of self-healing, and it takes only a moment for him to lose his mind, and he can quickly mediate himself and get out of the abnormal state.

About a minute later, Fu Zhou's eyeballs moved and turned.It was a bit slow and difficult at first, but after that period, continue to move on, and after breaking the deadlock, it will be normal.His eyes gradually cleared up, his mental strength was recovering, and the extreme stiffness before was gone.Breathing also returned to normal, slowed down, and became much more stable.

Cheng Xirong kept staring at Fu Zhou, seeing that his breathing was completely normal, and then took a long breath.This encounter was too scary, Cheng Xirong tensed up for a minute, and felt that the tension had not been relieved yet, and felt that his life was about to be shortened.

Fu Zhou wiped his face with his hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Cheng Xirong frowned, and asked in disbelief: "Do you have any mental problems? I'm not joking, seriously, if you have any problems, you can go to the doctor. Don't hide your illness from the doctor. Don't think about anything else, understand? "

Fu Zhou put down his arms, with a trace of pain and depression hidden in his expression, his body was tense, and he kept that sitting position for a long time: "No, thinking about some past things, I feel a little out of control."

This is simply off topic!Did not give a positive response at all, not to mention the key points.

Cheng Xirong tried to ask, "Is it because I recognized you?"

"...Not really," Fu Zhou said slowly, revealing hesitation and hesitation, before opening his mouth after a long time, "It's something else."

What other things... can you finish it all at once?It's really unpleasant to hang people's appetite like this!

Cheng Xirong wanted to explode, so his thoughts changed, thinking of Fu Zhou's reaction just now, he forcibly put back his impatience.He may be sick, so you can't stimulate him, be gentler and more lenient to him, and influence him with love... This should be right, right?Isn't that what all those spiritual remedies say?

Even if there was nothing wrong with him, he did have a very abnormal reaction just now.Human beings have seven emotions and six desires, and they will use actions to express their emotions and release themselves.Laugh when you are happy, curse when you are angry, mood swings within the normal range are fine.There are also those that are beyond the usual range, which becomes an extreme.Like what Fu Zhou did just now.

He didn't vent it, and at the moment of his emotional outburst, he withdrew his brain and suppressed the momentum.So he was bored in his heart and made him stunned.It is probably similar to the principle of hysteria, but I don't know that this kind of behavior will not hurt the body.Moreover, at this moment, it is hard to prevent whether there will be sequelae, and I don't know if he will come again.

Regardless of whether he could bear it or not, Cheng Xirong felt that he couldn't watch it again, and his heart couldn't bear it.It was only a short 1 minute just now, Cheng Xirong felt that he had gone through a very long process, until now his heart still felt a little uncomfortable.

Let's be a spiritual master for a while, even if you don't take the initiative to relieve him, you can passively leave him with a peaceful atmosphere from the side.It was better than forcing him to tell stories, forcing him to recall past events—must have been painful memories to make him so out of control.Cheng Xirong thought he wasn't that cruel, so in order to satisfy his curiosity, he pushed the other party to the guillotine.

Just skip it, and put this matter on hold for the time being, without discussing it.Listen to what Fu Zhou wants to say in the future.He didn't want to open his mouth to say it, so forget it, who hasn't clicked it yet?I also have a past that I don't want to talk about, and a secret that I don't want others to know.

Cheng Xirong let out another breath, put down his legs crossed on the sofa, and was about to look for slippers.He said casually, "Are you too tired today? Go to bed first, it's not too early."

Fu Zhou raised his hand, grabbed Cheng Xirong's wrist, and pulled him down: "Don't go."

Cheng Xirong had no choice but to keep standing with his knees bent, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Zhou licked his lower lip, his nostrils contracted slightly, he raised his eyes to look at Cheng Xirong, and quickly closed his eyelids again.This is a process of hesitation, weighing and struggling in the heart, and the process of tilting the balance is reflected in subtle changes in expression.

He is not the kind of character who likes to put his mind on the surface for others to watch. Even if he is contradictory and hesitant, he will think about it in his heart.Only when you have thought clearly will you express your decision, tell others, and show your decision.

It is really rare to have such an expression now, and it made Cheng Xirong feel uncomfortable.He thought Fu Zhou was very good, really good.This young man doesn't need to make any changes, just maintain his usual style and be able to insist on himself, which is very good.

