under the rose

Chapter 1 Reunion

The night was dark, and the toasts were intertwined.

"Teacher Fu, thank you for your care during this time, please drink my cup again."

What came together was the number of men in the same crew as Fu Xingyun. The boy who played the role of Fu Xingyun in the play was young and supple. When he smiled, his eyes were crooked, and the corners of his eyes and the brows were a little annoying. His cleverness is really similar to Fu Xingyun himself.

What he was holding was a wine glass, roughly filled with half a glass of red wine, half a glass of red wine was nothing, but they had just had a round of beer and a round of white.

In the past, Fu Xingyun would not drink if he said he would not drink, not many people would dare to forcibly respect him, let alone such a small character.

But today is different, the "little character" in front of him turned around and slipped into the arms of the boss with aggrieved eyes, his small mouth was so small that he could hold a bottle of oil: "It must be because my acting skills are too poor, and Teacher Fu is angry with me."

The 40-year-old boss of the capital put his arms around him, looked at Fu Xingyun, and said pointedly: "Xiao Fu, why haven't you seen Xiao Meng recently?"

Meng Qing, Fu Xingyun's manager.

This hit just hit his most recent sore spot.

Fu Xingyun scolded his mother in his heart, but smiled on his face, avoided answering, and stretched out his hand to pick up the wine.He is naturally not younger than the tender young actor. He is 28 this year, and there will be fine lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiles, but he has always been self-disciplined. He has never made mistakes in body management and skin management. In the dim light of the box Under the skin, the skin is like delicate jade.

He went to get the wine glass, and the boss of the capital took advantage of the situation to take his hand, and the touch almost made Fu Xingyun jump up and curse.But he took a deep breath, held back, raised his head and smiled, then moved his hand away unobtrusively, drank the glass of red wine quickly, stood up and poured another glass.

"Thank you for your care and teaching during this time—"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and after finishing the glass of wine, his stomach felt a little nauseous for a while.

The suspenseful dinner party didn't end until late at night.After the end, Fu Xingyun practiced Tai Chi to deal with the suggestive invitation from the investor, resisted dizziness and nausea, bid farewell to everyone decently and politely, and asked his assistant to drive him back to the hotel.

Assistant Xiao Jiang drove steadily, but Fu Xingyun still wanted to vomit.He took a deep breath desperately to hold back the nausea, but his stomach still constricted and his mouth was acidic.

Fu Xingyun covered his mouth and reached out to pat the back of the driver's seat desperately.

Xiao Jiang also stayed with Fu Xingyun for many days, and his eyes were blue from exhaustion. He couldn't turn his head for a while, and asked distractedly, "Brother Yun, what's the matter? Do you want some water? There is still mineral water in the front seat."

Fu Xingyun was so anxious that he didn't dare to open his mouth to speak, he slapped "bang bang bang" and pointed to his mouth "uuuuuuuuuuuu".

Only then did Xiao Jiang realize that he was about to vomit, so he slammed on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road not far from the film and television city.This is the small road back to the hotel. It was already early in the morning, and there were no people or cars on the road.But even if someone took pictures, Fu Xingyun didn't care about it anymore, he opened the door in a panic and rushed out of the car, leaning on a lamp post by the side of the road, and vomited cleanly with a "wow".

Fu Xingyun felt extremely uncomfortable, wishing to vomit his stomach out, tearing up and dizzy.He heard the sound of opening and closing the car door behind him, covered his mouth and said backwards, "Pull a wet wipe for me."

Instead of waiting for Xiaojiang's wet wipes, someone handed him a shaken handkerchief in front of him.

That hand was big, with distinct joints, and a faint scar on the tiger's mouth. The handkerchief was light green, the color of young bamboo leaves, without any patterns.

Fu Xingyun's heart sank suddenly, as if hooked by an iron hook, and hit his fragile stomach when he sank, he retched, but didn't spit out anything, took the handkerchief, wiped his mouth, Lift your head up slowly.

It took only half a second to raise his head, but during this half second, Fu Xingyun's heart had turned a thousand times, and he had made the best preparations, but the moment he looked up and saw Wen Shichuan, he still couldn't help it. Feeling unprepared.He was distraught and weak, with tears in his eyes and a big puddle of vomit at his feet, with his overwhelmed young assistant behind him.

With the help of the dim light, Fu Xingyun looked at Wen Shichuan calmly.

Wen Shichuan hasn't changed much, he's still tall and muscular, his hair is sloppy and slightly long on the top, tied up with rubber bands at random, unruly.His eyebrows were thick and black, his outline was cold and hard, and his face was expressionless, much calmer than Fu Xingyun remembered.

"Thank you." Fu Xingyun said.

"You're welcome," he said.

Wen Shichuan was wearing a black racer-back vest, beach shorts, flip flops, and a half-smoked cigarette in his hand, like an old man walking downstairs.But this is a film and television city with a radius of hundreds of miles. Apart from the shooting locations and related supporting facilities such as hotels and restaurants, there are only barren mountains and wild mountains.

"Come to film?"

Fu Xingyun completely forgot about the embarrassment just now, and smiled politely and politely, really looking like a big star - and he was indeed.

"I'm in the crew recently, just the costume drama, you know. What about you?"

He talked about several famous TV series that he was filming, and Wen Shichuan just shook his head.Fu Xingyun knew in his heart that he was not included in these TV series. Of course he knew that these TV series were all famous, and the one he was filming was the best among them, and the topic was very hot.

He said it just to show off.

Wen Shichuan didn't pick up on him, moved the cigarette to his mouth and took a puff, then sprayed out the smoke from the side, the cigarette butt shone like a star in the sky.

"Take a picture of your own things." Wen Shichuan said briefly.

There may be a car coming in the distance on the deserted and dark road, and the dim light of the headlights is visible to the naked eye.

Xiao Jiang hesitantly leaned over, and whispered: "Brother Yun has to go, it's not good to be photographed."

Fu Xingyun woke up like a dream, and began to question himself, what on earth was he doing here.

"I have to go, unfortunately, the filming of a large part of the previous scene is over, and I have to fly to another place to catch up on the schedule tomorrow, I will treat you to dinner when I have time, and by the way," Fu Xingyun smiled, "Catch up on the old days."

Before Wen Shichuan could respond, and the two of them didn't exchange contact information, Fu Xingyun turned around and left. Xiao Jiang helped him open the rear door and put his hands on the edge of the door to prevent him from bumping into it.Fu Xingyun sat back on the back seat, and the corner of his eye stayed outside the car until the car started to drive away.Wen Shichuan had been standing there, next to the pile of vomit, surrounded by the light of the street lamp.

When he arrived at the hotel and the car stopped, Fu Xingyun realized that he was still holding the dirty handkerchief in his hand.

Because he had to catch an early morning flight tomorrow, Fu Xingyun lay on the bed after washing up.What he didn't expect was that, as if thrown into a dark dreamland, he fell asleep immediately and had a dream all night.

In the dream, Wen Shichuan was only 19 years old, and he was eighteen.

They did it for the first time in that cramped, sunless basement rental.

It hurt so much, Fu Xingyun cried first, he opened his mouth, Wen Shichuan kissed him, put his thumb into his mouth, and teased his tongue, he was delicate and wronged, bit his tiger's mouth fiercely, bleeding from the bite Come and don't give up.Wen Shichuan didn't let go, just smiled, and let him bite, and the scars were indeed left in the end.

The author says:

The son said in Sichuan: The deceased is like a husband, and will not give up day and night.