Can't fly

Fang Fei took a shower as fast as he could, changed his clothes, and left the door just in time to get his phone key.

At five o'clock in the morning, there was no subway or bus, and Fang Fei waited for ten minutes before finding a taxi that accepted the order.The road to the CBD is rare and smooth all the way. Fang Fei’s heart beats irregularly every time he passes through an intersection and sees a green light, and then speeds up until the car stops at the resplendent gate of the Pingjing Hotel.

The doorman and security were still in good spirits, politely opened the door for him and asked him what he needed.

Fang Fei didn't know what to do, looked down at his phone, only to realize that Yang Yuanyi had sent him a room number 10 minutes ago.

But he actually felt the vibration because of the excitement and fear one after another.

The hotel is probably Yang Yuanyi's temporary residence, not even the one he usually lives in.Fang Fei went up to the designated floor and took a look at himself from the glass wall in the corridor.

Cold, upright, and handsome, this is often the first impression Fang Fei gives to others.

But if you look at him for a long time, you will find that his brows and eyes are full of desire, hidden under those eyelashes, which is subtle and seductive, which is not obvious on weekdays, but it is full of intensity under the night.Even if I lack sleep late at night and sit in the car for more than half an hour, wearing the most common 99 yuan basic T-shirt, the youth in the reflection can be described as pleasing to the eye.

Once Chu Yin picked him to audition, even though his acting skills were poor, he was still the leading role; He Xiaoshi scolded him for nothing, and never forgot to say "what can you do with this face".

Skin is his most handy capital.

Fang Fei straightened his hair, as if he had regained his confidence.Dawn can magnify the darkness and ugliness of the human heart, and shed the hard shell of the daytime, Fang Fei suddenly thought: "Should I try...to seduce him?"

If you love me, then everyone will be happy.

If Yang Yuanyi didn't want to, he would...

Just go home and inherit the fruit stand.

"...What are you dreaming about?" Fang Fei thought to himself, with a wry smile, restraining his sudden presumptuousness.

He stopped outside the room and raised his hand. Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, he heard a soft sound of unlocking the door.Fang Fei was taken aback for a moment, and then the heavy mahogany door opened to the inside.

"Teacher Yang." Fang Fei called out, and the ending sound became much softer involuntarily.

In late summer and early autumn, there is still residual heat at night, and the air conditioner in the hotel corridor is even fully turned on.Yang Yuanyi was wearing a loose pajamas like linen, wearing slippers, and his face was tired.

"Come here by taxi?"

Fang Fei nodded nervously.

Yang Yuanyi turned sideways: "Let's go through the door first."

Pingjing Hotel has a profound heritage, and the luxury decoration of the all-French style of the suites is more resplendent under the bright lights.This is not Yang Yuanyi's taste, and Fang Fei is sure that he is only living here temporarily.Standing behind the sofa in the living room, Fang Fei followed Yang Yuanyi to the island to get a bottle of wine.

Fang Fei recognized the bottle of Yamazaki whiskey, and Yang Yuanyi had never been drunk before, so he unscrupulously challenged the high number in the selection.Without blending, the taste of Yamazaki is not so strong or bitter, so Yang Yuanyi still likes it.

"Would you like a drink?" He asked Fang Fei, raising his eyes.

Fang Fei agreed, and there was a hint of a smile in the grayish blue.

The side I met on the rooftop 24 hours ago didn't see the facial features clearly, and Fang Fei finally watched Yang Yuanyi five years later without any barriers.

Although the facial features and figure have not changed much, it is not known whether it is because of the warmer lighting or the increase in age. Although Yang Yuanyi still looks difficult to approach when he is silent, he does not have the gloomy feeling that made people want to escape when they saw it a few years ago.The hair on the forehead was slightly long and slightly curly. When he lowered his head to pour wine, he covered his eyebrows and eyes. Fang Fei saw the corner of his mouth with a bit of bitter taste.

Several documents were scattered on the sofa, and the computer was turned on.

Fang Fei couldn't help asking: "Have you worked until now?"

"Have a video conference." Yang Yuanyi walked over holding the wine bottle, "Talk about some details with the screenwriter, talk a lot, don't let me sleep if you don't sleep...what are you doing standing there, sit down."

He speaks with a sense of certainty, even though he is gentle, it is in the tone of an order.

