Don't Wait for Your Boyfriend in the Crematorium

Ripe cherries are bright red, round and plump, with a beautiful shape. After being wet, they are stained with water droplets, adding a new layer of reflection to make them more transparent and attractive. Not obvious.

Ren Shuhan bit it open lightly, and tasted the sweet juice. Pressing the edge with his fingers, he sucked it all into his mouth without missing a drop.

The taste of the pulp is even more addictive. It should be said to be soft, but there is a hint of strength. After licking it all with the tip of the tongue, it is as warm as melting, and more juice is produced, which is endless aftertaste.

"Hmm...Master."

Jiang Qingyue was a little unsteady, had difficulty breathing, and turned her head slightly.

Although it was delicious, the young master fed it too fast and couldn't eat it anymore.

"Am I too anxious?" Ren Shuhan looked at him like he was staring at prey, and stroked his side face, because the hand felt too comfortable, he was reluctant to let go, his movements were gentle, but his tone was stern, "But the filming The time can’t just stop at this level.”

"I'm sorry." Jiang Qingyue said in embarrassment, but he gently held her chin and forced her to raise her head.

"Don't apologize," Ren Shuhan rubbed the tip of his nose with him, "You have done a good job, good boy, do it again."

His words made Jiang Qingyue blush, but she was tempted to open her lips again.

First bite a small mouth, and use the tip of the tongue to firmly hold the flesh inside, so that the poor little cherry can't escape in the mouth, and then use the lips to continuously suck the whole hot fruit...

Like an addiction, the two ate by the stairs for a long time. In the end, Jiang Qingyue was tired and slid down unconsciously. From sitting on the carpet to almost lying on his back on the carpet, with his elbows propped up on the stairs, He tilted his head, almost lying on his side.

Ren Shuhan was half-supporting him, with his left hand behind his waist to prevent him from being caught by the steps, and his right hand held his armpit, lifting his body upwards.

"No, um... don't want it anymore..." This is the first time Jiang Qingyue said such a clear objection from his young master, but now he really can't stand it, I'm afraid he will be ugly if he eats it again, "Master, don't It's... um..."

Ren Shuhan regretfully took one last bite, wiped off the juice from Jiang Qingyue's lips with his fingers, put it in his own mouth and sucked it away.

"So sweet."

Jiang Qingyue watched Ren Shuhan's movements, her eyes were blank for a while, and then she realized what he said and did, so suddenly she covered the lower half of her face with her right hand, and bent her knees together.

Ren Shuhan had no choice but to put his hands under his armpits, got up like a cat, and lifted him up.

Jiang Qingyue: "?"

Ren Shuhan put him on a step and stood up so that he could be at eye level with him, and asked seriously: "Are you sure you don't want it?"

Jiang Qingyue hesitated for a moment, but was actually a little loose: "Then...well!"

After this time, Jiang Qingyue completely softened, her cheeks were flushed, she was hugged by Ren Shuhan, and she kept sniffing the hair on the side of her neck like sucking a cat, but she was powerless to resist.

"Master..." He was weak and looked very pitiful, "Is it alright?"

Ren Shuhan rubbed against his long hair, and said in a muffled voice, "Why are you so sweet and so fragrant? Do you use perfume?"

"No," Jiang Qingyue tried her best to raise her tight arms, touched the back of the young master's head, and said softly, "I use the same shampoo as the young master."

Only then did Ren Shuhan let go of him, rubbed his thumb against his lips twice, and asked, "You won't enter the entertainment industry in the future, will you?"

Jiang Qingyue was stunned for a while: "I have no such plan for the time being."

Ren Shuhan nodded in satisfaction: "Don't practice with others, understand?"

Jiang Qingyue: "..."

If it wasn't for liking the young master, who would be used to such a wayward person... Jiang Qingyue smiled helplessly.

"Others will plot against you," Ren Shuhan dissatisfied with his perfunctory, frowned sharply, "You know?"

"Well," Jiang Qingyue nodded obediently, and went back to the room, "Good night, young master."

"Wait," Ren Shuhan pushed him against the wall in front of the door, and kissed him again, "Can you continue practicing for you tomorrow night?"

Jiang Qingyue: "...Okay, thank you, young master."

Ren Shuhan watched him close the door, and touched the back of his head on the way back to the house. It was touched by Jiang Qingyue's cool fingertips, but now it was hot.

In the next few days, the drama was not lukewarm, as light as water, and there was no harmonious scene at all, but even if Ren Shuhan lived in the crew, he would go to Jiang Qingyue's room every night to find him "practice" "Acting skills, determined to hone his kissing skills to perfection, and his movements became more and more presumptuous, and even the bed sheets were crumpled up a few times when he left.

Ren Shuhan himself felt that it was not suitable, but he would be a fool not to take advantage of it. Finally, when it was almost time for another kiss scene, he said sternly: "Perform yourself better today, try to do it once, don't Let practice go to waste."

Jiang Qingyue: "...um."

Believe in your evil.

