The room on the left side of the second floor is a guest room, but now there are few guests, so it is vacant with the door closed most of the time.
Yang Youming's bedroom is on the third floor, which is also on the left side. In order not to change the room he used to live in with his parents, he only built a new bathroom in the room on the left, and there is a study on the right side of the third floor.
The room on the third floor is what Xia Xingcheng and Yang Youming saw in the video that day. There is a very soft big bed in the middle of the room. There are opposite windows on both sides of the room. One side is blocked by the wall, and the other side faces the street. , but it was just blocked by a lush sidewalk tree branches and leaves on the side of the road.
This made the lighting in the whole room not very good, but it also made Xia Xingcheng feel very safe, even if the curtains were not closed, he was not afraid of being seen.
Yang Youming put his suitcase on the floor against the wall.
Xia Xingcheng changed into a pair of slippers, and there was still a slight creaking sound when he stepped on the wooden floor. So he threw himself on the bed, his body sank into the soft duvet, then turned over and sat up, dangling his body beside the bed.
He heard that the wooden floor was very loud, looked up at Yang Youming and said, "It's very loud."
Yang Youming looked at him with a smile: "If you can't hear it on the first floor, you can rest assured."
Xia Xingcheng smiled and lay down on his back, stretching his arms comfortably.
Yang Youming came over and said to him, "If you're tired, you can sleep for a while, and I'll call you again for lunch."
Xia Xingcheng yawned, kicked off the slippers on both feet, and rolled into the middle of the big bed, "Don't call me for lunch, I'm not hungry at all, I'll eat when I wake up."
Yang Youming said, "Okay."
Then Xia Xingcheng heard the sound of Yang Youming pulling the curtains in the room, and walked to the door and closed the door, the room was completely quiet, and Yang Youming seemed to have gone out.
He stumbled into a deep sleep.
This sleep was really full, there was no pressure from filming, and in a warm and comfortable environment, the quilt smelled of Yang Youming, Xia Xingcheng was unconsciously asleep at first, and then began to roll over and dream, many chaotic images .
When he woke up, Xia Xingcheng was dizzy from sleep. He glanced at his phone and found that it was past three o'clock in the afternoon.
He was still alone in the quiet and dim room. He got up from the bed, grabbed his messy hair, put on his slippers and walked outside.
Opening the door, Xia Xingcheng found that the door of the study opposite was open, and there was a slight noise. He walked over and saw Yang Youming was squatting on the ground with his back to the door to sort out the things in a cardboard box, so he walked over, The whole person threw himself on Yang Youming's back and wrapped his arms around his neck.
Yang Youming must have heard his footsteps long ago, and he never turned his head. At this time, he touched his waist with a backhand and asked, "Awake?"
Xia Xingcheng was a little dizzy from oversleeping. He lazily put all his weight on Yang Youming, buried his face on the bare skin on the back of his neck, and dawdled carelessly.
Yang Youming patted his butt with his backhand and asked him, "Have you washed your face?"
Xia Xingcheng laughed out loud and said, "Don't wash it, I heard that the oil secreted on the face is the best for the skin, I'll give you a little bit."
Yang Youming slapped his butt hard.
Xia Xingcheng was still lying on Yang Youming's back, hugging him tightly.
After a while, Yang Youming said, "You get up, my legs are numb."
Xia Xingcheng said, "If you don't get up, you will sit on the ground with numb legs. If I don't hold you, you will die."
Yang Youming said, "What nonsense." He still stretched his legs and sat on the floor as Xia Xingcheng said.
Xia Xingcheng knelt down behind him, looked at the cardboard box on the ground from his shoulder, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Yang Youming replied, "Organize my dad's books."
The cardboard box was full of old books neatly stacked.
Yang Youming sorted them out and put them together by category. He said, "Actually, I should have sorted them out a long time ago."
Xia Xingcheng asked him in a sticky voice, "Then why did you just sort it out now?"
Yang Youming put a few books in his hand on the floor, and the folded corners were gently smoothed out before he said, "In the beginning, I didn't have time. Later, when I was free, I always felt uncomfortable when I touched this kind of thing."
Xia Xingcheng lay on his stomach quietly, thinking of Yang Youming arranging his father's belongings in loneliness, he felt more uncomfortable than his own loneliness.
He said in Yang Youming's ear, "Let's go to a photo studio to take pictures."
Yang Youming turned his face slightly, "Why a photo studio?"
Xia Xingcheng knelt up and straightened his body away from his back, turned to sit in front of him, and said, "It's just like the atmosphere of taking a wedding photo or a family photo. Behind is the background of a photo studio. The photographer said, 'Come on, Come a little closer, and we'll sit side by side like a wedding photo and take a group photo."
Yang Youming thought about it seriously, as if considering Xia Xingcheng's suggestion, he said, "It's inconvenient to go to the photo studio, I'll ask a professional photographer friend to come to the house to help us take pictures."
Xia Xingcheng hurriedly said, "That's fine." After speaking, he asked, "Is your friend reliable?"
Yang Youming said, "It's dependable, but he's also a very busy man. I don't know if he's available. You should have heard the name, Jiang Zihe."
Xia Xingcheng felt that the name was very familiar, raised his head and recalled it, and said, "Is it the one named Steven in English?"
Yang Youming nodded, "It's him."
Jiang Zihe is a well-known photographer and stylist who has photographed many covers for domestic first-line fashion magazines. Xia Xingcheng had collaborated with him before when he was taking photos of the inside pages of a magazine, and he was quite impressed. At this time, he almost blurted out: "He's a bit—" He originally wanted to say that he was a little showy. Considering that he was Yang Youming's friend, he said it. Half swallowed.