His spine is straight, so he can grow straight up, and he will always remain neutral and stable.

Cheng Xirong couldn't bear to see him go against his own tendencies, deny his own characteristics, and correct his own behavior—certain behaviors that are not wrong and do not need to be corrected.This is a cruel thing for anyone.

Cheng Xirong paused, took the initiative to speak, and asked, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

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Fu Zhou also has secrets.Cheng Xirong realized this very early on, and did not doubt his own feelings.This young man only hides his thoughts, but never conceals the fact that "I have thoughts on my mind".That's why many people feel strange when they look at him, thinking that he is a little gloomy, and his behavior is different from ordinary people, so they don't dare to approach him.

He has come into contact with quite a few people, most of whom are casual acquaintances, and will cooperate when they have common interests and goals.The one who is most enthusiastic about him is Su Minglin.However, the relationship between Su Minglin and Fu Zhou also stays at a very superficial level, and there will be no in-depth communication in daily eating, drinking, and work.Su Minglin was also afraid, and kept an appropriate distance from him, and would not move forward to try.

Knowing these facts, Cheng Xirong could also feel the clear and obvious sense of alienation in Fu Zhou, and understood what kind of distance was most suitable for such a person.Cheng Xirong didn't intend to have too deep a collision with him. The body is together, and the mind and soul are still free from each other, which is good for both parties.

I thought this state would continue until one day, Fu Zhou met another person, and then it would end.Cheng Xirong completely abandoned his original mentality, and since the two of them had physical contact, he tried to keep the part outside the body as far away as possible.

This is a very subtle way of getting along. Being on the balance, as long as one party moves, the balance will shake.People stand on it and then fall down. They don't know where they will fall or what the consequences will be.

This is very difficult to maintain.In particular, only Cheng Xirong considered this unilaterally, while Fu Zhou had no such awareness at all, nor did he have the idea of ​​cooperating.Therefore, Cheng Xirong had to coordinate with Fu Zhou's actions in turn, to adjust his state. Fu Zhou moved forward, and he had to retreat, so that the distance between them did not change.

Only now did Cheng Xirong realize that he was wrong.

The balance is not just a matter of distance, but also a balance of force points to maintain balance.As Fu Zhou approached, the balance began to tilt, and he was coming in his direction.I can't go backwards, that can only speed up the tipping of the balance and make myself fall faster.

Can only go forward.Wherever Fu Zhou stood, Cheng Xirong had to stand at the corresponding point, and he had to follow Fu Zhou forward.

Cheng Xirong thought to himself: "Is this guy persecuting me? Forcing me to get close to him, forcing me to shorten the distance between us. Does he actually know what I'm thinking? He knows my reluctance very well. He knew that I didn't want to complicate our relationship. So he did this without giving me room to refute."

He was muttering in his heart, but looking at Fu Zhou's side face, Cheng Xirong couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and thought helplessly: "It's not that serious. He shouldn't have such deep scheming. Lied me to this point. He was really in pain, depressed, wanted to vent, wanted someone to listen to him. This is not fake, this is a real emotional response."

After thinking a lot, Cheng Xirong finally came to a conclusion: "He is not a person who can make a fuss about his emotions. He is what he looks like."

So I made up my mind and felt helpless, but I also admitted it.Cheng Xirong saw himself on the scale take a step forward, and saw that the distance between the two people suddenly shortened, almost facing each other.He also heard his own voice floating in the air, with some unconcealable surprise, very unreal.

"You said, you and Uncle Tian are...that kind of father and son?"

Fu Zhou's fingers twitched.It was a matter of an instant, he retracted his hands nervously, crossed his fingers, clasped his knuckles with his fingertips, and exerted great force.His knuckles stand up abruptly, and his nails are purple because of too much force.

Cheng Xirong glanced at his hand before realizing that his reaction was too great.Fu Zhou was telling himself something that he had concealed for a long time. This was a very tormenting moment for him, and he was sitting here waiting for others to judge.If I was startled again, I would undoubtedly stab a knife in his heart and make him suffer even more.

We still have to follow the rule of "influence with love", be tolerant, lenient, and smile.

Cheng Xirong took a deep breath, forced out an unattractive smile, suppressed his tone, and made himself look and sound gentle—although the effect was not very good, but he had tried his best Yes, my heart has arrived.

