Who is the older brother?
When he went back with Jin Zhou in the evening, Song Shuyang excitedly shared with him how he pretended to be a big shot with the help of Peng Fan, as well as his insights and experiences from his success, and praised Peng Fan a lot.
"Why didn't you tell me before that he was an alumnus, or even a direct senior," he said, his eyes gleaming with greed. "Do you think he still remembers the questions on our final exam after all these years? If..."
"What are you thinking about?" Jin Zhou pinched his face, "Want to cheat, Zizi?"
Song Shuyang broke free from his hand and said aggrievedly, "I just wanted him to highlight some key points for me. Our professional course teacher is very strict and rarely gives more than 90 points."
"If you want to maintain your image as a top student, work hard and don't try to cut corners."
Jin Zhou lay down with his back to him and ignored him.
Song Shuyang whispered, "Loading."
He had fallen behind in a lot of schoolwork this semester because of his relationship, and he also happened to sign up for a drama competition, which took up most of his after-school time. He was thinking about whether he could ask Peng Fan to help him with his studies.
Although Peng Fan's style of doing things is a bit strict, he is still a nice person. When he is not busy, he will say a few words to him.
The more Song Shuyang looked at him, the more he liked him. In the ranking of awesomeness in his heart, Brother Fan had quietly surpassed his sister Ying and came to third place, only behind Jin Zhou and Kesong.
Of course, the boyfriend’s first position is still unshakable.
I just don’t know why Jin Zhou has been arguing with him more and more recently, which makes him a little unhappy.
He retaliated by editing the video he took of Jin Zhou today to make him look uglier. After a long time of editing, he realized that his boyfriend's facial features were so unmatched that even if he deliberately enlarged his face to twice its size, he would still be very handsome.
"Are you operating Jin Zhou's account?" Peng Fan suddenly came over and asked.
Song Shuyang's heart skipped a beat, thinking he was about to criticize him. Unexpectedly, Peng Fan actually praised him for the first time: "I've seen this account. It's well done. The video content is very rich."
The comfort of being praised by professionals is unparalleled. His tail was lifted up to the sky again, but he had to pretend to be humble. "Haha, actually it's mainly because Jin Zhou is good-looking. I just cut it randomly."
"It's pretty good. I have a good grasp of traffic hotspots, but I lack a little systematic learning."
"Do you have any recommended courses, Brother Fan? I've been wanting to learn this lately."
Peng Fan didn't say much, searching for something on his phone, and then sent him a network disk link.
Song Shuyang recognized it as soon as he opened the link. "I remember this course was quite expensive. Are you recording this?"
"This is the original version," Peng Fan adjusted his glasses. "I'm one of the lecturers."
At this point, Song Shuyang has completely regarded Brother Fan as his idol.
On the eve of Christmas Eve, someone called Song Shuyang after a long absence.
"Xiaobai? How have you been lately?"
Xiaobai said she had found a very good job in her new city and felt good about working hard to earn money for herself, but...
Song Shuyang heard the meaning behind her pause and smiled, "Sister Ying has returned to work. The store just hired a new manager who is really awesome. He manages the entire bar in perfect order. She has nothing to do every day now."
"Well, that's good."
The two of them were silent for a moment, and Song Shuyang suddenly laughed, "When are you going to come back? We all miss you."
Xiaobai was a little confused, "I miss you too, but I don't know..."
"If you miss her, go see her," Song Shuyang said softly, "Don't hesitate so much, just do what you want to do."
A tragic love story always moves people. After hanging up the phone, Song Shuyang sighed into the phone.
Chen Xi happened to pass by holding the costume and asked him, "What's wrong, Yangyang?"
"Nothing, I just called a friend. Are all the props ready?"
"Everything is ready, you should go change your clothes and put on makeup."
Song Shuyang responded crisply, picked up his costume and ran to the dressing room.
Tonight is the final, and whether or not you can get these three credits depends on this one.
He reserved tickets for Jin Zhou, Croissant and Jiang Ying in advance. Ten minutes ago, Jin Zhou sent a message saying that he had arrived, which made Song Shuyang nervous. She was afraid that she would mess up her performance in front of her boyfriend, so she frantically memorized her lines while putting on makeup.
"What's wrong, Shuyang?" the senior, who had already put on makeup, asked with concern, "Are you nervous?"
"For one thing, this is my first time acting in front of so many people."
He squatted down and looked at Song Shuyang who was sitting in front of the makeup mirror. "Actually, you can't see the audience at all when the stage lights are on. Don't think that there are people watching you. Just treat it as a rehearsal."
