The old bed board made a sound similar to that of the stairs, and the muffled sound under the layers of mattresses made people dare not move. Qu Yanting froze, with one hand resting on the side of the pillow, while the other hand was still under the pillow after stuffing the phone.
Lu Wen was completely attached to his back, separated by two layers of clothing, his shoulders rubbed against his collarbone, his blades touched his chest, and there was only a narrow gap between his sunken lower back and his abdominal muscles.
With the arms around, Qu Yanting's lower abdomen fell into Lu Wen's palm, and he hooked him back, as if to eliminate the slightest gap. He recalled that fateful morning and finally said, "... what are you doing?"
Lu Wen thought that Qu Yanting had fallen asleep, so he held his breath immediately. He was terrified by the question, but he was agitated for another five minutes. He kept his hand and asked, "Teacher Qu, are you cold?"
Qu Yanting replied: "It's not cold."
How could it be against his will? Lu Wen said, "There's no heating."
Qu Yanting said: "But the bed is very warm."
Lu Wen arched the back of his head with the tip of his nose, and his voice was filtered by the fine hair, and passed into his ears: "That's because I was afraid that you would be cold, so I secretly warmed you up."
For a moment, the fragrance of the shower gel seemed to become stronger. Qu Yanting didn't know how to deal with Lu Wen's confession, but Lu Wen was unwilling to let it go, saying, "But I am not warm anymore."
Qu Yanting was led by the nose: "You..."
Lu Wen was half pleading and half demanding: "Teacher Qu, please keep me warm."
Taking advantage of Qu Yanting's loss of consciousness, Lu Wen directly grabbed the other person's shoulder and fiddled with him, turning him over. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. He lowered his head following his shallow breath, and pressed against Qu Yanting's forehead.
Hugging face to face was more embarrassing than hugging behind, fearing that the bed board would rattle, Qu Yanting struggled slightly, Lu Wen hooked his waist and remained still, letting him waste his effort.
After a while, Lu Wen said, "Teacher Qu, if you take my belt off again, I will sleep shirtless tonight."
Qu Yanting stopped, feeling bullied, and said, "I'm going back tomorrow."
Lu Wen suddenly became smarter, and wrapped his arms tighter: "Oh, then I will cherish this night."
Cherish your uncle... Qu Yanting cursed in her heart, but bit her lips and let out a painful "hiss".
Lu Wen hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
Qu Yanting clenched her teeth tightly and squeezed out a sentence: "It hurts."
Lu Wen was wronged and confused: "I didn't do anything!"
Qu Yanting said angrily, "What else do you want to do?"
"...I, no." Lu Wen's cleverness stayed for less than a minute, "I just want to hug it, and it's so twists and turns."
Qu Yanting was so speechless, he didn't care about anything else, put his hand on Lu Wen's shoulder, twisted it for a while, complained: "You almost broke your waist."
Lu Wen gently rubbed Qu Yanting with the palm of his hand. This person drove the night train all night for him, cleaned up the mess for him, and groaned for him when he was strangled in pain.
The pajamas were slippery and slippery, so it was inconvenient to apply force. Lu Wen lifted the hem of the clothes, put his hand on Qu Yanting's skin, and rubbed the sore spot from light to heavy.
Qu Yanting closed her eyes, tired and comfortable intertwined, she lost consciousness in her warm embrace.
Listening to the gradually even breathing, Lu Wen whispered, "Teacher Qu?"
Qu Yanting didn't respond, she was extremely tired and fell into a deep sleep.
"Teacher Qu?" Lu Wen confirmed twice, "Teacher Qu, are you asleep?"
He pulled up the quilt to cover Qu Yanting's chin, and then stretched out his arms to hug the person and the quilt together, like hugging a favorite toy when he was a child.
"Qu Yanting?" Lu Wen couldn't hear him anyway, so he said boldly, "What do you think of me?"
"Appearance and body, personality, ability and family background, education and IQ, the ranking is in order. Can the average score pass? Does it catch your eye?"
"If you can't get in, just keep your eyes open. After all, my level is just like this."
"I have no experience, even a hug will hurt you, but I am willing to study hard and practice hard."
"Ask yourself, where can you find a man as pure as me?"
"Although I am often ashamed on the surface, I am still a volunteer behind my back."
"Even if you don't think about yourself, think about your cat."
"Perhaps Commander Huang needs a father."
Lu Wen was stuck, he didn't know what he was talking about, his mouth was dry, he picked up the lip balm between the two pillows, and applied it in the dark.
At this moment, Qu Yanting muttered vaguely.
Lu Wen discovered that Qu Yanting seemed to have a habit of talking in his sleep. The last time he called was his younger brother and father. I don't know who he was thinking about in his dream at the moment.
"Fool… "
Lu Wen was taken aback, did you call him
Did Qu Yanting dream of him? Think every day and dream at night!
Lu Wen turned over and covered Qu Yanting's body, only the outline could be discerned in the pitch black, he bent down, like a murderous flower picker at night, but with a bit of conscience left, he gently pressed his lips on the center of Qu Yanting's eyebrows.
