The male god became my bird

Xie Chenyan stared at the photo for two seconds, then turned his gaze to other places in the room.

Then he saw his posters, photos, his own album CD, and many products related to him... He can be called Xie Chenyan's name no matter what in the whole room, so many of his works Can't remember when it was taken.

And these things are kept in glass display cabinets and cherished.

Xie Chenyan didn't need Xia Yu to say anything more to understand what this room was for. It was a storage room for Xia Yu's idol peripherals.

As for Xia Yu's idol, he is the only one.

Even though Xie Chenyan had known this for a long time, he still received quite a shock at this moment. Looking around those old posters, Xie Chenyan could intuitively feel that Xia Yu said to him that he admired him very much. What does it mean to like yourself.

"Thank... Teacher Xie," Xia Yu really had no face to look at Xie Chenyan, and turned his head in shame, "...don't look at it."

"Why, isn't this specially prepared for me?" Xie Chenyan knew that this should be Xia Yu's private place, but he was really curious about what Xia Yu put there specifically, "Let me see."

What is the experience of being liked by someone who sees that you have collected so many things from him?

Xia Yu didn't know what other people were like, he just felt like a castle was about to be buckled out of his toes.

And it would be fine if he only collected the surroundings, but there are other things in it.

But Xie Chenyan wanted to see it, but Xia Yu was reluctant to stop him. While he was struggling, Xie Chenyan had already entered the room.

Here are every album of Xie Chenyan from his debut to the present, posters of every movie and TV series he has filmed, and even newspaper clippings from old magazines he has appeared in.

Xie Chenyan looked carefully at Xia Yu's collection. His eyes fell on a poster from 12 years ago. Although it has been so many years, the poster is still well protected and displayed in a display cabinet. .

It was the poster of "Above the Keys". On the screen, the main character, Shiyu, leaned on the piano and fell asleep peacefully, and in the starry sky behind him, countless streamers of frigates streaked across the night sky, like meteors streaking across the night sky, bringing human beings with them. hope to go to the battlefield.

This is the most peaceful period of time that Shi Yu spent in this movie, and before that, Shi Yu had just experienced a betrayal from his compatriots and narrowly escaped death.

Looking at Shi Yu, looking at his face when he was young, the plot in the movie clearly appeared in Xie Chenyan's mind.

He still clearly remembers what he was thinking when he was filming this scene, whether it was for Shi Yu in the story or for Xie Chenyan at the time, it was a scene of extraordinary significance.

Xie Chenyan didn't look away: "I remember this poster is hard to get because it's not for sale."

"I got it from participating in the event..." Xia Yu, who didn't know how to draw at the beginning, practiced drawing for a long time before he won the Excellence Award of the official fan event and got this poster.

"Do you like this poster the most?" Xie Chenyan saw that Xia Yu had collected many posters of "Above the Keys", but he only displayed this one in the most eye-catching position.

"Ah."

Although the poster looked nothing special on the surface, the story that happened before that calm was deeply engraved in Xia Yu's memory.

What Xie Chenyan didn't know was that it was also of great significance to Xia Yu.

Xie Chenyan walked two more steps in, and suddenly found something familiar in a cabinet.

It was the blu-ray disc that I gave Xia Yu.

Next to this Blu-ray disc is the signature I wrote to Xia Yu and their group photo when they were on the set of "The Legend of Jade Pearl", as well as some used ointment.

Xie Chenyan remembered that it was the ointment that Xia Yu Diao Weiya was injured and he gave him.

And in a row of cabinets under these things, there is a stack of neatly placed sketches. It is not difficult to see from the top sketches that this should be a sketch bust drawn by Xia Yu for himself, but it is just a sketch of himself. It seems that there is no clothes on...

Noticing Xie Chenyan's gaze, Xia Yu was on fire, and hurried over to block the cabinet.

He no longer wants to dig out a building with his toes, but wants to dig out a black hole directly, and simply suck himself and these things away together.

Collecting ointments and drawing naked/body sketches of the other party, Xie Chenyan might feel that he is a pervert!

"I..." Xia Yu wanted to say something, but he didn't come up with a complete sentence for a long time.

But Xie Chenyan didn't show any expression of shock or disgust, instead he smiled: "It seems that you not only kept the things I gave you well, but also drew a lot of pictures for me, can I have a look?"

"Those are... drawn randomly." Thinking of the contents of those paintings, Xia Yu was really embarrassed to show Xie Chenyan.

Seeing Xia Yu lowering his head in embarrassment, Xie Chenyan was a little at a loss, knowing that he had made him difficult, so he didn't force him anymore, but explained: "I'm sorry Xia Yu, I just saw that you cherish things related to me so much. I also drew pictures for me, I was so happy, so I wanted to see it, don’t be nervous, I won’t read it if you don’t want to.”

Xie Chenyan couldn't explain why, after seeing this storage room, the emotions that came out of his heart the most were excitement and joy. He has many fans, but the one in front of him is the most special to him.

