Crossover Actors - Chapter 80

[Chapter 80]

Because of the headlines, many reporters and fans came to Sophie after hearing the news. Lu Wen and Qu Yanting did not hit the gun and decided to stay in the hotel overnight.

All the clothes were washed, and the two of them wore the same nightgown, and after taking a bath, they leaned against the bedside to watch the drama. Qu Yanting had been ignoring the haircut, and the half-wet strands of hair hung down and touched the forehead.

Lu Wen couldn’t hold back anything and said, “Mr. Qu, do you know ‘Wen Qu Star’?” Qu

Yanting held the phone horizontally, clicked on “Play History”, and replied, “Well, it is a kind of constellation, which represents the text of the text. Lucky.”

“It’s not that.” Lu Wen twisted his shoulders to explain, his expression was very enthusiastic, “It’s the CP name that fans gave me and you.”

Qu Yanting didn’t believe it, and said, “I’m not a star.”

Lu Wen said: ” But if you are a screenwriter or an investor, my fans all hope that I can climb on top of you.”

What a mess, Qu Yanting smiled and said, “Your fans are pretty much yours.”

Lu Wen corrected him: “It’s our fans. .” The

latest episode of the online drama started, Qu Yanting moved to Lu Wen’s arms and leaned against him, Lu Wen’s arms wrapped around him, and his chin rested on his shoulders from the back.

In the picture is Ye Shan’s house. Mother Ye walked into the room of the brothers. Lu Wen recalled the night of the shooting of this scene, and couldn’t help but glance at Qu Yanting’s silhouette from the corner of his eye.

Mother Ye found Ye Shan’s notebook.

Qu Yanting stared blankly at the screen, and clicked, the moment Ye Shan opened the door, his index fingernails snapped on the edge of the fuselage. Then Lu Wen took it up and wrapped his hand.

The two watched the scene quietly, from Mother Ye’s questioning, anger, and hysteria, to Ye Shan’s fear, humility, and the collapse of the whole line. In the end, there was only hopeless crying in the air.

Lu Wen still had a fresh memory of what he felt at that time. He was paralyzed by hypoxia and had a splitting headache. For the first time in his life, he cried so hard, as Ye Shan. He still remembered that after filming, he ran downstairs to recover, and bumped into Qu Yanting hiding under the vine alone.

Lu Wen clenched his arms tightly. At that time, Qu Yanting would feel sad when he was watching on the set. How did he feel at this moment? At that time he was not qualified to understand, so is it possible now?

The ear temples were kissed, very light, like a feather swept across, Qu Yanting shook his eyelashes nervously, lowered his eyes, and fell from the phone screen to the sheet.

Lu Wen asked cautiously: “Mr. Qu, what are you thinking?”

Qu Yanting didn’t say anything, the screen went dark, Ye Shan woke up from a dream lying on the bed, he got up, sat at the table and took out a yellowed old envelope.

The close-up swept over, two movie tickets were lying on the mottled palm, Qu Yanting moved his lips, not knowing whether it was a delayed answer, or suddenly wanted to speak.

“My dad works in a movie theater and is a projectionist.” He said, “I used to accompany him on night shifts when I was young. I watched a lot of movies, but I couldn’t understand it when I was young. When I got home from work, he sat under the vine with me in his arms, like telling a story. Explain it to me like that.”

Lu Wen imagined the picture and said, “So you liked movies when you were very young?”

Qu Yanting said “um”: “I often say that the people in the movies are amazing, my dad told me I, they all listen to the director, and the director is the best. From that moment on, my dream was to be a director.”

“I was embarrassed to say it at first, for fear that he would laugh at me.” Qu Yanting raised the corners of his lips , “Later I wrote it into the composition, and he knew it when he signed the test paper. He said that his dream is to be a director.”

This part was not detailed in the play, and Lu Wen thoughtfully said: “The “Echoes of Paradise” The ticket stubs are your memories, right?”

