【Kaiyuan】Shewu Blurred

[We are all living our own lives for the first time, so we will be clumsy and unfamiliar, so we will feel sorry, so it is okay to make a small mistake. 】

The open arms, the smile in the eyes.

This movement, this expression, are all too familiar.

It happened many times in the past, Wang Yuan sometimes couldn't tell whether Wang Junkai was serious or joking, he was afraid of getting the wrong meaning, he was afraid of the embarrassment of responding wrongly, so he always ignored it as a joke.

But at this moment, it's different.

Wang Junkai traveled 17 kilometers to say "Happy [-]th birthday" to him.

So, want to give it a try?Is this embrace sincere or a joke.

Hesitantly, Wang Yuan took two steps forward.

Wang Junkai was a little surprised by his different reaction from the past, and his eyes fell on his face, capturing the hesitation and imperceptible shyness.

The tip of his heart seemed to be pinched by a soft little hand, and he couldn't help reaching out to grab Wang Yuan's arm, which could be fully grasped with one hand, and brought it to his shoulder, and then carefully wrapped it around his thin waist.

Zoom in until the distance is zero.

The person in his arms was even slender than imagined.

The breath is all too familiar, refreshing, sweet, and warm, as if it can call out the suppressed addiction deep inside.

Wang Junkai never thought that hugging someone would cause unbearable pain in the heart.

This person is Wang Yuan, for him I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune.

Both the body and the brain began to struggle, wanting to tighten their arms and press the skin inch by inch, but they didn't dare, for fear of crushing the slender bones with too much force.

Reason says it can't, but emotion is always dissatisfied.

The embrace was nothing like its owner.

There is no youthful recklessness and impatience, but careful and gentle, which makes people want to cry.

Wang Yuan never thought that a hug from one person could be so gentle.

And this person is Wang Junkai, which made him feel even more indescribably moved.

Limbs were as weak as if immersed in warm water, breathing seemed to be addicted after crying, affecting a trace of depression in his chest, as if saying that even at this distance, he was still not satisfied.

If some things don't happen, you will never know how much you look forward to.

The necks intertwine, the skin touches, and the chest presses tightly.

The originally completely different breaths merged violently, regardless of each other.

The original difference in body surface temperature is neutralized and then normalized.

What is being kneaded in the hands is the most delicate shoulder blade, as if with a little force, the sharp edges and corners will cut the palm of the hand, leaving indelible marks.

The arms are embracing the gentlest shoulders, making one unable to bear the weight of the whole body hanging on them, wrapping around to prevent him from leaving at all.

When inhaling, I couldn't help but use more force in my chest, as if only the other party's breath in the air could soothe my restless emotions.

When exhaling, it was difficult to calm down the slight trembling of the body. I don't know whether it was the rapid heartbeat or the unbearable desire.

It turns out that a hug can be so complicated, no matter how it is disassembled, it is full of tender feelings.

It turns out that a hug is so simple, it's just Wang Junkai and Wang Yuan's long time no see.

The oolong hug on the Mid-Autumn Festival seems to have happened yesterday. At that time, the subconscious impulse frightened Wang Yuan, but now that he really has this embrace, he unexpectedly finds that he is very at ease, like a swaying heart. The wandering heart finally found a stop.

It doesn't matter, this is nothing more than normal, he explained to himself that Wang Junkai and himself are the closest people.

Peace of mind is peace of mind, I am really sorry, and the hug time is indeed a bit long.

I don't know how long it took, but Wang Yuan felt that his arms were a little stiff, and his toes started to go numb, so he let go of his arms and squirmed in Wang Junkai's arms, pretending to complain carelessly: "Wang Junkai, you It's so cold."

Unexpectedly, Wang Junkai suddenly let go of his hand in surprise, causing his numb legs to lose support all of a sudden, and sat down on the ground.

"Wang Junkai! What are you doing?!" Wang Yuan looked up at him dumbfounded.

Wang Junkai didn't know where his fugue had gone just now, but he suddenly came back when he heard this sentence, touched his nose unnaturally, and knelt down to help him.

"Don't, don't move!" But Wang Yuan didn't care about what happened just now, he yelled in pain, "Don't move, my leg is numb!"