"No, I mean, I've been playing in Jiujuan for a long time. But I've never seen you."

Fu Zhou looked up at Cheng Xirong.

Cheng Xirong changed his words: "Oh, I've seen it a few times. But...I mean, I haven't paid attention to you at all, if I just remembered something else..."

I can't go on.Cheng Xirong felt that he took a knife and stabbed Fu Zhou's body, saying "I'm sorry, I made a mistake", and quickly pulled it out.Then, he sent the knife out again, and it hit the vital point, stabbing Fu Zhou's heart.

But if you want to swear, Cheng Xirong can assure you that this is not the result you want to see.He didn't want to do such a thing, and stimulating Fu Zhou would do him no good at all.

For the first time, Cheng Xirong discovered that he was so incapable of speaking that his social skills with people had become a negative value, and he could not grasp the skills of conversation at all.

It's embarrassing... The atmosphere was already cold, but the temperature dropped little by little, and the air gradually stagnated.

Cheng Xirong simply closed his mouth, didn't say anything, and remained silent.After such a stalemate for a while, Fu Zhou continued, his voice was very soft, and he asked Cheng Xirong: "Then you know Yang Tian's preferences, right?"

Anyway, there is a step.Cheng Xirong followed along hastily, and responded, "I know a little bit. He likes little boys, and often takes those students out to play with us."

Fu Zhou frowned, looked at his fingers, and didn't look at Cheng Xirong.He was probably examining his memory, recalling that period of the past, so his whole person seemed very unreal, only half of him was sitting here.And the other half of him was left in the past, stuck in the quagmire, unable to get out.

Cheng Xirong couldn't see it anymore, and added another sentence after finishing speaking: "Let's not talk about the past, it has no effect on the present. Even if you want to tell me, let's change the time, during the day, go to the sun Say it below."

Fu Zhou raised his head and looked at Cheng Xirong. He didn't move for a long, long time, and his eyes were full of astonishment and a little puzzlement.

Cheng Xirong explained: "People's physical signs will change at night, which will create a false impression. All the emotions you feel now are automatically exaggerated by your body. Don't believe it. Night is not suitable for recalling."

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Cheng Xirong thought that his persuasion would be useless, at most it would be a consolation, not even appeasement, the effect was negligible, and had no decisive influence at all.Saying it out is just to ease the atmosphere and let Fu Zhou relax a little.

After all, memories are not necessarily good.Those that are hidden and never revealed are not only precious, but also have the possibility of being irreversible and unbearable.The time period that Fu Zhou sealed was probably his most painful experience so far. It was unbearable and he couldn't even mention it. Even he himself would not look back.

In a way, memory is a cruel existence.Every time you recall a period of time in the past, it is equivalent to living that period of time again.Whether it's sweet, happy, depressing, or painful, it's unavoidable. You have to experience the feelings at that time again.

It was a vortex, whistling and raging, which would make people sink into it.Cheng Xirong, as a "bystander", is much more sober than Fu Zhou and can maintain the sanity of an adult.Cheng Xirong can remind Fu Zhou to come back and not to struggle in that whirlpool.

That's all, Cheng Xirong is very satisfied with this effect, and doesn't expect more.

However, after he finished speaking, Fu Zhou was silent for a moment, and actually nodded "Yes".

Cheng Xirong was a little dazed, he didn't expect such a turning point at all, he couldn't react for a while, and didn't know how to deal with it.And Fu Zhou who was next to him had already got up and said "Go to bed early too" by the way.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

What is this... a little stuffy, I lifted it up in one breath, and then I was poked in the ribs, so the breath in the chest cavity dispersed.I was discouraged all at once, as if the deliberate preparations before were all a joke, teasing myself.

Not so cool.

However, Cheng Xirong thought about it and thought it was quite good.At the very least, it proves that Fu Zhou is still under the domination and control of reason, and he has not lost control, nor will he have particularly dark negative emotions.He can still listen to what others are saying, can choose the "correct" option in a messy situation, and do the most suitable thing.Instead of being led by emotions, just do those depressions that seem to be voluntary.

It’s also good to take a nap, calm down, wait until dawn, and return to the sun before talking about the past.

