So, there are so many foreshadowings ahead, in fact, for the final appeal
Yu Qinghuan squinted at Huo Qu, when did this person learn to play tricks
He snorted and flicked his fingers lightly on Huo Qu's forehead, "Fake."
Huo Qu never imagined that Yu Qinghuan would not pick up the fight, but stayed there for a while, not knowing what to do next.
His eyes were wide open, his dark pupils were filled with shock and disbelief, and he looked silly and cute.
Yu Qinghuan couldn't help but wanted to bully him, kicked him in the bed, and said lazily, "What? Is there any problem?"
Huo Qu blushed, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word.
"Deserving it," Yu Qinghuan curled his lips viciously, "do you dare to lie? I'll tell you..."
Before he could finish a sentence, a hot body swooped over, pressing him down hard.
"Huo Qu, what are you doing!" Yu Qinghuan didn't come up in one breath, almost crushed to death by him, stretched out his hand to push him in shock.
But with this push, Huo Qu hugged him even tighter.
Yu Qinghuan had just taken a shower and was wearing only a thin shirt. The heat from Huo Qu's body was transmitted to him through this thin layer of fabric, like a small fire, instantly inside his body The raging fire was lit, crackling, and he almost lost his mind.
Yu Qinghuan likes men, and Huo Qu absolutely conforms to his aesthetic standards. In addition, his early twenties are the age that cannot be teased, and his breathing becomes heavier in an instant.
"Huo Qu, get up." Yu Qinghuan tilted his head slightly, panting and said, "Be obedient."
Huo Qu didn't say a word, as if he didn't hear anything, but buried his head in Yu Qinghuan's neck, and even rubbed like a cat.
The soft hair swept the sensitive skin lightly, Yu Qinghuan's scalp was numb, and he almost couldn't control the embarrassment. In desperation, he had no choice but to retreat, and earnestly said: "It's not like this, you get up, I teach you."
"No." Huo Qu's voice was muffled, but he expressed his will very firmly.
Yu Qinghuan: "Huo Qu, are you trying to make me angry?"
Huo Qu shook his head and said nothing.
Yu Qinghuan's headache is not good, what kind of wind did Huo Qu smoke today! If I knew he would be like this, I definitely wouldn't tease him, anyway, I wouldn't lose a piece of meat if I hugged him!
He sighed, stretched out his hand to rub Huo Qu's hair, but was discovered by Huo Qu, thought he still wanted to push him away, and held his hand directly in the air, intertwined his five fingers, and domineeringly pushed his Hands on the bed.
Yu Qinghuan was slightly angry: "Are you trying to crush me to death?"
"I didn't." Huo Qu retorted aggrievedly.
"Then why don't you get up?"
"I just… want to hug you."
Yu Qinghuan was stunned for a while, then laughed: "How can you hug me like that, be obedient, get up quickly."
Huo Qu still shook his head. As he spoke, his wet lips brushed lightly on Yu Qinghuan's skin, causing him to tremble. Yu Qinghuan's eyes were reddish and he raised his chin. He asked pitifully, "Qing Huan, don't you want me to hug you?"
Yu Qinghuan replied deliberately fiercely: "Well, I don't want to."
I thought I could bully Huo Qu, but I didn't expect his voice to be strangely happy, "I see! Rejection means permission, right? Qing Huan, I know it!"
Yu Qinghuan: "…"
Suddenly, I felt that not only did I dig a hole and bury myself, but I also stomped a few handfuls of soil on it.
Huo Qu stayed with him for two days, and finally had to go back to work because of the end of the holiday, and was picked up by Huo Zheng reluctantly.
Yu Qinghuan told Zhao Rui and went out to see them off.
"Come to our house for the New Year this year," Huo Zheng suddenly invited him, "My parents are very grateful to you and want to see you."
