With the car door open, Liang Sizhe leaned in and lowered the backrest of the co-pilot's seat to make Cao Ye lean more comfortably, and then leaned down to fasten his seat belt for Cao Ye.
As soon as the seatbelt was buckled, Cao Ye stretched out his hand, frowned slightly, looked at Liang Sizhe with half-squinted eyes, and mumbled uncomfortably, "Don't restrain me, I want to vomit."
"I'll be home in a while, don't move." Liang Sizhe held his wrist lightly and asked him to loosen his seat belt. He looked down at Cao Ye, the dim light of the underground garage reflected on Cao Ye's face through the front window of the car, and fell on his warm eyebrows and straight nose bridge. Youthful appearance, but the shadow of childishness can still be seen in the details.
If you can't drink, don't drink so much. Liang Sizhe looked at him and sighed. Is it so important for the friends of the crew to be happy? But Cao Ye seems to have always been like this. Ten years ago, he gave him the script for his pleasure. Ten years later, he was happy for these crew friends who didn't have much friendship, and would not refuse anyone who came to toast. You look so playful, but your heart is in a mess, but others are happy, so are you happy
Liang Sizhe raised his seat belt hand and rubbed it on Cao Ye's hair twice.
"Don't touch my head." Cao Ye closed his eyes and muttered in dissatisfaction.
Liang Sizhe looked at him: "Why?"
"If you touch my head, I will..." Cao Ye paused in the middle of speaking, probably realizing that he really wouldn't grow any longer at his age.
Liang Sizhe looked at him and smiled, rubbing his hair twice in spite of Cao Ye's dissatisfaction, and then closed the door, walked to the other side of the car and sat in the driver's seat.
The car started, the stereo was automatically connected to Cao Ye's mobile phone, and the jazz-style episode of "The Darkest Choice" began to play.
Cao Ye is used to driving a car with automatic transmission. Cao Ye's car is really difficult to drive. He has to remember to switch gears at all times. Thanks to the fact that the road is not too congested at this time, otherwise driving this car would be really exhausting. Liang Sizhe thought about the gear, and it was estimated that Cao Ye's playful temperament would buy such a sports car and come back to toss.
Just thinking about it, Cao Ye, who was leaning on the co-pilot seat, made a loud, drunk voice that sounded a little vague: "Guess... why did Lian Ye finally promise me to be the music director for this film?"
Liang Sizhe reached out and turned down the volume of the stereo, and glanced at him: "Didn't you say prostitution?"
"What are you selling?" Cao Ye sneered with his eyes closed, "How many songs are I worth?"
"I can't guess." Liang Sizhe said. Lian Ye is not easy to invite, everyone in the industry said so, but Cao Ye invited him, shouldn't it be... As soon as a guess appeared in his mind, Cao Ye gave him a positive answer.
"Is it ridiculous because I look at Cao Xiuyuan's face? I went to him so many times, I said all the good things, and asked him to let him go. The fifth time I went there, I didn't say anything, and he agreed to come out."
"You said it earlier," Cao Ye slowly imitated the tone of Lian Ye's speech, "I have known your father for many years, I am still his loyal fan, his son came to me to cooperate, this I always have to give face... Liang Sizhe, you guessed it right, he promised to be the music director, it doesn't matter how many times I've been there, it doesn't matter who I am, just because Cao Xiuyuan is my dad."
People who drink too much will probably talk a lot. Cao Ye vaguely feels that he shouldn't go on talking, but he can't stop. This kind of feeling of pouring out the words that have been stuck in his chest for a long time is actually quite good: "I came back from Taiwan that day. On the plane, I was thinking what would I be without Cao Xiuyuan? Is everyone working with me just because I am Cao Xiuyuan's son? Without Cao Xiuyuan, would there be Lomon? Will there be seniors willing to cooperate with Lomon? Including you Liang Sizhe, without Cao Xiuyuan, would you agree to this reshoot?"
"I promise that it has nothing to do with your dad." Liang Sizhe said, his voice sounded a little heavy.
Cao Ye laughed, shook his head, closed his eyes and didn't continue talking.
"Cao Ye, you've done a great job," Liang Sizhe said as he drove the car, "your dad is at your age, and no one cares about making films. You already have such a big company..."
Cao Ye interrupted him: "I know, I already have such a big company, but without Cao Xiuyuan, I might not be stable at all in this circle." He turned his head and said in a low voice, "Don't console me, I No, maybe I should thank Cao Xiuyuan, without him I'm nothing... I'm pretty useless too, I have to mix with him."
For the first time, Liang Sizhe didn't know what to say. When the words of relief came to his lips, he felt that Cao Ye didn't need it. In a sense, Cao Ye is actually quite similar to him. Once he falls into a certain state of mind, he will not listen to any comforting words. The comfort of others is meaningless. I want to go out on my own.
