Coquettish

Xie Yan's heart beat fast, even faster than before.He jumped out of bed, didn't even have time to put on his shoes, and rushed to the door with bare feet, but when it came time to open the door, he hesitated, and then opened the door firmly.

Fu Qing stood outside, most of his body was drenched by the rain, his T-shirt was clinging to his body, even his abdominal muscles were obvious.He carried a small suitcase effortlessly in his left hand, and beside him was a black umbrella dripping with water.

Seeing Xie Yan, he smiled, his teeth were very white: "I'm done with work recently, so I came to see you."

That's an understatement, but it's not.There was a heavy rain here, and all flights were cancelled.Fu Qing took a plane from Ji'an overnight and landed in a neighboring province, then took a train, and changed to a car on the way to get here after a bumpy journey.

He didn't sleep all night, but he is still very energetic now.

Xie Yan's eyes lit up.Standing in front of the door, feeling a little embarrassed, he opened his mouth again, wanting to talk to Fu Qing.But maybe it's because he hasn't spoken for a long time, or maybe it's because of nervousness, the vocal cords don't obey his arrangement, and he can't make a sound.

He had no choice but to nod, stepped aside, and let Fu Qing in.

Fu Qing's eyes darkened, he could tell that Xie Yan's condition was not very good, and he was not angry.In the past, children didn't like to talk. Even when they met for the first time, on his 20th birthday, he was very unwilling to admit defeat, unlike now.But he knew it in his heart, but on the surface it seemed like he didn't know it.

He was tall and well-built, and his body had just been exposed to rain, and was covered with fresh moisture. Once he entered the room and closed the door, it seemed to be filled with his breath.

Xie Yan stayed in this room for two months and never felt cramped until Fu Qing came here.His heartbeat did not return to calm, his face was a little red, and he went straight to the bathroom to fill Fu Qing with bath water.

Fu Qing took a shower faster than usual, put on the clothes she brought, opened the door and walked out.

There was a storm outside, and there was no light, only a dim bedside lamp was lit inside, illuminating a small area around, everything was indistinct, as if covered by a layer of fog.

It was already winter in Ji'an, and he wore thick clothes on weekdays, so it was hard to tell if he was fat or thin.But this seaside town is different. It is midsummer all year round. At this time, the temperature is still very high, and there are few clothes.

Xie Yan was standing under the lamp, wearing a thin T-shirt and capri pants.The light poured down from the top of his head like a stream, dyeing the beautiful eyebrows with a layer of gold, and his chin was sharper than before.Perhaps it was because the clothes were too old, the neckline was wide open, exposing a large area of ​​snow-white skin, and the two butterfly bones on the back were clearly outlined and beautifully shaped.

Fu Qing walked in front of him and smiled softly: "I lost a lot of weight."

Xie Yan raised her head, she seemed to be a little puzzled, and there was an orange light in her eyes.

Fu Qing didn't wait for him to speak, but just paused, and then said: "Is it a lot of pressure to work so hard?"

Xie Yan's breath became short, and she seemed a little guilty, and shook her head.

He didn't know why he felt guilty.No matter whether he works hard or not, whether he is under a lot of pressure, or whether he can play, it is actually his own business.

But he would be happy because of Fu Qing's arrival, so he would naturally be nervous because of his inquiry.

Xie Yan didn't notice that from the moment Fu Qing came in, he no longer looked at problems from the perspective of "Lu Fengchun", and he was no longer nervous and sensitive because of contact with others.

Fu Qing knew that he might be conflicted with this topic, so it is not easy to ask more questions now, it can't solve the problem, but it can only make the children nervous, so he skipped this topic lightly, and then asked: "Where is the kitchen, I will cook for you. Too I'm so thin that I don't even have the strength to fight."

It was raining heavily outside, and the aunt who was invited to cook didn't come because she had something to do. The crew hid in their rooms and ate their own food.Xie Yan didn't have the habit of hoarding snacks, she was hungry from morning till now.

