Ye Qin didn't want to cause him any more trouble, so he denied it: "No, no one did it, I did it myself."
Cheng Feichi held his hand under his chin and asked, "How do you knock yourself?"
Ye Qin raised his head and felt uncomfortable, his eyes flicked around: "Just, just knocked on the table, and accidentally drank too much..."
Looking at the obvious traces of fingerprints, Cheng Feichi pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth sank slightly, then let go of his hand, exited from the car, pushed the rear door, and returned to the driver's seat.
Continuing to drive forward, the atmosphere in the car became more and more dull and depressing.
Cheng Feichi was angry.
Ye Qin didn't dare to think about the reason for his anger, but couldn't help thinking about it.
Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel a little sad, I lowered my head and buried my chin in my chest. Suddenly, he thought about telling Cheng Feichi that he would not lie to him again, and wondered if it was considered a lie, and felt even more uncomfortable.
Arriving at the Destination Garden Hotel, Ye Qin followed Cheng Feichi upstairs.
After being drunk, his footsteps were a little weak, and the straight road was staggered by him, and he almost hit Cheng Feichi's back when he entered the door. Cheng Feichi glanced back at him, and he immediately held onto the door frame, staring at his eyes and trying to force himself to pretend that he was sober.
It was only when I entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror that I realized how serious the bruise on my chin was. It was a mixture of blue and purple and red. At first glance, it was not the injury caused by knocking on the table.
Ye Qin was very annoyed, so he went out bravely. Here, Wuyin pulled up his collar to cover his chin, and asked Cheng Feichi who was sitting on the sofa and using the computer: "Can I use some ice cubes?"
After getting approval, Yeqin took three ice cubes from the refrigerator and pressed them on his chin. His left hand was so cold that he switched to his right hand. The melted ice dripped down. He was afraid of staining the floor, so he simply ran to the sink. Apply ice in front of you.
Before the ice had melted, Cheng Feichi came over. He quietly took a towel, wrapped some ice cubes in it, and handed it to Yeqin: "Use this."
Ye Qin put down the ice cubes in his hand, rubbed his wet hands dry on the T-shirt, and then went to pick up the ice pack, and thanked him stutteringly.
It was still very cold, the bruises didn't go down much, and the surrounding skin was frozen red first. Ye Qin couldn't see it and didn't know, he endured the cold and continued to press on his face, Cheng Feichi stood there watching for a while, reached out to take the ice pack from his hand, turned back to open the refrigerator and exchanged an egg for him.
Ye Qin hadn't fully sobered up from the wine yet, and his brain capacity was not enough. He didn't understand the meaning of exchanging ice cubes for eggs, so he took the eggs and kneaded them smoothly. Cheng Feichi had already left, but came back within two steps, took the egg from him, and cracked open the shell on the chopping board.
While he was in a daze, Ye Qin's chin was picked up again. Cheng Feichi faced him, put the shelled boiled egg in his palm to warm it up, and then put it on his skin and massaged it.
Yeqin held his breath reflexively, and wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't bear to do so.
From this angle, he could just see Cheng Feichi's entire face. With a high nose bridge, tight thin lips, and a sharp jaw line, the drooping eyelids covered most of his pupils, even so, Yeqin could catch his focused gaze through the thick eyelashes.
The movements of his hands are gentle, and his expression shows no emotion, but it can make people feel full of patience and gentleness.
Yeqin clenched his teeth to no avail, and bit his lips instead. Sensing his reaction, Cheng Feichi raised his eyelids and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Ye Qin shook his head a few times, opened his eyes wide, and looked towards the roof: "No, it doesn't hurt."
He said it didn't hurt, but the end of his eyes turned red first.
Cheng Feichi looked at it for a while, his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and turned his gaze away to continue rubbing for him.
It was past nine o'clock in the evening when they came back, and the two went to bed after taking a shower.
