I asked the question out, but I didn't get a reply for half a day.
Jiang Zhao turned to look at Xiao Siye, just about to ask another question, when he heard him say, "Where do you change your shoes?"
It was only then that Jiang Zhao remembered that it was his first time here, so he casually took a pair of disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet for him.
When Xiao Si also came in, he said to him again: "Sister should like your house very much."
After all, the space of the villa is more spacious, and there are upstairs and downstairs, which is very suitable for kittens like my sister who like parkour. Jiang Zhao's attention was immediately drawn, and he coughed softly, "I can bring my sister to play when I have time."
Xiao Si also bent his eyes: "Really? I was very free a year ago. When you have time, I will bring her over."
Jiang Zhao immediately put up his invisible cat ears: "Then you make a deal."
He happily took two bottles of Coke from the refrigerator, went back and sat down on the sofa, handed the Coke to Xiao Siye, and changed the subject: "So what do you think about the contract?"
The bottle cap in Xiao Siye's hand suddenly couldn't be unscrewed.
He paused, his amber eyes were like glass beads, revealing a little emotion, as if he was aggrieved.
Jiang Zhao almost thought he was wrong.
And he heard Xiao Si also ask softly: "Are you tired of me?"
Jiang Zhao: "..."
He was a little dumbfounded, and thought to himself that this is where it is, isn't it the acting that was agreed at the beginning
What's the situation with Xiao Siye's appearance like being abandoned by a scumbag
"No," Jiang Zhao felt at a loss for the first time, "I just feel that you don't really need me these days..."
Neither resources nor money, the only thing he asked for was the kiss to accompany him in acting.
Jiang Zhao has never been a benefactor for others, so it can be said that he knows nothing about this aspect. He actually hopes that Xiao Si can take the initiative, so that he can have a template to follow the cat and draw the tiger in the future.
But Xiao Si never mentioned it, so that Jiang Zhao began to doubt, could it be that Xiao Si didn't really have this ambition
"I need."
Xiao Si also stared at him like a sharp arrow, and said in a low voice, "I need you very much."
Jiang Zhao's heart twitched, and he subconsciously looked away, not knowing why he was avoiding his eyes.
He took the initiative to propose the contract, obviously because of Xiao Si. If the person Xiao Si also likes sees him getting so close to Xiao Si, wouldn't it make it difficult for Xiao Si to chase someone in the future to hell level
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhao's mind flashed.
Could it be that Xiao Si's purpose is the same as his
Before, he wanted Xiao Si to pretend to be his boyfriend, so as to get rid of Han Tingfeng's thoughts about him before, but now, Xiao Si just needs a fake lover to stimulate the person he likes.
After working in the industry for many years, Jiang Zhao has seen similar bloody plots in many film and television dramas and movies, such as why a can't do it because of his love for b.
So I was angry with c, but when ac was together, b suddenly realized his feelings, so he turned his head and tried every means to pursue a again...
It turns out that Xiao Si also needs him to play the role of that c
For a moment, Jiang Zhao suddenly realized.
He turned his head and looked at Xiao Siye: "I understand."
Xiao Si was also slightly taken aback.
Jiang Zhao picked up the contract on the table, found a folder under the coffee table, and put it in: "I will continue to perform this contract."
Xiao Si also glanced at Jiang Zhao's serious face, although he didn't know what he understood... But Jiang Zhao didn't give up the contract.
That means, the relationship between them will not be broken.
Xiao Siye's lips curled up again, and with a little force on his fingers, he unscrewed the Coke in his hand, handed it to Jiang Zhao, and took Jiang Zhao's unopened bottle.
Jiang Zhao was stunned, and put the mouth of the bottle to his lips: "It's not that I can't unscrew it by myself."
He saw Xiao Siye's wish-fulfilling smile, took a sip of Coke, and thought while drinking, so happy
The carbonic acid bubbles exploded in the mouth, Jiang Zhao felt the hotness and sweetness in his throat, pursed his lower lip, and suddenly thought: "By the way, what kind of person is the one you like?"
Xiao Si also began to lie calmly: "He..."
"etc."
Jiang Zhao interrupted him suddenly, with a weird look on his face, "Forget it, you better not tell me."
The curiosity that surged up in him just now, after Xiao Si really spoke, suddenly turned into a feeling of a little discomfort, sour.
