- You, understand what I mean
-Ok.
- Do you really understand
-Ok.
In the end, Qi Jin was still not quite sure whether Shen Yan understood what he was saying or what he meant.
Shen Yan turned her back to him, and couldn't see her expression, she just stretched out her hand and gently pulled his hand, strode towards the door of the hotel. He followed in a trance, his heart seemed to be tied to the place where the two hands held each other, and as the footsteps swayed and swayed, it swayed faster and faster.
When passing the lobby, the waiter at the front desk kept staring at them, and other guests in the hotel also looked over to see the hands they held together.
But they don't care.
Walking through the corridor of the hotel, the wall lamps on both sides retreated beside them one by one, giving a sense of dizziness. The steps were also staggering because of drunkenness, but the hands were firmly grasped, like a hesitant boat pulled by the ropes across the undulating river surface, and it didn't stop for a while until I got into the elevator - just at that moment, Shen Yan. His thumb rested on the back of his hand and slowly polished, and he heard a muffled drum sound coming from the depths of his chest, almost jumping from the palm of his hand to the palm of the other's palm.
thump.
thump.
thump…
It rang again and again in the enclosed space of the elevator, obscure and intense.
Ten fingers involuntarily entwined tightly together, using all of his strength to suppress this sound and suppress himself. But, only in vain.
Opening the door of the room, Shen Yan stepped in first. There is no light, no language, only the hand is suddenly released.
Qi Jin's eyes hadn't adapted to the darkness for a while, so he couldn't see anything at the moment, completely relying on hearing. He heard Shen Yan take two steps forward and pulled away from him. It seemed to be accompanied by a rustling sound of fabric. He subconsciously caught up with two steps and rushed over, and hugged him firmly from behind. The man didn't let go—it seemed that he was a little flustered thinking that the other party had changed his mind and ran away.
"Hey." Shen Yan smiled lightly.
In fact, he just wanted to take off his coat and walk over to hang it on the hook beside the cabinet. But now, the jacket has only been taken off halfway, but his hands can't be stopped because of the calipers.
He didn't struggle, just let Qi Jin hold it so quietly, let go of the buttons of his clothes, and slowly hung down without making any movement.
Perhaps because she couldn't feel the other party's intention to leave, Qi Jin's breathing gradually calmed down, her hands relaxed, and she hugged her for a long time in a very attached posture. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he raised his head and saw that the thin light outside the window traced the outline of the man's shoulder in front of him, as if a solid line drawn by a white pencil had been gently erased by an eraser. Particularly exciting.
While thinking about it, Qi Jin raised his hand and clumsily unloaded Shen Yan's half-off coat, and threw it on the sofa chair beside him. There was only a close-fitting shirt left, so he buried the tip of his nose and gently slid across the collar. Rub the side of the person's neck.
Shen Yan closed her eyes and silently held Qi Jin's hand that came to the front, her breath involuntarily heavier.
During this period of time, Qi Jin has been busy on the TV station. After returning home, apart from rubbing her ears and temples for a while before going to bed, she basically has no more opportunities to make out. Now, the two of them are in another city, in a hotel room, without having to think about work or taking care of household chores, and suddenly want to—
"Ayan," Qi Jin breathed slightly and whispered, "Turn around, I want to look at your face."
Shen Yan Yiyan slowly turned to face him.
At that moment, Qi Jin had already posted it and deprived him of his right to speak without a word. He was a bit willful and tough, but he silently tolerated it, even the faint smell of wine seeping from his lips. Accept it together and respond to all meekly.
Qi Jin "looked" at him—not with his eyes, but with his hands. He stroked his face with his hand and "looked" at every corner there inch by inch. After touching it for a long time, I always felt that it was not enough, and gradually I touched Shen Yan's shoulders and chest, and it felt a little hot to touch through a thin layer of cloth. Every now and then, when my fingers scratched the buttons of my shirt, it would make a very small sound. Loud, for some reason it sounds like the urge to rip them off.
When he reached the point where he couldn't be satisfied no matter how much he touched, Qi Wei took a deep breath and gently pushed the person back. Shen Yan followed his movements and took two steps back and sat on the double bed at the back.
Qi Jin gasped and pressed over, half of his knees pressed against the edge of the bed, he pulled his pair of shoulders down and pressed down deeply into the quilt.
He leaned down, stretched out his hand and gently stroked along the hairline of Shen Yan's forehead, pressed the man's head, and looked at the tough throat in the middle of the shirt that was open when the other's head was slightly raised, and swallowed it subconsciously. Take a sip to ease the anxiety caused by thirst. I don't know if the ideology has changed, and the angle of looking at this person is different - I just think that it will be delicious if you bite down.
"I think... I might be in a hurry." Qi Jin murmured suddenly.
Shen Yan was stunned when she heard these words, then smiled, and put her hand on his temples, and patiently stroked it slowly for a while.
He finally responded.