Cheng Xirong thought so, stood up and walked towards the bedroom with his slippers on.At first, I was a little worried that Fu Zhou would not be able to fall asleep, afraid that his mind would be too deep, so I took all my emotions into my heart and covered them up.I am afraid that he is still pondering in his heart, bit by bit, consuming himself, all bored in the depths.

So after lying down, Cheng Xirong still paid attention to Fu Zhou's breathing and listened to the movement on the other side. After 5 minutes, Fu Zhou's breathing gradually stabilized. In 15 minutes, there was a slight snoring sound beside the bed, which was very regular and was a reaction to deep sleep.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Worrying for nothing.But should we say that this guy has a heavy heart, or should he be described as a big heart?Obviously looking troubled, he couldn't find an exit, so he suppressed himself into a dull gourd.But it is said that you can let it go, it seems that you don't take it into your heart at all, and you don't care much.

Totally out of the ordinary routine and pattern.Normal people will think about things at this time, and they will not be able to sleep, right?like me.

It may also be that he slept too much during the day, and was bombarded by a bomb thrown by Fu Zhou before going to bed, which made Cheng Xirong very awake.In other words, his thinking was stimulated and became active, wandering between various guesses and ideas, and he couldn't stop at all.

The brain is automatically replaying, playing the previous clip over and over again.The picture is clearly visible in front of my eyes, every expression of Fu Zhou is displayed in front of my eyes, subtle changes, those restrained and concealed eyes, everything is very real.That's all true, Fu Zhou who made that look is real.No acting, not a joke, but also a prank on April Fool's Day.

The voice of his narration was still around his ears, it was very low and deep, a little slow.Dragging the long memories behind him, he dragged out his own past, with rusty spots and a damp and fishy smell that had never seen the sun.

He said he was Uncle Tian...Yang Tian's adopted son, but apart from father and son, there were some ambiguous relationships.It is also difficult for Fu Zhou himself to describe that relationship, probably because there are too many factors, and he himself is unable to give a very precise position, and use one word or one sentence to judge the way they get along with each other.

Moreover, this kind of thing itself is difficult to talk about.Same-sex romances are extraordinary, but in recent years, the public has become more tolerant of same-sex people. Cheng Xirong himself feels that they have received much less criticism and pressure from public opinion in their lives.Of course, this refers to normal same-sex couples.

Fu Zhou and Yang Tian... No matter where you look at it, they are beyond the scope of "normal".In terms of age, Yang Tian is too old to be Fu Zhou's "adoptive father", and there is nothing wrong with Fu Zhou calling him "Grandpa" if he is away for a few years.And most importantly, the relationship between two people.

Even if there is no blood relationship, and there is no legal adoption relationship, it is too much... In short, this is beyond Cheng Xirong's acceptable level, and it is completely unimaginable.

"Fortunately..." Cheng Xirong turned over and looked out the window, "Fortunately, Fu Zhou didn't say for sure. Maybe he thought too seriously, and the two of them are actually not that dirty. There is some misunderstanding Yes."

I hope there is a deviation in my understanding.

Fu Zhou only said that he and Yang Tian were "not just father and son". As for the relationship other than father and son, he thought about it for a long time and didn't add anything.The words were not flickering, but hesitation, confusion, and embarrassment, unable to give more explanations and descriptions.

So this question was shelved, and Fu Zhou fell asleep, leaving Cheng Xirong to ponder the meaning of that sentence with his face up.Then the more I thought about it, the details of what had happened before came out, huddled together in a mess, and quarreled terribly in my head.

Cheng Xirong himself didn't know that his brain could store so much information—a useless memory.He thought that those things that happened were thrown into outer space by himself, and he would not remember them at all.From the moment I remembered Fu Zhou, it was as if a new map had been opened, and what was related to the Nine Borrows and what had happened during the Nine Borrows gradually emerged, extremely clear.

Cheng Xirong thought of the little boys that Uncle Tian took with him, the faces that he had forgotten for a long time, all came back at this time.The way Uncle Tian got along with those children was also floating in his mind, forcing Cheng Xirong to sigh.

Uncle Tian really likes boys.Fu Zhou... used to be a boy too.

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Turning over, I felt uncomfortable all over, my limbs were heavy, and I felt weak as if I lacked energy and blood.Forcing it didn't work either. I said "Stop, your body needs to rest" many times, but it didn't work. I still couldn't suppress those thoughts.When it was almost dawn, Cheng Xirong fell asleep in a daze, and had a dream, dreaming of Uncle Tian.

