I'm off powder

Shen Huai's complexion was not very good.

He is a star highly praised by fans, where has he ever been insulted like this?

Although he usually has a positive and sunny image in front of people, when encountering such a thing, no matter how good-tempered he is, he will get angry.

But Gu Yucong's face was darker than Shen Huai's.

When Shen Huai explained patiently halfway through, Gu Hanshi, who hadn't had time to change out of his pajamas, walked in.

Gu Hanshi also pointed to the door, and said to Gu Yucong, "Get out for me."

The movements, eyes, and frowning look are exactly the same as Gu Yucong.

Gu Yucong was stubborn, his eyes were like a little leopard: "Brother!"

Gu Hanshi's expression turned cold, and he said word by word: "This, here, is, my, home."

After Gu Yucong walked out, Gu Hanshi apologized to the "frightened" Shen Huai, and said with a smile: "The brat is spoiled by the family, and has a weird temper. He has the same attitude towards everyone, and they are all bad." Except him.

"Ah, it's okay. I have a weird temper too."

Gu Hanshi nodded: "Do you still want to sleep? I'm going to make breakfast."

When Shen Huai was changing clothes and washing, Gu Hanshi said a few words to Gu Yucong outside.

So when Shen Huai walked out of the room, although Gu Yucong, who was sitting on the sofa and fiddling with the computer, didn't look up at him, he didn't say anything.

Gu Yucong is habitually cold.

Shen Huai naturally wouldn't put a hot face on a cold butt, so he ignored him.

Gu Hanshi moved very fast, and the breakfast he made was quite rich, steaming hot and fragrant.

He scooped up a bowl of whole grain porridge for Shen Huai, and then gave the big spoon to Gu Yucong: "Here, do it yourself."

Gu Yucong curled his lips: "Brother, you usually don't cook breakfast."

"No time, no energy." Gu Hanshi glanced at him indifferently, "Did I say that I will provide you with three meals?"

Gu Yucong's expression changed, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything in the end.

The three of them finished their breakfast quietly, and after eating, Shen Huai helped Gu Hanshi clean up the dishes.

In the kitchen, Shen Huai lowered his voice and said, "Actually, your brother is not bad. It seems that he likes you very much."

"is it?"

Gu Hanshi laughed lightly, he couldn't see any joy, and his brows and eyes were even a little cold.

Shen Huai didn't know if he said something wrong again.

It feels like the relationship between the two brothers is a bit complicated.

When Shen Huai left, Gu Yucong happened to be leaving too.

Shen Huai watched him pick up his backpack and asked, "Where are you going? I drove a car to pick you up."

Gu Yucong wanted to say "no", but when he saw Gu Han was looking at him, he changed his words and said, "It's not convenient to go to Z University if you don't know."

Shen Huai knew in his heart that Gu Hanshi was a little unhappy seeing them before, and wanted them to take this opportunity to relax.

"By the way. Can I take you to the side entrance of your school? There are fewer people there." After all, he is a public figure.

Gu Yucong nodded.

Gu Hanshi looked very satisfied.

Of course, Gu Yucong's meekness was shown in front of Gu Hanshi.

As soon as he went out, Gu Yucong's whole face looked displeased.

After getting in the car, Gu Yucong played with his mobile phone for a while, looking absent-minded.

Shen Huai glanced at him: "What do you want to say, or what do you want to ask, don't hold it in. It will make you sick."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yucong put the phone back into his pocket, looked at Shen Huai's profile and asked, "What's your relationship with my brother?"

Shen Huai: "..."

——Damn it, are young people nowadays so straightforward?

Shen Huai turned the steering wheel slowly, deliberately pretending not to understand: "What does it matter?"

Gu Yucong was still tender after all, his face flushed, and the veins on his forehead burst out, and he said with restraint: "My brother... likes that...do you know?"

Shen Huai: "..."

"Has he ever told you?"

"Does he like men? Yes."

Gu Yucong: "!!! He didn't tell me clearly! Why did he tell you!"

"do not know."

"Does he like you? Or do you like him? Do you like men too?"

Shen Huai glanced at him: "No, kid, don't ask so many questions."

"You're not a few years older than me."

Gu Yucong muttered something in a low voice, with a gloomy look on his face, as if he was sullen.

Shen Huai vaguely knew what he was angry about, and felt that he should say something, but this kid is short-tempered, if he makes him angry instead, wouldn't it be an annoyance for himself?

