… secret, unspeakable, shameful desires.
Yang Siran closed his eyes tightly, his breath still seemed to have a faint fragrance on the person, the oppressive, breathless eyes, all of which made him addicted. He panted heavily, trying to ignore the eyes in his head, and put his hands on the keys obediently, but his hands didn't obey him and couldn't press the keys.
It was the first time that Yang Siran had such a strong desire for a person, and his sexual orientation, which was vague and hazy in the past, suddenly became clear at this moment. The impulse comes from an unexpected little accident. It was wonderful for Yang Siran, a fateful encounter—
It should be comfortable on a winter afternoon. Should bring a little lazy afternoon sun, slantingly and sloppily down. But no, it just snowed outside, and I couldn't see a little bit of sun. Looking outside from the window, it was still cold except that it was cold.
There were two evening self-study sessions on Sunday night. Yang Siran went out very early. Anyway, he was alone. It made no difference to him at home or in the classroom. He wore a down jacket over the school uniform and looked a little bloated. His chin and mouth were buried in the neckline of the down jacket, revealing only half of his face. He had earphones plugged into his ears, and there were English songs one after another, all for listening practice.
Out of the unit door there are several marble steps covered with a light layer of snow. Step on it with one foot and it's as slippery as a mirror. Yang Siran lost his balance after taking the first step, and he fell forward. He didn't look up just now, and it was only when he lost his balance that he realized that there was someone in front of him.
It's a shame, Yang Siran closed his eyes and thought. At that moment, I felt that I was going to fall, but the movement of the hand still made a conditioned reflex before the body, and reached out to the person who came.
What caught my eye was the smoky gray woolen textured windbreaker. With my breath, I could smell a scent mixed with light incense and tobacco. Yang Siran bumped his forehead against the opponent's shoulder, clutching his arm tightly.
Very awkward posture.
After standing still, he raised his head a little embarrassedly, and saw this man's face. At that moment, Yang Siran clearly felt his heart skip a beat.
A very cold face, frowning slightly, his eyes are not peaceful and friendly, but a look of alienation and indifference. Yang Siran pressed his arm, and the man raised his hand slightly to help him.
Yang Siran cautiously and cautiously bowed deeply to the other party, and whispered, "I'm sorry... Thank you, uncle."
Even his voice was trembling, so nervous, and his heart throbbed like never before. His heart was beating violently, and his chest was secretly rising and falling under his clothes. He was only seventeen years old, and at that moment, some emotions were suddenly enlightened.
The man opposite only stayed on his face for a second, or not at all, he just left a faint "um", and then stepped up the steps without leaving a single glance.
A little accident that doesn't even count as an episode is just a stumble of life in its otherwise peaceful orbit. It leaves no trace in the eyes of an adult male, but the huge wave that has set off in the hearts of young high school boys is surging.
Even though several hours had passed, and even the evening self-study had been completed, the frantically agitated heart still had no intention of calming down.
Yang Siran sat in front of the piano and shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the moment that kept replaying in his mind. That face, those eyes were engraved in his mind in just ten seconds. There was a tense pain in his lower body, which continued to torture his nerves. Later, Yang Siran sighed, relieved his strength, stopped sitting up straight, and slumped his flat shoulders.
He seemed to have finally conceded defeat, and slowly pulled his hands away from the keys, and slowly and secretly moved his hands down to the place of sinful desire... He had an undue impulse towards an adult male. Would love to smell that slight scent again, it might be addicting.
The young heart was out of control at the first sight, and it has not changed for many years.
The smell of tobacco and light incense in his nostrils kept tickling his nerves, wet palms, slightly frowning brows, and rapid breathing, all of which were finally interrupted by the sound of the door opening—
Yang Siran woke up from the dream with slightly trembling eyelids, and the feeling of stickiness and tightness on his body was still very strong. He had this dream again. This memory fragment has entered his dream countless times. Cold, confused, really like a dream.
He opened his eyes slowly, and what he saw was a wide and dazzling window. He woke up suddenly, sitting up and looking back at the same time, the man in the dream was taking off his shirt, and he was still wearing suit pants. The firm muscles, broad shoulders, and thin waistline, Yang Siran had no time to appreciate. He was holding a piece of the other party's shirt in his hand, and his palms were sweating because of the charming dream, and with his subconscious rubbing and clenching, the shirt in his hand was almost abolished.
He will definitely not wear it again.