It's more like a memory than a dream.The brain is in an active state, and it has been doing those repetitive actions without stopping. After becoming a habit, it continues into the dream.

Cheng Xirong dreamed that he asked Uncle Tian a question: "You are with these little boys, don't you feel uneasy in your conscience?"

Uncle Tian has a good temper and is always cheerful towards people, rarely getting angry.Hearing Cheng Xirong's question, he was still calm, and the smile in the corner of his eyes became a habit, and it still didn't fade away.He wasn't angry, and he didn't feel that Cheng Xirong exposed some eccentricity, or was offended.He took it for granted from the beginning to the end, and didn't think there was any problem with such a matter.

Cheng Xirong was a question, but it was actually a statement, expressing his dissatisfaction with Uncle Tian.He himself felt inappropriate at first, but he couldn't see what Uncle Tian did to those children, so he said that.It is more like asking Uncle Tian about his thoughts and feelings, it is more like reminding Uncle Tian, ​​"This is a matter of bad conscience".

But Uncle Tian didn't care, so no matter what Cheng Xirong said, it would be useless.Cheng Xirong was staggered by Uncle Tian's brilliant way of playing Tai Chi, he held his breath in his chest, and forcibly endured it.He has no right to interfere with Uncle Tian's private life. Even if Uncle Tian is not an elder, he has no right to dictate other people's lives.What's more, those boys like Uncle Tian and are willing to stay by Uncle Tian's side.

Moreover, Uncle Tian knows how to measure, and always sticks to the boundary line, so that he doesn't look so bad.He likes younger children, and the little boys he usually brings out to play are mostly middle school students.But he will make good friends with the parents of the children, have close contacts, and report the children's whereabouts to the parents at any time.

He behaved too sincerely, frankly and openly, and no one would suspect that he had any bad habits.

If they are older, those high school students will be freer, have their own ideas, and pursue independence and freedom.When Uncle Tian took these children out, he skipped the step of communicating with the parents of the children and went directly face to face.It is also because children of this age have passed the age of 16, crossing a legal demarcation point.

He has always been like this, he is reckless and reckless in this kind of thing.But he strictly controlled the speed, without the slightest error, never breaking the rules, and never overstepping the rules.

Many times afterwards, Cheng Xirong felt very angry when he saw those little boys whose bones hadn't grown yet.He himself just got rid of the immaturity of a teenager, and now he has the outline of an adult, and he wants to become mature and stable.His heart is very eager, longing for himself to be able to stand upright immediately and become an independent adult.There is still half a foot left in the youthful youth, and it has not been cleanly removed.

His feelings towards those little boys are very delicate.On the one hand, thinking that their depravity is also the path they chose, they should bear all the consequences, and there is nothing worthy of sympathy.Then I thought, these children are only in their teens, and legally they don’t have the capacity for civil conduct. Can they be responsible for themselves?

This is a dual limitation both physically and psychologically. They are immature, so they have the identity of "guardian".Is it okay to really let them hang out with Uncle Tian?

No one around mentioned this, or, in other words, they told Uncle Tian in private, and did not let the third person know.Cheng Xirong endured it many times and watched from the sidelines for a long time, but finally he couldn't bear it to the end and asked Uncle Tian again.

"The parents of those children, do you know that you take their children out to play?"

Uncle Tian pondered for a few seconds with a smile on his face, then nodded and said, "I know."

Cheng Xirong was startled, his expression changed, and he almost bit his own tongue.He stuttered for a long time before asking, "Are you sure you know everything?"

"Everything." Uncle Tian counted them by himself, "Take them to audition, participate in shows, travel, eat, play games... Well, it also counts as star chasing? Play with you. You forgot, you It was signed last month."

Uncle Tian said that’s all there is to it, not necessarily the things he did with Cheng Xirong. Uncle Tian also taught Xirong about smoking and drinking, taught Xirong the rules of the poker table, and taught Xirong how to cheat.He wouldn't let those little kids touch these things.

That's all I said at the time, and I didn't go any further.Cheng Xirong also has self-control, knowing that his involvement in Uncle Tian's matter is beyond the norm and not in line with the rules.You can only click to the end, you can't hurt Uncle Tian's face, and you have to leave yourself a step down.Uncle Tian has already said so, do I still want to grab him by the collar and force him to admit that he has done more?

