What should I do if I personally disassembled my fan's CP! [Entertainment]

Xu Qixing felt that he was like a burst of cold frost just now, but he didn't expect the wind direction to change suddenly, and when he swung his head back, he turned into an eggplant beaten by the frost in a blink of an eye.

His head seemed to have turned into a temple bell in a temple on the mountain. When he was hit hard, all the echoes were "Son, son, son..."

Zhuang Yan saw that he was bewildered by the big change, and couldn't hold back his joy. He lowered his head to comfort the worried mother Zhuang: "It's okay, he is my friend. He is an actor. He came to me to help him with the scene. He It’s just that a while ago you always saw that domineering prince falling in love with my leading man.”

Zhuang's mother pierced her son's side with sharp eyes, and looked at Xu Qixing probingly from the narrow slit at the side of the video.

Suddenly seeing a friendly and handsome young man from the house of his introverted son who lived alone, it was like a flower suddenly blooming in a large desert.Even if this young man looks fierce, he is still a beautiful but dangerous piranha—after all, it adds some color to the desert.

The analytical level in Zhuang's mother's head can't reach the point of contact with the protagonist in the favorite drama, which is insignificant compared with her son's life-long events.

She asked suspiciously euphemistically: "Are you really a friend?" Just a friend?

Zhuang Yan connected to his mother's brainwaves in a second, and couldn't help but express his acceptance speech with tears in his heart: Thank you cctv, thank you cntv, thank my mother, her trust in her son has grown to the point where she believes that her own son's charm is of a higher grade The lads can get it.

He nodded sadly: "It's really a friend." Anyway, it's just a friend now.

Xu Qixing also took two steps closer, and explained in a firm tone: "It's really a friend!" And maybe maybe it can only be a friend...

When Xu Qixing was thinking about the future, he thought about how to introduce Zhuang Yan to his stubborn father many times, and how he could protect Zhuang Yan and overcome the obstacles from his family. Naturally, he also thought about how Zhuang Yan's parents would think of him , is it harsh, is it hysterical, or is it empathetic and reluctant to accept?

He thought that first of all, he must be dignified in suits and leather shoes, and show his self-cultivation and demeanor. No matter what problems he encounters and what kind of face he faces, he must be prepared to be tolerant and generous, and strive to obtain a basic "people are pretty good, but it's a pity that they are a man." Men's review...

Sleeping messily in flip-flops and beach shorts, Xu Qixing looked down at himself, and he assured that he didn't usually meet the takeaway boy in this kind of dress code.

The most important thing is that the first time he met his parents, he knew whether his son had a nose or an eye!It is conceivable that Zhuang's mother must be very wrong in her heart.

In his heart, Xu Qixing lit himself a two-person hugging everlasting bright immortal wax.

Over there, Zhuang's mother and Zhuang Yan said a few more words, but he didn't dare to get close, and it was difficult to turn around and run away. He couldn't hear what he said clearly while walking.

Suddenly there was a voice in my ear, "Oh, it seems that you are going to be dark that day. Xiao Xu didn't go back to rest at such a late hour, so I have to check the script with you? The body is the capital of the revolution, you work hard, don't get tired. Can."

Xu Qixing suddenly came back to his senses, his heart raced, and he tried to figure out the eight hundred meanings in Zhuang's mother's words like a dead sheep, and after much deliberation, he finally said: leave and we'll be done!

He tried his best to make himself laugh rich, strong, democratic, civilized, harmonious, free, equal, just, ruled by law, patriotic, dedicated, honest and friendly. Anyway, he is the most gentle and stable socialist outstanding young man: "I was about to come over to say hello to Zhuang Yan, and then I went back. I didn't expect to scare you. Yes, I'm really sorry. Don't worry, I will help you take care of him, rely on your parents at home and friends when you go out. "

Zhuang's mother seemed to have recovered a lot from the shadows, and praised him with a smile. The two said goodbye. Straightening his back, walking gracefully, he disappeared on the balcony without haste, and then disappeared into the sound of the door opening and closing.

Zhuang Yan and his mother watched Xu Qixing go away together, their eyes were slightly blurred.

Zhuang Yan was caught off guard by Xu Qixing's play after scene. He looked at the sun that had completely sunk into the bottom of the sea, and estimated that it would be dark outside in 5 minutes. How dare Xu Qixing leave alone?

Zhuang's mother just came back from the gossip, and now she thought of the overbearing prince, and she sighed in admiration: "In the finale, the prince brought the princess back to the modern age, so it must be like this? I see him in modern clothes. It’s still handsome in ancient clothes!”

Zhuang Yan helplessly explained to his mother about life on the island, telling her not to worry.I accompanied his mother to recall passionately the Mary Su drama that made her a middle-aged woman blush and heartbeat, and agreed to ask for an autograph for her, and then hung up the phone.

