The young man sat in the ambiguous light and shadow, half of his face was immersed in the thick darkness, and the other half was brightly lit by the colored lights in the bar. His eyelids drooped, covering a pair of excessively clean eyes and bringing the girl lying on him closer to his oversized neckline.

"Card," the slight hum of the camera completely quieted down, and the studio staff moved quickly with the director's orders. "After the next game."

Zhou Yu smiled shyly at the actress who participated in the performance, put down the neckline shyly, and then stood up and walked to the director.

He used to be a singer, but he met a bottleneck some time ago and disappeared for a long time. Weibo, who was silent, was quickly blown up by fans' comments on Yu Ge's lovesickness. His good friend Fang Bo, as his sincere agent, first said "Why don't you change your mood" to him, then signed a play for him with lightning speed, and then packed him up and threw him on the set without conscience.

Suddenly someone sneezed three times in the bar. After Zhou Yu saw who it was, he touched his nose awkwardly and took Fang Bo's hot hand. He almost bowed guiltily: "Uncle has worked hard, he has worked hard."

Fang Bo's eyebrows and nose are wrinkled together. After listening to his words, he smiled. "I can't eat until I hold Brother Yu's thigh."

Zhou Yu chatted with him casually, and then ran to ask the director a few questions. He is still a newcomer to acting, so it is always good to be diligent and modest. Fang Bo was waiting for him with his bag on his back. He has read Zhou Yu's notebook, but there is no script for him today. He can have black dinner later.

"That guy named Zhou Yu looks really good. Why haven't you seen him before? "

"I have a good personality and am polite to everyone, and those eyes are really ... how to say, it is rare to have such clean eyes in this circle."

Gossip is not something you can't hear if you want to hear it. Fang Bo looked at Zhou Yu's back from a distance. His short T and black leather pants make his legs more slender and his figure is excellent. He is taller than the director, so he leans over to listen to the director's play and looks at the script carefully with his eyes for thousands of years, like a good baby.

"I like his eyes, as black as ink, but not like night."

"Sunshine lives in his eyes, and hope grows in a quiet place."

Fang Bo remembered that his brother was sitting on the balcony of his river view mansion, opened a bottle of red wine in the posture of "Who is standing for the wind and dew in the middle of the night", and then suddenly began to read poetry with a pair of hearts open.

"Destined love, doomed love. 」

Fang Bo turned supercilious look in his mind without trace, and silently made a cross for his younger brother Yu.

02

After greeting the crew, Zhou Yu and Fang Bo left the set together.

Today, Fang Bo drives a coquettish Maserati, which makes Zhou Yu once again draw out the question of "Is Fang a rich second generation" from his mind.

After all, after they graduated from college, Fang Bo followed himself, that is, a little singer who could brush some sympathy points at most, and drove around in a Jaguar, which was very shocking. Later, he sold records and walked the red carpet, and there were more or less zeros in the ledger. However, he was distressed by the money, thinking that the sports car was flashy and the Shanghai brand was so difficult, so no matter how encouraged Fang Bo, he didn't buy a car.

Zhou Yu fastened his seat belt and stared at Pikachu on the dashboard for a while, his big eyes shining with longing.

Fang Bo glanced at him, grabbed this Pikachu, which was called "super fierce", and stuffed it into a child's hand. He asked him, "What did the director tell you, so long?"

"Nothing," Zhou Yu's face collapsed, his eyebrows screwed together and his hands pressed on Pikachu's face. "That is to say, although nothing happened, his eyes were almost ... decadent and desperate."

Fang Bo nodded: "Acting is a little different from simply showing yourself. Just don't be impatient and take your time. Small-budget film directors don't ask for anything. If you feel uncomfortable, I'll help you resign. What's the big deal? "

Zhou Yu thinks that Fang Bo knows himself, that Fang Bo is familiar with his unyielding and hard work, but that Fang Bo doesn't know himself that well, or that his interest in acting is too inconspicuous?

