A few days later, the New Year's Day holiday came as promised.
For Jiang Zhao, there is no concept of statutory holidays in their line of work, and most of the time when most people celebrate holidays is when they need to work.
Jiang Zhao has long been used to having his New Year's Eve divided up by various David TV stations, but this year is still a bit regrettable.
He just heard that it is rare for Beijing to hold a New Year's Eve fireworks show this year. This is a rare event in ten years in Beijing where fireworks are banned. Even Ms. Xu had to push Lao Jiang in a wheelchair to watch it. But he was doomed to miss it because of the New Year's Eve performance.
"I really want to watch the fireworks too," Xiaohu sighed while packing his things, "The fireworks are held once every ten years, if I can go with my girlfriend..."
Jiang Zhao couldn't see the tall man who was 1.9 meters tall here, and patted him on the shoulder: "Even if you can go to see it, you don't have a girlfriend."
Xiaohu was on the verge of crying: "Brother, don't bring such hurtful things."
Jiang Zhao turned to look at Zuo Xiaoqiu: "Isn't it?"
Zuo Xiaoqiu was stunned for two seconds, then came back to his senses, and smiled at them: "Ah, I heard that there are indeed a lot of fireworks this time."
Jiang Zhao stared at him for a while: "What's wrong with you recently, you don't feel well?"
"Maybe I'm a little tired." Zuo Xiaoqiu said, lowered his head and coughed twice.
Jiang Zhao thought for a few seconds, and said, "I'll give you a few more days of annual leave. Isn't it time for uncle to have surgery after the next year? You should go back early and take good care of it."
Xiaohu also came over: "That's right, Xiaoqiu brother, how is my uncle's health recently? I heard that the kidney transplant operation for uremia should be performed as soon as possible. Have a comfortable year."
Zuo Xiaoqiu twitched the corner of his mouth: "The donor... I heard it's planned for the next year."
"Oh, that's fine too," Xiaohu nodded, "It's okay, we are sure to donate anyway, and we are not in a hurry."
Zuo Xiaoqiu stood up and said, "I'll check your microphone again."
Jiang Zhao nodded. He took a sip of the goji berry water that Xiaohu had prepared for him in advance, but he still felt something was wrong.
Zuo Xiaoqiu is still careful enough to find mistakes in his work, but no matter how he hides it, the feeling of exhaustion cannot be concealed.
The company's recent work is not busy, it is impossible for him to be so tired, so it must be something outside of work.
After the party is over, find a time to talk to him.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhao took another sip of wolfberry water.
It's so hard to drink.
Even so, Jiang Yingdi had no choice but to drink most of the drink under Xiaohu's expectant gaze.
The only thing that made Jiang Zhao happy these days was that Han Tingfeng was no longer dangling in front of his eyes. When he went to visit Lao Jiang in the hospital, he talked to Ms. Xu in a roundabout way, saying that his relationship with Han Tingfeng was not as good as it was when he was a child. Now that he has a boyfriend, he doesn't want to have too much contact with Han Tingfeng in the future.
He has always been outspoken about his dislikes and likes, and he has a clear distinction between his likes and dislikes. He has never had such ambiguity, and he has his toes on the ground.
Fortunately, Ms. Xu didn't get to the bottom of it, and agreed to his request after listening to him.
"Although I don't know what happened between you and Xiao Han," Ms. Xu said, "but since you have spoken, then follow what you said. After all, you are also my own son, right Lao Jiang?"
Lao Jiang nodded calmly and was hospitalized with a three-tiered chin.
Jiang Zhao has never been so grateful in his life. He can have two parents who are tolerant and understanding enough for him.
In this way, even if Han Tingfeng wanted to continue to find a breakthrough from his parents, Ms. Xu would definitely not accept it casually.
On the other hand, Jiang Zhao thinks that his and Xiao Siye's acting skills are perfect. The two film kings play a couple, and the ants on the side of the road will have to eat when they see each other, let alone Han Tingfeng.
