Chapter 1
As night falls, the lights come on.
Snowflakes were falling from the sky in City B. Shang Zhieryi, wearing a black coat, opened the car door and sat in the back seat.
The driver started the car and drove on the highway.
The car was very warm with the air conditioner on. Shang Zhier frowned slightly and stared at the snowflakes flying outside the window in a daze.
He and Yan Huai.
It turns out that we haven’t seen each other for ten years.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at a private restaurant. Shang Zhier got out of the car and wrapped the scarf around his neck tightly. The driver handed him an umbrella, but he shook his head and refused, then walked into the restaurant.
He found the box, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.
A group of people in the box looked towards the door. He and Yan Huai, who was sitting on a chair, met eyes. Yan Huai stared at him with his peach blossom eyes. He had curly hair, and his brown hair seemed very soft, but he didn't know what it felt like to touch.
Yan Huai has matured. Shang Zhier has occasionally seen his posters over the years. After all, he is so popular that he can't avoid him. However, seeing him with his own eyes still seems a little unreal.
"Zhi Er is here," Lu Zheng greeted. "Yan Huai, He Xuan, this is the screenwriter of the film, Shang Zhi Er, who also wrote the script for Moss. You should call him Teacher Shang."
The two stood up and bowed: "Teacher Shang."
Looking at Yan Huai's distant and unfamiliar attitude, Shang Zhier felt a little worried. He wondered if Yan Huai recognized him and if he still remembered him.
Lu Zheng poured whiskey into a glass, pushed it to Shang Zhier, and introduced him: "The male lead, Moss, seems to fit the image quite well, doesn't he? The guy next to him with the spiky hair is called He Xuan, and he plays the other lead."
Shang Zhier nodded absentmindedly, took off his coat, and sat in the empty seat next to Yan Huai.
Lu Zheng and several assistant directors continued to discuss the script and the start date of filming. Shang Zhier took a sip of red wine, picked up a boiled shrimp with chopsticks, and poked it gently in the bowl.
The chopsticks and the bowl made a noise. Yan Huai caught a glimpse of it and said, "Teacher Shang, can I help you peel it?"
Shang Zhier pushed the bowl over and said, "Thank you."
Yan Huai put on disposable gloves and peeled the shrimps quickly and cleanly. Soon, ten shrimps were neatly arranged in Shang Zhi's twenty-minute bowl.
Shang Zhier chewed the shrimp meat slowly, glancing at the people around him from time to time to see what they were eating.
Yan Huai threw away his gloves, wiped his hands with a wet wipe, and picked up some spicy stir-fried beef.
Seeing him picking up the spicy fried beef, Shang Zhier also picked up a piece with chopsticks and ate it silently. The spicy and pungent taste went straight into his mouth, but he drank some wine without changing his expression.
Yan Huai didn't notice it at first, until he picked up a piece of yam and Shang Zhier picked up a piece. He ate salmon and Shang Zhier also ate salmon. After realizing it, Yan Huai drank some chicken soup and stopped eating.
He Xuan stared at the two people's natural movements at the dining table, a little surprised.
"The filming will start on November 10th, it's settled." Lu Zheng drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
A group of people ended their dinner in a noisy manner and were about to go to KTV to drink. Shang Zhier waved his hand and said he wanted to go back.
"Okay, be careful on the road."
Yan Huai passed by him, and he couldn't help but reach out and grab his wrist. Yan Huai turned around and stared at him in surprise, raising his eyebrows.
"Lu Zheng, I didn't drive and asked Yan Huai to give me a ride." Shang Zhier said.
Lu Zheng was drunk and disoriented. He nodded and let the man go.
A group of people got into their respective cars and left.
Yan Huai exhaled a puff of white mist from his mouth, "Let's go, the car is in front."
He walked in front, and Shang Zhier walked behind him, following his shadow, but he walked too fast, and Shang Zhier soon had no more games to play.
"Yan Huai," Shang Zhier said, "You really don't remember me?"
He paused, then adjusted himself and smiled softly, "Remember, we are classmates."
Yan Huai added a playful tone to the word "classmate." They were high school classmates, and he remembered Shang Zhier sitting in the back seat, often peeking at him. This made him wonder if Shang Zhier was afraid of him, or just curious about him.
The agent, who was standing nearby with his bag on his back, was terrified when he heard this. When did Yan Huai get these connections?
With others around, Shang Zhier didn't say anything more, and simply said, "Just remember it."
In the back seat of the car, Shang Zhier took off his glasses and wiped the white mist off them.
"After all these years, you still like this kind of flat-frame glasses?" Yan Huai looked at the black narrow-frame glasses in his hand curiously.
Shang Zhier nodded, "I'm used to it."
Yan Huai noticed that his hands were trembling slightly, and felt helpless. Was he that nervous? Was he afraid of himself like this? Obviously, High School Shang Zhier always stared at him with an innocent look.