Although I don't know where my discomfort comes from... But since I feel uncomfortable, I just don't listen.
Anyway, he only gave Xiao Siye one year. If the person Xiao Si also likes is still indifferent after one year, then he can't help Xiao Siye, it all depends on the dog's own luck.
"By the way," Jiang Zhao remembered a headache, "My dad asked if you have time to go to my house for dinner. You may have to pretend for a while...my boyfriend."
Xiao Si also responded quickly, looking at him with a smile in his eyes: "Just let uncle choose the date, boyfriend."
The shout of "boyfriend" made Jiang Zhao almost miss the scene, he responded vaguely, and didn't say what he had just said.
His original plan was to tell Ms. Xu that they had broken up after a while after this meal with Xiao Si, and they would resume their friendship.
Just thinking of how Ms. Xu and Lao Jiang tried every means to urge him to fall in love, and even the master and mistress would greet him from time to time, Jiang Zhao's originally brewing thoughts suddenly disappeared.
If this false love relationship can be maintained, it seems that it will be more beneficial than he imagined.
He lowered his head and drank the Coke, and heard Xiao Si ask beside him, "What do you want for lunch?"
Jiang Zhao froze for a moment, only to realize that it was already lunch time.
He was about to talk about some takeaway, but his eyes fell on Xiao Siye, and he remembered the bowl of noodles he ate at Xiao Siye's house not long ago.
The glutton was immediately hooked, and Jiang Zhao narrowed his eyes: "You cook."
Xiao Si also smiled: "Okay."
He got up and walked towards the kitchen of Jiang Zhao's house. Jiang Zhao happily sat cross-legged on the sofa, and was about to find a movie on TV that he watched during dinner, when he suddenly remembered something and immediately jumped up from the sofa: "Wait a minute... "
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Si had already opened his refrigerator.
The large double-door refrigerator is magnificent, and when it is opened, it is full of cola beer sparkling water, mixed with a few bottles of sweet noodle sauce, bean paste and old godmother. Looking up and down, I couldn't find even a vegetable leaf.
Jiang Zhao's guilty voice came: "I forgot to say, my house has no food."
Xiao Si also suppressed a smile, and closed the refrigerator door: "Then let's go to the supermarket."
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Jiang Zhao didn't quite understand why he came to the supermarket, he could solve it by ordering fresh takeaway.
It’s just that Xiao Si also insisted on going to the supermarket to choose the ingredients himself, claiming that the ingredients he chooses can better guarantee the quality, and what he chooses for fresh takeaway is not necessarily what he wants, and a slight difference may affect the taste of a dish.
What he said was well-founded, and Jiang Zhao himself was not good at cooking, so he was successfully persuaded by him.
When going out, Jiang Zhao put on a mask and a baseball cap, and specially wrapped a scarf that hid most of his face. He couldn't help but said, "The last time I went to the supermarket was last year when I was filming."
Xiao Si also asked: "If it's not filming, when is it?"
His question made Jiang Zhao very difficult. He thought about it for a long time, until he got into the car, and then vaguely recalled some episodes: "It seems to be when I was in college, and I went shopping with my mother."
What he usually needs, he usually buys online or gives the list to Zuo Xiaoqiu and Xiaohu, and he doesn't need to cook normally, so naturally he doesn't need to go to the supermarket.
Thinking about it this way, he hasn't been in a supermarket for seven or eight years.
Jiang Zhao couldn't help feeling a little bit of anticipation in his heart. Looking at the passing street scene outside the window, he said, "Actually, when I was young, I lived in a big courtyard and was often taken out by my grandparents. Big supermarkets were far away at that time. , but there are many small shops at the entrance of the alley, which sell all kinds of messy snacks, maltose, crispy noodles, Arctic Ocean... "
"At that time, the sodas were still in glass bottles. Every time I finished drinking, my grandfather would collect the glass bottles and caps for me. If I saved up, I sent them to the scrap yard on hot days, and used the money to buy old popsicles. "
As he spoke, a smile appeared on his lips involuntarily.
This kind of pure happiness is far away, but every time I think about it, I feel a warm current flowing through my chest, as if when I open my eyes, I will return to the summer filled with the sweetness of old popsicles and orange juice.