"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Senior."
He had just finished styling his hair, and the senior resisted the urge to rub his head. He stood up straight and instructed the other actors who were putting on makeup, "Everyone, finish your makeup and gather at the back."
People left in twos and threes, and Song Shuyang was the slowest. Seeing that he was the only one left in the dressing room, he became very anxious.
The makeup artist said "OK", and he jumped off the chair impatiently and was about to rush out, but was stopped by the senior who just walked in.
"Slow down, there's no need to be so anxious. We're number ten, and we're only at number six now."
The makeup artist left and the senior nodded at her.
There were only two people left in the dressing room, and Song Shuyang instinctively felt something was wrong.
He had suffered before and was particularly sensitive to this kind of situation. He ran to the door and opened both doors wide, then turned around and asked the senior, "Is there anything you want to say?"
The senior was amused by his actions, "Don't be so nervous, I just want to chat with you casually."
"Just say what you want to say." Song Shuyang doesn't like to beat around the bush when talking to others.
"Okay, then I'll tell you."
He cleared his throat, his face slightly reddened. "Actually, I've noticed you since the first time you came for the audition. You're...very cute, very attractive to me. I don't know if you like boys, but if you don't say it tonight, you might not have a better chance after the competition is over."
Song Shuyang was a little embarrassed.
He wanted to say, "Senior, you really know how to choose the right time to confess."
How could he dare to refuse too directly this time? The two of them would be having a scene together on stage later. If things got too awkward, it would affect the performance, and all the efforts of so many people for several months would be wasted.
It’s even more impossible not to refuse. Who has he become and what does he think of Jin Zhou?
After thinking for a moment, Song Shuyang spoke cautiously: "Um...thank you for thinking so highly of me."
As soon as he said this, the senior knew he had no chance. He looked very disappointed. "So you don't like boys, Shu Yang?"
Song Shuyang weighed whether saying this would make him feel better, but he really didn't want to tell a lie.
Jin Zhou said that if someone confessed to him, the consequences of being rejected would be something that person would have to bear, and he should not take the responsibility on himself.
So, he composed himself and when he raised his head again, his tone had become very firm.
"I like boys, but I already have a boyfriend and I love him very much, so I can't accept your confession. I'm sorry, senior."
After saying this, he left resolutely, leaving the senior to process his emotions on his own.
After walking out of the dressing room and turning a corner, he realized that Jin Zhou had come backstage without him noticing when, and he didn't know how long he had been hiding there listening.
He thought Jin Zhou would be angry, but he wasn't.
Jin Zhou lowered his head and gently touched his lips to avoid rubbing off his lip makeup, then raised his head with a gentle light in his eyes.
"Well done, Zizi."
"Aren't you angry?"
"Why should I be angry?" Jin Zhou's expression changed as soon as he finished speaking. "No, I should be angry. It's because you are so beautiful and outstanding that everyone likes you."
Song Shuyang was amused by him, and all the annoyance in his heart was swept away.
However, Jin Zhou rubbed his earlobe and whispered, "If you dare to respond to someone who likes you, you're done for, Song Shuyang. I won't let you go."
"Stop talking nonsense, okay? It's like I'm such a philanderer."
Song Shuyang slapped his paw and said, "Okay, I have to go and meet up with the main force. I'll find you after it's over."
"Okay, I wish you all the best in advance."
Song Shuyang made a miscalculation, but his senior's state was not affected at all. On the contrary, he almost lost his concentration several times.
Standing on the stage performing a family ethics drama, next to him is the "brother" who just confessed his love for him, and sitting in the audience is the brother he is seriously dating. The combination of these three is... very subtle.
Fortunately, the merits outweighed the flaws and did not cause too serious impact on the whole play. The performance was relatively smooth. In the end, the actor won the first place with the careful costumes and props and superb acting skills. All actors received +3 final credits.
Jin Zhou brought Jiang Ying and Croissant backstage to congratulate them. Song Shuyang was so excited that she rubbed against him without even taking off her makeup, muttering, "Three points! A full three points!"
Jin Zhou laughed along with him.
He felt a pair of eyes staring at him and looked up. It was the boy who confessed to Song Shuyang before going on stage who was looking at him.
Sometimes eyes can convey a lot of information. The other person stared at him unwillingly for a while, then quickly looked away.
He also withdrew his warning look, put his arm around Song Shuyang's waist, and showed his ownership.
