Speaking of the Spring Festival, what Song Yunran regretted the most in the past was the prohibition of setting off fireworks, which took away his greatest expectation for New Year's Eve.
It's just that he never thought that he could also be like fireworks, climbing to the peak and then blooming in full bloom on the night when the old and the new are exchanged.
The scarf that bound his wrists had been loosened at some point, but Song Yunran still maintained the previous posture, wrapping his arms around Qin Ke's neck, treating him as the last straw, but also defeated in his hands.
Song Yunran was confused.
I can't tell who is giving this New Year's gift to whom. I just feel that they can no longer tell the distance between each other in the small sound of their lips and teeth intertwined. Shouted down.
After a while, the restless atmosphere slowly showed signs of calm.
Song Yunran's eyes were red, and he was too tired to speak a word.
He rubbed his head against the side of Qin Ke's neck, like a puppy full of canned food, contentedly wrapping his master around and acting like a baby.
"Don't rub."
Qin Ke turned his head, his voice was so hoarse that he could spark anger, "Are you still angry now?"
Song Yunran smirked twice, and he knew that he had been coaxed long ago.
Qin Ke was a little helpless: "You are quite happy."
After finishing speaking, he frowned, and a suppressed tone escaped from his tightly pursed thin lips.
Song Yunran: "..."
I was careless, just now he only cared about enjoying the service and completely forgot to help Qin Ke solve the problem!
"Then, can I help you too?" He blinked and asked softly.
Qin Ke hesitated for a moment, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare.
Because there is no guarantee that if Song Yunran really helps to solve it, he will not be able to control himself and do more.
I want to see him cry with red eyes, and I want to hear him beg for mercy out of tune.
Just thinking about it, the secret joy of bullying small animals can make every nerve of him jump eagerly.
But the remaining rationality reminded him that it was not possible now.
Neither the time nor the place is a good time to indulge your instincts.
Qin Ke bowed his head and kissed him: "Call for brother to listen."
Song Yunran didn't quite understand, but he still called him obediently, "Brother."
The temple twitched violently.
Qin Ke laughed, stretched his arms from the bedside to the paper, wiped his hands: "Let me owe you first."
Afterwards, he got out of bed and opened the window to get some air. He stood by the door and listened to the movement outside for a while. After confirming that Qin Nianrong had fallen asleep, he opened the door to go to the bathroom.
Song Yunran didn't understand what "owing" meant.
Like a small animal so comfortable that he lost his vigilance, he happily turned over, thinking that the method provided by the netizen was really good, even if there was an accident in the middle, the result was better than he expected.
By the time the two of them finished washing, it was already past four o'clock in the morning.
Song Yunran consumed too much energy tonight, and was so sleepy that he fell back on the bed after blowing his hair, and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
He was still unruly when he fell asleep, relying on the heating in the room, he kicked back the quilt in a daze, and he lifted a corner of the pajamas hem, revealing a white and firm belly.
Qin Ke sat on the chair and waited for the smell in the room to dissipate before closing the window.
Turning around, he saw Song Yunran who was sleeping on his back. After a few seconds of silence, he bent forward and gently pinched his cheek.
Song Yunran hummed a few times in his sleep.
Qin Ke let go, covered him with a quilt, and sighed slowly: "I didn't even tell me Happy New Year, I wrote down this account."
On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Qin Ke's vacation ended, and the two returned to Yanshi.
The plane was delayed for two hours, and it was midnight after landing.
Before they got out of the covered bridge, the two consciously put on their hats and masks, and while waiting for their luggage, they also stood low-key in an inconspicuous corner.
Even so, just because of his superior body condition, he still attracted a few scrutinizing eyes from time to time.
After Song Yunran sent a message to the driver, he whispered, "Mistake, I shouldn't have come back on the same plane as you."
On the way out, the airport in City X was full of passengers rushing home for the New Year. All they wanted was to reunite with their families, and they didn't pay much attention to the two tall young men who passed by.
The return journey is different. Many passengers who can arrive at the airport on the third day of the Lunar New Year are traveling during the holidays. They are not so eager to return, so they naturally spend a little more energy to look at the pedestrians around them.
Qin Ke turned around and blocked the extra sight for him: "If you are recognized later, you will run first?"
"..."
Song Yunran's eyes exposed outside the mask were filled with speechlessness, and he paused before saying, "Are you stupid, you are an artist."
If something unexpected happens, maybe he will have to rely on him to cover Qin Ke.
Fortunately, no more suspicions were aroused until they arrived at the underground garage.
After the familiar apple green sports car appeared in sight, Song Yunran unconsciously quickened his pace.
Right now...
"Hello, are you... Song Yunran?"
A girl who looked like a high school student suddenly appeared from nowhere, and after seeing his eyebrows clearly, she almost jumped up excitedly, "Ah, it's really you!"
Song Yunran was shocked, and quickly stopped: "Shh, don't make noise!"
The girl was obedient, nodded and said, "Can I get along with you..."
The rest of the words came to an abrupt end, and she seemed to realize that the person walking next to Song Yunran was neither an assistant nor a bodyguard, but the newly popular actor Qin Ke, and she froze on the spot.
A second later, the joy in the eyes turned into another, more subtle pleasure.
"Wow—" the girl let out a strange sigh.
Song Yunran's heart thumped, and he wanted to run away, but he was afraid that the other party would be stimulated by this, so he started a garage chase with them and caused even greater commotion.
He bit the bullet and cleared his throat: "Well, it's a private trip, so it's not convenient to take pictures."
The girl didn't know what she realized, and she smiled like a spring breeze: "I understand."
No, you better not understand.
Song Yunran moved towards the driver and said, "Promise me, don't post on Weibo about this."