But Wang Junkai changed his gentle face just now, picked up his ankle and shook his leg to soothe him.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts me... Wang Junkai, you are going to die!"

"Just bear with it," Wang Junkai kept moving his hands until Wang Yuan stopped shouting, and then pinched him twice, pulling him up from the ground, "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold if you wear this lightly? "

This person is not only handsome for three seconds, but also gentle for three seconds... Wang Yuan couldn't help but give him a blank look, thinking in his heart that I was warm after taking a bath, and I don't know who came in with a cold wind and walked away. A lot of body temperature... But I still asked the most concerned question first: "Why did you come here? How did you come here? Just you?"

Wang Junkai took off his warm jacket and wrapped the little kid in front of him in a long-sleeved T-shirt inside: "Mr. Homepage drove here." After thinking for a while, he said, "There was an accident on the highway. There was a traffic jam so I was late."

It's just an understatement, but Wang Yuan knows how difficult it is. He came here with an idol status and put aside his studies and work. Not to mention anything else, there are so many safety hazards that are scary, but Wang Junkai just doesn't care. The earth is here...just because today is my birthday.

Calculating the time, he estimated that Wang Junkai was being blocked on the road when he called, but not only did this guy not say anything, he even put the phone down by himself.

Thinking about it this way, Wang Yuan suddenly felt a little wronged, not for himself, but for Wang Junkai, turned his face away and couldn't help whispering: "Fool..."

Unusually, Wang Junkai did not refute. He smiled and showed his small canine teeth. Looking at his childhood appearance, he stretched out his hand and grunted on the top of his head: "At 17:[-], Wang Yuaner is already [-] years old. Happy birthday."

As he said that, he went to touch his pocket, but when he looked down, he saw half of the bracelet exposed in one hand of Wang Yuan, and he couldn't help being taken aback, and his movements froze.

Such a familiar style, just recognized it at a glance.

The exact same bracelet, Wang Yuan already has one.

That's right, that's right, on the 17th birthday, the presents are probably piled up into a hill, so what's so unusual about repeating one or two?What's more, it's something Wang Yuan liked a long time ago.

Maybe... maybe for Wang Yuan, he is not the only one who can share what he loves, isn't he?

Where outsiders can't see, they all have their own family, friends, classmates, seniors or staff they know, and it's not unusual for a few of them to have a good relationship.

On the level of a brother, a friend, or a colleague, he cannot be the only one.

This truth is really simple.

Realizing that Wang Junkai lost his mind again, Wang Yuan was a little surprised, but thinking that Wang Junkai had been stuck in traffic for a long time before arriving in Chengde, he was probably too tired, so he quickly put out a cheerful tone and barked his teeth at Wang Junkai: "What about the gift?" What about presents? How can I just say happy birthday?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Junkai’s expression froze again when he heard this, Wang Yuan couldn’t help but sigh in his heart why he always stepped on a minefield today——Wang Junkai came from Beijing in a hurry, and it’s understandable that he didn’t have time to prepare gifts, besides, Wang Junkai My own gift couldn't be delivered on my birthday, so it's really embarrassing to ask now.

Although to be honest, I feel a little disappointed... oh well, it is a big loss, but Wang Junkai's appearance is already the biggest surprise, isn't it, what else is there to be depressed about?

So Wang Yuan smiled, eyebrows and eyes frowned: "It doesn't matter if you are not prepared, I have a gift for you."

Wang Junkai was taken aback for a moment, seeing him raise his hand, shaking the familiar bracelet in front of his eyes, and then he couldn't help but put it on his right hand, while still muttering: "Does it look good? I rely on you to die My brother's heart is broken... I originally put it in your pocket for your birthday, but I didn't expect that I would wear it back to Chongqing hahaha It's funny to think about it..."

These bits and pieces of words floated into his ears, and it took Wang Junkai a while to understand what they meant, which made him wonder for a moment whether he should be happy or laugh at himself as stupid.

After being fiddled with for a long time, the bracelet was finally worn on the hand. The word "Apollo" on the round silver plate was eye-catching and beautiful.