Impossible and meaningless.

So many years passed, and Cheng Xirong never mentioned this matter again.It's just that I still have doubts in my heart, is what Uncle Tian said at the time true?Or should I deal with what I said casually?

He took those little boys with him all day long, often sharing a cup and eating what was on each other's chopsticks.This kind of ambiguous way of getting along is well known to everyone, and it is dangling in front of everyone's eyes. This cannot be faked.It's all come to this level, he said he didn't do anything bad, is it logical?Does it have credibility?

Then go back to Fuzhou.If what Uncle Tian said was not a lie, then did Fu Zhou and Uncle Tian get along in the same way?Get together just to eat, drink and have fun, no more recent behavior, no beyond the ethical norms, no excessive things?

But...Fu Zhou is special.

Cheng Xirong was confused in the dream, his thinking still followed reason and logic, but it spread out on the branches and leaves, and his imagination was unconstrained.The dream was messy, the scenes switched back and forth, chaotic and irregular.He himself couldn't remember much, and the moment he opened his eyes, there was only one last impression: Fu Zhou was different from those children.

Uncle Tian would take those little boys out and bring them into this circle without any concealment or shyness.Whoever is talented and lucky, and if he is spotted by the director or producer, he will enter the industry.Or participate in a group shooting, it is possible.

But he never took Fu Zhou with him, didn't introduce artists in this circle to Fu Zhou, and didn't pave the way for Fu Zhou - Fu Zhou started filming since he was a child, and he revealed early on that his future is inseparable from the entertainment industry .If possible, letting him get in touch with people of Cheng Xirong's class as soon as possible will be very beneficial to Fu Zhou's future.

Cheng Xirong opened his eyes, his consciousness slowed down by half a beat, and he felt delayed.He looked at the ceiling, and after a few seconds, he turned his head and looked at Fu Zhou who had sat up beside him.

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Fu Zhou lit a cigarette, and when he saw Cheng Xirong turning his head, his fingers trembled.Probably some kind of instinctive reaction, the body acted faster than reason, and acted autonomously.After the rational pace caught up, he stopped and kept that posture without moving.

One was leaning against the head of the bed with a cigarette in between, and the other was lying on his side looking up, and they looked at each other.

Cheng Xirong suddenly thought of the phrase "a cigarette after the event"... Bah, what "after the event"?Why is he smoking?Isn't this making yourself unhappy?

While thinking wildly, Cheng Xirong suppressed half of his anger for getting up, and his overall state was pretty good, quite peaceful.He was too lazy to speak and didn't want to speak, so he turned his head back, looked at the other side, and stopped looking at Fu Zhou.

Fu Zhou said, "I'll just smoke one."

He never smokes in the bedroom, and usually goes to the balcony when he gets addicted, and closes the balcony door to smoke against the window.Later, regardless of the location, as long as Cheng Xirong was present, he would touch the lighter and put the cigarette back.He didn't say it himself, and Cheng Xirong was not blind. It could be seen that he was concerned about his physical condition and was trying his best to endure.

Now he broke the rules and violated the precepts he set for himself, it can be seen that he really couldn't bear it anymore.Sure enough, the emotions from last night have continued to the present, and he is still very concerned about it. The pain is depressed and restless, and he has to rely on nicotine to relieve it.

Cheng Xirong let out a muffled "hmm", tired and weak, only his head was still active.He pressed the pillow towel, thinking "did he have a dream last night", "was it a bad dream", these irrelevant questions.Just as he was thinking, there was movement beside him.Fu Zhou got up and got out of bed, walked to the bed, and opened the window.

He took two sharp puffs against the window, wrung out the cigarette butt in an empty toner bottle cap, and threw the bottle and body into the trash can.

The window was still open, and Fu Zhou unconsciously moved his arm twice, making a fanning motion—he was trying to fan out the smell of cigarettes in the bedroom.

In the end, rationality prevailed. In some matters, he was rigorous to the point of being unreasonable—he was ruthless to himself, very harsh, not gentle enough, and not tolerant and kind enough.

Cheng Xirong sighed helplessly, propped himself up on the bed and sat up.He rubbed his hair casually, looked at Fu Zhou beside the bed, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you waiting for me to wake up?"

