Dad's Romance

Lin Yuxian poked his head, and saw Jiang Wei and Zheng Beixi standing at the door of the bedroom in the gap under Zheng Nanshan's towel.

Jiang Wei's jaw seemed to be frightened, and Zheng Beixi stretched out his jade hand to help him up for a long time.

Zheng Nanshan cleared his throat, fiddled with the hair that he didn't have on his body, found a bit of reason in the messy debris field in his heart, turned sideways and asked briskly: "Isn't there still a few days left, so I'll be back early."

"Ahaha, I miss you, my brother! Help me!" Lin Yuxian echoed embarrassingly.

Jiang Wei was wearing a rare black shirt and khaki trousers. His face was green and white, and a blue vein appeared inexplicably on his forehead. He suddenly clenched his fists and dragged his suitcase towards the elevator.

Zheng Beixi rolled her eyes towards the ceiling with disdain, her pair of silky winking eyes looked at the newly-made nails, her red lips moved, "Brother, take it easy." She looked at Lin Yuxian with hostility, as if deliberately telling him, " Don't be like Jiang Wei, and make yourself foolish, I will try my best to make up for him, and I don't want to give you a copy every time I cook the soup."

Lin Yuxian laughed bitterly in his heart.

Zheng Nanshan walked to the black bedside table, pretending to search for things, "Since Jiang Wei is back, he will come to the company tomorrow, get on track early, and give me an extra head on the board of directors by the way."

Zheng Beixi's voice was charming: "Okay. By the way, those two old men?"

"Alive." Zheng Nanshan said.

"Can you let me go before we get down to business?!" Lin Yuxian struggled.

Zheng Beixi took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the hollow white dress, "Brother, give me the lighter."

Zheng Nanshan still didn't dare to look at his sister, and said, "Aren't you trying to get pregnant? No smoking."

Zheng Beixi said the truth sickly: "Jiang Wei is a waste, forget it, if you want a baby, you should go to the next life."

"You two ancestors, my hands are bleeding. Old Zheng, I lied to you just now. The little policeman is also my boyfriend. I will report you to him when I turn around, and then I will investigate yours..."

The corners of Zheng Nanshan's eyes twitched, and he threw a pillow onto Lin Yuxian's babbling mouth.

"Bye, I'm going to catch the jet lag, you two take it easy." Zheng Beixi glanced at Lin Yuxian who had been reduced to a plaything, with a sneer on his face, turned around and left, his waist-length curly hair popping out in a heart-stirring way.

Zheng Nanshan watched his sister leave, then raised his chin and looked at Lin Yuxian provocatively: "'Also' is your boyfriend?"

Lin Yuxian said slowly: "Ah, there are also a group of elder brothers in society outside. Wherever I go to stay at night, I have to throw a sieve first, otherwise it will be a bit difficult and brain-consuming, which is very detrimental to my artistic creation."

Jiang Wei suddenly stood at the door of the bedroom with two easels in one hand, probably accidentally overheard Lin Yuxian's rich private life, his eyes narrowed, he opened his mouth with great reluctance, and said angrily: "Since the eldest brother and my brother... ..."

As a deeply homophobic straight man, he really didn't have the energy to finish the rest of the "sleeping together", so he used the sound of the easel falling to cover up the embarrassment of not being able to speak, and continued: "Then I will take Lin Yuxian's personal belongings. Move down, you two..."

Do what you love.

"Jiang Wei!" The moment Lin Yuxian's eyes collided with the contempt on Jiang Wei's face, the churning "fuck" in his heart didn't even have time to pop out, let alone "I fucking teased this fake hand" and " Who wants to sleep with him."

He panicked.

In his heart, the years of brotherhood had been thrown into the toilet by Jiang Wei, like most of the filth, submerged in the stinky gutter.

"This rubbish Zheng Nanshan... If I knew it, I wouldn't drink with him. Wait a minute! How did I get tied up?!" Lin Yuxian filled another sack with misty clouds and muttered indignantly.

Zheng Nanshan: "Very good, I just want to lead him to achieve a career."