Wang Yuan raised his head, and said proudly: "How is it? Is my brother's vision good?"

But Wang Junkai didn't answer, just looked at him, and didn't speak for a long time, until he was a little embarrassed, and was about to say something to change the atmosphere, but suddenly Wang Junkai grabbed his wrist.

In the next second, a small box was stuffed into his hand.

The exact same box, when opened, is almost the same bracelet.

The only difference is that "BrightStar" is engraved on the small star-shaped silver medal above.

Wang Yuan smiled suddenly, but his eyes were a little wet.

He didn't bother to lament that the two of them could even think of going together to buy gifts, because his mind was already occupied by that "BrightStar".

It was really a long time ago. He and Wang Junkai read a poem he liked very much: "Bright star, may I be as firm as you."

This person is so unimpressed with liberal arts, it is really not easy to remember this.

So he must not know that this poem is dedicated to the one he loves.

A poem with unknown meaning, words engraved on a bracelet, a pair of beautiful eyes.

No matter how you look at these delicate things, they have nothing to do with a hot-blooded idiot in the second grade.

But all of this becomes full of meaning because of having a special person.

I may not understand obscure poetry, but I understand you.

I may not be able to think of the lettering on the gift, but I thought of you.

The stars are in your eyes, but you are in my heart.

Wang Junkai clumsily buckled the clasp of the bracelet, as if he could feel Wang Yuan's gaze on his hand.

When he raised his head, he saw some hazy water in those sparkling eyes. He couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the corners of his eyes. There was a warm smile in his eyes, and his voice was so gentle that he couldn't even think of it: "Still I love crying so much."

He originally thought that Wang Yuan would blow his hair arrogantly immediately, but he didn't expect that the kid not only didn't make a sound, but raised his eyelids and gave him a quick glance, then turned his head away as if he couldn't bear the temperature in his eyes, even the pinnae of his ears turned red .

Such a reaction surprised Wang Junkai, not just a surprise, but also made him have guesses and a lot of fantasies that shouldn't be there.

"Wang Yuan'er..." He called out almost subconsciously, the probing words had already reached his lips, but he still took them back.

Because, even though the person in front of him has passed his 17th birthday, his profile still looks very small.

Cheeks are puffed up, ears are red.

In the words of the old aunts, it is still a baby.

So Wang Junkai didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, just raised his hand again, and gently rubbed the top of Wang Yuan's head.

"Do you want to go back?" After finally calming down the rapid heartbeat, Wang Yuan asked softly, rubbing the bracelet in his hand.

"Mr. Homepage is waiting. I have to meet the producer and director tomorrow morning." Wang Junkai said.

As soon as Wang Yuan raised his hand, he pinched his face: "Wang Junkai, are you crazy, are you running over with something so important tomorrow morning?"

He didn't use much strength in his hands, and Wang Junkai had no intention of stopping it, nor did he answer his question directly: "It's okay, it's a journey of more than two hours, and we'll be there in a while."

"Then..." Wang Yuan hesitated for a moment, "Are you leaving now?"

Wang Junkai smiled: "No, I'll see you sleep before leaving."

"Then you don't want to sleep anymore? Don't sleep to death tomorrow."

"It's okay, just go back to sleep in the car." Wang Junkai pulled him towards the bed, "It's you, go to bed after your birthday, and you have to film tomorrow."

Pushed by him to sit on the bed, Wang Yuan hesitated for a while and said, "Why don't you just lie down for a while, or you'll be too tired."

"No, I will definitely fall asleep."

"Set an alarm clock."

"Will wake you up too."

Wang Junkai was upright, Wang Yuan couldn't help but pouted, and fiddled with the corner of the quilt speechlessly.

Seeing his expression, Wang Junkai smiled like a barbecued pork bun, but he still coaxed: "Okay, okay, go to bed quickly, I will go back early when you fall asleep." Then he helped him cover the quilt, He dimmed the lights smoothly.

This sentence seems to have perfect logic, but Wang Yuan didn't feel happy anyway, but thinking of Wang Junkai's hard work, he obediently got under the covers.

