Across the three-story building, the hustle and bustle of the breakfast stall downstairs came in through the screen window, and the morning sun was bright and warm on the two squatting teenagers.
Liang Sizhe refused to accept the script, but Cao Ye insisted on giving him the script, pushing and shoving, Cao Ye pushed harder, Liang Sizhe half squatted on the ground, but he didn't squat for a while, and was pushed to the ground by him .
"Why don't you accept the birthday present?" Cao Ye leaned over, pressing Liang Sizhe's knee with one hand, and stuffed the script into his arms with the other hand.
Liang Sizhe put his hands on the ground behind him and wanted to stand up, but Cao Ye suddenly turned his face towards him, and sniffed in front of him like a puppy: "Liang Sizhe, why are you so fragrant?"
There was still a head of messed up hair on his head, which looked fluffy in the sun. Liang Sizhe looked at the top of his head, raised his hand and pushed it gently: "You are too stinky."
"Really?" Cao Ye shrank back suddenly, grabbed the T-shirt by the neckline and smelled it, "Does it smell bad?"
"What do you think?" Liang Sizhe looked at him blankly, "You didn't take a bath last night."
"Oh." Cao Ye stood up, raised his hand and slid the T-shirt off his head, "You are right, I haven't changed my clothes yet." He was naked and pointed at his belly, smugly. Show off with Liang Sizhe: "Look at my abs!"
Liang Sizhe stood up against the ground and glanced at it. The young man was thin and the muscles in his lower abdomen were beginning to take shape. He stood by the window like a vibrant poplar.
"Hurry up and wash yours," he closed his eyes and walked towards his bed. "There should be no hot water in a while."
"Ah, yes!" Cao Ye quickly grabbed a T-shirt from the closet and rushed into the bathroom, "How many more minutes?"
"Ten minutes." Liang Sizhe said.
The bathroom door was closed, Liang Sizhe sat beside the bed, and slowly held the hand that pushed Cao Ye's head. He recalled the feeling of the palm of his hand just now, just as it looked, his hair was soft and fluffy to the touch. .
He stared at the cover of the script that Cao Ye plugged to him for a while, and then his eyes fell on the stamp on the upper right corner. The script didn't belong to him, and after a moment he sighed softly and put the script on the bedside table between the two beds.
The hot water supply for Lanyan in the morning was at nine o'clock, and Cao Ye just stuck it out after taking a shower. His hair was wet, his body was soaked with damp water vapor, and there was also the smell of coconut-scented shower gel, exuding a slightly sweet smell. As soon as he went out, he put a pestle in front of Liang Sizhe: "Do you still smell me?"
Liang Sizhe was replying to the text message, confirming the meeting time with his former high school classmates, and looked up to see the T-shirt he was wearing: "This looks like my clothes?"
"Really?" Cao Ye looked down, "It seems to be true." He went too hastily just now, raised his hand and opened Liang Sizhe's cabinet door. He tugged at the hem of his T-shirt: "Are you going to wear this?"
"You wear it." Liang Sizhe continued to lower his head to reply to the text message.
Cao Ye was not polite. He sat on his bed and faced Liang Sizhe face to face: "I have a similar one too. Wear that one if you want."
"Well." Liang Sizhe said.
The birthday was unremarkable. Lunch was served in the small restaurant downstairs in the alley. Before going out, Liang Sizhe dug out the remaining change from the mezzanine of the suitcase, and then went downstairs with Cao Ye. .
The two found a cooking restaurant and took a seat by the window. The waiter handed over the menu, Cao Ye reached out to take it, and looked down at a list of dishes, Liang Sizhe sat opposite him, holding the thin stack of money across his trousers pocket, for fear that he would read the menu from top to bottom as soon as he opened his mouth. Click again.
Fortunately, Cao Ye quickly turned the menu around and placed himself between them, asking Liang Sizhe's opinion: "What shall we eat?"
Liang Sizhe looked at the menu, estimated the price, and clicked on "Dry Pot Cabbage" and "Liu Gan Jian": "These two?" Xiang Cao Ye, "Look at what else you want to eat."