Yu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Thank you uncle and aunt for your kindness," he pointed to Zhao Rui, who was stinking not far away, and said with a smile, "But I'm afraid I'll be celebrating Chinese New Year in the crew this year, otherwise Director Zhao will be mad. ."
With such a big festival as the Spring Festival, no matter how harsh Zhao Rui was, he couldn't even let the actors go back for a reunion dinner. As smart as Huo Zheng, he immediately understood that this was Yu Qinghuan's refusal.
He didn't expose it, just gave Yu Qinghuan a deep look and said, "Well, come to our house if you have time, our family welcomes you."
"Okay." Yu Qinghuan nodded in response, watched Huo Zheng get into the car, and then waved to Huo Qu, who had been looking at him from the car window, and returned to the crew.
"Your child is gone?" Seeing him coming back, Zhao Rui snorted with a cigarette in his mouth and said.
He is so addicted to smoking that he can hardly leave his hand. Unless Wang Ruirui is present, he can be seen puffing.
Yu Qinghuan couldn't help but persuaded, "You should smoke less."
"It's alright, I'll pull it down when I die." Zhao Rui threw the cigarette butt into the trash can indifferently, his face still gloomy, "Hurry up and start work, the progress has slowed down a lot these days."
Yu Qinghuan sighed and followed behind him.
Last time, Zhao Rui flipped through his wallet and accidentally dropped the photo inside. When Yu Qinghuan was picking up photos for him, he saw the little girl above.
He is about seven or eight years old, with a round face and round eyes, smiling like a little sun, very cute. He immediately guessed that this should be Zhao Rui's dead sister.
The little girl looks so similar to Wang Ruirui, which is probably why Zhao Rui is special to Wang Ruirui.
He looked at Zhao Ruicong and Wang Ruirui with a stiff smile, and his heart suddenly became sour and uncomfortable.
In the next few days, Zhao Rui seemed to be possessed by Zhou Papi, and could not wait to be filming 24 hours a day. Even if Yu Qinghuan was young and physically fit, he couldn't bear it.
In the crew, everyone had dark circles under the eyes caused by lack of sleep, and complained. And this kind of resentment rose to its peak when he heard the sound of firecrackers set off by nearby villagers.
Their crew is on the outskirts of the city, next to a small village.
There is no firecracker control in the city in the village. After the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, both adults and children will set off a few firecrackers to listen to.
The deafening sound of firecrackers brought a strong taste of the New Year, and the people in the crew were all red-eyed, and they had no intention of working at all. But after several people who asked Zhao Rui for leave were scolded and returned, they never dared to look for him again.
Early in the morning on the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, after a scene was filmed while the rising sun had not yet dispersed, everyone was about to pack up the props and prepare for the next scene, but Zhao Rui suddenly said: "Today and tomorrow are holidays, you can go back."
Suddenly, the chin fell, and the props were accidentally dropped, and some people even thought they were hallucinating.
Seeing this, Zhao Rui snorted coldly, "If you don't want to leave, just stay and work!"
As soon as the words fell, the people on the set suddenly dispersed, running faster than a rabbit, as if they were afraid that he would go back on it.
Zhao Rui lowered his eyelids, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, picked up his mobile phone and made a call, his voice was cold, "The crew is on holiday for the New Year, when will you pick Wang Ruirui home?"
I don't know what to say over there, Zhao Rui's face suddenly turned ashen, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, a busy voice came from the microphone.
He took a deep breath and made another call, but the result was still the busy tone of being hung up.
"Fuck!" Zhao Rui cursed bitterly, his hands shaking with anger, and it took a long time to light the cigarette.
"Parent Ruirui won't come to pick him up?" Yu Qinghuan was right next to him, and seeing him like this, he also guessed it.
"Yeah." Zhao Rui responded with a deep voice and replied, "Just say that Ruirui should stay in the crew! If there is no one in the crew, let me take her!" He cursed angrily: "These two beasts! "
Casually handing over his daughter to a stranger who has only met once, without considering whether this person has special hobbies or whether he is good to his own daughter, how can there always be such irresponsible parents in this world!
