Can't fly

"What are you looking at?" Xu Mu leaned over, quietly trying to peek, "You laugh so disgustingly."

Yang Yuanyi pressed the lock screen button, put the phone away, and glared at him.

Xu Mu was very wronged: "Forget it if you don't show it, what kind of expression do you have..."

"I'm going back soon." Yang Yuanyi put down his wine glass, he had chatted with the filmmakers at the party for a long time, and now his mind was buzzing, he was still recuperating quietly after being injured, and now he was too unsuited to this kind of occasion.

Xu Mu is one of the few people who came to Xingdao from the "Years" crew. He is born to like socializing and loves parties. Now that he has not enjoyed the game, he sneers at Yang Yuanyi's early departure.

"Are you mistaken, Old Yang? It's only time, and you're not Cinderella who insists on sitting in a pumpkin carriage!" Xu Mu poured Yang Yuanyi's empty red wine glass again, "Enjoy life, shall you? Could it be that you have been bored in the hospital and at home all summer, and now you are bored as an otaku?"

"I wasn't too keen..." Yang Yuanyi quickly poured the wine back while he wasn't looking, "Okay, it's not finished yet, I really don't want to stay any longer. You continue to play, I'll go back to the hotel and have an early rest."

Xu Mu: "Wow, you are over 30 and not over 50—"

Contempt is useless, Yang Yuanyi is not stimulated, waved his hand, and he was already a few steps away.

The distance from the venue to the hotel was only a 10-minute drive, and Yang Yuanyi had already arrived with the blushing little yellow face before he could remember.His room was on the same floor as Fang Fei's, and we checked in together. Unfortunately, Fang Fei was leaving tomorrow, and he stayed in Xingdao to meet Ye Chengrong.

It's been a long time without drinking, champagne and red wine are not enough to make him drunk and Yang Yuanyi is a little tipsy.

What he said and did was not to the extreme, Yang Yuanyi thought that Fang Fei would still ignore him, but the unexplained "thank you" at the awards ceremony was like a gift from heaven, which made Yang Yuanyi dizzy and didn't know how far he could go next .

Isn't Fang Fei disgusted by his excited hug?

Fang Fei didn't feel offended when his hidden film was released to the public?

So does it mean that Fang Fei is not indifferent?

There was still a step away from the room, Yang Yuanyi stopped, turned around and went in the opposite direction.Every step he took was like stepping on the past, and he was in pain. He thought he could let it go. He used to think that the shackles would rot, but now he refuses to wait anymore.

After hesitating for a while in front of Fang Fei's house number, Yang Yuanyi rang the doorbell.

After a long 1 minute, Fang Fei opened the door and was surprised but not surprised when he saw him.

"What's up?"

Fang Fei supported the door frame with one hand, as if he didn't want him to go in.

The joyful mood just now suddenly fell into the clouds. Yang Yuanyi faced him, and after pretending for a long time, he could barely pick it up calmly: "Didn't you scare you when the award was presented just now?"

Speaking of that hug, Fang Fei shook his head: "It's okay."

"Can I come in?" Yang Yuanyi asked.

"...I'm ready to take a bath and rest."

Rejecting need not be so clear, Yang Yuanyi's eyes were dim, but he still said persistently: "Just a moment, I want to talk to you. I have been busy all day today, and we haven't really chatted."

Fang Fei bit his lips in a dark way: "Director Yang, I'm going to bed."

"Good night then."

Fang Fei nodded, silently signaling him to call it a day.

Feeling dizzy, Yang Yuanyi took a few steps, looked back at the door reluctantly, and suddenly realized something was wrong——

He didn't hear the "click" of the lock.

In a blink of an eye, Yang Yuanyi put his modesty and gentlemanship behind him.He turned back in a hurry, but as expected, the door of the room was still ajar just now, and he saw a trace of panic in Fang Fei's eyes.

But there are also vague expectations.

Opening the crumbling door with one hand, Yang Yuanyi felt Fang Fei's resistance was so slight that it could be ignored when Yang Yuanyi held his wrist, like seduction and temptation.The shower gel has the aroma of lemon, which is slightly hot from the undissipated body temperature.

Yang Yuanyi pushed the door closed with his backhand, and there was a sound of locking, Fang Fei neither dodged nor dodged.

The sensor light at the entrance suddenly turned on, and Yang Yuanyi felt that his emotions were being manipulated by him. She was a little annoyed, and also a little proud to think that Fang Fei was also scheming.

With his back against the wall, he pulled Fang Fei into his arms.

When his chest pressed against his chest, Yang Yuanyi mistakenly thought he heard a sigh.

