Extra three

Xiao Ziyu was picked up by Xiao Jinchuan on the winter solstice.

It snowed heavily on the winter solstice. The baby in the cradle moved so much that his lips turned purple and his body was almost stiff. He had to be kept in warm water for three or four hours before he recovered.

Little Nanzhu luckily managed to survive, and from that day on, his teachers and friends in the opera world regarded the winter solstice as his birthday. However, when he later entered the palace and assumed the identity of a hostage, his birthday was also changed.

Xiao Ziyu never cared much about this, and this year he cared even less because Yuan Heng had been acting a little weird recently.

First, he worked overtime more frequently than before, and had a lot more inexplicable social engagements. When asked about them, he was vague or simply evasive, which made Xiao Ziyu a little confused.

He had been in contact with a new script recently, and "Mute" was also about to be released, so he didn't ask too much about it, until one night, when Yuan Heng came back drunk.

As everyone knows, Yuan Heng can drink quite a lot. Even in occasions where he needs to socialize, he is extremely restrained. Besides, no one dares to force him to drink. How could he get drunk?

When he came back, Xiao Ziyu was stretching his legs and reading a book in the living room. There was a knock on the door. Xiao Ziyu opened the door and saw Qi Huai supporting Yuan Heng standing outside. He said calmly, "Mr. Yuan drank a little too much tonight."

I have to say that Yuan Heng is a good drinker. He doesn't make any noise when he's drunk, but he's a little clingy.

When he saw Xiao Ziyu, he pressed forward, cupped his butt and squeezed it, his voice hoarse and drunken: "Hmm, it feels good."

Xiao Ziyu was so frightened that he didn't even have time to greet Assistant Qi and slammed the door.

He helped the man into the bathroom and raised his voice, which was unusual: "Yuan Heng!"

Yuan Heng's huge body was sunken in the bathtub, with his long arms and legs hanging outside. He raised his eyelids when he heard the words, and his usual sharp and unruly expression turned into a stream of elegance: "Baby..."

Xiao Ziyu's breathing slowed down a bit, and he found that he couldn't communicate with the drunkard, so he called the restaurant to prepare some sobering soup, then rolled up the sleeves of his home clothes and went forward to help him take off his clothes and take a bath.

Yuan Heng stared at him motionlessly, like a dormant beast, allowing those slender fingers to pull off his tie and unbutton his shirt from top to bottom, only his breathing gradually becoming heavier.

Xiao Ziyu's face became hot from being stared at, and he reached out to cover his eyes: "Don't look."

Yuan Heng closed his eyes obediently. His mind was not very clear and his body was too lazy to move. It seemed as if a fire was burning inside him. Every time the cool fingertips brushed across his skin, it would cause a shudder.

The shirt and trousers were thrown to the ground, and the iron head of the belt hit the non-slip tiles, making a dinging sound.

Xiao Ziyu pretended not to see anything wrong with him. He pressed the button to fill half a tank of water, but when he was about to stand up, someone grabbed his wrist.

Yuan Heng's single apartment is luxuriously decorated, and the bathtub he bought is particularly large, more than enough to accommodate an adult. At this moment, his whole body was stretched out in it, like a handsome sculpture.

Xiao Ziyu leaned forward and had no time to resist before someone held him against his waist. With a splash, most of his body was dragged into the bathtub.

Yuan Heng's voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes were still hazy from being drunk, but his hands moved decisively: "Let me help you take it off now."

Xiao Ziyu's home clothes were sent for cleaning. The one he was wearing was Yuan Heng's, which he picked up casually. It was originally very large and hung loosely on his body, so it was easily taken off, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white shoulders.

He struggled: "Yuan Heng...don't do anything stupid in the bathroom."

Yuan Heng ignored him, grabbed the back of Xiao Ziyu's head and pressed him on his shoulders, then twisted his long legs and locked them tightly. As his body moved up and down, warm water overflowed from the edge of the bathtub.

Xiao Ziyu didn't want to spoil him, but Yuan Heng was unusually gentle. He kissed him closely and sucked his tongue. He straightened his waist and let out the kiss, then slid directly into the bathtub.

Yuan Heng lifted the person out of the water and turned him over. His porcelain-white fingers clasped the edge of the bathtub tightly, and his slender neck was stretched to the full extent of an arc.

Water is not like oil. The feeling of friction becomes more and more distinct, constantly taking away the burning sensation, and the alternation of cold and warm makes people unable to stop spasming. The water rippled and overflowed onto the ground. Xiao Ziyu grabbed the arm around his waist in a daze and bit it hard as if to vent his anger.

The next day was the winter solstice, which was also the first screening of "Mute". The two had originally planned to go to the cinema to watch the premiere, but ended up sleeping until noon.

Xiao Ziyu opened his eyes and faced the angular profile in front of him. Yuan Heng's eyelashes are very long, and when they hang down densely, they look like crow feathers, hiding his overly shrewd eyes and making his whole face look more attractive.