Xiao Si also glanced at his profile, and he could see the deep nostalgia between Jiang Zhao's brows and eyes, so he said, "Are grandparents still living in the compound? If I have time, I will accompany you back to see them."
Jiang Zhao paused for a moment before saying, "The old man is not in good health, he passed away a few years ago."
Xiao Si was also taken aback, and before he could apologize, Jiang Zhao said, "Don't comfort me, it happened many years ago. It has something to do with Han Tingfeng, do you want to listen?"
Xiao Si also saw his expression, and immediately said seriously: "Okay."
In fact, Jiang Zhao has never talked about the things Han Tingfeng did before with anyone other than his parents, even if he is as close as Qin Youyou and Zuo Xiaoqiu, he has never mentioned it.
But Xiao Si is not the same, the relationship between the two of them is actually very strange, there is not only one night of intimacy by mistake, but also an unclear contract.
Speaking of being close, he and Xiao Si don't know much about each other, but they are not close. Xiao Si is indeed his direct senior, his senior brother, his opponent, a person who has been in his life for nearly ten years. There are people with traces everywhere.
Perhaps it was this kind of relationship that seems to be relative but not relative, which made him want to confide in him.
The nearest large supermarket is four or five kilometers away from the villa area, and the road is only about ten minutes away. Jiang Zhao tried his best to spread out the past and all the grievances and grievances between him and Han Tingfeng as concisely as possible.
When the car stopped in the underground parking lot, Jiang Zhao had almost finished speaking and heaved a sigh of relief.
The feeling of telling the matter is really different. He feels that a stone that has been pressing on his heart these days seems to be suddenly shattered into powder, and it will be scattered when the wind blows. Now he can even eat three bowls of rice.
He opened the car door, turned around, but saw that Xiao Si hadn't moved yet.
The lights in the underground parking lot were very bright, but the interior of the car was still plunged into darkness, and Xiao Siye's side face was shrouded in that shadow, making it difficult to see clearly, making it a little cold.
Jiang Zhao reminded: "Get out of the car."
Xiao Si also trembled, and then he bent his eyes, and the coldness just now dissipated like a hallucination, leaving only a gentle and elegant actor Xiao, who smiled at him: "Here we come."
It was less than a month before the Chinese New Year, and it was a weekday afternoon. There were very few people in the supermarket, so Jiang Zhao let go a little bit, and went to look for a supermarket trolley as soon as he entered the supermarket.
It’s just that the stroller was very spacious in memory, but now it seems that there is only one small one. Jiang Zhao felt a little regretful after pushing it twice.
Xiao Si also noticed his emotions, and said with a half-smile: "Do you want to sit in and be pushed?"
Jiang Zhao: "You think I'm three years old?"
He pushed the cart and turned around to leave, but his heart beat a little faster—because he really thought about it for a while.
However, it is impossible to express this shameful thought on the face. Actor Jiang is so professional, he managed his expression in two or three seconds, with an extremely calm look: "What kind of food do you want to buy?"
Xiao Si also walked to his side, and took the cart in his hand: "Let's make four dishes and one soup, and you can buy more dishes, and make it later in the evening."
"Simple"
Jiang Zhao could suppress the shock in his eyes: "You actually learned to cook, right?"
Xiao Si also nodded solemnly: "Yes, actually, I graduated from the New Western Chef School, and the one who went to the film school is my twin brother."
Jiang Zhao narrowed his eyes: "No wonder I thought you were quite serious at the time, but now you have become so coquettish. You are really not alone."
Xiao Si also: "Huh?"
His eyes flickered: "Do you have any impression of me in college?"
Jiang Zhaofei glanced at him: "Nonsense. Can I not remember your face?"
He and Xiao Si were the only people who could be seen at first sight in a place like the Acting Department of the Film Academy.
After a pause, Jiang Zhao added, "I'm not trying to compliment you."
Seeing that Xiao Si couldn't hold back his smile anymore, his eyes on the mask curled up, and he suddenly leaned over to Jiang Zhao's ear, and said in a low voice, "I know, I'm also very kind to my junior. impression."
Jiang Zhao's breathing was stagnant for a second, and then he pressed his side face and pushed him away: "You said you were coquettish, you are still on the top, right?"
Noisily bought more than half of the carload of things, basically all the ingredients for cooking are readily available, and finally strolled to the snack area.
