Chapter 14

"Don't go!" Shang Zhier hurriedly stood up and hugged him tightly, "Don't leave me."

Once you start, you don't want to stop or let go easily.

Shang Zhier was confused and thought, "You kissed me first, you allowed me to get close to you, how can you just end it like that? Let go like that?"

If it weren't for the fever, he might never have said those words.

Let him be willful just this once, and use the fever and illness to gain a little sympathy from Yan Huai.

Shang Zhier's suppressed crying voice reached Yan Huai's ears.

Shang Zhier thought, "Aren't you always the softest-hearted? Why are you so harsh on me?"

Yan Huai stood there in a daze. Shang Zhier was actually crying?

Ten years ago, I didn’t cry when I was bullied at school. Now that I’m strong and grown up, I actually cry. And I cry so sadly and pitifully.

Shang Zhier is really cunning. He is just betting whether he will be soft-hearted.

Taking advantage of this soft-heartedness, Yan Huai wanted to love and care for him. Yan Huai had no choice but to reach out and pat his back to coax him: "I'll go boil some water and wipe you down. Your fever hasn't gone down yet, so be obedient."

"No." Shang Zhier kept crying. He stubbornly believed that if he let go of Yan Huai, he would never come back.

Yan Huai reached out and wiped away Shang Zhier's tears, then lowered his head and kissed her, "I'll be back soon, really."

Shang Zhier was now well behaved, sitting on the kang and waiting for Yan Huai to come back.

Yan Huai closed the door, stood outside and exhaled.

He lowered his head and walked silently to the kitchen. He thought, giving Shang Zhier fantasies and then refusing to be together, wasn't that too much? Was he keeping Shang Zhier hanging? But he didn't want money, and he didn't even want Shang Zhier's feelings.

Yan Huai sat on the bench in a distracted state, stuffing wood and corn stalks into the fire.

He came back to his senses only when the water in the iron pot boiled.

After realizing it belatedly, Yan Huai carried a bucket of warm water to Shang Zhier's room and pointed at the person on the bed, "Take off your shirt."

Shang Zhier took off his sweater, sat on the edge of the bed with his upper body naked.

Yan Huai wrung out the wet towel and wiped him.

After measuring the temperature again, it finally dropped a little. Yan Huai shook the mercury in his hand and put it in the drawer.

He poured out the water in the bucket and prepared to leave.

Shang Zhier hugged him from behind and said, "Don't go."

Yan Huai was frightened. The two of them were now standing at the door. If someone took a picture of them, they would never be able to clear themselves of the blame even if they jumped into the Yellow River.

He struggled, "Let go first."

Shang Zhier let go of his hand, gave him a resentful look, turned around and lay back on the kang.

The corners of Yan Huai's mouth twitched. He put the bucket at the door, slammed the door shut, and lay down on the kang.

Shang Zhier was lying on the kang but was not being honest. He was moving towards Yan Huai.

"Cold." Shang Zhier said in a low voice.

Yan Huai: ...

The kang is so hot, why is it cold? He just closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Shang Zhier called him for a long time but there was no response. He supported himself with his arms and stood up. He kissed Yan Huai on the face and mouth again and again. When he saw the marks left by himself on his body, he fell asleep contentedly while hugging Yan Huai.

Yan Huai slowly opened his eyes and roared in his heart, Shang Zhier is such a stuffy guy!

Shang Zhier slept very well and felt refreshed when he woke up. Yan Huai woke up with dark circles under his eyes. Yan Huai put on his down jacket and went back to his room while everyone was still asleep.

He squatted down and started packing his luggage, then found a facial mask in his bag and put it on his face.

"You've already started putting on makeup?" He Xuan rubbed his eyes. "Will there be fans picking you up at the airport?"

Yan Huai lay on the chair, "My dark circles are too heavy, please help me urgently."

He Xuan took out a concealer from his bag and threw it into his arms, "This is very useful, cover it up."

"Thank you."

After packing up, the crew members pushed their suitcases into the car.

Yan Huai leaned against the car, wearing a large scarf. He looked around: Lu Zheng was talking to the village chief, He Xuan was chatting with Yan Xuxing, and Shang Zhier was hiding behind the car, smoking.

He walked towards the back of the car, "Get in."

Shang Zhier looked up and stared at him for two seconds when he heard the voice, then put out his cigarette and got into the car.

There were only two of them in the car, sitting side by side in the back seat.

"Will you go to the wrap-up party later?" Yan Huai asked tentatively.

Shang Zhier asked him, "Are you going?"

"Go." Yan Huai said softly.

Shang Zhier nodded, "If you go, I'll go too."

The two of them tacitly agreed not to mention what happened last night. When they were filming in the small village, they still had a brief ambiguous relationship, but now that they are back to reality, there is nothing.

After Lu Zheng finished communicating with the village chief, he got in the car, and four or five cars started and drove out of the village one after another.

Shang Zhier closed his eyes and leaned his head on Yan Huai's shoulder.

Yan Huai looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, his fingers on his knees moved slightly, but in the end he did not wake up Shang Zhier.

The crew boarded the plane at the airport and landed in City A four or five hours later.

Yan Huai and He Xuan were swarmed by the crowds at the airport. Lu Zheng and the editing team worked overnight to create a teaser trailer, which made headlines. Couple fans rushed to come up with names for the two: He Yan and Yan He. Fans of both groups were vying for the spot.

The two were escorted out of the airport by security guards. He Xuan leaned against the car, still feeling terrified, "I couldn't breathe just now."

Yan Huai hesitated for a long time with his phone, but ultimately did not send a message to Shang Zhier.