He held Pikachu in the palm of his hand, and his sharp horn stung his hand. After a while, he finally said:

"Bo elder brother you tell me the truth, you are definitely rich second generation? Everything can be settled? "

Fang Bo wears sunglasses, and Zhou He can't see his eyes clearly. He can only listen to his nonsense: "As Mr. Zhou Yu's agent, my professionalism is still very high."

Before the smile in his words landed, the mobile phone rang. "Brother Haoyu, answer it."

Zhou Yu took the phone, and Pikachu's head was beating strikingly. The caller said that "it may be a big tiger eating sheep", and Zhou Yu picked up the phone with the question that "ios can store so many contacts".

"Bo son, you broke Xu Xin's car and drove my car out, didn't you? "

A deep male voice, quite magnetic, made Zhou Yu numb.

"Hello ... well, hello ..." Zhou Yu glanced at Fang Bo hesitantly, not sure whether he should continue to answer the phone. Fang Bo took off his sunglasses and made a gesture of "you answer" to him, so he had to bite the bullet and answer.

"ah? What did you say ... the wind is too strong. I didn't catch it ... huh My signal may be bad ... hello ... hello. "

After hanging up the phone quickly, Zhou Yu felt a hot face and turned to ask Fang Bo, "Brother Bo, can I handle this?"

Fang Bo laughed so hard that he couldn't hold the steering wheel. He laughed at his younger brother and praised Zhou's acting skills, but he just didn't pull over and sang a song together.

ZhangJike stood in his garage staring at his mobile phone with a ghost expression on his face. The deaf voice in his head is easy to recognize. As far as singers are concerned, the timbre is not clear, but there is a kind of purity that grows wildly.

Mr. Zhang took the corner of his mouth, and a soft smile floated from his lips to his brow, making his resolute side face as gentle as a cloud. His heart thumped with joy, lower the head to continue to call Fang Bo mobile phone:

"Is it zhou yu? I am Fang Bo's brother ... It's okay, you can put it on speaker and let Fang Bo listen. "

Yu answered the phone, gave Fang a bitter stare, and listened to the man.

"You come to Zheng Da Square, I have an appointment for dinner, and I will take Zhou Yu with me."

"I see." Fang Bo also sadly lost face. He thinks his brother just singled him out for driving, but who knows there is business. A few days ago, I said that I would have dinner with several familiar directors and producers. Who would have thought that today is this day, Fang Bo thought.

"Jade elder brother, you can't abandon me for glory. Come and have dinner with me. "

The sports car came up from the elevated Beizhai Road. Zhou Yu leaned her head against the window and her hair was messy. The scarlet sunset and clouds gradually dimmed outside the window. He thought that he would probably order takeout when he got home, so he agreed.

"Well, don't eat for nothing."

03

The car drove through the most crowded street in front of Zheng Da Square, turned several corners and entered a hidden restaurant.

Fang Bo locked the car and turned to see ZhangJike standing in front of the hotel like Armani's white shirt male model.

"Broken my brother, personally meet your heart rain. 」

Zhou Yu is still a little confused. He threw a messy hair at random and looked at the small white lightning on the black T in front of the window, suspecting that it was a wrong decision to follow Fang Bo.

"Let's go, let's go." Fang Bo carried him and walked forward, watching his brother's jokes.

"This is my brother, ZhangJike."

When Fang Bo said this, Zhou Yu was still standing in a man's overly good-looking eyes and smile. Only two glazed palace lanterns light softly in front of the hotel gate, and the ears of the lanterns sway gently in the evening breeze, echoing the crisp sound of wind chimes. ZhangJike's tough outline melts in this warm light, without sharp edges and corners like a sword, as easily as reaching out and touching.

Zhou Yu felt that the aura of the famous movie star was the same as he remembered, but it was different. His body is faster than his brain. He held out his hand and gave a sincere smile. "Hello, I'm Zhou Yu."

The emotion in his big eyes is too complicated to be expressed in words. Want to add appropriate attributes before the name, but don't know how to define it properly, brother's friend? Your fans? Your brother's artist? Or maybe you can count your descendants?

