First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

After Mu Ye sent Weibo, he deleted it within 10 minutes.

The fans saw that the male god was playing performance art again, and they all said that it didn't matter, just delete it, anyway, they have already taken screenshots.

It took Song Jianchu one night to figure it out.

It's just posting photos to show your affection, and there is no content that you can't see. In fact, it's not a big deal.

They all agreed to let Mu Ye post on Weibo, but then regretted asking him to delete it. He seemed a little stingy.

After being separated for a week, their video call was connected all night that night.

Mu Ye woke up once in the middle of the night, and saw that the light in the video was dimmed. Song Jianchu put his mobile phone by his pillow, facing the mobile phone and fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Ye stared at the screen for a long time, kissed the boy's face through the screen, and said "good night" in a low voice.

Song Jianchu finished the course in only one week.

Film production is not a profession on paper, and the professor supports him to explore more experience in practice, and he can communicate with him at any time when encountering problems.The professor was very satisfied with this student with strong learning ability. Before leaving, he invited Song Jianchu to formally apply for him as a tutor and become his graduate student.

Song Jianchu replied that he would seriously consider it.

On the day of returning to China, Song Jianchu received a notice from the program group that he wanted to leave work, and the PD asked him about his arrival time.

The recording of the fourth episode is about to continue, and the program team wants to arrange a dinner party to let everyone get back the team atmosphere in advance.

Song Jianchu got on the return plane and sent the arrival time to PD, just in time to receive a message from Mu Ye.

[MY: What time will you arrive? 】

[See the first song: five o'clock in the afternoon. 】

[MY: I am two hours ahead of you, waiting for you at the airport? 】

[See Chusong: Wait for me at home, there is a dinner party at night, take a break in advance. 】

[MY: Just rest in the car, I want to see you soon. 】

Song Jianchu also stopped duplicity, he really wanted Mu Ye to wait for him, and he also wanted to see his boyfriend sooner.

He replied: [then sleep in the car for a while. 】

[MY: [Hug]]

It was already dark when we got off the plane, Song Jianchu pushed the suitcase and left the airport through the VIP passage, and saw the familiar nanny car at the exit.Mu Ye was wearing a hat, leaning against the car with his arms folded and waiting with his head bowed. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and walked towards him quickly.

Mu Ye hugged him hard for a few seconds, buried his head deeply: "Chu Chu, do you miss me?"

Song Jianchu also raised his arms to hug Mu Ye, and said honestly, "I think about it."

"I'm thinner again." Mu Ye felt the waistline of the person in his arms shrinking again, and said distressedly: "It's hard to raise it. It's very tiring to finish a major so quickly."

Song Jianchu: "It's okay."

"Bosses, why don't we get in the car first?" Gu Jiaming rolled down the window and said with a smile, "It's so comfortable to hug in the car."

Song Jianchu's face became hot for a while, and he patted the person lightly: "Mr. Mu, get in the car first."

The assistant got out of the car to carry the suitcase, Song Jianchu thanked him, and Mu Ye led him into the car.

Gu Jiaming turned back and asked: "It's almost time, I think we should go directly to the place where we have dinner?"

"Yes." Song Jianchu said: "It will take time on the road, so it's better to go there earlier."

Mu Ye glanced at the group chat: "Lao Bai and the others have arrived."

[Your Bai Ye: Where are people?Why did Lugou and I get here? ? 】

[Your Bai Ye: Are you not active at dinner parties? 】

[Pei Shinian: We'll be there soon! 】

[MY: Just received Chuchu, on the way. 】

[Your Bai Ye: Hurry up, I'm hungry. 】

[See Chu Song: There is about half an hour left. 】

[Pei Shinian: 10 minutes. 】

【Your Lord Bai: [ok]】

Mu Ye squeezed Song Jianchu's fingers, motioning for him to come closer, and his eyes vaguely fell on his lips.

Gu Jiaming didn't even have to look back, he played a song in the car with a tacit understanding.

The assistant consciously put on sunglasses, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep in the back row.

The driver's eyes are fixed on the road.

Song Jianchu glanced at the people in the car, quietly followed the force of Mu Ye's gentle pull, leaned his head closer, and closed his eyes consciously and expectantly.

Mu Ye took off their hats, tilted his head and kissed them.

Because it was just lips touching, no sound was made.

Mu Ye kept holding his hand, licked his lower lip, and kissed him a quiet and lingering kiss.

Before coming back, Song Jianchu was a little worried that Mu Ye was still angry, but through this kiss, he felt that Mu Ye just missed him very much.

Mu Ye held his face with the other hand, rubbed his thumb gently on his cheek and under the ear, also closed his eyes, and kissed him very tenderly.

After a short kiss for 2 minutes, Mu Ye backed away with a lot of enthusiasm and rubbed the back of his neck.This time, instead of leaning over like before, he held his shoulders, pressed his head to his own, and whispered, "Take a break."

It's been a while since they've been in a relationship, yet Song Jianchu's heart is still pounding.

Especially when Mu Ye took care of him tenderly like an older brother, he would always think of the time in the hospital.

Mu Ye's shoulders are much broader than his, and the coat smells nice and friendly, making it comfortable and reliable to lean on.

Song Jianchu didn't care about the people in the car anymore, he relaxed his body and leaned his head over.

During the week he left Mu Ye, he finally felt that he really had a moment of rest.

Mu Ye patted his arm, as if coaxing him to sleep: "Sleep, I'll call you when we arrive."

