Flame Covers the Sky[Entertainment]

During the rush hour, the subway station is bustling with people, and the faces of pedestrians are numb, like sardines boiled in boiling water, squeezed by the life of the metropolis.

Yan Zixiao was surrounded by people on the front, back, left, and right sides. He moved with difficulty, and was almost pushed into the carriage. When the subway moved forward, he realized that he was already dripping with sweat.

There were two girls in school uniform standing beside Yan Zixiao, they were happily discussing something, Yan Zixiao heard one of the girls say:

"Wow, the weather in Lhasa today is light snow, the lowest temperature is minus 15 degrees."

Yan Zixiao's body trembled, and his gaze moved uncontrollably to the two girls.Sure enough, as he subconsciously guessed, he heard a girl mention a name that made him instantly alert and repelled.

"I can't bear to part with every day."

"That is, do you think my husband can live there? The crew's conditions are tough."

"Since tearing up the black fans, his Weibo hasn't been updated..."

"I followed the Weibo of the director of "I Am a Murderer". It seems that every day the altitude sickness is very severe. I am sick and have a fever of 39 degrees..."

"Ahhh, my heart hurts so much. Ever since my husband took over this shit show, he has been scolded by netizens, ridiculed by his peers, and now he is going to live in that damn place in Tibet... Ahhh, this shit show is not as good as it is. It's enough for Ji Chenxi's facial paralysis..."

"I heard that it takes 20 days to shoot in Tibet, and there is still a week!!!"

"..."

Yan Zixiao's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his eyelids, his long black eyelashes covered the complicated emotions in his pupils.

On the night of Valentine's Day, he and Xing Tian were like two indefatigable and self-disciplined beasts, eagerly demanding and crazily making peace, as if they wanted to drain each other's flesh and blood, exposing the inner heart to the dirty reality, and then using He bit his teeth half down, engraved his name on the bloody wound, and left fingerprints and incomplete love.

It seems that only with such extreme cruelty can they remember each other's body temperature, heartbeat, and smile, and they will not forget every trace of sweetness and every thorn all over their chests...

They did it for a long, long time, from night to day, from dusk to dawn, even the clock could not judge, and finally the body of the beautiful man trembled, curled up on his chest, and fell into a deep sleep.

Not long after, Xing Tian went to Tibet to film a movie. His life was as usual, and it was better than expected.

They contacted by phone, his reaction was lukewarm, and the greetings were all polite, Xing Tian didn't get angry, he hid his emotions very well, maybe even more wonderful than when he was filming.

For example, now, when the phone rang at an untimely time, Yan Zixiao sneered coldly.

"Where is it? It's so noisy?" The bass voice of the phone receiver was hoarse, but it was always born with arrogance and arrogance.

"subway."

"Ahem, where's the car?"

"Going to fix it." Yan Zixiao smiled disgustedly: "Your people have already reported my actions."

"You have been good lately, I have withdrawn the person."

"Oh, then I have to thank you."

"You're welcome." Xing Tian changed the subject: "The weather in Lhasa is bad."

"The conditions on the plateau are harsh."

"We eat box lunches every day, and the water can't be boiled."

"The boiling point of water is different when the air pressure is different."

"When will the car be repaired?"

"soon."

The two talked to each other in a polite manner, Yan Zixiao felt that they were like two idiots with mental retardation.

Finally, it was Xing Tian who couldn't bear it again, and said in a charitable tone: "Yan Zixiao, I miss you."

Yan Zixiao glanced at the two "sweethearts" with worried expressions beside her, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be hypocritical, it's disgusting."

"I really miss you and want to fuck|you." Still in a superior tone: "Fuck until you don't feel sick."

"Fuck|Your uncle." Maybe he was disturbed by Xing Tian's two little fans just now, Yan Zixiao couldn't hold back this time, and uttered the swear words he had held back for a long time.The two girls cast surprised and contemptuous glances at him.

Xing Tian seemed to have sensed what was on his mind, and suddenly said with a smile: "Call me, are you comfortable?"

Because of Xing Tian's fans, Yan Zixiao quickly curbed his anger, and said coldly: "I'm on the subway, I'm dead."

When the subway arrives at the station, the speed is gradually slowing down. Outside the long windows on both sides, there are bright lights, all of which are mobile phone advertisements endorsed by Xing Tian.

The two fans said again: "Tiantian is quite careless. After endorsement of a domestic mobile phone, I have been using this brand of mobile phone. I had to let my mother use my kidney 7, and took her xx to use it myself... ..."

"Me too. Luckily, my mother is also a fan of the brain every day. During the New Year shopping mall, she bought me another XXX. It's not expensive, and it's quite easy to use."

The Xing Tian Yan Zixiao in the fan talk is strange and familiar, although he can think about it, but he doesn't feel it when he hears it——

He should have done so.

******

Yan Zixiao rushed to the kindergarten, leaving Lele alone, sitting in a corner of the classroom and drawing.

"Son, Dad is late, sorry." Yan Zixiao panted.It took too much time to squeeze the subway, and he ran all the way for the rest of the way.

"Dad, it's okay." The child said sensiblely.

"I'm afraid it's too late to go home and cook. What do you want to eat today? Let's eat outside."

"Dad, if I want to eat, I will..."

"Fried chicken and hamburgers are not nutritious, let's go to drink medicinal porridge."

"casual."

"What did the teacher teach today?" Yan Zixiao waited for the child to pack his schoolbag, took his little hand, and left the classroom together.

"Well, Teacher Liu taught us paper-cutting, and Teacher Song taught us a nursery rhyme called "Little Swallow"..."

"Do you remember how to sing it?"