ZhangJike also straightened his palm and gently touched his palm. His body temperature, which does not belong to his body temperature, is slightly hot, lingering and separated.

"Hello, Xiaoyu." Facing the light, Zhang Jike raised his hand again and rubbed Zhou Yu's head.

Say that finish and pinch Fang Bo's face. Zhou Yu's strength is nerve-racking, and he is distressed by his uncle's round face, thinking.

Into the private room, Zhou Yu even regretted the decision to eat with Fang Bo.

He thought he saw a room full of China opera trophies. Holding mobile phones together, it seems that Chen Qi, who won the best director for three years in a row, and Wang Hao, the gold medal producer, and Fan Zhendong, who is bored to hold hands on the other side, are all brilliant, energetic and domineering screenwriters.

Chen Qixian looked up at him first, then patted the seat next to him and said naturally, "Zhou Yu, come and sit here and let our fellow villagers talk."

Zhou Yu's fear, anxiety and doubt were just not written on his face: "I'm still with Bo ..."

Fang Bo was sent to choose wine, and it was hopeless. ZhangJike and Fan Zhendong both smiled at him, and his eyes gave him the willies, so he had to sit beside Chen Qi.

A son hot quickly, a few people's capacity for liquor in addition to Wang Hao is not good, a circle of beer blush blush, lying down to drink, Zhou Yufan stare at a pair of big eyes, listen to Chen Qi said:

"I want to start shooting a play next month. Your image is very good. Would you like to have a try? Your brother Hao is a producer and that fat boy is a screenwriter. Are you satisfied with the lineup? "

Bubbles of beer accumulated in his stomach, so his heart swelled. He felt uncomfortable and his voice was a little distorted. "Is this a deal?"

There was a sound of flushing in the bathroom of the private room, and ZhangJike staggered Fang Bo out, with a face frozen in amazement. Fan Zhendong didn't drink much. He looked at the young man with small lightning, lowered his eyes and showed a sad expression.

"Fart", Wang Hao suddenly popped up a word, which startled Zhou Yu in a daze. "Ji can want to sell you? Hey, this child is really stupid. "

Say shook his head, Zhou Yu didn't understand, also confused.

Then the dumplings tugged at his hand, blinked his innocent and kind eyes and said, "Brother Yu, try it. That role really suits you. "

04

Zhou Yu is still a fragment. He really can't drink. Fang Bo used to take his place when he had entertainment, but it was the first time that he knew what Fang Bo couldn't drink, and he didn't know if it was solved by glib words before.

When I woke up, I was in a strange room. The curtains were blown open by the wind, and the whistle on the river went from far to near.

Zhang Jike pushed the door and came in, but he didn't expect Zhou Yu to wake up. He put breakfast on the bedside table and said, "When you wake up, get up and wash and eat.". I'll take you to the set later. "

Zhou Yu thinks this is about ZhangJike's house. After all, not everyone can afford such a house. I thought for a long time and didn't know what to say. So he asked, "Where's Fang Bo?"

"Sleep like a pig and rest next door," Zhang Jike rubbed his messy hair again. "Leave him alone and hurry up."

Zhou Yu woke up from bed like a dream and realized that he was wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. He was embarrassed. Zhang Jike turned around and walked into the room again. "The bathroom in the guest room is also connected to the cloakroom. You can choose anything you like. I haven't washed your clothes yet. "

Zhou Yu pricked up his hair and nodded. ZhangJike felt messy hair scratching on the apex of his heart again and again. The guilt of inexplicably offending others made him cough in disguise. "I'll wait for you in the living room."

Xiu Yu is packed, and Zhang Jike seems to be asleep on the sofa.

Xu Zhimo's poems cover his face and can't be distinguished clearly.

His heart moved as if he had discovered a little hobby of his idol, a unique surprise that most people didn't know. He reached for the book and was about to pick it up when ZhangJike grabbed his wrist.

ZhangJike's eyes are not very clear, as if immersed in the milky fog on the river in the morning. Uncontrollable feelings are higher than controllable emotions, and they are deeply and shallowly hidden in the fundus.

