The autumn rain is lingering, can I hug you?
"I have two sets of parents, really." Cheng Sizhou told Wen Zichuan the whole story of Jiang Anyi in a calm tone. "My parents know I'm gay now, but my master and his wife don't. After Anyi left, they were very sad. Only by treating me like a half-son did they feel any comfort. I couldn't bear to let them be heartbroken again."
Wen Zichuan felt that he had not known him for long and did not really understand how he got along with his two sets of parents.
But Cheng Sizhou doesn't look happy. He doesn't dare to go to the hospital for fear of being scolded or quarreling. He always talks nonsense and complains about his father's unkindness. However, in his heart he cares about his parents very much, so much so that he restrains his own emotions and needs in order to take care of their emotions.
"It's okay, Brother Zhou."
"I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry."
As Cheng Sizhou spoke, he felt a little dry in his throat. He picked up the water cup on the coffee table and took a big sip before swallowing the sour feeling.
Wen Zichuan wanted to shake his hand, but stopped mid-air and retracted it. He imitated Cheng Sizhou's classic quoting style: "Even if the Queen Mother disapproved of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, didn't the Weaver Girl still come down to earth to find the Cowherd? Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo were not allowed to be together, and they both turned into butterflies."
Cheng Sizhou burst out laughing, what was going on? Then he changed his mind and thought, Zichuan is really nice, he is the one who should be comforted because his feelings are not shared, but he is the one who tries to comfort himself instead.
"Zichuan."
"Um?"
"Do you hate me?"
"How is that possible? I know you have your reasons. Besides, didn't I sign up for that voice actor idol project at Second Voice? I have to remain single for five years and I can't ruin the perfect image in the eyes of my fans."
"How can you tell your fans something you can't even tell your parents?"
"That's right, the second one is just too simple. Just eat the radish and worry about it."
Cheng Sizhou couldn't be a coward anymore. He wanted to love him, but he didn't dare to love him. But if he pushed him away, maybe they would just pass each other in some time and space, and he would never meet him again in this life.
"Zichuan," he held his injured hand and carefully half-knelt in front of Wen Zichuan, kneeling on one knee with a sense of ritual, "Can I... hug you?"
Wen Zichuan helped him up and gave him a warm hug: "Of course."
At that moment, all the cracks in the leaky house in Cheng Sizhou's heart were finally blocked. He felt warm all over, like a spring pond filled with water, which made the flowers all over the mountains bloom.
"Zichuan, can we give each other some time?"
"Is it to allow both families to understand us better?"
"Well, you know, I'm almost thirty, and I've never had any thoughts of just playing around. The future is just like you said. If it can be you, I hope it's you next year, the year after, and even when I'm seventy or eighty."
"Okay, you teach slowly and I will learn slowly."
"I'll try to help you out first. I'll take you to my master's house before the New Year. The sweet and sour spare ribs made by my master's wife are delicious. I guarantee you'll like them."
"Hey, actually my personality is that I'm a foodie."
"That's good to know."
The climate this year is humid, and even in September, there are still more rains than sunny days.
The casting of "Xiao Chongshan" went smoothly overall, except for the incident of "inviting An Jie to come and see them embarrass themselves" that day, which bothered Chen Yilan for a long time.
She really couldn't understand why voice actors couldn't even grasp the role well, so what was the point of working on character creation, topics, and traffic all day long?
The atmosphere in the conference room was depressing. After listening to the quarrel between Huang Yun and Chen Yilan, President Jin's face became gloomier than the sky. Naturally, he took his anger out on the fact that the personalities of several artists had no selling points at all.
"At least Xiao Guo's food is his own cooking. Xiao Shen, are those cats and dogs you posted your own? Didn't you see the fans commenting that they all look like internet photos? And Teacher Wen, you only post meaningless pictures of sunny, rainy, and cold weather! You might as well let your fans check the weather forecast!"
Well, failed.
In order to appease his boss, Huang Yun immediately showed a live broadcast schedule, which was divided into several types, such as single-person live broadcast, two-person live broadcast, and three-person live broadcast. He said that "Xiao Chongshan" was still casting and the show would not be aired for a while, so he asked them to show their faces more often, and if they had talents, they could show their talents, and if they didn't have talents, they could just chat with fans.
"Have they synchronized their platform accounts with the company?" asked Mr. Jin.
"It has been submitted and is under the unified management of the Art Management Department." Huang Yun replied.
"Give them some topics to talk about. I won't do anything else, but I can always hype up their relationship, right?"
"Pitching couples?" Huang Yun was furious. He thought, "You recruited three male artists at once, how can you pitch couples? Randomly pick two to play loving couples, and the other one to be jealous and dramatic?"
It’s not easy for fans to give them real money, so can we give them something good to eat?
Wen Zichuan didn't care about these things at all. Teacher An didn't say it clearly during the audition that day, but Chen Yilan's attitude was very straightforward afterwards. The three of them were indeed not up to the task.
Instead of spending time and energy on creating a personal image, it is better to learn and practice more. Once your level is improved, fans and traffic will come naturally.
His platform account is currently accessible to both himself and the company. Su Zhuo suggested that he post some selfies occasionally. His nice voice and good looks make him a very popular person.
Wen Zichuan returned home early as he had nothing to do in the afternoon. He was bored and scrolling through Weibo. The die-hard fan named "Zi Yue" was still active in the super topic, promoting his works to everyone who came to visit, and blowing all kinds of rainbow farts at the same time.
