Thinking of Deer Fei Fei

Chapter Thirty-One

Since Fei Chang signed to Chen Yueyang's company, he moved out of the original residential area and now lives in a high-end apartment arranged by the company.

Chen Yueyang and he live in the same building in the same community, but they often live on the ground floor. Chen Yueyang lives on a 300-square-meter top floor.

Fei often had the pleasure to visit with other artists in the company. I just remember that the room was very large, the floor-to-ceiling windows were transparent and bright, and he looked up, and the stars seemed to be out of reach.

Zhao 3.8, who went with him, asked Chen Yueyang how much the house cost.

Boss Chen said a number.

Everyone oh oh oh oh amazing.

Other people's "oh oh oh" are envious, only Fei Chang has a sense of common sense, because he thinks that people like Chen Yueyang should live near the stars.

It's just that Fei Chang didn't think of it—someday, he would be invited to come here alone to be a guest.

And it was still twelve in the middle of the night.

When Fei often took the elevator to go upstairs, his body was wrapped up and down tightly. He held his mobile phone in his hand, and there was a WeChat sent by his brother on the screen.

The door lock of Chen Yueyang's house is an electronic lock with a fingerprint and a password. Fei often remembers that he had seen Chen Yueyang unlock the last time he came. The password is Chen Yueyang's birthday.

So this time Fei Chang entered Chen Yueyang's birthday as usual.

... not open.

If you lose three times in succession, you will get an error. If it is more than five times, the door will alarm automatically.

Fei Chang was a little panicked. He was about to reach out and knock on the door, but at this moment some subtle guess emerged from his mind and instantly occupied all his intellect, leaving only a sweet and sour taste.

Why not try it?

With a sizzling heartbeat, he shook his fingers and entered a series of numbers on the door lock.

It was Fei Chang's birthday.

... Also, it didn't open.

It's so self-made and passionate _ (: з 」∠) _

Fei Chang really did not dare to waste the precious opportunity of entering the password for the last time, hurried to ring the doorbell, and asked his brother to go out to save himself.

The doorbell rang for only one second, and the door opened.

Chen Yueyang, wearing only a set of silk pajamas, stood by the door holding his hand and said, "Look at you at the door for a long time. Didn't try the password?"

"Well ..." Fei often nodded in shame.

"What have you tried?"

"Tried your birthday three times. And ..." he whispered, "tried my birthday again."

Chen Yueyang chuckled: "Stupid, I often come here as a guest, how can I use your birthday as a password, for fear that others will not see that there is a problem?"

"... Oh." He replied wryly, like a giraffe eating fake leaves, listless, his neck hanging down.

Chen Yueyang didn't bother to coax him, pulled his hand directly and dragged him into the room, and the heavy door closed behind them.

The room was very dark, a gentle yellow light spilled down, and a light paved path led directly to the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

There stood a floor lamp and a small short table with a book and two glasses of red wine on it.

Seeing the two glasses close to each other, Fei Chang's throat knot rolled and gave out a loud and clear "Grunting" sound.

Fei often feels ashamed of himself.

Chen Yueyang led him along the way, pressed him on the sofa, and suddenly said, "My door code is 0712."

"Ah?" Fei Changshu memorizes all the information of Chen Yueyang, even his family ’s birth date and mobile phone number are familiar to him, but he has never seen a combination of these four numbers.

Chen Yueyang looked down at him: "July 12th is the day you sign into Yueyang Studio."

"..."

Fei often feels like he's sitting on the steamer with his buttocks, the heat rises, and he gets hot all over.

He didn't dare to look at his brother, and his eyes were chaotic, and he saw the book on the coffee table next to him.

That's a comic book.

The cover is too familiar.

The author's name is more familiar, called Lu Feifei.

The steamer under Fei Chang's **** has been boiled!

God seems to think this stimulus is not enough. Fei often notices that there is an IPAD under the book, and the screen stays on a Weibo with an ID called Xiao Lu Phoebe.

The Weibo was a trumpet at first glance, and only paid attention to Chen Yueyang. Every day, he did not work hard and would only be fooled by Chen Yueyang. In addition to the content of Weibo "licking the prosperous beauty of our younger brother", "Yang Yang is so handsome today Mimi. "

Fei often reads comic books, and then tweets on Weibo. Suddenly, Lumu's tearful complaint: "Brother, you are a violation of privacy!"

"Privacy invasion?" Said a starless star without a guilty conscience, "I know your biggest secrets. What else are these little secrets?"

Fei often reacted blankly for a while, and it took a long time before he realized that "the biggest secret" was "he likes him".

Fei Chang: "... Oh!"

He sat on the sofa in a hurry, two deer hoofs in slippers stepping on each other, a young boy like Huaichun.

Chen Yueyang also sat on the sofa, sitting close to him, with his legs against his legs, side by side.

In this way, Chen Yueyang is much shorter than Fei Chang.

Chen Yueyang didn't care. He turned to his side and approached the tall young man, looking up at him.

Chen Yueyang said, "I know your secret. In order to be fair, let me tell you my secret."

"Okay." Fei Chang immediately heard the spirit and nodded sharply.

"I have several secrets, and you may listen for a long time."

