It didn't know when it started to rain outside, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the treetop buildings, making crackling noises. The room was quiet and peaceful, and the warm yellow lights danced on Yan Xiao's drooping eyelashes, reflecting tenderness and sincerity.
He didn't seem to know what he had done. After the kiss, he continued to apply medicine to Ye Fei, his movements were meticulous and meticulous.
"You can still kiss this face," Ye Fei lowered her eyes to hide the emotions in her eyes, and joked, "Yan Xiao, do you have any ugliness?"
Yan Xiao's hand paused, and he looked at Ye Fei with complicated eyes, hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong?"
"Ye Fei," Yan Xiao put the ointment on the coffee table, while closely observing Ye Fei's expression, he said as tactfully as possible, "There is a problem with your self-awareness."
Ye Fei froze for a while, then smiled in relief.
"Really?" He leaned in front of Yan Xiao, breathing lightly, "Then why did you recover the photo taken at Gu Ruijia's house?"
Yan Xiao moved his eyes unnaturally, and said in a low voice, "It's not ugly." Then he stood up, and changed the subject abruptly, "I haven't washed my hands yet, I want to use your bathroom."
After speaking, go outside.
"Wait a minute." Ye Fei stopped him.
Yan Xiao took big steps, as if he really wanted to leave here. But as soon as Ye Fei made a sound, he stopped moving, straightened his back and stood in the middle of the living room, with a strong composure.
"Don't you need me urgently?" Ye Fei poked the itchy spot on his face with a cotton swab and asked him, "What is it?"
Yan Xiao didn't expect him to say this, and he relaxed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He looked down at Ye Fei and said, "I want to see you."
Ye Fei was dumbfounded, feeling that she had been cheated: "What kind of urgent matter is this?"
Yan Xiao said categorically, "It's urgent." It seemed that Ye Fei was an extremely important person in his heart, and he couldn't do it even for a minute.
Ever since he was a child, Ye Fei has heard many confessions, artistic, passionate, bold... But there has never been a time like today, when just a simple sentence of wanting to see you made his heart skip a beat.
Ye Fei took a deep breath, and said with a light smile, "Oh?" Before Yan Xiao could speak, he had thrown away the pillow in his hand and walked over, raised his head and smiled, "What do you do when you can't see me? "
Yan Xiao's Adam's apple twitched, staring absently at Ye Fei's face, which was close at hand, without speaking.
Ye Fei didn't care either, he stretched out a hand to Yan Xiao: "Bring me your phone, I want to see if you have saved any other pictures of me besides that ugly photo."
Yan Xiao's body froze.
Yan Xiao turned his head and said expressionlessly, "No."
Ye Fei originally only wanted to tease him, but seeing his reaction immediately confirmed his guess. He was a little curious, and rarely shy, and urged: "Hurry up and give it to me."
Yan Xiao didn't say a word or move.
"Yan Xiao, are you a pervert?" Ye Fei put on a straight face on purpose, and pushed his knee against his leg, "You actually secretly took pictures of me."
"I'm not," Yan Xiao retorted immediately, holding Ye Fei's wrist tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and explained calmly, "I didn't secretly take pictures, you agreed."
Ye Fei was surprised: "When, why don't I know?"
"At 0:35 p.m. on June 16th." Yan Xiao clicked on the WeChat group of five people, and pointed to Ye Fei the group photo he had posted in the group.
Ye Fei thought for a moment and understood.
Yan Xiao had indeed only photographed him once, but it was more than one.
Ye Fei was both funny and distressed, and asked him, "How many pictures did you take?"
Yan Xiao was silent for a while, and said, "Twenty-seven."
Twenty-seven photos in a few seconds.
Ye Fei looked at Yan Xiao with a smile, and couldn't hide her arrogance: "Yes, Mr. Yan, as expected of the speed of being single for many years."
Yan Xiao didn't understand.
Ye Fei licked her lower lip, wanting to say something more, but remembering her current honor, she still didn't continue to swear. Clearing his throat, he said, "Delete it."
Yan Xiao pursed his lower lip, trying to discuss with Ye Fei: "Can I keep one?"
Ye Fei said "No", and before Yan Xiao could speak, she took out her mobile phone: "But you can save a new one."
"I have photos in my album, you choose one, the password is my birthday, it's..."
Yan Xiao answered quickly: "930217."
Ye Fei was startled, then smiled: "Yes."
Yan Xiao went to answer the phone, but Ye Fei withdrew his hand. Yan Xiao thought he had regretted it, and there was a little disappointment in his expression.
"Wash your hands first," Ye Fei pointed to the direction of the bathroom with his chin, and told Yan Xiao, "Grey towels can be used."
Yan Xiao said "Okay", and couldn't wait to turn around and go to the bathroom.
When he came out, Ye Fei was on the phone with Gu Ruijia. Because the face was covered with ointment and it was not convenient to stick to the ear, I turned on the hands-free.
"I've asked people about Shen Lue for a few days, and the evaluations are quite good." Gu Ruijia talked to Ye Fei while eating beef jerky, his voice was a bit vague, "What do you think of signing him?"
Shen Lue is a third-tier artist. He looks good and has good acting skills, but he is not popular. It's not that the company isn't doing well, his old employer once cruelly spent a lot of resources in order to support him. For other artists, they have already taken advantage of the trend. When they arrived at Shen Lue's place, they didn't even see a single splash of water.
