Rarely have the opportunity to wake up in one's own home from the sound of a cat meowing. It feels so fresh.
The little guy's cry was long and thin, sounding like a furry paw scratching his ear—it must be hunger, he thought.
When this thought occurred, he found that he seemed to be able to think normally.
Although the head is still a little heavy and the response is slower than usual, at least the pain has subsided and does not hinder the thinking.
He frowned and raised his eyelids with difficulty. The first time was unsuccessful, and the soft white light of the morning flickered in the two open slits for only a short second, and it was still locked out in the end.
So he lay silently for a while, and then opened his eyes again.
This time he saw the ceiling of the room smoothly.
However, the roof in front of him didn't seem to be the same as the one he'd seen in the past few days. After a dazed recollection, he remembered that this was his bedroom, not his study.
bedroom
Shen Yan shuddered slightly and completely woke up.
He moved his body instinctively, but suddenly realized that his arm was being gently held by someone, hugging him like a pillow. And the man's head was still on it, and strands of black hair were casually draped over his sleeves.
For the first time, I slept side by side with another person in my own bed.
The place where the bodies depend on each other is intimate, the most rare warm touch in this season gently spreads between the friction of the fabric and the fabric, in this small quilt that accommodates two people, time seems to have passed six months, and spring has arrived ahead of schedule. . The emotion and throbbing that I can't express myself are like the blossoming of spring flowers, slowly blooming in my heart.
His eyes fell on the man's face.
The person is still sleeping quietly, perhaps because of the high body temperature, the place where the cheeks connect to the ears is slightly red, the eyebrows are serene, and the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, as if they are having a sweet dream.
And he himself, that kind of beautiful texture has continued from dream to reality, and it has not stopped because of waking up.
Qi Jin.
While reciting the name silently, he subconsciously raised his other hand and touched his lips.
Somewhat blankly, he slowly rubbed.
Want to... get close.
Closer than now, let the memory fragments of last night wake up when they were closest.
Shen Yan moved an inch on the pillow, and the tip of her nose touched Qi Jin's hair lightly. With just a little movement, she could smell the smell of the bottle of shampoo at home. It's nice to slowly, day by day, make this person part of your home.
"Qi Jin."
He couldn't help but scream.
I don't know if it was because I heard his voice, or because I heard the cat meowing outside the door, the breathing rhythm of the person on the arm was stagnant, and after a while, he murmured lazily, and seemed to have a tendency to look up. Shen Yan guessed that this was a sign that the other party was about to wake up, and opened up a little distance.
Sure enough, Qi Jin's brows twitched slightly, opened his eyes in confusion, blinked twice, and the third time he suddenly met his eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Perhaps finding that he was touching his lips in a daze, Qi Jin let out a chuckle, and the corners of his eyes curled up: "Morning."
Shen Yan was stunned for a while, then subconsciously responded: "Morning..."
Qi Jin's eyes were still hazy, even with a smile, probably not yet fully awake. At this moment, he buried his head on Shen Yan's sleeve again, took a deep breath of the smell there, and was reluctant to put down the sugar bowl like a child who had just tasted the sweetness, greedily asking for more.
Shen Yan watched every detail of his movements for a long time, and his eyes were inseparable for a moment.
The longer I look at it, the less realistic the dream-like feeling becomes, and the joy of confirming happiness gradually fills my heart.
"I'm embarrassed to look up." When he thought that Qi Jin had fallen asleep again, such a sentence suddenly came out from the face that was on his arm, his voice was low, and there was a hint of vagueness. laugh.
Shen Yan came back to his senses as if awake.
"Sorry." Then, he muttered an apology, but he didn't take his eyes off the other person for a moment.
As if he had expected his eyes to be inseparable from him, Qi Jin slowly raised his head, his eyes were crystal clear, and he looked directly at him from a close distance. Shen Yan's hand loosened a bit at this time, put it down and probed towards him cautiously, her fingers turned back from Qi Jin's temple, her palm covered his red ear, rubbed it, and combed him with pity. 's hair.
Qi Jin kept smiling at him.
He gently stroked for a while, his hand moved down unconsciously, and his thumb rubbed slowly on Qi Qin's lips.
This time, it seemed that a faint smile appeared on Qi Jin's lips.
"There is a better way to verify it, but you still touch it with your hands."
Qi Qin's hoarse voice spread from one end of the pillow to the other, making Shen Yan feel that the half of her face that was pressed against the pillow was a little hot.