He was very grateful to him that in the internet world where people come and go and change sides, "Zi Yue" could still like him for so long.
“Boom—”
Just when I was about to click on Ziyue's homepage to take a look, the sky, which had been holding back for the whole afternoon, suddenly sneezed. The sky changed in an instant. The raindrops hit the glass with a clanging sound, and the clothes hanging on the balcony were like a group of demons dancing wildly.
Wen Zichuan put down his phone and hurriedly gathered his clothes, throwing them all onto the bed without even having time to sort out which pieces belonged to which. He glanced at the time again and saw that Cheng Sizhou was almost off work. It was only a few steps away, so he'd probably be getting drenched in the rain.
When he walked out of the apartment building, he opened his umbrella. The fishy smell of soil activated by the sudden rain went straight into his nose. He took a few deep breaths, trying to get rid of the inexplicable tension, then took a step and walked into the rain.
“Beep beep.”
“Beep-beep-beep-beep”
The road is slippery on rainy days, and passing vehicles honk their horns and carefully avoid pedestrians.
The nearby schools were also out of session. Those who came to pick up their children wore raincoats and held umbrellas. The children who had no one to pick them up used their schoolbags to shield their heads and ran all the way home. The water they stepped on splashed on the green belts and the street lights that had just been turned on on the roadside.
Wen Zichuan walked to the entrance of the alley. Across the street was the corner gate behind the Lantern Festival.
People who were getting off work at the Lantern Festival walked out of the corner gate in twos and threes. Regardless of whether they were men or women, they were all handsome and gentle, and looked very scholarly.
He waited for a while by the flower bed outside the door, but didn't see anyone, so he took out his cell phone and sent a message.
The rain is getting heavier.
Cheng Sizhou's cell phone was tucked into his trouser pocket, so he didn't hear the sound. He took off his coat, held it above Xu Yang's head, and protected her as she walked out.
"The rain is too heavy! Senior brother, please cover yourself!" Xu Yang saw that he was soaked all over.
"It's okay, just for a moment," Cheng Sizhou asked, "What did you want to tell me just now?"
"In that batch of old materials, I found Gu Yanxun's notebook."
"Gu Yanxun left behind?"
"Yes, I showed it to Sister Yang specifically, but she said it was useless and told me to sell it for scrap."
"Has it been sold? Can you show it to me?"
"It's hard to get, but there are only seven or eight pages with words on them. I took a picture of them and will send them to you later."
"Okay, thank you."
When Wen Zichuan saw them, Cheng Sizhou was sending Xu Yang to the bus stop. He held an umbrella over his head to block the cascading rain outside him.
"Brother Zhou, I'm here to pick you up."
Cheng Sizhou was nervous for a moment, his tongue tied. "Oh, then, let's go, go home."
Xu Yang remembered Wen Zichuan. It was him who Senior Brother Cheng skipped work and took him to visit the exhibition hall last time.
Meeting once is a coincidence, but meeting twice is not.
She looked over and said "Oh" meaningfully: "So handsome, your type."
The crowd around them was so dense that Cheng Sizhou's heart was pounding. "Don't talk nonsense! Be careful or I'll tell Brother Yu about you!"
Xu Yang smiled. She was happy for Cheng Sizhou from the bottom of her heart. Being able to live with the person she loved, to be together day and night, and to share joys and sorrows with him, was something she had never dared to dream of.
After seeing Xu Yang off, Wen Zichuan and Cheng Sizhou held an umbrella together and walked through the alley back to Yangliu'an.
When going upstairs, Cheng Sizhou walked behind and found that Wen Zichuan's trouser legs were all wet, with dark water stains extending above his knees. He didn't know how long he had been waiting foolishly in the rain.
"Why did you think of picking me up? It's only a few minutes away, I can just run a few steps and be back."
"I don't want you to get wet in the rain. I don't have anything else to do anyway."
Perhaps because the corridor was narrow, Wen Zichuan's tone seemed a little light, especially that special ending tone, which tickled Cheng Sizhou's heart.
"Today... it's raining so hard, do you feel uncomfortable?" Cheng Sizhou asked.
Wen Zichuan took the key to open the door, and after entering the room, he turned around and said with a smile: "Seeing you makes me feel less uncomfortable."
Cheng Sizhou touched his nose shyly and asked, "What kind of little prince of sweet talk is Teacher Wen? He keeps saying one thing after another. How much self-control does it take to resist liking him?"
As soon as he got home, Wen Zichuan pushed him into the bathroom and told him to take a shower quickly and not catch a cold again.
When Cheng Sizhou finished washing and wiping himself, he realized that he had forgotten to bring clean clothes. Although Zichuan was outside, he felt embarrassed to ask him to get them, right?
As a last resort, he put on his half-wet underwear and went to the balcony barefoot to look for it, but it was not there. He had to go back to his room and get a clean pair to change into.
Wen Zichuan was sitting in the living room, his eyes following the slender and tall man back and forth twice, and he swallowed unconsciously.
Unexpectedly, Master Cheng walked around in a big circle and finally stopped in front of him: "Take off your pants."
"Ah...? Oh." Wen Zichuan's pants weren't waterproof, and the lower half of them were soaked and stuck to his legs. He tried to hide his discomfort and said, "I'm going to take a shower and change into something clean."
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