There were a lot of people coming and going at the wrap-up party.

Yan Huai and Shang Zhier sat apart, several people between them. Shang Zhier was in a state of disinterest, and every now and then someone would toast him, and he would accept every toast, one glass after another.

Yan Huai walked up to him with a wine glass in hand, "I'm toasting you, please stop drinking. I hope Moss is a big hit at the box office."

Yan Huai drank the champagne in one gulp. Shang Zhier held the glass and looked at Yan Huai's blurry face through the wine. "Didn't you agree to give me some?"

"What?" Yan Huai lowered his head.

Shang Zhier's eyes turned red silently and he sighed. Yan Huai forgot, and forgot again.

"It's my birthday," Shang Zhier said with a bit of complaint, "My gift."

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in the glass. His hands were shaking a little and half of the wine spilled on his shirt.

"Zhi Er is drunk? Let him go to the next box to rest for a while and change his clothes." Lu Zheng glanced at the two of them.

Yan Huai supported Shang Zhier and walked to the next box, and instantly his ears became quiet.

While waiting for his assistant's shirt and gift, Yan Huai sat on the sofa and gently stroked Shang Zhier's face, which was covered with wine and salty tears. He opened a pack of wet wipes and wiped Shang Zhier's face and collarbone.

Yuan Meng knocked on the door. Yan Huai opened the door, took the bag, and gently closed the door.

Shang Zhier couldn't see clearly without his glasses, so he sat on the sofa in a daze.

"Is it Yan Huai?" Shang Zhier looked at the figure in front of him.

"Yes." Yan Huai replied.

Shang Zhier sniffed, "Where's the gift?"

Yan Huai turned around, took out the box from the bag and handed it to him.

"What an exquisite watch." Shang Zhier looked at the square watch in the box.

"Do you like it?" Yan Huai leaned against the table.

"I don't want this." Shang Zhier muttered to himself while holding the watch.

Yan Huai asked: "Then what do you want?"

Shang Zhier didn't say anything. He put his arms around Yan Huai's waist, leaning against him and crying silently. He thought to himself, "Don't you know what I want best? Why have I loved you so painfully all these years?"

Ten years ago.

After Shang Zhier returned home, he did not tell his parents that he was detained by his classmates for three or four hours. The driver did not know what happened either, but just said that school ended later than usual today.

The next day, Shang Zhier went to school alone with his schoolbag on his back. Yan Huai hugged his neck from behind and rubbed his hair: "Your hair is so soft."

Shang Zhier blushed slightly and said, "Actually, your hair is softer."

"Have you told your parents about those two people bullying you?" Yan Huai chattered in his ear.

Shang Zhier shook his head.

Yan Huai patted him on the back and said, "We'll talk to the dean later and give them a warning."

Shang Zhier nodded, he was willing to do whatever Yan Huai asked him to do.

The dean checked the surveillance footage, and the tall and fat kids were punished. Although no one still wanted to play with him, no one bullied him either. Yan Huai would sometimes play with him, and that was Shang Zhier's happiest time.

"Oh my god," Yan Huai said, holding his paper. "Your grades are terrible. Such good handwriting but such a low score."

Shang Zhier felt a little embarrassed by what he said and reached out to take the test paper.

Shang Zhier has poor academic performance. He is the youngest in the family. Shang Che is in charge of the family company. In addition, he has asthma, so his parents love him even more.

"Do you want me to teach you?" Yan Huai turned the ballpoint pen in his hand.

"Um."

Yan Huai often taught him how to do exercises, but Shang Zhier's grades never improved. Shang Zhier knew that once he learned it, Yan Huai would stop teaching him.

During evening study, Shang Zhier stared at the back of Yan Huai's head in a daze.

Why do Yan Huai and his deskmate have so much to talk about?

Why does Yan Huai have so many friends?

Why can't you just talk to me?

Over time, Tao Ning also found that this deskmate was a little strange. He always stared at Yan Huai and liked to stick to Yan Huai.

One day, Tao Ning couldn't help it and leaned over the table and whispered, "Why are you always staring at him?"

Shang Zhier turned his head and said, "Is it not okay for me to like him?"

Tao Ning widened his eyes and said that he would not tell anyone.

I thought this kind of life could continue forever, but the director's arrival broke everything.

He was a very famous director who had been looking for amateurs in various places, but had never found a suitable one. He came to their school and took a fancy to Yan Huai.

Even though the school and the class teacher repeatedly said that this student had excellent grades and could get into a good university, the director still did not give up and gave Yan Huai the choice: if he was willing, he could play the second male lead in the play.

Yan Huai didn't want to become famous, he just wanted to join in the fun, so he joined the crew during the summer vacation, hoping to become a hit when the movie was released.

Yan Huai finally passed the college entrance examination and went to the Film Academy. Shang Zhier looked at the enthusiastic fans who were cheering for him and tore the letter in his hand into pieces. He was originally planning to confess his love to Yan Huai.

"Why don't you give up? Yan Huai is a big star now." Tao Ning bit his ice cream, "There's really no chance."

Yan Huai, who was supposed to teach him various physics problems, became an unattainable superstar.

Yan Huai became more and more popular, and Shang Zhier was seen with his endorsements and posters wherever he went. In order to have some peace and quiet, he went to study abroad.

Going to and from get out of class every day, I try to escape while also looking for ways to forget.

Late at night, Tao Ning received a call from Shang Zhier. No one on the other end spoke for a long time. She became a little impatient and said, "Hurry up and tell me. If you don't, I'll hang up."

The sound over there was very loud and strange, like someone was suppressing their tears.

"I really miss him."