The next day Ye Qin was woken up by the phone ringing, and as soon as he got connected, Liu Yuqing asked straight to the point: "You're okay last night, brother, how do you feel now?"
Ye Qin rubbed his temples and shook his head: "Fortunately... Thank you, sister, I will treat you to a good meal when I return to the capital someday."
"It's fine, just eat." Liu Yuqing said politely, "Do you still have shots to finish? Don't come to the set for the next two days. Director Li is not a generous person. You can come back after he calms down. But when With so many faces, he shouldn't dare to do anything to you."
Mentioning this, Ye Qin's head hurts even more: "There are still a few scenes, which can be completed in about half a day. Director Li... very angry?"
"That's not true. When I returned to the table yesterday, he was laying on his stomach and pretending to be drunk. He had to be carried back to the set. When I saw me this morning and didn't mention a word, it was as if he had lost his memory... I'm used to pretending to be stupid and covering it up, so I suggest you come a few days later."
Yeqin responded and expressed his sincere thanks again.
After explaining the business, Liu Yuqing immediately jumped to another irrelevant topic: "Was that really your brother yesterday? He doesn't look like you at all."
"Ah? Ah... not my brother."
"Is that cousin? Cousin? Your family's genes are really good. When he stood in front of me yesterday, I thought it was some new actor, and I was wondering if I could find a chance to play with him."
Speaking of actors, Ye Qin remembered that he used to worry that Cheng Feichi would be poached by scouts to act because he was so good-looking, and he justly reminded him not to go because he had a very stern face and would scare the audience away.
Hearing such praise from other actresses now, the inexplicable jealousy in my heart faded, leaving only admiration and pride: "Isn't it? I said he is the most handsome in the world."
"Not only is he handsome, but he also has a strong boyfriend. If it weren't for your brother written in your address book, I would have thought he was your date."
Ye Qin's heart beat violently a few times, he didn't have the nerve to ask where the "boyfriend power" came from, he laughed and said, "Huh? My sister really knows how to joke, and I'm not afraid that my brother-in-law will be jealous?"
Liu Yuqing, who already had a regular boyfriend, said with a smile: "Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, your brother-in-law's phone call came in, so I won't tell you for now."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Qin got up.
City S in August is only slightly cooler in the early morning. The air conditioner in the house is turned on to dehumidify, and the temperature is not low, and it will not make people feel very hot.
Breakfast was prepared by Yeqin. Poached eggs and lettuce were sandwiched between toast, and two slices of tomato were cut into it, cut diagonally and placed on a plate. The red, white, green, and yellow colors were really pretty.
When Cheng Feichi finished washing and entered the kitchen, Ye Qin was stuffing the extra tomato into his mouth. When he turned his head and saw someone coming, he shook his shoulders like a child who was caught stealing, swallowed it without chewing, and bulged. Cheeks said to Cheng Feichi: "Morning..."
Cheng Feichi watched a drop of transparent red juice drip from the corner of his mouth, and was quickly licked off by a protruding bright red tongue. For a moment, he forgot what he wanted to say, and nodded in response.
During breakfast, neither of them spoke, and there were occasional sounds of dishes colliding on the table.
Ye Qin was afraid that Cheng Feichi would drive him away. After eating, he stood up and tidied up, without saying anything: "How does this sandwich taste? It's the first time I make... I often fry eggs, and my roommates say it's delicious... This pan is easy to use. It won't stick to the pan, and it's easy to wash... It would be nice if there was soy milk, but wouldn't it be a bit strange to have soy milk with a sandwich... "
Cheng Feichi helped clean up together, occasionally saying "um" to indicate that he was listening.
Every time he heard him make a sound, Yeqin became obviously more excited and talked more and more, from daily diet to the climate difference between the capital and S city to when to buy cheap domestic air tickets, as if last night The timid one is a fake, today the real him is the one who can't stop the car just like before.