Fang Fei was the only one who didn't feel disgusted by Yang Yuanyi's tone - he hated the character of being commanded by others, but human beings always love double standards - he sat on the small sofa, alone, and looked at Yang Yuanyi.

The whiskey glass was pushed in front of Fang Fei, Yang Yuanyi stood up and leaned on the armrest of the small sofa seemingly casually.The wide design made Yang Yuanyi's half-recumbent half-sitting posture natural. He stretched out his legs and put one hand on the back of the sofa, as if he had enclosed Fang Fei in his breath.

Fang Fei became more relaxed in his aggressive movements, which made him feel that the relationship between him and Yang Yuanyi hadn't changed with the passage of time.

Even the phrase "no contact anymore" is quietly turning into empty talk.

The time they spend alone is limited, mostly in bed or otherwise chatting about scripts, lines and editing.Now that he has broken away from the cooperative relationship and has not developed to the physical level, Fang Fei doesn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Yang Yuanyi knew that he was not a talkative character, so he drank a few drinks with him and took the initiative to stir up the topic.

"Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?" He smiled teasingly.

Fang Fei chose to hide the truth: "I sleep a little too much during the day, but at night... I can't fall asleep after watching."

Yang Yuanyi raised the cup indifferently, and Fang Fei touched him, and hurriedly picked it up and took a long gulp.

The whiskey tasted astringent and a little sour, and when it passed through his throat, a tingling tingling shot straight to the sky. Fang Fei almost choked, so he endured it with all his might. Yang Yuanyi smiled and said, "You can't drink so much?"

Tears came out of his eyes, and he reached out to wipe them off, his half-closed eyes blurred, but it was not himself who touched the eyelids.

Yang Yuanyi turned sideways, with his right knee almost touching Fang Fei's thigh. He held the wine glass in one hand, and gently wiped away the moisture from the corners of Fang Fei's eyes with the other.

The smell of wine lingered in his throat, Fang Fei only felt the sweetness of being slightly drunk at this moment.

He has a poor capacity for alcohol and doesn't know how to drink. He always uses alcohol to boost his courage.Aware of Yang Yuanyi's gesture of favor at this moment, Fang Fei tentatively grasped his wrist, wrapped his hands around the protruding wrist bone, and twirled a string of glazed beads worn by Yang Yuanyi.

Fang Fei knew that the red incense ash glass came from a former royal temple, it was not expensive, let alone hard to get.Yang Yuanyi has everything and usually wears a watch, but this string of glazed beads has never been taken off. Fang Fei then secretly searched for the meaning of this color, and then laughed at the explanation on the Internet.

Red refers to marriage, these two words are incompatible with Yang Yuanyi, it can almost be said to be fantasy.

It stands to reason that the belongings that have been worn for so long and are related to temples should be very precious and not let others touch them.After Fang Fei knew the meaning of the red glaze, he felt that it was not pleasing to the eye anyway, so he touched it offensively.

Yang Yuanyi didn't mind at all, and asked him, "Do you want to take it off for you to play with?"

"No." Fang Fei looked up at him.

The light blurred into a lake, and Yang Yuanyi bent down towards him.

Fang Fei closed his eyes and moved forward unconsciously.

It was unreal when the back of his head was supported, and his breath paused as he tasted whiskey on the tip of his tongue.The seam between his lips was licked open, Yang Yuanyi kissed him lingeringly, rubbed his fingers into the black hair and pressed all the way to the top of the spine, opened the collar, measured Fang Fei's collarbone, and the glass beads on his wrist were bumpy and cold, It made his throat tremble.

The kiss was very deep, and Fang Fei couldn't breathe well and still tilted his head to cooperate. When Yang Yuanyi let go of him, Fang Fei felt that the alcohol that was about to evaporate seemed to gather again at once, and he mechanically picked up the cup and took another sip.

When the whiskey was bottomed out, he looked at Yang Yuanyi, his pale face flushed with drunkenness.

Her lips were a little swollen, Fang Fei kept the glass cold and kept silent.

At this point, it would be a matter of course if something he was looking forward to happened again. Yang Yuanyi squeezed him onto the small sofa, caressed Fang Fei's back with his arms, and easily hugged him on his lap and sat there.

The kiss stuck to his neck again, and Yang Yuanyi kissed his Adam's apple delicately, feeling Fang Fei tremble more and more.Just as he was in a daze, he asked a very strange thing.

