Chapter 25
The picture was blurry. In the dark frame, only Yan Huai's face was clearly captured by the flash. Shang Zhier's face was covered with a baseball cap, and nothing was visible.
If there was no hug, it could be explained, but covering it with a hat made it even more obvious.
In addition, some time ago, the proposal of two male protagonists of Moss caused quite a stir.
Several fans were arguing heatedly in the comment section, and no one was willing to give in.
--Look at that person, he is half a head taller than Yan Huai, could it be He Xuan?
--I agree with the above. I suspected that they were acting out their romance when I saw the Reuters report.
--The Leopard Cat is real!
--It seems that man wears glasses, but He Xuan doesn’t wear glasses.
--You know what, that's the trend.
"Did I get into trouble?" Shang Zhier raised his chin and rested it on Yan Huai's collarbone. "I'm sorry."
Yan Huai reached out and pinched his ear, comforting him: "It's okay, it's not a big deal."
Shang Zhier kissed him, looked up and said, "I'll ask someone to remove the trending search."
Shang Zhier reached for the phone on the bedside table, but Yan Huai quickly pulled him back, saying, "Don't, wait three or four days and the trending search will go away on its own. If you remove it now, netizens won't buy it and public opinion might continue to ferment."
Shang Zhier didn't say a word and lay obediently on Yan Huai.
Yan Huai held his phone and communicated with the company, and only breathed a sigh of relief after receiving a reply.
He glanced at Shang Zhier, who was not wearing his glasses and staring at him intently, looking both guilty and sullen. Yan Huai was thankful that he had quickly covered Shang Zhier's face. Otherwise, if Shang Zhier's photo had spread across the internet, he would have suffered severe cyberbullying.
The last thing he wanted to see was Shang Zhier getting hurt.
Shang Zhier was worried about the hot search and woke up very early. He got up quietly and opened Weibo while standing on the balcony.
I thought the hot searches would die down after one night.
As a result, a paparazzi took a photo last night. At the same time, He Xuan had just finished the red carpet event and left in a car. In other words, the person wearing the hat was not He Xuan at all.
As soon as this clue came out, netizens took a spectator's attitude and carefully examined the photos, trying to find clues.
Shang Zhier stared at the trending search terms and frowned slightly.
Yan Huai turned over in bed. The phone on the bedside table kept ringing. He pressed the answer button and said drowsily, "Hello."
"Can I post something on Weibo for you?" He Xuan walked to a quiet corner amidst the constant noise, "and stir up some buzz for Moss."
"Thank you." Yan Huai sat up and rubbed his eyes.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, but no one hung up.
"It's Shang Zhier, right?" He Xuan said.
It's not a question, it's an affirmative sentence.
Yan Huai walked into the bathroom, took a face towel, and said, "Well, I'll ask you to come to the wedding."
"What?" He Xuan was surprised, shocked by their speed, "You're getting married!"
"Why are you so surprised?" Yan Huai smiled.
He Xuan muttered, "I never thought you would get married."
"You never thought I would get married," Yan Huai paused, "or did you never think I would marry Shang Zhier?"
He Xuan sighed: "I didn't expect you to marry him, and I didn't expect you to have such a flash marriage."
He Xuan said again: "Don't be impulsive, have you really thought it through?"
"Well," Yan Huai walked out of the bathroom and around to the balcony, "I've thought it through. It's the result of careful consideration. I was online a while ago and saw a post complaining about me. It said that I've been in the industry for so many years and haven't even won the Best Actor award."
Yan Huai continued, "So, I think I have to achieve one of the following: becoming an actor or marrying my beloved before I turn 30."
"What's the connection between winning the Best Actor award and getting married?" He Xuan was puzzled and expressed his incomprehension.
"It will take at least two years from the editing to the release of Moss, and there's no guarantee it will be released smoothly. I'm also unsure if I'll win the Best Actor award, as these are all unknowns. But Shang Zhi Twenty is a known fact, and it's one of the few things I can control. Over the years in the entertainment industry, I've felt so overwhelmed and powerless, and I want to rebel."
After Yan Huai finished speaking, he unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and swallowed it.
He Xuan's mouth twitched: "Your rebellious period came really late."
"Okay, I won't try to persuade you anymore. Send me an invitation for your wedding."
“OK.”
After hanging up the phone, Yan Huai stared at the sullen Shang Zhier. Knowing that he felt guilty for not handling the trending searches properly, he coaxed him gently, "You're not in the entertainment industry, so it's normal that you can't handle these things well. Just ask He Xuan to help post a Weibo."
"Yeah," Shang Zhier unwrapped the toast and spread peanut butter on it, "He also kissed you."
Yan Huai laughed out loud: "It's necessary for acting, please understand."
"All right."
"You're so jealous?" Yan Huai teased. "With so many people acting with me, wouldn't you be jealous of them all? Can you handle it all? You little jealous bastard."
Shang Zhier bit into his toast and said indignantly, "How can they be the same? He has ulterior motives towards you and is plotting something bad!"
Yan Huai's eyes curved, and as he thought of something, he said, "I wasn't jealous of you and the little fanboy before. Do you dare to say that the little fanboy doesn't have ulterior motives towards you? Isn't he plotting something bad?"