Yang Youming asked him, "What?"
Xia Xingcheng shook his head and said, "It's a bit powerful."
Yang Youming smiled, probably guessing what he was going to say, instead of continuing to tell him about Jiang Zihe, he asked, "Are you hungry?"
It was only then that Xia Xingcheng realized that he had not eaten lunch, and his stomach was very hungry. He said, "I am hungry and want to eat noodles."
Yang Youming stretched out his hand and held his hand, stood up and pulled him out, "I'll ask Aunt Tian to cook a bowl of noodles for you."
Xia Xingcheng yawned, followed behind him, and said, "I want to eat your noodles."
Yang Youming said, "Okay, I'll cook it for you."
Xia Xingcheng suddenly smiled and said, "You can feed me below."
Yang Youming didn't know if he understood what he meant or not, so he didn't answer, he just smiled and held his hand downstairs together.
It wasn't until that night that Xia Xingcheng realized that Yang Youming actually understood.
Xia Xingcheng likes this old building very much. He thinks everything is fine, except that the floor will make noise, especially in the dead of night.
He was afraid that people passing by in the street would hear it.
This thought tormented him, and he was exhausted, so he had to put on his clothes and go out on the street, and let Yang Youming shake the bed for him in the middle of the night.
Yang Youming grabbed him, "I can't hear you, take a good rest."
Xia Xingcheng said, "No, every time I do it, I get distracted and think about it, preventing me from enjoying it."
Yang Youming had no choice but to let him go, "Then go to the first floor to listen, you won't be able to hear it, let alone on the street."
Xia Xingcheng thought it made sense, so he went to the first floor wearing slippers. He heard that there was no sound in Aunt Tian's room. He must have gone to bed early, so he sent Yang Youming a WeChat message saying that he was on the first floor.
After a while, he didn't hear anything, and he sent another message to ask Yang Youming, "Did you shake?"
Yang Youming replied to him: "Shake it."
Xia Xingcheng then stepped on the creaking wooden stairs and ran to the room on the third floor.
Yang Youming sat leaning against the head of the bed, naked, with a thin quilt on his lower body, and extended his hand to Xia Xingcheng when he returned.
Xia Xingcheng threw off the slippers at the foot of the bed, knelt on the bed and quickly climbed into Yang Youming's arms, hugged him and said, "I tried and couldn't hear it."
Yang Youming touched his cold arm, covered him with a quilt, and said, "Don't worry now?"
Xia Xingcheng nodded and kissed his lips.
After sleeping, Xia Xingcheng stared at Yang Youming's face in the dark for a while, and suddenly remembered a question: "Brother Ming, did you lie to me? Did you really shake the bed?"
Yang Youming closed his eyes and took Xia Xingcheng into his arms with his arms, "I'm really shaking, I can swear, can we sleep, baby?"
Xia Xingcheng hugged his waist and said, "Okay."
To the surprise of Yang Youming and Xia Xingcheng, the next afternoon, Jiang Zihe appeared outside the small building of Yang Youming's hometown with his camera.
Yang Youming called Jiang Zihe last night. He didn't expect to invite Jiang Zihe in the near future. He just asked him when he was free, and mentioned that he wanted to ask him to take a photo in the building of his hometown.
Jiang Zihe was quite busy at the time. He asked Yang Youming where he was, and then asked Yang Youming where the old building was. After getting the answer, he hurriedly hung up the phone.
As a result, no one expected that he would come by himself the next afternoon.
At that time, Yang Youming and Xia Xingcheng were arranging the books left by Yang Youming's father in the study together. When they heard that there was a guest surnamed Jiang, both of them were stunned for a moment, and then Yang Youming went downstairs first.
Jiang Zihe is a gay who has come out of the closet, which is not unusual in his environment. He originally happened to have a job at the film and television base, and it ended last night. After receiving a call from Yang Youming, he simply found a car directly from the film and television base, and it didn't take much time.
Today is a sunny day, and the early summer sun has already shone down on the city aggressively.
Jiang Zihe wore a loose sleeveless knitted sweater and ripped cropped trousers. He carried a camera bag on his shoulders and pushed a large box in his hand. His hair was bleached and the black background was dyed pale gold, and his face turned pale gold. Light makeup, but if you don't look carefully, you can't see it.
He was standing at the door of Yikou, and when he saw Yang Youming coming down the stairs, he immediately showed a bright and sincere smile, and let go of the box to meet him: "Brother Ming!" Sended.
Yang Youming was wearing a casual linen long-sleeved shirt and pure cotton trousers at home. He looked clean and warm. He looked surprised but smiled and said, "Why so suddenly?"
Jiang Zihe grabbed his wrist, "Just kidding! Yang Youming invited me to his home, what an honor, can you come right away?"
Yang Youming smiled and said, "I'm the one who caused you trouble. It's my honor that you are willing to come."
Jiang Zihe patted the camera bag on his body, "What do you want to take? I promise to take a beautiful picture for you. I want to take a picture of the house as a souvenir? Brother Ming, is this going to be an autobiography?"
Yang Youming said, "Don't be kidding, I want to ask you to help me take a photo with someone."
"A group photo?" Jiang Zihe smacked something wrong, and then he heard another footstep coming down the stairs. When he looked up, the people who came downstairs also looked at him from the stairs. When he saw the person's appearance, he opened his mouth in surprise, and his voice was distorted when he spoke, "Xia Xingcheng?"