Chapter 19
Shang Zhier finished washing up and started making breakfast: "What do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat oatmeal with milk!" Doudou turned back from the sofa.
Guoguo stared at the projector: "I want to eat a sandwich."
Shang Zhier sighed and took out a frying pan to fry eggs. Yan Huai walked into the kitchen and said, "Where are we going to take them to play later? It's so boring at home. The kids don't find it interesting."
"We'll probably be photographed." Shang Zhier cracked the eggshell.
Yan Huai opened the cereal and poured it into the bowl. "It's okay, I'll tell you after I take the picture."
Shang Zhier made several sandwiches. When he looked up, he saw Yan Huai with his eyelashes drooping, concentrating on washing dishes. He glanced at the living room and quickly kissed Yan Huai on the face.
"Don't make a fuss." Yan Huai smiled, "It would be bad if the children saw it."
After breakfast, Shang Zhier and Yan Huai took their two children to a nearby amusement park. They tried everything: the carousel, bumper cars, the goldfish scoop, the Ferris wheel—they tried everything.
Only when he was on the Ferris wheel did Yan Huai dare to take off his mask and look up at the ground from above. Sometimes he thought about not being an actor anymore and living a normal life as an ordinary person. No one would secretly photograph him, follow him, or criticize or curse him.
I still remember that six years ago, he encountered the lowest point in his acting career, which was almost like being banned.
"What do you want to eat later?" Shang Zhier pulled him out of his memories.
Yan Huai came back to his senses: "What do Guoguo and Doudou want to eat? Hamburgers?"
"eat!"
After returning from the playground, both children were already fast asleep. Shang Zhier and Yan Huai each held one and gently placed them on the bed. They were also exhausted and fell asleep on the bed.
After two days of taking care of the children, Shang Zhier's parents finally arrived to pick them up. Doudou and Guoguo threw themselves into their arms, calling out "Grandpa and Grandma." Inside the car, Doudou was holding an autographed photo. Shang's mother asked, "Doudou, who is this?"
"Big star! We saw him at my uncle's house." Doudou was eating dried sweet potatoes.
Shang's mother took the photo and looked at it. He was quite handsome. She glanced at Shang's father in the passenger seat and said, "Old Shang, our son may have a girlfriend."
"What little girl can stand his bad temper?" Shang's father wondered. "He never goes out, just playing games and watching anime."
He took the photo and was dumbfounded. It wasn't a girl but a boy...
Shang Zhier didn't know that he had come out. There were children at home these two days, so he didn't dare to kiss or hug them. At this moment, he was holding Yan Huai's face and kissing him until he was confused.
The phone in his pocket rang. Yan Huai patted Shang Zhier on the shoulder and took out his phone to answer it: "Hello?"
"Yan Huai, you're going to die!" Ye Xiaoming roared on the other end of the phone, "Who are you with in the photo? You're holding a child! The paparazzi have taken pictures of you. Can you be more careful? They're asking for money. Do you know what the headline says? You're secretly married and have a child!"
Shang Zhier lay on Yan Huai's collarbone and was about to speak when Yan Huai made a hushing gesture.
"How could it be my child? It's my friend's brother's child. I'm helping take care of him for two days." Yan Huai explained, "How much does it cost?"
"Seven figures!" Ye Xiaoming roared. "Fuck, millions for just a few photos!"
Yan Huai said, "Brother Ye, calm down. Take the money from my account and I'll give it to you. Don't get yourself hurt by getting angry."
"No need, the company can afford it." Ye Xiaoming snorted coldly, "Come back tonight and prepare to join the team."
Shang Zhier's face darkened instantly. Yan Huai pinched his face and said, "Tomorrow is okay? I'll be at the company at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. You have to let me pack my luggage."
"Okay." Ye Xiaoming agreed reluctantly.
After hanging up the phone, Shang Zhier's expression improved, but he still looked heartbroken. This sweet and passionate love period would be over in just two days.
"Wait until I finish filming, okay?" Yan Huai asked.
Shang Zhier lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Don't go."
He now wished he could stick to Yan Huai for 25 out of 24 hours a day. They were in the midst of a passionate love affair, and he was extremely reluctant to let them separate.
"I have to earn money to support my family." Yan Huai straightened his collar.
"I have money, don't go." Shang Zhi was heartbroken for the twenty-second time.
"Be good," Yan Huai patted his back, "Didn't you say before that you should be professional?"
Shang Zhi was heartbroken twenty-three times. He really shot himself in the foot. If he had known earlier, he would not have said such words.
Yan Huai pulled out his trump card and coaxed: "Tonight, twice."
Shang Zhier immediately looked up, his eyes shining, bent down, carried Yan Huai and went into the bedroom.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Shang Zhier reluctantly saw Yan Huai off, his eyes glued to him. Yan Huai asked him to just send him to the elevator and he would take the elevator down alone.
"Joining the crew in the afternoon, right?" Yan Huai closed the car door.
Ye Xiaoming nodded and started the car. "When did you buy a house here? I've never seen you live here."
Because this is not my house at all, Yan Huai smiled, "My parents' house."
He reached into his bag, but the script and sunglasses were gone.
"Wait, drive back. I forgot my script and sunglasses at home." Yan Huai hurriedly called for a stop.
Ye Xiaoming held his forehead and said, "You've lost things. Go and come back quickly."
Yan Huai got out of the car and went straight to Shang Zhier's house.
He entered the password and searched the living room and guest room, but couldn't find it, so he turned the key to the master bedroom door.
