The cool water drops were heated by the red cheeks, and fell one by one along Xu Yan's chin onto the shiny white ceramic surface. Xu Yan shook his head uncomfortably, probably trying to get rid of the smell that lingered on his nose, thinking that it was a smell he imagined to make him feel at ease, just to comfort himself.

He has never had a way to vent his emotions.

No wonder Cheng Xinlu is always worried about him. Even Xiao Yuan, who is always offline, is worried that he has emotional problems.

When Wei Yuan is upset, smoking is like breathing air. He only typed out half of the blank word document on the screen, and the cigarette box he just opened was empty. Cheng Xinlu is the same, with so many things to do. As soon as the black hot search comes up, she has to put on a smiling face in front of all the brand sponsors. Afterwards, her eyebrows fall, she takes her coat and says she is going out to smoke two cigarettes. Lu Jiahong is even more so. After shooting a card shell, he touches his chin and hisses calmly. The cigarette butts at his feet are getting more and more.

There must be an outlet.

Xu Yan supported the stage with both hands, looked up at the mirror in front of him, and met a pair of calm eyes. That look is very similar to Wei Yuan. Xu Yan firmly believes that Wei Yuan, played by Liang Yisheng, hates Qingshu in the later period. He hates this person for appearing cleanly and making him fall in love with him. In the end, this person leaves cleanly.

But Wei Yuan couldn't blame Qing Shu, because Qing Shu didn't know that he had done something wrong, didn't understand feelings, and didn't understand that when a person falls in love with another person, he will break his own branches. This blame that couldn't be vented could only turn into hatred.

Xu Yan wanted to speak, but in the mirror was Liang Yisheng's face, but he was thinking of Wei Yuan, and a little movie of Wei Yuan and Qing Shu kept playing in his mind. Thinking of Wei Yuan smiling when she cut his hair, he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, saying that his hair was too long and he looked like a girl. Wei Yuan pressed a cold beer can against his face, and saw that he was shaking from the cold and laughed, laughing that he looked like a little cat. Wei Yuan said he was a writer. He stared at him, not understanding what the word writer meant. Wei Yuan still laughed, laughing at his naivety.

Wei Yuan loved to laugh.

"Brother..."

Xu Yan raised his head suddenly, almost thinking that what he was thinking came out of his mouth. He raised his head and saw the two men who were hugging each other and walked over, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. I don't know which couple had discovered Xu Yan's secret at this time. The one who was hugged had a small braid and a yellow hairband, and his arm was climbing on the other shoulder, and the exposed wrist was very white. The two men reeked of alcohol, and they kissed against the door before they even entered the toilet cubicle. The braided girl called out "brother" several times before the man was willing to carry her in, and closed the door with a "bang". Xu Yan's

Adam's apple rolled again and again, and his head was dizzy from being called "brother" with every word. He missed the time when he could also exchange "brother" for Wei Yuan's kiss.

He turned to look at Liang Yisheng, and as soon as their eyes met, he was pulled into his arms. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and the hand on his lower back made his legs weak. He was wearing a pair of suit pants today, with a belt around his waist. As soon as his legs became weak, Liang Yisheng tied the belt with two fingers and lifted him up and held him in his arms again.

Finally, he was half dragged and half carried to the sink. There were still undried water stains on the sink, which were splashed by Xu Yan when he washed his face just now. His suit pants were too thin, and the water stains seeped in. His buttocks soon felt cold and wet. He supported himself on the marble surface and tried to move away, but Liang Yisheng held him down with one hand. He could only tilt his head back and kiss him.

There were two pots of flowers in the corner of the sink, real flowers.

The branches and leaves were originally stretched out, but were squeezed together by Xu Yan's back, aggrievedly, a bunch of lush forest green.

The upper body was a very thin sweatshirt, in light color. There was a silver zipper on the chest, which could be pulled down from the neck to the chest. Xu Yan always dresses like a student in private. His face is very deceptive. At first glance, most people would not guess that he is already 27 years old. He looks like a college student.

Liang Yisheng stretched out his hand to pull down the zipper, but was blocked by Xu Yan. The hand stopped and quickly moved to touch Xu Yan's lower back upwards. The sweatshirt was lifted up in a big piece, and the leaves behind him rubbed against Xu Yan's skin, which was very itchy.

While doing these things, Liang Yisheng kept kissing him. Xu Yan could clearly feel that his lips were being tortured, and the teeth were grinding as if they were going to dig deep into him.