After talking too much, I didn't pay attention to the time. When I came out of the kitchen, the hands of the clock on the wall had already pointed to eight o'clock. Ye Qin remembered that Cheng Feichi didn't arrive at seven o'clock the last time he went out, so he sent him to the door: "Sorry, I can't stop talking..."
When he was about to change his shoes at the entrance, Cheng Feichi stopped as if he suddenly thought of something. Ye Qin breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was going to issue an order to evict the guests, but he just went back to the kitchen, took out a boiled egg and put it on the table, said, "Knead it yourself." Then he went out.
Neither drove Yeqin away nor told him the password of the suite, which meant that he could stay here for a while.
But once you go out, don't even think about coming in again.
With mixed feelings in Ye Qin's heart, he didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed, so he walked to the table and slowly peeled the egg skin, and went to the bathroom to rub it in front of the mirror.
Scars and bruises are easy to produce and not easy to disappear for him. His chin is still bruised and purple after one night. He opened his trousers and twisted his head to look behind him. There was also a series of obvious fingerprints from his waist to his buttocks.
Fortunately, Cheng Feichi didn't see it.
The person in the mirror thought of something for some reason, and a blush slowly appeared on his cheeks. After rubbing his chin for a while, he suddenly felt that there was no need to let the bruise disappear too quickly. He held the white and tender egg in front of his eyes, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it.
Cheng Feichi didn't come back at noon, Ye Qin cooked some noodles for a casual meal, rolled up his sleeves and continued cleaning.
From the state of the house, it can be seen that Cheng Feichi has been very busy recently, and it is already the limit to wash the dishes and chopsticks used that day. Books are placed in disorder, furniture is dusty, and three or five shirts are left in the bathroom without washing.
Yeqin used his mobile phone to check the shirt cleaning method and read it carefully. Some said that toothpaste was applied to the collar buttons of the shirt, and some said that salt was sprinkled on it, which made him suffer from choice phobia. Fortunately, Cheng Feichi's clothes were not very dirty. In the end, he chose the gentlest method, soaking the shirt for a few minutes, rubbing it gently with his hands, and then stretching it out to dry on the hanger.
While wiping the bookcase, Ye Qin accidentally knocked off a book on the far right of the floor that was at his line of sight, along with an opened envelope.
He picked up the things and stared at the envelope out of curiosity. The mailing information was written in English, obviously sent from abroad, and the logo of a certain university was printed on it.
Yeqin took out his mobile phone, typed in the words to search, browsed through the school profile, took a look at the photos showing the school environment, and zoomed in on the clean and spacious library and the huge lawn field. I couldn't help laughing and rolled my eyes.
This kind of school is suitable for Cheng Feichi, not the unknown C University.
From the moment he met Cheng Feichi, he had an indescribable admiration for Cheng Feichi. He felt that he knew everything, could do everything with ease, and didn't need others to worry about him.
It's just that Ye Qin cherished face and refused to admit it in the past, but now he knows where the sense of security when staying with Cheng Feichi comes from.
After a busy day, at sunset, Ye Qin took back the clothes hanging on the balcony, spread them out on the sofa, smoothed them carefully, and folded them one by one.
Thinking that Cheng Feichi would have to wear this clothes to work, Ye Qin felt that the smell of washing powder seemed cheap, not worthy of Cheng Feichi's current status. Looking around, I found an unopened bottle of men's perfume in the cabinet at the entrance. I planned to spray it on my clothes, but I found that this perfume was one of the things that Yan Hong sent last time.
Thinking of the rumors he heard from Zhou Feng, Ye Qin felt aggrieved and panicked, and he didn't know who to ask Cheng Feichi about this matter, and his heart was even more depressed.
In the end, it was not sprayed, and the original smell of washing powder and sunshine was retained.
Without permission, he still obeyed the rules and did not enter Feichi's room, and the folded clothes were temporarily piled up on the sofa. The water was already boiling, Ye Qin couldn't find anything else to do, and he didn't want to leave, so he sat for a while and read the book Cheng Feichi read last night.
