Chapter 30

With Moss Yan Huai sweeping thirteen awards at home and abroad, Shang Zhier won the Best Screenwriter Award.

The Chinese were eagerly anticipating the release of the film, which had been edited and trimmed, with most of the dark and explicit scenes removed. The film's running time was also reduced from the original two hours to one hour and thirty minutes. This was a loss of plot for the film, and there were concerns about whether the audience would be able to accept a film without many exciting parts.

Despite having made cuts to the film, it still failed to pass domestic approval due to the limited subject matter. Lu Zheng thought about it for a long time and ultimately decided not to release Moss in mainland China, instead releasing it in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Movie buffs and fans expressed deep regret, and some were planning to travel to cinemas in Hong Kong and Taiwan to watch the film.

The movie is scheduled to be released on December 1st.

Coincidentally, it is winter.

With half a year left before the film was released, after Moss won the award, the director and the leading actors had no time to celebrate and had to rush to the next event.

Finally, we had a chance to catch our breath and a celebration banquet was scheduled.

They were all acquaintances having dinner together. Yan Huai wore a black short-sleeved shirt, and Shang Zhier wore a shirt. They arrived early, and Lu Zheng had just arrived a while ago.

"My hands are all sweaty." Yan Huai pinched Shang Zhier's wrist, "Let go."

Shang Zhier: "Don't you have wet wipes in your bag?"

"Look." Yan Huai unzipped the bag.

Shang Zhiren searched in her bag for a while, opened the wet wipes, and wiped Yan Huai's hands.

"Creaky." The door opened with a sound.

Yan Xuxing and He Xuan stared at this scene. He Xuan whistled, "Wipe it for me."

"Wipe it yourself." Yan Huai threw him a wet wipe and threw one into Yan Xuxing's arms.

Yan Xuxing was still standing at the door without moving because of the shock he had just received from the scene.

He Xuan waved his palm in front of his eyes a few times, "He's back to life."

Yan Xuxing then pulled out a chair and sat down next to Shang Zhier. He carefully moved the chair under him, wanting to be closer to Shang Zhier.

Shang Zhier had just taken a bite of food when he soon realized that the distance between them had become very close. He turned around and pulled the corner of Yan Huai's clothes as if asking for help.

Yan Huai took a glance, smirked, and lowered his head to send him a message.

--Solve it yourself.

Shang Zhier stared at the screen, sighed helplessly, and leaned towards Yan Huai.

As Yan Xuxing stared at the wine glass, he suddenly caught sight of the wedding ring on Shang Zhier's hand. He was in disbelief, his pupils dilated slightly, but he then discovered that Yan Huai was also wearing a wedding ring on his ring finger, of the same style.

He stood up quickly, supporting himself on the table with his hands.

The people at the table were startled, stopped talking, and stared at him.

Yan Xuxing swallowed hard, lowered his head and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"You scared me," He Xuan bit the ox tongue, "Let's go."

Yan Xuxing pursed her lips and left the table without saying a word.

"What's going on?" Yan Huai asked in a low voice.

Shang Zhier shrugged, "I don't know."

Yan Xuxing did not return to the table until the dinner was almost over.

Shang Zhier laid his face on the table, breathing softly. He felt like he couldn't breathe, as if he was about to suffocate.

Yan Huai noticed that his expression was not right and touched his face.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

Shang Zhier shook his head and said, "I'll go lie down in the next box for a while."

"I'll go with you." Yan Huai stood up and was about to follow him, but He Xuan was drunk, so he grabbed him and insisted that he have another drink.

At this moment, Shang Zhier stumbled and pushed open the door of the next box, and took out asthma medicine from his pocket. The room was dark and the lights were not on.

With a click, the light came on.

The glaring light made Shang Zhier dazed for a moment. Yan Xuxing walked in, gently closed the door, squatted beside Shang Zhier, and said with a faint smile: "Teacher Shang, do you need help?"

Shang Zhier slowly stepped back, "No need."

Yan Xuxing stretched out her hand towards him, "Really? But you look like you're in pain."

"I want to help you." Yan Xuxing snatched the asthma medicine from him and played with it in his hand.

Shang Zhier's breathing became more and more rapid. He couldn't breathe, his face turned pale, and he fell to the ground.

"Give me the medicine." Shang Zhier said weakly.

Yan Xuxing sighed, "Is Yan Huai really that good? Teacher Shang, you actually married him. He's not worthy of you at all, why on earth did you fall in love with him? Actually, I noticed it when I was in the village. I saw you two kissing. Why? Speak up!"

Shang Zhier couldn't hear what he was saying at this moment. He could only watch the medicine right in front of him, but he couldn't get it.

After Yan Huai finished the glass of wine, he immediately went to the private room next door. When he pushed the door open, he saw Shang Zhier lying on the ground with a pale face, while Yan Xuxing was still talking.

He slammed the door in anger, staring at the medicine in Yan Xuxing's hand, furious: "Give me the medicine!"

Yan Xuxing held the medicine in his hand and reached out of the window. "This is the twelfth floor. If I throw the medicine down, who do you think will pick it up faster, or will Shang Zhier die faster?"

Yan Huai pointed at his nose and cursed, "What the hell do you want to do?"

"I love him, I like him!" Yan Xuxing became more and more excited as he spoke, and his body movements became larger. Yan Huai stared at the medicine shaking in his hand, feeling very nervous.