The agent didn't believe in evil, and stuffed him into a big-budget movie. As a result, even the supporting role of the cripple became popular, and Shen Lue still didn't have a name.
After coming and going, the company completely gave up, and Shen Lue's unpopular life spread in the circle.
People in the entertainment circle are all superstitious. There is a ceremony to start the film, and a ceremony to finish it. Even a random apple box during filming is very particular. So when Shen Lue's contract with his old club was about to expire, not a single film and television company came to him.
It's not that Gu Ruijia doesn't believe it, it's because Tianxi is too short of artists now. Big-name stars all have their own teams, and they don't like their small stall at all. Eighteenth line, signing in to the company has to be carefully cultivated, and the effect will not be seen at all for a while.
After picking and choosing, the most suitable one is Shen Lue, the "bad god".
"It's not necessarily as mysterious as what they said." Gu Ruijia drank his saliva and continued, "Maybe there is a lack of opportunity, and maybe one day he will wake up."
Gu Ruijia didn't know that he had indeed been the prophecy emperor once.
Shen Lue has been in the circle for ten years without being tepid, so it stands to reason that he will be like this for the rest of his life. But no one expected that at the beginning of next year, he would accept a seemingly ordinary idol drama. Since then, she has become an instant hit, with constant film appointments, and before Ye Fei died, she could almost be regarded as the number one newcomer in the entertainment industry.
"Okay, listen to you," Ye Fei said, "sign it."
"Hahahaha, I said yes," the suggestion was confirmed, Gu Ruijia was in a good mood, and grabbed another handful of beef jerky, "I'll contact his manager right now, is a B-level contract okay?"
"Well," Ye Fei turned up the wind speed of the air conditioner a little, "Shen Lue's matter is done according to your own ideas, and you don't need to discuss it with me."
"Okay," Gu Ruijia took out a wet towel and wiped his hands. He was about to hang up the phone, but reminded Ye Fei as if thinking of something, "By the way, your ointment comes every six hours. Don't forget."
"I know." Ye Fei thanked him and told him not to stay up too late and get off work early. Only then did he end the call and throw the phone to Yan Xiao.
This was the first time Yan Xiao touched Ye Fei's cell phone. He solemnly entered the six-digit password and clicked into the photo album.
Ye Fei looks like a male peacock, flirtatious, but the phone is extremely clean. Most of the photos are street scenes, with green seedlings dripping after the rain, stray cats with their tails cocked by the side of the road, and jackfruits just sprouting on the trees. There are very few selfies.
But at least there were dozens of them. Yan Xiao went through them from beginning to end, and found it so difficult to make a choice for the first time.
"Can I choose two?" Yan Xiao asked.
Ye Fei glanced at him with a half-smile, "Don't push yourself too hard, Mr. Yan."
Thus, Yan Xiao knew that there was nothing to discuss. He hesitated for a moment, and finally selfishly chose a selfie of Ye Fei in the villa.
The living room became quiet, and after a while, Yan Xiao suddenly said, "Ye Fei, do you want to take medicine at night?"
Ye Fei was hitting the four-star level of Xiaoxiaole, and said without raising his head when he heard the words: "Yes."
"So," Yan Xiao said slowly, "I sleep for six hours every day."
Ye Fei paused her hand and raised her head.
"My biological clock is very punctual," Yan Xiao moved a bit, pointing out, "I don't need an alarm clock to get up."
Ye Fei curled her lips into a smile: "So?"
As if waiting for his words, Yan Xiao immediately answered, "I can stay tonight to help you with the medicine."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan," Ye Fei lazily put her feet on the coffee table and continued to remove the ice cubes, "There is only one room at home."
Yan Xiao said, "I sleep on the sofa."
Ye Fei looked at the sofa, which was about half the length of Yan Xiao, snorted, and refused, "I can get on it myself."
Yan Xiao stopped talking.
After a while, Ye Fei passed five levels of Xiaole, and Yan Xiao said again: "The bed is enough for two people."
Ye Fei put down her phone and turned her head slowly.
Yan Xiao and Ye Fei looked at each other, stubbornly conveying their thoughts with their eyes.
Ye Fei smiled: "A bed?" He drew out his tone, "Do you want to do something else besides applying medicine?"
Yan Xiao denied: "No."
"Then how do you know what 'something else' means?"
Yan Xiao didn't answer.
"I'm going to sleep," Ye Fei said, satisfying his evil taste, and stopped teasing him, "Go back."
Yan Xiao looked a little disappointed, but he didn't continue to pester, stood up and said, "Okay."
"Yan Xiao," the moment he turned around, Ye Fei suddenly called his name, and said, "Give me a little time to think about it, okay?"
When Yan Xiao communicated with others, his comprehension ability was always poor, and he even made a lot of jokes, but he understood Ye Fei's nonsensical sentence.
Yan Xiao stood there stiffly for a long, long time, so long that Ye Fei almost couldn't help pushing him, so he slowly, slowly half-knelt down and looked into Ye Fei's eyes.
"Okay," he said, "you want to."
He added, "It doesn't matter how long it takes."
Unprecedented joy and excitement surged in his body, Yan Xiao raised his hand, and lightly touched Ye Fei's hair.
He is so happy, he doesn't know who to thank.