Song Jianchu fell asleep all the way on the plane, fell asleep on Mu Ye's shoulder and fell asleep again within a few seconds.

Mu Ye's embrace can hypnotize him more than vehicles.

Looking down at the boy's face, Mu Ye could already imagine how hard Song Jianchu had been working these past few days.He had already guessed that even if he supervised every day, Song Jianchu would not be obedient to rest.

Song Jianchu is a very motivated person, and once he sets a goal, he will go all out.

Although Mu Ye felt distressed, it couldn't really stop him from growing himself.

Hard work is the only way to become a good adult.

No matter how nervous he is, his little friend will grow up.

Mu Ye recalled the dinner a few days ago.

He didn't want to drink too much at first, but after chatting with Gu Jiaming for a few hours, he accidentally drank a few more glasses.

That day Gu Jiaming suddenly asked: "Mu Ye, are you too nervous to meet your first date?"

Mu Ye lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then found a reason for his nervousness, and said, "He's still young."

"Is it because he is young?" Gu Jiaming said plainly, "I think you are just scared."

Mu Ye didn't deny it, and poured himself a glass of wine.

"I know what it feels like to survive a catastrophe." Gu Jiaming held the wine glass and recalled: "My wife gave birth to my son with dystocia and almost left. After she was discharged from the hospital for a long time, I couldn't concentrate on work. I want to go back and be with her every day, and put her in my sight all the time."

Mu Ye drank half a glass of wine, propped his face lazily, remained silent for a few seconds, and said, "It's different."

"What's the difference?" Gu Jiaming said, "You used to like being clingy, but it didn't become so serious. You couldn't leave it for a day. After all, you were just afraid."

Before meeting the little fan, Mu Ye had never liked anyone so much.

He didn't quite know what that felt like.

After learning of Song Jianchu's condition, he lived like a passive performing body for a few days.

He was very confused, and suddenly felt that he really didn't seem that mature.

Because of his casual attitude towards life, he once thought that he could face death gracefully.Until those days, he found that he had no way to face it calmly, and could only try his best to act as a mature adult image in front of his younger boyfriend.

Every night without a successful match, he couldn't help but think about the worst ending over and over again.

It's a defense mechanism of the brain. Before the next mental disaster strikes, it keeps training yourself by creating scary images in your mind, or recalling embarrassing and painful experiences, until you can accept it with emotional peace, or you will never get through it. Difficulties, once you close your eyes, you will fall into the hell created by fantasy.

Even though the mental disaster is over now, there will still be an unreasonable sense of tension when we break up with Song Jianchu. If we can't get in touch with anyone, our nerves will immediately tense up.

Mu Ye had never been drinking heavily since meeting Song Jianchu, and he drank a lot that night unknowingly.Gu Jiaming saw that he was trying to enlighten him, so he didn't persuade him.

Finally, he drank up the rest of the wine in the glass, Mu Ye covered his eyes that were hot after drinking, and said in a hoarse voice, "I need some time."

The car stopped at the entrance of the tavern, Gu Jiaming turned around and said: "Here, you go in, I won't go down."

Mu Ye suddenly pulled away from the memory, and softly woke up the person who was still sleeping on his shoulder: "Baby, get up and play with the brothers."

Song Jianchu raised his head sleepily and rubbed his eyes.

During the past few days, Song Jianchu always made this movement in the video, Mu Ye frowned, and asked, "Is your eyes uncomfortable?"

"No." Song Jianchu put down his hands and said, "I don't wear contact lenses, so I can't see clearly."

It may be the sequelae of some stimulant treatments, and everyone will experience it differently.

Song Jianchu felt that his vision seemed to have declined compared to before, but it was not too serious. It was just that when he just woke up or read for too long, his vision would be obviously blurred.

Mu Ye raised his chin to look, frowned and said, "Go to the hospital."

"Shall we go now?" Gu Jiaming asked.

"No rush." ​​Song Jianchu knew that Mu Ye was getting nervous again, and said truthfully, "It's not that serious. You can get a new pair of glasses during the next review."

Mu Ye frowned, said "um", rubbed his head, and said with a smile, "Get out of the car."

The program team took over this internet celebrity tavern, which was the place where Mu Ye's studio had dinner last time.

When Song Jian entered on the first day of the lunar new year, there was a bang on the top of his head, and his head was full of ribbons.

He paused, and instinctively took a step back, leaning on Mu Ye who was walking behind.

All the members and the staff of the program group looked like a group of extras who ran out from the European and American MV studios, all wearing sunglasses and dressed in swag style, and cheered together: "Happy birthday to the gold master father!!!"

In the middle of the tavern, there was a giant cake that looked like a mountain of jewels in a shipwreck on an island. Pei Shinian wore sunglasses and a gold chain as thick as a little finger, and fired a gun with banknotes in both hands, flying out real hundred-dollar bills all over the sky: "Hey! Meet Chu Song! Happybirthdayman!!"

Filming is already underway, even Director Cui has big gold rings in his hands, holding a small golden speaker: "Welcome back, the gold master father! Tonight is the first style!"

Song Jianchu's eyes were confused: "???"

When did he walk this style? ?

Mu Ye supported his shoulder, as if he had expected it, and laughed softly behind him.

Song Jianchu was still in a daze, not knowing what expression to put on, whether to be happy or frightened.

His head suddenly sank.

Mu Ye put on the real gemstone crown for him from behind, put his hands around his waist, tilted his head and kissed his face, and sent another birthday greeting gently.

"Happy birthday, my lord the king."