After detonating the hot search

In the dark gray sky, Shen Huaijing walked slowly towards him.

Brows and eyes from blurred to clear, to the eyes.

Wen Nian felt unreal.

The soft sand that sinks under the next step magnifies this unreality infinitely.

The wind in his ear was still clamoring, but it couldn't beat his heartbeat at this moment.

Wen Nian didn't speak, but just looked at him fixedly.

Shen Huaijing laughed first, the thought of wanting to touch him overwhelmed everything, "Irrationality" went online again.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed against the side of Wen Nian's face: "Is it cold?"

Shen Huaijing's hands were slightly cold, but Wen Nian felt scalded.

He shook his head: "It's not cold."

"The face has been blown so that there is no temperature, and it is not cold."

"Where's the blanket?"

Wen Nian: "In the tent."

Shen Huaijing smiled: "Shall I get it or you?"

Wen Nian: "...I'll go."

Wen Nian seemed to be a programmed little robot that could almost only follow Shen Huaijing's words.

The temperature in the tent seemed to be a little higher than outside, and the face that had been blown cold by the wind warmed up, and the moment when Shen Huaijing was seen again through the light-transmitting curtain, the sense of reality that had not landed for a long time returned to the temperature.

It's the real Shen Huaijing.

After knowing it, my ears are a little red, and I also feel a little scared after I know it.

Wen Nian came out with two blankets and a small moisture-proof pad in his arms. Without saying a word, he dragged Shen Huaijing for a few hundred meters, until he reached a decorative rock wide enough to cover the two of them, and then said: "Then There might be cameras on the side."

"No, recording starts at 08:30 today."

Shen Huaijing looked at Wen Nian's red ears and smiled: "You are the only one who wakes up so early."

Wen Nian looked up at him.

Shen Huaijing raised his eyebrows slightly, and said "um" very innocently: "There is still me."

The tower lights in the distance were quietly lit, and the cold light was reflected on the sea surface, and the surging waves bent the outline of the round lights into a soft arc.

Shen Huaijing wrapped her boyfriend tightly with a blanket. During the whole process, the boyfriend was very quiet, didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just looked at him with those glass beads-like eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," Shen Huaijing was defeated first, and he smiled, "There is no camera here, but there may not be anyone here."

Wen Nian: "?"

"If you look at me like this again, I don't know what I will do."

"...I didn't look at you." Wen Nian didn't know what to say for a while, so he just lowered his head.

"Well, look at the tower lights." Shen Huaijing chuckled.

Wen Nian: "."

"How do you know about the tower lamp?" Wen Nian asked.

When they were discussing the tower lights yesterday, the live broadcast had been closed, and there was a problem with the signal on the island. The director team was busy debugging the equipment, but they didn't record it, so not many people knew about it.

If it wasn't for the live broadcast and the program group, then it could only be Shen Han who said it.

After Wen Nian asked, Shen Huaijing spread the moisture-proof mat on the beach, gathered the blanket around Wen Nian's neckline, and replied casually, "Yes."

"He said you wanted to see it."

"But I wasn't the only one who discussed getting up to look at it yesterday." After Wen Nian finished speaking, he saw another blanket that Shen Huaijing put on the side, "Blanket, wrap it up."

Shen Huaijing smiled, put on a blanket, and said, "It doesn't matter."

Wen Nian: "What doesn't affect?"

Shen Huaijing: "It doesn't affect others."

They couldn't make it through, but it didn't affect him to watch the tower lights with him.

The sea water swayed up to the beach not far away, Wen Nian turned his head, not knowing whether to look at the tower light or the waves.

It may be that the blanket is too thick, and the fingertips are steaming.

Wen Nian suddenly remembered something, and took out a small silver-white square from his coat pocket.

A compressed biscuit.

Because it was wrapped in the pocket for too long, it got a little warm.

Knowing that he definitely didn't have breakfast, Wen Nian handed over the compressed biscuit: "It tastes like red dates, it's not bad, it tastes a bit like halva."

"But the heat is a bit high."

Wen Nian didn't care when he ate it by himself. He thought about the calories when he wanted to give it to Shen Huaijing. Halfway through it, he wanted to take it back to look at the nutritional content list. Just as he made a move, Shen Huaijing grabbed his hand.

"What's wrong here?"

Wen Nian: "?"

Wen Nian lowered his head, and there were two small red bumps on the tiger's mouth near his wrist.

