Ch43 - “It’s so hard to see you once ah, Gege.”

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Fu Mingyuan stood there for a while. 

It wasn’t raining anymore, and after the rain it became a clear day.

The warm light shining on him dispelled the cold of early winter. 

The make-up artist saw that he wasn’t moving and ran over carrying the make-up box.

Du Jing shook out the coat in his arms, still lamenting that other people who did this kind of work were assistants, but he was a manager.

He had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt that something was off and followed Fu Mingyuan’s gaze to look over.

Then he staggered. 

The person standing at the edge of the fence away from the crowd and waving at him with a cellphone in his hand looked quite familiar.

He wore a hat, a mask, and a military green cotton padded jacket. 

Before Du Jing could even walk over to his side, Fu Mingyuan already started moving.

The makeup artist who was just putting powder on his face was still holding up the powder puff with a look of confusion. 

Why did he leave all of a sudden.

Du Jing rushed over, covered him with the coat, and then pulled the makeup artist to the side to apologize. 

After apologizing, he had to go ask the director for leave. He didn’t know if one afternoon was enough?

At the moment, everyone was busy preparing for the next scene, so no one took any special notice of them. 

Shen Qi’s shoulders twitched.

It wasn’t comfortable wearing a mask the entire time, and his hot breath fogged his glasses. 

He looked at Gege, who was frowning slightly and pursing his lips as he approached him step by step.

“Why did you come here?” Fu Mingyuan walked very fast and reached Shen Qi in a few steps. 

He lowered his head slightly, and no emotion could be heard in his voice.

Shen Qi blinked and wiped his eyelids with his palm. He felt a bit itchy. 

“Guess ah, Gege.”

There was a smile in his voice, but also a bit of dullness to it. 

Fu Mingyuan reached out and rubbed the hat on his head.

His touch was both very light and very heavy. 

As if he was suppressing something.

“En, have you eaten yet?” Fu Mingyuan’s voice suddenly became more stifled and a little hoarse. 

They were a long way from A city, and there was only one long-distance bus in the morning. He didn’t know if the young man had rode that bus here.

Shen Qi looked around, but no one noticed them. 

He stretched out his hand to pull at Fu Mingyuan’s sleeve, helping him to smooth the sleeve. He then patted away the dust on his sleeve, and drew closer to whisper, “I haven’t eaten yet.

“But…Gege, you look delicious.” 

Fu Mingyuan’s clothes now, compared with his usual straight as an arrow appearance, seemed to make his shoulders broader, legs longer, nose straighter, eyes deeper, and the belt marked out his waist.

Wide shoulders and a narrow waist, with perfect proportions.  

These words appeared in Shen Qi’s mind.

It replaced the original hunger in his stomach. 

If there weren’t so many people around now, he might have said something more complex than that.

Fu Mingyuan dropped his eyes, his fingertips twitched, and he slightly leaned over Shen Qi’s body, and pressed the hat on his forehead with the fingertips of his right hand. 

“En.

“Wait for me a moment.” 

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At this moment, hearing that the lead actor suddenly wanted to ask for leave, even if Fu Mingyuan’s identity was there, he wasn’t very happy. 

Shen Qi continued to lean on the side and pulled at his hat.

A villager, who had just been standing not too far from him and looking around, now drew close. “Do you know the big celebrity?” 

Shen Qi affirmed that and nodded. “My Gege, he’s handsome, right?”

His lips under his mask were a little dry. 

Why was he just looking at Gege with so many people here.

The villager nodded. “Handsome, my sister wants to look at him every day. 

“He lives in the house behind my house. My sister wanted to peep in last night, but he didn’t even go back in the middle of the night.”

The villager nodded as he spoke. 

Let alone his sister, even he wanted to go see him.

Shen Qi turned his head and glanced at him. 

He slightly squinted, as the sun was still a bit piercing to the eyes.

He snorted and laughed. This sound was so light that the villager couldn’t hear it clearly. 

As soon as he wanted to say something more, Fu Mingyuan came towards them.

The tip of Shen Qi’s tongue touched his lower teeth, and he pulled off his hat, revealing both his brows and eyes. 

The villager was stunned for a while.

Darling, why were they all so good-looking. 

Fu Mingyuan seems to be aware of the villager’s gaze, and when he turned around, his gaze skipped over him with a hint of displeasure.

The villager felt a cool wind blow behind him. 

Maybe it was because the weather was getting cold.

…… 

They didn’t pass anyone on the way back to the house. Most of the villagers were busy at this time.

Shen Qi followed Fu Mingyuan, slowly stepping on his shadow. 

Fu Mingyuan stopped suddenly.

He stood in the middle of the road, staring at Shen Qi. 

His gaze was focused and restrained.

Shen Qi chuckled, put his hat on Fu Mingyuan’s head, and stuck his cheek against his shoulder. 

“No one is here, right, Gege.”

Fu Mingyuan stiffened for a moment. “En, no one.” 

Shen Qi let out an “oh,” then pulled at the hem of his clothes. He stuck his hands beneath the hem, his cold hands sticking to Fu Mingyuan’s warm, strong waist.

“Don’t move.” Fu Mingyuan frowned slightly and pulled out his hand by the wrist. However, as they kept going, he didn’t let go. 

Keeping a grip on his wrist the entire time, they went back to his house.

After passing by the houses more towards the front, Shen Qi’s gaze froze for a while, and only then did he grab Fu Mingyuan’s arm. He leaned his whole body weight against him and said slowly, “Just now, that little Gege told me that his little sister came to peep at you.” 

He licked his lips, and his eyes fell on Fu Mingyuan’s jaw. There was a little mud there, and he lifted up his hand that wasn’t being gripped and rubbed at it.

The mud didn’t rub off but instead left behind a layer of powder. 

