Can't fly

Going down the corner of the glass corridor and passing through the crowd, Yang Yuanyi said "I'm sorry" and "Excuse me" many times along the way. He stared closely at the white shadow not far away, fearing that Fang Fei would disappear in the next second.

Auctions, charity dinners, or other types of social interactions don't matter at this moment.

There is no spring in Pingzhou, and it is still humid and hot after sunset, as if there will be a thunderstorm at any time.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the leaves are motionless, and there is only rising heat in the air without the evening breeze.

Fang Fei stopped in front of a small door, there was no one around, and the "safety exit" in the upper left corner was flashing green.

He was tired from running, and his breathing was slightly short of breath. Without looking back, he stretched out his hand and was about to push the door open.

"Fang Fei!"

The voice behind him stopped Fang Fei's footsteps, he lost his mind for a while, and the buzzing noises in his mind were suddenly dispelled.But he still had an earache, dizziness, and darkness around his field of vision. All he could see was the doorknob in front of him, and he only needed to use some force to escape immediately.

Fang Fei grasped the handle, and the cold touch gave him a sense of reality.When he was about to push away, the voice sounded again, forcibly dragging him back to where he was, unable to move.

"A Fei, wait for me!"

Helpless, ashamed, physically and mentally exhausted, worrying about gains and losses.

Have you been together for a long time?Fang Fei would be able to read so many things from Yang Yuanyi's simple sentence one day.But now he doesn't think about anything other than leaving quickly, and he doesn't care about Yang Yuanyi's feelings.

The first time he didn't open the door, the shadow beside him enveloped him, Fang Fei turned his face sideways, and met his gaze as if giving up.

The gray-blue pupils stared at him seriously, and there was only his reflection inside.

"It was an accidental encounter." Yang Yuanyi said eagerly, "Listen to me—"

Explanation?

But what is there to explain?

The last time Fang Fei was so sad because he mistakenly thought that he and Yu Nuo had met in private and the old relationship had rekindled.

But now that Fang Fei saw it, he couldn't push everything to "coincidence" or "accident" or simply say that Yu Nuo was a lunatic, even he himself thought it sounded like an unconvincing excuse.

Yang Yuanyi is usually not eloquent, but his thinking is rigorous and his logic is clear, but now he is halfway through his sentence, and he is blocked without warning. He doesn't know how to correct Fang Fei's misunderstanding, and every road leads to a bad ending.

He is always used to solving the result.

And Fang Fei discovered this truth earlier than him.

"I believe it was an accident." Fang Fei said, but before he could relax, he continued, "But Teacher Yang, why do you always explain the results? I didn't get angry when I saw you and her."

Yang Yuanyi was taken aback.

Fang Fei looked at him indifferently, and said for a while, "Mr. Yang, you asked me a question a long time ago, and I was deeply impressed."

"……what?"

"Tell me, I remind you of a hamster you raised when you were a child. You gave him something, and he hid it in fear, and almost killed himself in the end." Fang Fei had good eyes, and took all his reactions into his eyes with nostalgia, " You ask me, is he afraid of being taken away by you, and you ask me, 'Will I take it away?'”

Yang Yuan thought about it, because of this, he thought Fang Fei was also a little hamster for a long time.

So he was always nice to Fang Fei and wanted to make up for his uneasiness.

But he still didn't know why Fang Fei suddenly brought up this matter, it seemed a long time ago.

"Will you take it away? Of course not, Yang Yuanyi, those gifts are nothing to you." Fang Fei seemed to smile, but the temperature didn't reach his eyes, and there was still a black ice lake, "But yes What about him?"

Yang Yuanyi opened his mouth in vain.

He understood what Fang Fei meant.

"You are very good to me, but there is no difference between liking and giving if there is only 'good'. What should I do if the reasons for these 'good' are not pure? By your side." Fang Fei said, "I couldn't see through it before, Yang Yuanyi, do you still think we are equal now?"

Yang Yuanyi no longer dared to speak easily.