After thinking for a while, he asked, "Are you from Z University? What did you study in college?"

It's just looking for something to say.

"computer."

"Oh. Is it fun?"

"good."

"The house..."

"My dad is an architect, and my mom works in a bank. Gu Hanshi and I are half-brothers. My parents got married after his mom passed away and gave birth to me. Are there any questions?"

Shen Huai: "..."

With this attitude, what problem can he have?

How dare he have any questions?

"My brother's relationship with his family is relatively normal. After all, it's not the original family. But my brother and I have a good relationship. I didn't tell my family about my brother's sexual orientation. I discovered it myself, and he didn't know that I already knew it. "

Gu Yucong paused, staring at Shen Huai and said: "This matter can be big or small. Plus his occupation...my brother has never done this to anyone. I don't know if he likes you or not, but if you If you don't like him, don't provoke him too much, let him misunderstand or something. He is very kind and emotional. "

Gu Yucong's words can be said to be very rude.

Shen Huai felt a little sharp in his ears.

But this kid also feels sorry for his brother, and he has a good intention.

It's just that the emotional intelligence is too low, and I can't say good things well.

Fortunately, I am magnanimous, and I am too lazy to argue with him.

As soon as Shen Huai returned to the company after seeing off Gu Yucong, he received a WeChat message from Gu Hanshi.

【Has Gu Yucong arrived at school yet? 】

【mission completed. 】

【Thanks.He didn't say anything offensive, did he? 】

Shen Huai raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, and typed: [No.Very harmonious. 】

Gu Hanshi sent a smiling expression.

The most primitive kind of smile.

Shen Huai's hands trembled.

— Forget it, the elderly may not know the meaning behind this expression.

There was an ad shoot for men's razors today. Shen Huai didn't sleep well last night, and his mental outlook was not good. He was disgusted by the makeup artist: "Why are there so many eye bags at such a young age..."

Zhao Zhao next to him flattered him in a timely manner: "This is not a bag under the eyes, it is obviously a lying silkworm."

Shen Huai coughed: "I had something to sleep late yesterday. Cover it up."

He has always been called "naturally beautiful" in the industry, his skin is better than many actresses, and his makeup is very light. Today, he made an exception and asked the makeup artist to do "heavy hand". I feel pain on my forehead and chin, and there are signs of stuffy acne.

"It feels like an allergy."

After the shoot, the makeup artist helped him remove his makeup, frowning: "Otherwise, go to the hospital to have a look. There are little red dots."

"Get used to it. Just take an allergy medicine and it will be over."

Shen Huai asked Zhaozhao to go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine, and he habitually went into his bag to fumble for his wallet.

——His ultra-thin masks are kept in his wallet for emergencies.

But now I haven't touched the wallet after touching it for a long time...

He thought for a moment, then suddenly realized.

I put it on the bedside table before going to bed yesterday, and was reminded by Gu Yucong in the morning, so I forgot about it.

There are a lot of things in his wallet, the most important thing is that there is also a USB flash drive, which contains some materials that Zhang Yue will read when he returns to the company.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Shen Huai took out his mobile phone and dialed Gu Hanshi's number.

"Wallet? I put it on my body, and I wanted to send it to your company later. I sent you a WeChat message, but it seems that the signal here is not good, so I didn't send it out."

Through the mobile phone, Shen Huai heard Gu Hanshi's howling wind.

He was stunned for a moment - didn't Gu Hanshi's legs and feet still not recover?Already at work?

"Are you in a hurry?"

"I'm in a hurry." Shen Huai mentioned the USB flash drive to him, and then asked him, "Where are you? I just finished filming the advertisement here, and it's at Xinren Manor. I can come and get it myself."

Gu Hanshi was quiet for a few seconds.

"I'm here at the cemetery in the north of the city."

Shen Huai subconsciously said "Huh?" "Is it convenient for me to come here? It's not very far."

"Come here."

In fact, Zhao Zhao can drive there to get it, but Gu Hanshi is in a place like a cemetery.

Listening to tone is not for work.

He should not be very happy to let himself go.

So Shen Huai thought about it, and still felt that it would be better for him to go there in person.

Zhao Zhao watched as Shen Huai finished taking allergy medicine, and then handed over the car keys to Shen Huai.

Although he felt strange, he didn't talk too much.

Because it is in the suburbs, there are really few cars, and there are few traffic lights, so the road is unimpeded, and it takes more than ten minutes to reach the cemetery in the north of the city.