He retracted his hand, pressed it to the side where Qi Jin was lying, slowly stood up under the gaze of the other party, leaned down, and silently kissed the place where his fingers had just rubbed.
Qi Jin is right - there is no better way to verify this. There is no more immediate and intense impression than two people's lips rubbing against each other. In an instant, it was as if I heard the patter of rain last night, smelled the rich scent of the half-open clothes last night, and tasted the sweet and astringent taste of last night's red wine.
Really, wake up all the memories of the night before.
At that time, their consciousness was burned by alcohol, and they caught fire. The entanglement of their lips and tongues made people dizzy and weak, and they only knew how to respond to each other with instinct.
But now, both of them are very sober and understand what they are doing and what the other is doing.
Because of this, the heartbeat is more intense.
This time, Shen Yan didn't go further, just rubbed it itchy, but it stayed for a long time, like a warm greeting in the morning.
Qi Jin closed his eyes, during which time he gently grabbed his open collar with his hands and pulled it down as low as possible to maintain a distance where they could freely transmit body temperature. Even though the kiss finally stopped in the low breaths of the two of them, he still didn't let go.
"So what?" After a long time, Qi Jin suddenly asked him.
"So?" Shen Yan couldn't react for a while, and was slightly stunned.
The man who was exclusively licensed to him was so close, so close that he could see his own projection in his eyes, the indescribable happiness of being placed in the center of his field of vision. However, he was very greedy and wanted to add a small spoonful of sugar to this happiness to increase the sweetness inside: "You have already kissed, but you still refuse to officially become my boyfriend?"
I don't know how many times I imagined, when the word "under review" was removed from his title.
Shen Yan is a person with a strong sense of responsibility.
Therefore, to turn positive in such a name, for him and for Shen Yan, it is the most suitable and natural—
Shen Yan stared at him for a long time. Qi Jin also looked at him, watching his own projection tremble slightly in his eyes, and finally blinked his eyelids, and the reflection inside was covered with a layer of moist luster, lingering and flickering in the silent place.
"Okay." The short, yet most sincere answer.
Qi Jin heard this quietly, without any movement.
When a person hears the long-awaited answer, he often does not dare to respond immediately, because he is afraid that it is a dream, and the sound will end the dream.
In fact, what ended was not the dream, but the negative emotions that had always been worrying about gains and losses. The rain had stopped, whether it was outdoors or indoors. It's not just the sky that clears up.
He finally laughed silently, raised his head, and pressed Shen Yan's lips again.
Just as he was about to linger for a while in the morning sun on Sunday, the sound of the cat meowing through the door became more and more resentful.
"Meow! Meow! Meow!" If the cat language can be translated, then the literal translation must be "I'm hungry". The small return period attaches great importance to the issue of food and clothing, and the screaming is so desolate, it must be scratching the wall with hunger.
As a real parent, Qi Jin had to temporarily let go of the other parent, shaking her head while laughing.
It's no wonder that my colleagues used to talk all day long, saying that children are the light bulbs of husband and wife life, and it's true - it's really not easy to be a qualified cat dad.
During the small return period, he nibbled on cat food contentedly, and gulps down a drink mixed with milk powder and nutritional supplements.
On the return day, he smiled and watched his son eat while eating his own breakfast. The little guy probably didn't know why he accidentally got a snack today. The portion was 30% more than usual, but Qi Jin knew in his heart, because the food in front of him was also more abundant than usual.
Shen Yan, who prepared all of this, explained: Sunday is off, and there is plenty of time to slowly cook breakfast for two people and one cat.
However, Qi Jin saw his selfishness and just smiled without revealing it.
Fortunately, Shen Yan did not have a hangover.
Although I was still a little dizzy after getting up, fortunately it didn't last long, and I felt a lot more comfortable after washing my face with cold water. To be cautious, Shen Yan also took out the sour bamboo shoots fish soup left over from yesterday, boiled it again in a pot, and drank it hot to sober up. The discomfort finally disappeared.
Qi Jin was very concerned about whether he recovered well or not.
Not just because of concerns about his body, but tonight will be his first game. If the mental state is not good, I am afraid it will affect the performance.
A bad start is likely to cast a shadow over the next few games.
"According to the schedule of the preliminary round, you have a note tonight, Xiaoshan old man." When the two sat down to eat together, Qi Wei hesitated for a while, but decided to cut to the chase.