He felt that he vaguely touched some answer, the shape was unknown, but he felt the sharpness that could hurt people.

Fang Fei didn't let him answer either.

"You never say it, because I'm not worth your heart and soul."

After he finished speaking, before Yang Yuanyi could react, he touched the cactus brooch on his chest.The fingertip was pricked, and the diamond-encrusted surface also made the touch uneven, like touching a scarred heart.

Fang Fei lowered his eyes, found the button and undid it, held it in his hand, and spread his palm upwards in front of Yang Yuanyi.

"This is for you." Fang Fei said, "Director Yang, I'm calling stop, let's not continue."

He let go of his hand abruptly.

The brooch fell to the ground with an imperceptible crack.

Yang Yuanyi couldn't help looking over——

Without any hesitation, Fang Fei turned around and pushed open the safety door.

Glimpsing it from the corner of the eye, Yang Yuanyi chased after him without paying attention to the brooch, and his eyes were suddenly turned white by the dazzling light. He took a step forward instinctively, and his ears were instantly filled with chaotic noise.

Cups collide, high heels step on the soft carpet, and voices are noisy.

The hem of the skirt swayed, the scent of the mixed perfume was strong and pungent, and the lights gradually converged. He suddenly discovered that the place just across the door was the cold restaurant of the auction.

Where people come and go, he lost Fang Fei.

Yang Yuanyi looked for Fang Fei in the cold restaurant, but to no avail, there were too many people and chaos, he would be greeted by half-baked guests every two steps.In desperation, he received a call from his mother's secretary, telling him to hurry up.

By the time the auction hall was found, one-third of the auction had already been carried out.

"WR" will reserve the VIP seats for the celebrities and the rich, and the rest of the most conspicuous seats will be reserved for the participating artists and models.Yang Yuanyi's seat is in the VIP area, next to his mother, Xing Xiang, chairman of Jiashang Group.

He simply greeted Xing Xiang and explained his lateness.

The other party raised his jaw slightly to indicate that there are cameras and reporters everywhere, and he should be cautious in his words and deeds.

But the silent reminder didn't have any effect on Yang Yuanyi. He didn't sit for a while, then turned his head and tried to find Fang Fei from the area where the artists gathered.In a dimly lit place, looking for someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack, Yang Yuanyi looked at it stubbornly, and then thanked Fang Fei for a second for the clothes Fang Fei picked that day.

He shines like a pearl on the beach at night.

The person next to Fang Fei was Zhao Dali, they were chatting, Fang Fei looked normal, with a faint smile.

Didn't you have a cold face just now?

Oh, he forgot, Fang Fei is an actor, he can handle every emotion well.

A year ago, the young man who was so anxious that he could be easily seen through, has disguised his true self in just three hundred days.It is the quality of an actor not to affect innocent bystanders because of bad emotions, and it is also one of the golden rules of communication in the adult world.

While talking and joking, Fang Fei's eyes shifted, as if he passed through the crowd inadvertently.

Has he looked over?

Yang Yuanyi couldn't help but pause for breath.

But in the next second, Fang Fei lowered his eyelashes halfway, as if he heard what Zhao Dali said, his eyes curved into crescent moons.Then he stared straight ahead, as if completely unaware of someone's gaze.

Yang Yuanyi's heart sank instantly, and the feeling of weightlessness made his hands and feet cold.

He suddenly felt that Fang Fei's "shout stop" might not have been on a whim.

The gestures and expressions were so conspicuous that the lady beside him stared at him dissatisfiedly and reminded: "It's fine if you're late, but if you're still swaying left and right now, if someone takes pictures and makes a fuss about it, you represent Jiashang."

"I didn't want to participate either." Yang Yuanyi said nonchalantly.

"So, thank you for giving me face."

"You're welcome." Yang Yuanyi retorted, "As long as you don't intentionally trip me up next time."

"Oh?" Xing Xiang was not surprised, but smiled, "You know."

"is it necessary?"

