Two bars.
The red double lines were extremely eye-catching. Jian Qiaoxin's hand shook and almost threw away the pregnancy stick in his hand.
"No, this may not be accurate."
Jian Qiaoxin put the one in his hand on the sink counter, and then took out another one. Fortunately, he bought two, wouldn't it come in handy?
With the last tint of hope, Jian Qiaoxin tested it again, and his face turned pale when he saw the two familiar bars again.
Slowly sitting up from the toilet, Jian Qiaoxin got dizzy and almost fell over.
He supported the wall to rest for a while and walked to the bed. The cold medicine on the table beside him still had a sense of existence silently, but it was useless now.
The ringing of the phone rang, pulling him out of his shock.
Jian Qiaoxin answered the phone unconsciously: "Hello?"
On the other end of the phone was the voice of his friend, Feng Qing: "Xiao Xin, how are you doing? I have read the latest news, don't be sad..."
The other side kept on talking nonstop, but Jian Qiaoxin didn't even say one word back.
Finally, Feng Qing realized that it was too silent on the other end, and asked again: "Hello? Xiao Xin, are you listening to me?"
"I'm listening." Jian Qiaoxin's voice was hoarse and scared, and he whispered: "I just feel a little uncomfortable."
Feng Qing did not pursue the matter further: "Are you unwell? Did you go to the hospital to check it out?"
Jian Qiaoxin was feeling confused in his heart, but the matter was so important that he didn't dare to say it casually, so he fumbled over: "Well, it's just a common cold. I just need to get some sleep."
Feng Qing breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, OK, then I won't bother you to rest, you go to bed early."
Jian Qiaoxin replied indiscriminately and hung up the phone.
The phone call had calmed him down a lot, and he began to seriously think about the question of whether to keep this new life in his womb.
"Should I keep..."
Jian Qiaoxin threw himself on the bed and buried his face on the pillow annoyedly. He was thinking about things in his heart, but he fell asleep after thinking about it.
The next day.
Shengshi Jialun Building.
Jian Qiaoxin was sitting in Nong Bai's office and scrolling through the comments on the tablet.
If everyone was criticizing and posting hate comments on the Internet about him just a few days ago, today the netizens' comments were getting much better since the intervention of public relations.
Shenhuai: "To tell the truth, I saw photos of Qiu Jian, and I thought this was the face of a scumbag."
Genie_CJ: "Fortunately, they broke up, it is a misfortune to get married into a family with this kind of narrow-minded mother-in-law!"
The online comments were leaning onto Jian Qiaoxin's side.
Nong Bai walked over with the document not far away and put it on the table: "Look at it, these scripts have been brought to us recently."
Jian Qiaoxin tentatively said: "Then I act as..."
"Male lead." Nong Bai sat down with crossed legs naturally, being very calm.
Jian Qiaoxin couldn't believe it. He reached out and picked up one of the folders and flipped to the first page, shocked: "The Hot Princess Is Too Sweet", "The Special Agent Princess: xxx"
He read a few more scripts, and of course he also saw the modern genre ones: "The Sweet Wife Runs Away From Home" and "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me"
Jian Qiaoxin: "..."
Nong Bai drank a cup of tea slowly: "Don't look at the names, they sound very cheesy and common, but the content is good, and you can still be male lead!"
Jian Qiaoxin put down the scripts with a heavy heart: "Brother Nong, I think, these are not really good scripts."
Nong Bai almost choked on his own tea, he coughed twice: "Actually, there is a good one here, Yan Hengyang, Director Yan, you know him I'm sure. He is currently preparing a movie, which is a major production of science fiction, starring duo male leads. I heard that Jian Xingchen has already been selected as one of the male leads, and another has not been selected yet."
Director Yan.
This director Jian Qiaoxin had heard of him, Yan Hengyang was a well-known notoriously upright director, and his movies and TV series would definitely become a hit.
At the beginning of this year, the recently released "Weaving Stars on the Clouds" had become popular all over the country, and one of the leading actors had won the title of best actor because of this drama.
Nong Bai sighed meaningfully: "To be honest, this resource was originally not under my hands, but it was leaked by Director Wang. I heard that it was by the president's order."
Jian Qiaoxin's heart tightened: "Mr. Yan?"
Nong Bai was not sure: "I don't know, but if you really want to get it, it's up to you. I heard that Wen Yuan is also trying to contact Director Yan for the role, and many people are also fighting for it. The odds of winning for you are quite low."
Jian Qiaoxin took the script and hesitated for a moment: "I will go back and have a look first, then I will give you an answer."
"Sure."
After talking with his agent, he took the script and walked back. He had nothing to do these days, so he should take the opportunity to study the script more.
When he got to the elevator, he happened to meet Wen Yuan who happened to be waiting for the elevator.
He had not seen him for a few days, Wen Yuan looked...seemed to be haggard, the whole person was thinner, a pair of big eyes were surrounded by a circle of red. He was wearing white wool short sleeves, looking quite innocent and pitiful.
Jian Qiaoxin frowned.
He didn't want to pay attention to Wen Yuan, but Wen Yuan took the initiative to come over: "Brother Xiao Xin, it's been a long time since I last saw you."
Jian Qiaoxin ignored him.
Wen Yuan was actually quite calm, a slight smile appeared on his face, as if intentionally or unintentionally, he kept on talking, "I just went to see A Gan."