Lin Yuxian rode his horse across the border with countless curses in his heart, but he dared not speak out. After seeing Jiang Wei leaving, he said to Zheng Nanshan sadly: "What are you trying to do? Do you really want to kill me here on the spot..."

Wait a minute, Lao Zheng doesn't have any hidden diseases or eccentricities!

those pictures...

Lin Yuxian's soft and jade face was suddenly painted with crimson paint.

Zheng Nanshan was already quietly standing in front of several oil paintings, their paints were still wet and smelled like turpentine.

He squatted in front of an oil painting with a nude man's back, and said with a smile: "Zeus and Io, Correggio, the old man, will be angry when he sees you replacing Io with a man. Copy it as you like." , What are the meanings of changing other people's paintings?"

He walked to another painting, "Hey, Lin Yuxian, it was an eagle that abducted Ganymedes, and you replaced the eagle with a man." He carefully looked at the differences between the four oil paintings and the original ones. The cloud was getting thicker and thicker, and he suddenly turned around and stared at Lin Yuxian's face that was shrunk into the quilt, and said in a blunt tone, "Is it Yu Ziqi?"

Lin Yuxian: "These are all the props of his drama. If you want to use them, I will use the money to do things. Don't think too much about it."

It doesn't matter how much you think about it.

Zheng Nanshan twisted his neck, the background of the black wall highlighted his indifference and gloomyness, "Since you guessed that the ordinary person being promoted is Yu Ziqi, you can probably fully outline his story, so why don't you just ignore it?"

The implication is that someone has a patron, and the patron may crush you to death in minutes.

Zheng Nanshan moves along the outline of Yu Ziqi on the oil painting. From the delicate brushstrokes and the paint that seeps into the canvas like blood, he can see a love poem that is intertwined and lingering.In the textures and cracks, it seems to spy on the depressions and cracks in Lin Yuxian's heart when he was painting Yu Ziqi.

He said earnestly: "That writer, oh, no, the CEO of a listed company is not an idler like you and me. Even if I would give others room to breathe, he wouldn't."

Lin Yuxian adjusted his posture slightly in the confined space, his eyes were dim, and he moved the corners of his mouth with great effort, and said to Zheng Nanshan in the dark: "I'm holding back my urine! Old Zheng! If you don't let go, I can't guarantee what will happen to your bed !"

Zheng Nanshan has a deep cleanliness obsession, and he can't stand a pleat or a hair on his clothes, bouncing in place, so he can only untie him quickly.

The first thing Lin Yuxian did when he regained his freedom was to give Zheng Nanshan a difficult roundhouse kick.

"Dare to tie me?! Go to hell! Go to hell!" The second thing was to slap Zheng Nanshan on the head while cursing.

Jiang Wei witnessed another sad scene, dropped four easels, and walked away without saying a word.

A month later, "Wandering the World" was staged at the Drama Center.

Fans who couldn’t buy tickets formed a cheering group, shouting Yu Ziqi’s name in front of this declining old-fashioned building, and the hand banners and banners all carried the noise from the fan circle rather than the art circle.

Lin Yuxian and Zheng Nanshan were sitting in the back row of the Maybach. After arriving at the scene, they were mistaken for Yu Ziqi by fans, and they were forced to walk the red carpet hand in hand surrounded by the crowd.

Fortunately, Zheng Nanshan coerced him into wearing a suit.

Jiang Wei, wearing a baseball cap and carrying a pocket, followed behind, drawing another burst of screams from the fans.

"Is that person Yu Ziqi? He is exactly the same height and build as him! It must be him!"

"The side face also looks like hey!"

"Ziqi! Ziqi!"

The security personnel stood in a row hand in hand, and stood at the door to cover the door.

Jiang Wei was "inadvertently" broken through by a female fan, "unintentionally" was bumped into his arms, and returned a squint that was as cold as the Arctic Circle.

"Really! It's very similar!" The fans said to their companions when they were driven back to the team, with the excitement of "I don't understand but I'm shocked" in their eyes.

Zheng Nanshan, Jiang Wei, and Lin Yuxian were arranged to sit in the VIP seat in the middle of the second floor. The stage was blocked by a red curtain. Lin Yuxian stood on the fence with great excitement, and many moving heads were reflected in his pupils.

