under the rose

Fu Xingyun dreamed of a long, long time ago. At that time, he had just left the orphanage and went to another city to start working hard. His first job was in a bar.It is said to be a resident singer, but I also help out in the back kitchen, and the occasional singing is just the background sound when the guests are drinking.

He was singing on stage, and as soon as Wen Shichuan opened the door and walked into the bar, he saw him.

19-year-old Wen Shichuan is tall and thin, with sharp features and half-length natural curly hair. He smiles half-smile when he looks at people, and always orders a glass of tequila.Fu Xingyun couldn't help but want to look at him, he played the wrong note on the guitar in his hand, and hurriedly left the stage.

He was still using his original name "Fu Xiaoyun" at that time. When he came out of the back kitchen after washing his hands, he saw that Shi Chuan was leaning against the bar counter. After finishing a glass of tequila, a hot-dressed beauty invited him Have another drink.Wen Shichuan was noncommittal, turned his empty glass upside down on the bar, scratched his hair, turned and left.

Fu Xingyun hid in the corner, and casually asked the bartender: "Who is he, he doesn't give face to beauties."

While washing the cups at the bar, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then smiled pointedly and said, "He doesn't like beautiful women, so if you buy a glass like this, he might be able to drink it."

Fu Xingyun pretended not to understand, and lowered his head to hide his hot face.

The first time I spoke to Wen Shichuan was in the alley behind the bar.Someone broke something in the back kitchen that day, but that person threw the pot on Fu Xingyun's head.Fu Xingyun was a newcomer, a sinner who didn't dare to speak up, so he was scolded for nothing.He has never been a fragile person, but he is also very strong. He kept apologizing and paid for it himself. When no one paid attention to him, he went out through the back door and sat on the steps.

"Who's there—"

Fu Xingyun was taken aback, and when the person approached, he realized that it was the one who always came to drink tequila. Fu Xingyun heard the bartender at the bar call him "Xiao Chuan".Fu Xingyun had just cried before, knowing that his face was not good-looking, he panicked, and unconsciously became fierce, and smoked fiercely, for fear that he would appear embarrassed and vulnerable.

In fact, that day was the first time he smoked a cigarette. After taking a puff of cigarette, he couldn't help coughing, but he tried his best to hold it back.Someone called his name in the back kitchen, and he quickly put out his cigarette and ran back without daring to turn his head.Later, they exchanged names in dimly lit corridors after shows and kissed in booths at bars.

Fu Xingyun always felt that he was a small boat tossing on the waves, and now he finally had an anchor.

The bloody night passed, and it was Wen Shichuan who woke up first in the morning.They didn't bother to draw the curtains at night, and the sun shone in in the morning, which was very dazzling and woke him up.The quilt only covered the waists of the two of them, and Wen Shichuan felt that his arms were numb from Fu Xingyun.

Fu Xingyun curled up in his arms, breathing steadily, like a hibernating animal.

"Om-"

Fu Xingyun's cell phone vibrated violently on the bedside table, he was woken up, frowning, turned over and reached for the cell phone, his eyes were still open, and he got connected irritably.

Xiao Jiang was on the other end of the phone: "Brother, are you awake? We have a flight back at [-]:[-] p.m. Do you want me to clean it up for you?"

Fu Xingyun suddenly woke up and realized that he was not wearing anything. He held the phone and lay on his side on the bed, and saw Wen Shichuan's back all at once.Wen Shichuan was lying on the bed, his back muscles were stretched, his head was tilted, his hair was messy covering half of his face, and his eyes were half-closed.

"No need," Fu Xingyun said hurriedly, "I'll just collect it myself, and I'll call you later."

Xiao Jiang asked: "By the way, did you see Director Wen? He didn't seem to come back last night. They went back on the same flight as us."

Fu Xingyun and the sleepy-eyed Wen Shichuan looked at each other, and replied vaguely: "I don't know."

He hung up the phone, and Wen Shichuan had turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, putting on his coat.Fu Xingyun hugged the quilt, and was a little dazed for a while, but after a while, Wen Shichuan got dressed, and the clothes that lay on the floor all night were a little wrinkled.Wen Shichuan scratched his hair indiscriminately, stood by the bed, didn't leave and didn't speak.

At this moment, Fu Xingyun felt that it was suitable to have a good morning kiss, but Wen Shichuan just said: "I'll go first."

Fu Xingyun took advantage of the situation and said, "Okay."

When Wen Shichuan left, he gently closed the door, and Fu Xingyun sat on the bed alone for a few minutes, then turned over, put on his clothes and packed his things.