"Are you in a hurry, obviously I haven't started yet."
The tone of the speaker was very calm, just like when the two of them discussed a trivial matter in life, natural and calm.
But the listeners don't think so.
In the darkness where the outlines of each other could only be vaguely seen, Qi Jin's rapid breathing sounded repressed again and again. Although depressed, there was a low-grade temperature, and it was warm on his face. But, still no action.
Shen Yan was silent, and withdrew his hand from his temple.
"If you can't do it," he said, "just do it for me."
When he was speaking, he also made a slight movement to stand up, intentionally or unintentionally, to get up and press back. At this moment, the shoulder was suddenly pressed back on the bed by the person on him. Pushing is real pushing—even if he resists hard, he won't necessarily be able to break free.
What's more... He didn't intend to resist from the beginning.
The man above was panting lowly, holding him firmly with both hands. Perhaps the fake action of getting up played a role, and a hint of urgency was clearly heard from the heavy breathing. This kind of reaction made him laugh, but when the other party leaned down and bit his Adam's apple, he stopped laughing, "um", followed by gasping lightly, and wrapped his hands with some difficulty. The other party's head was silently pressed to his own.
Condoms, lubricants, these things, Qi Jin thought that they might be useful when packing up, so she brought them.
This matter, I never only have theoretical knowledge, not practice.
When I actually practice it, I realize that it is not so easy. It also needs to be adapted slowly, and it will be slightly painful, but because there is lubricant, at least it will not hurt the other party. But looking at Shen Yan's frown at the moment he entered, he still felt guilty.
However, he couldn't say a word, his mind went blank.
The only thing I can do is to lower my head and kiss his eyes, slow down my movements, and move forward slowly in restraint as this man usually treats him—at least, when he still has reason to restrain himself.
"woo..."
While breathing heavily, he couldn't help but because of the unfamiliar speed coming from under him. Moan. groan.
He never thought that he would one day have the thought of thinking about it. However, practice has proved that in the face of the person he deeply loves, a man's instinct still exists.
Perhaps it was the first time I had such a feeling, and the effects of alcohol were at work, my body was a little out of control, and I only felt in a trance that I was in a dilemma, but this kind of forced feeling was extremely comfortable. I can't stop trying. And every time he did this, he could feel Shen Yan's back tightening slightly, inexplicably making him even more addicted to it, unable to extricate himself.
Shen Yan spoke very little from beginning to end. He just murmured his name from time to time, in a hoarse voice, weakly.
"Aqin."
It was the first time in his life that he knew his name could sound so beautiful.
When everything was over, he felt that he was slightly paralyzed, and for a moment he felt nothing. When he regained consciousness, he was already slumped on Shen Yan's chest, panting.
The heating in the room was so strong that a thin layer of sweat was attached to his back, half dry and half wet, and the light from the tall buildings in the city in the distance had all been smeared, and he could breathe in the same breath. I saw that layer of light slowly flowing back and forth. The two figures have spent their entire lives lying silently together, exuding a dank smell of sea salt—a unique smell after the tide has receded.
"You haven't..."
"It's alright." Maybe because she wasn't used to it, Shen Yan wasn't free yet, but she just lay quietly on the pillow and didn't move.
Qi Jin was already guilty, but now he feels even more guilty. He couldn't bear it like this, so he quietly got under the quilt without saying a word, and before the other party had room to react, he silently held the thing below. . Shen Yan was stunned for a moment, hurriedly took a breath, and involuntarily supported the back of his head with her hands, but her fingers couldn't use half the strength, she only rubbed the hair there with a wry smile, and closed her eyes resignedly.
In fact, it was already in the state, but it only owed a little stamina. And Qi Jin is patiently and slowly pulling up this stamina for him.
After a while, Qi Jin heard the man make a "woo" and pushed him gently with his hand, but he didn't let go, but insisted on holding it, and felt that the other person trembled violently and finally let it out.
Qi Jin unconsciously lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, but she still retreated silently, rubbed her thumb against the corner of her lips, and swallowed the rest of the taste silently, and then she got out of the quilt and got back into the strong and powerful embrace of the man.
"Actually, it's pretty good on the top." He said with a half-smile, raising his eyes beside Shen Yan's collarbone and looking at the other party's reaction to this sentence.
Shen Yan just smiled lightly, her voice still a little hoarse: "As long as you like it."
Hearing what he said, Qi Jin laughed in a low voice: "Idiot... I lied to you. It's hard work on top - I'm such a lazy person, so you can come here in the future."
But once in a while is fine. he thought to himself.
Shen Yan didn't answer, and suddenly leaned back on him lightly, pressed him against the pillow and kissed him for a long time, until Qi Jin felt that she might faint due to lack of oxygen, so he let go , while panting and looking at each other a short distance away, his fingertips slowly traced Qi Jin's face, and suddenly said, "I have no reservations about you now—"
All the past, all the scars, and all of himself.