Shen Qi laughed.

This powder was really thick. 

Even the mud had been painted on, it was so real.

Fu Mingyuan’s steps paused, and after a few seconds, he asked, “Little Gege?” 

He frowned, with some doubt in his voice.

The hand that was encircling Shen Qi’s wrist changed to hold his whole hand, and his strides suddenly grew even longer. 

Fu Mingyuan’s house wasn’t that big. It had been lent out by one of the villagers, and it only had one outer room and one bedroom.

The outer room had a stove and dining table, which were both very clean. 

There was only a small narrow bed in the bedroom, long enough to accommodate Fu Mingyuan. It was a hard bed with two layers of quilts on it.

The quilts were neatly and evenly folded and placed at the end of the bed. 

Shen Qi couldn’t help kicking at the quilt at the end of the bed.

Unable to exert his legs, he felt like a fish out of water that could only keep beating his tail around. 

A warm palm stuck against his abdomen, and there was no space between their breaths.

The roomy cotton padded jacket was used as a mattress. One of Shen Qi’s hands grasped the edge of the pillow, and the other hand grasped at Fu Mingyuan’s lapel, making a deep, deep crease. 

He raised his head and closed his eyes. Their lips and tongues were entangled, and not even an inch was given to him.

Fu Mingyuan had been watching him the entire time. 

His fingertips fell onto his hair and rubbed gently.

After a while, he calmed his breath, helped Shen Qi pull down his sweater, brushed away the wet stains on his lips, and then lowered his head to kiss his eyelids. 

His eyelids were trembling a lot.

Shen Qi was short of breath. 

He really couldn’t slow it down.

No sooner after he entered the room was the door locked. 

Before he could even react, he was dragged by the wrist to lie on the bed.

Fu Mingyuan’s finger rubbed his eyebrow again. “Sorry.” 

His voice was much lower than usual, and his breathing was obviously disordered. “I’ll get you something to eat.”

He kissed Shen Qi’s red lips again. 

Shen Qi half covered his eyes. The curtains in the room were closed, so he couldn’t see the light outside.

Tch, he had miscalculated. 

Originally, he had said that Gege was delicious.

How come right now, he didn’t feel that that was quite right. 

Although the taste was very good, if he had it a few more times, his waist may not be able to stand it.

His pinched waist was soft, and his legs were soft. 

He kicked at the quilt again.

His lips were still numb. 

….

Fu Mingyuan cooked two vegetables for Shen Qi, both of which were sent by villagers from their own fields. 

And also a bowl of egg fried rice.

Shen Qi was really hungry and tired. 

He had woken up early in the morning, he had actually only been half-asleep on the bus, and his neck had hurt as he slept.

After eating, he was nodding off in Fu Mingyuan’s arms. 

Fu Mingyuan patted him on the back.

“When did you get up?” he asked, kissing Shen Qi’s hair. 

Shen Qi yawned, clinging onto him with both his hands and feet, and then snuggled into him some more.

The bed really wasn’t large enough. They could only hold each other tightly as they slept. 

“Past four.” He was really tired, and his voice was much quieter.

“The alarm clock rang tens of times before I got up.” 

Fu Mingyuan tilted his head to look at his profile and then let out a light sound.

“It’s so hard to see you once ah, Gege,” Shen Qi murmured, “The last time I got up so early, I was still competing. 

“The road here was also hard to follow.

“And the scooter was too bumpy.” 

He had never had such a bumpy ride before; his butt was still aching.

Fu Mingyuan listened to his complaints, and as he heard his voice getting quieter and quieter, he started patting his back lighter and lighter. 

He didn’t stop until he made sure that he had fallen asleep.

It was still light outside. 

After waiting for him to be deep in sleep, Fu Mingyuan got out of bed and tucked him in.

Going out the door, Du Jing, who was sitting at the door of the next house holding a bowl of glutinous rice dumplings in rice wine soup, quickly put down his bowl. 

“Asleep now?” He really didn’t expect that Shen Qi would actually come here without saying a word.

Fu Mingyuan nodded. 

Now, he wasn’t tired at all, and he was in good spirits.

“How many days is he staying? Two? Three?” 

“I didn’t ask.” Fu Mingyuan’s gaze fell on the window, and nothing could be seen in the room.

Du Jing lowered his voice. “There are so many people here. Anyway, you two should be more restrained. If you get photographed…” 

He remembered the reaction of the fans when they had been photographed before, and suddenly felt choked by the sweet and cloying taste of the rice wine.

Fu Mingyuan didn’t answer him. 

“Actually ba, you didn’t have to promise to be in his next movie in exchange for two days off.”

Du Jing shook his head. 

The director of “Tomorrow” was a director who loved to make movies about themes that skirted the boundaries of the rules. In recent years, he didn’t have a single film that had been approved, but as long as it could be approved, it was bound to win a prize.

“Tomorrow” was one of the movies that could get approved. 

Fu Mingyuan’s eyes were deep, but he still didn’t say a word.

Du Jing: …. 

Alright, he’d just treat him as being an emperor from ancient times acting foolish for a beauty.

The two people stood at the door silently, and Ji Yin and her assistant with an umbrella came over. 

Du Jing had a headache as soon as he saw Ji Yin.

The popular little flower was so studious that as soon as she had any questions, she ran over to find Fu Ge. 

If it wasn’t for the fact that the little girl’s gaze when she looked at Fu Ge was like she was looking at a senior, his thoughts might have skewed a bit.

Du Jing glanced inside the house. Maybe the one inside had hurried over so chaotically because he had seen that photo and was jealous. 

Du Jing sighed and decided to continue to stare at the Weibo hot search list.

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OWO Ji Yin is a little fairy, don’t say it, I just want to! I want to be close to her and ship my CP!!!