"Wang Junkai..." Wang Yuan looked at Wang Junkai who was sitting by the bed, and suddenly whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Wang Junkai was patting the quilt repeatedly, "What's wrong?"

Wang Yuan hesitated for a moment, and closed his eyes to find courage: "When you finished the college entrance examination... when you were in Beijing before... and your birthday... I was too headstrong."

Because she is afraid of being left behind, she is extra sensitive, so she willfully probes.

Is this reason acceptable?

Wang Junkai was stunned for a moment, looked at his slightly trembling eyelashes, put his hand on his back and didn't lift it up again, and said with a difficult voice: "I'm the one who's sorry... so many things are decided on my own."

Leaving on my own initiative, part of it is for the future, and part of it is to see how you and I are.

Can this thought be forgiven?

"Then we... are still alright?" Wang Yuan stretched out a hand, the one wearing the bracelet.

"We will always be fine." Wang Junkai also stretched out a hand, the one wearing the bracelet.

The fingers are interlaced, a bit like interlocking fingers.

"But... I still can't sleep..." After a moment of silence, Wang Yuan's big eyes suddenly opened and flickered under the dim light.

Wang Junkai blinked at him angrily and amusedly, thought for a while and said, "How about I sing for you?"

"I don't listen to birthday songs." Wang Yuan rolled his eyes.

"I don't sing birthday songs." Wang Junkai rubbed his head, "Close your eyes."

"Who knows better than me that your tenderness is like a feather. The secret lies in my arms, only you can hear it."

In the dim light, the tips of her hair trembled slightly, and her ears turned red.

"Does anyone else know that your smile is like a hug. I want to hide you so that only I can see it."

When people are quiet, their eyes sink and their singing is gentle.

"Why did we smile silently for a long time that day. I think I was too dependent, afraid that you would spoil me."

Your singing sounded on the stage and in the practice room, but for me, it sounded even louder on the phone and in the earphones.

"Just now when I hung up the phone, I insisted on being an innocent child and guarding this love quietly."

My singing voice is sung to fans and to myself who has dreams, but most of the time, I just want to simply use it to accompany you to sleep.

"Your fragrance has been lingering, I can't bear to leave."

……

The expressway in the early morning was pitch black, and the homepage gentleman drove quietly.

The people in the back seat curled up and hugged their knees.

The feeling of the little fried hair rubbing against the palm seemed to have no way to go away.

Too bad, the emptiness in my heart didn't clear up but got worse.

It took a long time to close the door softly before the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

The arm holding the quilt was tight, not knowing what to grab.

The feeling of being lightly rubbed on the top of the head has not dissipated, and the scratching made my heart itch.

So depressed, I feel like my whole body is about to burst into sour bubbles.

"I think I'm too dependent."

"I can't bear to leave."

At the end of November, Wang Junkai finally met the heroine Bei Jianing at the main creative meeting.

The girl is the same age as Wang Yuan, but in a higher grade. She is in the third year of high school. It is said that she plans to give up the second year of the college entrance examination for "Moss" and repeat the year directly.

The director has a unique vision, Bei Jianing has dignified and generous facial features, has a ladylike aura, and has a hearty personality like a boy. He quickly chatted with everyone.

Wang Junkai was still very slow, and didn't know how to complete the process of getting acquainted with each other, but the girl was generous, and she took the initiative to come over to chat with him. The two talked about study and work, and exchanged gossip in the circle, found exchanges It got up just fine.

After talking nonsense for a long time, Bei Jianing didn't intend to leave yet, which made Wang Junkai a little unable to think of a topic.

After a moment of silence, the girl seemed unable to restrain herself, and suddenly changed the subject a little bluntly: "I heard that Wang Yuan is filming in Chengde, if he is free, should he come to visit the set for you?"

The topic changed too quickly, and Wang Yuan's name popped up again. Wang Junkai was a little stunned, and didn't answer right away.

He carefully understood the beginning and end of this sentence, and then matched it with the girl's look of embarrassment and anticipation——

Wang Junkai, who was online at the same time, felt as if he suddenly understood something.

At that time, he didn't know how to describe his mood. After thinking for a long time, there were still only three words in his mind.

Mom sells batches.

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