these years

On the top of Taiping Mountain, on the Fenli Path, is where the royal residence is located.Qiao Weidong was standing under the street sign at this moment, looking up at the house. Over the years, he had lived in many houses, but none of them was like the king's house, which made him feel so rich and overbearing. , there is an extra sense of immortality—can you imagine that there is such a place in the world, where the richest people all live in the mountains!

Qiao Weidong looked at it for a while, and finally Wang Lijun appeared on the other side.He twisted his waist and trotted over, shaking his head, quite proud of himself.Just now when they ran through the hilltop square at night, Wang Lijun was recognized by several middle-aged people. One of the rich businessmen from the mainland insisted that he grew up watching Wang Lijun's movies, crying and asking for a group photo.While Wang Lijun was embarrassed, he couldn't help feeling happy. Although he was not in the arena, there were always people who loved him, and they loved him for so many years.So he forgot about Qiao Weidong, hooked up with those people, and took pictures for a while.Qiao Weidong was left behind, he didn't feel hurt, he just felt bored, so he walked out of the square, walked through the cable car, and walked to the Fenli Path, knowing that Wang Lijun would come to him.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Lijun came.It was quite cold on the Fenli path, and because it was a residential area, there were no tourists visiting, so the two of them walked together with their hands in their pockets.

Silence is beautiful, but Qiao Weidongfei wants to break it.He said, "There are quite a lot of people in the Peak Square today?"

Wang Lijun said with a smile: "Yes, the cold wave has passed, tourists are here."

Qiao Weidong waited for a long while, feeling sore in his heart, so he said: "Then you go often, go and take a photo with them."

Wang Lijun quickly hooked his hand and laughed at him in Cantonese: "Order? Drink vinegar?"

Qiao Weidong wanted to take Qiao, and pretended to throw off Wang Lijun, but in fact it was useless.He flicked it, but couldn't shake it off, so he grabbed Wang Lijun's hand, and even put his arm under his arm, for fear that someone would catch him and take a photo with him again.

Wang Lijun was caught by him with one hand, so he could only press his chest against his shoulder, stretched out the other hand to comfort him: "I finally got back in the limelight, please understand—"

Qiao Weidong felt impolite, his throat buzzed twice, he didn't say anything, but his face turned red, he lowered his head, and just walked forward with Wang Lijun in his arms.

Qiao Weidong is very strong, a little involuntary, but Wang Lijun knows that he has hidden [-]% of his strength-the ghost boy back then was said to be able to wash Xinghua Village with his own strength.Wang Lijun still regretted it, because he could not see the grand occasion of the martial arts competition back then. Thinking of this, he couldn't help asking: "Do you know that you actually have the opportunity to be an actor?"

Qiao Weidong stopped and was stunned: "Ah? What are you acting for?"

Wang Lijun said: "Back then, Gao Baifei wanted to remake "The One-armed Swordsman" and said that he wanted to find a man who was more majestic and handsome than the original one-armed swordsman. I asked my master to recommend you. After thinking about it, Gao Baifei also said you good--"

Qiao Weidong felt unwilling: "Then why didn't I succeed in acting?"

Wang Lijun glanced at him: "You went to jail before I had time to tell you! As a result, your movie was not made, but you became famous."

Qiao Weidong stood where he was, with pursed lips, as if he was young and frivolous, regretting too much.He thought to himself, if he could really play the one-armed swordsman, maybe he has already acted in hundreds of movies, and now he can stand side by side with Wang Lijun on the stage, and he can also be an actor and enjoy the same glory.

Wang Lijun smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Come on, don't think about it if you don't have anything to do. Aren't you pretty good now? You can also be ranked among Chinese directors."

Qiao Weidong clenched his hand and stared at him: "What's the number one? I'm number one!"

Wang Lijun shook his hand: "All right, all right, you come first." After speaking, he turned his head with a smile, and accidentally saw the Peak Tower was crowded with tourists. Looking out, the skyscrapers are stacked on top of each other, and Central is so bright; looking further away, it is the sea, with boats coming and going, and Victoria Harbor has been prosperous since ancient times.Seeing this, Wang Lijun's heart softened, so he stood behind Qiao Weidong, put his arms around his shoulders, and rested his head on his shoulders—the world said that there are mountains and seas, and we should also be counted as vows right?

Qiao Weidong seemed to be emotional too, his eyes filled with tears, he turned his head sideways, trying to find Wang Lijun's lips.

Wang Lijun smiled knowingly and went up to meet her.

"Hey! What are you two doing!" An angry shout came suddenly, and a man in police uniform stood in the dark, shining a flashlight directly on them.

"No, sir!" Wang Lijun jumped away, and said, "Qingjie." While saying this, he fiddled with his hair with his hand, which was moving back and forth in front of his eyes, just to avoid confronting the police The line of sight is just to cover up a guilty conscience.

Only then did the policeman see his appearance clearly, his voice softened, and he quickly apologized with a smile: "Your Majesty! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the night is numb, and the weather is so cold, hurry up and go back home—do you need my help? ?”

Wang Lijun waved his hands again and again, and took Qiao Weidong to the palace with one hand: "Nothing, let's go back home."

Watched by the police, the two of them walked towards the house. Qiao Weidong couldn't figure it out. He wanted to kiss him on the way, but Wang Lijun poked him back to his original position.Wang Lijun thought angrily, when I was chased halfway up the mountain, and no police came to rescue me, the world is peaceful today, so why are you here to arrest me and fight in the wild?But there was excitement in that annoyance.He thought, whether this person is gossip or not, if he trades material for money, will Tomorrow Weekly report on me playing field games?

Seeing his half-smile, Qiao Weidong didn't know what to do, and also lowered his head and smiled.The two quickly walked to the door, and in the bright flashlight, they secretly held hands, which was like cheating or puppy love.

When the servant came to answer the door, Wang Lijun turned his head and looked out of the mountain. Since ancient times, when he came here, he was considered king of the world.To make a promise here, it is destined that this love is noble, and even the glory of the world will be compared and turned into clouds in the mist.Under their feet, the world of Hong Kong is bustling with golden light, but how many couples can there be in the world, who can live their lives privately like them on the highest peak, forever and ever?

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It's so sweet that I can't believe I wrote it myself.