I still like you [entertainment circle]

Wen Yu received a notice from the person in charge of the film production that he needed to make up shots of the apartment scene with Ji Lin. After these shots, Wen Yu's part in the scene would be gone after that, and it could be finished.

"You deleted Feilin's scenes so much." Ji Lin was rummaging through the closet for the clothes Wen Yu wore.

Wen Yu stood behind him, and smiled helplessly: "That's no way, the members of the screenwriting team discussed and made the decision together, his role is basically—"

Wen Yu paused, took a step closer, passed his hand around Ji Lin's armpit, and hooked his chin with his index finger, "It's basically stuffed with you~"

Ji Lin trembled, and unconsciously licked his lower lip.

"In order to pass the review later, I can only delete it." Wen Yu pinched Ji Lin's top zipper and pulled it down bit by bit, "Your scenes have also been deleted a lot, and they are ashamed to reveal it to the public." Declare that you are the hero."

"It's okay, I'm very happy to be able to act in this movie." Ji Lin's neckline felt a chill, and then he felt cold fingertips rubbing against his collarbone as if nothing.

A layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared on Ji Lin's shoulder, and it felt numb like an electric shock.

Wen Yu is naturally flirtatious and flirtatious, and even more unscrupulous after last night, Ji Lin wonders if he treats all his contacts, or interesting ambiguous objects, with such a frivolous and flirtatious look.

Ji Lin suddenly became a little unhappy.

Thinking of the past, remembering the kiss with Wen Yu nine years ago.

After all, Wen Yu, a bastard who doesn't even know a name, can talk to each other casually. Who knows if he will still do such frivolous actions to countless people afterwards.

An emotion called "jealousy" arose in Ji Lin's heart, he raised his hand to hold Wen Yu's restless hand, and said in a low voice, "Cold."

"It's cold? Then I'll cover it for you." Wen Yu leaned over shamelessly as he said that, wrapping his arms around Ji Lin's waist.

Ji Lin subconsciously grabbed his wrist and pursed his lips.

Wen Yu hugged him from behind, closed his zipper again, and lightly pecked his earlobe with his lips.

Ji Lin's legs were limp because of Wen Yu's teasing, he breathed unsteadily and said, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Well, you said."

Ji Lin pulled away Wen Yuhuan's hand on his waist, and turned to face him, "You - when you were in high school, that's when..."

Ji Lin drooped his eyes, vaguely, and seemed a little bit hard to speak.

"When?" Wen Yu was at a loss.

"It was the time when I sneaked into your class and was caught by you." Ji Lin lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers, "Why did you kiss me at that time?"

Ji Lin could understand Wen Yu's feelings when he said "homosexuality is disgusting", but he couldn't figure out the meaning of that kiss.

Wen Yu was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "I'm sorry."

He still owes the "I'm sorry".

Ji Lin frowned: "I'm sorry you said it before, I don't want to hear this."

Wen Yu sat down on the bed, looked up at Ji Lin, "I just found out about my background, and...that person was gay, my mind was messed up, and I happened to meet you again when I went back to school that day—"

Wen Yu frowned, and continued: "As soon as you said you liked me, I was immediately dumbfounded."

There is no need for Wen Yu to continue talking, Ji Lin already understands.

His untimely confession was hitting the gun at the time.

"Then why don't you beat me up." Ji Lin curled his lips, "Why did you kiss me?"

Wen Yu must have died of anger at the time, right?Because my biological father hated homosexuality so much, I turned around and a foolish junior said "like" to me.

Wen Yu smiled: "Why did I hit you, I was just too angry and my head was not clear."

"When you are too angry, you can casually kiss your relatives." Ji Lin muttered in a low voice, but the topic still turned to this, "Do you treat other people like this? Do you talk when you are angry?"

Wen Yu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

There was a burst of sour gas.

He stood up, walked slowly in front of Ji Lin, put his arms around his waist again, and said in a low voice, "How is that possible."

"How is it impossible? You didn't even know me back then, and you still kissed me." Ji Lin thought more and more sourly, feeling jealous, "Who knows if you and others have the same virtue."

This is the first time that Ji Lin has talked about this topic with Wen Yu positively.

He didn't have the position to take the so-called jealousy before, but now it's different, he thinks Wen Yu is his.

He already has a sense of territory.

