Be careful

On his way to the Film Academy, Pu Li wondered how to hide his emotional changes after seeing Zhong Xinyang.

However, he didn't show up.

Zhong Xinyang didn't come here every day to listen to Wang Hao's lectures, and he had recently accepted a new script, so he should be very busy.

In the evening, Populus went home alone, went around the path to the fruit shop he frequented, bought a big watermelon, and carried it upstairs slowly.

The place he is renting now is almost at the junction of the old and new urban areas of the city.Although they live in high-rise buildings, as long as they go up to the rooftop and look down, a road looks like a rift valley, splitting the city into two completely different scenes.

Populus turned the lock and opened the door, and someone behind him yelled softly.

"Hi!"

Populus turned around, the sensor light in the corridor went off and on again.

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time, and you arranged the small rooftop next to it? It's so warm."

Pushing the corner of his mouth, Poplar smiled, he didn't expect Zhong Xinyang to find this place.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and I didn't reply to your message. I went to the company to see the director today. I met Brother Feng, so I asked him for your address." Zhong Xinyang said, stepped forward, and hugged him from the arms of Pu Oak. Take the watermelon so that he can concentrate on opening the door.

Zhong Xinyang still smiled kindly like when they first met, and it was impossible for anyone to refuse.Pushing open the door, Poplar turned on the light at home, and invited Zhong Xinyang into the room.

The two of them met their eyes and smiled at the same time, as naturally as they did when talking about scripts, eating, and swimming together.However, Popecus understands that this "nature" is like breathing, the more you pay attention to it, the more you will be inexplicably at a loss.

The house that Populus lived in was two bedrooms and one living room, and there was nothing in it when I rented it through an intermediary.Populus ordered furniture in a minimalist style, without decorations, making the place appear large and empty.

Zhong Xinyang put the watermelon on the open kitchen countertop, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the high stool next to it.

Populus opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of water and handed it over: "Sit on the sofa, what are you doing here?"

Zhong Xinyang stared at the watermelon, licked his lips, and put the water aside.

Populus went to the sink to wash the watermelons, and the two of them were so close that he could smell the perfume Zhong Xinyang had sprayed on today, which was the same perfume that he used in the bathroom that day.

"You use Chanel N°5?" Poplar asked casually.

"Well," Zhong Xinyang leaned forward, rubbed the arm of the poplar oak, and took a stainless steel spoon from the box in front of the sink, "You can just cut it, I like to dig and eat."

"Okay," Pu Yue took out the long knife, cut it in half, pushed half to Zhong Xinyang, turned around and took a spoon, and asked about something else, "Is your meeting with the director going well today?"

Populus jokingly took a bite of the watermelon, and the tip of the tongue was cool and sweet.

"Well," Zhong Xinyang smiled, his lips were watermelon red, "Andrew has a very individual character, the first impression is good, and today is generally going well, but I don't really want to talk about it right now."

Pu Yue glanced at Zhong Xinyang, sat down too, and asked with a smile: "Then what do you want to talk about?"

"The topic just now."

"Just now," Poplar frowned, pointing to the half watermelon in his bosom, "this?"

Zhong Xinyang laughed, and tugged at his clothes with his free hand: "I mean perfume."

"Oh," Populus nodded, and said, "Before I debuted, I worked as a part-time model. I had a lot of contact with watches and perfumes, so I smelled it immediately."

Zhong Xinyang smiled and asked: "Then what do you think, is it strange for boys to wear this type of perfume?"

Populus suddenly realized, and was surprised that his reaction was half a beat slower: "Fortunately, there are many girls wearing men's perfume now. It's just fragrance, so there's nothing strange about it."

Zhong Xinyang frowned, stared at Poplar for a long while, and then laughed out loud: "You were the one that day, right?"

"Huh?" Pu Li looked back at Zhong Xinyang.

"That's the person who bumped into Xinghe's bathroom that day. It should be you, right?" Zhong Xinyang stared into Pu Yue's eyes, and the tone of his question was far from the embarrassment he had when he fled in a hurry that day.

"You recognized it a long time ago?" Poplar asked.

"Well," Zhong Xinyang had a faint thoughtful look on his brows, and then he relaxed again, "Well, I caught a glimpse of you in the mirror that day in a hurry. Who made our family have a MAXIMUM fan? A person's appearance is basically engraved in my mind."

Populus laughed far-fetchedly: "Sorry, I was in a hurry to urinate that day, and I didn't expect to meet those."

"It's okay, it's because we made mistakes in that place first." Zhong Xinyang put down the spoon, patted Poplar's upper arm, and said it shouldn't matter, "During this time, I always want to find a chance Bring it up, but I'm not sure if you really recognized me. If I didn't, I'd be like you confessing that you played with an old man in the toilet. It would look crazy, wouldn't it? "

"So," the hand that was holding the watermelon, the thumbnails of Poplar's fingernails fell down and unconsciously picked the skin of the watermelon, "You are..."

"Well, I'm gay. I don't think it's necessary to talk nonsense in front of you, because we are the same kind of people." Zhong Xinyang blinked his eyes after speaking, leaned forward, and smiled brightly.