Yang Siran was still holding the fabric in his hand, as he always did, he always greedily took a shirt of this person, in order to smell the smell belonging to this person on it, in order to let the smell fall into a dream, and then take him to watch it again. him, and himself at the time. It's perverted and shameful.
When the man saw that he was awake, he turned his head and glanced at him, his face was still cold, he threw the shirt he took off, touched Yang Siran's face and landed on his lap. With such a sarcastic smile on the man's mouth, he turned around and entered the bathroom.
Yang Siran got out of bed immediately, stepped on the floor with his bare feet, and followed in.
When I came out again, my pajamas were already wet.
He went to another room to change into a set of pajamas, and when he came back, Geng Jinwei was sitting by the bed answering the news. Yang Siran walked over and sat on the carpet beside his legs. Well-behaved and quietly without a word, even breathing is light.
After Geng Jinwei put down his phone, he glanced at the top of his hair. My hair was a little wet just now, but it wasn't soaked, it just looked damp. Yang Siran felt his gaze, raised his face and looked at him. Geng Jinwei opened his mouth and threw out a sentence: "Is it good?"
Yang Siran smiled and replied, "Be good."
Geng Jinwei raised his eyebrows lightly, and Yang Siran took the initiative to say, "I'm the best."
As if to match his words, Yang Siran put his face on the bed, next to Geng Jinwei's leg, and kissed his lips lightly on his leg.
On the surface, he is obedient and well-behaved, but in his bones he has been holding back his strength. Geng Jinwei sneered and stopped talking to him. He just landed on a business trip for a week, came back to sleep for two hours, and had one more game at night.
He didn't speak to Yang Siran and didn't say much. He went around to the other side of the bed and huddled beside Geng Jinwei. The quilt had a dry warmth and was very comfortable. He had just slept, and he couldn't fall asleep anyway. Geng Jinwei slept for two hours, while Yang Siran watched for two hours. In the middle of Geng Jinwei turning over, Yang Siran gently leaned over, and when Geng Jinwei raised his arm, he embraced him.
Yang Siran laughed contentedly, the feeling of being enveloped in Geng Jinwei's breath was so addictive, he was filled with satisfaction from every crevice in his body.
No need for an alarm, Geng Jinwei woke up by himself before two hours. When he woke up and saw Yang Siran who was next to him, he lifted his arms and threw a sentence as he got out of bed, "Put something on me."
Yang Siran smiled lightly and replied, "I didn't post it."
Geng Jinwei didn't debunk his lies about pediatrics, which was not worth mentioning. When Geng Jinwei finished packing and putting on his clothes, Yang Siran took the initiative to wait on him. He raised his hand to tie Geng Jin's tie, Geng Jinwei raised his chin slightly, didn't lower his eyes, just opened his mouth and asked, "Have you been enough?"
Yang Siran looked at him and replied calmly, "Enough is enough."
Geng Jinwei said to him: "When enough is enough, go to the company to find Qi Zhao and apologize to him."
Yang Siran nodded and replied, "It's okay to apologize, but I don't want an agent."
Geng Jinwei lowered his eyes, looked at him twice, and then said, "It's still not enough."
Yang Siran didn't say a word. After fixing his tie, he stroked Geng Jinwei's neckline. Looking into his eyes, he said in a low voice, "I really don't want it, I can't. I want to work hard, to improve, and to do well."
"I can accept all arrangements at work and listen to the company. But I really don't need an agent, and I don't want to grow up in anyone's hands... except you." Yang Siran pursed his lips and lowered his voice, almost murmuring. He spoke, "Uncle..."
"Uncle" was a sweet and sticky cry, and he rarely called it that way except between the beds. This is a humble request, an unspoken obsession.
Geng Jinwei rolled his eyes around his face, then left without leaving a word.
Yang Siran stood there, waiting for the feeling of Geng Jinwei's existence to dissipate completely before going upstairs to play the piano. I spent an afternoon with the person I was thinking of, and even the tunes played were melodious and long, and the music always had a breath, it was passing on.
Of course Yang Siran can't have an agent, he can be very obedient, he only has stubborn persistence in this matter.
After all, a starlet with no status like Yang Siran has no resources, and the relationship between such a newcomer and his agent is absolute domination and obedience. Yang Siran, who can dominate him so completely, can't accept it, it's simply impossible. He only submits to Geng Jinwei in his heart, which can never be changed.