"A mosquito bite?" Shen Huaijing asked.

Wen Nian let out a "hmm", and stretched out his hand to grab it, but Shen Huaijing stopped his movement: "Don't touch it, it will itch."

"It doesn't itch." Wen Nian said.

The light was dim before, and Shen Huaijing didn't pay attention to it, but only now did he realize that there were many places where mosquitoes were bitten, including several around his neck.

He frowned: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yes, the program team put a lot of mosquito repellent equipment around the tent, and there are no mosquitoes in the tent." Wen Nian didn't care much.

Shen Huaijing smiled lightly: "Then what are these bites?"

Wen Nian: "."

Shen Huaijing did not know where to get out a small box of blue iron ointment: "Hand."

Wen Nian obediently stretched out his hand.

The ointment smells nice, with a hint of mint.

When applying the medicine for him, Shen Huaijing glanced away at the compressed biscuit: "He will let you eat this."

Wen Nian realized that the "he" was referring to Director Wu, and said, "It's not bad."

After wiping his hands, Shen Huaijing turned to wipe his wrists.

"Didn't the program crew prepare the ingredients last night?"

Wen Nian was silent for a while: "You have to complete the task before you can eat."

Shen Huaijing: "So it's not finished?"

Wen Nian: "...it didn't start."

Shen Huaijing: "?"

The program team was indeed very well prepared. The whole foam box was full of seafood, which was the main specialty of Shuangcheng. They even ordered a whole king crab from the seafood market for a huge sum of money, which was very popular.

"Then he assigned a task," Wen Nian said.

Shen Huaijing: "Well, and then."

Wen Nian touched his nose: "There is no future."

The king crab suddenly became unsavory. Afterwards, Director Wu tried to lure him and lowered the difficulty of the task again and again. A group of people just took a bite of compressed biscuits and a mouthful of water, enjoying themselves.

Shen Huaijing laughed.

As the dawn gradually dawned, Wen Nian looked at Shen Huaijing beside him: "When did you arrive in Shuangcheng yesterday...why didn't you tell me?"

Shen Huaijing wiped his wrists, rolled up his sleeves, and said casually: "It's late, I'm afraid I'll disturb you."

Wen Nian: "?"

Shen Huaijing: "."

Shen Huaijing clicked his tongue lightly.

Say it soon.

Sure enough, Wen Nian frowned.

He turned on his mobile phone, because Brother Lin had the habit of recording his itinerary, so he scrolled down the circle of friends, and he saw a circle of friends where the plane landed at 12 o'clock.

The latest one is at 03:30 in the morning, and the accompanying picture is a sea surface, saying that the sea is catching up with the early tide.

The deck can be seen vaguely in the lower right corner, it should be on a ship.

I also commented to myself: this day is not far from an untimely death.

Wen Nian: "."

"So you didn't reply to my message last night because you needed a plane?" Wen Nian asked.

Shen Huaijing raised his hand lightly and surrendered.

Wen Nian: "."

The plane landed in Shuangcheng at 12 o'clock, and it took more than an hour to get to Renyin Wharf by car.

Either Shen Huaijing woke up early, or he didn't sleep at all.

"You still have to record today, are you planning to stay up all night?" Wen Nian pursed his lips in a straight line, his voice became a little heavier.

"They were sleeping on the plane and the car," Shen Huai Jingshun Mao coaxed, "The recording didn't start until 08:30, and there was still time to rest."

In fact, there is not much difference from the original plan, except that one rests at the pier hotel and the other goes to the island first.

If I really want to say anything, it's just a time to look at the tower lights.

Shen Huaijing glanced at the phone screen.

Less than half an hour.

I didn't look at the tower light for half an hour, but my boyfriend's anger might not go away after half an hour.

"Where are you going to rest?" After speaking, Wen Nian paused.

After sleeping in a tent all night, he forgot that there was a villa behind him.

Also, if there is no place to rest on the island, Brother Lin will not follow.

"Then go to rest now," Wen Nian got up, and he didn't need any moisture-proof pads, "let me know when you get to the room."

Shen Huaijing turned to one side, and the few small bumps on Wen Nian's neck that had been bitten came into view again.

"Got it, let's go." Shen Huaijing said slowly.

Wen Nian's wrist was pulled.

Wen Nian subconsciously asked, "Where are you going?"