What's more, after the French meal that day, he and Xiao Si also gave Han Tingfeng a hard time—Jiang Zhao felt that he was so tolerant, if Han Tingfeng, an unlucky thing, still haunted him, it would be a spirit something wrong.
"Teacher Jiang, you can go to the waiting room."
The staff knocked on the door of the lounge, and Jiang Zhao stood up immediately, took a last look at his makeup and hair in front of the mirror, then took the microphone from Zuo Xiaoqiu, and walked towards the backstage passage.
After he took two steps, he saw a familiar figure coming out of another room.
"Going to the waiting room?" Xiao Si raised his eyebrows at him as he had just buttoned up his chest.
Although Jiang Zhao had already seen Xiao Siye's coquettish makeup and hair during the rehearsal before, his makeup and costume tonight are obviously more complete. Some wet bangs perfectly set off Xiao Siye's excellent eyebrows and eyes, gold powder is scattered in the hair, and the open neckline allows a clear view of the Adam's apple and perfectly curved jaw line, and the pectoral muscle line is faintly exposed.
Those pair of clear amber eyes and overly handsome face, coupled with such a sexual tension and male hormone body, obviously has a calm and gentle expression, but it seems to be ready to pull people into a dark abyss at any time.
Jiang Zhao sized him up for a few seconds: "Your body really fits your temperament."
Xiao Si also smiled slightly, and walked forward side by side with him: "Thank you, I accept this compliment."
Jiang Zhao: "Where did you hear that I was praising you?"
Xiao Si also looked sincere: "Isn't it?"
Jiang Zhao: "..."
Forget it, it's rare for him to meet someone who is more confident than himself. In terms of shamelessness, he admits that he is really no match for Xiao Si.
"By the way," Xiao Si also asked suddenly, "Do you know about the fireworks show tonight?"
Jiang Zhao said casually, "I know, it has nothing to do with us."
Xiao Si also turned his head to look at him, showing a mysterious smile: "Then do you want to see it?"
Jiang Zhao asked suspiciously, "What do you think?"
Xiao Si also looked at him without blinking: "Just say whether you want it or not."
Jiang Zhao: "..."
Perhaps it was because those amber eyes were too bewitching, with the ability to make people trust the owner of those eyes for no reason. Jiang Zhao hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded slightly: "It's okay."
Xiao Si also immediately said: "Leave the stage later, wait for my show to end, and I will take you to watch it."
Where can this be seen? The good location where you can watch the fireworks must have been blocked for a long time, and it will be too late to rush there after the show.
Knowing that it is impossible, but these words are like a seed planted in the bottom of my heart, and Jiang Zhao actually gave birth to such a vague expectation.
How should Xiao Si show him? where to look
Xiao Siye's performance is over, and the countdown to the New Year's Eve is about to begin. Can they catch the fireworks
Jiang Zhao took the microphone and walked onto the stage with his mind full of things. He didn't even notice Han Tingfeng who had left the show from the previous show, nor did he notice the look in his eyes, and just passed by.
Until he himself stood under the spotlight, what he was thinking about was how to watch the fireworks later.
It's a bit like the feeling of not knowing what will happen before going out for an outing in the class when I was a child.
Jiang Zhao always felt that this idea was a bit naive, but he couldn't hold back the slightly upturned corners of his lips.
After his show was over, he quickly left the stage, stood in the shadow of the waiting area, and waited for Xiao Siye's performance.
Speaking of it, it was the first time for him to watch Xiao Siye's show. This person prepared a love song. His voice was naturally low, and when he sang with a subwoofer, there was always some affectionate meaning in it.
When the chorus was sung, Jiang Zhao saw him standing under the spotlight, and suddenly began to look around the stage.
Those eyes seemed to be trying to catch a target, a target he wanted to send this song to.
— Looking for someone he likes
As soon as this idea came up, Jiang Zhao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that it made sense.
The person Xiao Si also likes should be watching his performance in front of the TV, or in front of the screen of the mobile phone, or even under the stage.
But Xiao Si also said that he would take him to watch the fireworks.
