Chapter 11

"I refuse." Yan Huai glanced at him. This man was simply incomprehensible.

Didn’t you just distribute cookies to Yan Xuxing in the car?

Thinking of this, Yan Huai put his arm around his neck and whispered, "Go live with your little fanboy. Tsk, I'm almost thirty years old. I'm a bit of an old man. I'm responsible for everything from grinding my teeth to snoring and talking in my sleep. Living with me would be too unfair to you."

"Twenty-seven," Shang Zhier retorted, "Who said you were old?"

Is this the point? The point is living with your little fanboy.

Lu Zheng walked in front and looked back to see that the two people had not caught up. He urged them: "Hurry up! Put down the luggage first."

Yan Huai dragged the suitcase forward, and Shang Zhier took advantage of the opportunity and followed behind silently.

After weeks of travel, the crew and actors were exhausted and now they were hungry and their eyelids were drooping.

There were too many people, so they had to stagger their shower and meal times.

The village chief asked them to have dinner before going to bed. "You don't know, the village is not like the city. You can't order takeout if you're hungry late at night. Have dinner before going to bed."

Yan Huai was eating voraciously in the living room. He was really hungry.

Shang Zhierdu ate half a bowl more of stir-fried chicken. The chicken was fragrant and tender, and very fresh, and you could tell it had just been killed.

Shang Zhier picked up some vegetables from Yan Huai's bowl with wooden chopsticks. Yan Huai looked at the cabbage and wild vegetables in the bowl, raised his head and chuckled: "Pick some vegetables for your little fanboy later."

"I'm not familiar with him." Shang Zhier defended, "I want to eat fish."

Yan Huai smiled: "Let your little fanboy help you pick out the fish bones."

After saying that, Yan Huai lowered his head to eat, leaving Shang Zhier aside.

Shang Zhier silently bit the fish meat and spit out the small bones. Of course he could peel shrimps and pick out fish bones, but he just wanted Yan Huai to care about him.

After taking a shower, Yan Xuxing sat next to Shang Zhier. Shang Zhier moved the stool quietly and moved closer to Yan Huai.

"I'm done eating." Yan Huai took his bowl and chopsticks and walked towards the kitchen.

He Xuan bit a chicken leg and kept calling him, "Are you full?"

“Very full.”

After washing the dishes, Yan Huai took out his pajamas and change of clothes from his room bag and placed them on the chair.

There are no showers in the village, so people boil water to take a bath or wash their hair. The village chief has taught them how to boil water. Put some firewood and corn stalks in the fire, and the water will boil quickly. If the water is too hot, just collect some cold water from the side and pour it into the basin.

Yan Huai was squatting beside the fire, stuffing corn stalks into it.

The door creaked open.

He turned around and saw Shang Zhier, who was holding a change of clothes in his hand and locking the door.

"What are you doing here?" Yan Huai turned around and concentrated on boiling water.

Shang Zhier walked over to him and picked up the firewood. "I'll boil some water for you."

Yan Huai stood up and watched quietly what he was going to do.

The water in the iron pot went from bubbling small bubbles to bubbling big bubbles. Yan Huai poured the water into the bucket, added some cold water, and tested the water temperature. The temperature was just right.

The steam in the room fogged up Shang Zhier's glasses, so he simply took them off and threw them on a chair.

With blurred vision, he vaguely saw Yan Huai taking off his sweater, revealing his fair and smooth body.

Yan Huai turned around and looked at him, "Are you not leaving yet?"

"I don't want to leave." Shang Zhier spit out three words.

Yan Huai slowly approached him, rubbing his chin against his ear, his voice soft and gentle, with a hint of frivolity: "Want to take a shower with me?"

Almost the moment he heard these words, Shang Zhier got hard.

He didn't dare to think any further, let alone open his eyes.

"Why are you taking a shower with clothes on?" Yan Huai continued, "Take them off."