"Oh, what happened that day was actually a misunderstanding, but at that time, A Gan cared too much about me, so he got that angry. I went to explain things to him just now. You know we have been together for quite a long time, and A Gan even agreed to marry me before, it's probably going to happen soon."
Jian Qiaoxin turned his face away: "Congratulations."
"Thank you." Wen Yuan's little face looked quite innocent: "Brother Xiao Xin, you don't seem to be feeling well?"
Jian Qiaoxin was in a mess. He was about to shake his head, but his stomach felt uncomfortable. He slammed into the trash can and wanted to throw up.
Wen Yuan was taken aback: "Are you okay?"
When the elevator arrived, Wen Yuan hesitated for a moment but still went in by himself.
Jian Qiaoxin rested against the wall for a while, still holding the script in his hand, his fingers clenched unconsciously, and green veins almost popped out from the clenching.
Wen Yuan and Yan Gan were about to get back together.
What should he do with this in his stomach? If Jian Qiaoxin was hesitant last night, he was completely determined now.
Get rid of it completely.
If he was able to get selected by Director Yan for this role, with him being pregnant, how would he film the movie? After so many years of hard work in the entertainment industry, finally he had a chance to get ahead, how could he just give up like this?
Coming out of the company and hailing a taxi to the hospital, Jian Qiaoxin thought about it a lot, and finally made up his mind.
A City-Community Hospital
Jian Qiaoxin, who covered himself in heavy 'armor', lined up for registration.
After he got his number, he started to go to the obstetrics and gynecology department to sit and wait. The corridors here were narrow and there were many pregnant women sitting around.
Some were here for regular check-ups, and some...were for abortions.
Jian Qiaoxin lowered his head and looked at the small notebook in his hand, feeling inexplicably low-spirited. He lost his father when he was a child and basically grew up with his daddy.
Although it was not the loss of both parents, it was actually very lonely.
In many cases, he also liked to have someone with him. At first, he hoped to have younger brothers and sisters, and then he hoped to have friends.
Just that his daddy was busy with work, so all the housework ended up on his shoulders. He had no spare time to make friends. He wanted to be a good child, so he had to take care of housework, plus he could not be a burden to his daddy.
He actually had no friends.
Later in college, although he gradually had friends, he still felt lonely in his heart. He was wandering around with nothing to rely on.
He also wanted to have a family, but the feelings of many years had also been wrongly paid.
The door was opened, and a nurse came out and called: "Number 18."
Jian Qiaoxin stood up with a jump. He walked in and saw the doctor: "Hello, I am number 18."
The doctor was a very kind woman. She was writing with a pen, and smiled when she saw Jian Qiaoxin who was fully covered: "You're here for abortion?"
Jian Qiaoxin nodded hard: "Yeah."
The doctor had seen a lot of people, and when she saw his reluctance at a glance, she tempted him and said, "Why?"
"Because of work." Jian Qiaoxin clenched his hand under the table unconsciously, perhaps because of the mental fragility of the person during pregnancy. He gritted his teeth: "If this child is to be born, it will only be raised by me. I...Don't want it to suffer."
Yes, it was because he is from a single-parent family that he did not want his children to go through the same hardship.
He had been hurt too many times.
How could he let this child follow the same path as he did?
The doctor put down the pen, thoughtfully said: "You are now more than two months pregnant, and you want to have an abortion, but your body is weak, do you often have anemia and dizziness, and sometimes feel uncomfortable?"
Jian Qiaoxin nodded.
The doctor rubbed her eyes, and said warmly: "An abortion will hurt your body. Your condition is not stable. We don't recommend doing it now. You should go back and take good care of your body. If you are sure you want to do it, come back in a month."
"Can it be now?" Jian Qiaoxin was being put in a difficult spot. One month, what if he started to develop feelings for this new life!
The doctor hesitated: "If you want to, it's not impossible to get rid of it..."
Jian Qiaoxin looked at her.
The doctor sighed: "It will affect your body. If you want to recuperate, you will need ten to half a month, and..."
Jian Qiaoxin's heart lifted up and tentatively asked: "And what?"
"And you may not be able to have children anymore."
......
After hesitating for a while, Jian Qiaoxin finally stood up: "Okay, then I will come back in a month."
The doctor nodded and watched the young man leave. She couldn't help but sighed slowly. Now some men were really irresponsible, and they were even more irresponsible when they got pregnant. It was really a crime.
Jian Qiaoxin started to read the script when he came back home.
Then he discovered that this script was actually very interesting. This was not a novel where romance is the main theme. The main theme was actually suspense and mystery.
There was not so much romance going on, as it was about brotherhood.
The role he wanted to audition for was the son of a well-respected clan. His family was murdered and the whole clan was massacred. He is carrying the clan vengeance on his shoulder. Revenge is the driving force for his survival.
Jian Xingchen's role was the opposite of his.
Jian Xingchen's role was a young boy who really wants to break through the world, and he has a harmonious family, but in reality he has no real life skill.
The script revealed a bit about the secret of the shocking case, occasionally interspersed with some brotherhood in the ups and downs of the plot.
Overall, it was worth the challenge.
Jian Qiaoxin read the script throughout the night. If it weren't for his body getting sleepy, and finally his eyes getting blurred, he would like to continue reading.
Three days later.
Communication Building.
Jian Qiaoxin leaned on the car's window to sleep, and Nong Bai who drove in front said: "We're here."
Jian Qiaoxin, who was in a deep sleep, didn't hear it, the agent in front of him called for a few more times before completely awakening him.
Jian Qiaoxin slowly woke up: "Hm, we're here?"