Xing Xiang calmly said: "Then you have to ask yourself. Why, were you looking for Yu Nuo just now?"

A certain name has become a landmine now, feeling the thorns in Xing Xiang's words and Yang Yuanyi unconsciously began to feel hot in the back.He didn't want to make Xing Xiang suspicious, so he said "no" casually, retracted his gaze and refocused on the narrow area in front of him, pretending to observe the auction site seriously.

Xing Xiang has already photographed an antique brooch from the 19th century - because she likes to collect these things, Yang Yuanyi has been fascinated by it and picked out the cactus for Fang Fei.

She flipped through the manual critically, and suddenly said: "Actually, you are marrying Yun Nuo now, and I have no objection."

Yang Yuanyi gave an "um" in surprise, and the ending sound rose.

"There are some things where I have to bleed, and I can't stop it." Xing Xiang was expressionless, and said things plainly, "Xiaowan's divorce made me figure it out, indeed, what does your embarrassment have to do with me? After all these years, it's not an option to be surrounded by empty people. If you really must have her, then do whatever you want."

She was merciful, and was finally stimulated by Yang Wanyi's divorce, fearing that her siblings would be against her, so she gave a little, took a half step back, and tolerantly let him "find his own happiness".

But Yang Yuanyi was in a bad mood instantly.

The anti-bone that hadn't appeared in more than ten years suddenly pierced the precarious layer of paper, Yang Yuanyi smiled contemptuously: "Why, if you don't agree, do you want to lock me up again?"

"Can I lock you up now?" Xing Xiang retorted, "If you are determined to be romantic all your life, and every day men and women sleep next to each other at home and abroad, I will at most advise you to do it yourself."

"Then don't worry about how I make movies."

There is another bid.

Real gold and silver, for the Pomeranian smile, took a miniature model of rosewood.

"It seems that you still don't understand the real reason why you were grounded." Xing Xiang slightly shook his head, with a compassionate expression, "If I don't do this, you will be abandoned by her, and you will only hate me when you have nothing abroad."

Yang Yuanyi snorted lightly.

"Yang Yuanyi, I am firmly opposed to your making movies. Is it because you are not good at making movies?" Xing Xiang asked him seriously with his first name, "Your desire to talk is too strong, but your personality is suppressed, which makes the starting point of your works not pure. , and the expression is too simple.”

"I didn't ask you, whatever."

Xing Xiang said coldly: "Your script and emotions are still influenced by her. Yang Yuanyi, you are over 30 years old, but you can't even control yourself? What you do is just self-torture, I am angry with you It’s useless! Leave everything Yunuo gave you, positive and negative, and then create a work, ask yourself if you can do it?”

After a moment of silence, the words "self-torture" undoubtedly made him terribly painful.

Probably only Xing Xiang in the whole world would say that he is immature.

But it is Xing Xiang, who can see his flaws just by Jiguang Pianyu: the cage he is eager to break free from, the psychological shadow, the world of sound and light that he builds with gray tones and strings over and over again, it is not he who is expressing, but vent.

He always sees others sober, but he can never make an accurate conclusion about himself.

He said that Fang Fei "vented his emotions" when filming, but to some extent, isn't he the same person as Fang Fei?

The reality is too cruel to face, but I can't let it go, so I expose my scars again and again.As if I was in enough pain, I could lick the bleeding wound for comfort.

But this is misshapen.

Fang Fei has already taken this step.

He was left standing still, without even realizing that he had reached the point of hurting others and himself.

The noise in the ears paused for a moment, and Yang Yuanyi turned his head again.

But at the same position, Fang Fei has disappeared.

"Are you still determined?" Xing Xiang asked suddenly.

Yang Yuanyi didn't make a statement, but asked her instead: "Aside from locking me in the apartment, what else did you do in those years?"

Hearing this sentence, Xing Xiang's composure tensed slightly, but it was too short to be caught by Yang Yuanyi.She lowered her head and flipped through the remake manual, and said after a long time:

"From the time I gave birth to you, everything I did was for you, for Xiaowan."