His emotions may be deformed, but Yang Siran is content with it. Just like his admiration and admiration for so many years before are deformed, others may not understand, but Yang Siran is also enjoying himself in it. As long as emotional matters do not involve legal or moral aspects, whether suffering is worth it or not, it is basically someone else's business, and no one has the right to talk about it.
Yang Siran's persistence has never been shaken, even if he is now in a state of being put on hold because of changing brokers one after another, he may always be like this in the future, and he recognizes it. Originally, he did not have to be a star, nor did he have to film. All I do is to get close to the person I am now. Once I get close, I can be very close occasionally. This is great, and it is enough not to be a star in the future.
It's just a pity that he can no longer be assigned to work, and he can't take him to see the director or someone, gently push his shoulder forward, and say "this is my newly signed child" with others.
It's a pity, but it can't be compromised because of these.
Yang Siran could not always live in Geng Jinwei's residence. He was careful every time he came. He knew the password here. He always came in with a schoolbag and a peaked cap. There is a set of pajamas and clothes in the backpack, and he will carry it when he leaves, and he will not leave his traces there.
A lover must have the peace of a lover, which he always knew very well.
He had to come with the consent of Geng Jinwei at first. Later, sometimes when Geng Jinwei didn't reply to his news, Yang Siran would come too. He drove past. Later, Yang Siran wanted to come, so he came over several times. Before coming, he sent a text message: "I'm going to your house. If you can't, please reply to me."
Yang Siran didn't wait for a reply, and he didn't get kicked away when he went. He used to be very scared, but later found out that it was very easy to be his lover.
When he became his lover on the first day, Yang Siran was still a little frightened when he got what he wanted, and he was afraid when facing this person. But as time goes on, you will find that it is not so difficult, and this person is not as fierce as he imagined. Not gentle, not close, but not too difficult to get along with. He doesn't pay attention to those trivial things, and he doesn't even mention them. Yang Siran is generally well-behaved, and Geng Jinwei, who occasionally steps forward tentatively, will not say anything about him when he sees it.
And at the right time, I can really feel a little special treatment as his lover. Whenever this time comes, Yang Siran is happy. He doesn't think it's not worth being happy because he bought it. Anyway, no matter how he came, he is indeed a little. Special, isn't it? He is a person who is easy to satisfy, and this little bit makes him very easily elated.
For example, when he changed agents one after another, Geng Jinwei didn't really do anything to him. A newcomer who does not know whether to live or die dares to do this in the company without any foundation, and it may be hard for others to change it. Yang Siran wasn't afraid either, because he was afraid that he would not even be allowed to do it by his lover after being slapped by Geng Jinwei. Yang Siran worked so hard that time, he almost suffocated himself in the bathtub.
But Geng Jinwei didn't say a word, didn't say that he didn't know how to praise, and didn't coldly say that he didn't know how to live or die. Even the company assigned him another agent, which made Yang Siran feel that he was being treated preferentially even in his trepidation. But in the end, he also offended the manager. Geng Jinwei had said before that this was his last manager. Since then, Yang Siran has been staying at home without any work arrangements. He recognized it, he was not coquettish because of the preferential treatment, but he really couldn't accept it. What's more, Geng Jinwei is also an agent himself. He signed Yang Siran in person, and he did arrange the work when the agent was free at first. In a way, it means that he transferred Yang Siran to another person.
Yang Siran's deformed emotional disapproval and the subordination and dominance relationship between other brokers will make him very painful.
Geng Jinwei made him think about it and went to the company to find Qi Zhao when he had enough, but Yang Siran had never been there. He is already ready to stop filming and be an actor. When he is free, he can write songs for some money, which is also good. It was not like this before.
When Geng Jinwei drank too much at night, Yang Siran went to meet him at the door. Geng Jinwei was really drunk, his eyes swept over his face, Yang Siran leaned over to kiss, but Geng Jinwei didn't refuse. Yang Siran bit a hangover candy between his teeth and passed it to Geng Jinwei's mouth by kissing.
Geng Jinwei frowned and asked, "What?"
Yang Siran said softly, "Sober candy, you have it."
Geng Jinwei still frowned, but in the end he didn't spit it out, but he didn't put it in his mouth and swallowed directly. Yang Siran pursed his lips, and honestly waited for the other party to take a bath, without being presumptuous.