His masterpiece is finally going to meet the world.

Lin Yuxian turned his head to inoculate Jiang Wei and Zheng Nanshan shamelessly: "The setting of this drama set a precedent in China. It is avant-garde. It uses Cubism, Dadaism, and a bunch of doctrines that I can't memorize. In short! If you don't understand Art, might throw up! Haha."

Zheng Nanshan and Jiang Wei rolled their eyes alternately.

Jiang Wei held a pamphlet introducing the plot in his hand, with a silent expression.

The bright yellow brochure, printed in punk font, looks like a bloody plaque on a haunted house.

"Han Ke pieced together an incomplete self from the fragments, and made up for his regrets in the process of retelling the story-to those years that we missed because of misunderstanding and difficulty in facing the sincerity."

"Crazy." Jiang Wei said.

A bald host stood in front of the curtain and announced the curtain in a 90s radio accent: Please enjoy Yu Ziqi's one-man drama "Wandering the World" next.

Zheng Nanshan teased sullenly: "Oh, art?"

Only Lin Yuxian broke into a cold sweat, "Single horn?! Changed the script?!"

What kind of trouble is Yu Ziqi going to make this time?

The curtain slowly opened, revealing the true face of the ghostly stage.In the poster of "Dr. Caligari's Cabin", in the three-dimensional corridor that slanted into the depths of the stage, Yu Ziqi was wearing heavy stage makeup, deep dark circles under his eyes, and a large white robe covering his body.

The walls were painted with a bloody mist.

A second-floor terrace was set up on the stage, and dozens of old-fashioned TV sets were placed in random places, some of which extended to the edge of the stage with the brackets.

The screens were replaced by hand-painted oil paintings, with handsome faces and thin men with some naked bodies, and some with only a tall nose bridge.

Someone exclaimed, "It's all Yu Ziqi!"

Some people stood up from their seats and fled because they couldn't bear the image that seemed to come from the endless hell.

"What the hell! I snatched tickets for celebrities, but I ended up acting in a ghost movie."

There were whispers and whispers from the audience.

Only Zheng Nanshan held his breath and fell into the crazy and twisted world on the stage, and even Yu Ziqi seemed to be a bit pleasing to the eye.

Zheng Nanshan picked up his mobile phone, took photos with great interest, and whispered full of praise: "Lin Yuxian, yes, this work can be ranked in the Top 3 of stage plays in my heart."

Zheng Nanshan's smile was obvious, secretly planning a "marketing" in his heart, Lin Yuxian would definitely dismiss it.

Lin Yuxian ruthlessly "hushed" back, his arms on the seat were a little stiff, he stared at Yu Ziqi on the stage motionlessly, and there was an unpredictable next step.

He never won a bet.

Yu Ziqi walked step by step in the narrow corridor full of thorns, took off the espadrilles on his feet, and unceremoniously flung them towards the auditorium, with a slightly mocking voice, "Yu Ziqi sends you my greetings!"

"Pfft!" Lin Yuxian finally relaxed his nerves, he didn't expect Yu Ziqi to have an earth-shattering appearance.

It's still funny!

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Scene1:

Ke Yaning took the portrait sent by Lin Yuxian and kept searching in the household registration system.

When fate turned over the household registration card of "Han Xiaofang", Ke Yaning was worried.

He really wanted to smoke a cigarette like Lin Yuxian, even though he never had the habit of smoking.

During these years when you lost your trace, are you a human or a ghost?

Ke Yaning said heartily.

Scene2:

Lin Zhi: Dad!What are you holding in your hand, a notebook?Book?Are you serious about telling a story?

Lin Yuxian said with a smile: You control me!By the way, Dad's stage design for the first time!Handsome!Shocked?Scared silly, silly boy haha.

Lin Zhi: Dad, have you forgotten that I can't see anything...

PS: Every chapter has clues, and every paragraph is not written by the author.

But, 100% are right, not yet.

"not that simple"

Thanks for watching, bows! orz slips and kneels!