The preliminary stage of "Zhu Tian Ling" is based on the order of NPC, supporting role, and then the protagonist.
The current official schedule for the male character preliminary round is as follows:
Sunday night: 6:00 to 8:00 - "Liu Suyu", 8:30 to 10:30 - "Xiaoshan Old Man";
Monday night: 6:00 to 8:00 session - "The Innkeeper", 8:30 to 10:30 session - "Reed";
Tuesday night: 6:00 to 8:00 - "Yan Buliu", 8:30 to 10:30 - "Bai Ke";
Wednesday night: 6:00 to 8:00 - "Changdi", 8:30 to 10:30 - "Shunyang Hou";
Thursday night: 6:00 to 8:00 - "Qin Tuo", 8:30 to 10:30 - "Fang Yisheng".
Shen Yan reported one NPC and two supporting roles, while Qi Jin reported one supporting role and two main characters, so Shen Yan had two games ahead of Qi Jin.
"Just keep your normal heart." Shen Yan's attitude has not changed from beginning to end.
"However, tonight is the first round of the preliminary round, and it's the weekend again. I think there should be a lot of online listeners. Conservatively, it is estimated that there are at least seven or eight thousand." Qi Jin used to read the data when he browsed the forum posts. The online number of the two trials has almost exceeded 10,000 each game - the so-called "conservative estimate" is actually too conservative.
When calculating the total score, the audience votes accounted for a certain proportion, and the smaller the difference between the players' scores, the more critical.
Even if there is no impact on the score, the atmosphere of the scene is quite a test of the players' psychological quality.
Shen Yan's "normal heart" is good, but Qi Jin still can't be 100% calm.
"Maybe I'll be more nervous than you at that time." He sighed while laughing, and he could foresee his embarrassment with sweaty palms while listening to Shen Yan's game tonight while wearing headphones.
"Then, do you want to go out with me later to ask for peace of mind?" Shen Yan suddenly looked at him and smiled. Before tonight's game starts at 8:30, they still have a lot of alone time.
Qi Jin was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what to ask for Shen Yan's peace of mind, and who to ask for.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Go and meet the prototype of the character 'Old Man Xiaoshan' in my mind." Shen Yan gently uncovered the mystery, with a gentle smile on her brows, her expression as calm as her voice.
One layer of autumn rain and one layer of cool, the temperature dropped by five or six degrees, and there was a little white fog when you breathed outside.
Taking advantage of the fact that they had just filled their stomachs and were drowsy and dozing off, the two of them put on plain clothes suitable for tomb sweeping and went out together.
After the rain, the cumulonimbus clouds entrenched over the city were shaved off a thick layer, like a quilt torn apart, and the white velvet inside was scattered in the east and west. Those cotton balls sucked up the rain, but they couldn't take away the dark or light gray in the sky, and they still couldn't get rid of the cold first impression.
Shen Yan bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums at a flower shop, and then took the bus with Qi Jin to a cemetery in the suburbs north of the city.
The cemetery was built in the early days, and the facade is not as brand new as those developed now. The plaque on the gate has been painted several times, and the four corners are still a bit worn. However, this place is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side, and with the greening work in place, it is a good choice for digging into the ground. The 40-minute drive has left the hustle and bustle of the city far away, a rain has washed away the dust, and the fresh air is blowing in the face, allowing people to calm down slowly.
Qi Jin observed the environment here all the way, and gradually went downhill under the guidance of Shen Yan, bypassing a pine forest, and suddenly the eyes were bright, and rows of neat tombstones stood by the water, extending along the direction of the river embankment.
"My grandfather's ashes are buried here." Shen Yan's voice was soft, but his tone was heavy.
Because of the rain, no one except them came to sweep the tomb nearby, and only one or two staff members were seen cleaning the dead branches and leaves after the rain. Qi Jin then stretched out his hand, pulled Shen Yan comfortingly, and asked him to lead her away: "Take me to see it."
Shen Yan shook his hand slowly: "Well."
Grandpa Shen Yan's tombstone is no different from the other tombstones next to it.
The white cornerstone is the base, and a black marble slab is used for the engraving of the inscriptions. After the characters are chiseled, a layer of silver lacquer is filled with white characters on a black background, which is solemn and solemn. There is also a black-and-white photo in the middle of the tombstone—the old man in the photo is a little younger than when he died. It should have been taken in middle age. He has a warm gaze and a slight smile. It is conceivable that he should have been a kind person during his lifetime.