The yard is very large, and half of the crew lived there.The kitchen is at the far east, far away from Xie Yan's house, across the yard.Fu Qing is tall, holding a black umbrella, but it is very skewed, almost covering Xie Yan's head. Xie Yan is not the kind of person who wants to be taken care of like this, and he can't speak, so he can only stretch out his hand stubbornly He went to grab Fu Qing's hand holding the handle of the umbrella, and wanted to put the umbrella in the middle of the heads of the two of them.

It was raining heavily and the ground was wet and slippery. Fu Qing was worried that Xie Yan would slip during the dispute, so he didn't dodge and let Xie Yan move.

Xie Yan was stunned the moment he touched Fu Qing's hand.His hands are not small among men, but they are completely incomparable with Fu Qing's, and it is even difficult to grasp the opponent's clenched hands.

The two of them were deadlocked for a while.The back of Fu Qing's hand was covered with rainwater. It was originally cold, but as time went by, it gradually became hot.

Xie Yan could feel the heat spreading upward from the touching skin.

It's so hot, it looks like it's going to burn.

Xie Yan's face was reddened by the heat, and it was rare for him to admit his cowardice, but he still pretended to take it easy and retracted his hand.

Fu Qing explained to him: "The rain is blowing from your direction." He didn't think Xie Yan was willful, but thought that he was a little angry when he made a fuss.

Xie Yan nodded calmly.

As soon as Fu Qing lowered his head, he could see Xie Yan's face, a little red.He remembered what happened just now, Xie Yan's hands were not soft, his fingers were thin and long, and he could clearly feel Xie Yan's well-defined joints sinking into the back of his hand one by one.

For the next section of the road, Xie Yan was very quiet, half a step behind Fu Qing, and followed at a leisurely pace.

Until I ran into the assistant director on the road.

The assistant director is a heavy smoker, and he will feel panicked if he doesn't smoke for a day.Although it was stormy outside, but there was no smoke in the house, he still ran out and knocked on the door of the canteen and bought a whole pair. When he came back, he bumped into Xie Yan and Fu Qing who were going to the kitchen.

Fu Qing was a stranger, he had never seen it before, so he asked: "Xie Yan, who is this?"

As soon as the words came out, the assistant director realized that Xie Yan couldn't speak, and was about to ask Fu Qing again, but heard two sentences from the noisy rain.

"my brother."

"His brother."

Said it almost at the same time.

One sentence was said by the stranger Fu Qing, and the other sentence was said by Xie Yan.Xie Yan hasn't opened her voice for two months, and now her voice is very low and a little hoarse.

The assistant director was stunned for a moment, and soon smiled again: "It's your family who came to see you, that's great, you treat them well."

Fu Qing also smiled, and he leaned over to Xie Yan and said in a low voice: "What a good boy."

The assistant director said goodbye to Brother Xie Yan, and passed by Sun Huaijun's room before returning to his own room, walked in and said, "Old Sun, you may have miscalculated this time, Xie Yan's brother is here, it seems to help him play, You were just talking to me."

Sun Huaijun asked, "Are you tall, with short hair and fierce growth?"

The assistant director nodded and asked, "Hey, do you even know Xie Yan's brother?"

Sun Huaijun smoked a cigarette and mocked indifferently: "Oh, brother, brother."

At this time, Xie Yan and Fu Qing had already walked to the kitchen. Fu Qing put away the umbrella, stood at the door, went in and opened the refrigerator, and began to think about what to prepare.

Xie Yan looked at Fu Qing's busy back.He's not stupid, maybe he didn't understand it at first, but now he can guess why Fu Qing came here.

He has been stuck in the play, always playing the role of Lu Fengchun, knowing that this state is wrong, but he has never struggled seriously, and even let it go until his feet are deep in the mud.

Fu Qing came to pull herself up.

He didn't say, "You're not Lu Fengchun."

Instead, tell yourself with every move: "You are Xie Yan."