Ouyang watched him say hello to others, but he changed into a tired face when he looked at himself.
"Here we are." He spoke softly, not loudly.
Cheng Feng took a look at him. In a trance, he seemed to be Ouyang Yu who was waiting for him at home. He laughed softly and quietly.
Cheng Feng's brain is pulling like a thread. He is sweating and covering his forehead. He leans against the sofa and answers low.
"Well, here we are."
Ouyang handed the beer in his hand, and saw that he was stunned for a while. He laughed happily, as if he didn't see any haze.
"Hehe, it's the same as before, but," he pointed to the noisy little models and stars beside him, "this time you go there to get people to fool around, I don't mind."
Besides, Cheng Feng had never heard of him before when he had an opinion.
Ouyang thought so in his heart, but he couldn't say it. His chest was very stuffy, but the harder he felt, the more he wanted to laugh. He was happy to show his back teeth.
"Not in the mood." Cheng Feng frowned, took the beer and sat down on the sofa. He lowered his head and took a sip.
Ouyang continued to enjoy himself with his cigarette in his mouth. He felt so happy that he could shoot toothpaste advertisements.
He glanced at the long distance between the two people, and gathered together to Cheng Feng without any trace.
"If you're not in the mood, take a break."
Cheng Feng always felt that he was a little different from usual tonight. He could not describe his feelings. Looking at his shining eyes hiding in the shadow, he always felt a kind of unspeakable depression.
The music suddenly rings, and Eason's magnetic voice lingers in his ears, seducing his ready eardrum.
Cheng Feng sweeps Ouyang's thin hand bone. His chest is sour and his breathing becomes difficult.
He closed his eyes, leaned back against the sofa, pressed back the tears that were about to leave his eyes, and asked, "do you remember our original goal? You want to be a good photographer, I want to be a good actor, at least one or two classic movies
Ouyang looked at his long eyelashes and perfectly contoured side face, unable to make a sound.
I saw Cheng Feng silent for a while, swallowing saliva, it seems to have become difficult to speak.
"But after being an actor for a long time and wearing a mask for a long time, I can't take it off." He sighed, "sometimes I think, if I had known it would be like this, it would be better if I had never met, never loved, never hurt, would it be much better?"
“……” Ouyang is dumb.
Although he was sad, he never regretted. During the five years together, every day, every minute and every second he had was very beautiful.
Even if it is not perfect, but it is unforgettable, so he can not regret, because he loves Cheng Feng, they are not reconciled to just friends.
Ouyang's eyes reflected the colorful light and said with a brilliant smile, "at least I've had it for five years. It's better to think about it than to watch it silently for a lifetime!"
In a noisy noise, Cheng Feng looked at him, a little stupefied, his words, a word, like a nail into the heart, embedded tightly.
After a while, Cheng Feng grabbed the beer can on the tea table and took a few mouthfuls. He said with a bitter smile, "you are always more open-minded than I thought."
After a pause, looking at his emaciated body and pale face corroded by drugs, Cheng Feng could not help but persuade him: "don't touch that again. Quit it. The days after that are still long. You can't live on that for a lifetime."
Even if he can't be together, he doesn't want to see him spoil his body.
"Well, never again, really."
Ouyang also nodded his head seriously, and he was on the verge of swearing to prove his determination.