This tombstone was erected in the name of a family member, because the inscription also listed the names of the old man's children and grandchildren.
Qi Jin looked from the beginning to the end. There are many people with the surname Shen, but the word "Shen Yan" is not engraved.
When he noticed this detail, his heart trembled slightly, but he didn't say a word, and hurriedly looked away to prevent Shen Yan from finding out what he was looking for.
Shen Yan did not notice his unnaturalness, and was concentrating on cleaning up the fallen leaves on the tombstone, brushing off the rainwater on the tombstone, and then gently putting down the bunch of white chrysanthemums.
"Grandpa, I'm here to see you."
Shen Yan lowered her body and took a half-kneeling posture. But because the ground was wet, the knee didn't really hit the ground.
Qi Jin knelt down as he did, with a straight face, and introduced himself politely: "Hello, Grandpa Shen, my name is Qi Jin. Today is the first time to visit you."
At this time, Shen Yan looked at Qi Jin lightly, the tenderness in her eyes penetrated into a smile, and after a while, she turned back to the photo on the tombstone and said, "Qi Jin... he is my boyfriend."
The last three words were a little bit awkward, but in the end, they said it completely, without any regrets.
Qi Jin was stunned for a while, and it took a long time to understand what Shen Yan was saying, her face was a little hot, and she was embarrassed to raise her head in front of the old man's tombstone. On such a solemn occasion, in the face of such a respected person, Shen Yan's words were like a formal introduction.
He knew that Shen Yan was a man who took his feelings very seriously. But he couldn't contain the joy to actually hear him admit their relationship in front of others.
The smile of the old man in the photo was frozen for a long time, as if it was the most timely and warmest blessing.
"Grandpa," Shen Yan was silent for a moment, and then slowly said the following words, "When you were dying, you always thought that there was no one to accompany me, no one to listen to me, but it doesn't matter now. He's here... My illness will be healed slowly, please rest assured over there. He and I will live well - well, cherish what we have now."
When Qi Jin heard this, she didn't know why her nose was sore, so she tried her best to suppress it, trying her best not to let herself cry at such a time.
Another moment of silence.
Shen Yan closed her eyes, paused for about three minutes, and finally continued.
"Tonight, I'm going to take the first step. For him, and for myself." Shen Yan took a deep breath, held Qi Jin's hand tightly, opened her eyes again, her eyes were firm, "I will play the role of a peacemaker. Grandpa, your character is similar to you. I hope you can bless me to overcome the psychological barrier and bring the kind of care you gave me before, through my voice and performance... to all the audience present and to more people. Thank you. "
After all, I bowed deeply.
Qi Jin also shook his hand tightly, followed with a bow, and said silently: Grandpa, thank you...for taking care of him.
The two stayed quietly in front of the tombstone for a while, and didn't say any extra words, because it was unnecessary. Silence is also an inherent way of communication for Shen Yan.
"Go home." After a long time, Shen Yan got up gently and pulled up the people around him.
"Ok."
The two left the bouquet, silently left the old man's tomb, and returned the same way. It was almost noon at this time, and several families came to visit the graves one after another while they were resting on Sunday. Qi Jin thought about it, then dragged Shen Yan's hand into the pocket on the side of his coat, and put his own hand in it. Hold quietly.
The two walked side by side, and if others didn't look closely, they couldn't see that they were holding hands.
The atmosphere in front of the tombstone was a little sentimental just now, Qi Jin looked at Shen Yan's face, and seemed to be unable to recover her emotions, so she deliberately half-serious, half-jokingly said: "I thought... Take me out on a date, I didn't expect you to be more powerful, so I went straight to meet my parents."
This sentence really hit the spot. Shen Yan was stunned, looked back at him abruptly, and asked hesitantly, "...I, am I too abrupt?"
To be honest, a place like a cemetery is not for everyone.
Seeing his uneasy expression, Qi Jin couldn't help laughing loudly: "I'm teasing you. Actually, I'm very happy that you brought me to such an important place."
Shen Yan heard the words and breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed his head, looked away uncomfortably, and hesitated.
"Next time, let's go somewhere else—" Date. Shen Yan didn't say the last two words, but Qi Wei knew what he wanted to say, pursed her lips and smiled, nodded in agreement.