Xia Yu raised his head, and looked at Xie Chenyan with a little anxiety, "I... It's not that I don't want to show you, I'm just afraid that you might mind what I drew."

"I don't mind. Fans draw a lot of fanart for me, let alone you. I don't mind what you draw."

Hearing what Xie Chenyan said, the worry in Xia Yu's heart finally faded away. This was probably Xie Chenyan's magic power to him, and he simply comforted himself.

"You really don't mind?"

"En." Xie Chenyan nodded.

"Then... let me show you."

Xia Yu took out a stack of drawing paper from the cabinet and handed it to Xie Chenyan, hoping that he would remain calm when he saw those pictures.

Xie Chenyan took the drawing paper, the first picture that appeared in front of him was a picture of him lying on the bed with his upper body naked and sleeping, the second picture was a picture of him stroking his collarbone in a soaked shirt, and behind him there was a picture of him lying on the bed. There are scenes of clothes being opened by the glass windows, pictures of lying on the couch in ancient costumes with half of the shoulders exposed... There are even pictures of being tied up with ropes.

Although the images are black and white, these paintings are extremely vivid, and none of them are sexy and provocative. Xie Chenyan felt a little blushing and heart beating when he saw it.

He never thought that he would look like this in Xia Yu's eyes.

Xia Yu was naturally more exaggerated than Xie Chenyan's heartbeat. Xie Chenyan watched him finish the paintings he drew, and it was too psychologically stressful.

"I didn't expect you to draw so many of me...the paintings are quite beautiful." Although Xie Chenyan's heart was agitated by Xia Yu's paintings, on the surface he returned the drawings to Xia Yu calmly, "After that Can you still draw?"

"I've been your fan for 12 years. I've been drawing you since I first learned how to draw, so sometimes I use you as a model for my drawing practice. These are just part of it." Xia Yu tried hard to explain The reason for drawing these paintings by myself, and said to Xie Chen seriously: "I feel that I can still be your fan for the rest of my life, and I have always liked you, so I will probably draw for the rest of my life."

This is not the first time Xia Yu said that he likes himself, but after seeing those paintings, Xie Chenyan felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if Xia Yu's words of liking had some special meaning.

Or maybe Xie Chenyan was touched by Xia Yu's 12 years and his whole life, and he also said to Xia Yu seriously: "Then I will continue to work hard, let you be my fan for the rest of my life, and draw more pictures for me."

Xia Yu muttered in a low voice, "You don't have to work hard enough to get me confused, but you can pay off with hard work..."

"What?" This sentence was said too softly, Xie Chenyan didn't hear clearly.

"I mean, let's go out." If he stayed any longer, Xia Yu reckoned that he would really start digging.

As soon as the two of them came out of the storage room door, Xia Yu quickly pressed his finger on a small black area on the door, and locked the door with his fingerprints.

It's fine to be seen by Xie Chenyan, this room must not be seen by other people.

At this time, Xie Chenyan was thinking the same thing.

Thinking of the things in the storage room and Xia Yu's paintings, Xie Chenyan didn't want anyone else to enter the storage room at all.

This is Xia Yu's secret room, and it is also Xia Yu's secret room with himself.

Xie Chenyan looked at the empty cloakroom in front of him, and imagined how it would be covered with clothes. At that time, the door of this storage room should be blocked by clothes, and it would not be so easy for others to find it again.

Just as he was thinking this way, a nerve jumped in his head, and he suddenly thought that Xia Yu didn't even pack his clothes, but put things related to him first... Does this mean that he treats him well? Is it really important?

He remembered that on the way home from the police station that day, Liang Gaoyuan said that Xia Yu had told him that Xia Yu only had himself in his heart.

He now clearly understands what it means to be alone.

Xia Yu really liked and admired him.

However, Xia Yu, who likes him so much, also has someone who is more important to him.

A person who is different from liking for idols.

Before, Xie Chenyan still thought that it is normal for fans to put idols aside when they have someone they like, but now, Xie Chenyan saw Xia Yu's storage room with his own eyes, saw Xia Yu's paintings for himself, and saw what he did to himself. All of a sudden, he couldn't understand what kind of person could surpass his status in Xia Yu's heart.

There can't be such an existence, if it exists, there must be traces of it in Xia Yu's home.

But no, there are only traces of Xia Yu liking him.

Like... yourself?

So, Xia Yu likes himself?

Isn't it like idols like themselves?

This thought shocked Xie Chenyan, but his heart beat uncontrollably.

He looked at Xia Yu's back in front of him, and the question kept echoing in his mind: Xia Yu likes himself?

"Xia Yu," Xie Chenyan called out to stop him.

"Huh?" Xia Yu turned around, her face flushed a little, and she hadn't fully recovered from the shyness just now.

Xie Chenyan didn't hesitate to ask the question he was eager to know: "Do you like me?"

The author has something to say:

Two people looking at the painting:

As the old saying goes: good painting.

Xiaoyu Surface: Thank you, it's just practice.

Old words & Xiaoyu's heart: ///(////ω/////)///