"The script is very well written." Yan Huai said, "Why did you choose to write about homosexuality?"
Shang Zhier's throat tightened: "Just write if you want to."
"Because art films are easier to win awards?" Yan Huai asked.
Shang Zhier didn't answer and put his glasses back on, but he couldn't help but glance at Yan Huai out of the corner of his eye.
The car stopped at the entrance of the residential complex, and Shang Zhier opened the door and got out. As the door closed, his agent Ye Xiaoming could no longer suppress his curiosity: "When did you meet him? I haven't heard you say that!"
"We're high school classmates, but we're not familiar with each other." Yan Huai closed the car window.
"Holy crap, this is Shang Zhi Er!" Ye Xiaoming excitedly said, "Haven't you heard of the law of the entertainment industry? Any script written by him becomes a hit, and this time there are two male leads. Yan Huai, prepare to clean up and get promoted."
Yan Huai didn't say anything, holding the script in his hand, a little confused.
Why did Shang Zhier write this script? And why did he choose to write such a tragic story and ending? Could someone who seems so innocent and boring actually harbor such dark thoughts?
The phone in his pocket vibrated a few times. He took it out and saw that it was Shang Zhier who had added him on WeChat. Yan Huai laughed. Outsiders thought they were close acquaintances, but in fact, they didn't even have WeChat. If it weren't for this dinner, Yan Huai would have almost forgotten who Shang Zhier was.
After all, ten years is too long.
Shang Zhier closed the door, turned on the living room light, mixed a glass of wine in the kitchen, pulled a cigarette from the pack, lit it, and took a deep drag. He collapsed on the sofa, staring intently at the friend request on the screen, waiting for it to be approved.
He was almost asleep when WeChat rang.
Shang Zhier opened his eyes, but it was a message from Tao Ning.
He reached out and clicked on the voice call.
"Shang Zhier, are you back from your date? Did Yan Huai recognize you? Doesn't he look particularly handsome now? Did you get my autograph? How's your pursuit going?"
He pressed the voice button and said lazily, "It's not a date, it's a dinner party. I recognized him...right? He's quite handsome and seems very well behaved. There's no progress."
"What do you mean by 'ba'? He didn't recognize you, did he? The progress is 0. You didn't even add him on WeChat, did you? You're such a loser!" Tao Ning complained.
Before Shang Zhier could continue answering, he received a message that Yan Huai's friend request was approved.
He immediately opened the chat box and hesitated about what to send, and finally sent a "good night".
Shang Zhier stared at Yan Huai's WeChat avatar and clicked on it curiously. Unfortunately, the Moments was only visible for three days and there was nothing there.
Yan Huai replied to him with a good night and then there was no further movement.
Shang Zhier closed his eyes with the words good night. In a trance, he saw Yan Huai wearing a white shirt, sitting on his waist, and leaning forward with red lips. He gently held her white waist, and when he was about to kiss her, he suddenly woke up, gasping for breath.
Shang Zhier checked the time on his phone. It was already two in the afternoon. He hadn't slept that long. He felt a chill in his lower body and pulled up his pants. He saw a mess.
Thinking of the erotic and alluring dream just now, Shang Zhier felt the blood rushing to his lower body again. He shook his head, walked into the bathroom and took a cold shower.
Yan Huai stopped part of the work at hand and studied the script, trying to empathize more with the protagonist's emotions. Halfway through, he threw the script on the sofa, feeling a little blocked in the heart. He was a little irritated when he thought about the two intimate scenes he would have to perform after the filming started. Worrying that he would vomit after the kiss was one thing, but he was more worried that he would not perform well and would ruin the role.
To this end, he watched twenty or thirty homosexual-themed movies within a week and tried to accept it.
The filming started on November 10th.
The crew, big and small, stood in front of the stage for a group photo, holding a banner, while four or five cameras recorded behind-the-scenes footage. After Shang Zhier finished burning incense, he searched for Yan Huai in the crowd. For the role, Yan Huai had dyed his hair black and straightened it, making him look even more docile than with curly hair. From a distance, he saw Yan Huai and He Xuan playing and joking around, and his eyes darkened. Although he knew it was for later promotional purposes, he couldn't help but notice.
The makeup teacher came over and said, "Ms. Shang, why don't you eat the cake?"
Shang Zhier shook his head: "I don't have much appetite."
The makeup artist didn't say much to him. After chatting for a few minutes, he went to chat with the crew members.
After cutting the cake, Yan Huai looked at Shang Zhier sitting in the corner, all alone, looking like a puppy on the street. He took a cake knife and cut two pieces of cake, then walked over with the paper tray.
"Try it." Yan Huai handed it to him.
"Thank you." Shang Zhier took the paper tray and ate the chocolate on it.
In order to maintain his figure, Yan Huai didn't dare to eat too much. Seeing that Shang Zhier liked chocolate, he shared all the chocolate on the cake with him.