"What's the matter with you lately?" Nong Bai took off the sunglasses that were used as a coercion act, and was very puzzled: "Why are you always sleepy at any time in the day?"
Jian Qiaoxin yawned sleepily, and he muttered: "Maybe it's because I stayed up late to read the script and recite the lines."
This reason was decent.
Nong Bai sighed, "It's good to be serious, but don't delay your work. Look at you recently, you either are always sleepy or have caught a cold."
Jian Qiaoxin nodded casually: "Understood, Brother Nong, I'm going in."
Nong Bai came down and opened the door: "We're going to see Director Yan today, please pay attention, I tell you, no one in this entertainment circle dares to play stardom game with Director Yan, even the prince Xiao Zihua would not dare; this time, the famous Jian Xingchen, you have heard of him I believe; Mr. Hou's wife, he also has to come to audition himself, do you understand?"
Jian Qiaoxin said: "Understood."
He yawned again.
Nong Bai: "..."
You're making me worried!
Jian Qiaoxin finally got rid of the nagging agent who was becoming more like an old mother and walked towards the communication building, only to meet Wen Yuan at the elevator entrance.
Wen Yuan wore very glamorous clothes today, and he was in a good state of mind. He glanced at Jian Qiaoxin: "Brother Xiao Xin, are you also here to audition?"
Jian Qiaoxin was not sleepy anymore, he nodded: "Yes."
Wen Yuan curled his lips: "I heard that Director Yan cares a lot about appearance, why don't you clean up yourself?"
Indeed, compared to Wen Yuan's heavy makeup, Jian Qiaoxin's outfit was very simple, he didn't even put on makeup, he just put on a light brown coat and wore ordinary jeans.
Jian Qiaoxin said: "We will change into the required costume for the audition when being asked."
Wen Yuan was a little unhappy, and a gloom flashed across his eyes. Since that day, he also wanted to go back to Yan Gan, but Yan Gan didn't want to see him at all.
What was more---he did not know where his agent got words from, and the agent started to not care about him that much anymore.
Although his current assistant and resources for various projects had not changed, people around him had different attitudes toward him!
Wen Yuan stood next to Jian Qiaoxin and tentatively said: "Brother Xiao Xin, you must have been in a relationship with Brother Jian for many years, yeah?"
Jian Qiaoxin leaned on the elevator railing, and he looked at the number screen: "Why, want to show off?"
"I......"
Wen Yuan's face turned pale and green: "I really didn't do anything with him that day."
"Don't you understand?" Jian Qiaoxin stood up straight a little bit: "There is no need to do anything. The place and scene you two were in, already spoke the truth."
Wen Yuan wanted to say something, but the elevator door opened.
Everyone was supposed to have an audition on the same floor. There were a lot of people who came to audition, and many of them were reciting lines from the script, and they looked very serious.
The door of the audition room not far away was opened, and someone came out to call the next candidate, attracting the attention of others.
It was now Jian Xingchen's turn, who auditioned for the first time. He auditioned for the role of the little son of the Wang family, who was originally an innocent son. This temperament of a well-to-do son was vividly reflected in him.
Jian Xingchen looked lovable and had a pure feeling. The baby's chubby face made people want to pinch, and the whole person exuded a smart aura.
Jian Qiaoxin was watching secretly, and the other person seemed to look over.
Four eyes were looking at each other
Slowly, Jian Xingchen showed a smile, waved at him, said hello silently, and then entered the audition room.
Everyone waited. When the door was opened, Jian Xingchen came out with a smile on his face.
Everyone's heart drummed wildly inside.
The staff called out a name, and it was now some other people's turn to audition. The rest of the people had heard of Yan Hengyang's name, and they were all feeling uneasy in their hearts.
After a while.
"Boom!"
The door was slammed open, and the actor who had just entered came out blushing, his stride was long, his face was angry, and he looked like he wanted to destroy something.
The others looked at each other.
In the morning, dozens of people went in, and in the end they all came out with raging anger.
When Wen Yuan entered, he glanced sideways at Jian Qiaoxin, then entered with a cold snort, and the people outside waited quietly.
Twenty minutes later.
The door was opened, Wen Yuan came out with a pale face, and he left without turning his head. The assistant behind him panicked to keep up, not knowing what was going on and who had made this young ancestor upset.
The person inside came out again and called out: "Number 28, Jian Qiaoxin."
Jian Qiaoxin stood up quickly. He had just changed his clothes. He adjusted his hem and walked in slowly, opened the door, and was slightly surprised.
He saw a huge long table in the huge room with everything on it, like a flea market.
Sitting on the front chair was the director with crossed legs, wearing headphones, and playing with the tablet while humming.
Jian Qiaoxin bowed: "Hello, Director Yan, I'm Jian Qiaoxin, I'm here to audition for Xiao Nei."
"Yeah." A lazy voice came, and Yan Hengyang sat up. The young director looked quite mature, with a half-bearded face, a half-length haircut, and a lazy but decadent air around him.
Yan Hengyang pointed to the table: "Take a look."
Jian Qiaoxin thought the director would let him act out a segment, but he didn't expect the other to tell him to go to the table first. He walked over obediently and saw that it was a basket with densely packed beads, very small beads.
Yan Hengyang said: "Separate them by colors for me."
"..."
Jian Qiaoxin replied with a patient expression: "Yes."
The room fell silent all of a sudden. Sitting on the chair, Director Yan continued to play with the tablet, while Jian Qiaoxin was sitting at the table and concentrated on separating the beads.