"Who said I don't know you?" Wen Yu was wronged, "Of course I know you."

Ji Lin was at a loss.

"You have such good grades and are so famous in school, how could I not know you." Wen Yu pinched his face, "I asked someone to inquire about you, but I never caught you, and I always ran away for you .”

Ji Lin was stunned, with a dull expression.

Wen Yu didn't want Ji Lin to misunderstand him, so he said seriously: "I can't do that to others, I have played a hooligan to you."

Ji Lin squeezed his fingers awkwardly, and looked away.

"But classmate Ji Lin is really courageous~" Wen Yu leaned in front of Ji Lin, pressed the tip of his nose against his, and teased him: "You were only 13 years old at the time, and you had thoughts about me? If you I'm falling in love, so it's early puppy love, right?"

Ji Lin was inexplicably ashamed, turned around and continued to find clothes for Wen Yu, and argued: "I was bumped into by you at that time, I didn't want to do anything to you, I..."

Ji Lin pursed his lips and lowered his voice: "I just like you."

If he hadn't been bumped into on the spot, he probably wouldn't be so flustered that he directly said the phrase "like" that he had hidden for a long time.

He is also very fortunate at this moment, fortunate that Wen Yu did not have permanent resistance to homosexuality because of his biological father.

The doubts in his heart were eliminated, and the sourness dissipated, and Ji Lin was in a clear mood at the moment.

He finally found a suit for Wen Yu.

"You can wear this." Ji Lin turned around holding the hanger.

Wen Yu took the clothes and threw them aside, pushed the man down on the bed, leaned over and said in a hoarse voice, "I should have had a puppy love with you back then."

Wen Yu would play hooligans on the bed, but Ji Lin when he was sober was much more reserved than Ji Lin when he was drunk, unlike last night when he let Wen Yu do whatever he wanted, Wen Yu kissed and bit him a few times , and let people go.

Before going out, Ji Lin gave Wen Yu a key card, "My apartment, a spare key."

Wen Yu looked at the key card, smiled, and asked, "Let me come here casually?"

"...Well. Come if you want."

"Where will I sleep when I come here, just a bed." Wen Yu asked knowingly.

Ji Lin glanced at him, and said lightly: "Sleeping with your boyfriend is of course sleeping in the same bed."

Wen Yu was taken aback for a moment, then softly "leaned", and raised his hand to pinch Ji Lin's face, "Can you still say such a thing?"

"You are my boyfriend now." Ji Lin lowered his eyes and emphasized again, "Boyfriend."

Wen Yu's heart softened into a ball of cotton, he hummed, and replied, "Okay, boyfriend."

After the supplementary filming of the apartment was finished, Wen Yu officially finished filming, but Ji Lin had to continue filming, and the crew had to change the shooting location. I heard that Ji Lin was studying at a university.

Wen Yu finished filming, and finally had time to complete the previously stranded creation.

After disappearing for a few months, the rain reappeared. Instead of updating the manga, he posted a watercolor painting on Weibo.

There is no theme in the painting, but the eyes of people in various states are drawn. The eye pupils are filled with smudged watercolors. The colors are complex and fresh, as if there are ethereal stars hidden in the eyes.

Passers-by can't see the clues, but Ji Lin's fans are sharp-eyed, and they can tell at a glance that these beautiful eyes in different states all come from the same person - their idol.

Although Wen Yu didn't make it clear that what he painted were Ji Lin's eyes, many fans of Ji Lin came here admiringly and asked frantically under Weibo.

Of course Wen Yu didn't answer.

He draws whenever he wants, and hangs up whenever he wants. Maybe when he feels good about drawing, he still smiles and answers the group of fans: Yes, yes, what I draw is your husband.

I drew my boyfriend.

Ji Lin also saw that Weibo, and Wen Yu was still far away abroad at the moment.

He went abroad to participate in an art exhibition, and after returning to the hotel, he received a voice message from Ji Lin.

"still busy?"

Wen Yu lay down on the bed, looked at the time, calculated the time difference, it should be night at Ji Lin's side.He didn't reply, and directly made a video call to Ji Lin.

After waiting for half a minute, the phone was answered there.

As soon as the phone screen lit up, Ji Lin's fair and thin face suddenly appeared in the camera.

Ji Lin held the phone in one hand, and wiped his head with a towel in the other hand, probably just after taking a shower.