Qu Yanting said, “My dad promised me that on his eighth birthday, like other parents, he would sit in the screening hall seriously and accompany me to watch a movie. Echoes of Paradise was just released. new movie, he bought tickets in advance.”

That afternoon, Qu Yanting waited eagerly at the window for his father to get off work, and waited until it was dark. He couldn’t help calling the cinema office, urging him to go home and pick him up.

“I called several times, and my dad coaxed me on the phone. He will ride back sooner.”

Qu Yanting let go of the phone, turned his body against Lu Wen’s chest, and said, “It’s raining, I’m holding an umbrella. I went to the door and waited for him, but he never came back.”

Father Qu died in a car accident that rainy night, and Qu Yanting’s mother Ruan Yili suffered a great blow, and the place where she lived became a sad place. Half a year later, she moved to Sichuan with her two sons.

“After that,” Lu Wen didn’t dare to ask, “your mother treats you…” With

only one wall lamp on in the bedroom, Qu Yanting stared blankly at the dim yellow, and said, “She ignores me and occasionally looks at me. I was stunned, I would avoid her, I couldn’t bear the look in her eyes.”

“She loves Xiaofeng very much, and I don’t hate her, because Xiaofeng is only two years old, and I caused him to lose his father at such a young age. But I envy him very much. I’m very envious.”

“I tried my best to please her, or to atone for her sins, but then she even looked at me dazedly less and less. I grew up, talking and acting like my dad, and she was farther away from me.”

” Over time, I started to have nightmares.”

Qu Yanting took a deep breath, diluting the burning in her chest: “After I went to junior high school, her body became significantly worse, tired, severely anemia, and maybe something else, but she didn’t tell me. .”

Lu Wen put the phone lock screen aside, the room was quieter and darker.

Qu Yanting rarely recalls those years.

When his father left, he was still young and didn’t quite understand what death was. Compared with sadness, the loneliness without his father made him more tormented, but he got used to it after a long time.

During the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school, his mother died, and that was the first time he faced death and corpses.

It was an afternoon, Ruan Yili was lying on the bed, her long hair was dry, and her thin body lost every inch of temperature. She was the same as when she was seriously ill, but she would never move or wake up again.

Fourteen-year-old Qu Yanting was terrified, Ruan Feng was only eight years old, leaning beside him shivering, incontinent in fear and crying.

After Ruan Yanli’s funeral was over, Qu Yanting forgot how he spent the first three months. He couldn’t sleep well and didn’t eat much, and his grades dropped from first to last. Every night, I dreamed that Ruan Zhangli told him to fight mosquitoes, only to remember after waking up that his mother was dead.

His father was dead, and so was his mother.

Eight-year-old Ruan Feng cried all night, buried in the bed, or hid in the closet and cried, and even started to lose her hair.

In the past three months, Qu Yanting’s situation began to improve, because he realized that if he continued like this, he and his young brother would not be able to live for long.

He took Ruan Feng to shave his head, and there was a neighborhood where the troupe retired. Ruan Feng often looked out the window and listened to the other party singing.

Qu Yanting often hugs Ruan Feng and reads books. In summer, he hugs him under the tree to enjoy the shade. Xu is holding too much in those years, but now it feels numb to hold for a while.

“When my mother was alive, I tried my best to beg her not to hate me.” Qu Yanting said, “I only realized after she left that maybe she really doesn’t hate me. She is too tired and has no spare energy at all.”

Lu Wen put his hand on the back of his head and rubbed it carefully: “You divided that life into two and became Ye Shan and Ye Xiaowu.”

“Yes.” Qu Yanting admitted, “The real writing was in the second year of high school, not yet. When I was an adult, I worked odd jobs in the back kitchen of a fly restaurant every day after school. The fishy smell on my body turned into the smell of oil smoke, and I was too lonely at the end of the classroom, so I wrote my own stories.