"it's OK!"

Chen Yueyang stared at his brother and spoke.

He said: "I entered the entertainment industry just to make money and become famous, but I said in all the shows that I was to realize my dream of singing."

"..."

"I cut my eyelids and pulled out four teeth to make my face smaller, but fans thought I was a natural beauty," he said.

"..."

He said: "I don't like to show off at all. I like to wear warm cotton clothes, and wear a scarf, gloves, and woolen cap in winter to wrap myself like a bear."

"..."

"I hate chicken breasts, avocados, and sweating on a treadmill, but I must have eight packs and a beautiful shoulder and back curve," he said.

"..."

He said: "The main thing is that my character is not good at all. I am not an exquisite predecessor at all, but an ordinary person with a bad personality. I will be jealous when other people sell more records than I am. One week before the concert Anxious that you have to take sleeping pills to fall asleep. "

"..."

He said, "Fei Fei, you know now. You like me for so long, but it is the perfect person packaged by the economic company."

"..."

"You have heard my secret now." Chen Yueyang's smile did not know when it disappeared. He looked at him calmly and asked slowly, "... will you continue to like me?"

Fei often moved his throat and felt a dryness in his throat. He had a lot to say, but at this moment it seemed like he had lost the ability to speak.

He looked at Chen Yueyang, who was close at hand, and didn't know how to describe his inner feelings. If he really wanted to say something, it was like the **** in the heart was suddenly hit by the hammer of science.

Chen Yueyang thought he was hurt by his true colors. Yes, Fei is often his own fanboy. He has liked himself for so long, and suddenly learned that idols are not perfect at all, and it must be difficult to accept.

Chen Yueyang understood his flinch. In fact, Chen Yueyang can not tell him the truth, he can wear a lifetime mask in front of this fan, but Chen Yueyang has a little hope (really only a little) in his heart, hoping that Fei often embraces his true self.

But Fei Chang's reaction frustrated his hopes.

Chen Yueyang smiled, stepped back, and widened the distance between them.

But the next second, Fei often suddenly reached out and caught him.

The tall baby giraffe looked at the stubborn Tibetan antelope brother, his eyes wet. He cleared his throat, hard, and made a hoarse voice.

——I do not know where the rumors come from. Many people firmly believe that giraffes have no vocal cords and cannot tweet. A giraffe is a very quiet animal, but under the quiet appearance they have a lively character.

Baby giraffes love to bark, but as they get older, they begin to learn to use body language instead of sound. Language is sometimes pale, but jumping when excited and bumping when angry are not deceiving.

Adult giraffes retain the ability to tweet, but they are not often used, they only speak at the most critical moments.

Such as encountering danger, such as calling children.

Another example ... when craving for a partner.

Fei often felt that there was a swell of air in his chest, and that air pushed out the words in his stomach.

"Yueyang." This was the first time Fei Chang called Brother's name. Fortunately, he had practiced it in a dream in advance. "Actually ... I took a shower before I came."

"What?" Chen Yueyang was rarely dull once.

"... You sent me a WeChat," he prompts, "I'm clean."

The clumsy giraffe can't say anything sweet, and can only use actions to express its ideas.

When Chen Yueyang realized Fei Chang's suggestion, his original gloomy eyes brightened. Surprise, excitement, excitement, all kinds of emotions mixed together, filling the emptiness in Chen Yueyang's heart.

He stuck with him again and asked slyly, "Do you wash the front or the back?"

"Uh……"

"Don't say it now, I'll know later."

Fei often lowered his head, clutching his hands in his hands, and turned his head forward and backward: "I washed it in the front ... I washed it in the back."

He rubbed it carefully for a long time, flipped the giraffe's long hat down, rinsed his tumbling head little by little in the water, and after washing it, he also applied moisturizer, fragrant. I want to take a sip.

He originally only washed the front, but after leaving the bathroom, he opened a certain animal world-style teaching video with a learning attitude. After watching it, he was restless for a while, hurried back to the bathroom, and clumsily put his fingers in his body.

To be honest, it felt strange, and he didn't like it very much. But he hopes his brother likes it. He will be very happy as long as Chen Yueyang is satisfied.

Fei Chang's answer always surprised Chen Yueyang. He took his hand and pulled him off the sofa.

Fei often stumbled behind him, through the living room, past the study, and across the bathroom until the two stopped in front of a solid wood door.

Fei often said, "Where is this going?"

Chen Yueyang said, "I promised you. When you come, I will show you dancing."

Fei Chang was surprised: "Brother, have you set up an exercise room at home?"

"No." Chen Yueyang turned back and smiled brightly at him, and opened the bedroom door with his legs raised. "I put a large bed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window."

"... Σ (° △ ° |||))"

"Rest assured, brother will not let you wash it in front or behind."

【Finish】

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postscript

This short entertainment article, Xiao Tianwen, is finally END.

I have n’t written a short story for several years, but fortunately I have no hands.

In fact, the purpose of writing this article is to intentionally exercise myself, to make the writing more crisp, and to make the plot more concise and concise.

In short, thank you for finishing this article, and thank you for your love and praise.

This article will not be expanded, I think the plot is now complete.

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Morrie on March 16, 2018

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