Shang Zhier obediently took off his long sleeves, revealing his strong and broad abdominal muscles.

Yan Huai stretched out his fingers and grabbed the waistband of his pants. Shang Zhier's breathing stopped, and the pain in some parts of his body became even more obvious.

His face flushed red and he tried his best to endure it.

Yan Huai loosened his grip, threw a towel at him, and said coldly, "Get out!"

Then Shang Zhier was driven out the door. Shang Zhier was glad that he was wearing pants, but a certain part of his body was still conspicuous. He covered himself with a towel, but it made it even more obvious.

Yan Huai bent down and started washing his hair. He wanted to let Shang Zhier feel the cold wind to wake up his brain. He blew a few breaths in Shang Zhier's ears, and Shang Zhier responded. I really don't know what he was thinking about all day long.

Shang Zhier leaned on the bench, unable to see clearly even with his eyes open.

"I'm done washing." Yan Huai pushed open the door in his pajamas.

Shang Zhier grabbed his hand and said, "I want to live with you."

Yan Huai pointed to the kitchen and said, "My little fanboy is waiting for you."

"I don't," Shang Zhier lowered his head, "I'm not familiar with him."

"Help him add more scenes and write lines for him." Yan Huai glanced at him.

Shang Zhier explained, "He was brought in by the investors. This is the condition of the exchange. And you are the protagonist."

I chose the protagonist myself.

"In my heart, you are more important than anyone else." Shang Zhier looked up at him.

With such sincere love right in front of him, it would be a lie for Yan Huai to say that he wasn't moved. However, Shang Zhier had been so hot and cold and played hard to get towards him before, so he still wanted to win it back and take the initiative in the relationship.

Shang Zhier thought that playing hard to get would make Yan Huai pay attention to him, and that was indeed the case. However, Yan Huai was two years older than him, and after he calmed down from the impulsive emotion at the time, this was just a piece of cake.

"I understand," Yan Huai said, "Let go."

Shang Zhier knew that living together was impossible, so he said, "Kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me." Shang Zhier held his hand stubbornly.

Yan Huai squatted down, held Shang Zhier's face and kissed his lips.

Shang Zhier held the back of his head, licked his tongue and palate in his mouth, and sucked gently.

Yan Huai felt a little dizzy. He felt that Shang Zhier's kissing skills seemed to have improved.

He pushed Shang Zhier away, his lips parted and a trace of water remained. "Did you kiss your partner like this before?"

"I don't have a partner," Shang Zhier said, "I've only kissed you."

After saying that, Shang Zhier hugged him again and continued to kiss him deeply.

As they kissed, Shang Zhier thought of Yan Huai kissing many people while acting, and she bit his lips out of jealousy and anger.

"Hiss." Yan Huai cried out in pain, stood up and pushed Shang Zhier away, "What are you doing?"

Shang Zhier sat on the stool, hugged his waist, buried his face in his soft pajamas, and said in a muffled voice, "It's sore."

Yan Huai rubbed his head with his hands randomly, "Are you jealous? That's easy. Go and find a date with that little fanboy."

"No." Shang Zhier said.

"Okay, take a shower quickly and don't waste the village chief's electricity." Yan Huai left with the clothes in his arms.

Shang Zhier walked into the house and saw that there was still a lot of hot water in the pot, enough for him to take a bath. When he thought that Yan Huai had left bath water for him, he felt in a good mood.

Walking on the snow, Yan Huai brushed off the snowflakes on his head and pushed open the door.

The kang in the house was very hot.

"What took you so long to wash?" He Xuan yawned, "I can't even open my eyes."

Yan Huai paused and locked the door.

"It took a little long to boil the water." Yan Huai hung the washed clothes on the clothes rack.

He Xuan crawled into his sleeping bag, lay on the bed, took out his eye mask and prepared to put it on, and exclaimed, "Why is your mouth broken?"

Yan Huai shuddered, "I fell and hit the door."