Yan Huai took a deep breath and slowly walked forward. He quickly grabbed Yan Xuxing's wrist and snatched the medicine from his hand. He then slapped Yan Xuxing in the face with his left hand.

Yan Huai quickly covered Shang Zhier's mouth and nose with the medicine and patted him gently to help him breathe. He kissed Shang Zhier's forehead and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Seeing that Shang Zhier's expression gradually relaxed and he regained consciousness, Yan Huai raised his head and stared at Yan Xuxing.

"Do you know how serious the consequences will be if you take the medicine away?" Yan Huai roared, "If I'm not careful, Shang Zhier will die here today! I can take responsibility for that slap, and I can bear the consequences, but can you? If Shang Zhier died here today, you would be the murderer! Have you ever thought about this?"

"You love him, and loving him means you have to watch him die? What kind of bullshit is that! Do you think you can survive in this industry? You keep saying you love him, but it's all just for resources and profit!"

Yan Xuxing spat out the blood in his mouth and said, "Aren't you the same?"

"I'm different from you." Yan Huai said.

Shang Zhier inhaled the drug and was helped to the sofa by Yan Huai. He whispered, "Yan Xuxing, if what happened today is exposed, you will not be able to survive in the entertainment industry. You are still very young, have you thought about the consequences? Or would you rather sacrifice your career and let me die? If you can't have it, you will destroy it?"

Yan Xuxing's tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he trembled and said, "I love you."

Shang Zhier said coldly: "I don't believe it."

Yan Xuxing collapsed and ran out of the box. Shang Zhier lay in Yan Huai's arms. Yan Huai was still frightened. He gently touched his hair and said, "Is Yan Xuxing crazy?"

"If something happens to you, I really..." Yan Huai didn't continue.

He was so frightened by what he had just seen that his fingers were trembling.

"It's okay, it's really okay." Shang Zhier held his hand, "I'm fine now, aren't I?"

Yan Huai's eyes were red, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Shang Zhier blinked, "Give me a kiss."

Yan Huai lowered his head and deepened the kiss with him.

The three of them left the table. He Xuan looked around and found the private room. He saw the two of them kissing passionately and said, "Do you have to kiss now? Lu Zheng has paid the bill. Let's go."

"I just died, so I can't kiss you again." Shang Zhier stood up.

"Hey, who is that? He's not with you guys?" He Xuan said as he walked.

Yan Huai wanted to get angry when he heard Yan Xuxing, but he didn't say a word.

Shang Zhier casually said, "Maybe he left early."

"He didn't even say hello," He Xuan complained, "Will he ever be able to film Lu Zheng's scenes in the future?"

Yan Huai: "He won't have any more movies to film in the future."

He Xuan: ???

When they returned to Shang Zhier's house and just closed the door, Yan Huai hugged him tightly. When it really came to a life-and-death situation, Yan Huai realized how much he couldn't live without Shang Zhier.

Shang Zhier looked at him and said, "If one day an accident really happens, it's better not to commit suicide for love."

"Why?" Yan Huai raised his head.

Shang Zhi brushed Yan Huai's face with his fingers and said helplessly, "I can't bear to do that."

"I do." Yan Huai said.

"I know," Shang Zhier said, "but I can't bear to do it."

The two of them stood at the entrance and hugged each other for a long, long time.

Before Yan Huai could make a move, Yan Xuxing announced his retirement from the entertainment industry.

Yan Huai held the phone, not knowing what to say for a moment. Shang Zhier sighed softly, "That's it."

"You're so soft-hearted." Yan Huai said.

Shang Zhi'er replied after a long pause: "It's not that I'm soft-hearted, it's just that I understand that loving someone is really painful."

"It would be great if we were together as soon as we graduated from high school." Yan Huai turned over and sat in his arms, using a pillow to cushion his head.

Shang Zhier laughed: "Yes, we can kiss in the grove where there are no surveillance cameras in the school, we can go home hand in hand, we can eat in the cafeteria together, and we can see you every day when we open our eyes while living in the same dormitory."

"That's great." Yan Huai thought about it.

On December 1, the starring actor Moss interacted with the audience in theaters in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

On Christmas Eve, the 24th, Shang Zhier and Yan Huai walked side by side in the snow, holding hands.

Shang Zhier took out an apple from his down jacket pocket and said, "Christmas Eve, eat an apple."

Yan Huai also handed him a smaller apple and said, "Take a look."

Shang Zhier took a closer look and saw two more words on it: Zhier.

"Is this a surprise?" Shang Zhier was happy.

"Of course it does." Yan Huai said.

The two of them hadn't eaten dinner yet, so they ate spicy hot pot on the roadside. People were coming and going, and the traffic was very busy.

Shang Zhier held the apple in his hand and said, "I'm a little reluctant to eat it."

"It will spoil, don't be reluctant to give it up." Yan Huai was already crunching his teeth into the apple. "I'll give you another one next year."

"Why did you tell me in advance?" Shang Zhier couldn't help but say, "I'm really looking forward to next year's Christmas."

During the conversation between the two, some people recognized Yan Huai and asked him for autographs.

After Yan Huai took a photo, a fan secretly took a photo of them.

In the evening, fans of the CP of Shang Zhier and Yan Huai appeared on Weibo, as well as fan fiction produced overnight by fan girls.