Geng Jinwei put his hand on Yang Siran's head unconsciously for a while while taking a bath. After drinking, his voice became hoarse, and it didn't sound so serious: "I don't want to film anymore, right?"
"No," Yang Siran replied, lying on his chest, "I want to shoot."
"Who are you competing against?" Geng Jinwei said with his eyes closed, his voice always a little cold.
Yang Siran was used to the indifference in his voice, and answered honestly, without rubbing his chest or acting like a spoiled child: "I'm not competitive, I can be very obedient."
Geng Jinwei's chest vibrated slightly when he spoke, which made Yang Siran's ears numb. He heard Geng Jinwei say above his head, "You want me to take you, what is your identity?"
Yang Siran replied immediately, "I have no identity."
Geng Jinwei said, "Look at who I have taken with me. I've only taken care of Shaoyi for the past few years. You want to be on an equal footing with him, which is against the sky?"
Yang Siran's expression froze, he immediately got up, and said sincerely: "I didn't think about it that much, and I don't dare."
"You dare not." Geng Jinwei still closed his eyes and said lightly, "You dare not think about it, others dare. Whoever you are, I will take you personally."
"I'm nobody," Yang Siran said, "... I was wrong."
Geng Jinwei really drank too much this day, so he would tell Yang Siran this. His words were not pleasant and piercing, but Yang Siran not only didn't feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, he felt quite warm in his heart. In his own opinion, Geng Jinwei who told him this could even be said to be gentle.
Yang Siran was indeed obedient and calm. After Geng Jinwei said this, Yang Siran never thought about going back to filming, and he didn't want to do it at all. After that, when Geng Jinwei asked him if he still wanted to film, he answered directly, "I don't."
Geng Jinwei's eyes swept around him a few times, and he stopped talking to him.
Playing with music, writing and writing songs, this kind of life is good. He is not short of money, and the songs he wrote can be worth a few dollars even if they are sold one day. His Weibo has hardly been updated for a few months, and he has almost planned to quit, but one day he received a message from Geng Jinwei.
- Come to the company in the afternoon.
Yang Siran was surprised and went early. I met his later assistant at the company, and I also learned that the company had planned to let him make a movie before and told him to audition next week. Yang Siran looked at Geng Jinwei blankly, and then nodded respectfully: "Okay, Mr. Geng."
In Geng Jinwei's house that night, Yang Siran whispered, "I will..."
Geng Jinwei said, "Let him follow you in the future, and you can be your assistant."
Yang Siran asked, "Will it cause you trouble?"
Geng Jinwei sneered, lowered his eyes and looked at him: "I have a lot to worry about. If you have time, thank Yuan Ye. Your brother Yuan Ye has spoken for you. You know who to have a good relationship with."
Yang Siran nodded.
He worked hard that night, acting as if he was using his body to repay the gift given by the sponsor. In fact, only he himself knew that the heart in his chest was agitated violently for half a night. No one understands his secret thoughts, he has lost his soul since he was young, and every bit of feedback from the other party can make him feel lucky. Even if this is just a little love from the gold master to an obedient little lover, it is enough for him to indulge in it.
Geng Jinwei twisted his ears with his fingertips a few times, and this small movement made Yang Siran tremble.
Those loves soaked in the years, those cravings and desires when dreaming at midnight made Yang Siran willing to step into the ground and look up at each other.
Except for the original agent, Yang Siran never had any conflicts with the company. His assistant is also used as an agent, and he does all the external communication, and their relationship has always been good. He didn't arrange too much things for Yang Siran, and Yang Siran didn't have any airs to play with.
Yang Siran is very ambitious, and looks really good. He came from Fang Shaoyi's company, and no one dares to step on it wherever he goes. In the first few plays, they all cooperated with big directors. Although they are all small roles, the starting point is very high. He's been on fire very fast, and he has almost entered the first-tier niche in more than two years, and he has to ask for resources. My own conditions are good, people are humble and hardworking, plus the company has the means and ability, it is inevitable to become popular.
The schedule is getting more and more full, and sometimes he can't come back to the company several times in half a year.
Yang Siran sat in the dressing room, letting the stylist do his hair, a perfect face in the mirror.
The assistant sat beside him, looked up at him, and asked, "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?"
Yang Siran said, "Well, I'm a little tired recently."
The assistant smiled and said, "It's a good thing to be busy."
Yang Siran smiled lightly at him from the mirror: "I know."