Liang Sizhe sighed, the boy who was innocent in the past has become preoccupied now, and he is not innocent in the course of these ten years. If Cao Ye played Xiaoman back then, what would things look like now
At this moment, an abrupt cell phone ringing sounded in the carriage. Liang Sizhe looked down, and an interface popped up on the car display.
- Qin Zhenzhen. It looked like a girl's name.
"You're on the phone," Liang Sizhe turned to look at Cao Ye, "Qin Zhenzhen, do you want to answer?"
"Don't pick it up." Cao Ye said in a daze, "You help me hang up."
"girlfriend?"
Cao Ye vaguely replied, "Yeah."
"Isn't it bad to hang up your girlfriend's phone? You switched off the bluetooth and answered it with your mobile phone."
Cao Ye didn't answer, and the bell continued to ring for dozens of seconds. It is estimated that a prompt tone sounded on the other end of the phone, and the car became quiet.
The two didn't speak, and after a while the bell rang again, this time with perseverance, the other party made three or four calls in a row.
Cao Ye opened his eyes impatiently, raised his hand and pressed the connect button on the display.
The girl's unique slightly squeamish voice sounded: "Where have you been, haven't answered the phone for so long, are you with someone else?"
"Yeah." Cao Ye leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.
"With whom? Men and women?"
"Why is this sentence every time..."
"I'm afraid you're with someone else... Are you drinking again?"
Cao Ye didn't answer her question: "What's the matter with the call?"
"I'm playing Truth or Dare with my classmates. The topic I drew was that my boyfriend said to me I love you. I'll take the phone over later, can you tell me?"
"What do I love you..." Cao Ye thought hard for a few seconds, "I remember last time you said it was over, right?"
"You didn't hear it? I regret it, right?" Qin Zhenzhen sounded aggrieved, "Didn't I come to you for peace?"
"Then do I take it seriously?" Cao Ye said with a frown. He suddenly felt that it was annoying to fall in love. He had never been so annoyed before. Probably the girls he used to be were very neat, and the beginning and the end were all hit and miss, but Qin Zhenzhen was sticky. He just took the initiative to break up a few days ago. Now Come to let him cooperate with some truth or dare, if dating is to take points and combine as fun, it is really boring.
"What do you say, okay? The classmates are all waiting. If you don't tell me, I will be very embarrassed." Qin Zhenzhen's tone softened again, she knew that Cao Ye would eat soft and not hard.
"Don't tell me." Cao Ye said, he was so dizzy that he couldn't get enough energy to deal with Qin Zhenzhen.
"Do you really not love me?" Qin Zhenzhen asked aggrieved.
"I love you," Cao Ye said vaguely, "I said it, do you believe it?" He thought that Qin Zhenzhen was a very funny girl. He had only known each other for a month, and we met several times. How can there be so much love...
Maybe there is love too, Cao Ye thought with a bit of self-deprecation, but she may love Cao Xiuyuan's son instead of Cao Ye.
The world regards love as a standard, but is love really not a false proposition? No one loves him, and he doesn't love anyone.
"I believe." Qin Zhenzhen said.
"But I don't believe it," Cao Ye said. "Be good, it's over when it's over."
The phone hung up, and the compartment was quiet for a while, before Liang Sizhe drove the car and asked, "How long have you been together?"
"I can't remember, it's more than a month." It was said that it was more than a month, but in fact, I only met a few times.
"Break up after more than a month?" Liang Sizhe laughed, "What kind of flash love are you talking about."
Cao Ye didn't speak. He felt that he was very embarrassed. This call should not be connected to the car audio.
"Why did you break up with Lin Huan?" Liang Sizhe asked again, "Didn't you like her many years ago?"
"You are too embarrassed to ask." Cao Ye muttered.
Liang Sizhe smiled: "Are you still mad at me for this?"
Cao Ye didn't answer for a while, Liang Sizhe glanced at him, Cao Ye leaned on the car seat, his head was slightly tilted to the side of the car glass, he looked like he was asleep, his eyelashes covered his lower eyelids, just like many years ago, like a Small black fan.
For the rest of the journey, Liang Sizhe didn't speak any more. The car's sound insulation and vibration suppression effect was excellent. The space was nearly sealed, and Cao Ye's steady breathing could be heard.
When he stopped at the traffic light intersection, Liang Sizhe turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the car, raised his hand and touched Cao Ye's hair, but Cao Ye didn't respond.
The car drove for another 20 minutes and arrived at the address given by Cheng Duan. The security system at the entrance of the community automatically recognized the license plate number. Liang Sizhe drove the car to the underground parking lot according to the roadside sign.