He was indeed more powerful than imagined.
There was a light rain in the second half of the night, the sky was cloudy, and dawn came later than usual.
Qu Yanting woke up first, opened her eyes and was confused for a moment, remembering that this was at Master Cao's house in Lanshui, with Lu Wen's broad chest in front of her, falling asleep together.
He had experienced Lu Wen's anger in getting up, and he didn't dare to make mistakes. He moved his arms and legs more carefully than digging the ground/thunder, and stuffed a pillow into the opponent's arms after leaving.
Getting out of bed was so cold that people shivered, Qu Yanting changed his clothes first, took out the mobile phone under the pillow to watch the news, the room was dim, and he rubbed the corners of his eyes and eyebrows stimulated by the light from the screen.
After rubbing the touch screen, leaving a trace, Qu Yanting rubbed his fingertips strangely, it was a little sticky.
He frowned and observed for a while, then glanced at the big puddle on the bed, wouldn't this unlucky thing rub his nose against his face? Hesitatingly raised his hand and smelled it, it smelled like flowers.
Qu Yanting heaved a sigh of relief, and went downstairs to wash up. The water pipe was filled with sweet mountain spring water. After washing, he felt refreshed. He sat down in the yard alone, and took out his phone again.
The entertainment headlines were still the same as those of yesterday, and the enthusiasm continued throughout the night. The studio was on holiday, and there were no fresh emails to deal with. Turning on the home monitor, the cat's rice bowl was full of water and food, Yu Nan probably went there.
Qu Yanting zoomed in on the screen to appreciate Commander Huang's sleeping posture, and a burst of fragmentary memories swirled in his mind. It was probably a dream, but Commander Huang actually spoke human words and called him daddy, it really scared me to death.
Qu Yanting habitually straightened his back on the floor. After a meal, he found that the pain was not so bad. He hurried away without plasters, thinking that it would take at least two days to slow down.
Ding dong, someone knocked on the brass ring outside the gate.
Qu Yanting was nervous reflexively, stood up, not sure which room Master Cao was in, the people outside continued to knock, he was afraid of waking Lu Wen up, so he walked over bravely.
Pulling out the latch, Qu Yanting opened the door half an arm's width away. Outside the door was a young man in casual clothes, who looked like a worker. He asked, "Who are you looking for?"
The other party replied: "Hello, I am Mr. Jin's assistant. He has some things in the room on the second floor. I will clean them up."
"Okay." Qu Yanting let the other party in, "Take it easy, someone is resting upstairs."
With the fresh air blowing in after the rain, Qu Yanting simply opened the whole door to ventilate. A nanny car was parked under the steps. It seemed that Jin Yanyu's team was about to leave.
Qu Yanting stood there for two seconds, and was about to turn around when the door of the rear compartment suddenly opened.
Jin Yanyu got out of the car, dressed very thinly, and when he walked, his large coat flapped back. He stared at every step Qu Yanting took, and went up the steps, showing astonishment on his slumped face.
Qu Yanting looked back calmly, then turned and stepped over the threshold.
Jin Yanyu followed and stopped in the courtyard. When Qu Yanting turned to face him again, he stared at the facial features, skin color, tiny moles, and smooth and tight jaw.
Although people are cold, they are more vivid than photos.
After a long time, Jin Yanyu let out a "huh" laugh, which was as light as letting out a breath. He took out the cigarette case, smoked one and put it in his mouth, then took out another and handed it up: "Director Qu, do you want to smoke?"
Qu Yanting caught it, bit his lips, Jin Yanyu approached him and lit him personally. After clicking and returning to the original position, Jin Yanyu tightened his cheeks and took a big mouthful, even panting slightly when he exhaled.
In comparison, Qu Yanting was much gentler, it could be called perfunctory, he held it between his fingers for a while without touching it.
Jin Yanyu asked: "Aren't you used to smoking this brand?"
Qu Yanting said, "I don't smoke much."
Jin Yanyu brushed off the broken cigarette ash: "Then I'm honored." He looked up at the second floor, not paying attention to the progress of the assistant's tidying up, but looking at Lu Wen's bedroom next door.
"You are busy, why are you here?" He asked knowingly.
Qu Yanting replied: "Come and see my friend."
Jin Yanyu smiled and said: "It's just a play of yours, so why don't you come here to solve your problems?"
Qu Yanting didn't bother to change his expression, so he just kept his tone relaxed: "I'm also wondering, it's just a play of mine, do you dare to bully him like this?"
When Jin Yanyu took pictures and posted on Weibo, he expected that things would ferment. Generally, small transparent people don't make a sound at all, and it's fine if they suffer from being dumb, but Lu Wen is different. He won't even change clothes, and he will never bear it Instead of posting.
"He praised you for your good looks." Jin Yanyu said, "He said I was like you, but also said I was not as good as you."
Qu Yanting said: "So you take revenge?"
Jin Yanyu smoked his cigarette to the end: "I really want to know, if the hero who praised you as a flower has an accident, will you take action to settle it? If not, I won't suffer, and if there is, it just satisfies my curiosity."
