Can't fly

Chapter 36

After work was over at four in the morning, Fang Fei gave Yang Yuanyi his only room card. When he returned to the hotel, he tentatively sent him a WeChat message asking if he had slept.Yang Yuanyi didn't return, but when he got out of the elevator, he saw the other party standing in the empty corridor.

He had finished washing and was wearing Fang Fei's T-shirt and sweatpants as pajamas.Maybe he came to visit the class on a temporary basis, but Yang Yuanyi didn't bring anything with him. This attire was too different from his usual formal suit and leather shoes. Probably because the lights were dim and his hair was cut short. Fang Fei was in a daze and thought he saw ten him years ago.

"What were you doing at my age?" So he asked.

Yang Yuanyi was surprised at first, and then laughed: "When I first went abroad, I was a stunned young man. I threw away my admission certificate for business administration and went to New York to study film. My family had no living expenses, and I slept in the basement for a while. It's normal to not have enough to eat."

Fang Fei froze for a moment, feeling that this was unreasonable.

He comes from a family of performers, his father is still active in the theater, his mother is also a producer, and has invested in a large number of excellent movies. How could Yang Yuanyi want to learn to be a director and live on the street?

Seemingly seeing Fang Fei's doubts, Yang Yuanyi twirled around a lock of his hair: "My mother has always disapproved of me doing this."

Moreover, others can still use their achievements as bargaining chips to compete with conservative family members, but Yang Yuanyi couldn't do it from the beginning.

It's also about making movies. Compared with the money and word-of-mouth that Xing Xiang's company earns from investment, project establishment, and release projects every year, Yang Yuanyi's so-called "achievements" are not worth mentioning at all.

Maybe this is also the reason why Xing Xiang objected?

It was rare for Yang Yuanyi to open up the chatterbox about the family, Fang Fei wanted to ask him more but didn't give him the chance, leaned over and kissed Fang Fei, picked up his collar with ease, and ran it down his chest.

Sensing the intention, Fang Fei struggled a little: "I'm tired, I'm filming a whole day of filming today..."

Yang Yuanyi bit his Adam's apple.

The struggle then becomes so weak that it is almost negligible.

"I wanted to wait for you to wake up..." The tip of his tongue touched the sensitive bones, and his voice seemed to resonate from his chest, "A Fei is so beautiful... I can't help it, let me do it... okay?"

She was greedy for his body temperature and had already given up resisting. The words came to her ears, and she couldn't help but hug him actively.Fang Fei made a sticky nasal sound, acquiescing to Yang Yuanyi to continue, and kissed Yang Yuanyi's hair with half-closed eyes.

The white sandalwood smell of the shampoo was submerged in the ocean of continuous kisses, the bedside lamp was not turned off, and the frontal posture forced Fang Fei to open himself completely, covered his face with his arms, and was pulled away again.Yang Yuanyi likes to watch his expression changes at these times, and praises him for being sexy.I also recorded the video, but later I thought it was inappropriate, so Yang Yuanyi took the initiative to delete it.

Long time no see, even doing this thing became vicious, as if to make up for the missing skin.

The last impression before I close my eyes and fall asleep is the sky lit up in the window.

After filming the big night, we usually have a holiday for everyone to rest. Near noon, Fang Fei woke up from hunger, loss of appetite, and a little uncomfortable stomach. Frowning, he got up and found that the side was empty.

On the bedside, the note paper and pen provided by the hotel were placed together, with Yang Yuanyi's handwriting hidden.

Fang Fei took the note and read it.

"I made an appointment with Director Liu for tea, and I'll call me after I wake up to bring you lunch. PS: I'm wearing one of your clothes."

Yang Yuanyi's handwriting is quite wild, which is very inconsistent with his seemingly gentle appearance.The note was written in a hurry, and Fang Fei's head was in a daze. After a while, he understood it and thought, "Why didn't you send WeChat?"

Maybe this is the obsession of the post-80s generation.

After sending him a message according to Yang Yuanyi's words, Fang Fei stayed in bed for a while before getting up to wash up.

The crew gave them all standard rooms, because they lived for a long time, and they piled up things while sleeping on the two beds.Xiao Ai lived in another hotel by herself. She felt that the laundry room was not easy to use, so she had to help Fang Fei do the laundry at first.But the clothes she brings are mainly comfortable and cheap basic models, and they don’t need too fine care. Fang Fei thinks it is too troublesome, so she changes it to tidying up regularly.

Xiao Ai came here yesterday, and when Fang Fei walked into the bathroom, Yang Yuanyi's changed clothes were placed in a conspicuous place.He picked up the jeans with one hand, feeling a little bit wrong.

Yang Yuanyi seldom wears jeans, as they find them hard.

Why does it look like it's new?

Laughing secretly, Fang Fei realized later: Are you probably with me?Yang Yuanyi looks younger recently.

It seems that occasionally you have to care about the mood of your older lover.

Because of this little detail, Fang Fei was in a surprisingly good mood.After he finished washing while humming a song, he looked at two mud marks on his jeans—there were so many crew members and things were messy, so it was inevitable that they would get scratched.

If you don't want to help him wash it, if Yang Yuanyi is in a hurry to go back, he can wear his pants first.

Thinking of this, Fang Fei simply threw the jeans into the laundry basket first.When he pulled out the belt, he felt something in his pocket. After thinking for a moment, Fang Fei reached in and took it.

Take out a hard card, fold it in three, like a promotional page for some kind of exhibition.

Fang Fei didn't think much about it, and turned it right side up.

Musical instruments and geometric patterns are combined in a whimsical way, with a white background, green symbols, and a black Chinese "autumn appointment" in the middle. The lower right corner is written in bilingual: Vienna Star Symphony Orchestra Tour Haicheng Station.

There are three small words on the side that are not easy to find, bronzing: invitation letter.

Invitation card?

Did Yang Yuanyi just put it in his trouser pocket so casually?

It also sounds too unreliable.

The first page of the folding page is an introduction to the symphony orchestra. Fang Fei read it briefly and roughly understood: the orchestra is quite famous in Europe, especially sought after by the upper class.The performance in China this time is mainly to raise funds for poor children in Africa, and all proceeds will be donated to the foundation for charity.

The second page has the list of songs and the roster of the orchestra members. Due to the environment in which he grew up, Fang Fei was not very interested in symphony, and he was confused by the large list of German track names and lengthy foreign names.

But a short name caught his attention.

"NOAHYU".

The division is cello.

The spelling looks like Chinese, and it seems to be the only one in the orchestra.

The date of the performance on the last page was written one day later. Fang Fei was stunned when he realized this. He suddenly didn't know how to explain Yang Yuanyi's appearance. Visiting the set and watching the performance, there must be one by chance, right?

He couldn't open his mouth to ask this matter hastily, so he finally put this invitation letter in a prominent position.

In the afternoon of the same day, Yang Yuanyi packed light cross-bridge rice noodles and roast duck back to the hotel, and Fang Fei brought them to the side to eat. As expected, Yang Yuanyi asked after a while, "Have you washed your pants?"

"It's done." Fang Fei said, logically, "There is an invitation card inside, and I put it next to the bed."

Yang Yuan said shortly, "Ah."

He walked out of the bathroom, picked it up, and looked through it to make sure it wasn't damaged.

It wasn't the first time he acted in front of Yang Yuanyi, but this time only Fang Fei knew about it unilaterally.He understands that Yang Yuanyi's eyes are vicious, and he is very accurate in seeing people—for example, he can keenly know that he just broke up with him at the first meeting by chance—Fang Fei has mentally prepared for this temptation in advance.

He can completely ignore it and wait for Yang Yuanyi to speak for himself.

The anxiety from the evening before yesterday came back again, as if hinting to Fang Fei, don't wait, just ask him.

Fang Fei's tone was flat: "What is that, Teacher Yang?"

"The invitation letter sent by someone else, there will be some kind of concert tomorrow night." Yang Yuanyi fiddled with the folded leaf, unable to see if he was reading it seriously, "I just plan to come to Haicheng to see you soon, the time is right, so Bring it with you."

"Oh, so."

Fang Fei paused, but still asked, "Are you going?"

It's hard to describe the mood at this time, it seems that it should be stable, but Fang Fei is even more nervous.He seems to have been sucked into a whirlpool, or accidentally opened some taboo black box, and it has been unstoppable ever since.

After a long time, Fang Fei recalled this afternoon and asked himself why he added this sentence.

He can obviously play dumb.

But he changed his mind and said to himself, if he pretended to be stupid, he wouldn't be Fang Fei.

"Maybe, not necessarily." Yang Yuanyi put down the piece of paper, and slid his fingers across the paper very naturally, "You can bring a male companion. If you want to go, then we will go together?"

"I'm going to film tomorrow night." Fang Fei said, a little disappointed.

Yang Yuanyi said "hmm" without making any expression.

Fang Fei: "Do you like to go to concerts?"

Yang Yuanyi asked back: "What?"

"Just... it sounds like a rare opportunity. If you like it, why don't you go?"

Yang Yuanyi didn't agree, nor did he directly refuse, he just said, "It depends."

Unable to hear the hesitation in his words, Fang Fei only thought that Yang Yuanyi chose to be afraid again, and chose to remain silent because he was not good at helping him make decisions.As far as he was concerned, the information Yang Yuanyi gave was honest, so he no longer held any grudges.

Thinking about it carefully, in fact, Yang Yuanyi would ask Fang Fei's opinion every time he didn't know how to choose, but he didn't say anything that time.

Being loved by Yang Yuanyi's affection for too long, I have forgotten that he can also lie.

The holiday lasted for half a day, and the northern coastal city was sunny in summer. Fang Fei wanted to take Yang Yuanyi for a walk, but the other party was from Pingjing, who often came to Haicheng, and there was nothing new to do.Tired of watching movies in the hotel room, Yang Yuanyi brought a projector to pass the time, which came in handy at this time.

Pull the curtains tight, use the white walls as a curtain, and play a 94-year-old love movie.

The effect was mediocre, Fang Fei thought of "Suddenly Too Late" halfway through, and asked him how the editing went.

"It should be better this month." Yang Yuanyi lay on his side, his head resting on Fang Fei's thigh, and his tone became more lax, "The subject matter has special elements, so the script was reviewed before shooting, so it's not a big problem. After editing, submit it for review, and take the dragon... If all goes well, the file can be set before the end of the year... When do you want to set it?"

"Ah, me?" Fang Fei was stunned.

"You." Yang Yuanyi turned half sideways, and instead lay on his back, looked at Fang Fei from bottom to top, raised his hand to touch the beauty mole on his chin, "Spring Festival, Valentine's Day, or New Year's Eve?"

Fang Fei smiled: "Did I mean what I said?"

Yang Yuanyi pursed his lips and said solemnly, "Forget it."

As if suddenly being given an important task that he had never thought of, he panicked a little: "Why?"

"Aren't you the lead actor?" Yang Yuanyi kept his fingers on, his voice lowered, almost covered by the piano accompaniment in the movie, "I'm so tired, Ah Fei, so when it's released, I want to hear from you."

Fang Fei's smile gradually disappeared, and he pondered for a moment: "Do you really listen to me?"

"real."

"Then January 1rd?"

January 1rd is Yang Yuanyi's birthday, but his ID card was changed one month later.Few people know about it, and even Fang Fei only learned about it because Yang Yuanyi mentioned it by accident.

He himself almost forgot about this day, and when Fang Fei mentioned it, his soft heart melted into a pool of spring water, and ripples suddenly rose.

"My birthday?" he asked.

Fang Fei said as a matter of course: "Because I love you."

The other party's eyes flickered.

It was hard to speak, but now he became more and more determined. Fang Fei sat up straight, looked at the scene of the male and female protagonists embracing in the rain on the temporary curtain, and swore, "Yang Yuanyi..."

"I love you."

"It's all because I love you."

There was no answer, but a hand wrapped around the back of his neck pressed him down.

Fang Fei bowed his head obediently, and Yang Yuanyi kissed him.

Every time he finished saying "like" or "love", he would get a kiss, a satisfying vent, or some comfort and pampering that made his heart soft.Fang Fei closed his eyes, feeling the deeper and deeper kiss, and the male and female protagonists in the movie were talking to each other in their ears.

He has gained so much, but he never seems to hear Yang Yuanyi say he loves him.

Perhaps the word "love" is born with fire, and the momentum of starting a prairie fire made Yang Yuanyi speechless.