He held the phone in his hand, checking from time to time to see if there was any news. Seeing that he was about to go out, and the phone hadn't moved yet, Yang Siran unlocked it, opened the chat interface again, and sent a message: I miss you.
On the chat interface, it was always sent unilaterally by him, and the last time the other party replied to him was last month. Since last year, the other party will occasionally reply to the messages he sent, and most of them are just "um". But there has been no reply since last month.
The company has recently promoted a young man. Yang Siran has seen him in a show, a real young man. The boy in his early twenties saw Yang Siran, nodded and smiled and called him "Brother Siran". The company praised him very well, which is a good resource.
Everyone in the company said that Mr. Geng treated him very favorably, which was not simple.
The French show ended. Yang Siran and his assistant were sitting on the plane returning to China. Now there are no outsiders. When the assistant saw that he was not looking very well, he turned to his side, lowered his voice and said to him: "Don't think so much, There is no long-term in this circle, and you have been with him for four years, which is quite a long time."
Yang Siran pursed his lips and didn't answer.
"You are not what you used to be now, and you can't stand without anyone. There must be trouble, but you won't be killed by someone." The assistant and Yang Siran have been tied together for more than two years. Except for the work layer, it is indeed related. Well, I can tell him something in private, "A child can't be too careless, let him go, each take what he needs, and take what he needs. Take 10,000 steps back and say... It's not necessarily a bad thing to get rid of this relationship. ."
Yang Siran's follow-up with Geng Jinwei must have been hidden from his assistant. It was no secret long ago. Yang Siran still didn't speak, and turned his head to look at the small window. The clouds outside are quite thick, dense and beautiful, but it makes people feel stuffy and breathless.
Yang Siran returned to the company directly, without returning to his residence first. He knocked on the door of Geng Jinwei's office and heard him answer inside.
Yang Siran opened the door, walked in, and gently closed the door with his backhand. He looked at Geng Jinwei and called out, "Mr. Geng."
"You're back?" Geng Jinwei asked lightly.
Yang Siran hadn't come back for almost four months, and he hadn't seen Geng Jinwei for so long. He walked towards him quietly, his eyes always looking at each other, he really missed him. Identity is more valuable than before, but some feelings will not change.
But his steps stopped a few steps away from the desk.
- A boy sat on the ground beside Geng Jinwei's lap. Yang Siran was caught off guard and looked at him. The boy raised his head to look at him, even raised his eyebrows, and greeted him.
Yang Siran stood there and pursed his lips, then nodded and said hello to him.
After leaving the office, Yang Siran leaned against the wall beside the door, silent for a while, and then let out a long breath.
Geng Jinwei in the door said to the boy, "You go out too."
The boy was not so reluctant and wanted to say more, but Geng Jinwei's expression made him shut up, who would dare to make trouble with him.
No one stipulates that the gold owner can only have one lover, then it is not called a lover, it has to be a lover. Yang Siran had this preparation from the beginning, but he was lucky, and Geng Jinwei had not been around other people in these years. In the comfort, you will always forget those things that should have happened, so when it really comes, you will feel the shock in your heart and it is difficult to accept it. It's all the faults that a peaceful life is used to. Yang Siran smiled at himself in the mirror.
He wore a set of black silk pajamas, which made his skin paler. When he sat on the bed with one leg bent, he showed a fair ankle. The visual effect was very strong, and he looked a little demon.
When he was in love, he took a bite on Geng Jinwei's Adam's apple. After biting, he regretted it and kissed it gently.
Geng Jinwei made him bite his brows, and squeezed his hand on his chin. Yang Siran was forced to raise his head, Geng Jinwei's expression was indistinguishable, and he lowered his eyes and asked him, "Are you angry?"
Yang Siran looked at him, neither dodging nor dodging, but he still didn't want to panic, and said honestly, "I'm not angry... but a little sad."
Geng Jinwei looked into his eyes and let go: "What are you sad about?"
Yang Siran's voice was a little hoarse, and he answered honestly, "I'm sorry you're not alone."
This is a bit unruly, Yang Siran should say it for the first time. After a long time, everyone is a little floating, even he is no exception.
Yang Siran put his arms around Geng Jinwei's neck, buried his face in his neck, and called out sticky: "Uncle..."
Geng Jinwei rubbed his neck with his hand.
Indifferent people doing these slightly tender actions can always drown people. Yang Siran closed his eyes and asked, "Did he call you that too?"