When Shen Huai got out of the car, a strong wind mixed with the smell of weeds blew past. In such a warm season, it brought a sense of desolation.

It was already past the Ching Ming Festival, and when I looked over, I couldn't see a few people.

Under the guidance of the tomb guards, Shen Huai found Gu Hanshi without much effort.

He was wearing a white cotton shirt and black trousers, standing against the wind, with his head slightly lowered in front of the tombstone.

Like an old cypress tree.

The warm wind blew past, and Shen Huai shivered.

He called Gu Hanshi.

When Gu Han turned his head, there was a trace of moisture in his eyes.

"Here it is."

"Ah." Shen Huai nodded, looked at the tombstone, "This is..."

"My grandmother."

Today is Gu Hanshi's grandmother's death day.

He seemed to know the tomb guard very well, so he asked for an extra small bench, and sat in front of the tomb with Shen Huai, looking at the quietly burning joss sticks.

"Sorry to have you come here."

Shen Huai shook his head: "That... your grandma... when..."

"It was when "The Sewer Poet" was filmed. That movie took a long time, and I didn't even see the last side of her."

Eight years have passed, and the old matter is brought up again, and Gu Hanshi's eyes are still full of sadness.

It's tears.

Shen Huai looked at him and asked, "You and your grandma have a good relationship, right?"

"Well. Six months after my mother passed away, my father remarried. I don't have a good relationship with that family. It seems that since then, my relatives have only my grandma left."

"Actually, grandma has been ill for a long time. I know in my heart that she may leave at any time. But there are always some luck."

"Through the years, I often think, if I don't make that movie..."

"But my grandma always urges me to live a normal life, work normally, and don't ask for leave."

"She said that what should come will always come."

"People are too small. They can't fight against fate."

"Actually, she knew that day would come a long time ago, and she even waited for a long, long time."

He sighed.

The posture with the head down is more desolate than that of a lone goose.

Shen Huai suddenly thought of a sentence in an article he read a long time ago:

"It's good that you're gone, otherwise I'd always worry about you leaving.

But I don't have a grandmother anymore. "

Shen Huai is different from Gu Hanshi.

He has no deep love and memory for his loved ones.

Empathy, only that kind of loneliness.

"It hit me hard. So I quit after that. Depressed for a long time."

Gu Hanshi glanced at Shen Huai: "Actually, my mental quality is not very good."

"Ah, me too." Shen Huai bent the corner of his mouth, "It's very fragile. It's like potato chips, if you're not careful, you'll 'click'..."

Shen Huai cleaned up broken potato chips.

The jokes are cold.

Gu Hanshi laughed.

The eyebrows and eyes are curved, and the eyes are clear.

Shen Huai watched him smile, and suddenly a subtle feeling rose in his heart.

Gu Hanshi tilted his head, looked at him and suddenly asked, "What's wrong with your face? And your neck."

Shen Huai was taken aback for a moment, then touched his neck subconsciously, and was startled by the rough touch of his fingertips.

"I'm allergic." He muttered, "I just took the medicine."

"It doesn't seem to be back. It seems to be getting worse. It's windy here. You should go back first. Go to the hospital. It won't get worse."

Shen Huai hesitated.

"I'm fine." Gu Hanshi smiled and shook his head, "Well, it's almost time. I'll go down the mountain with you."

"No, no, no." Shen Huai quickly waved his hands, "You continue to chat with your grandma, once a year, don't worry about me."

"Let's go. If we continue talking, my grandma will think I'm annoying."

The afterglow of the sunset fell.

A line of returning birds flitted past.

It was the same narrow path, and for the first time in many years, he was not walking alone.

His legs and feet are inconvenient, and Shen Huai's pace is a little faster than his.

After walking for a while, Shen Huai suddenly realized something, slammed on the brakes, and turned around: "I forgot that your leg is still not good. Am I walking too fast?"

Gu Hanshi smiled: "I can still keep up."

Shen Huai nodded, and automatically retreated to his side.

The two are about the same height. In terms of body shape, Shen Huai has been exercising all year round and is a bit more muscular.

The sense of youth in him is even heavier.

Gu Hanshi quickly and quietly glanced at him.

Shen Huai's profile is handsome, even though small red bumps appear on his face due to allergies, they are still so clean that people feel distant and untouchable.

The author has something to say: After writing this chapter, I feel a little sad......

I feel even more worried when I think that there is no manuscript saved……………………