under the rose

Chapter 18 Press Conference

Fu Xingyun's cell phone was about to be blown up by Xiao Jiang.

"Hey."

Seeing that the phone was finally connected, Xiao Jiang suddenly hesitated: "Brother, are those written on the Internet true?"

Fu Xingyun's hand trembled, and the porcelain spoon fell into the bowl with a crisp sound, which startled him.He tried hard not to think about those images that would make him emotionally unstable, and scooped himself another bowl of porridge.

He said, "Really."

Xiao Jiang hesitated and said, "A lot of people are discussing this matter. Let's see if we should hold a press conference to make it clear."

Fu Xingyun didn't even think about it, and said directly: "No."

He started at the age of eight and grew up in an orphanage.Until Man Man left the orphanage, he felt that the time had been long enough for him to forget those childhood memories.But those memories have not been forgotten, they are just deeply hidden in the depths of his memory.

The first time he had a serious stress reaction was when he was 19 years old, and he and Wen Shichuan had been together for half a year.

The dean of the orphanage was a tall and thin old man who was very kind to the children. He called Fu Xingyun and said that his biological father had found the orphanage.

"Xiaoyun, he asked where you were going, do you want to tell him, do you want to see him?"

Fu Xingyun didn't know that his father was still alive. He searched hard in the depths of his memory. The rough man's face was already blurred. As it flowed out, the hatchet in his mother's hand fell to the ground with a bang.

In the next second, he couldn't hear anything, and the phone fell to the ground, waking up Wen Shichuan who had been asleep.He curled up on the ground beside the bed, trembling all over. To prevent himself from screaming, he bit his arm, bleeding out from the bite.Wen Shichuan was so frightened that he took care of him for a day and a night before he recovered.

He likes to drink warm water to make effervescent tablets, because this is the first drink he drank other than water in the orphanage. He thought it was hot orange soda, but in fact it was because he had a cold. he drank.

After recovering, he and Wen Shichuan lay under the blanket for a whole day and night. He curled up in Wen Shichuan's arms, buried his face in his neck, and told him the story briefly.

Wen Shichuan was silent for a while, instead of persuading him with lengthy arguments like other people who felt sympathy for him after they found out, he just said: "It's not your fault."

Next, what should they do, eat and take a shower, as if nothing had happened.

It's not his fault.

Xiao Jiang was still talking on the other end of the phone, but Fu Xingyun suddenly said, "Let's do it."

Xiao Jiang couldn't react: "What are you driving?"

Fu Xingyun said: "The press conference, didn't you just say that?"

Xiao Jiang: "Okay! I'll arrange it right away!"

The phone hung up, and the house became quiet again. Fu Xingyun put the remaining half pot of bad-tasting porridge into the refrigerator.He got back under the quilt again and found that the quilt smelled of the passing river. He lifted the quilt, sat up irritably, kicked the quilt to the ground, opened the closet and pulled a new quilt.

When it really came to the day of the press conference, Fu Xingyun regretted it from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning. He didn't know what gave him the courage to agree to hold the press conference. He was very afraid that he would lose his composure at the press conference. .The manuscript was written by himself, and the team was not moved a little bit, and he didn't even show them.

It is not as easy as imagined to open up the scars for everyone to see.

Xiao Jiang drove him there. Along the way, Xiao Jiang was very nervous and turned his head to look at him in the passenger seat from time to time.Fu Xingyun tried his best to appear relaxed and normal, but in fact, his feet couldn't stop shaking a few times, and his stomach was churning and convulsing, but everything was under control.

His car bypassed the gate and back door guarded by the media, and entered the parking lot through a hidden side door.

Xiao Jiang just parked next to an old and worn-out minivan. Fu Xingyun felt that the car looked familiar, and Wen Shichuan got out of the car. The two happened to meet each other, and no one spoke for a while.

Xiao Jiang: "I, I go up first?"

Before the two silently staring at each other could speak, Xiao Jiang left first.

"You" Fu Xingyun said, "You are"

Wen Shichuan interrupted: "Appointed a screenwriter to meet at the coffee shop upstairs here."

Fu Xingyun swallowed all the questions he was going to ask, nodded, put on the sunglasses hanging on the collar of his shirt, and passed him to press the elevator.Wen Shichuan didn't follow him into the elevator, but leaned against the side of the car and smoked a cigarette first. When the elevator door closed, Fu Xingyun saw it.

The press conference was held in the small auditorium of the hotel in this building, and Fu Xingyun was waiting in the dressing room.

He didn't wear much makeup. It's better to be simple and generous for this kind of press conference. He also dressed quite formally, with a crisp white shirt and black trousers.He browsed the manuscript for the last time, then crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can. Xiao Jiang and several security guards led him out together.The voices of people in the auditorium were "buzzing", like the annoying cicadas in summer, and the black guns and short cannons were aimed at him, ready to catch his gaffe, and the flashes flashed frequently. He squinted slightly, straightened his back, and tried his best Take every step firmly.