The afternoon sun lazily spilled in through the glass, and gently fell on people's shoulders.
Ten minutes later.
Yan Hengyang stood up, he walked over: "How does it go?"
Jian Qiaoxin pointed to a few small bowls next to him: "I've separated a few."
"Yeah." Yan Hengyang picked up several bowls slowly, poured them all back in front of him, and said word by word: "One more time."
"..."
Jian Qiaoxin was feeling a bit angry in his heart. After working hard for a long time, the air conditioner was not even turned on in this room. Even though it was autumn, it was still hot and anyone could easily get upset.
But he always forbeared, and said docilely: "Yes."
Yan Hengyang raised an eyebrow noncommittally and went back to continue playing with the tablet.
Five minutes later, the same was done, but this time it was even more exaggerated, because he dumped all these beads into the trash can, and said coldly: "Why do you keep doing it wrong?"
Jian Qiaoxin said: "If I did something wrong, please point it out for me."
Yan Hengyang smiled at the corner of his mouth. He bent over and pointed to the book on the other side of the table: "If you can copy page 13, then I might reconsider?"
Jian Qiaoxin's fingertips trembled, he glanced sideways and nodded his head half-soundingly: "Okay."
It had been twenty minutes. He walked slowly to another chair and sat down, then began to write. He sat upright, calmly and exceptionally quiet.
Yan Hengyang returned to the chair, but did not continue to scheme through the news anymore, but began to search for Jian Qiaoxin's name on Baidu. [1]
Debuted for 2 years, acting as by-passers for one year, supporting roles for one year.
Participated in a lot of dramas, but not much screen time.
Biggest scandal: cheating in a relationship, but it was soon proved to be faulty.
The room was quiet as if a needle could be heard when it fell, only the sound of the pen rustling across the paper was heard.
Yan Hengyang touched his chin and looked at the table from the corner of his eyes. He saw the young man in a dark green ancient robe lowered his head slightly. His profile was like jade, calm and gentle, and he still kept a calm profile even when faced with all kinds of difficulties, which gave a surprising resilience.
Ten minutes later, Jian Qiaoxin put down his pen, he stood up and walked over, handing over the paper respectfully with both hands: "Director Yan, I have finished writing, please have a look."
"Oh?" Yan Hengyang took it casually, some unexpectedly beautiful and clean words on the paper.
He chuckled with his lips and looked up at Jian Qiaoxin, but he started to tear the paper in his hand, and the sound of the paper being ripped was loud and mocking.
Snow-like shreds of paper fell from his head, and Yan Hengyang raised his crossed legs and said maliciously: "Why, I said I might reconsider, do you really believe it?"
Jian Qiaoxin stood quietly on the spot, full of humiliation, his fingers curled up: "I just want you to give me a chance."
"Isn't the opportunity just given to you?" Yan Hengyang made things difficult: "I'm not satisfied with what you wrote, understand?"
Jian Qiaoxin's voice was dull: "Understood."
He pursed his lips, squatted down and started picking up scraps of paper. During pregnancy, he was emotionally fragile. For a moment, he really wanted to immediately get out of this room and notwithstanding this humiliation anymore.
But his rationality told him to hang on tight a bit longer.
He could not leave, this was his only chance. Anyway, compared to the unfair treatment he had suffered over the years, this was nothing. He had to learn to be patient and to make money to raise this baby in his stomach.
In the huge room, Jian Qiaoxin squatted around Yan Hengyang to pick up pieces of paper. No one rushed him, and no one stopped him.
After a while, Jian Qiaoxin put the shredded paper in his hand on the table beside Yan Hengyang, and he said, "Since you were not satisfied just now, I will write it again."
Yan Hengyang put on the headphones: "Even if you write again, I may not be satisfied."
"I know." Jian Qiaoxin bowed to him: "I just want to ask you to give me a chance. I don't need to audition for the male lead; I'm okay with supporting roles and by-passers. As long as you select a segment, I can act it out."
Yan Hengyang raised his eyebrows: "Do you remember all the lines?"
Jian Qiaoxin said firmly: "Like the back of my hand."
The room fell silent again, and Yan Hengyang yawned lazily, "Go home."
The change was too sudden.
Jian Qiaoxin refused to leave, he still wanted to ask for a chance again: "Director Yan, I..."
"Don't understand?" Yan Hengyang's voice was cold: "Do you need me to send you out?"
Seeing the director's cold expression, Jian Qiaoxin's heart gradually sank, no matter how much he said, his dignity had reached its limit.
Jian Qiaoxin slowly bent over and bowed, then turned and walked out.
The staff called the next person: "Number 29th, come in!"
It had been a day since Jian Qiaoxin came here, now he was getting quite hungry. He walked halfway to the elevator and saw someone bending over, seeming to be vomiting and looking quite uncomfortable.
The man seemed to be in pain as he supported himself on the wall, and Jian Qiaoxin walked over: "Are you okay?"
The person in front of him lifted his face; a round and chubby face appeared in his view. Maybe the person felt a little weak because of discomfort, Jian Xingchen's voice was soft: "I'm okay."
Jian Qiaoxin felt that this person's state seemed a bit familiar, so he hesitantly took out a bottle of water from his bag: "Do you want to drink some water?"
Jian Xingchen hesitated.
Jian Qiaoxin thought he was worried, and explained: "Don't worry, I haven't opened this."
"Thank you." Jian Xingchen thanked him very earnestly. He took a sip from the water bottle and said softly: "You are such a good person."