Geng Jinwei looked at him again, and then his big hand grabbed his head randomly twice, not lightly, Yang Siran made him open his eyes, Geng Jinwei looked at the corners of his red eyes, but didn't answer him. , just suddenly said: "So many young boys and girls, why don't you give it a try?"
Yang Siran immediately became a little nervous, blinked and asked, "Did you hear something? I didn't. I haven't messed around, I'm clean."
It's really clean. After so many years, he has even touched himself very little.
What Geng Jinwei didn't know, this person in his arms was always obedient, but he was a stubborn person in his heart. His stubbornness was clearly written in his eyes, and the light in his eyes had not been extinguished for so many years.
That night, Yang Siran almost fainted and lost all his strength. His palms were wet, and he wanted to grab Geng Jinwei's hand, but he couldn't. Geng Jinwei suddenly said to him, "Come here."
Yang Siran blinked slightly, his eyelashes trembling. He didn't dare to speak loudly, and asked softly, "...what?"
Geng Jinwei picked off one of the eyelashes that had fallen off his face, and said solemnly, "That's it, don't come again."
Yang Siran's age is the right time. For some people, it is a blessing to have a good time with the old patron. Most of the sponsors are generous, with a considerable breakup fee, and if they have resources in the future, they will generally not forget their obedient lover. Even Yang Siran's assistant whispered to him: "This is a good thing, Mr. Geng will not treat you badly. In the future, as long as you don't fight with Su Chen, don't argue with him, let's not find trouble by ourselves, how easy it is to live. You are not a small person in our company now, you can make money by filming and earning money, it's a good life."
Those who knew about this all felt that Yang Siran was earning money. The gold master has held him with all his heart in recent years. Now that people are hot, they don't need to carry such a pot of black water on their backs. It's clean.
But Yang Siran didn't follow him at first because he didn't want him to be popular, so he didn't think about it.
Therefore, some things are like drinking water, and you will understand whether it is cold or warm.
It has been almost thirteen years since Yang Siran first saw Geng Jinwei at the age of seventeen.
When he followed Geng Jinwei, he stepped on the ground to like this person. But not cheap, he was born with this kind of person, and his emotions were in this form from the beginning. He didn't think that he was inferior to others' feelings.
But this doesn't mean that Yang Siran really has no bones and is really shameless.
Like it or not? It must have been liked, and it has not diminished in the slightest. But Yang Siran really never went to Geng Jinwei's house again, never pasted his legs in the office. When they meet, they respectfully nod and call "Mr. Geng", and at most they look back at him quietly for a few seconds after they leave.
Don't entangle as much as you like it. Being able to stay by his side for a few years is already a kind treatment of fate. Not every heartbeat can have a result. Compared with many unrequited loves, he is already too lucky.
"Brother Shao, Brother Yuanye," Yang Siran's seat was in the row behind them, he saw the couple immediately went over to say hello, "You two are so handsome today."
"We're not handsome anymore?" Yuan Ye raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Is it because Brother Yuan Ye is not handsome, or is Brother Shao Yi's appearance untouchable?"
"No," Yang Siran said quickly, "mainly because you don't usually wear suits."
Fang Shaoyi also greeted him and whispered to him: "Director Zhou is over there, go say hello after you leave, last time you temporarily pushed his play, it's not difficult for you and it's over. Don't offend you. People, speak well."
Yang Siran has been in contact with them a lot now, and he is quite familiar with them. Fang Shaoyi would sometimes talk to him like this. Yang Siran always listened very carefully, he remembered everything he told him, and he could do as he did.
There is no shortage of actors or starlets at the festival. Yang Siran also saw Su Chen, and it was rumored that Mr. Geng spoiled him so much that he would coax people like a goblin. The little boy's smile was bright and likable indeed.
He stopped Yang Siran, and when he talked to him, he still called him "Brother Siran" affectionately.
Yang Siran has always been friendly. Others looked at the two of them as brothers and sisters, and when they looked back, they might even take some pictures to stir up a CP. Yang Siran doesn't want to get fired with him, but he has had a lot of CPs in the past few years since his debut, and he is often tied up and fired, but he doesn't really want to. So when Su Chen approached and wanted to get closer, Yang Siran quietly retreated without giving him a chance.
The former and former lover of a gold master, the group is really embarrassed for CP.