Fu Xingyun sat down, facing several microphones in front of him, and the camera pointed at him, he was a little dazed for a while, his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound, and he couldn't help trembling. "The reporters looked at each other one by one, trying to disguise their panic as calmness.

Lifting his eyes for a while, he saw Wen Shichuan standing at the outermost edge of the crowd, standing out from the crowd.

After many years, he found that he could still clearly remember the words of comfort in bed: "It's not your fault."

The manuscript that just came to his mouth but forgot came back to his mind, courage came out of nowhere, he cleared his throat, and said the first sentence calmly: "Thank you, friends from the media, for taking the time to come today. , bothering everyone to always care about me—”

Once you start, everything is easy, and the next words come out naturally.

"I was born in a remote rural area. My mother was an ordinary peasant woman who had been subjected to domestic violence by my father for a long time. For a long time, her mental state was very poor. Just like the old news that everyone knows"

Fu Xingyun's hands were placed on the table at an angle that no one else could see. The nail of his thumb was deeply sunken in the palm of the other hand. From the corner of his eyes, he caught Wen Shichuan's figure. There, looking at themselves silently and intently, they met.

"When I was eight years old, my mother intentionally hurt my father. Afterwards, she committed suicide by taking pesticides. Since then, I have been growing up in the orphanage. It has been a long time since the case of that year is over. Investigate and settle."

Fu Xingyun described the incident as simply and objectively as possible, omitting a lot, including the bloody wound, the blood splashed on the wall and on the snow, and he was ashamed of his mother for pinching his neck and pouring pesticides into his throat , to bring him to die together, he omitted all these, because he didn't want them to become the talk of the media.

"Thank you for your attention to me during this period of time. As an actor, I am sorry to occupy your attention with such old news that has nothing to do with the work. Next, I will also focus on polishing my acting skills and presenting you with a more mature Works, thank you all—"

Before he finished speaking, Fu Xingyun saw Wen Shichuan turning his head and walking out.

Because he was worried about Fu Xingyun's status, the press conference did not arrange questions from the media, and the entire conference ended after he spoke.Fu Xingyun held back the restlessness in his heart, stood up and bowed ninety degrees to the audience, and stopped for three seconds before standing up. When he stepped off the stage, his pace was a bit fast.

When the heavy door was closed and all the media were shut behind the door, Fu Xingyun's heart was pounding.

Xiao Jiang called him behind him: "Brother! Where are you going?"

Fu Xingyun walked around the auditorium towards the other end, his steps were almost as fast as running, and when he turned a corner, he saw Wen Shichuan walking in front at a glance.He didn't slow down at all, bumped straight into Wen Shichuan's back, hugged Wen Shichuan's waist from behind, felt Wen Shichuan's smell wrapping him, and for a moment, he felt extremely safe.

The media packed up their things, and they were going out in a file. They were going to wait for Fu Xingyun to come out at the several doors downstairs of the hotel. They only had to turn a corner to see them.

Wen Shichuan turned around, put his arms around Fu Xingyun, unscrewed the door of the utility room next to them, and led him into hiding.

It's a small utility room, with these brooms and mops, and musty-smelling towels and rags. Half of the light tubes are broken, and the remaining half emits dim light. There are constant voices outside the door, from far to near.They were still hugging each other, Fu Xingyun's heart was beating his chest forcefully, and he buried his head in Wen Shichuan's chest almost greedily, absorbing his breath.

"What's the matter?" Wen Shichuan asked him in a low voice with his head down, his tone was calm and soft.

Fu Xingyun raised his head, and accurately held Wen Shichuan's thin lips in the dark, and they kissed.First, it was the temptation of the two lips reunited after a long absence, rubbing each other, causing the body to tremble.Then there was an in-depth exploration, Fu Xingyun's whole body was like falling into a dream, they were not here, right now, in the dream, in the sky, on the clouds.

He heard Wen Shichuan's heavy panting and felt his fiery breath, and they sucked each other eagerly.

Wen Shichuan put his hand on the back of his neck, and rubbed his thumb against the side of his neck. This was an old habit when they kissed in the past, without exception, unless the hands were busy doing something else during the kiss.

Suddenly, this action aroused Fu Xingyun's long-term memories.

He suddenly calmed down, like a bucket of ice water being poured on his head.He suddenly pushed Wen Shichuan away, the voices outside the door, the dim light, the musty smell of the rag, all his senses were restored, and he returned to the here and now.

Fu Xingyun suddenly understood why Chen Xin hated him so much, it was all because of Wen Shichuan.

The author says:

Why in the end, the next chapter breaks down.

I wrote a lot of kissing scenes in this article, these two kissing is too exciting