Obviously just a few hours ago, the crowd hugged each other to celebrate, Yang Yuanyi felt that it didn't count, so he tightened his arms, and expressed his miss sincerely: "Afei..."

"……Um?"

"It's been a long time since I hugged you."

"Really?" Fang Fei asked, unconsciously wanting to grab his back.

Fang Fei deliberately asked: "Then what are the people in the venue?"

"I heard you mention me just now, and I really want to rush to the podium." Yang Yuanyi didn't speak too hard, but Fang Fei could hear every word clearly, "I'm very glad that we have finally thought clearly about what we are expressing and what we are expressing. Let the other party understand. You left me enough time, Ah Fei, I don’t know how to thank you..."

So he said "thank you too".

Not only thanks to Fang Fei for participating in the role, shaping "Li Hang", and completing the imaginary life-saving story, but also thank him for making Yang Yuanyi understand in time that he can hold Fang Fei's hand.

Spending spring and summer alone, listening to Yang Yuanyi's nasty words was a bit funny but more heartwarming. Fang Fei admitted that she had been shaken when he said "I won't give up".He has to wait for Yang Yuanyi to admit that he cannot live without him. He has principles and a bottom line, and he is destined to only want to be the only one.

He is the only one now.

Because Yang Yuanyi held him like a drowning person and dared not let go.

"...It hurts." Fang Fei protested.

The hoop on his shoulders was extremely uncomfortable, but it awakened his sleeping desire more than ever before.He remembered that he liked being roughly treated by Yang Yuanyi and then gently comforted by Yang Yuanyi. The more pain Yang Yuanyi hugged him, the more satisfied he was.

What's more, he used to only have a body, but now even his heart is held by Yang Yuanyi and refuses to let go.

Yang Yuanyi turned a deaf ear, breathing on Fang Fei's naked skin.

Fang Fei had indeed taken a shower, washing it carefully as if anticipating this hug, but the pajamas were carelessly dressed, with several top buttons undone and opened indiscriminately.When he lowered his head, the tip of his nose rubbed against the slit, and the soft cloth slid down, his skin was fair and slightly hot powder.

Feeling that Yang Yuanyi's chin had grown a new huqing, rubbing against his neck, Fang Fei felt itchy and pushed him.

Yang Yuanyi let go this time, but reluctantly wanted to hold his hand.

"I wouldn't have thanked you if I knew it earlier..." Fang Fei pulled on his collar, not looking into his burning eyes, "I didn't want to say that at first, as if this matter was forgotten."

"A Fei is still willing to talk to me, and I can do whatever I want."

The meaning of begging is less, mixed with ambiguity and provocation, the night is getting deeper, his heavy words are like the humid air of Xingdao.

Fang Fei looked down at his bare feet. When he came to open the door, he forgot to put on his shoes.

Yang Yuanyi followed his gaze: "Is it cold?"

"I told you a long time ago that I like that story." Fang Fei answered irrelevantly in a low voice, "But I don't like how you treat it. It's just a movie, and I can't bear so much expectation."

"Ah."

"In the future... don't be burdened."

Yang Yuanyi understood his nonsense, and lightly hooked his finger on Fang Fei's palm.

"Thank you Affi."

He knew that Fang Fei was angry not only for his concealment, but also for his self-torture. If there was too much abuse, it would become a sentiment full of self-interest, which could not shake any established reality at all, and would be trapped in the cage of self-made and self-directed forever.

If even freedom is gone, what love is there?

Yang Yuanyi briefly touched Fang Fei's fingertips.

"Are you still angry?"

"Very angry." Fang Fei's words sounded like a whisper, "What do you think you should do?"

"A Fei, let me love you."

Fang Fei was startled.

"From now on, all my works will bear your name. Everyone knows that I love you the most, and all my likes belong to you...A Fei, can you agree to be with me?" Yang Yuanyi's voice was very soft, but serious Like Qianjun's oath, "I love you, and I will never make you sad again."

Fang Fei looked at Yang Yuanyi from a close distance, the dim warm light made his pupils almost translucent.

It seems to go back to Donghe, Yinshan Temple a year ago, with osmanthus trees covering the yellow wall.He stood in front of that small table, memories flickering like a montage.From the gurgling river, the incense ash on the bottom of the Buddha statue, the kiss on the railing and the wind, to the New Year's time when the lights look like the setting sun, the breathing in the small room is intertwined and then replayed to Pingjing at four o'clock in the morning, he pushed open the door close to Yang Yuanyi.

The wine is slightly sour, and the sandalwood is a bit pungent. Yang Yuanyi hopes that he will always have a gentle smile.

