After the show, Sister Yaner immediately took off the microphone attached to her forehead and greeted the backstage staff: "Is there a cold drink? Get two bottles of ice water for Xiang Guai, I'm afraid that if his face turns red again, he will explode on the spot. already."
Backstage laughed.
Xiang Guai lowered his head and rubbed the tips of his red ears, so embarrassed that he wanted to stand in the corner.
The music director of the prison field teased him: "Xiang Guai, you are not too young, and you don't have a partner yet? After being kissed by our sister Yan'er, she was so scared that her feathers would explode."
"Yes... Yes, yes, but..." Xiang Guai was still in a state of complete ignorance.
Just now on the stage, Sister Yan'er suddenly kissed her to save the scene. Xiang Guai was not mentally prepared at all, and subconsciously wanted to push her away, but after touching his female partner's shoulder with his hands, he immediately realized that there was an audience under the stage, and he immediately changed the push to hug, so he didn't show his cowardice.
The kiss came at just the right time, not only did it not look abrupt, but instead set off the characters' feelings. The thunderous applause from the audience also proved how much they loved the kiss.
Sister Yan'er patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, in this business, it's normal to kiss, kiss, touch, hold. You watch foreign dramas, and there are also nude performances."
She raised her hand and rubbed Xiang Guai's hair: "Why are you such a thin-skinned child? When my partner and I acted together, we had to kiss a dozen times in a play. The first time we played together, I kissed. If you take a bite, you will be scared like this, how will you play tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?"
Xiang Guaidai sat on the stool and slowly came to his senses.
Sister Yan'er is right, as an actor, it is very normal to have physical contact with your partner on stage. Moreover, they are playing such a silly white sweet drama. The audience walks into the theater to watch handsome men and beautiful women fall in love. Naturally, kissing is also in everyone's expectation.
Xiang Guess is an actor, he kisses his heroine, there is nothing wrong with him!
-But, but...
Xiang Guai's palm pressed against his left chest, recalling the look in Tan Yiming's eyes just now, he suddenly had an indescribable strange feeling.
It's a bit like elementary school students who are forced to read their compositions aloud at parent-teacher meetings, wishing they could just find a hole in the ground to dig into. But apart from that, there seems to be some unspeakable guilt.
"Sister Yan'er, I have a question that I'm curious about." The boy suddenly asked.
"What's the problem?" Sister Yan'er answered casually while removing the net from her hair.
"I remember you were married, didn't I?"
"Yeah, my kids are all in kindergarten!"
Xiang Gu bit his lip and asked softly, "Then you are so close to your male partner on stage, won't your lover be jealous?"
Sister Yan'er laughed. She stopped her movements and looked at him in the mirror: "Xiao Xiang, you are so mature on the stage that I almost forgot that you just graduated. Your question is really cute."
"…?"
"No matter how real it is on the stage, it's all fake. We enter one stage after another in life, and perform the joys and sorrows of the scenes, but the people on the stage are not us after all." However, it is true that some actors, because they are too close to their partners, end up spoiling a good partner. People who watch the show are jealous at first, and then suspicious; those who act will also have a subtle sense of cheating... "
Hearing the word "derailment", Xiang Gu's heart jumped.
Sister Yan'er didn't notice his unnaturalness, she blinked and said with a smile: "So, for actors like us, the best choice to find someone is—"
Xiang Gu answered, "Looking for an actor in the circle?"
"Wrong!" Sister Yan'er slapped her thigh, "If you want to look for it, look for fans!!"
Xiang Guess: "???"
Sister, do you know what your behavior is called in the entertainment circle...
The makeup artist who was listening to the two of them chatting was amused, and when he saw Xiang Guai looked like he was frightened, he hurriedly said, "Xiao Xiang, sister Yan'er is not kidding, her husband is really her fan. Not only her fan, but also her acting. He's seen all the dramas he's ever seen."
Compared with the clear-cut film and television industry, the relationship between fans and actors in the domestic stage play industry is much closer. There are no agents, assistants, and bodyguards around the stage actors. Often, one person comes to the backstage to put on makeup, and then one person removes makeup and leaves.
If an audience member often comes in and out of the theater, and waits for the actor outside the SD every time, the actor will be impressed by him after a few times.
"Really, it's best to find fans." Sister Yan'er imparted her experience. "My husband is not only not suspicious, but also supports me in acting. Because the me who he fell in love with at first is the me who shines brightly on the stage."
Sister Yan'er fell into memory. She and her husband have been married for many years, but when it comes to her lover, she still looks like a little woman immersed in love.