Jiang Zhao rarely eats these high-calorie foods, but it doesn't mean he doesn't like them.
He stood in front of a large array of snacks, rolled his Adam's apple, and picked out two or three packs of low-calorie cakes: "Okay, let's go."
Xiao Si also raised his hand and grabbed his wrist: "Wait a minute."
Jiang Zhao looked back at him, only to see that he had walked all the way to the beverage section, searching carefully on the shelves.
The shopping guide next to him greeted him immediately: "Sir, what are you looking for?"
Xiao Si also suddenly saw something, and smiled: "Please help me get a box, thank you."
Jiang Zhao looked along his fingers, and saw the glass bottle of Arctic Ocean on the shelf, just as he remembered it, as if he could smell the fresh and sweet orange smell as soon as he opened the lid.
Jiang Zhao walked to his side, a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes: "You used to like to drink too?"
Xiao Si also blinked his eyes: "Well, I liked it when I was young, and I miss it a little. Let's drink together when we go back?"
Jiang Zhao tried his best to flatten the corners of his mouth that once wanted to turn up, and coughed very reservedly: "It's not impossible to accompany you."
After buying the vegetables and returning home, Xiao Si really cooked four dishes and one soup with rice. The tantalizing smell kept coming out of the kitchen, and Jiang Zhao felt that he had never been so hungry in his life.
Xiao Si was also cooking there, so Jiang Zhao took out all the messy drinks in the refrigerator, stuffed the bought vegetables in, and iced the whole box of Arctic Ocean.
He looked at the refrigerator that had changed from a bland drink cabinet to an assortment of beautiful things, and suddenly had a strange feeling—it seemed that such a refrigerator was what life should look like.
Xiao Si also happened to bring out the last dish and greeted him: "It's time to eat."
On the dining table, the fish soup in the center is tumbling with thick white soup, and other dishes are arranged around it. Obviously it is the most common home-cooked dish, but just looking at it makes people unable to restrain their chopsticks.
Jiang Zhao tasted every dish, and Xiao Si also clenched his chopsticks, but smiled lightly on the surface: "How do you feel?"
Jiang Zhao swallowed the mouthful of yam, looked at Xiao Siye, and said with great joy, "From now on, I will appoint you as the head chef of the palace."
Xiao Si also looked relaxed, and pretended to give him a hand: "I obey the order."
The two film kings were addicted to the drama and cleaned up the dishes on the table.
Jiang Zhao originally thought that he was already the type who could eat. After eating, he had to struggle on the treadmill for a long time to maintain his figure.
But Xiao Si was much more exaggerated than him, and even the half bowl of rice that Jiang Zhao hadn't finished was cleaned up very naturally by him.
"Diligence and thrift are virtues." When Emperor Xiao took his bowl, he spoke quite righteously.
Jiang Zhao, who liked leftovers since he was a child, pretended not to hear, and ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
This is the tradition when he, Ms. Xu and Lao Jiang were at home. If the nanny and auntie were not there, the cook would not wash the dishes, and the eater would be responsible for cleaning up after the meal. This can be regarded as the only housework that Jiang Zhao is good at, after all, it is not his brushing, and it is considered finished by handing it over to the dishwasher.
The afternoon sun lazily fell through the window, and the room was very warm because of the heating. Jiang Zhao just came out of the kitchen and yawned lazily, like a satisfied cat.
"Where are you going this afternoon?" Jiang Zhao sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and picked a movie at random.
Xiao Si was also replying to the message on his mobile phone, and said, "I have something to do with the company, I need to go."
Jiang Zhao nodded, grabbed a pillow and started watching a movie.
After Xiao Si also finished negotiating over there, when he looked up, he saw that the pair of affectionate eyes had been closed, and the curled eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing, and the sunlight flashed past the end of the eyes and jumped on the eyelashes.
Xiao Si also held his breath.
He leaned forward somewhat uncontrollably, but only a few centimeters forward, he restrained himself and stopped.
After a while, he looked at Jiang Zhao's sleeping profile and sighed softly.
Why are you so vigilant.
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After Jiang Zhao woke up, Xiao Si had already left.
He blinked in confusion, and when he got up, the thin blanket he was wearing fell off the sofa.