"..."
Jian Qiaoxin was a little embarrassed: "it was nothing."
Was this man Mr. Huo's wife? He thought the other must be a proud prince, but the person was so gentle and unexpectedly easy to get along with.
Jian Qiaoxin relaxed a little, and he asked: "I remember you... Didn't you end your audition long ago?"
Jian Xingchen smiled slightly, his little face was a little innocent: "I'm waiting for Dan Dan, he is having a magazine shooting a floor up, Dan Dan said he will come to play with me at night."
Jian Qiaoxin thought about who Dan Dan was, but he didn't remember anyone in the entertainment industry who called this, so he nodded out of courtesy, "I see."
"Yeah." Jian Xingchen's gaze flicked over Jian Qiaoxin's belly, he said: "But Dan Dan said that he will be very busy for the time being, so he told me to go first, do you want to go to the manor with me to hang out?"
Jian Qiao was taken aback: "Me?"
To think that such a popular person was in front of him, and wanted to be friends with him. If it was in the past, Jian Qiaoxin would not hesitate; but...he didn't want to approach the person in front of him intentionally, such a pure person.
Jian Qiaoxin looked at his watch: "I will have to decline, I have something to do this afternoon..."
Jian Xingchen dropped his head a little disappointed, and he tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Oh, all right, and here I thought I have finally found someone I can talk about babies with in the future."
! ! ! !
Jian Qiaoxin's eyes widened, his blood rushed up to his head and he stammered a lot: "You... are you pregnant?"
Jian Xingchen nodded generously: "Aren't you?"
"..."
Jian Qiaoxin pointed to the audition room tremblingly: "Yet you still audition?"
"What's wrong with it?" Jian Xingchen looked at him with big round eyes and asked, "Aren't you too?"
"..."
This is different!
Jian Qiaoxin's lips squirmed a few times, trying to say that he was planning to get rid of this new life in his stomach, but he couldn't say that, it was such a dilemma.
After a while, he lowered his head, his eyes dimmed: "I'm different from you."
Jian Xingchen was thinking about something, he touched his chubby little chin, reached out and patted Jian Qiaoxin's shoulder: "Don't be sad, I'll take you to hang out!"
Huh?
Jian Qiaoxin did not get to react when he was pulled into the nanny's car, and he didn't know why he just followed the other person like this.
Jian Qiaoxin said slowly: "By the way, how do you know that I..."
"Oh, I figured it out." Jian Xingchen was very frank: "It is like reading the stars to predict the future outcomes, palm reading and psychic power sort of thing; or, do you believe in monsters, I am a monster, killing people without blinking an eye, eating people without seasoning with salt; finished eating in seven to eight bites, and still be able to eat more."
"..."
I must be dreaming!
Jian Qiaoxin didn't believe it, but he didn't seem to have any other choice. He didn't believe in metaphysics, but... it seemed a bit magical, and he had to give it up.
The nanny's car was filled with aromatherapy scent, which was very calming and relaxing people's nerves.
Jian Qiaoxin was still vigilant for twelve minutes, but now he fell asleep slowly after sniffing the fragrance. He leaned on the soft cushion and gradually fell asleep.
He could still hear the faint whispers next to him in a daze.
Jian Xingchen's soft voice came looming: "He is really carrying my baby's future wife? But why is my baby's wife also a boy..."
Jian Qiaoxin slept very well in this chattering voice.
Once the car stopped, when the driver looked back, he saw that the two pregnant fathers in the back seat were each hugging a small crocodile cushion and leaning against each other sleeping extremely well.
The driver whispered: "Sir, we've arrived."
There was silence in the back seat, and no one responded, and the driver twitched his mouth slightly.
Finally, with the unremitting efforts of the driver, the two sleeping people were finally awakened. Jian Qiaoxin yawned and got out of the car slowly. He hadn't slept so well for a long time.
Today's weather was very good, there were white clouds in the blue sky, the sun was bright, and it gave people a warm and comfortable feeling on a calm autumn day.
The car was parked in the manor, the forest path had been stained with golden color, and there was a big lake not far away, very quiet and relaxing.
Jian Xingchen said: "Follow me."
Jian Qiaoxin followed, and they walked to the lake. Someone had already set up a barbecue rack, which seemed to be preparing for a picnic.
Jian Qiaoxin looked at the amount of food: "Only for the two of us?"
"No." Jian Xingchen sat on a small bench with a fishing rod: "A Jue will come in a bit, Dan Dan, Mr. Fu and Mr. Yan will also come."
Jian Qiaoxin: "..."
He keenly caught the last word: "Mr. Yan? Is it...Yan Gan?"
Jian Xingchen supported his chin and nodded: "Yes."
"Oh..." Jian Xinchen seemed to have caught on something, his eyes staying on Jian Qiaoxin's belly for a while: "So this baby is Mr. Yan's?"
Jian Qiaoxin shook his head suddenly, he shook his head in a panic: "Of course not, not possible!"
Jian Xingchen smiled.
Jian Qiaoxin was hesitating on his spot, then he approached the other. He was a little nervous: "Xingchen, later on...please don't talk to Mr. Yan about this, OK?"
Jian Xingchen put down the fishing rod and said softly: "Didn't you say it's not his? Why do you want me to keep it a secret now?"
"..."
Jian Qiaoxin's face slowly dyed red: "You've guessed it, why are you still making fun of me."
The young man beside him "chuckled" and looked very happy: "Okay, you don't want to say it, I won't say it."