If it weren't for this, his sister wouldn't have died early!
Zhao Rui held the phone tightly, and his eyes were so gloomy that water almost dripped.
"Brother Qinghuan," not far away, Wang Ruirui put down the book, raised her head and called Yu Qinghuan sweetly, with the headband he gave her that day tied on her head.
Yu Qinghuan felt sour in her heart, and couldn't help but said to Zhao Rui, "Brother Rui, if you have something to do, Ruirui will come with me this year."
Zhao Rui raised his eyes: "Aren't you going home for the New Year?"
Yu Qinghuan said in a low voice, "I'm the only one in my family, it's the same whether I go back or not."
Zhao Rui lowered his eyes slightly and remained silent, not knowing whether he agreed or not.
By noon, the crew was almost gone, and even the boxed lunches came over to tell them that there would be no meals on New Year's Eve and the first day of the new year, and there were only three of them left in the huge crew.
Wang Ruirui seemed to feel something. The little girl lowered her head with red eyes, for fear of being left behind. Contrary to her previous fear of Zhao Rui, she followed behind him, not even daring to let out the sound of footsteps. Heavy.
Yu Qinghuan felt distressed, and regardless of whether Zhao Ruitong agreed or not, he picked up the little girl and went to his small shack, "Will Ruirui accompany brother Qinghuan to celebrate the New Year this year? Brother Qinghuan is so lonely by himself."
The little girl's eyes widened immediately, and there were still tears in her eyes, "Is brother Qinghuan also alone?"
"Well," Yu Qinghuan gently touched her little curly hair, "so you need Ruirui's company, is Ruirui willing?"
"Yes, yes!" The little girl kept nodding her head, hugging Yu Qinghuan's neck and not letting go, and finally broke into a smile.
Yu Qinghuan personally went to the small shop in the village to buy vegetables and meat, and prepared to cook a New Year's Eve dinner for Wang Ruirui.
Although there is no gas in his small shack, there is an induction cooker, which is very useful.
Busy from the afternoon to the evening, Yu Qinghuan finally cooked eight dishes with all the flavors and tastes.
"Brother Qinghuan is amazing," Wang Ruirui's big eyes were filled with admiration, looking at a sumptuous dinner.
"This is Rui Rui's reward for accompanying me," Yu Qing smiled happily, carried the little girl to the stool by the table and sat down, handed her a pair of chopsticks, and said softly, "Rui Rui has a taste if you like it or not."
"Brother Qinghuan eat first," Wang Ruirui shook her head, smiling a little shyly, and whispered, "I like everything Brother Qinghuan does."
This child is really sensible, Yu Qinghuan's heart is about to be sprouted by her, but if he has such a little daughter, even if she wants the stars in the sky, he will give her all his life to pluck them off.
Sitting down beside Wang Ruirui, he was just about to pick up chopsticks, but the door of the small shack was suddenly pushed open, and a cold air mixed with snowflakes poured in. Yu Qinghuan looked up and saw that it was Zhao Rui.
He carried two bottles of Red Star Erguotou in his hands, put them on the table, and sat opposite Yu Qinghuan.
Yu Qinghuan's cooking had his share, but when he saw him coming this time, he didn't say anything, just handed a pair of chopsticks over.
Zhao Rui opened his mouth and seemed to want to thank him, but his throat seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't make a sound. In the end, he simply shut his mouth, wiped the cup he brought with him on his clothes, and poured a glass of wine for Yu Qinghuan.
On New Year's Eve, the three of them huddled together in a small shack of more than ten square meters and ate around a low table. Under the warm yellow light, two tall men hunched over and served the little girl with vegetables from time to time, and immediately received the little girl's sweet smile in return.
There are no fancy restaurants and no fancy meals.
But Yu Qinghuan felt that this was the best year he had had in the past ten years.
Finally, not alone.