The movie was almost halfway through, and the relationship between the two male protagonists made a little progress. Director Chen said that this is called slow work and careful work, which is what literary films are like. You don’t understand. After reading the script, Jiang Qingyue said that I don't understand, when I was in school, campus life wasn't so ordinary, was it?

"Why not plain?" Shen Xinghe asked gossipingly, "Is it because of the cold god?"

"Not only that," Gu Qingmeng said, "Assistant Jiang stands out from the crowd in school, right? You used to have long hair, and the teacher didn't care?"

Jiang Qingyue nodded shyly: "The school I study doesn't care about clothing and hairstyles. Many male students will grow long hair and cut it off to donate to those who need wigs."

Everyone looked at Ren Shuhan thoughtfully: Oh, the god of cold sent money.

When Jiang Qingyue had to cut her hair when she entered elementary school, Jiang Qingyue almost cried. Ren Shuhan wrote down this little thing, and every time he went to a school, he made a gift for the students in this school who yearned for freedom and the groups in society who needed wigs. Contribute, take this charity organization with you wherever you go.

Jiang Qingyue's hair can also be cut, but he cuts it from waist to shoulder, leaving enough length for a ponytail every time.

"That's why Hanshen is more outstanding?" Shen Xinghe prefers people like Ren Shuhan who can exercise, "I remember saying that Hanshen has been the monitor since he was a child, and he has broken many school sports records. He is good at studying and exercising. Well, is it that strong?"

"Being a class monitor depends on popularity. I only have good grades in elementary school, but I may not be good at university." Ren Shuhan patted Jiang Qingyue on the shoulder and said, "Since she entered junior high school, Qingyue has always been the first in her grade and has never changed. .”

The primary school they went to was a noble school, because they valued early education, what Ren Shuhan learned before going to school was rigidly stipulated by his family, and they were all to be learned after entering school, such as French, Latin, equestrian fencing, but Jiang Qingyue was ignored , Ren Shuhan asked him to choose whatever he wanted, so he would paint, play the piano, and learn gardening every day, and his grades in elementary school were naturally average.

But after junior high school went to a key middle school, the two of them, who didn't intend to take the college entrance examination, inexplicably entered the college entrance examination camp...

After starting the quiz mode, Jiang Qingyue's grades skyrocketed, and she won the city's first prize in the senior high school entrance examination. When Ren Shuhan's parents heard about it, they were surprised and flew all the way back to celebrate with him.

Ren Shuhan, who didn't even come back from his parents on his own birthday: "..."

"The young master's grades are also very good, and he has always been in the top [-] in his grade!" Jiang Qingyue clenched her fists and said.

Everyone: ummm...

The top [-] in key middle school grades is not bad, but after hearing that you are the first in stable age, this is not enough. I know you like to brag about your young master, but there is no need to...

"It's true that many school records have been broken, including swimming, long-distance running, long jump, and javelin." Jiang Qingyue added, "At that time, several high school teachers came to help referees. The javelin teachers all fell in love with the young master, and they fought to get him to learn the majors they teach in the future, and even got into a fight."

Shen Xinghe was excited: "Wow! Really?"

Ren Shuhan: "That's because our school is poor in sports."

"But our junior high school is a joint sports meeting held by several schools." Jiang Qingyue resolutely refused to give her young master a chance to be humble. "The overall score was forced by the young master alone, and he even won the sports school next door."

Shen Xinghe was quite cooperative: "That's really strong!"

Jiang Qingyue's eyes sparkled: "That's right."

Lu Qingmeng: "... Director Chen, what are you remembering?"

"Campus material," Director Chen asked Jiang Qingyue, "You remember it really clearly, is there anything else?"

Jiang Qingyue: "..."

"No more," Ren Shuhan took out Director Chen's notebook expressionlessly, "Hurry up and shoot your scene."

In fact, there are many more.

If the young master is not around, Jiang Qingyue prefers to be alone and study hard, so he doesn't have many friends, and he doesn't know whether he is a precocious or late maturer. He only knows that when he was in middle school, it was the age when he started to have a spring heart.

There are countless figures of Ren Shuhan in his memory, among which the appearance of sweating on the sports field is the most vivid.

The boy who was especially good-looking when he threw the javelin with all his muscles tense, the boy with short hair and dripping water all over his body when he came out of the water, the boy who was the first to rush to the finish line and broke the ribbon, was surrounded by his classmates and lifted him up to throw a high ball The young boy...he will look around, find himself accurately among countless people, and only look at himself and smile.

He only drank the water he brought, and only came to ask himself questions after class.He only takes out the garbage and cleans the tables and chairs for himself on duty, and only distributes the earphone in his left ear to himself.

When going out for an outing with his classmates, he always keeps the back seat of his bicycle for himself, only carries his own schoolbag, and only cooks for himself.When having dinner with friends and singing K, he only served himself dishes, ordered songs, only rang the tambourine for himself, and only sang for himself.

If Ren Shuhan could hear his heart, then Ren Shuhan would probably say, fool, you are indeed a bit late bloomer.

If it's not because I like you, why do I just want to sit behind you and only pull your ponytail.