Su Chen didn't care about his lack of cooperation, and said with a smile, "Add a WeChat, Siran?"
Yang Siran took out his mobile phone and scanned the code, Su Chen lowered his head and whispered, "Candy is delicious, can Siran share a bite with me?"
After becoming a friend, Yang Siran picked up his phone, smiled lightly and said, "Take it as you can."
The sugar is really delicious, and Yang Siran has been taking it carefully for four years. Now Su Chen asked him to share, not to mention that Yang Siran was reluctant to score him. What points does he get? He himself is gone.
Yuan Ye knew about him, Yang Siran had told him a long time ago. When Su Chen met Fang Shaoyi and Yuan Ye, they were equally enthusiastic and looked like they were fans of their younger brothers. Later, Yuan Ye joked with Yang Siran and said, "Isn't this Brother Geng's new love?"
He didn't know that Yang Siran was no longer following Geng Jinwei. Yang Siran smiled and said to him, "Yes, I lost my sweetheart."
Yuan Ye raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
Yang Siran sighed, his eyes were a little melancholy, and he chuckled: "Young and lively, who doesn't like it."
After he said Yuan Ye, he gave a "sneer" smile, pressed it on the top of his head, and threw a sentence: "I don't think so. You can't understand your sweetheart. It's useless for so many years. Think about it."
Yang Siran looked up at him, Yuan Ye only said, "Go ahead."
There is nothing left to comprehend, people are gone. He has understood this relationship for more than ten years, and there is nothing he can't figure out. After thinking about it thoroughly, it is possible to be so free and easy, to be free from entanglement, and to not mention the deep love from youth to later. He has long figured out how to act as a greedy lover who trades his body for resources.
Yang Siran seldom took the initiative to contact him, and only sent simple blessing text messages during the holidays.
On Geng Jinwei's birthday, Yang Siran sent him a message: Happy birthday, hope you are safe.
Geng Jinwei replied: Thank you.
Yang Siran looked at those two words, and scratched his fingers on the screen, no matter how moved his heart was, no matter how he was reluctant, he didn't know what to reply.
The former gold owner is indeed generous, and there is nothing to say. Yang Siran's status in the company has not changed at all. He has a lot of good resources. The company brought funds to him for filming, and he also got the endorsement of super-first-line luxury goods. Then Yang Si would send a message to Geng Jinwei every time he got any precious resource: Thank you, hope you are safe.
Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, hope peace.
Merry Christmas and peace.
Happy New Year, say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, and hope for peace.
In the New Year, Geng Jinwei replied to him: Happy New Year.
Xu is because the fireworks outside are so beautiful, it seems that Yang Siran in the room is extraordinarily deserted and lonely. He looked at the four words on the screen, but he couldn't control himself. As if he was afraid that he would regret it, he quickly edited a few words, and then clicked send: I miss you so much.
There will be no reply to this, Yang Siran is not a stalker, and the other party will not be sloppy.
With Yang Siran's condition, he never lacked people to pursue him. There are male and female stars with equal identities in the circle, or those who came together at a young age, or those who are rich and powerful. Yang Siran can find a good next home for himself as long as he relaxes, and there are not no young and handsome ones.
But Yang Siran can't let go of this, his heart is on one person, and it has been transformed into that person many years ago, and it's gone.
He is a member of Fang Shaoyi's company and Geng Jinwei's hands. Most of the time, he doesn't need to be too embarrassed to keep himself from being in danger, and he doesn't want others to be too embarrassed for him. But there are always times when the capitalist who has been drinking for three rounds gets caught in the brain, and Yang Siran can't let himself get away properly—
He was hit at the dinner table. At night, someone took the card and swiped the door of the hotel. Yang Siran was hot all over in his sleep, and he was breathing hot air. In the dimness, someone lifted his shirt, Yang Siran's eyes couldn't see clearly, but just reaching out and touching the man's arm made him sweat.
As soon as they reached out, they knew it wasn't him, and it wouldn't work if it wasn't for him. Like a conditioned reflex, he turned around and avoided, his hands and feet were soft, but fortunately, he was always there, and he still got out in the end.
Yang Siran was confused, he touched the phone and dialed the number engraved in his mind. The voice in the receiver was hoarse and low, but not indifferent. It was warm in his ears. He asked, "What's wrong?"