"Thank you." Jian Qiaoxin also took the fishing rod and started to fish, he hesitated: "Aren't you going to ask me why?"
Jian Xingchen simply said: "Don't wanna."
"..."
Jian Qiaoxin couldn't say whether he was happy or sad, but he suddenly felt that it was easy to get along with the person in front of him.
In a leisurely afternoon, the two were fishing in the rocking chairs---actually sleeping.
The fishing rod was put aside randomly, and the two people on the rocking chair slept very peacefully and deeply. When the two men walked slowly over from the tree-pathed road, what they saw was the two "dumplings" on the chair that were shrunk together.
Yan Gan's gaze fell on Jian Qiaoxin for a moment.
Huo Jue frowned: "What you all are doing, bring a blanket over!"
The attendants who were cleaning up the barbecue not far away were surprised. They had been busy and didn't notice that the two young men had fallen asleep since god knows when.
The attendant hurriedly said: "Sorry sir, I will go now."
Yan Gan said, "Wait a minute."
The attendant who was leaving in a hurry stopped and looked back at him curiously.
Yan Gan put his hand in his pockets leisurely, his handsome face gestured to Jian Qiaoxin, and raised his chin: "Get one more."
The attendant was stunned for a second, then replied: "Yes."
After the blankets were brought over, the attendant dared not go over to put them on the two young masters without an authorization, but handed the blankets to the two men.
Yan Gan picked up the blanket on the tray and walked over to the lake with his long legs, shaking the blanket and half covering the person.
The sleeping person seemed to feel something as he slightly frowned, the small fan-like eyelashes trembled, and he grunted twice unconsciously, not sure if he was awake or not.
Yan Gan stood up straight, his eyes fell on the empty bucket on one side, and the corner of his mouth curved up.
Next to him, Huo Jue consciously took Jian Xingchen's fishing rod and started fishing after covering his wife in the blanket. Since Yan Gan had nothing to do, he took off his jacket and put it on Jian Qiaoxin's side, and also picked up Jian Qiaoxin's fishing rod to start fishing.
The lake was shimmering, and a leaf fell occasionally, and the atmosphere was very quiet.
Huo Jue said solemnly: "Is he yours?"
Yan Gan wanted to have a smoke, but considering that there was a pregnant man here, he did not have one: "No."
Huo Jue glanced sideways at him. Although the other didn't say anything, everything in his deep gaze was self-evident.
Yan Gan gave a "tsk".
Although the two were business partners, they had a very good friendship, and they were both ruthless people, so they really had a deep understanding of each other.
Huo Jue's fishing rod moved, and he reeled up a fish: "Since he's not, I will introduce him to some. It just so happens that someone in my family likes to be a matchmaker."
"..."
Yan Gan's indifferent expression was no longer there: "He doesn't need to be matchmade."
Huo Jue raised his eyebrows: "How would you know?"
"He's an artist under my company, how can I not know?" Yan Gan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his "big boss understanding his employee's emotional thinking" principle: "He doesn't need any of it."
Huo Jue's scheming eyes had already seen too many schemes in life: "..."
The two chatted for a while, and time passed quickly.
When the afternoon sun gradually slanted to the west, Jian Qiaoxin woke up slowly. When he woke up, he smelled a scent of grass and wood near his nose, very faint but very reassuring, just like the smell of Yan Gan.
Wait...Yan Gan?
The bewildered person on the chair suddenly widened his eyes, but he only saw the beige men's jacket he was hugging in his arms. Not far away, Yan Gan's back was facing him while the man was looking out at the lake. The man was wearing a pale white hoodie, quite casual. Sitting on a small chair, holding a fishing rod in his well-knotted hands, a few fish swimming freely in the small bucket beside him.
The rocking chair under Jian Qiaoxin's body made some crunching noises because of his movements.
Yan Gan looked back seemingly, and said lazily with a hoarse voice: "Awake?"
"Yeah......"
Jian Qiaoxin looked at the blanket on his body, and said unsurely: "Mr. Yan, this blanket?"
"Do you know why you often caught the cold?" Yan Gan raised his eyebrows: "You don't even cover yourself with a blanket when sleeping, it's not a surprise that you caught a cold."
Jian Qiaoxin: "..."
You're the boss, you're right.
He was rather aggrieved holding the blanket and whispered: "Oh, thank you Mr. Yan for the blanket."
The fishing rod in Yan Gan's hand moved, and he waved: "Go over there and grab something to eat, remember to pay attention to yourself next time you sleep."
After speaking, the man turned around and continued fishing.
Jian Qiaoxin paused for a moment but he did not want to bother the man. He consciously went to find something to eat. He was also very hungry. It could be that he is carrying another life in him now, so he was especially hungry.
The attendant in charge of the food said: "What do you want to eat?"
There were a lot of fruits on the table, but there were some ingredients for barbecue on the other side, raw and freshly caught. After Jian Qiaoxin saw it, his eyes widened, and the nausea rushed up his senses, he covered his mouth: "Um..."
The attendant was surprised: "Sir? Is there something wrong?"
Jian Qiaoxin waved his hand: "No, my stomach...is getting a little upset."
The attendant was silent, and Jian Qiaoxin didn't dare to eat anything anymore, he just put some melons and fruits on his plate, then he went to sit on the side, the barbecue rack not far away had been set up, and the smoke was slowly spreading up.
Jian Xingchen on the rocking chair also woke up.