"It's all for you." He whispered.
Qi Jin looked at him intently, and after a while, smiled lightly and said, "Yeah," and used a joke to hide the moist light in her eyes: "I know, I will be responsible for you."
Shen Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and hugged him tightly.
On the second day of the official recording, Zhang Cheng brought the company's car to pick him up early in the morning. According to the previous agreement, except for Tan Zixian, who lives in Beijing, who can go to the recording studio on their own, other players must gather in the hotel lobby early before 8 o'clock and wait for the pick-up.
Everyone had the same idea about Shen Yan's punctuality, and felt that he must be the type who would sit there and wait half an hour in advance.
But when he appeared in the lobby at 7:58, many people secretly said, "It turns out that Daddy Cat is the type to check in." What made them even more unexpected was that the person they thought had already returned, regardless of the date of return, also appeared, and it didn't seem like they came from outside, but instead, they lived in this hotel and just went downstairs just like them. of.
"In addition to listening to the introduction meeting, I met a few teachers and a friend from Beijing to meet, so I just stayed at this hotel for one night."
The reasons for not asking the return date are as above.
Everyone heard it, and there was a lot of discussion.
However, it was strange that he and Shen Yan appeared at almost the same time. Moreover, he has been silently accompanying Shen Yan from the beginning to the end, and specially led Shen Yan to a seat to sit down, and even when Shen Yan sat down, he stretched out his hand to help him a little. Shen Yan told them that she was "not feeling well" when she was eating yesterday, so it's very likely that she's not feeling very well now.
Being so considerate, the word "gentleman" can no longer be used as an excuse.
"He's your daughter-in-law? Even if he's not feeling well, why should you take care of him?" Hong Tian Yi Pao always held a little hostility towards the two of them, and as soon as he spoke, he exploded. The bomb is not small, it is blowing to the point.
Qi Jin was stunned for a moment, her eyes unconsciously met Shen Yan's, and her ears suddenly turned a little red. Fortunately, there is only a small piece, which is not conspicuous.
Qi Jin hadn't opened his mouth yet, but the female players next to him started to excuse him with a smile.
"Uncle Pao, can you say a few words less?"
"That's right, what a daughter-in-law and a daughter-in-law say, she's really a daughter-in-law, and she looks more like a daughter-in-law regardless of the return date—"
Qi Jin heard a slight cough here.
Shen Yan just looked at him quietly, but did not smile.
Qi Jin woke up earlier than him today, and got out of bed when he opened his eyes slightly, and whispered "morning" in his ear. If this is just the beginning, then the latter approach is a bit too obvious. When I got out of bed, I carefully helped me with my hands. When I went to the shower, I prepared a change of clothes, adjusted the hot water, etc. After washing, I touched the sofa to see if it would be too hard to sit on...
He was still left to him in the front, but Shen Yan couldn't help laughing at the back.
- You don't have to wait on me like this, I'm fine and it doesn't hurt.
- No, I will wait and wait for you to be safe, otherwise I don't have the heart to do anything else this day, so you can let me serve.
Thinking back on the conversation before going out now, it still makes him smile unconsciously.
"Hey, are you still on your return date?" Zhang Cheng, who arrived at 8:00, saw Qi Jin and said the same thing in surprise.
After Qi Jin smiled and told the reasons he had casually told, Zhang Cheng patted him on the shoulder happily and said, "If you stay in Beijing today, that's fine—would you like to come with me?"
Qi Jin was a little surprised, so she declined with a measured smile: "No, it makes sense to follow the car to the recording studio in order to see Teacher Pu and Teacher Yuan yesterday... I'm not an official selected contestant, today is the official recording, I'm afraid it won't have any effect in the past."
The so-called influence, of course, is what the members of the official recording are thinking.
If he followed every time, it would be disgusting that a runner-up in him was treated the same as the champions, and he would get carried away.
However, Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "Ah, in fact, for a dubbing project like ours, there are some 'groups' in the later stage. This one is often short of people. If you go, you can also act as a passerby."
Qunza, in terms of professional dubbing, refers to the dubbing of multiple people in the same group as some background sounds and scene sounds after the main dubbing lines of a work are recorded. Serving to add authenticity to post-production, the dubbing credits are sometimes not even listed. Because "Zhu Tian Ling" is not an official film and television drama, it is not convenient to go to the "group" after all the productions are completed. It is best to complete the recording work together today.
If he speaks by himself, the players will definitely gossip.
And if Zhang Cheng opened his mouth, everything would be fine.
"However, with my voice and a passerby, A, B, C, Ding, will there be a play?" The only thing Qi Jin was worried about was this. My own timbre is often used to match the protagonist, supporting roles, etc. It seems too conspicuous to match a passerby. This is the exact opposite of Shen Yan.
"He will arrange this teacher himself." Zhang Cheng was not worried at all.
The script must have been set, will there be any tricks for him in it