So you shouldn’t choose someone who is too handsome as your partner, otherwise when you wake up in the morning and want to lose your temper, you won’t have a way to vent.

As if feeling the burning gaze, Yuan Heng's eyelashes moved slightly and he woke up. His voice was still hoarse from the alcohol. He noticed that Xiao Ziyu looked unhappy, so he reached out and pulled him into his arms: "Did you scold me?"

Xiao Ziyu was hugged by him: "Where did you go last night?"

Yuan Heng turned over, had someone lie on top of him, and shook him: "I dealt with some things."

Xiao Ziyu was not easy to fool: "What's the matter?"

Seeing that Yuan Heng was being secretive again, he turned over and got up, straddling his abdominal muscles, and pointed at Yuan Heng's chest from above: "Explain clearly, or don't go to work."

Yuan Heng had already taken a day off today, and was lazily being ridden by him, with someone pressing on his third and fourth ribs. A slight force could pierce his skin and flesh and puncture his heart. He made no effort to hide his vulnerability as he whispered coaxingly, "I'll tell you tonight."

Xiao Ziyu didn't know what he was up to, so he asked cautiously, "What is this time? What else are you hiding from me?"

Yuan Heng knew that he had too many criminal records and had no way to defend himself, so he could only soften his attitude: "Don't convict me yet, in case I'm wrongly accused."

When Xiao Ziyu saw the teeth marks on his arm, he recalled the absurd night last night and said angrily, "I don't think you are wronged at all."

Yuan Heng drank a few glasses of liquor yesterday. Although it was excessive, he was not unconscious. Therefore, everything in the bathroom was still vivid in his mind. He was just pretending to be crazy due to alcohol and asked Xiao Ziyu to play with him.

When Xiao Ziyu saw the look in his eyes, he knew that this guy definitely had no good intentions. The current posture was too awkward. He raised his legs to get off, but the pair of large hands held down his legs firmly, preventing him from moving.

Xiao Ziyu was in a dilemma, unable to exert any strength. He felt the burning sensation belatedly, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, grabbing the two pectoral muscles in front of him: "Ah..."

Yuan Heng contracted his muscles, as if responding to some kind of rhythm, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Do you like this position?"

Xiao Ziyu clenched his teeth, feeling this kind of feeling unprecedented: "You...get out."

Yuan Heng pushed aside the hair beside his ear, found his earlobe and pinched it: "Baby, don't let your imagination run wild."

Xiao Ziyu woke up less than three hours ago and fell into a deep sleep again. When he woke up again, he was so hungry that he didn't have the energy to think about anything else. Yuan Heng ordered a table full of Cantonese dim sum, served with seafood porridge. The two of them ate shrimp dumplings while reading movie reviews.

Half a day after its release, "Mute" has become a hot topic and has attracted a lot of discussion online. Although Xiao Ziyu is not the protagonist, he has also received widespread attention:

—Who understands? The moment the little mute died, I fainted in the cinema from crying.

—It is not easy to film this subject. Thank you to the director and all the creators for your hard work.

—What a pity! The little mute had the chance to walk out of the mountains with the photographer.

—It is no exaggeration at all. There are such abducted women in my hometown village. They cannot escape and the whole village is in collusion with them.

The film focuses on the current social reality that is not receiving much attention, which makes people more empathetic. Some people say that the little mute is a martyr of justice, others say that his death reflects the survival situation of the trapped women. Not every mountain village can find a speaker like the photographer, and more evils are passed down from generation to generation like unspeakable muteness.

Some even boldly predicted that "Mute" would become the most sensational film at the end of the year, and it was not impossible for Xiao Ziyu to compete for the Best Supporting Actor at the Golden Rooster Awards.

Of course, this is all later. On that day, Yuan Heng booked an entire screening room, and the two men appeared in the theater in disguise. The screen was extended, and the stands were empty, as deserted as if they were watching a banquet.

Although he was mentally prepared, Xiao Ziyu was still slightly moved when he actually saw himself on the big screen. The always dirty little mute seemed to have changed from a character into a passer-by in his life. He struggled aimlessly in the mountains and finally got liberated.

The moment he saw the little mute fall to the ground, his heart seemed to suddenly go empty. Xiao Ziyu only remembered the dust on the tip of his nose and the blood oozing out, but he had no idea that it would be like this from a third party's perspective, like a light feather falling in the mud.

A hand reached out to him and handed him a tissue, and then he realized that he was already in tears.

Yuan Heng held him in his arms, without any comfort, but gave him endless support, and said softly: "The Homecoming Fund has officially started operations, and society will pay more attention to this issue. In the future, such incidents will become less and less."

The film finally came to an end, but Xiao Ziyu still couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. After the ending song, the screen suddenly darkened and went completely black.

There’s a power outage? Xiao Ziyu looked up blankly with red eyes, feeling the hand around him not moving at all. He turned to the person next to him: "Yuan Heng?"