"remember."

"Sing to Dad?"

"Little Swallow, wearing a floral dress, comes here every spring..."

"Haha, not bad, sing it to Dad again."

"I asked Yanzi why you came, and Yanzi said, the spring here is the most beautiful—"

Along the way, the father and son laughed and laughed, spending this ordinary and beautiful day.

Although the bus is full of seats, it is much more comfortable than the subway, at least there are no people standing in the aisle.

The mobile TV is playing an advertisement, and a children's clothing advertisement makes Yan Zixiao frown—Xing Tian took his son to secretly film the advertisement, and he took the initiative to confess during the Chinese New Year, and showed him the video clips. Yan Zixiao felt awkward about showing off his son.

During the few days when he was drugged by Xing Tianxia, ​​Yan Zixiao didn't dare to ask how to deal with the child's eating, drinking and lassing. He was afraid that if he asked, the child would pretend to know nothing and smile innocently.For example, during this period of time, the child didn't mention Xing Tian in front of him.

After the fancy advertisement ended, Yan Zixiao decided to confess to the child.

"Cheng'er?" Yan Zixiao called out in a low voice.

"What's the matter, Dad, do you still want me to give you nursery rhymes?"

"Smart ghost, Dad has something to tell you—" Yan Zixiao tapped the child's forehead with a calm expression.

"Ms. Liu said that you can't make loud noises in public places."

"Xing Tian and I broke up." Yan Zixiao's voice was lower than before, almost a whisper.

The child is silent, don't start.

"What's wrong?" Yan Zixiao asked anxiously.

What responded to him was the child's slightly shrugged shoulders, and Yan Zixiao hurriedly looked at the child's face—the child was crying silently with tears streaming down his face.

Yan Zixiao's heart throbbed and he smiled bitterly.

Yan Sheng's children's clothing advertisement was repeatedly played on TV, and the passengers' attention was attracted, and no one failed to notice the heartbroken father and son.

"You, cry if you want to cry, you're useless." Yan Zixiao clenched her fists tightly.

"Dad... I'm not feeling well..." The child still didn't know how to write the word sad.

"why?"

"I thought Uncle Xing Tian was going to marry you, he gave you a ring..."

"Oh, Dad lost the ring a long time ago."

Arriving at an unknown station, Yan Zixiao took her son off.

"Silly son, you don't think that Xing Tian is sorry for Dad, you underestimate Dad." Yan Zixiao laughed: "Dad is so charming, I dumped him!"

Under the half-bright and half-dark streetlights, Yan Cheng's sobs gradually became smaller.

Yan Zixiao half knelt on the ground, patted himself on the shoulder: "Come up, I'll carry you on my back."

The child lay wearily on his father's shoulders.

"Dad Xing Tian chased after all the time. Dad didn't like him, so he dumped him."

"You lied to me……"

Yan Zixiao said disappointedly: "Cheng'er, this world will never be as we wish. If we can afford it, we must let it go. What we have encountered right now is nothing serious, and the future is worth looking forward to."

"Dad... I don't understand what you said..."

"Dad doesn't need you to understand, if you want to contact Xing Tian, ​​I won't stop you."

"No, don't contact him, he is too bad." The child was sad and angry.

"Shall we... move?"

"move place?"

"Well, but Dad doesn't have much savings, so he can't buy a house with too good conditions."

"It's okay, I will always be with Dad!"

"...Cheng'er, sing "Little Swallow" again?"

"Little Swallow, wearing a floral dress, comes here every spring..."

"Baby Sheng'er."

"Well, Dad."

"You are Daddy's little swallow, and Daddy hopes that you will be happy every day."

No amount of trouble or sorrow can be diluted by unpretentious family affection.The child sniffed and hugged his father's broad and warm shoulders tightly.

******

In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend, the kindergarten organized an outing, Yan Zixiao took a taxi to send his son to the meeting place, and then contacted several real estate agencies to see the house.

In recent years, housing prices in City S have skyrocketed. Yan Zixiao has seen several houses, not to mention the conditions of the houses themselves, the price alone is outrageously expensive.

Yan Zixiao has a small second-hand house, even if he sells it to buy a new house, the difference in price is enough for Yan Zixiao to pay a ten-year mortgage.

Yan Zixiao's salary is high, but he and his son can support him and his son with one salary, and he has to save his son's high school fees, tuition fees, etc., and his income and expenditure are even. He has almost no extra spare money for the house.

Yan Zixiao can only reduce the expected area of ​​the house, but the small apartment is too "delicate", most of them have one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. inconvenient.

Yan Zixiao looked at the houses all day, didn't eat lunch, and didn't choose a suitable house.

In the afternoon, the man walked out of the agency tiredly and received a strange call.

"Hello? Yan Zixiao."

"Mr. Yan, hello." The polite and respectful tone reminded Yan Zixiao of the traffic accident that happened a few days ago.

"Is my car fixed?" Yan Zixiao asked tentatively.In the past two days, he was busy looking for a house and did not rush the other party.

"It's fixed, we'll send it to your home in person."

"Don't bother," Yan Zixiao wrapped her forearm around her shoulders a few times to relieve her fatigue: "Where is it, I'll get it myself."

"Hehe, the key is with our boss."

"Your boss?" Inexplicable.

"Exactly. The boss wants to invite Mr. Yan to dinner. I wonder if Mr. Yan will do me a favor?"

"Thank you, I have something to do."

"Sir, we crashed your car and caused you inconvenience. Our boss wants to express his apology in person."

Yan Zixiao suddenly wanted to find out the person on the phone and teach him not to beat around the bush and speak normal human language.