Song Shuyang's popularity has always been a matter of both pride and headache for him.
When I came out of the theater, it started snowing outside, which is a rare scene in Jiang City.
Song Shuyang ran wildly in the snow excitedly, with snow covering his head and body.
He suggested: "Let's go eat hot pot."
Jiang Ying still showed no interest in anything. "You guys eat, I'm going back first."
"No," Song Shuyang held her back, "Let's celebrate Christmas Eve in advance. I will definitely spend tomorrow alone with Jin Zhou, so I won't have time to accompany you."
Croissant sighed, "If only my wife were here."
This sentence hit Jiang Ying so hard that she angrily said, "Couldn't you have applied for a visa for your wife earlier? We're not getting divorced, so why do we have to live apart?"
Croissant was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly. "I want her to come, but she doesn't want her to come!"
Song Shuyang said silently: "Actually, I have always suspected that you had a quarrel with your wife and she sent you here."
Croissant became even more anxious and started swearing in French again. Song Shuyang didn't understand and pretended not to hear.
He turned around and found that Jin Zhou had been staring at a tree on the side of the road.
"What's wrong?"
Jin Zhou pointed at the tree and said, "The tree has grown legs."
Song Shuyang slapped him on the back of the head, "Are you sick? How can a tree have legs? There must be someone standing on it...eh?"
Jiang Ying walked towards the tree with red eyes.
"Bai Chuchu, stop hiding from me."
Song Shuyang and Kesong wanted to stay and watch the gossip, but Jin Zhou took them away one by one.
Croissant protested: "Why don't you let me see it!"
Song Shuyang: "I second the motion!"
"Go back to sleep," Jin Zhou threw Croissant into the car first, and then Song Shuyang opened the door, "You go back to sleep too."
Croissant: "Why should I roll!!!"
Song Shuyang chuckled, "Because Jin Zhou is my boyfriend."
Croissant cried, "No, I'm going to buy a ticket now and go back to see my wife."
After a busy whole day, Song Shuyang finally calmed down. He was held in Jin Zhou's arms and watched the snow falling heavier outside the window.
Song Shuyang asked with deep emotion, "With such heavy snow, do you think Sister Ying and Xiaobai have already been frozen into ice sculptures outside?"
Jin Zhou said: "I think if they are not mentally ill, they will find a warm place to talk slowly."
Song Shuyang laughed foolishly, laughing at his own question.
"Did you say it snowed where my mom was?"
"No, I just asked."
Song Shuyang snorted in dissatisfaction, "My mom is still your mom? What's the point of always being so attentive?"
Jin Zhou said quietly, "Our mother."
Song Shuyang didn't understand the deeper meaning of his words and was even tempted by them.
The little thing is quite good at gaining a reputation for himself.
"Jin Zhou, do you think there will be snow tomorrow morning?"
"Probably."
"Have you bought any carrots yet? You promised me a long time ago to help me build a snowman."
The snowman was never built that year. Jin Zhou had just recovered from a serious illness and was too weak to go out. Song Shuyang felt that it was boring to build a snowman alone.
Now they finally waited for heavy snow in another city.
Jin Zhou lowered his head and gently kissed the tip of his ear, "I bought it. I'll go with you tomorrow when the snow stops."
"Hey, I've always been really curious about how you suddenly grew from that to this. Do you have any special fitness techniques? I've been training with Croissant for two months and there's no effect at all."
Jin Zhou just kissed him tenderly from his ear to his neck without answering him.
Some things are better left alone, as speaking them out might break Song Shuyang's fantasy about him.
He's a lunatic, always has been.
Just because he didn't like the nanny who always forced him to wear a skirt, he deliberately threw away the food secretly, cut his arms with a knife, ran into the snow without clothes in the middle of winter, rolled around, gave himself a high fever, and created the illusion of being abused.
When he was fired, the woman pointed at his nose in horror and said, "He's lying! I didn't make him stand in the snow!"
Jin Zhou squeezed out a tear, "I didn't, Dad."
Of course Jin Jiaan would choose to believe him. Jin Zhou thought he was finally free, but he didn't expect to be thrown into someone else's house this time.
He wanted to use his usual tricks again, not eating and deliberately giving himself a fever.
But a pair of round eyes stared at him, "If you don't eat, you won't grow taller, and then I can be your brother."
Jin Zhou lifted Song Shuyang's chin and kissed him forcefully on the lips.
"Zizi, who is the older brother?"
Song Shuyang was so dazed from the kiss that he mumbled, "You, Jin Zhou."
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