"Yeah." Yuan Heng responded and pinched his shoulder. The next second, the screen flickered again, like an old-fashioned projector from the 1970s or 1980s, and a huge countdown appeared in the center of the screen:

5, 4, 3, 2, 1——

As the countdown faded away, the rustling background noise suddenly became louder, as if someone was shouting at the same time: "Happy birthday, Xiao Ziyu!"

Xiao Ziyu was startled and even straightened his back subconsciously.

He stared at the screen intently, while Yuan Heng looked at him with a smile. A moment of confusion appeared on his usually calm face, as if he couldn't believe it.

The film is edited shot by shot, but without exception they are all the people Xiao Ziyu has come into contact with after coming to modern society.

Lu Yan seemed to be on vacation. He made a huge "Happy Birthday" out of shells on the beach and smiled at the camera: "Xiao Xiao, happy birthday. Be happy in the new year."

Director Tang was collecting folk songs in the wild. The background sound was filled with the chirping of insects and birds. He gave a thumbs up and said, "Happy birthday, Ziyu. You will become a great actor."

Chen Churan and Song Mei were in the crew, wearing Ming Dynasty costumes. Chen Churan smiled and said, "Muteness was a big hit at the box office. I hope to see better works in the future."

Eric made a face to the camera on the train to Moscow: "Dear little black cat, you must stay cute even if you grow one year older."

Wen Ci smiled shyly in the dance studio: "Thank you Ziyu, the future will definitely be better."

Simon and Andy stood under the Christmas tree and made a big heart with their hands: "Happy Birthday!"

Xiao Ziyu bit the corner of his lip and felt everything in front of his eyes blur.

This is not the end yet. Yuan Heng somehow got the behind-the-scenes footage of Xiao Ziyu's filming in different crews, and after editing and splicing, they gradually became one story.

Xiao Ziyu, who came to the crew for the first time, was confused and wandered away from the crowd in his Little Medical Fairy costume. A staff member came over and handed him a lunch box. After the wire operation, everyone applauded in surprise. Director Tang praised him loudly without hesitation, which made his ears turn red.

When filming "Qing Yu'an", he wore Fang Jingshi's light green robe and studied the character in the breaks between takes. His every frown and expression left behind his youthfulness, and he exuded a sense of openness and elegance.

Later in "Xunsu", a suona sound resounded through the sky, he looked calm, and the chili cakes around him were sold out.

When filming "Mute", he had too many NGs and a rare look of frustration appeared on his face. Finally, he picked up the script and practiced it over and over again. The blank and clear eyes of the little mute were recorded by the monitor and then projected onto the big screen.

Xiao Ziyu was stunned, not knowing when the lights came on. The door of the screening room opened, and Yuan Ye walked in holding a huge cake, followed by Xiao Jinchuan holding a bouquet of flowers.

You can tell who painted that gorgeous red rose at a glance.

Yuan Heng reached out and wiped away the tears on his face: "Happy birthday, baby."

"Happy birthday, Brother Xiao!" Yuan Ye shouted, and his voice echoed in the huge screening room.

Xiao Jinchuan also smiled and said, "Ziyu, happy birthday."

Xiao Ziyu looked at the screen in disbelief, then at the people around him, and finally his gaze fell on Yuan Heng. His lips moved: "Have you been preparing for this these days?"

"Yes," Yuan Heng said, "I went to see Director Tang last night and couldn't help but drink a little more."

Tang Lin was Yuan Heng's lecturer during his college years. He watched him get to where he is today. He didn't even notice that his students were dating right under his nose. He said unwillingly, "I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight. Don't try to avoid my wine."

"Do you like it?" Yuan Heng asked in a low voice.

Xiao Ziyu nodded randomly, wiping away his tears with his fingers without caring about his image, but his vision was still blurry: "I haven't celebrated my birthday in a long, long time."

Even though he was crying with joy, Yuan Heng still felt distressed. He pulled out the scarf from his chest and pressed his eyelids: "It's my fault for not accompanying you before. I will not miss out every year from now on, okay?"

Yuan Ye shouted, "Come on, Brother Xiao, make a wish and cut the cake!"

The warm and bright flames began to dance, and Xiao Ziyu closed his eyes with a pious attitude.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and blew out the candle. Yuan Heng leaned in and asked, "What's your wish after all this time?"

Xiao Ziyu cut off the biggest piece of cake and handed it to him: "If you tell me, it won't work."

He cut two more plates and handed them to Yuan Ye and Xiao Jinchuan respectively. Yuan Heng still did not give up: "Then is my wish in yours?"

The door of the screening room was not closed tightly, and the draft blew through, causing a whistling noise.

Xiao Ziyu took a fork and shared the piece of food with him, whispering, "When the wind blows in the future, I will know that you are by my side."

"Thank you, Changfeng. This is the happiest birthday I've ever had."