"Light rain." Zhang Jike called him, her voice soft as a sigh.

"Light rain." He let out a cry again.

"Light rain." He smiled, and his full lips gently opened a radian, marking a path in Zhou Yu's heart.

Zhou Yu's face is a little hot. His heart beat faster than when he was writing a song, and he kept uploading his own blood to his face. "Ke ... Ke Ge." I've been with Fang Bo for a long time, and he stutters a little when he is nervous. Will calling me my idol brother make him angry? I was so nervous that lightning and rain gave a "bang" cry in my heart before I dared to look into ZhangJike's eyes.

He likes his eyes.

From the amorous feelings at the top of the head and the end of the eye to the bottomless in the pupil.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but he thinks that ZhangJike's eyes make him even more elusive.

He is a man with no regrets, he is an unruly man, and he is introverted and calm. ...

He is mysterious and uncertain, so using non-repetition can be exciting and surprising.

This time, Zhou Yu fell into a deep lake of contradictions.

The lake is deep and the water is cold, but it is clear and mysterious. The tenderness of raising everything in the north and the bonfire of melting ice and snow jump in this deep lake.

He felt that his heart was too tight to breathe.

"Xiao Boer's friend is my brother. Yesterday, he just had a light meal. Don't forget. "

Zhang Jike stood up. He wore an ordinary red jacket today, and the magnetic bass echoed in his ears, which made him feel ashamed of his pessimism and distrust. "I have read that book, and it suits you very well after making some modifications. If you like, you can try it, there is no pressure. "

Xiu Yu waited for a while and nodded, followed Zhang Jike out of the door.

05

Nothing happened all the way. Zhou Yu fell asleep halfway, and ZhangJike woke him up in a hurry at the end of the set.

ZhangJike's face was unprepared, and his aura was completely different from that when he spoke to him in the morning. He just wrote on his face, "Whoever stops will be killed". He put on sunglasses, took off his coat and said to Zhou Yu, "There are paparazzi here. Be careful yourself."

"Xiao Boer can't get up today. I sent you my phone number WeChat on his mobile phone. Call me if you need anything. "

Zhou Yu smiled and said goodbye to him, watched the car leave sight, and then began to worry about the license plate of "JK445". Even changing clothes won't change anything. My brother, singer Zhou, said silently.

When Xu Xin sent the information down, ZhangJike was going to laugh.

He sat in Grace Wai Wong's office, with a wide field of vision, and didn't have time to pay attention to the "no factual basis" that his assistant kept reporting. After all, he knows the truth best, but the paparazzi can't write it, and they can't get what they want. Seamless eggs can pry open a hole and buzz again.

"Probably for Xiaoyu," Wang Hao turned over a few pages of information, and the expression on her face gradually changed from dignified to playful. "Where did they dare to provoke you ... don't say thank you, ordinary people really can't take such good photos of you two."

He pointed to a photo in the car this morning, and ZhangJike looked down. In the photo, his hand seems to stick to Zhou Yu's neck. In fact, of course not, his eyes can gently drip water; Zhou Yu's big eyes looked at him intently, like a pair of lovers who are about to part.

"Hum," Zhang Jike snorted with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Light rain, like me, has its own pride. No matter what the facts are, he will worry about the influence and don't want to be accused of unfair means. When the time comes ... "

"It's impossible to be together anymore." ZhangJike breathed a sigh of relief, as if he knew Zhou Yu thoroughly, and almost sentenced himself to death first.

"The child is very good, smart, like you axis, more naive than you. Fat people are not like this. "

Wang Hao closed the stack of materials, got up and got an ice cream for ZhangJike.

"Don't worry, can anger solve the problem?"

He covered his eyes with the back of his hand and said wearily, "I have endured this day and finally let him know me." I don't want to lose him. "

"I like him." ZhangJike has a hoarse voice.

Wang Hao was in a trance, thinking of the old events that happened when ZhangJike just graduated from the Drama Academy.

At that time, ZhangJike, as a newcomer who emerged in the graduation drama, took a famous director's play with respect and admiration and joined the group, eager to show his talents through this play; But I didn't expect to be sexually harassed by the director. The other party thought he was beaten.

It is precisely because the director's coffee table is not small that things have become big. The other side almost let the Performing Arts Association remove ZhangJike from the list for this disgraceful reason. At that time, Wang Hao was still an actor and couldn't talk when he was not at the peak of power. Kong Huiling is the most popular. He has murdered countless movies and topics are everywhere. What saved his life was Kong Huiling, ZhangJike's brother, who had been active for less than half a month. The other party only said that he was temporarily banned.

At the end of the day, Zhang Jike, who was still a teenager, leaned on the sofa in Kong hotel room and said to them:

"Brother Shi, brother Hao, I like acting."

At this moment, Wang Hao sat down beside ZhangJike, raised his hand and patted his hand. He said:

"Apotheker, no one can destroy your love.

"You will keep what you like and what you cherish."

He said, his voice hoarse, "Ako, believe in yourself, you have grown up."

06

Zhou Yu stayed on the set all day. Except for a few shots, he has to make up. All the shots in 7788 have been finished. Sit in a chair on one side and get ready to eat something to comfort your empty stomach.

Before the lunch box was held steady, there was a familiar stabbing pain in my stomach. I was in a hurry to pour water and forgot to call an assistant. Someone handed me a glass of water, the temperature was moderate. He quickly thanked me and began to drink.

"Slow down, it's still a little hot." ZhangJike said.

Zhou Yu choked when he was distracted and coughed violently, which attracted a group of people to look here.

The crowd stirred up. After all, Zhou Yulai is diligent and quiet these days, which is the first time to make such a big noise. It doesn't matter at first glance, but it was ZhangJike who handed him water and paper towels.

"Wocao ZhangJiKe! ! ! God, I don't want to sleep today! "

"Oh my god, isn't he beautiful? Sure enough, it is right to enter this circle. "

"ZhangJike, why is he here?"

"Say hello in the past? What a good opportunity, how about a familiar face? "

Zhou Yu finally felt that he was living in reality.

Obviously, the impression of yesterday's light meal on his partner's blog has long since changed from "rich second generation" to "rich children!" It's so unrealistic, it's not the sparkling light that a little star like him can touch at all.

ZhangJike was unmoved, as if he had entered no man's land, raised his hand and turned his face: "What are you thinking?"

Zhou Yu let out a cry and realized that he had actually read it out. "No, Koko, why are you here?"

"I came to see you," Zhang Jike said with a smile. "I haven't seen you all day, and you didn't call me, so I came."

"If the mountain doesn't come, I will."

Zhou Yu gave him a complicated look, as if to say, "I don't understand what you are talking about. What a shame. Stop it. " He tried to read something strange from ZhangJike's red eyes, but there was no other emotion except sincere and cautious love.

Now ZhangJike's eyes are like that bear's candy can, and an overwhelming and almost lingering sweetness wraps him tightly.

His heart beat more violently, as if he had been electrocuted twice by "shy" Pikachu.

"I like you."

"I like you."

07

ZhangJike has been paying attention to Zhou Yu for a long time. As early as when he and Fang Bo were still at school.

At that time, he got off the scene, turned around and went to the school dormitory to see Fang Bo, and saw the little boy on the balcony wearing big headphones and sleeping with his eyes closed. The teenager is also a messy hair, and the outline of his eyebrows and eyes is immersed in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but it seems that he can't touch it. The sun shone through the treetops, leaving uneven shadows on the little boy.

He took a blanket from Fang Bohr's cupboard and covered the boy. Then the wind blew the flowers, and he reached out and caught a cherry blossom petal that should have fallen on the little boy's cheek.

Some feelings are hard for him to say clearly, because even if he knows that everything starts from this moment, it is difficult to write down the feelings at that moment word for word.

Go deeper and deeper.

08

I have a south wall in my heart.

Sunflowers are in full bloom.

The sun is shining.

Under the south wall, there is a him in the sun.

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