After finishing speaking, I felt that this was a bad start.I have already seen Fu Zhou's intentions, felt his urgency and anxiety, and asked this question.It was very difficult for Fu Zhou to answer the question.Cheng Xirong simply sat back and leaned against the head of the bed, the same as Fu Zhou's previous sitting posture.He put on a posture of listening, and took over the topic himself and continued: "Where did you talk yesterday? Continue."

If I don't have that kind of experience, I can't empathize with it, and I can't really feel the touch of a person.But from a rational point of view, Cheng Xirong can probably know Fu Zhou's current mood, and can guess a rough outline.Fu Zhou is too egotistical and receives little interference from the outside world, so it is easy to enter a state of extreme obsession.He was sure of one thing, and he kept staring at it, never looking away.

Right now, he made up his mind to tell himself the story of the past.Before he finished speaking, he would always be in a tense state, and he would always remain in a state of anxiety ready to go. He would remain under the emotion in his memory, and there would be no possibility of relief.

He was interrupted last night. It seemed that he was very peaceful, rational and sober, and accepted Cheng Xirong's suggestion.But in fact, as Cheng Xirong was worried about, all the emotions were still suppressed in the mind, fermented in the body, gradually expanded, and began to devour him.

For some reason, he was able to sleep in that mood.But after waking up, instead of showing any signs of improvement, it seemed to be more negative than last night.

He needs an outlet, an object to vent, to confide in, to dig out all the silt in his heart, and dry it in the sun.I am the sun he chose, and I want to help him complete this rebirth process.Then realize this invisible wish, this is the best solution.

Cheng Xirong paused, and said sincerely: "I thought about it for a long time last night, and I remembered some things from the past. I don't want to offend you. In fact, Uncle Tian... Yang Tian, ​​he never denied I like little boys."

no respond.Fu Zhou seems to be organizing the language, conceiving the frame of this matter in his mind, and looking for the most suitable way to tell it.

Cheng Xirong continued: "I've seen it too. He always brings some little boys out to play. The youngest is about 13 years old. He was just at the age of junior high school, and he followed him innocently... At that time, how old were you-"

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Zhou interrupted him.It's very abrupt, a few simple words, put together into one sentence, can also become a shocking bomb.

"He can't get hard."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Obviously speaking Chinese, they are all very simple Chinese characters, which are often used in daily life.But once put together, it takes the listener some time to understand.His thoughts slowed down a step. After trying to understand the meaning of this sentence, his whole body trembled as if someone had punched him on the back.Then, the brain began to act autonomously, and I couldn't help making more guesses.

Can't Yang Tian get tough?Why?When did it start?

So, with those little boys, he was really just eating and playing games?The most intimate behavior is to share a pair of chopsticks. Is there any closer behavior?Didn't he take those kids to the hotel after the party?As he himself said, was he sent home?

This is real?Is there any other possibility?Like using tools or something?If he can't do it himself, he can also buy tools to assist him.

Wait, these are not the key... Is he really not lifting?Fu Zhou wasn't joking?Didn't he deliberately smear Yang Tian after breaking up?

how……

This is too hard to believe!

Cheng Xirong remained silent for a long time, staring at Fu Zhou with his mouth open.He knew that he should look stupid, like an idiot, but how can he manage those idol burdens at this moment?This is probably the most shocking news he has heard recently. It is no less than finding out that Feng Yi and Zhou Sheng have an affair behind their backs. It is of equal value. No matter which one blows up, it is hard to bear.

Fu Zhou gave up on the idea of ​​finding a framework, and simply said whatever came to mind. After the beginning, he continued: "A small part of the reason why he looks for children is because he really likes young children. But also It's not that children are necessary, the bigger reason is to cover up yourself."

To cover up the fact that he can't?

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If you think about it carefully, you will find that this is a pretty clever cover-up.Uncle Tian didn't want others to know about his hidden disease, but as a grown man, it was impossible for him to live without night life.Especially in the big environment of the entertainment industry, people are restless, and their ideas are more open and wanton than ordinary people.Humans are not very strict and prudent when it comes to physical contact, and they don't mind momentary pleasures, and they often have behaviors such as 419 and giving away.

Normally, unless you have a family, everyone assumes that this person cannot move, will not take the initiative to flirt, and will not