This feeling was very torn for Xu Yan. They were not in the small house with a hole in the roof in Shoushan Village, but in a place with bright lights and bright clothes, as if Qingshu had finally followed Wei Yuan to his city, and they had loved each other without any barriers, and were kissing here.

Liang Yisheng's voice was heard dimly, his voice hidden in his throat, as if he was deliberately avoiding him. Xu Yan couldn't hear clearly, but he wanted to listen. Suddenly, he felt that the surroundings were too quiet, and only low and heavy sounds were left, which were broken by the kiss until each word was separated, but could be spelled into two words.

Qingshu.

Qingshu, Qingshu, Qingshu...

Xu Yan's body went from numb to stiff, and a shake would drop dead branches all over the ground. The hand behind his back was still hot, and every place he touched was pressed hard as if to brand him. He struggled, held down Liang Yisheng's upper arm, and then dodged his lips.

But their breaths were still entangled, and before they knew it, it was as if their lips had separated, their breaths still blended intimately. Xu Yan felt a little unlucky, so he raised his hand and wiped his lips fiercely, and called Liang Yisheng's name. It was the first time he called Liang Yisheng like this, three very upright words.

After Liang Yisheng became famous for his role as Sheng Yan, everyone suddenly realized that Liang Yisheng was actually the son of actress Song Zi. Song Zi has been a full-time housewife for more than 20 years, but even the newest newcomers have heard of this name. In Song Zi's era, artists did not have as many rules as they do now. They were careful with their words and actions and kept their mouths shut. It was common for them to argue with reporters. Song Zi was also very experienced. If you asked her a private gossip, she would argue with you for a week and would not want to pick up the microphone again.

Over time, no one dared to ask about her private affairs, so when her career was at its peak, she suddenly announced that she would retire from the entertainment industry and become a full-time housewife, which shocked the entire entertainment industry. Until Liang Yisheng was confirmed to be Song Zi's son, people always liked to ask her about Song Zi.

A talk show asked Liang Yisheng whether his name was given by his father or mother. What does it mean? Liang Yisheng probably thought it was hypocritical to explain in front of the camera how beautiful his name was and how good his parents' vision was. He said, "I don't know. Do you think Song Zi is the kind of person who would tell me such a thing?"

Many people laughed, imagining the image that Song Zi left for the public. And because Liang Yisheng always called his mother by her full name, they could almost imagine the way they interacted with each other. If Song Zi used a toy to make Liang Yisheng laugh and said, "Mom loves you so much," it would seem really incongruous.

But Xu Yan quit watching the video halfway through and looked up the meaning of the word "Yi". Yi means bright and grand; Liang Yisheng means bright and grand, and endless.

Xu Yan liked these three characters very much. He couldn't tell whether he preferred the name because he liked the person or he really thought these three characters were good

. After reading the interview, he would always repeat them in his mind for no apparent reason at some inadvertent moment - Liang Yisheng, Liang Yisheng, Liang Yisheng. After repeating them for a long time, he really felt that it was his whole life.

Xu Yan took a deep breath, and his heartbeat made his eardrums buzz. Xu Yan deeply understood that he liked Liang Yisheng as a person, and then he liked Wei Yuan. He looked at Liang Yisheng but he stubbornly pressed Wei Yuan's face on him, just because Wei Yuan truly loved Qing Shu.

He wanted to call Liang Yisheng "brother", but he had to admit that he was too obsessed to wake up from his sweet dream. When Liang Yisheng kissed him, his mind was numb. He knew that it was Wei Yuan who was kissing Qingshu, but his legs were still weak from the kiss, and he didn't even dare to breathe. He

was afraid of disturbing his beautiful dream.

This was his way of venting his emotions, and it was also his self-abuse that dragged himself into a deeper and deeper abyss.

Xu Yan once said this. At that time, he wanted Liang Yisheng to know that he was not Qingshu. He said I am Xu Yan.

Now he still wants Liang Yisheng to know that he is not Qingshu. Not Qingshu, the one who likes you is not Qingshu, not Qingshu, the one who kisses you is not Qingshu, not Qingshu, and the one who is willing to be a sparrow under your eaves is not Qingshu.

When Xu Yan spoke, he felt his voice shaking, which made him sound as if he could not control his anger, or was disturbed by sadness, but in fact, in his heart, this was tantamount to a confession, a confession of Xu Yan to Liang Yisheng. He thought that such a thing would never happen in his life, but now it happened, he was sad, desperate, but couldn't help but secretly happy and happy.

He said, "Liang Yisheng, I am not Qingshu, I am Xu Yan."

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I am so happy to write! This chapter is a little short, sorry, it's best to stop here!