under the rose

four years ago.

Fu Xingyun accepted the script that Meng Qing had carefully selected for him. It was a light-hearted romantic comedy on campus. After the TV series was broadcast, he became an instant hit.For a while, his discussion was extremely high, and a set of still photos of him spread widely.He was wearing a large white school uniform shirt and sitting on the horizontal bar, his tie was untied and hanging loosely at his neckline. The wind filled his clothes and brushed the ends of his hair. There was a smile on his mouth, but his eyes showed a little confusion and bewilderment.

As he wished, he became red.

After becoming popular, Fu Xingyun was so busy that he had endless commercial magazines, endless shows, and endless alternative scripts.After several months, Fu Xingyun squeezed out a little time and gave himself a vacation. The vacation was only half a day, about five hours.

Fu Xingyun lied to Meng Qing on the phone. He said that he wanted to catch up on a good sleep and sleep for five hours, but in fact he secretly bought a plane ticket and went through the security check to board the plane as soon as he hung up the phone.

When he was separated from Wen Shichuan, he took a sleeper bus that could stay overnight. It bumped all day and all night.He didn't feel sleepy at all, looking at the chaotic night outside, seeing the rain hitting the glass, leaving traces like tears.

But it was different now. He was sitting in the first-class cabin, and he could relax and stretch his long legs comfortably. The young stewardess serving him kept sneaking glances at his face.He took off his sunglasses, put his index finger on his lips and gave a "hush".

"I'm going on vacation, can I not tell others?"

The stewardess was obviously his fan, she looked at him with a good eye, and nodded sharply with a blushing face.

Fu Xingyun smiled and winked at her, put on his sunglasses again, leaned on the back of the chair, pretended to sleep, but was actually staring at the cotton-like clouds outside the window in a daze.

He didn't know why he had to take this trip, he had already made an oath, didn't he?

After he became popular, he looked at Wen Shichuan again and he was a pig.

This time it can be said that he is rushing to be a pig.

Fu Xingyun got off the plane in a complicated mood.The airport is near the sea, and the air has that salty smell, and the air is sticky and damp, which is very familiar to him.Fu Xingyun put on his hat and sunglasses. Fortunately, it was a sunny and hot day, so this outfit would not look obtrusive when walking on the street.

After leaving the airport, Fu Xingyun raised his hand to hail a taxi, and reported the address he knew by heart.

The driver drove him to the entrance of the narrow alley, but the car couldn't get in, so Fu Xingyun got out of the car and walked in.In broad daylight, the roadside barbecue and beer stalls were still closed, and the bamboo skewers left over from last night were thrown all over the floor.Fu Xingyun frowned, because the dirty water on the side of the road stained his white sneakers.

He walked straight along the road and found that this small alley was both unfamiliar and familiar. The house he rented with Wen Shichuan was at the end of this alley, on the basement floor of the old building.

Turning a corner, Fu Xingyun stopped abruptly, he saw Wen Shichuan.

Just at the roadside at the entrance of the corridor, Wen Shichuan was squatting and smoking.Fu Xingyun was suddenly a little nervous, almost like a coward of nostalgia, he just stood like this, through the sunglasses, all the scenery and people he saw were black and white, only Wen Shichuan had color.

He was squatting, with his hands extended on his knees, a half-burned cigarette between his fingers, and his expression could not be seen clearly.He was wearing a dark gray sleeveless t-shirt. From Fu Xingyun's perspective, he could see the tattoo on the inside of his arm. It was a sound ripple, which belonged to Fu Xingyun.

Fu Xingyun took a step hesitantly.

Suddenly, another man came out from behind Wen Shichuan, young, tall and handsome, he leaned on Wen Shichuan from behind with an intimate attitude.The cigarette in Wen Shichuan's hand fell to the ground, and impatiently pulled the man on his back away.The boy was like a melted marshmallow, boneless, to smell the death river.

Fu Xingyun's pupils contracted suddenly, and he stared intently, seeing that Wen Shichuan's hand that was about to pull away was stopped, and the hand landed on the back of the boy's neck, with his thumb resting on the side of the neck - this was the old boy's hand. The old habit when they kissed.

He fled along the alley, all the way back to the airport, and took the nearest plane he could buy to go back.

Going back to find Wen Shichuan, whether it's an unforgettable old relationship, or boasting of his instant fame, Fu Xingyun has imagined many outcomes, they may rekindle their old relationship**, or they may have a big fight with cynicism, but He didn't expect the result to be like this.

No one is obliged to wait for you in place, Fu Xingyun thought calmly.

At this moment, at this moment, Fu Xingyun was in this dark, narrow, musty-smelling utility room, and suddenly remembered that the young, tall and handsome boy four years ago was Chen Xin.Although it was only once, but once he remembered it, Fu Xingyun found that he remembered it firmly.

Sure enough, there is no gratuitous hatred in this world.

Wen Shichuan was silent, looking at Fu Xingyun who was gasping for breath with wide eyes, he raised his hand and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, the smell of Fu Xingyun still remained on his lips.Wen Shichuan thought that Fu Xingyun pushed him away because he was afraid of being discovered, he turned his head, listened to the movement outside, and said, "There seems to be no one outside."

Fu Xingyun lowered his head and agreed casually. He wanted to leave, but the tall and tall Wen Shichuan blocked the small door of the utility room tightly.

"Can you give in?" Fu Xingyun asked.

Wen Shichuan pressed the tip of his tongue against the inside of his mouth, and the tip of his tongue felt a little tingling, probably because he was bitten by Fu Xingyun during the kiss just now.Obviously when kissing, the lips and tongue are passionate, but the words spoken at this time are cold, like ice and snow in the cold winter months.

Wen Shichuan turned sideways to make way, Fu Xingyun was about to walk with his head down, the space was so narrow that there was almost no room to turn around, their chests were pressed against their chests, and they breathed each other.

"I read a script today," Wen Shichuan said suddenly.

Fu Xingyun looked up: "What?"

Wen Shichuan looked at his eyes shaped like peach petals, and his rosy lips after the kiss.Wen Shichuan said in a low voice: "That script is very good, I plan to shoot it next time, if you are interested, I can send it to you for a look."

Fu Xingyun's eyes widened in disbelief.

Wen Shichuan smelled Fu Xingyun's perfume on his nose, it was very light and clean, as if he was about to slip away if he didn't pay attention.

"If you"

Fu Xingyun's eyes widened and he quickly interrupted him: "Are you pitying me?"

Wen Shichuan didn't know why Fu Xingyun's mind turned to this corner, he frowned, and argued: "No, I"

Without waiting for him to continue, Fu Xingyun quickly unscrewed the door of the utility room, rushed out like a ball of burning fire, and slammed the door hard with his backhand, the door almost hit Wen Shichuan who couldn't dodge in time on the nose.

The author says:

I feel that Xiao Fu is very pretentious, this is the first time I write this type of protagonist, I feel uneasy...