Cao Ye is quite good to support himself, and the two dishes are not too small. His eyes moved from the menu to Liang Sizhe's face, and he smiled and said, "No, that's all."
Liang Sizhe added another portion of fern root powder from the cold dish area, and then ordered three bowls of rice and two bottles of mineral water.
One person had one and a half bowls of rice, and all three dishes had been eaten. On the way back to Lanyan after dinner, Liang Sizhe bought two popsicles with the remaining change, and he and Cao Ye each ate one while eating. back to the room.
The sun above was very strong, and the weather was still hot and dry before entering the Futian in early June, but it was a little better, but the sun was scorching all the way, and when they walked back to the room, both of them were so hot that they sweated on their foreheads.
There is no air conditioner in the room. A few days ago, the proprietress asked someone to bring them a floor-standing electric fan. As soon as Cao Ye entered the door, he turned the fan to the maximum setting, sat on the bed and lifted his T-shirt to expose his belly: "It's hot to death. !"
The electric fan shook its head slowly, blowing from the left to the right, from Liang Sizhe's bed to Cao Ye's bed, and the rapidly rotating fan blades made a humming noise.
Liang Sizhe put the pillow upright behind him, leaning on the head of the bed and thinking about his next plan. Cao Ye did give him the script, but he couldn't convince himself to read it anyway, this opportunity was too important, Cao Ye could easily hand it over to him naively, but how could he do it? Can you accept it with peace of mind
Otherwise, go back to Yancheng to continue high school, transfer from the music-affiliated high school to an ordinary high school, and if you can't keep up with the third year of high school, you will re-read the second year of high school. However... Liang Sizhe's eyes fell on Cao Ye's back. The other's shoulders fell naturally, forming a nice arc with his arms. A small thin waistline was revealed under the lifted T-shirt. When Ye said "stay and play with me for a few more days", he secretly decided to stay for a few more days. Anyway, with his current academic level, he couldn't do a few more questions when he went back.
Just thinking about it, Cao Ye turned his head to look at him, the eyes of the two met, Cao Ye turned and lay on the bed, looking up at him: "What are you thinking?"
"It's okay." Liang Sizhe looked away.
Cao Ye got up and jumped out of bed, walked barefoot to Liang Sizhe's bed, sat down, and reached out to touch the back of Liang Sizhe's neck, wanting to see if he was sweating, "Aren't you hot?"
Hey—the fingers still had the coolness of a popsicle stick, and as soon as they touched the skin on the back of his neck, Liang Sizhe suddenly sat up overreacting.
"What's wrong?" Cao Ye was stunned.
"No..." Liang Sizhe maintained this sitting position with his back to Cao Ye, "Your hands are too cold."
"Really... But I'm so hot," Cao Ye reached out and took the script from the bedside table, "Why don't you read the script?"
"Look," Liang Sizhe lied, "I'm too lazy to read words now."
"Hey, I'm too lazy to read the words!" Cao Ye naturally put his pillow on Liang Sizhe's pillow and flipped through the script, "How can you memorize so many lines?"
Liang Sizhe gave a perfunctory "um".
"Then let me read it to you," Cao Ye lay on his back, and before Liang Sizhe could speak, he started to read the script, "One day, in the bathroom, Xiaoman. In the outdated bedroom, there was a ticking noise coming from the corner of the wall. The sound of water, the water leaking from the ceiling kept dripping into the enamel washbasin on the ground, and the peeling wall was mottled. Xiaoman sat in a daze at the desk, with the English textbook spread out in front of him, listening to English on the Walkman at the corner of the desk. Aunt Fang's loud voice came through the wall..."
Cao Ye read aloud, Liang Sizhe had to listen even if he didn't listen. The script was written with a sense of picture. Following Cao Ye's voice, Liang Sizhe couldn't help but outline the scene of the first act in his mind - Xiaoman sitting with his back to the camera. In the dilapidated bedroom with mottled walls, facing a dim yellow lamp, I was in a daze while listening to English listening.