There are too many professional terms in economic books, and they are very boring. After reading it for a while, Yeqin became tired. He put down the book and slowly lay down next to the back of the sofa. Eyebrows straightened.
It's comfortable to pinch on the other side, close your eyes after pinching, tilt your head to smell the fragrance of the freshly washed clothes, and fall asleep amidst the ticking of the wall clock.
When Cheng Feichi came back, it was already dark. He thought that when he turned on the light, he would see an empty living room as usual. Unexpectedly, he saw Ye Qin curled up on the sofa, sleeping soundly with a few clothes in his arms.
He used to be so lethargic that he fell asleep in class, fell asleep after class, went home and fell asleep again, and fell asleep with his head on the table while doing homework. I heard that when an artist is filming, he is very busy and often cannot get enough sleep. No wonder he looks a little haggard recently, and there is no flesh on his bulging cheeks.
He couldn't help but lighten his footsteps. When he entered the kitchen, Cheng Feichi saw a disposable paper cup with half a glass of water left. Yeqin's lunch was settled here today, and he didn't leave all day.
It was late, and now it was time to start cooking and I didn't know when I would be able to eat. When Cheng Feichi went to the bedroom to change clothes, he covered the door and made a phone call, asking the hotel kitchen to deliver two meals.
The person who hung up the phone had already walked outside, thought for a while, turned back and took a blanket, returned to the sofa, tried several times but failed to pull his shirt out of Yeqin's hand, sighed softly, helplessly Choosing to give up, unfolded the blanket and covered him.
Yeqin was a heavy sleeper, he couldn't be woken up by thunder and lightning, even when he was drunk yesterday, he carried him all the way from the hotel lobby to the back seat of the car, when the blanket was spread on him, he stretched out his hand and mumbled "Thank you", I couldn't wake up like this.
Cheng Feichi didn't hesitate much, tucked the blanket under his chin, and took a look at the still obvious bruise.
Even if Ye Qin didn't want to say it, he could probably guess how it happened. In the three months since he returned to China, he has seen a lot of chaos and filth in Vanity Fair. He can clearly infer what will happen without backstage connections. From his experience over the years.
It's just that I didn't expect that when I testified my relationship with Yeqin in front of so many people in that clubhouse last time, some people would still be distracted.
Cheng Feichi's eyes were getting darker, and his thoughts were drifting to nowhere, even Ye Qin didn't notice in time when he opened his eyes.
Perhaps because of the frequent meeting, Ye Qin has been dreaming frequently recently, and even after taking a short nap, he can dream of Cheng Feichi standing under the ginkgo tree at the back gate of the school, which he cannot see or touch. After waking up, I can't get back to my senses for a long time, and I can't extricate myself from the turmoil of the dream.
This time, too, after focusing his eyes and seeing Cheng Feichi right in front of him, Ye Qin still grabbed his hand subconsciously, squeezed out an unnatural smile, and said anxiously: "Brother, brother, you are back."
His voice was hoarse and trembling, with some tiredness from just waking up, not as clear and pleasant as usual, but it brought Cheng Feichi's mind back to the present moment. The lingering sound turned into a silk thread, tightly wrapped around his heart, so entangled that he could only stand there stiffly, and the strength to pull out his hand disappeared out of thin air.
He remembered this sentence.
That was what Yeqin said when the plane landed that day.
At this moment, he looked very happy, but at the same time he seemed a little nervous, and the hand that was holding him was shaking violently. This time he didn't hold back too much, his eyes were watery, and he rolled up and down with his rapid breathing. He was obviously terribly scared, and he smiled stiffly.
It's like waiting for a long-awaited reunion after years of anticipation, so no matter what, the atmosphere of this moment cannot be spoiled.
Cheng Feichi looked at him fixedly, the threads in his heart were woven into a web, and when he tightened, he pulled hard.
I don't know if Ye Qin curled up outside the door that day, held back the tears that were about to burst out, and waited for him to open the door for him.