"This is our first scene today, come on." Shang Zhier chewed on a chocolate bar.
Speaking of this scene, Yan Huai got angry. It was not only a kissing scene, but according to the original description, both of them wanted to swallow each other.
"Yeah." The bold description in the article made Yan Huai more certain that Shang Zhier was a reserved man.
Shang Zhier finished eating the cake and threw away the plate. Yan Huai went into the dressing room and started to put on makeup and change clothes.
When he came out of the dressing room, Yan Huai's face was dirty and had many small cuts on it, with a bit of stubbornness in his face. He was wearing ripped jeans and a cotton coat that was faded and had the lining loose.
A real rascal.
He Xuan wasn't much better off. He was wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt and jeans that were dragging on the ground. His pants and clothes were covered in mud. His hairstyle hadn't changed much and was still spiky.
Yan Huai plays Xiang Shui in Moss, while He Xuan plays Zhao Yan.
Shang Zhier stood behind the director and stared at the screen. With the start button, everything was ready.
Xiang Shui held his phone tightly in his hand. This place was too remote and he felt a little uneasy. He lowered his head and sent a message to his netizen. He had just typed halfway when a group of people rushed out from the corner.
Several thugs rushed up to him with sticks and smoke. The bald man grabbed his collar and said, "You damn homosexual! Let me see if you have any idea!"
The other people slapped him in the face, sprayed him with various sprays and pepper spray, and he struggled desperately towards the water, holding on to his pants tightly.
Zhao Yan, who was standing in the dark smoking, hesitated after seeing this scene, then picked up the wine bottle on the ground and broke the bottom of the bottle.
"Get out!" Zhao Yan said coldly.
The bald man stood up and yelled, "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Several younger brothers also stood up, leaving Xiang Shui lying on the ground wailing in pain.
"Don't be so rude to me!" Zhao Yan said. "Do you know who Zhao Sanhu is? Go find out whose territory this is!"
After saying that, Zhao Yan smashed the bottle in his hand to the ground, breaking it into pieces.
Several people were intimidated by him, and no one dared to act rashly, fearing that they would get into trouble. The bald man gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"
The thugs left the alley in a mighty procession. Zhao Yan kicked the water a few times and asked, "Hey, are you alive or dead?"
Xiang Shui lay on the ground holding his head in pain. Zhao Yan clicked his tongue and remembered what they had just talked about homosexuality. He had some bad thoughts and pinched his lips and bit them.
Xiang Shui thought it was those people just now, and bit Zhao Yan's tongue hard.
The two people were biting each other more than kissing, like two wild dogs tearing each other's flesh and blood, eager to devour it all.
The smell of blood filled the mouths of both of them. Zhao Yan, who was pinching Xiang Shui's face, loosened his grip and tilted his head to spit out the blood.
Xiang Shui closed his eyes and slapped Zhao Yan in the face. His eyes were sprayed with spray and he couldn't open them. In addition to being humiliated and kissed, tears of humiliation flowed down his face.
"Ka-ka-ka!" Lu Zheng yelled into the intercom, "What do you mean by kissing? What do you mean by biting? Can't you two do it? Don't try to kiss me in a painless way, I want the real thing! If you can't kiss me, think about your penalty for breach of contract and whether you can afford it!"
After the fifth retake, Lu Zheng got furious.
We couldn’t even finish shooting a single shot today, and I don’t know how long it will take. Every second wasted is burning money. The venue, costumes, extras, and photography all cost money.
In front of so many people, the director scolded them harshly, and both of them looked unhappy. It is already very difficult to shoot intimate scenes in front of hundreds of people. The two of them squatted in the corner with their heads down, holding the script.
Shang Zhier patted Lu Zheng and said, "Calm down. I ordered some afternoon tea. Let's take a break before filming again."
Lu Zheng waved his hand and asked him to analyze the characters of the two from the author's perspective.
The takeaway arrived quickly. The warm milk tea and desserts in the winter lightened the mood of the extras and staff. Shang Zhier took one and walked over to Yan Huai.
"Eat something." Shang Zhier opened the box.
Yan Huai was depressed. He drank a sip of milk tea and buried his head in the egg yolk pastry in the box. "Shang Zhier, I really can't act out what Xiang Shui is like."
Shang Zhier didn't reply immediately, but gave him another puff.
"Hey, why are there no puffs in my box?" He Xuan poked his head in curiously.
Shang Zhiwen:...
He handed the box to He Xuan and let him choose.
"Tell me," Yan Huai bit into the puff, "What exactly is he thinking? You are the author, you must know better."
He Xuan agreed: "Yes, Teacher Shang, please tell us."
"You two have read the complete script of Moss, right?" Shang Zhier said, "Besides the factors of their families, there is another point: homosexuality."
"I know," Yan Huai said, "but I can't act it out."
Shang Zhier said in a deep voice: "Because you are not a real homosexual."
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