What caught his eye was Shang Zhier, with his back to him, holding something in his right hand, sniffing it with fascination. Hearing the noise, he hurriedly turned around and hid the clothes in his hand behind his back.
"Why did you come back suddenly?" Shang Zhier blushed and looked flustered.
Yan Huai picked up the script and sunglasses on the bedside table and saw the silk pajamas he had changed out of last night in Shang Zhier's hand.
Does it smell so good?
"You continue." Yan Huai raised his eyebrows and closed the door considerately.
Shang Zhier chased after him in a panic, "It's not like that, I..."
However, Yan Huai had already escaped in the elevator and got away.
Shang Zhier leaned against the door, the tips of his ears were red, but his hands covered his head with his pajamas like a bridal veil.
After going to the company, Ye Xiaoming drove Yan Huai to the crew. He turned around and said to Yuan Meng, "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him get photographed too often."
Yuan Meng nodded and packed Yan Huai's makeup bag.
"Tell me honestly, are you in love?" Ye Xiaoming found it really strange. Ever since the filming of Moss was finished, Yan Huai seemed to have lost his soul every day. He was a little worried that he had fallen in love, and now he was photographed on the street with a man.
Ye Xiaoming continued, "We're not forbidding you from dating, but you have to tell us. We need to know what kind of person you are. If you break up and a shocking revelation is revealed, will it be too late to regret it? Do you still want to be like we were six years ago?"
Hearing about six years ago, Yan Huai's face instantly fell, and he said coldly: "I know."
"I'm also thinking about your future career. You're so worried that your hair has turned gray every day," Ye Xiaoming realized that he had said the wrong thing and tried to gain sympathy. "Go to the crew and film well."
Yan Huai's expression eased slightly, he nodded and got out of the car.
Yuan Meng followed him with her bag on her back.
Ye Xiaoming sighed, walked towards the hotel and put down Yan Huai's luggage.
This time, he joined the crew of the previous Shangzhi 20th Selection. He had a tragic life, a hostage, enduring humiliation in an enemy kingdom for seven years. He gathered his forces to seize power, his brutal rule leaving the people in dire straits. The hostage had intended to unite the two kingdoms, but his former father, the Emperor, and his former mother, the Empress, had already considered him a disgrace. Betrayed by those closest to him, the hostage found himself alone outside the city walls, with archers behind him and a million enemy troops before him. The very troops who once called him a prince attacked him, ultimately slain by a thousand arrows.
Yan Huai sighed, wondering why Shang Zhier always chose such tragic scripts for him.
"My father said I was a useful person and sent me to the enemy country. Mother, do you know how much inhuman torture I have suffered? I am not even as good as the servants in the palace, and anyone can teach me a lesson. Why didn't you take me home? Now, I am a useless person, and you want to abandon me again." Yan Huai was reciting the lines when someone patted his shoulder.
He turned around and saw Gu Shu. She worked in the same company as Yan Huai and was considered the top female employee there, slightly younger than Yan Huai.
"Gu Shu." Yan Huai smiled, "I'm filming with you this time."
Gu Shu reached out and tucked the hair by her ears, her eyes curved: "I need to learn more from Brother Yan."
Without waiting for a reply, Yuan Meng told them to go to the dressing room to put on makeup and take a set of makeup photos. Yan Huai stood up and walked towards the dressing room, staring at Gu Shu's back. They were not familiar with each other. Although they were both the top men and women in the company, they had very little personal connection. If his sixth sense was correct, he thought Gu Shu disliked him. Although he didn't know where he had offended her, as for resources, they were not the same gender or age. What resources could they compete for?
Yan Huai was puzzled and closed his eyes, allowing the makeup artist to fill in the color on his face.
Without Yan Huai at home, Shang Zhier felt a little lonely. He tapped on the keyboard and sent a message to Yan Huai.
--Miss you.
--Little Bear Wipes Tears.jpg
Yan Huai must have been busy and didn't reply, so Shang Zhier continued to send the message word by word. Soon the screen was full of thoughts of you and crying. Late at night, his eyelids were fighting each other and he felt drowsy.
The phone on the table kept vibrating. Yuan Meng reminded Yan Huai: "The phone keeps ringing."
Yan Huai was putting on the last bit of makeup. He guessed it must be Shang Zhierfa's and said softly, "It's okay, I'll be back later."
After finishing work, he opened his phone in the car and clicked on WeChat, and saw the screen full of "Missing You" and "Little Bear Wiping Tears". For a moment, his heart softened, and his physical fatigue was also reduced because of these.
After closing the hotel door, I made a video call to Shang Zhier.
After about thirty seconds, Shang Zhier answered the call.
"Are you off work?" Shang Zhier buried his chin in his sweater, revealing a pair of eyes.
"Yeah, I just finished work." Yan Huai could hear the sleepiness in his tone, "Touch your head if you're sleepy, and go to sleep."
Shang Zhier shook his head: "Don't sleep, what time will you go to the crew tomorrow?"
"Eleven o'clock." Yan Huai took off his sweater, took his cell phone and went into the bathroom to wash his face and remove makeup.
Shang Zhier stared at him in the camera and said, "Kiss."
Yan Huai kissed Muma in front of the camera, took some makeup remover oil into his hands and rubbed it on his face.
"One more kiss."
Yan Huai called out "muma" again.
"One more kiss."
Yan Huai was amused. "Are you done yet? I'm taking off my makeup. This is the last one, muma!"
He rinsed his face with water, took off his shirt, and placed his phone flat on the sink.
"I can't see anyone and my phone fell over." Shang Zhier said.
Yan Huai took off his pants and said with a smile: "I'm taking a shower, do you want to watch?"
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