"I also asked him, I said I was in a relationship with a male partner, wouldn't you be jealous? He said no, because—'Even though the audience has seen you in thousands of ways, there is one that only I can see '."
…
Every word that Sister Yan'er said kept appearing in Xiang Guess' mind. Even when he left the theater and got into the chattering car, the words were still echoing in his mind.
The rain has stopped and traffic conditions have improved. SUV cars shuttle on the road in the middle of the night, the theater is in the north of the city, but their home is in the east of the city.
"Are you tired? Why haven't you spoken?" Tan Yiming asked.
"It's quite tiring." Xiang Guai turned to look at him, withered, like a little banana tree ravaged by the rainstorm. "Last night, I received news from the producer. I packed my bags overnight and arrived at the airport early in the morning. I thought I would be there at noon, but because of the heavy rain in Hwaseong, we stayed in the cabin for a long time before taking off. After landing, I rushed over to make up for rehearsal. ... I feel like this breath has been held on my chest and I haven't put it down... Now that the performance is finally over, I just want to go home and sleep directly on the bed."
"If you're tired, just sleep in the car for a while. There's a blanket in the back." Tan Yiming said thoughtfully.
"No need." Xiang Gu shook his head. He held the cushions of the car in his arms, and slipped under the seat like he did in high school. He was curled up in the passenger seat, and he didn't look like an adult at all. "It's not safe to drive late at night. Let me talk with you to save you sleepiness."
Tan Yiming raised his eyebrows, "So considerate?"
"Of course I'm considerate." Xiang Guai said triumphantly, "None of the actresses who have partnered with me disliked me, they all said that I was a very gentleman."
"Oh?" Tan Yiming rushed out, "Sister Yan'er said the same thing?"
Xiang Guai: "..." Ganqing is waiting for him here.
Tan Yiming reached the point, and did not continue to ask further questions. First, Xiang Gu is an actor, and all the interactions between him and the female lead on stage are only natural; second, he is a landlord, and he has no position to take the tenant's jealousy at all.
Tan Yiming felt that he was weird. He is obviously a 30-year-old adult man, and all the ups and downs of his emotions are tied to this little ancestor beside him.
Xiang Guai didn't speak, his fingers hid under the seat, clasping the seams.
Looking at Tan Yiming's expression from the corner of his eyes, he was inexplicably happy.
At this moment, Xiang Gu's cell phone rang, and it was Chen Ziran who sent the message.
The face genius Chen Ziran: Lao Tie, I just finished the show, are you finished
guess: I just came out of the theater, what happened
Face genius Chen Ziran: Did you receive the flowers I asked my assistant to give you
guess: [The goose is shocked].jpg
guess: Why are you spending so much money!
The face genius Chen Ziran: I have said many times, don't use the poor income level of your musical actors to measure the pockets of a traffic male star.
guess:…
The face genius Chen Ziran: Alright, kneel down.
When Xiang Guai left the theater, he walked directly through the back door. He didn't pass the lobby, and naturally he didn't see the conspicuous flower wall that Chen Ziran had given him to support the facade.
He felt a little guilty, turned his head and asked Tan Yiming if he had seen the flower wall.
Tan Yiming: "I saw it, I even took a picture."
It was inconvenient for him to drive, so he simply handed the mobile phone in his pocket to Xiang Guai.
Xiang Gu accidentally got the man's phone and felt a little hot.
Tan Yiming didn't think there was anything wrong with this, so he frankly told Xiang Guai the password of his mobile phone.
His password was a four-digit number, which made Xiang Guess feel very familiar.
"this is not… "
"It's your rent." Tan Yiming replied with a blushing face, "I set your rent as a password to save you from forgetting to charge you every month."
I don't know who the answer is lying to.
The phone entered the main interface, and as soon as it was turned on, Xiang Gu was shocked by the bright red 99+ logo on the screen.
Needless to say, WeChat, QQ, and mailboxes, and even life-like software such as Alipay, Ele.me, AutoNavi Map, and Youdao Dictionary, have a bright red prompt symbol on the upper right corner.
Xiang Guai had never seen such a spectacular sight of the motherland's mountains and rivers turning red, and asked him tremblingly, "Don't you ever click on it to take a look?"
Tan Yiming explained embarrassingly: "Those are push notifications, I'm too lazy to click on them."
"Then just turn off the background push."
"...I don't know how to close it." Tan Yiming coughed and said with a little guilty conscience, "What, I will study how to close it when I have time..."
Xiang Guai looked at Tan Yiming, and then looked at his mobile phone, thinking, Tan Yiming usually looks very capable, and even his house is well organized, but he didn't expect to have such an "eclectic" side.