Cao Ye's voice is very nice. Usually, the tone is clean and crisp, but in the afternoon, he is a little lazy and doesn't sound so crisp. Occasionally, a trace of hoarseness, like very fine quicksand, falls in Liang Sizhe's ear, making him feel that the eardrum is a little bit. itch.
He leaned back with his upper body, the pillow was placed by Cao Ye, so his back was leaning on the hard wooden bed.
Cao Ye read more slowly and his voice became lower and lower. As he read, he lost his voice completely, and the script also covered his face.
I fell asleep again... Liang Sizhe stared blankly at the air for a while, then stretched out his hand and gently took the script over Cao Ye's face, looking at the warm and handsome face below the script, this man was born with a look The pampered young master looks like.
Xiaoman... The image of Xiaoman in the script appeared in Liang Sizhe's mind. He imagined the picture of Cao Ye sitting in front of the wooden table, with his head lowered and doing his homework, his back was green and thin, and his shoulders shrugged in a thin arc. No wonder Zheng Yin said that Xiaoman was written by the screenwriter thinking of Cao Ye's appearance.
His eyes fell on Cao Ye's face for a while. Cao Ye suddenly couldn't help but laugh. Then he opened his eyes to look at Liang Sizhe, and said with a smile, "Why are you staring at me all the time, reading the script!"
Those eyes were smiling, and the color of the eyeballs was a little pale, like two luster and warm amber beads.
Liang Sizhe looked into his eyes and smiled reluctantly: "I'm watching how long you can't help opening your eyes."
"You see that I'm pretending to be asleep? Say it earlier... I've endured so hard. Hey, are you really not hot?"
"I'm fine," Liang Sizhe got out of bed, walked over with his slippers, held the fan closer, and then fixed the angle of the blower so that it was facing Cao Ye, "Can it blow like this?"
"can."
Liang Sizhe got back on the bed. The bed was not big, and the two of them seemed a little crowded when they lay together. Liang Sizhe didn't lie down with Cao Ye. .
In the past, when he was not sleepy in the afternoon, he would either read a professional book about acting or find a movie to watch, but the premise of doing these two things was because he thought that his future life would be linked to movies , and now found that this hook can't be hooked at all, and he didn't have the heart to do these two things for a while.
Cao Ye also propped himself up on the bed and sat up with his pillow on his back: "Liang Sizhe."
Liang Sizhe looked up at him, didn't say anything, but his expression was obvious - "You said".
"Are you not going to read this script?" Cao Ye asked quite directly.
You know again... Liang Sizhe thought helplessly, this young master is really not easy to fool.
"You don't plan to sneak back to Yancheng when I fall asleep, right?"
"That won't happen," Liang Sizhe smiled, "I will tell you before I leave."
"Are you really going to leave? Didn't I give you the script... Anyway, you have to finish the audition before you leave?"
Liang Sizhe didn't speak. He was wondering whether to tell Cao Ye what happened, and tell Cao Ye what Zheng Yin had said to him, so that he knew that this role was not something he wanted to let go. For Cao Ye, as long as he studies the script carefully, 80% of the character will belong to him, but for himself, even if he gets the script, it just adds some thoughts that are better than nothing.
The matter of giving up the script is of great significance to the two of them, but for the entire casting process, it is not who gets the script that plays a decisive role.
Cao Ye observed his expression, thought for a while and suggested, "Well, let's watch the script together and compete fairly during the audition, how about that?"
"Fair competition..." Liang Sizhe repeated these four words.
"Yeah, otherwise I'll take the script myself, and even if I actually play this role, I'll win, win... How do you say that word?"
"Won't you win?"
"Hey, yes! That's it, victory is impossible."
Liang Sizhe smiled: "Okay, let's watch it together." This is not because he was persuaded by Cao Ye, but because Cao Ye was too obsessed with giving him the script, he could only accept it for the time being. Down.
Liang Sizhe thought like a mirror, that there is no fair competition at all, but this does not mean that Cao Ye won't win... It's just that Cao Ye, who is "like a rainbow", happens to be the source of the unfairness, and his naivety meets reality. , I just met him all at once, I really don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate.