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34, small windmill

Before that, Cheng Xi once said that his hand hurt in order to talk to Tao Shiyan.

In fact, his hands were a little sore, having signed more than two thousand names. It would be weird if they weren't sore. But they were not so sore that he couldn't write any words.

Now that Tao Shiyan said this, he was a little embarrassed. If he signed, it would prove that what he just said to Tao Shiyan was false. If he didn't sign, he would feel sorry for Brother Lu.

Fortunately, Lu Xingzhi came to his senses at this time. He picked up the album and said, "Xiao Xi, are you on the phone?"

"without."

Cheng Xi pressed his cell phone against his chest, inexplicably not wanting others to see Tao Shiyan, "I'm video chatting with a friend."

"Sorry to bother you."

"It's okay," Cheng Xi said, "Brother Lu, you go to the lounge and rest for a while. I'll find you here after I finish the work, okay?"

Of course Lu Xingzhi agreed.

Cheng Xi casually stopped a staff member and asked him to take Brother Lu to the lounge.

When the two of them walked away, Cheng Xi breathed a sigh of relief and picked up his phone again.

Fortunately, the man is still there, but he has finished smoking. He has one hand folded on his chest, his expression is indifferent, and there is no emotion on his face.

Cheng Xi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that because of the other party's bad temper, he would just hang up the video.

Cheng Xi tried to explain: "Um...Brother Lu is coming from behind and can't see clearly that we are videotaping."

Tao Shiyan: "Yeah."

Cheng Xi couldn't guess what "um" meant, so he continued to explain: "I didn't know in advance that he would come."

Tao Shiyan: "Okay."

Although the man's usual speaking style was like this, jumping out one or two words at a time, Cheng Xi had a vague feeling that he was not very happy.

...Damn, there are such difficult people in the world!

Cheng Xi was a little bald. Thinking that the makeup artist and Brother Lu were waiting for him, he discussed: "The rental period of the venue will be up soon. I will remove my makeup first and then send you a video in the evening, okay?"

"Okay," the other party agreed happily, "What time?"

The fanmeeting was so successful that Zhao Xiaotao had already planned a party. Tomorrow is a working day and everyone has to go to work, so we won't get together too late. It will probably be over at nine or ten o'clock in the evening.

Originally, he promised to pick up Brother Lu, but Brother Lu not only came back by himself, but also came to see him. Reasonably and logically, he should treat Brother Lu to a meal and catch up with old times.

Too much.

Cheng Xi answered bravely: "At one o'clock in the evening...you should be asleep."

Do you want to stay out until midnight with the "important person"?

Tao Shiyan decisively refused: "No."

Cheng Xi: "How about earlier, half past twelve?"

Tao Shiyan stopped talking.

It's really "a little" early.

In fact, Cheng Xi also feels that his "one point" is a bit too much. If he really can't find a good solution, he can only find time to post videos.

There should be some free time between the end of the celebration banquet and dinner with Brother Lu. He thought for a while: "It's around ten o'clock, maybe this time."

That part of the phone call said "Yeah", "Deal."

After a battle of wits and courage, he finally managed to fool him. After hanging up the video, Cheng Xi let out a long sigh of relief. Only when he finished cleaning up the scene and got into the car heading to the restaurant did he realize that something was wrong——

It seems like he didn’t do anything wrong?!

Sending the wrong message will not affect Tao Time Delay; someone comes to see you in the middle of the video chat, so hanging up is not normal!

There is no need for him to be afraid of people named Tao!

I’m so angry, I’m so angry, I’m so angry!

Cheng Xi angrily pulled up the collar of his sweatshirt, buried half of his face in the collar, and retracted his hands into his sleeves, leaving only a pair of black eyes outside.

Zhao Xiaotao clicked his tongue when he saw it: "Cheng'er, are you autistic again?"

Cheng Xi gave him a wonderful word "Go".

Lu Xingzhi hurried to the gymnasium as soon as he got off the plane. He didn't have time to deal with his luggage. While Cheng Xi and his colleagues went out to eat, he went home to deliver some things and chose a low-key car from the garage.

The dinner ended at about the same time as expected. Cheng Xi came out of the restaurant at half past nine. Lu Xingzhi's car had already arrived for a while and was parked on the side of the road waiting for him.

"Brother Lu," Cheng Xi said ashamedly as he got into the passenger seat, "You have been tortured by the plane for more than ten hours, and I still have to let you drive. I'm so embarrassed."

"It doesn't matter. Drinking is inevitable at a dinner party. I understand the culture of the wine table."

Lu Xingzhi joked, "I'm glad you didn't drink too much. I'm used to driving on the right side now, so please keep an eye on me."

In fact, because he had something to do next, Cheng Xi didn't drink much and only took a few symbolic sips of champagne. And he now has a shadow of wine.

The last time he was drunk, he was seduced by a certain dog, calling him "brother" and acting like a spoiled child. He couldn't bear to recall the scene. Thinking of it would easily lead to the idea of ​​violating the criminal law.

Anyway, he decided never to get drunk in the future, and if he did, he would never let anyone named Tao find out.

Cheng Xi responded, and Lu Xingzhi turned his head to look at him for a few seconds, "You've grown taller and thinner... Your ears are so red, I should turn down the air conditioner."

"...No need," Cheng Xi's voice was vague, "I just need to take off my coat."

Lu Xingzhi smiled: "I remember you had body cold when you were a child, and now you seem to be more prone to heat. When I saw you in the afternoon, your ears were also red."

"...People change. They can't stay the same forever," Cheng Xi quickly changed the subject, "I found a Japanese restaurant with a good environment and left."

At Cheng Xi's urging, Lu Xingzhi started the car. After driving for almost five minutes, Cheng Xi took a deep breath and said, "Brother Lu, I'll set up the navigation for you and then make a video call."

"Okay, you go about your business."

Tao Shiyan's avatar was floating above, and after helping Lu Xingzhi navigate, Cheng Xi sent out a video invitation.

WeChat has a feature. The other party's profile picture will be displayed on the interface waiting to be connected. Lu Xingzhi accidentally glanced at it and thought that the screen of Cheng Xi's phone was black. Then he realized that the other party's profile picture was pure black.

As for this avatar, he had already seen it once in the afternoon, when Xiao Xi was on video chat with him.

Lu Xingzhi was not the type to gossip, and he couldn't help but wonder at this moment: "Do you have to report to him every day for everything you do? He is your manager?"

Report?

Cheng Xi choked and was about to explain when a familiar voice came from the other end of the earphone: "Hello."

"It's me." Cheng Xi's ears went numb.

"Well, I heard it," Tao Shiyan asked, "Are you on your way home?"

Thinking of what Lu Xingzhi said about "reporting," Cheng Xi couldn't help but hum, "You don't care where I am... I don't know what you did, so why should I report to you."

The child spoke energetically, but his voice was very low. It didn't sound like he was angry, but rather he felt a little annoyed.

Tao Shiyan couldn't help but chuckle.

"I met with Director Lin at a teahouse this morning to discuss the script. I have been in the studio from afternoon to evening. Now I have just come out of the studio and am ready to go home."

After a pause, Tao Shiyan added, "If you want to know what I eat, I can ask the nutritionist to send you recipes. If you want to know my schedule, Jin Kun has a notice sheet, and I will ask him to give it to you.

Send a report."

"..."

Who cares about reporting? What does it have to do with him?

Cheng Xi rubbed his ears: "I'm on my way to have a midnight snack."

"Supper?" Tao Shiyan frowned, "Myself."

"Brother Lu, you should have met in the afternoon."

Brother Lu...sure enough, he had a heart-to-heart talk with a "very important person" in the middle of the night.

Tao Shiyan's face darkened and his tone was as usual: "Be careful not to be photographed."

"No, I have discretion."

"Then don't talk anymore, just go ahead."

"Okay," Cheng Xi breathed a sigh of relief, "Bye."

Tao Shiyan didn't hang up the phone, "Please give me something less. What's your name?"

Lu Xingzhi was right next to him. Cheng Xi didn't want to argue with Tao anymore, "Bye, Brother Yan."

"No, that's not it."

"...Bye, brother."

Tao Shiyan was finally satisfied: "Well, I'm done."

Since the last time he called him "brother" dozens of times on the terrace, Cheng Xi's cheek has undergone the ultimate evolution and he doesn't feel too embarrassed.

Lu Xingzhi glanced at him with an incomprehensible expression.

The Japanese restaurant Cheng Xi chose was in the development zone. He knew the owner and could enter the restaurant through the back door, so he really wasn't photographed.

They briefly chatted about their current situation. Cheng Xi's life was very monotonous. Practice, work, practice, work, singing and dancing filled his life.

Lu Xingzhi is a top student in the traditional sense, and his tutor is very satisfied with his coursework. This time he was able to return to China to join a group practice with a well-known director, which is the result of the joint promotion of his tutor and the Lu family.

During the dinner, Lu Xingzhi said that the director he was working with was named Lin.

The man named Tao seems to have met a director Lin, and it seems that there is a shortcut to success - changing his last name to "Lin".

The time to go home was a little earlier than expected. After washing up, Cheng Xi fell asleep at around one o'clock in the morning.

And I had a dream, not a nightmare.

He dreamed of his first meeting with his little brother after a long absence.

At that time, he had just been sold into the mountains. The family who bought him was kind to him, but always asked him to call his parents. He refused to call him, and used the excuse of going out to play to escape twice when they were not paying attention.

Naturally, he was caught.

The old man in the village said: "Children in the city just have many ideas. It would be better to beat them a few more times and then lock them up for a while until they dare not run away."

Following the old man's words, Cheng Xi was thrown into the small dark room.

Because she didn't have a mother, Aunt Yuan felt sorry for him and took good care of him. She was so pampered that a single scratch of her fingernails would leave a red mark on his skin. If a piece of Lego bricks accidentally fell on the bed, he could do it even though he was separated by three layers of quilts.

Feel it.

How could the pampered young master endure the harsh environment of the small dark room? From then on, he always had mosquito bites on his body, and his waist and buttocks were often bruised and bruised by the hard bed. The most important thing was that there was no one around.

With him, the only channel that can communicate with the outside world is a window as big as a bowl on the wall.

On sunny days, he sat under the window to bask in the sun; on rainy days, he also sat under the window, feeling the cold feeling of the rain hitting his body.

——The feeling that allows him to confirm that he is still alive.

The adults in the village told the children to ignore him, so he couldn't say a word for a long time. Until one day, he saw a young man who was much older and taller than him passing by the window.

The boy was dressed very cleanly, his back was straight when he walked, and he could even smell the fresh scent of soap in the wind. Children of that age had no concept of beauty or ugliness, but he knew clearly that the boy was good-looking.

So when the boy walked forward without hesitation and saw that he was about to hit a tree, he couldn't help but remind him: "There is a tree in front of you. If you hit your head, it will hurt."

The boy's back stiffened and he pretended not to hear what he said.

The result is naturally "duang~"

The second time the boy remembered the location of the tree, but it had rained the night before and there were puddles every few steps.

Cheng Xi reminded: "Take bigger steps and jump!"

The young man hesitated for a moment, but still did not listen to his words. He only heard a "crash--" and the young man's shoes immediately became soaked.

The third time it was a sunny day with a cloudless sky. The boy paused for a moment in front of his window and asked hesitantly: "Can I keep walking?"

Cheng Xi had just been beaten and his voice was hoarse: "I don't care whether you continue or not."

The young man was stunned for a few seconds, then turned around and tentatively walked in his direction. When he walked to the window, Cheng Xi found that the young man's eyes were covered with a thick layer of gauze.

No wonder he bumped into trees and stepped in puddles. It turned out that he couldn't see.

After groping for a long time on the wall, the boy finally found the small window and whispered: "Are you here?"

Cheng Xi's nasal voice was thick: "Not here."

"I heard it."

"I said I'm not here," Cheng Xi said, "I'm not here, I'm not here, I'm not here, I don't want to be here!"

Shocked by his fierce attitude, the young man remained silent for a few minutes before making his next move.

He reached into the window, and the white shirt formed a ridiculous contrast with the dark wall. He first touched Cheng Xi's little hand, and the crumpled paper pinwheel in his hand.

"what's your name?"

Cheng Xi said nothing.

"Then I'll call you Little Windmill."

Cheng Xi still didn't speak.

The young man's hand continued to move up, and finally stopped on the soft and tender cheek. He pulled the cuff and gently wiped the remaining tears on Cheng Xi's face.

The scent of soap mixed with an unknown aroma came from his white shirt and touched the tip of Cheng Xi's nose, engraved in the deepest memory.

"Don't cry," the boy whispered, "I will come to see you every day from now on, okay... little windmill."


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