And such a private habit, it is impossible for other people to know.
The words that Sister Yan'er said sounded again in Xiang Gu's mind, which caused him to completely empty his mind for the rest of the journey. Holding Tan Yiming's mobile phone, he moved his fingers mechanically and kept zooming in and out of the picture of the flower wall, but in fact he didn't even notice what color the flower wall was.
Of course Tan Yiming didn't know that he was distracted. He only saw Xiang Guai staring at the photo for more than ten minutes, and saw that Tan Yiming was sour from the inside out.
… It turns out that Xiang Gu likes flower walls so much.
…
The car drove into the basement of the community, Xiang Gu jumped out of the car, and waited for Tan Yiming to lock the car.
"By the way, where is my luggage?" Xiang Guai only carried a large backpack when he came back this time, with everything in it.
The luggage was not easy to get to the backstage, so Xiang Gu stayed in Tan Yiming's car.
Tan Yiming said casually, "I put the trunk."
As soon as he said the words, he immediately remembered that there was still a bunch of ambiguous white roses in the trunk! He hurriedly rushed over, eager to push Xiang Guai to the elevator.
"Guess you go up first, I'll help you with the luggage."
His overly attentive attitude naturally caused Xiang Guess to be suspicious.
"I have hands and feet, and I carry my luggage by myself."
"No, no, you must be tired after playing for so long. Go and press the elevator first."
Xiang Guai felt even more strange: "I've recovered after resting for so long, and I have a few pieces of laundry stuffed in my shoulders and I can handle it myself."
"Don't move!" In a panic, Tan Yiming didn't care how abrupt his behavior was, "I'm coming!!"
Xiang Guess: "… "
Seeing that he was so persistent, Xiang Gu could only let go of the strange feeling in his heart for a while, and said in agreement, "...Well, take it quickly. I'll wait for you over there first."
With that, he turned around and walked towards the elevator.
Tan Yiming stood by the trunk and breathed a sigh of relief.
However, without waiting for his hanging heart to fall, Xiang Chai suddenly shot back with a carbine. Relying on his agility, he snatched his car keys directly from Tan Yiming's hand. Tan Yiming lost Jingzhou carelessly, and before he could react, Xiang Gu had already pressed the door button on the central control lock.
Only a "beep" sounded - the trunk door slammed open.
The goose-yellow lights at the top sprinkled down, illuminating the entire trunk.
There are a lot of things in the trunk, including Xiang Gu's black backpack, Tan Yiming's spare suit... and a handful of rose bouquets that were bumped all the way in the airtight compartment but still delicate and elegant.
The aroma of roses wafted out quickly, occupying Xiang Gu's breath extremely domineeringly.
Xiang Chai looked at the off-white bouquet of roses stupidly, suspecting that he had fallen into a dream.
He asked softly in disbelief, "This is...?"
"This is... this is..." Tan Yiming racked his brains to make up a reason, "Tomorrow is the birthday of our company's business director. This is a surprise I gave her on behalf of the company."
Sounds plausible and convincing.
However, just like laughing at his lies, the pink greeting card in the bouquet suddenly fell, along with a crushed rose.
Xiang Guaiyan caught the card quickly, took a deep breath, and slowly opened it—
"Guess:
the light belongs to you
the stage belongs to you
applause belongs to you
i belong to you too
—Your first fan: Tan Yiming”
The text written by the man himself is vigorous and powerful. It was just a few dozen words, but Xiang Guai read it for a long time.
He didn't seem to know the words, and he desperately opened his eyes, trying to imprint every glyph in his mind.
This is the most subtle and direct confession I have ever seen in my life.
He had countless words to say, but those words filled his chest, slowly, slowly filling his entire heart.
Xiang Chai silently closed the card, looked up at the man standing in front of him, but unexpectedly saw Tan Yiming's nervous expression.
It was that somewhat "stupid" expression that suddenly made Xiang Guess laugh, and made all the stagnant words in his heart dissipate.
What's the use of thinking so much now
He picked up the broken white rose, turned his long fingers nimbly, and put the rose branch accurately into Tan Yiming's shirt pocket.
The petals of the snow-capped rose rose in layers, blooming on the man's left chest.
"Thank you for this fan's love—" Xiang Chai closed the card gently, "—I accepted your gift."
The author has something to say: I don’t know if you still remember it. I wrote it in the previous version of the copy, saying that this article is also called “How did the fanboy get into idols”~
I hope that while Guess is chasing old talk, old talk is also chasing Guess.
They worship each other, they are infatuated with each other, they are idols and fans of each other.