Jian Qiaoxin sat across from him and ate the apple on his plate, gnawing on it deliciously.
Yan Gan next to him was also tired of fishing. He put down the fishing rod in his hand, and soon an attendant came over and took the bucket. The bucket still smelled of fish, and Jian Qiaoxin put up a lot of effort to suppress the urge to vomit.
Yan Gan wiped his hands with a clean damp cloth and looked at him: "Don't want to try the barbecue?"
Jian Qiaoxin slowly shook his head: "I recently...have an upset stomach."
Yan Gan paused his movement for a second, from Jian Qiaoxin's perspective, it looked like the man must have found him quite troublesome, always getting sick at every chance possible.
Jian Qiaoxin embarrassedly moved his eyes away: "You should grab something to eat too."
Yan Gan didn't say much, only let out an "uhm" and said, "If your stomach is upset, I'll have someone make some porridge for you. Eating fruits like this, don't you know it also contributes to your upset stomach?"
"..."
Jian Qiaoxin felt that when he was with Qiu Jian, he was very good at taking care of others, and he had always been the one to remind Qiu Jian to take care of himself, and he felt very good about taking care of others.
But as soon as he stood in front of Yan Gan, he was like a fifth-level dependency mentally handicapped child and could not take care of himself. Yan Gan always had to tell him what to do, in which he himself was a little doubtful about his own survival ability.
Jian Qiaoxin took a bite of the apple and said softly: "Oh, okay, then I'll stop eating after this one."
Yan Gan ordered the attendant to make porridge, and then left to go to the barbecue grill.
The temperature here was quite comfortable, and Jian Qiaoxin sat here very leisurely, until Jian Xingchen invited him to go to the barbecue.
Jian Qiaoxin hesitated slightly: "You don't get nauseous?"
The energetic Jian Xingchen shook his head: "No, do you?"
"..."
How to put it, his body was quite weak.
Jian Qiaoxin nodded honestly, and touched his nose uncomfortably: "Just by the smell of seafood and raw meat, I feel like vomiting."
Jian Xingchen was being thoughtful for a second, then he quickly took out a small flower from his pocket and gave it to the other: "If you eat this, you won't vomit."
"Really?" Jian Qiaoxin was also a newborn calf and didn't understand anything. He thought it was just an anti-vomit medicine, and quickly answered with gratitude, "Thank you."
Jian Xingchen smiled happily: "No need to thank me, you also handed me a water bottle."
"It's all a matter of effort."
Jian Qiaoxin tentatively swallowed the flower. The taste of the flower was really bitter, but it melted in his mouth, and it was magical. The aftertaste was quite sweet, and he could clearly feel an unknown heat rushing to his lower abdomen, which was extremely comfortable.
Jian Xingchen tentatively asked: "How is it?"
Jian Qiaoxin walked to the table not far away. He tried to take a whiff of the fish and was pleasantly surprised: "I really don't feel like throwing up!"
The two little pregnant men smiled with joy.
Without this worry, Jian Qiaoxin went to the barbecue grill with Jian Xingchen. His cooking skill was fair, and he was also handy when baking things.
It was just that Mr. Huo came over during the barbecue, and the couple was talking with each other. Jian Qiaoxin felt weird for standing around as the third wheel.
Jian Qiaoxin hesitated: "Xingchen, I..."
"Are you going to look for Mr. Yan?" Jian Xingchen looked back at him and nodded: "Go ahead!"
His voice was not low, basically everyone around here could clearly hear it. Jian Qiaoxin was struggling for a moment, and subconsciously turned around to look for Yan Gan.
He saw that Yan Gan was also barbecuing something with the help of the attendants. It seemed that he had noticed Jian Qiaoxin's gaze. He raised his head and looked over. The man in casual clothes was at ease. He was holding the claws in his hand and flipping the food on the grill. Although the action was so elegant, it was not difficult to see that it was going to be burnt!
Jian Qiaoxin blinked and walked over quickly: "Mr. Yan, let me help you!"
Yan Gan paused while holding the claws, and raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you having an upset stomach?"
"..."
Jian Qiaoxin, who was standing still, was starting to get used to this man's attitude: "That was earlier, I'm all right now."
Yan Gan looked around him: "Okay, you do it, let me try your cooking skill."
Thank goodness!
Jian Qiaoxin hurried to take over, and finally understood what a kitchen destroyer is. Yan Gan, you are not only a picky eater, you are also a terrible cook!
The equipment of the barbecue rack was very good, the oil fume was not very big, but the aroma of the cooked meat was slowly spreading out.
"Gurggle"
The sound from his belly sounded at the wrong time. Jian Qiaoxin was stunned. No way, why did he get hungry so quickly? Didn't he just eat an apple?
Yan Gan, who was standing by the table, was playing with his phone. He intentionally or unintentionally looked sideways, and he saw the person standing in front of the barbecue grill with a face of shame.
With a smirk at the corners of his mouth, Yan Gan stepped forward and said, "Is it ready?"
Jian Qiaoxin nodded in a panic, he took a tray to put some on and handed them to Yan Gan: "These are all cooked."
"Ok."
Yan Gan stretched out his hand to take it, then gestured to Jian Qiaoxin at the direction of the table: "Go and eat."
Jian Qiaoxin knew that the man must have heard it, but he was indeed hungry. Since he got pregnant, he felt like vomiting at the sight of meat. Now that he could eat a little bit more easily, he was also very excited.
Looking at the meat on the grill, Jian Qiaoxin hesitated: "But if I go..."