"Yeah, listen to you."
The girl was quite well behaved, as if she was afraid that he was paranoid, she explained, "Don't be nervous, I just came back from a trip out of town, and I didn't mean to follow you."
Song Yunran nodded, but his body uncontrollably hid behind Qin Ke.
Qin Ke didn't speak the whole time, and kept the distance between Mr. Song and the girl without any trace, as if Song Yunran was the artist who needed to be protected.
Fortunately, the driver of the part-time bodyguard also saw the situation here, got out of the car in time and rushed over.
The girl was a little afraid of the strong driver, so she stopped at the spot and waved: "Then I won't bother you, I wish you a happy Chinese New Year!"
Song Yunran breathed a sigh of relief, and waved goodbye to her after getting in the car: "Happy Chinese New Year to you too, stay safe when you go home, little sister."
An embarrassing and friendly exchange was about to end, the girl suddenly became angry and shouted: "Don't shout, I'm not a little sister!"
Song Yunran: "???"
The girl clenched her fists: "I am your mother!"
"..."
Song Yunran numbly fastened his seat belt, turned around after the car drove far away, and saw his "mother" still standing there, like a mother sending off her son, exuding the brilliance of motherhood.
There was silence in the car.
The usually unsmiling driver's shoulders trembled slightly. If it weren't for the consideration of driving safety, he would have wanted to lie on the steering wheel and laugh out loud.
Qin Ke took off his mask and glanced at him: "As expected of you."
"Shut up!"
The disgraced Xiao Song was extremely depressed. He knew that he had a lot of mom fans, but he didn't expect to meet two mom fans one after another in reality, both of whom were witnessed by Qin Ke as a witness.
He glared at Qin Ke angrily, wondering why the fans he attracted were completely different regardless of whether they were of the same age in the past or in this life.
Qin Ke curled his lips into a smile, took out his phone and sent a message to Chen Jing.
Song Yunran leaned his head over to take a look, and agreed, "It's time to say hello to the manager."
Even if the girl didn't take a picture just now, no one can guarantee whether she will expose this incident on the Internet in the future.
The fact that the artist and the boss appeared at the airport at the same time has happened several times in the circle before. Although how to explain it all depends on the mood of the agency, but we must also beware of people who are interested in making a fuss.
A few minutes later, Chen Jing's reply came: [... You took President Xiao Song home for the New Year?]
Qin Ke: [Well, it was decided temporarily, I forgot to tell you in advance.]
Chen Jing was someone who knew some inside information, guessed and asked: [Are you really with him?]
Qin Ke stared at the screen for a while, touched Song Yunran's arm, and handed him the phone: "Do you want to tell Sister Jing?"
Song Yunran thought for a while and said, "Tell her."
Xinghe does not have a rule prohibiting artists from falling in love, so it is better to tell the manager earlier.
When Qin Ke communicated with Chen Jing, Song Yunran was not idle.
He remembered the subtle expression on the girl's face when she saw Qin Ke, and suspected that this person was not only his own mother fan, but also that she was so happy that she almost wrote the words "dizzy" on her face.
I'm afraid it's not a CP fan pretending to be a mother fan.
Song Yunran covered the phone with his cuff, and quietly logged into the Weibo account.
Unexpectedly, no matter how he changed the search keywords, there was no suspected revelation.
Song Yunran did not relax his vigilance. In the next few days, he also secretly followed the news on the Internet. It was not until a week later that he finally confirmed that it seemed that he had wrongly blamed the girl.
He is really a good fan who keeps his mouth shut.
Song Yunran finally felt relieved and devoted himself to the new year's work.
As for Qin Ke...
As early as the morning of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, he set off for the new crew to film.
This is a suspense film he made early on during the recording of "Holiday Slow Travel".
The producers liked his superb acting skills in "Happy Weddings", so they didn't even organize an audition, and directly appointed him as the number one male in the film.
Song Yunran suddenly became a little uncomfortable in the days without a boyfriend to accompany him day and night.
The first thing I do when I wake up every day is turn on my phone and count the calendar.
Because in half a month, it will be the day when the China Film Awards ceremony will be held.
At that time, Qin Ke will ask for leave with the crew and return to Yanshi.
Although it will definitely be a particularly busy schedule, Song Yunran has already made up his mind, and they will definitely find time to meet in private.
However, things are unpredictable.
Three days before the awards ceremony, a post quietly appeared on the homepage of the gossip forum.
[Can someone help me find out, is the person my relative photographed Song Yunran?]
There is only one photo in the thread.
Lanterns and lanterns are hung on the trees along the street, and the Spring Festival couplets posted outside the shops along the street are also clearly visible. You can guess without thinking carefully that this is probably a photo taken during the Spring Festival.
The street in the photo is extremely deserted, with only three or two people on the road.
And the young man circled by the original poster with a round frame is tall and thin. Even though his whole body is tightly wrapped, he somehow conveys the atmosphere of a handsome guy.
[Only half of the face is exposed, who can recognize it?]
[I compared the upper half of his face in the variety show, and it seems that the outline is really similar.]
[Wait, the shape of the ears is exactly the same! But where was this filmed?]
The landlord replied: [X City.]
Facing the place name of this second-tier city, netizens felt that they were being teased.
Who doesn't know that Prince Ningdong is a native of Yan City, even if he travels during the Chinese New Year, he will definitely not appear outside an ordinary community in X City.
It must be just an oolong, it's gone.
Just when the post was about to sink to the second page, a reply suddenly awakened everyone's memory.
[City X? ? ? ... Isn't this Qin Ke's hometown?]
The author has something to say: Because I am obsessed with the Olympics, I have not been able to update on time in the past few days. I would like to apologize here (._.)