"Did you not put on your clothes just now?" Wen Yu immediately asked, "It took so long to answer the phone."

Ji Lin was hit by what he said, so he didn't say a word, and brushed his hair sullenly.

"The filming is over?" Wen Yu asked.

Ji Lin hummed, lowered his head, and rubbed the towel back and forth on his wet hair.

Wen Yu had almost just finished filming "The Origin of Murder" before going abroad. It has been three days since he went abroad, and this is the first time the two of them talked on the phone.

"I saw your Weibo." Ji Lin threw the towel into the clothes basket and lay down on the bed.

Just after taking a shower, Ji Lin's cheeks were reddish, and the tip of his nose was covered with fine drops of water. He propped his chin with one hand, and the collarbone behind his collar was faintly visible.

From Wen Yu's point of view, if Ji Lin wore a low collar, he would be gone.

"Is it me?" Ji Lin lay down completely, resting his chin on the back of his hand, and brought the phone closer, his face filled the entire screen.

Wen Yu was amused by his stupidity, and asked, "Who else can I draw?"

Ji Lin lowered his eyes and smiled, and asked again: "Why don't you update the manga now?"

"Stop drawing if you don't have inspiration." Wen Yu stretched out his hand and rubbed his fingers on the screen of the phone, "I just draw for fun, and I'm not a cartoonist by profession."

Ji Lin shook his head and said nothing.

Wen Yu raised his chin, "Go and blow dry your hair, beware of catching a cold."

"It's not cold." Ji Lin said.

"You have to blow it too." Wen Yu narrowed his eyes, "Over there on the phone rack, I'll watch you blow it."

Ji Lin curled his lips, reluctantly got up from the bed, and walked into the bathroom holding his mobile phone.

"If you draw me, my fans can see it." Ji Lin put his mobile phone on the sink, "They have such big brains, they will think too much."

"It's not possible." Wen Yu's voice came from the phone, thinking that they just need to think more.

"You're trying to catch my heat." Ji Lin didn't notice Wen Yu's hidden scheming, and even joked with him.

"Don't you want to rub it?" Wen Yu said with a smile, "I can't rub my boyfriend's heat anymore?"

Ji Lin pursed his lips and smiled, "I've blown my hair."

"it is good."

The sound of "booming" blowing echoed in the bathroom, the phone leaned against the mouthwash cup, and only Ji Lin's waist could be seen on the phone screen.

When Ji Lin raised his arms, he took up his thin coat, revealing a small flexible waist.

Wen Yu's throat tightened.

After a few minutes, the blowing sound stopped abruptly.

"Okay." Ji Linzhong picked up the phone again, shaking his head like a puppy, "Blow dry."

"Your waist is really thin." Wen Yu said suddenly, "I was afraid that I would cut your waist off last time."

Wen Yu's blunt words made Ji Lin's ears burn.

"I used to have abdominal muscles." Ji Lin raised his finger and rubbed the tip of his nose, "I turned into ribs for filming."

Wen Yu couldn't help laughing, and looked at the time, he had to go out to the banquet.

"I still have something to do, so I'll hang up first." Wen Yu said, "Go to bed early."

"……Um."

Wen Yu hung up the phone, looked down, looked somewhere, and sighed.

Just because of Ji Lin's tiny waist, he can be in heat through the screen when he makes an overseas phone call.

Wen Yu tugged at his pants uncomfortably.

Before Wen Yu returned to China, he received an invitation from a college classmate to give an art lecture at the Academy of Fine Arts of a certain university.

That college classmate and Wen Yu were both foreign students at the Academy of Fine Arts in Paris. After graduation, he entered a certain domestic university as an assistant professor at the Academy of Fine Arts. He and Wen Yu are old acquaintances, and they know the basics well. The academy gave lectures to art students.

Of course, Wen Yu couldn't do such a publicity thing, and originally wanted to politely refuse, but when he heard the name of the university, he turned around and agreed.

That university was Ji Lin's alma mater, and Ji Lin happened to be filming at his alma mater recently.

Wen Yu didn't know what kind of mentality he had in agreeing to such an invitation, but he always felt that he had become embarrassing now.

I don't know what's the point of shouting.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-01-0719：40：13～2020-01-0822：44：03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Tongxuan, Youxun-Moting 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Shaoguang; 2 bottles of Yuan and Miss Zhao's family;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!