"We, you mean you, not me..."

"Isn't it?" Zhong Xinyang pushed the watermelon away completely, and went to grab the arm of Poplar.

Poplar got up and pretended to fetch mineral water.

"I see people very accurately," Zhong Xinyang's voice lost the smile, and when Pu Li went to see him, he found a seriousness that he rarely saw before, "These days, you hide and don't participate in training, and you don't reply to my messages , which further validated my guess."

"It's not that I don't reply to you, it's that I haven't replied to all the messages, there are too many, I can't come back."

"Yeah, you are in love, no one wants to talk to you, it just proves that you are also the same kind."

"I..." A little secret that had been carefully concealed was dug out like this, and the sense of helplessness that had been exposed to the broad daylight immediately enveloped Populus from all directions.

"I can help you analyze it more clearly." Zhong Xinyang closed his eyes slightly, raised his eyebrows, took a deep breath, pursed his lips into one word, and seemed to be thinking carefully, "My attitude towards Mu Chi at that dinner, Let you be exposed all at once. Your impatience and restlessness perfectly interpret all the emotions of a boy who has a crush on him."

Zhong Xinyang continued: "These days you are hiding, the physical illness is fake, but the mental illness is real."

Populus did not refute, but got up and sat on the side of the sofa, with his arms on the armrest, facing Zhong Xinyang two meters away in a defensive posture.

Zhong Xinyang got up, walked slowly, and said nonchalantly while visiting Pu Li's small home: "I also took the time to think about it these few days. Pu Li, you really care about this person, but from a gay perspective Look, it’s clear that you like it if you care about it. Even chewing onion slices is expressionless, and the way you frown your eyebrows is so cute. You must have felt very uncomfortable at that time, thinking, is the boy opposite Mu Chi messing around in the toilet? Alas, it must be him, it must be the two of them. That expression is painful and miserable. But is the person you care about, like, and entangled with, Mu Chi or me?"

Zhong Xinyang turned around and sat on the same sofa with Poplar.

There was a seat between them, Zhong Xinyang raised his hand and lightly touched Poplar's arm with the back of his hand.

"No." Pushkin instinctively denied.For so many years, no matter who it is, as long as the topic of feelings is mentioned, his first reaction is to refuse and deny.

"But I don't want to think about those anymore. I just want to ask you," Zhong Xinyang moved a little closer to Pope's side, feeling hot, "Did you have a good time this month after we met?"

Poplar felt his cheeks became stiff and his body tensed.He admitted that since the disbandment of MAXIMUM, he met Zhong Xinyang for more than a month, which made him gradually return to his former happiness.

With Zhong Xinyang, he seems to have returned to the state that a boy of this age should have. He can let go of all guards and chat with this person about his likes and troubles, and talk about things that cannot be said to MAXIMUM's work partners, things that cannot be said to his assistant brother Feng Rui , can't talk to Fei Yiming who always bluffs and doesn't take anything to heart.

"Happy." Populus had to admit.

"That's right," Zhong Xinyang seemed to have gotten some kind of permission, and moved closer, turned his head to look at the Poplar seriously, and raised his hand to wrestle the ground of the Poplar, forcing him to look at himself, "Then it's none of other people's business." What's up."

Populus broke free, raised his hand to block between the two, and smiled awkwardly: "What are you going to do?"

"Listen to me," Zhong Xinyang said as he got up and began to untie the belt on his jeans. After thinking about the sound of crackling copper buttons, Zhong Xinyang pulled down his pants. A more frightening yellow-purple color, "None of the old men is a good thing. I would rather like a dog than use my feelings on them."

"This..." Populus took a breath, and quickly turned his head to the side, "What are you doing?"

"These scars are all made by him. Every time he makes a piece, he says 'I love you'. He likes to play, and I play with him. In the end, I found out that I am just a toy, and I happen to have a toy as a toy. conscious."

The poplar's head roared, and his eyes were tightly closed.

And Zhong Xinyang's voice is still in my ears: "You can like anyone, and it's no big deal for a man to be with a man. But from my experience and lessons, Lizi, don't like old men, especially those who are rich and have a career. Old man. You can't play them."

Populus took a deep breath, pulled Zhong Xinyang to sit down, and bowed to help him pull up his jeans, feeling pity spontaneously.

"I'm sorry." Pope didn't know why he wanted to apologize, but he really wanted to say this right now.

Zhong Xinyang put on his trousers again, looked at Pope Oak again, a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Chestnut," Zhong Xinyang said, "I like to call you that, it feels sweet and glutinous."

Pu Li no longer has the energy to guess what the injury on Zhong Xinyang's body has to do with the "old man", and he is even less willing to touch the guess that "the old man is Mu Chi".

"Why don't we be together," Zhong Xinyang sighed, "I really want to have a pure love, with someone who can give me a little warmth. Just like this past month, when we were together Happy, carefree, as if there is hope for the future."

As Zhong Xinyang said, he put his fingers on the top of Poplar's leg.

Pali's thighs felt numb for a while, and an unspeakable uneasiness made him pinch Zhong Xinyang's fingers: "Xinyang, don't do this."

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