"You broke up with your boyfriend?"

Yang Yuanyi closed his eyes slightly when he said this, and the tip of his nose brushed against Fang Fei's collarbone socket.

Fang Fei said "hmm", instead of agreeing, he was puzzled.

"There was a dinner a few days ago, and I saw him follow Chen Yusheng." Yang Yuanyi seemed to be talking about ordinary things, "Chen Yusheng can't rub the sand in his eyes. If he can get to this point, he should either break up with you or break up soon."

Fang Fei froze suddenly.

He didn't expect Xia Huai to meet Chen Yusheng - the head of Shuotian's family, less than forty, handsome and generous, a rare role model in the gold master's world - hearing it from Yang Yuanyi, it is inevitably ridiculous and sad.

Distracted by the kiss, Yang Yuan bit his earlobe dissatisfied.

"...Break up." Fang Fei said with difficulty, "It's been a while."

"Are you sad?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Yuanyi would ask, Fang Fei's eyes widened for a moment, and he shook his head.

He didn't know that his expression looked a bit miserable to the other party. Yang Yuanyi hugged him, kissed his eyebrows comfortingly and murmured: "I saw your impromptu performance that day, and thought you were treating him..."

The last few words were too vague and Fang Fei couldn't hear clearly, so she made a nasal sound, and was soon kissed deeply by him again.

The crystal lights flickered in front of him, and the carpet with exaggerated prints fell towards him, Fang Fei was dizzy, and the stamina of the whiskey made him unable to tell the difference between east, west, north, south, and north. He only remembered that he accidentally knocked over the remaining half bottle of Yamazaki, and it was all wasted.

The wine wrapped his calf, and his body was very light. He opened his eyes and saw Yang Yuanyi holding his ankle like a dream, licking off the dripping whiskey with his downcast eyes.

Scratched carpet, sweat, alcohol, a mess of big stains.

At the end of the day, Fang Fei's T-shirt was crumpled so badly that he looked up. He wanted to lie down on the sofa, but his lower body didn't have much strength. He kept a certain position for too long, and his inner muscles spasmed a bit after his thighs suddenly relaxed.

He could only half lie on the sofa, kneeling or not, turning sideways to watch Yang Yuanyi throw away a lot of tissues and plastic packaging, and pick up the wine bottle.

"Teacher Yang." Fang Fei called him hoarsely, "...I can't stand up anymore."

He doesn't act like a baby very often, and it's rare that he shows softness, which makes people feel distressed. Yang Yuanyi stopped in his footsteps, and walked in front of him, intending to help Fang Fei up.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Yang Yuanyi thought for a while, and after drawing the height difference between the two, he simply hooked Fang Fei's knees, paused for breathing, and easily picked him up horizontally.

Fang Fei's whole body froze instantly.

He is a little over 1.8 meters tall, naturally not as tall as Yang Yuanyi, but he is by no means short among ordinary men, and no one would think him thin.It was the first time in his life that he was hugged by the princess at such a time, Fang Fei blushed and buried his head in his neck.

"...I can go by myself." He whispered bravely.

"What about it?" Yang Yuanyi smiled, and patted him with the hand that hugged his back, "Hold it well."

Fang Fei hugged him, and hid in the shadows to endure the soreness in the corners of his eyes.

Whether at home or at school, or with Xia Huai, Fang Fei always seems to be a dependable and dependable character.Only in this relationship with Yang Yuanyi who has no name, no distinction and no real relationship, Yang Yuanyi has always taken care of him meticulously, coaxed him, and accepted his unspoken awkwardness.

After taking a shower, the sky was completely bright, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the suite faced the rising sun, and the dark blue sky was gradually eroded by the orange-red morning glow.

Fang Fei curled up on the sofa, leaning on a cushion and fell asleep from sleepiness.

After Yang Yuanyi finished rinsing and walked out of the bathroom, the morning news had already started broadcasting on the TV.

He wiped his dripping hair, his gray-blue eyes were illuminated by the pink sun, and the color was close to light brown.He stopped in front of the single sofa, lowered his eyes, picked Fang Fei's pointed chin with his fingers, and looked at him with his head tilted for a while.

……Thin.

His complexion is also very bad.

May have suffered a lot.

Yang Yuanyi gave up the idea of ​​waking Fang Fei up as a prank, and gently carried him back to the bedroom.