"I don't like him," Shang Zhier said, "I only like you."
Shang Zhier lowered her eyelashes innocently: "You're not jealous, it's because you don't care about me at all."
Yan Huai touched his head: "I care about you the most and love you the most."
A slight smile appeared on Shang Zhier's lips. He felt quite proud when he heard Yan Huai's straightforward declaration of love.
There was another scene to be filmed in the afternoon, so Yan Huai didn't dare to delay. After eating, he rushed to the crew.
The entrance to the crew was already blocked by media and fans, and there was a huge crowd of people.
Everyone wants to get the latest information first.
"Yan Huai, can you answer?"
"Was the man you hugged on the street last night He Xuan?"
"Are you a couple?"
"Are you guys really doing this? Is it true that the online rumors about the intimate scenes taking five days to shoot?"
"are you gay?"
These questions were like an uncontrollable tide, constantly pouring towards Yan Huai until they drowned him.
Yan Huai walked into the crew without saying a word.
Fans and media were kept out.
Yuan Meng also learned about the trending search and had a rough idea of his relationship with Shang Zhier. In all the years she'd been Yan Huai's assistant, she'd never seen him act this way for anyone.
After Yan Huai finished changing his clothes, Gu Shu sat on a chair playing with his phone. Without even looking up, he said, "You really have a bloody constitution. You're trending on the search list every other day."
"It's too popular, there's nothing I can do about it." Yan Huai replied.
At eight o'clock in the evening, all of Yan Huai's scenes were finished.
After recording his thoughts on the final shoot, Yan Huai held a bunch of pink and white peonies in his arms, which were sent by Shang Zhier in advance.
"Huaihuai, isn't the filming wrapping up tomorrow?" the station girl was surprised.
Yan Huai smiled sheepishly: "I don't have many scenes. It was the last bit. I discussed it with the director and finished filming it in one go."
"I failed to buy you flowers. Please tell us next time." The fangirl took out her camera and started taking photos crazily.
"Don't spend any money. I'm already very happy that you can come," Yan Huai smiled. "I bought some small cakes. My assistant will share them with you later. Go home and be safe."
Fans chorus: "Okay, baby, get some rest early."
Yan Huai bent down and got into the car with flowers in his arms. As the door was about to close, a fan suddenly said, "No matter what choice you make or who you are with, I support you. We love you!"
The fans at the scene shouted, we love you.
Yan Huai's eyes were filled with tears. He rolled down the car window and said, "I love you, too."
As the car drove farther and farther away, Yan Huai's eyes became completely red. It was a very happy thing to feel the love of so many people.
He took out a tissue from his bag and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a card hidden in a very small and secluded place among the peony flowers.
When the card was opened, there was writing inside.
--See you by the fountain.
Yan Huai recognized that this was Shang Zhier's handwriting. Where is the fountain pool?
He lowered his head in thought, and memories flashed through his mind.
Fountain pond, is it the fountain pond in high school?
He left his backpack in the hotel. The room was empty and Shang Zhier was not there.
Yan Huai put on his hat and mask and took a taxi to the high school campus.
When he reached the school gate, the old security guard was still there. Not wanting to alarm the crowd, Yan Huai went around to the back door, jumped onto the wall in three or two steps, and landed steadily on the ground.
Yan Huai was breathing slightly as he jogged across the playground and came to the fountain.
There was no one around, and Yan Huai was about to unlock his phone.
"Senior, long time no see."
Yan Huai was wondering if there was another junior here. When he turned around, he found Shang Zhier in a khaki trench coat.
Yan Huai curled his lips, wanting to see what he was going to do, and said in agreement, "Long time no see, junior. Have you been getting all the physics questions wrong lately?"
Shang Zhier walked up to him, a little embarrassed: "Well, physics is too difficult."
"You don't study hard, junior." Yan Huai tapped his forehead.
Shang Zhier asked, "Senior, can you teach me?"
"Can."
"Senior, can I hold your hand?"
"Can."
Shang Zhier stretched out his pinky finger to hook it around Yan Huai's finger, and walked side by side with him. He asked, "Senior, is this considered puppy love?"
"Forget it." Yan Huai looked up at the big green tree, and the leaves slowly fell on his left shoulder.
"Senior, can you date me?"
"Can."
The two walked to a remote corner where there were no surveillance cameras and no pedestrians.
Shang Zhier took out a men's ring from his pocket, knelt on one knee, and raised his head: "Yan Huai, are you willing to marry me?"
Yan Huai was obviously startled, his eyes widened. After realizing what was happening, he immediately reached out to grab the ring. "How could you be the first to propose? Let me go first."
The two of them fought over the ring box on the ground for a long time, and then the bell rang to signal the end of evening study.
Shang Zhier picked up the ring box and pulled Yan Huai out of the school gate.
A minute after they left the school, all the students inside rushed out.
The two of them squatted on the side of the road, panting. Shang Zhier didn't expect this to happen. He had planned it very well. It was supposed to be a very beautiful and romantic proposal.
At this moment, Yan Huai suddenly said, "I do."
"What did you say?" Shang Zhier was a little confused.
"Aren't you going to propose?" Yan Huai said, "I say I do!"
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