There is only one bus passing through the cemetery, and the waiting time is relatively long.
The two of them waited at the station while chatting about the game. At this time, Qi Jin suddenly heard her cell phone ring, which was a text message alert tone.
"Oops... Could it be that there is something wrong with the unit?" Overtime on weekends abounds on news channels, and Qi Jin was the type that was very easy to get caught before the car accident. Thanks to the kindness of the director for the past two weeks, he has been a little more leisurely, but if there is really not enough manpower, he may not escape the disaster.
Qi Jin had to temporarily let go of Shen Yan's hand, took out her phone, unlocked it and checked her inbox.
Fortunately, the text message was sent by Ning Xiaoxiao.
He breathed a sigh of relief just now, but the moment he opened the text message, he took that breath back, and the coolness went straight into his lungs.
【Senior brother! ! Have you ever been on Weibo? ! Come and see! ! 】
The above is the content of the text message from the sister.
This tone, this pomp of exclamation marks... is clearly the rhythm of bloody storms.
Such a rhythm is not surprising before any major game.
Qi Jin held up her mobile phone and couldn't make up her mind to start Weibo. Shen Yan stood very close, and must have seen the content of the text message, so Qi Jin gave him a troubled look.
"Go and have a look, just don't let anything happen."
Shen Yan's words are actually superfluous. Ning Xiaoxiao yelled at him to get up quickly, something must have happened.
Qi Jin had no choice but to accept his fate and click on Weibo.
very good. Compared to the tragic history where he was beaten by more than 3,000 rounds last time, this time is not so scary.
Junior sister, junior sister, you really like scaring people. Just after the number of retweets exceeded 500, you sent me a text message to urge me to come up. Qi Jin slandered and began to comfort herself with Ah Q's spirit.
But when he really saw the forwarded content, Ning Xiaoxiao's image suddenly became extremely tall and wise.
It's not just the microblogs themselves that are scary, but the people who post them.
The point is, this person is not the Great God of Tongjatai he thought, but—
CV-Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles: Tonight's "Zhu Tian Ling" dubbing competition, I have a "Liu Suyu", starting at six o'clock, can you come and cheer for me? You are the only one who can make me feel a little better at the moment, thank you. @CV-no return date
Qi Jin had really planned to watch the first game. But he didn't know that "Liu Suyu" had cross-bridge noodle in the shortlist. He just wanted to hear the competition process in advance, the judges' evaluation and so on, and then he could remind Shen Yan to pay attention when he played.
As a result... Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles actually invites him to cheer him up so openly? In theory, you should call yourself a CP for this kind of thing, right
This makes Tongquetai lose face!
This makes the Moss Party lose face!
It's like a red fruit... The rhythm of the legendary real card and the legendary gossip object getting together is full of drama. I believe that this Weibo has the strength to run for the year-end gossip award in the network distribution circle.
Why is Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles naming themselves, and what are they obsessing about
Listening to his tone, there is absolutely no feeling of being coquettish, cute, pretentious and asking for support, nor deliberately speaking ironically or watching his own jokes deliberately. Very straightforward, very crisp, not like a joke.
If he is paired with an old transparent who has one digit fewer fans than him, he is far from being with the great god to attract fans. Not only can he not create a topic, increase his popularity, he may even offend the great god and be pinched by the gangsters. Can't get up. In the current circle of cute CP cute gods, there is no benefit to him at all.
"I really don't understand..." Qi Jin shook her head in confusion.
The last time I was beaten by him on Weibo, I felt that this person would not play cards logically, and now it is even more elusive. He suddenly wanted to have a good talk about life with this bridge-crossing rice noodle gentleman.
"Yunnan Bridge Noodles?"
Shen Yan kept silently staring at the content on the screen, and only then did she gently read the ID, her eyes moved, and her eyes seemed to have a little more thought.
Shen Yan witnessed the whole process of the fans who crossed the bridge noodle in the first episode of "Trap" and asked to replace him.
So the current development must be very strange, besides... Shen Yan is now standing beside him as an official "boyfriend".
"I didn't interact with this person at all in private, really." Qi Jin blurted out, suddenly realizing the tension in her tone, and the worry grew worse and worse.
Shen Yan was stunned for a while, looking at his eagerness to explain, he couldn't help laughing slightly.
"I believe in you." The four words are a booster, and the rest is just a simple supplement. "No matter what you decide, I will support it. So, rest assured and handle it according to your own wishes."