"Stop pretending." Qu Yanting pierced him, "What you want to know is not whether I will settle for Lu Wen, but whether Zeng Zhen will settle for you."
Jin Yanyu's face changed, and he looked pale in the smoke. He did this clumsy and unreasonable thing. Whether the program crew will protect him or not depends on whether Zeng Zhen will intervene.
"I thought that if you helped Lu Wen, you would choose the easiest way."
"You think I will beg Zeng Zhen?"
"Yes, that's right." Jin Yanyu said, "I bullied Lu Wen to force you to ask Zeng Zhen for help. I just want to see if that old guy will help me or help you."
Qu Yanting said, "Unfortunately, I didn't find him."
Jin Yanyu raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically: "Yes, you Qu Da is a great screenwriter. I would rather travel so far than give him a call. I am a little impressed."
Qu Yanting stubbed out the cigarette butt, and asked, "Do you think the price of curiosity is worth it?"
"It's so-so." Jin Yanyu pretended to be relaxed, "At least the old guy really found a program group for me before, it's very cool."
The assistant comes down with the suitcase and can go.
Jin Yanyu pulled the zipper of his coat to the top, walked two steps towards Qu Yanting, and lowered his voice: "I have been shocked so many times, and it was just a phone call."
Qu Yanting looked at the pot of spider plants calmly.
"Then you come to accompany Lu Wen in person, I'm afraid it's not just about cooperating in a play?"
Jin Yanyu smiled slyly, turned around and left after speaking, and left a voice in the yard as he strode out: "I don't want to come to this shitty place again!"
The bulging cotton on the bed moved for a moment, Lu Wen opened his eyes, and was about to curse back in a daze, when he found that he was holding a pillow in his arms. He sat up, half of the bed was empty, it was already too cold to be warm.
"Fuck, did you really go back?"
Lu Wen threw off the quilt and got out of bed. Just as he stepped on his slippers, Qu Yanting pushed the door open from the outside.
"Scared me to death, I thought you were gone." Lu Wen suddenly relaxed, lay back under the blanket from the cold, and leaned against the head of the bed to cover his chest with the quilt, "Teacher Qu, who was yelling just now?"
Qu Yanting took the computer to the table to charge it, and said, "I didn't hear that, you must be dreaming."
"It's possible." Lu Wenchu slipped down, "Then I'll sleep for a while."
Qu Yanting said: "What time is it still sleeping, get up."
Lu Wendong didn't move: "Anyway, I don't need to record today, so what are you doing when you wake up in the cold?"
"Read a book." Qu Yanting opened the database and said while browsing, "Look at your "Food for the World"."
Lu Wen's face was dull, he picked up the book from the bedside, flipped through it randomly: "Actually, I like to read biography books, this one is for you."
Qu Yanting read it when she was in college, but in the past many years, she has almost forgotten it. She only remembers a poem, but she can't remember the sentence clearly.
"Well," he said, "it's a waste if you hold it."
After Qu Yanting finished speaking, he touched his pocket and found that the mobile phone had fallen on the low table downstairs. He got up and went downstairs. When he closed the door, he glanced at it. The illiterate Lu had already dropped his book and started playing with his mobile phone.
Walking into the yard, the phone lit up at the corner of the table. Qu Yanting bent down to pick it up, unlocked it, and stood there to open the QQ message he had just received.
Unlucky little singer: Writer, thank you for your encouragement last night!
Qu Yanting was a little bit fragmented, and only after flipping through the chat records did he realize that, based on what the other party said, he replied: "The hug was successful?"
Unlucky little singer: More than that.
Social horror writer: what do you mean
Unlucky little singer: I even kissed my forehead!
Qu Yanting thought, this level of intimacy, even if the relationship is not confirmed, it should be tacit.
Social Fear Junior Writer: Congratulations.
Unlucky little singer: I feel that soon there will be a lover who will finally get married.
Facing this line of words, Qu Yanting suddenly remembered the poems in that book, and he typed: I think of an old lover's song.
Unlucky Little Singer: So appropriate? what is it
Socially afraid young writer: I can't remember the specifics.
Unlucky little singer: How can you whet your appetite!
Social horror writer: In "Food for Humanity", you can read it if you are interested.
Lu Wen was holding the phone in surprise. It was too ready-made. He immediately picked up the book and quickly flipped through the pages. The creaking sound of Qu Yanting stepping on the stairs outside the house came.
He finally found it, and caught two of them in an instant.
The door opened, and Qu Yanting came back with her mobile phone. She saw Lu Wenduan sitting on the bed with empty hands, and the book was placed aside. He went straight over and asked, "Show me?"
Lu Wen nodded, "Yes".
Qu Yanting asked strangely, "Why is your face so red?"
Lu Wen rolled out of bed, put on his slippers and rushed out: "I haven't washed my face yet, so let's stop talking."
After disappearing in a flash, Qu Yanting sat down at the end of the bed laughingly, holding a book, a page was folded at a corner, and he flipped to it, it happened to be the lover's song.
Two of the sentences have scratches from fingernails—
do it in your arms/cry with love
I'm dying because I can't possess you