As soon as the screen went dark, Zhuang Yan turned around and ran towards the door of the living room, opened the door and ran a few steps, stood on tiptoe at the intersection and looked into the distance - there was no one in sight.

Zhuang Yan was worried, afraid of Xu Qixing's embarrassment and running away halfway, and also because his phone broke and couldn't contact him, so he ran forward a few steps unwillingly and carefully distinguished from the darkness for a while, then kicked The small stone on the ground walked back, intending to ask Meng Jin and Xu Qie if he had made it there.

Under the steps of the cabin, a dissatisfied voice suddenly came from the shadow of a bush: "You came back because you couldn't see it? Don't chase me?"

Zhuang Yan was taken aback, and through the warm light from the half-open door, he managed to see a squatting figure docilely curled up like a big dog.

He hurried over, walked in and saw Xu Qixing's raised face clearly, it really looked like a big dog, his aggrieved ears seemed to droop down, his head was downcast, and he was staring at him with wet eyes.

When he just ran out, his mind was full of the lingering embarrassment and frustration just now, and he felt that he had slammed into a refrigerator outside the hard-to-open cabinet door, which was not helpful.

Every second I think about it, I feel suffocated, so I can only try to divert my attention and look at the surrounding scenery.

Xu Qixing didn't expect it to get dark so fast, and felt that the power of God's phone was not much better than that of his mobile phone that night. As expected, the bigger the screen, the more power it consumes, and the huge sunset afterglow couldn't last for 10 minutes.

There was no porch light on the wooden house, and he didn't have a mobile phone to illuminate it. Looking at the black void five meters away, Xu Qixing sat close to the wall of the wooden house, huddled in the bushes, and barely felt a little safe.

But in the wild at night, climbing ladders are almost running, the waves are far away, insects and birds are singing, and geckos are rushing up to the roof. Xu Qixing is so startled that his nerves jump and he forces himself to numb himself with the embarrassing meeting just now. , Fight poison with fire.

But when Zhuang Yan came out to look for him, he felt that the phone call lasted as long as a century.

Zhuang Yan knew why, and thought it was funny, bent over and touched his head, and deliberately asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Xu Qixing let out a weary breath, and sighed unrequited love: "Life is with me, day after day." He pushed Zhuang Yan's hand away, stood up shaking on his knees: "It's a day, I once Once again."

Zhuang Yan's heart dropped when he saw him, and now he smiled and walked into the room to comfort him: "My mother has watched your drama, and she likes you so much, she even asked you for an autograph. Big star, I will sign for her later." One?"

Xu Qixing took a breath, recovered a little, and asked with hope: "Really? Auntie asked me for an autograph?" That doesn't seem to bother me.

After thinking about it, the ears drooped again: "Who are you fooling, your mother has watched my drama and still can't recognize me, you can fool me."

Zhuang Yan saw that he was so fresh, he was still skinned after being burnt like that last night, why did such a small thing get a heavy blow today: "No, isn't yours an ancient costume, suddenly it's modern, my mother didn't recognize it .”

Ancient costumes... Xu Qixing slowly recalled his recent costume drama, and couldn't help but be stunned by Lei's old blood, and asked tremblingly in a dying struggle: "Your mother, which one is your mother watching? It must be the one of the young prime minister, right?" That film I made was okay, and the story was not bad, I..."

Zhuang Yan interrupted him: "No, I just replayed that one. The overbearing prince fell in love with me. My mother watched the live broadcast and replayed it again and again."

Xu Qixing: "..." It was too late for him to change his image. I wonder if it would be easier for Zhuang Yan to change his mother?

What kind of premeditation or whatever, it's because the plan can't keep up with the changes, and the changes can't keep up with other people's cremation.

Xu Qixing waved his hands with heavy steps, and walked into the bedroom sadly with his back: "Don't you still want to write a script? Write it, I want Jingjing, don't ask me who Jingjing is."

Zhuang Yan nodded. Just as he was about to turn around and go to the living room to use the computer, Xu Qixing's call suddenly came from behind him: "Bring the computer and write in the bedroom."

Zhuang Yan: "...Will that delay your thinking about you?"

Xu Qixing lay down on the bed, picked up the quilt and rolled it inside, revealing the outer half of the bed: "It's okay, it's fine if you don't have to be quiet. Today I'll sleep inside, and you sleep outside."

Zhuang Yan couldn't stand him flirting like that when he had nothing to do, and his ears became hot.Thinking that he hadn't recovered yet, he quickly said, "No, you sleep on the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor."

Xu Qixing sat up vigorously: "How can I do that?"

Zhuang Yan smiled: "It's okay, I'll spread a plastic sheet on the floor, and then take a few sets of quilts from the cabinet to spread it on. You are still sick, and the two of you are too crowded to sleep, so you can't rest well."

How could Xu Qixing be willing to let him suffer this crime? He wanted to hold him in his hands after he came here, not to kill him.