"I..." Only when I opened my mouth, I found that my voice was so hoarse that I couldn't speak, and the brain nerves under the control of the drug had become confused. With a desperate gasp in the confusion, I collapsed on the ground and said, "I'm causing you trouble... I hit someone. already."
"Who?" The voice of the other party has always been so powerful. Yang Siran had tears from the corners of his eyes. He raised his weak hand and wiped it off. He heard the other party ask him on the phone, "Give me the address and room number. ."
Yang Siran almost murmured in his hoarse voice: "...I can only be yours."
Soon someone came, and until they carried him away, Yang Siran didn't know who he had just beaten, and he didn't want to know.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw the shadow that had been engraved in his heart for many years. His eyebrows and eyes were still so deep, and his lines were still so hard. He looks too fierce and has no gentle temperament.
Yang Siran returned rationally and apologized sincerely: "I've caused trouble, Mr. Geng is sorry."
Geng Jinwei stood by the window, looked at him, and asked him, "Your first day in this circle? The dog eats your awareness of prevention?"
Yang Siran didn't talk back, nodded and said, "I didn't care."
"Aren't you being careful?" Geng Jinwei walked over, a few steps in front of him, he reached out and grabbed Yang Siran's hair to make him look up, the ruthlessness in his voice made his heart tremble: "You don't Beware? Are you sorry for me? Who are you sorry for?"
Geng Jinwei lifted his quilt, put his hand on his belly, and pressed it hard: "You dare to swallow anything in your mouth? You can't drink the stuff you add?"
The sudden touch made Yang Siran unprepared, and his heart was shaking.
"The assistant dares to take over the dinner when he is not by his side. It's so fucking awesome." Geng Jinwei's hand moved down Yang Siran's belly a few inches and pressed it there, the veins on his forehead were stretched. "Add a little more and you'll be useless. Do you know what it means to be useless? You're a fool? If someone plays with it, you have to be carried out sideways today!"
Geng Jinwei grabbed Yang Siran's hair and used a little more force. Yang Siran raised his head even more. Geng Jinwei gritted his teeth in front of him and said, "Where's your brain? Let me ask you about your brain!"
He was really angry. He often got angry with others, but this was the first time with Yang Siran. Yang Siran had nothing to make him angry for so long, which was very reassuring. This time, it's a great one, and the result is unimaginable.
Yang Siran kept apologizing and said in a hoarse voice, "It was my fault."
"You're wrong," Geng Jinwei let go of him, Yang Siran was stunned by him, and he sat upright with his arms on the bed, "You fucking scared me to death, you're an idiot."
Yang Siran forgot to speak and looked up at him. There is still the injury from last night's knock on his face, his face is also pale, and he doesn't look angry at all.
Geng Jinwei stretched out his hand and hugged him and pressed Yang Siran's face on his body. The hand on his head was still not gentle.
The breath of his body rushed into his nose, and Yang Siran's mind went blank, and he couldn't think of anything. His open lips were also trembling, and he could not say a word for a long time. There was no blood on his lips, and the angry gold master lowered his head and bit his lips out of blood.
Geng Jinwei kept him for four years. At first, no one knew about it except the assistant and Geng Jinwei's personal driver and assistant. Yuan Ye knew that Yang Siran said it himself, and nothing else. After a long time, some people gradually guessed it, but no one really dared to spread anything about Geng Jinwei's cold face. So far, Yang Siran has always been clean to the outside world, without any black material or good material.
This is the true lover. As for the rumors that are spread all over the world, it cannot be true.
Geng Jinwei later pinched Yang Siran's chin and asked him, "Do you have any idea in your mind for all the thoughts I have spent on you?"
"Yes," Yang Siran nodded and nodded again, "You are good to me."
"You have?" Geng Jinwei sneered, "You have you fucking thinking about me all day? There is no man in the world except me? No one can fuck you anymore?"
Yang Siran still nodded, looking obedient and obedient: "Yes, there are men, but not mine."
"I think you just have no brains." Geng Jinwei said.
Yang Siran leaned over and bit his ear intimately. His voice was low and low, but full of love he was holding carefully. He didn't say a word, but just called out, "Uncle..."
The emotions are personal, sweet and bitter, are all chosen by themselves. It's belief, it's what the heart wants.
The author has something to say: This time it's really here, say goodbye to this story, thank you again, thank you.
See you next time in The Stars.
(Tweet a text to a friend, Gong is an orange cat, easy to Xiang, "The Power of Orange", you can read it if you are interested.)