He picked it up and looked at it, but he had no impression, it should have been put on by Xiao Si.
Xiao Si also left that day and didn't come back. Jiang Zhao successfully ordered a pot and a Chinese cabbage according to the recipe on the Internet, so he chose to order takeaway at night.
In the following week, Xiao Si also came to Jiang Zhao's house several times one after another.
Sometimes they come to cook, and sometimes they bring their younger sister over to let Jiang Zhao kiss Fangze. When there were more than ten days before the Chinese New Year, Jiang Zhao received a message that Han Tingfeng was about to be deported.
During this period of time, the strength of the Han family was severely damaged. Even if Han Tingfeng went back, his crimes were enough to discredit him and he would also face foreign legal sanctions.
Jiang Zhao knew that he really would not come back this time.
At this time, the airport of country M.
Han Tingfeng got off the plane with a grimace on his face. He turned a deaf ear to the commotion of other passengers around him, like a ghost that would die soon after appearing in the sun.
He has already made a plan. Country M has some of his relationships. If his lawyer is good enough, then even the laws of Country M will be helpless against him. He is still that glorious violinist.
He carried his luggage and gloomily got into a taxi. The driver was a muscular man in a baseball cap and whistled at him: "Hey buddy, where are you going?"
Han Ting reported an address without raising his head, but the driver didn't move, but said to him: "Dude, I'll show you something good."
Han Tingfeng looked at him suspiciously. In the next second, a small can suddenly appeared in the driver's hand and sprayed a stream of unpleasant gas at him.
When Han Tingfeng opened his eyes again, he was already lying in an abandoned warehouse.
A few street gangsters in sleek clothes were smiling around him, and one of them held a machete and said to him, "I heard that you are a very good musician? Someone bought your right hand with a $100,000 knife. "
Han Tingfeng's pupils trembled. He wanted to get up, but found that his limbs were nailed to the ground by iron rings, and his whole body was in the shape of a "big".
"Wait... wait!" Seeing that those people were about to step forward, Han Tingfeng shouted quickly, "If he can give money, I can too! I will pay double! Let me go!!"
The gangster raised his eyebrows: "Really?"
The machete in his hand hit the ground and sank several centimeters into the ground.
This kind of power falls on his fingers, but can his fingers remain
Han Tingfeng's eyes were tearing apart: "Really! Really! I am rich, and I can give you a lot of money, as long as you let me go..."
The gangsters all around suddenly laughed, and one of them gave him a middle finger: "Don't you know? Musician, you are finished! Our boss said that your company in Huaguo will wait for a while." went bankrupt, and…”
He showed his white teeth: "We don't dare to disobey the boss, we have to take pictures later."
Han Tingfeng yelled: "Who is your boss?! Tell him to get out! I want to see him!!"
The gangster who pretended to be driving a taxi came out: "You bastard, you still want to see our boss? It's your fault that you provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked. That's all, tell him to shut up."
"The boss said that his two hands and the middle leg should all be abolished."
A shrill cry came from the warehouse, but after an unknown period of time, it suddenly disappeared again.
And in Huaguo, thousands of miles away, the man standing by the French window on the top floor connected an overseas phone call, his brows and eyes were a little bit more hostile, but he showed a bloody smile:
"well done."
The office was well lit, but he couldn't feel any warmth on his face, shaking the glass of whiskey in his hand that was the same color as his eyes, like a beast dormant in the middle of the night, brewing a steady stream of malice in the darkness.
The cell phone next to her suddenly rang again.
The moment he saw the caller, the coldness in his eyes disappeared in a flash.
His expression turned into a warm smile, like a breeze blowing on his face, and his voice was low and gentle: "The presents for uncle and aunt are ready, I'll go to your house first."
Jiang Zhao coughed lightly: "You don't need to bring it every time... Wait, it's only two o'clock in the afternoon for dinner, why are you here so early?"
Xiao Si also blinked: "There's nothing going on in the company, it's too boring."
Jiang Zhao: "Oh."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhao casually scrolled through Weibo while waiting for Xiao Siye, and suddenly saw a trending search: #When a person tells you that he is too boring, what does it mean? #
He subconsciously clicked in, and saw this sentence in the first article of the hot comment:
"If he says he's bored and wants to come to you, it's like saying 'I miss you'. "
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