Yan Gan beckoned, and the attendant not far away took the initiative to take over the roasting, so others did not have to worry about it.
Jian Qiaoxin was stunned, but his stomach was clearly gaining the upper hand, so he went to eat honestly.
Sitting on the table, he picked up the meat skewers and ate it. The aroma and condiments of the meat were all in place, and the smell was so delicious that it was heaven!
Yan Gan leaned aside. He was bored of playing with his phone, but he glanced sideways at Jian Qiaoxin. Sitting on the chair, Jian Qiaoxin was eating the skewers happily. His face was delicate, even when he was gobbling up the meat, the action was not vulgar at all, instead it would make people want to eat the food as well.
Yan Gan's urge to tease came up, and he coughed lightly.
Jian Qiaoxin, who was eating meat happily, had caught the man's coughing and looked up at him suspiciously.
Yan Gan tapped his fingers on the tabletop, his face was slightly cool, and he said solemnly: "Little friend, have you forgotten something, you said you help me barbecue?"
"..."
He just forgot!
Jian Qiaoxin's paused his eating, looked at the two skewers left on the plate with grief, really didn't want to give them away.
Yan Gan lowered his voice: "Hmm?"
Jian Qiaoxin reluctantly handed him one, and said softly: "Then this one's for you..."
Yan Gan looked at Jian Qiaoxin, who was full of reluctance but was very honest in his actions. He hadn't been so amused for a long time. Even though he was happy in his heart, Yan Gan still put on a calm face: "That's it?"
Jian Qiaoxin was taken aback, and looked down at his plate subconsciously. There was one skewer left, so he was very aggrieved. The meat was so delicious, Yan Gan, you bad guy!
Handed over the other skewer, Jian Qiaoxin gave the man both of his skewers and said in good manners: "Mr. Yan, please have some."
Yan Gan took them slowly. He took a bite of the meat skewer in his hand, and put the other one back to Jian Qiaoxin: "I don't have any appetite, it's all for you."
Jian Qiaoxin's eyes lit up in an instant: "If that's the case, all right, then I'll eat it!"
Huo Jue, who witnessed everything not far away: "..."
In the eyes of many people, Yan Gan had a side of violence and fierce, and not easy to fool; his other side was elegant and calm, like everyone's honorable son.
However, he actually had a hobby of bullying people who are younger than him.
Wasn't this something that little boys in the kindergarten do when they want to woo little girls?
The barbecue lasted until the evening, but when everyone was packing up, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and gusts of wind were blowing, which was a sign of the storm.
Jian Qiaoxin got some cold winds flashing by him and couldn't help sneezing.
Jian Xingchen hurriedly said: "Stay the night at the manor. There will be heavy rain tonight. It is not safe to go down the mountain. Anyway, the result of the audition will be announced two days later. I'll be staying here for two days. There are many rooms. Besides, if you have a cold. ..."
The pregnant person can't take medicine.
Jian Qiaoxin obviously thought of this, and he was busy memorizing the script for the audition during this period. There was no work for him in the next few days, so he agreed.
A group of people walked into the house, and it rained heavily outside not long after they came in.
Jian Qiaoxin couldn't help but sigh: "The weather forecast said there is no rain tonight."
Yan Gan on the side saw that he was still standing at the door, where the wind was the strongest, and he dragged the person over: "Do you want to catch a cold again?"
"..."
Jian Qiaoxin shook his head: "I don't want to."
The attendant walked over and respectfully said: "Sirs, please come with us, the master has arranged rooms for you two."
This manor was still not small. In the end, Jian Qiaoxin was on the third floor and Yan Gan was on the second floor. From his room, he could see the door of Yan Gan's room, but the man couldn't see his room from there.
Before leaving, the attendant said, "Please let me know if you need anything."
Jian Qiaoxin nodded.
There was a storm outside, but the decoration inside the house was very warm. This was a private manor, probably built by the owner for a vacation home for entertainment, so all the decorations were done in accordance with personal taste.
Jian Qiaoxin had a lot of fun today, and what he ate was the most comfortable meal since he was pregnant, so he decided to take a bath and get a good night's sleep.
He came out of the bathroom and wiped his hair: "By the way, how do I wash my clothes?"
There was no washing machine in the room, but he had to leave tomorrow.
Jian Qiaoxin gave it some thought and decided to go out to find an attendant to ask about the washing machine. If there was none, then he would just have to hand wash them in the room.
Opening the door of the room, Jian Qiaoxin moved his legs and was about to leave. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the doorway to Yan Gan's room.
He saw a teenager with half-clothes standing there. The corridor was always lit with warm yellow lights. The not-too-distant distance caused Jian Qiaoxin to see that the teenager's appearance was good-looking, whether it was his figure or his blushing cheeks; he had a really good grooming.
The door was opened, revealing Yan Gan's figure. The other must have just finished taking a bath. The man's lower body was tied with a bath towel, the well-toned upper body was exposed, the bronze skin was moist, and the water dripped down from his black hair.
Jian Qiaoxin's hand holding the door knob clenched unconsciously.
After a while.
The door gap had widened a little bit, and the boy entered through the gap! Because Yan Gan was on the inside, Jian Qiaoxin couldn't see his face, but all he could see was that Yan Gan let the boy in!
When the door of the room downstairs was closed again, Jian Qiaoxin's fingertips holding the door had turned white.
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Notes:
[1] Baidu - it's Chinese version of Google. Most people would have known this already, but I will just put it here for people who are new to this ^^