After getting out of the car, he walked over to Cao Ye's side to open the car door, leaned in and unfastened Cao Ye's seat belt.
Cao Ye frowned, turned his face to the other side, and let out a groan in his throat, looking very uncomfortable.
Liang Sizhe raised his arm, put it on his shoulder, and took a lot of effort to get him out of the car.
After taking a nap in the car, Cao Ye was more thoroughly drunk at this moment, almost lost consciousness, and all his weight was on Liang Sizhe.
Liang Sizhe locked the car and carried him to the elevator. After so many years, the bones grew and the cells were replaced, but their height and weight were still very close. It's been a long time since I dragged a drunk home. Liang Sizhe hasn't experienced it a second time in these years.
The elevator door leads directly to Cao Ye's house, and the access control is recognized by face recognition. Liang Sizhe embraced Cao Ye's shoulder, raised his hand and touched the electronic screen at the door, called up the recognition interface, and then used the hand that went around Cao Ye's back to go to the door. Lift his chin so that his face is aimed at the camera.
Cao Ye turned his face away from his hand reluctantly, and buried his face on Liang Sizhe's shoulder.
"Look at the camera," Liang Sizhe turned his face to look at him, "otherwise, tell me the password."
Cao Ye didn't look at the camera and didn't say his password, so Liang Sizhe had to grab his jaw again and let him raise his face to face the camera.
On the electronic screen, Cao Ye frowned and looked impatient, which made Liang Sizhe laugh. Fortunately, the recognition system was very sensitive, and the lock was unlocked with a beep. Liang Sizhe let go of Cao Ye's jaw and pushed open the door to drag him into the room.
The house is quite big, and it looks like there are several bedrooms, making people uncertain which one Cao Ye lives in. Liang Sizhe first put Cao Ye on the sofa in the living room and helped him sit down. Cao Ye seemed to like the sofa very much, and he became honest as soon as he sat in it, his frowning brows stretched out, and he reclined down along the backrest of the sofa, his head slid down and rested on the armrest of the sofa.
Liang Sizhe supported the armrest and looked down at him for a while, then got up and went to the refrigerator to find a carton of milk and looked at the outer packaging. It was still within the expiration date and could be drunk. He walked to the kitchen with the milk carton and pulled out a small frying pan from the cupboard.
The pot still looks new. It seems that it has never been used after buying it. Even the plastic wrap on the lid of the pot has not been torn off. It seems that it was just a decoration. He put the pot under the faucet to wash it clean, poured the milk into it, put it on the induction cooker and turned it to a low heat, stirred it a few times with a spoon, and then found a porcelain cup and poured the milk into it.
Holding the porcelain cup and walking out of the kitchen, Cao Ye was already lying on the sofa and fell asleep again. Liang Sizhe walked over and put the milk on the coffee table, then leaned down and patted Cao Ye's face twice: "Cao Ye, wake up first. "
"Huh?" Cao Ye replied vaguely, burying his head a little deeper.
Liang Sizhe helped him up and let him lean on the back of the sofa. Cao Ye frowned and said, "Don't move me, I'll die of discomfort."
"You get up and drink some milk first." Liang Sizhe inserted his hand into the space between the back of his head and the sofa, supported the back of his head, and put the cup to his lips.
Cao Ye turned his face away impatiently to avoid the cup.
His drunk appearance was funny, just like when he was young, like a cat that jumped up and scratched at any time when he was annoyed.
"You want me to feed you, don't you?" Liang Sizhe couldn't help but wanted to tease him, and moved the hand holding the back of his head to pinch his face, "Brother Sizhe." The baby fat back then had almost faded. Yes, but it feels good to hold.
"Liang Sizhe, you are so annoying." Cao Ye closed his eyes and raised his hand. The back of his hand touched the cup. Liang Sizhe didn't notice for a while. And on the clothes on the chest, some slipped in along the neckline.
Cao Ye finally opened his eyes. First, he looked down at the splash marks on his body. The liquid flowing through his skin felt itchy. He raised his hand to rub against his collarbone, then raised his hand and looked at the milky white The liquid said with a broken face: "What is this..." After that, he rubbed the side of his face, "Liang Sizhe, what are you doing...?!"
Liang Sizhe looked at him amused and helpless. He originally wanted Cao Ye to drink a glass of milk to relieve his hangover, but the scene in front of him seemed to have a wrong style of painting, which made people unable to think too much...
"It's none of my business..." Liang Sizhe smiled reluctantly, "I'll go get you a towel." He put the remaining half glass of milk on the table, and the moment he turned to go to the bathroom, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
"I'll go by myself..." Cao Ye propped up on the sofa and wanted to stand up, but as soon as he left the sofa, he felt like the world was spinning, and he fell back down again.