He anxiously reprimanded: "I can't! Otherwise, I might as well go back to sleep! What if I put you to sleep and catch a cold? Besides, the ground is so hard!"

Zhuang Yan sighed: "I'm a big man, and I'm not the Princess and the Pea. Besides, I have to revise the book. I don't know when it will end, and I won't be able to sleep for long."

The bed is really small, and two people are really intimate when stacked together.Yu Yaoguang's half-truths and half-false words during the day are still doubtful in his heart, and he wants to get close to Xu Qixing, but he doesn't want to fight directly with Xu Qixing, so he wants to be in the same room with Xu Qixing, but he doesn't want to share the same bed anymore pillow.

The two couldn't stop arguing, and their request to sleep on the ground was ruthlessly rejected. Xu Qixing had no choice but to ask him to clean up the computer and move the small table, and lay the floor for him himself.

Xu Qixing emptied the three quilts in the closet and spread them, but they still felt hard to the touch, so he turned around and pulled his own quilt to spread, touched it, and pulled another quilt.

Finally, the softness that he was satisfied with, he turned back and lay down on the bed tiredly... With a bang, he grinned.

After Zhuang Yan set up the table and computer, he sat cross-legged beside his bed, Xu Qixing relied on his cowardly character that he had let go long ago, and put his arm on Zhuang Yan's lap without blushing or panting: "I I have to touch someone to sleep, otherwise I don't feel safe."

Zhuang Yan looked down at the little soldering iron on his leg that exudes a strong sense of presence, rubbed it twice through a thin layer of pants, and found a comfortable position to put it on. His face was steaming and he joked: "Little girl goes to the toilet Just holding hands, you want to hold hands even when you sleep?"

Xu Qixing seriously thought about the operability of holding hands. Although it is very tempting, the context of little girls is something he can't avoid now.He was struggling to overthrow all the possibilities of being labeled as a sissy, so he could only shake his head regretfully: "Just stick to any place, and you don't need to hold hands."

The crackling sound of the keyboard next to his ear made him angry if it was so noisy when he was sleeping, but today he felt at ease listening to it, and he fell asleep unconsciously after listening to it.

He slept very deeply that night, Xu Qixing was still a little dazed when he woke up, he tilted his head and looked outside through the open window.

He hasn't watched the sunrise on purpose yet, when he saw himself waking up at such a wonderful time, his first reaction was to look down at Zhuang Yan under the bed, wanting to wait for Zhuang Yan to get up and go outside with him to watch the sun crawling from under the sea level come up.

As soon as he turned around, he realized that half of his arm was so numb that he had forgotten about it. At this moment, he was hanging on the ground with his palm facing up, being pressed under Zhuang Yan's face.Zhuang Yan was still sleeping facing him, his mouth opened slightly unconsciously, his thumb brushed Zhuang Yan's lips with his breath, and poked vaguely into Zhuang Yan's slightly opened mouth...

It's as if a fingertip is sucked.

Xu Qixing forgot how excited he was to get Zhuang Yan up to watch the sunrise. He watched his thumbs poke and poke between Zhuang Yan's lips as if possessed, and looked at the treasure held in his palm. Zhuang Yan's white and delicate face was ignorant, and he felt that the little brother below him seemed to be pulling and tugging with the thread in the flag raiser's hand, slowly rising up, supporting half of the sky.

He looked and watched... Zhuang Yan frowned suddenly, as if half awake, rubbed his face against the palm of his hand, and then seemed to feel something foreign between his lips, and impatiently pushed the tip of his tongue away Burying his face deeper into Xu Qixing's palm, the moaning stopped again.

Xu Qixing pouted straight and pouted his limp thumb that had just been swept by the tip of Zhuang Yan's tongue. He was afraid that Zhuang Yan would find out when he woke up, and looked at the other person as if he had fallen asleep again. Touching Zhuang Yan's eyelashes, they are fluffy, and there are still some wet tears in the corners of the eyes.

Zhuang Yan suddenly half-opened one eye, squinted to look at the past, and it took him a long time to focus on Xu Qixing, his nasal voice was muffled and soft: "What are you doing, I feel itchy."

Xu Qixing felt guilty and short of breath, he withdrew his hand and forcibly slapped him uprightly: "You, my hand is numb from your pillow, and I dare not pull it for fear of waking you up."

Zhuang Yan rubbed his eyes: "I slept with your hand on my pillow?"

Seeing that he opened his eyes and refused to recognize anyone, Xu Qixing stretched out his hand in front of him: "Of course! Look at your imprint, and you even rubbed your tears on my fingers!"

Zhuang Yan stared hard at Xu Qixing's hand, and yawned: "How could you cry in sleep?"

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xu Qixing insisted on touching him: "Touch it! It's still wet! It's not tears or anything!"

Zhuang Yan hid for a while, and said with a smile: "Maybe it's eye shit."

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