What is this? To please the benefactor? Does the person he likes really not mind
Jiang Zhao pursed his lower lip in displeasure, and Xiao Si's eyes fell to the corner where he was. Then, the charming man on the stage suddenly bent his eyes.
What are you laughing laughing.
When the person you like sees you, you will overturn, you are the opposite.
Jiang Zhao slandered like this until Xiao Siye's performance ended and he walked off the stage.
"I said," Jiang Zhao had something hidden in his heart, so he couldn't hold back his words easily, "You really won't be mistaken..."
"Walk."
Xiao Si grabbed his wrist without waiting for him to finish speaking.
Before Jiang Zhao could react, Xiao Si also dragged him to the backstage.
In the darkness, he heard the host on stage conducting the lottery draw, and when the lottery was over, it would be the New Year's Eve countdown.
Where can I go in just a few minutes
Jiang Zhao didn't know, but he and Xiao Si also ran in the dark corridor together, left the studio floor, and went up the stairs. The smell of dust in the stairwell rushed towards his face, and it was deeply imprinted in Jiang Zhao's mind at this moment. The only sound in Jiang Zhao's ears was his and Xiao Siye's footsteps, and Xiao Si also heard the sound of his fingertips holding his wrist. The bursts of heat are especially clear in this weather of a few degrees below zero.
After they ran to the top floor, even Jiang Zhao, who was in good shape, couldn't help holding his knees and panting, "Where are we going?"
Xiao Si also patted on the roof door: "Here we are."
Jiang Zhao glanced at the locked door on the rooftop: "Are you kidding me?"
But Xiao Si also smiled, and then, like a magic trick, he took out a key to the rooftop from his pocket.
The moment the door was opened, Jiang Zhao heard the sound of fireworks rushing into the sky.
Xiao Si also opened up a night sky for him.
Although there are no stars, it begins to bloom one after another in a night sky full of lights and colors.
Gold, silver, countless gorgeous colors emerged, and turned into streamers of stars, blooming instantly from the deep night, as if pops fell from the sky.
Jiang Zhao walked into the rooftop, and the fireworks were reflected in his pupils, as if welcoming a grand banquet.
He slipped his tongue for a long time before asking softly, "How did you find out here?"
Xiao Si also came to his side: "I found out from chatting with the staff in the stage, but their rooftops are generally not open."
Jiang Zhao: "Then how did you get the key?"
Xiao Si also looked down at him: "I'm shameless."
Jiang Zhao suddenly laughed out loud.
He looks very good when he smiles, perhaps because he seldom shows such a sincere smile, which makes him more attractive. Those cat-like affectionate eyes just narrowed down, revealing a pair of small lying silkworms, the red moles at the end of the eyes are even bright.
Then, those seductive eyes looked at Xiao Siye unabashedly and shiningly.
"Thank you," Jiang Zhao said, "I... like it very much."
He originally wanted to say that he liked it very much, but he was afraid that he would exaggerate too much and make Xiao Si also cock his tail to the sky.
Xiao Si was also slightly taken aback.
Under the sky full of fireworks, he looked at Jiang Zhao's moving profile, and just about to say something, Jiang Zhao's cell phone rang suddenly.
Seeing that it was Xiaohu's call, Jiang Zhao immediately felt a little guilty. After all, he ran away with Xiao Si and didn't say hello in advance.
He picked it up immediately: "I'm on the rooftop, I'll be in a while..."
"Brother!" Xiaohu's voice was flustered, "Brother Xiaoqiu asked me to tell you that he went to the hospital!"
Jiang Zhao frowned: "What are you going to the hospital for?"
"Brother Xiaoqiu's father's condition seems to be getting worse," Xiaohu said with a tear in his voice, "Brother, I think I should tell you, this is what I accidentally heard from Brother Xiaoqiu's call just now..."
"His father, the donor he promised earlier, doesn't seem to be planning to donate anymore."
The author has something to say: Brother Xiaoqiu is just a hard-working male mother, not a 25-year-old boy _(:з"∠)_;
It’s going to be a clip on Sunday, and it will be updated at 11 o’clock in the evening that day, and it will be zero o’clock in the future—
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