Shen Huaijing smiled: "Didn't you say to go to rest."

Wen Nian: "...I mean you."

Shen Huaijing led people inside: "The basement and top floor of this villa are reserved by the owner, and the program crew did not install a camera. The elevator from the basement can go straight to the fifth floor, so they can't take pictures."

Wen Nian: "."

Ding--

When the elevator reached the top floor, Shen Huaijing led Wen Nian to the inner room, entered the password, and the door unlocked.

As soon as you enter the entrance, you will find an open living room with curved panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows and a more neat ceiling without main lights. It is so spacious that it looks like there are one or two suites separated on top of a villa.

"You seem to be familiar with this place." Wen Nian was a little puzzled.

They wandered around the island yesterday and didn't notice the basement, but he found it quickly and knew that there were no cameras here.

The most important thing is... aren't the basement and top floor kept by the owner?How did he know the password?

"The people who developed this area are friends." Shen Huaijing turned on the ventilation and adjusted the room to sleep mode.

The sky, which was not considered bright at all, was tightly closed by blackout curtains.

"The room is cleaned regularly, and the sheets and quilts are very clean," Shen Huaijing said softly, "Go to sleep for a while."

"What about you?"

"Go and rush."

"Don't wait for me, sweetheart."

Wen Nian didn't feel sleepy at first, but he didn't know if it was the aromatherapy on the bedside that helped him sleep, or because he knew that Shen Huaijing was here, sitting by the bed, his consciousness became a little erratic.

When Shen Huaijing came out, Wen Nian was already lying on his side on the bed.

Half of his face was sunken in the white high pillow, and the black hair was loose on his forehead, which made his skin fairer.

He wasn't asleep, holding his cell phone, half-closed his eyes, and was adjusting the alarm clock.

Shen Huaijing walked over and set his alarm clock from 7:7 to 40:[-].

"40 is too late, I wake up at 7 o'clock, you should be late," Wen Nian said, "I won't disturb you."

He can get up after 4 o'clock without an alarm clock, which is a habit he has developed since he was a child. He subconsciously knows that something will happen at that time, and he wakes up naturally.

"40 minutes is enough time," Shen Huaijing locked the phone screen and put it on the bedside, "sleep well."

The bedside lamp cast a long and thin warm yellow light, and then slowly turned off.

There is no sound of people on the island in the sea at dawn, and the sound of the waves is far away. The only thing that can be heard is the heavy and melodious whistle of the fishing boat. After one or two sounds, it gradually fades away with the waves.

A piece sank by the side of the bed, and Wen Nian felt the warmth of Shen Huaijing.

Even with a little distance, he still felt that the temperature was climbing up bit by bit against his back.

With fingers curled up on the pillow, Wen Nian took a shallow breath and turned around suddenly.

The two faced each other.

He heard Shen Huaijing chuckle.

In the darkness, their breaths were entangled very closely.

"Why don't you give me a goodnight kiss?"

Wen Nian clenched his fingertips in his palm, and after a while, he said, "It's already morning."

Shen Huaijing is as good as he is: "Good morning kisses are fine too."

"Is there?" Shen Huaijing smiled.

"No..." Wen Nian opened his mouth, but finally didn't say anything.

There seemed to be clouds all over the sky in his mind, making his heart beat like a drum.

Ambiguity and silence are intertwined.

Shen Huaijing smiled, and suddenly said: "Have you ever kissed?"

The voice was as low as a whisper in the middle of the night.

All thoughts stopped.

The thunderclouds all over the sky broke through at this moment.

So lightning and thunder came in torrentially.

He remembered that Shen Huaijing had been in mainstream movies since his debut, as if...he had never filmed a kissing scene.

Not knowing where the confidence came from, Wen Nian said, "...you don't either."

In the darkness, Wen Nian felt that Shen Huaijing's breathing was short, and then he smiled lowly, with a tremor in his chest: "Yes, I didn't either."

"But now there is."

Wen Nian was still a little dazed, the back of his neck had been covered by Shen Huaijing's palm, and he moved towards him with a force different from any previous one.

He was held in Shen Huaijing's arms, and he raised his head with some difficulty, the breath of that person was on the tip of his nose and between his lips and teeth.

When the kiss was the most fierce, the palm covering the back of the neck suddenly lost its strength, and caressed like comforting.

It was chaos.

The heavy rain is still pouring in my mind.

It burned brightly again.