"Be careful." He Xuan flipped over and lay on the kang.

Yan Huai hummed, unzipped the sleeping bag and got in.

He Xuan began to grind his teeth. Yan Huai thought, although he and He Xuan had a good relationship, he wasn't with Shang Zhier right now, so he didn't think there was any need to say anything. Besides, he didn't believe what Shang Zhier said. Sweet talk is something anyone can say, so how credible are they?

He thought Shang Zhier just wanted to have fun with him and they would go their separate ways after the movie.

Many people in the circle are like this, and his attitude towards love has also changed from initial expectation to disappointment.

There is no sincerity, only interests.

Feelings are the least valuable thing here.

Since Shang Zhier wants to have some fun, then I'll play with him. Anyway, everything is coming to an end and the filming is about to be wrapped up.

There are four people living in the house over there, Lu Zheng, the assistant director, Shang Zhier, and Yan Xuxing.

Lu Zheng and the assistant director had already fallen into a deep sleep, snoring loudly.

"Brother Zhini," Yan Xuxing said, holding the sleeping bag, "Can I sleep here?"

Shang Zhier looked in the direction he pointed, intending to sleep next to him. Yan Huai had been talking about him as a fanboy all day, so he shook his head and refused without a second thought.

A trace of loss flashed in Yan Xuxing's eyes, and he slept in the corner.

Shang Zhier crawled into the sleeping bag, lay down next to Lu Zheng and put on earplugs.

In his sleep, he felt someone watching him. Shang Zhier opened his eyes and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Yan Xuxing lay on the bed and stared at him, saying softly: "Brother Zhi Er, let me see if you are awake. The village chief is calling us to have breakfast."

Shang Zhier frowned and stood up to keep some distance.

"Got it, you go out first, I'll change clothes."

After Yan Xuxing left, Shang Zhier put on a sweater and down jacket, and ran to Yan Huai with a toothbrush.

"How about staying in the same room with your little fanboy?" Yan Huai raised his eyebrows.

Shang Zhier took the toothpaste from him and squeezed it onto the toothbrush: "You're talking nonsense again."

Yan Huai was brushing his teeth, and Shang Zhier snatched half a cup of warm water from his hand to rinse his mouth.

Yan Huai wiped the foam from his mouth, broke off a piece of upside-down icicle from the beam, and poked Shang Zhier's face with it.

Shang Zhier shuddered from the cold. "Ice?"

"Well, it's too cold and it's frozen." Yan Huai played with the icicle for a while and threw it into the corner.

He wiped the water off his hands, which were red from the cold.

Shang Zhier wanted to warm his hands, but because so many people were watching, he could only take out a hand warmer from his bag.

"Isn't this the same one I gave you last time?" Yan Huai stared at the pink hand warmer in the same packaging.

Shang Zhier nodded, he was reluctant to use it.

Yan Huai opened the package and prepared to throw it away, but Shang Zhier hurriedly took the package from him.

Yan Huai didn't understand why he kept the garbage, but said nothing.

A group of people were eating breakfast noisily in the room. Some of them were from the north and missed the taste very much as they hadn't had the authentic one for many years.

Shang Zhier ate two sticky rice dumplings and two bowls of soy milk.

The crew followed Lu Zheng and found the most dilapidated and oldest house with two large water tanks inside.

Yan Huai was holding the script. This scene was connected to the previous one, and he had to continue from the previous scene.

Their secret was exposed. Who discovered it? How? Xiang Shui had no idea. Desperate, he crouched down, clutching his head, phone in hand.

If it were revealed that he was gay, would he be expelled from school?

His parents would beat him to death, and the gossip and rumors from the neighbors would drive him to death.

When Zhao Yan found him, he was already somewhat unconscious. He grabbed Zhao Yan's clothes tightly, his eyes terrified, and shouted, "I'm scared! I'm scared!"

“Save me!”