After the fake drama with the big guy was really done, it became popular

Matsutake was stunned for a moment when he heard this, he just realized that when Guan Chi played with him, the tacit understanding seemed to be very high, could it be that Guan Chi knew him before?

Matsutake expressed his doubts, and Guan Chi stared at him speechlessly.

When Guan Chi realized that Matsutake didn't seem to be joking with him, he frowned and said, "You won't be brainwashed by Fu Zhoushan, right? You don't remember me?"

Matsutake shook his head innocently, "I really don't know you."

Guan Chi was speechless for a moment, and said sadly: "I never thought that you, a pretty little matsutake, would also do this kind of trick of ignoring people when they become popular."

"I'm not..." Matsutake was a little aggrieved, he didn't know why the other party said that about him.

Guan Chi pulled Matsutake out of the set, went to a corner, and whispered: "It's okay, we can re-establish class friendship. Tell me first, what is the situation between you and Fu Zhoushan?"

Intuition told Matsutake that he should not tell the whole story, but only vaguely said: "We are together."

Although Matsutake had a premonition, he was still a little crazy when he heard this, and broke down: "Why are you so reluctant to think about it, so you followed him? Are you not afraid that he will sell you?"

Matsutake felt a little angry, in his heart Fu Zhoushan was perfect, he shook off Guan Chi's hand, leaving only one sentence: "My boyfriend treats me very well!"

just ran away.

Even Guan Chi couldn't catch up with him quickly, and watched him get into Fu's car.

"Master, shall we go home directly?" The private driver asked calmly. He saw the tugging between Matsutake and outsiders, and his expression didn't change much, but his professional ethics made him silently remember the young man, and he planned to go back later. Report to Fu Zhoushan.

Matsutake didn't notice this, he hugged his small bag and said sullenly: "Go home."

When Matsutake came home, he found that the door was not locked, so he couldn't help but let out a "ah" in doubt, "I remember locking the door when I went out."

Was it stolen?Are the security measures in such a high-end community so poor?

Matsutake opened the door cautiously, pinching the phone, ready to call the police at any time, but saw a familiar figure from behind on the sofa in the hall.

Fu Zhoushan is at home.

Matsutake heaved a sigh of relief, threw his small bag aside, hugged Fu Zhoushan from behind, rubbed his cheek against the side of his face, and shared his happy event with him: "Husband, I got an audition today. , I can go to act!"

Fu Zhoushan put down the newspaper in his hand, pinched Matsutake's chin, turned his face and kissed him on the lips, and said lightly: "I know you will live."

"I'm so happy, it's all the result of you rehearsing with me." Matsutake blushed slightly with excitement, and he sat beside Fu Zhoushan, resting his forehead on his shoulder, rubbing happily, like a clingy pretty little fox.

After rubbing for a while, I suddenly remembered that today should be Fu Zhoushan's work day, and asked, "Husband, why are you at home today?"

Fu Zhoushan glanced at him sideways, "There is nothing in the company, so I came back early. Why, you don't want me to come back?"

Then he said pointedly: "Could it be that there is a man hiding at home?"

Matsutake was startled, and quickly sat up straight, the hand holding Fu Zhoushan's arm was a little tight, "How is that possible?!"

Seeing that he was scared, Fu Zhoushan patted his hand and said comfortingly, "Okay, I'm just kidding you."

It would be great if the child was more honest, then he would never have to take out those photos in his mobile phone, Fu Zhoushan thought with his lips curled up.

The audition makeup on Matsutake's face hadn't been removed yet. Fu Zhoushan didn't like the smell, so he asked Matsutake to wash it off.

When Matsutake came out of the shower, Fu Zhoushan was still reading the newspaper.

Matsutake didn't want to disturb him, so he obediently sat next to Fu Zhoushan and studied the new script given to him by the director. Liu Cong said that it was a revised version by Teacher Runan.

After reading a few pages, he could see the difference from the previous version. The new script added a lot of scenes to Yu Jiuming, but it didn't grab the hero's scene, but added a lot before the hero and Yu Jiuming. Interactive scenes.

Matsutake frowned, fans might develop in another direction after such a drama was broadcast...

He shook his head, didn't dare to think about it, the author always had her reasons for such a change, anyway Matsutake finally got this opportunity, he won't give up easily.

but……

He had suspected it before, Mr. Runan seemed to be very friendly to him, he couldn't be his fan, right?But such an idea only flashed in Matsutake's mind for a moment, and then he rejected it. He didn't have many fans in the first place, so how could he happen to have such a big boss?

And Guan Chi, he doesn't have many friends in the circle, how did he know Guan Chi?

What happened before he lost his memory?

Matsutake hesitated for a while, then pulled the corner of Fu Zhoushan's clothes, saw him look over, and whispered, "Husband, have I forgotten a lot of things before?"

Fu Zhoushan's eyes darkened, and he looked down at him, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Matsutake looked at the ground and said with a little disappointment: "I always feel that I have forgotten many important things."

"With me here, it doesn't matter if you don't remember anything." Fu Zhoushan hugged the matsutake on his lap and said soothingly.

Matsutake frowned slightly, looked at him puzzledly, and didn't understand why he didn't tell himself, but still nodded obediently, lying in Fu Zhoushan's arms, and said softly, "I see."

Fu Zhoushan caressed on his back, narrowing his eyes dangerously where Matsutake couldn't see.

After such an unpleasant episode, Matsutake didn't talk to Fu Zhoushan when eating lunch or taking a nap.

Fu Zhoushan raised his eyebrows and looked at the child huddled up with his back facing him, feeling amused in his heart, but he didn't try to coax him too much. After taking a rest for a day, he also wanted to lie down comfortably for a while.