” Affectionate, unrestrained, arbitrary, even if it is not motivated and selfish. He also added the few happy memories, like weaving a dream with his own hands.

Qu Yanting suddenly said, “Do you know why Ye Xiaowu died?”

Lu Wen asked, “Why?”

“Because I was bullied while writing the story, worried about tuition fees, and didn’t dare to look forward to the future.” Qu Yanting said, “I understand that Ye Xiaowu is fake. Yes, I can only persevere like Ye Shan.”

Lu Wen asked again, “Does Xiaofeng have anything to do with Lin Jie?”

Qu Yanting replied, “That’s the life I hope he can have, a wealthy family, a healthy life. Parents, and close friends.”

Lu Wen felt the body in his arms soften and fell, he supported Qu Yanting’s back and lay down, pressing up to cover the other side. Fake shows are already hard, and he can’t imagine the hardships he has endured in real life.

“Qu Yanting,” he called out close, “now I say ‘I protect you’, will you accept it?”

Qu Yanting shook his head: “I don’t want your protection, I want you to give me happiness.”

Lu Wen said: ” What should I do?”

Qu Yanting’s eyes had a faint light, like water: “The moment you appeared, happiness flew towards me little by little.”

This is “First Night”, Ye Xiaowu Qiqi Xiao’s confession lines. Lu Wen bowed his body and pecked at the end of Qu Yanting’s hot eyes: “I won’t give you the director of the line.”

“Do you listen to the director or me?”

“Listen to you, Director Qu.” Qu

Yanting was at a loss for words. Thousands of thoughts were stuck in his chest, which made him want to cry, but he hasn’t cried since his mother died, unless… he raised his hand and climbed on Lu Wen’s shoulder: “Let’s do it.”

Lu Wen rubbed against him “Is it okay?”

“I’ve been absent for half a month, too.” Qu Yanting imitated, “You… it’s better to feed me.” The

waist suddenly loosened, Lu Wen tore off the strap of his nightgown, caressed randomly, while With a low smile: “You can’t learn to act like a baby, it sounds like a threat.”

Qu Yanting relaxed, opened it, habitually covered his mouth with the back of his hand, and muttered: “It’s not as good as your little fan who can act like a spoiled brat, what brothers and boyfriends are shouting…”

Lu Wen was pleased: “You are jealous of fans too. Eat?”

“Can’t you…” Qu Yanting changed his tune and twisted his waist, “I’ll lie down.”

Lu Wen held him down: “Just watch me do it like this.” Then he turned the topic back, “Then me and Your brother’s Bing Dilian is so prosperous, are you jealous?”

Qu Yanting couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when he suddenly proposed his younger brother: “Of course not…my brother doesn’t know how good he is.”

“Oh?” Lu Wen made a sudden move, “Ask The traditional question, Xiaofeng and I fell into the water, who would you save?”

Qu Yanting said in a disordered breath, “Save Xiaofeng…”

Lu Wen took the absolute dominant position, bullied him for a while, and gasped: “You are so What are you doing honestly? Can’t you lie to me on the bed?”

“I haven’t finished speaking yet…” Qu Yanting said, “I’ll jump down after saving him… I’ll play with you.

” No man can stand it. Listening to the words of the mandarin ducks playing in the water, he is doing the things of the phoenix.

Not as fierce as the first time, tonight is much gentler, always using traditional postures that can see each other. Qu Yanting shed tears and sobbed justifiably, and fell asleep in Lu Wen’s lick.

At three o’clock in the morning, there was a night view of half the city outside the window. Lu Wen held Qu Yanting’s left hand and intertwined his fingers.

He thought that no matter how many roles he played in the future, “First Night” would be the most memorable and meaningful play in his life.

It has nothing to do with popularity, I am just glad that I set foot in the world you once lived in, and I interpret a part of your life.

“I met you.” Lu Wen said beside Qu Yanting’s pillow, “I love you.”

[End of This Chapter]