At that time, he was full of "Yang Yuanyi is hiding the person he likes" and "Yang Yuanyi is just playing with me", anxious and sad, holding a pen, the first two words were twisted crookedly, and finally there was only a short line on it.

After much deliberation, his greatest wish has never changed.

——"Yang Yuanyi only loves me".

They kept close but not embracing each other for a long time. The sensor light went cold and then dimmed, dimmed and then turned on again. After repeating this several times, they suffocated as if they were breathing, and then simply went out again.

His eyes became darker gray, and Yang Yuan blinked uneasily.

As a result, the fingers holding Fang Fei retracted quietly. He couldn't move forward or retreat. He was about to say something or make a movement to let the light illuminate them again——I couldn't see Fang Fei's expression, couldn't hear the answer, and Yang Yuanyi seemed to be losing control.

He offered everything he could give, lest Fang Fei didn't need it.

The cool breath approached.

Fang Fei hesitated, but kissed him firmly.

The eyelids seemed to be swept by someone's eyelashes, itching, and a storm blew up in the bottom of my heart like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Yang Yuanyi hugged his waist tightly.

When his back hit the wall of the entrance, there was a bit of pain. Fang Fei couldn't remember whether this situation seemed familiar, but Yang Yuanyi's movements of stroking him were eager and restrained.

He traced the outline of Fang Fei's bones, resting his fingers on the back of his neck, lingering on his delicate skin hidden under the broken hair roots.

Pinching and twisting lightly, Fang Fei's whistling was blocked, and he took the opportunity to bite the tip of his tongue.The lost and regained kiss, Yang Yuanyi first tentatively tested him, and when he got a little response, he couldn't wait to hug Fang Fei tightly.

As if he was about to be swallowed suddenly, Fang Fei had a long-lost excitement for a moment.

"Well, Yang Yuan..."

Yang Yuanyi just kissed him harder.

The lips were slightly red and swollen, there was a bite mark on the chin, and the back of the neck was rubbed into a crimson color.Fang Fei couldn't even see it, but felt that he had a fever and continued to heat up. When he was taken a step away, he unconsciously climbed up to Yang Yuanyi, clinging to him, his legs seemed to be in the clouds, and he couldn't walk alone.

The distance from the entrance to the bedroom was a few meters away, and I didn't know how long it took, and my back fell into the fluffy quilt.

Fang Fei raised his head, breathing faster.He wanted to prop himself up to sit up, but just as he lifted up a little, Yang Yuanyi's hand was on the knee bone.

Yang Yuanyi lowered his eyes to stop his subconscious movements.

"do not move."

Fang Fei raised his head to look at the silhouette in the darkness, feeling himself trembling with excitement.

Yang Yuanyi ordered him in the tough tone he liked.

"Knees... apart."

The blackout curtains were so thick that Fang Fei couldn't see Yang Yuanyi's face clearly even after his eyes adjusted to the environment.In the deepness, Fang Fei seemed to be occupied with his five senses, and he was breathing rapidly.

Like a small boat being held hostage, going up and down again and again, the sea surged towards him, trying to throw him to the low clouds.But he couldn't get down on his feet, and suddenly fell like weightlessness in a trance, until he was brought into a broad embrace again.

Fang Fei was so excited that the corners of his eyes were moist, and he clasped Yang Yuanyi's shoulder tightly with his fingers.He wanted it, but was ashamed to say it.

But Yang Yuanyi knew it all, lowered his head and wiped the corners of his mouth, and chuckled as if contented.

He didn't play tricks, didn't look at Fang Fei's embarrassing words and actions, and knelt at the end of the bed to comfort Fang Fei softly. "Relax..."

The strength and temperature of the palms controlling the ankles are like a dream.

Fang Fei groaned and fell back, turned sideways, covered his head and face with the quilt, feeling more happy than satisfied.

He heard the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and Yang Yuanyi finally leaned halfway beside him, dragging his upper body into his arms and hugging him.

Putting his earlobe in his mouth and kissing, he whispered, "You're sweating..."

"Yang Yuanyi, sometimes I really hate you." Fang Fei said sullenly, "I also think it would be great if there was no Yu Nuo, and it would be great if we met again five years ago... If before filming "The Secret Lover", we It would be nice to be together. But I don't move forward these days, and neither do you—I hate you."

Through the quilt, Yang Yuanyi's words were a little vague.

"It won't happen in the future, I will walk towards you every step of the way."

"Do you love me the most?"

Breathing stopped for half a beat, Yang Yuanyi let out a long sigh in relief.

"I love you the most."