In the afternoon, Fu Zhoushan was drinking afternoon tea on the balcony. After a while, matsutake also came to his side.

"What's wrong?" Fu Zhoushan asked.

Matsutake held Fu Zhoushan's arm and looked at him expectantly, "Can my husband teach me how to use a sword?"

Yu Jiuming's most important scene was the final fairy gate meeting, and the weapon he used was the sword.

In order to perform better in the end, Matsutake felt that he had to be more proficient with the sword, and the movements he made would look much better.

When he was auditioning, the sword flower he pulled out was the only sword-playing move he knew. It was a trick he barely learned when shooting MVs when he was in love, or he only learned it after throwing swords countless times. It was used for practice. He broke two of the wooden swords.

However, Fu Zhoushan stopped holding the teacup and looked at him, "How do you know I can use a sword?"

He had studied martial arts for several years when he was a child, and he knew how to use some common weapons, but he seldom mentioned this to others, and he never mentioned it to Matsutake.

Matsutake was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect Fu Zhoushan to ask him this suddenly, and he was stopped by the question for a while, scratching his head, "I don't remember, but I just know."

Fu Zhoushan was surprised, but he didn't pursue it too much. Matsutake has been with him for a long time, maybe he saw it somewhere.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Matsutake tugged on Fu Zhoushan's sleeve and said coquettishly, "Teach me, will you?"

Fu Zhoushan wanted to tease him, so he deliberately said, "Then what do you call me?"

Matsutake blinked, and called him obediently: "Husband?"

Fu Zhoushan was dissatisfied, "Huh?"

Matsutake tilted his head, "Master?"

Fu Zhoushan was still dissatisfied, curled his lips, "Hmm..."

Matsutake thought for a while, and tentatively called: "Brother?"

Satisfied, Fu Zhoushan pinched Matsutake's chin and took a sip of incense from his lips, "Hey, what do you want to learn, I'll teach you."

"I want to learn how to sword." Matsutake said, wrapping his arms around Fu Zhoushan's neck.

"Okay." Fu Zhoushan picked him up and carried him to the room where he usually exercises.

Matsutake was startled, and struggled to jump out of his arms, but was afraid that he would fall and fall, "You...you let me down!"

"What do you call me?" Fu Zhoushan squeezed him with a smirk, and walked away while teasing him.

Matsutake's cheeks flushed red, and he shook his arms around Fu Zhoushan's neck, begging, "Brother, let me down."

"Call the master."

"Owner……"

"Call husband."

"husband……"

Fu Zhoushan put him on the ground, "Okay, here we are."

Matsutake: "..."

My husband is so bad, why is he always bullying others!

Matsutake stamped her feet angrily, bit her lip and stared at him.

Like an angry little puffer fish, Fu Zhoushan held his forehead dumbfounded. He didn’t realize how cute a child was before, so he had no choice but to hold Matsutake’s hand and coax him, “Okay, don’t be angry, you’ll get used to it in the future.” .”

Matsutake: "..."

The room where Fu Zhoushan usually exercises is very large, and the cold air from the central air conditioner blows comfortably, and the outside eyes shine into the room, making the room appear more spacious and bright.

He rummaged through the equipment hut beside him, found the wooden sword and flower gun he had used before, put the sword into Matsutake's hand, and whispered in his ear, "Are you still angry?"

Matsutake shook his head and whispered, "Not angry."

Fu Zhoushan returned to his usual indifferent look, looked intently at the person in front of him, held Matsutake's hand, supported his waist and made a gesture of starting, and said softly: "Relax, follow my movements."

The two were very close, and Matsutake could feel Fu Zhoushan's warm chest. When he looked at the person close to him, his heartbeat speeded up for no reason. He quickly turned his gaze back and nodded, "Okay."

Although Fu Zhoushan would bully him occasionally, but most of the time he was very kind to him, and he remembered that Guan Chi bad-mouthed Fu Zhoushan in front of him this morning, it was too much, Guan Chi didn't know his husband at all!

"Concentrate." Fu Zhoushan frowned and patted him.

Matsutake quickly regained consciousness, clenched the sword in his hand, "Yes!"

Under the guidance of Fu Zhoushan, he moved his hand with the sword and walked slowly. The movement of swinging the sword, which he found difficult to control before, suddenly became much smoother.

Matsutake's eyes lit up. He felt that Fu Zhoushan taught better than the movement instructor.

A set of movements made Fu Zhoushan walk with the matsutake three times, and Fu Zhoushan stopped, "You try it yourself."

Matsutake swallowed nervously, gripped the wooden sword tightly, "Okay."

Although Matsutake has a good memory, but in the face of action scenes that he is not good at, three times is still a bit too little, otherwise it would not have broken two swords to learn a sword-wielding flower.

He tried to recall the movements that Fu Zhoushan had taught him just now, made a gesture, turned the sword in his hand, turned his body according to the memory, and swung the sword in his hand.

Fu Zhoushan was sitting on the small sofa at one side, staring at the person who was concentrating on doing the movements. Although it looked awkward, he still remembered a lot in general, and he could just practice the fluency of the rest.

Soon, Matsutake's set of swordsmanship danced stumblingly, and when he reached the final ending posture, he happily said to Fu Zhoushan: "Master, how do you think I'm doing?"

Fu Zhoushan slightly curled his lips, "Will the apprentice bribe the master if the master is not satisfied?"

Matsutake tilted his head and looked at him, "How to bribe?"

Fu Zhoushan propped his hands on his chin, raised Erlang's legs leisurely, and looked at him with a half-smile, "The method is up to you, as long as I am satisfied."

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