The leading troops of the crew had already returned with their equipment, and only four or five of them were left behind. According to the way they came, trains and planes were added.Knowing that the production team was short of funds, Fu Xingyun paid out of his pocket for the flight back, and changed airlines and upgraded cabins for several people. He didn't know how many times more comfortable than when he came here.

During this period of time, Fu Xingyun has completely disappeared from the public eye.

Fans only know that he is filming, where he is filming, and when the filming will end. He doesn't know any of these, and he didn't say anything about it himself.The plane landed smoothly. This is the airport Fu Xingyun is most familiar with, spacious and bright.Over the past few months of shooting, the memories of that small southwest town seem to have suddenly become blurred, like a layer of cellophane.There will be a car to pick him up in a while, and he will return to his residence and start planning the announcement and itinerary for the next period of time.

He turned back into that half-red but not black Fu Xingyun.

A group of them stood there waiting for their luggage, and the turntable turned round and round, until Fu Xingyun felt sleepy.Everywhere in his body hurts, and his waist hurts the most. When he took a shower this morning, he found hickey marks all over his back, as well as finger marks on his thighs.He glanced at Wen Shichuan, and saw that Wen Shichuan was wearing a shirt rarely, with the sleeves rolled up only a little - in order to cover the bite marks and scratches left by Fu Xingyun on his arm.

But the gash on the lips couldn't be covered.The bitten place on Wen Shichuan's lower lip was still red and swollen, Fu Xingyun didn't dare to look at it, pretending that it had nothing to do with him, but the others kept watching, their faces hesitant to speak, but seeing Wen Shichuan's serious face I dare not ask again.

After the film is cut out, some media should be invited to show and will be sent to the exhibition. All subsequent announcements will have to be discussed again. It can’t be explained in a few words. When they get their luggage, they don’t have any stay Excuse, go out from the airport, the experience of the past few months, especially what happened last night, is temporarily sealed, and when it restarts next time, I don't know what the situation will be.

The checked luggage finally came out, and everyone else breathed a sigh of relief, but Fu Xingyun couldn't relax.

He said to Xiao Jiang: "You wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom."

Fu Xingyun hurriedly went to the bathroom, and when he came out of the cubicle, Wen Shichuan also stood by the sink and washed his hands.There were only the two of them in the bathroom, and for a while, only the sound of running water could be heard.

Fu Xingyun bent down and washed his hands, and suddenly said, "What do you think?"

Wen Shichuan was wiping his hands, looked at the cut on his lower lip in the mirror, and replied, "What do you think?"

Fu Xingyun shook his hands irritably, trying to keep his tone unremarkable, as if they were not discussing last night's bed affairs, but last night's dinner.

"Just last night," he whispered, "I didn't know you"

Fu Xingyun nervously took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, he couldn't organize his thoughts, and couldn't speak properly.It's really absurd. It's not uncommon for an old lover to resurface, but they didn't agree with each other. He didn't know what Wen Shichuan was thinking, he didn't even know what he was thinking, so he just fell into it in a daze bed once.

Wen Shichuan also thought a lot.

After six years, the two met again.Time will take away a lot and change a lot, but when we met again, Wen Shichuan still didn't hold back and handed Fu Xingyun a handkerchief.On the one hand, he always reminds himself that times have changed, and on the other hand, he can't help but cross the boundary.

Last night was the long-planned indulgence of the two of them since their reunion, Wen Shichuan thought.

He stretched out his hand to gently pinch Fu Xingyun's chin, and asked Fu Xingyun to raise his head, so that they could look into each other's eyes and know each other's truest thoughts at the moment.Fu Xingyun's eyes were filled with nervousness and anticipation, loss and longing.It's like this every time, whenever they look at each other, there are only two of them left in the whole space.

Fu Xingyun said anxiously: "How is it?"

Wen Shichuan didn't know what he wanted to say at this time, he opened his mouth: "I"

Suddenly, someone opened the door from the bathroom and came in. Fu Xingyun was so frightened that he subconsciously brushed away Wen Shichuan's hand, took out the sunglasses hanging on the collar of his clothes, and walked out while wearing them.

Before leaving, he whispered, "I'll talk about it later."

He brushed past passers-by who came in, and left in a hurry, without seeing Wen Shichuan behind him, his hand stopped at the position where it was brushed away, and then retracted after a pause, when he closed his eyes and opened them again, there was a gleam in his eyes. Love is hidden again.

The author says:

Teacher Fu: No idea!It was I who fell in love with you first!