I’m Afraid It’s a Salted Fish

In front of the Thapae Gate moat in Thailand, countless river lights float and drift, converging in the center of the river and flowing away.

The light and fire on the river intertwined with each other, reflecting the happy and expectant faces.

Two ordinary tourists huddled in the crowd, clenching their fingers.

In a pair of intimate red men and green women, the combination of the two men looks a little awkward, not to mention that one of the gods secretly revealed only half of his face.

Judging from his forehead and eyes, it was a pretty and pretty guy.

Two white girls next to the same water lamp were staring at them.

Song Zhihuai noticed their sight and bit her ear with Chi Song: "Aren't they recognizing you?"

Chi Song pulled the scarf up, and his voice was softened by the wool, and it looked more gentle and lovely: "...how could it be."

Song Zhihuai took off the stocking cap that was worn on his head, spread his hands apart, and put on Chi Song: "...just in case."

He rubbed Chi Song's ears with his hands, frowning unconsciously, and squeezed his earlobe and rubbed: "The ears are so cold, just put them on."

Chi Song hasn't loved Song Zhihuai in public for such a long time. It's exciting and shy. Even Song Zhihuai's eyes dare not look at him.

Song Zhihuai thought that Chi Song was so cute as a small animal. He simply pulled down his stocking cap and covered Chi Song's eyes.

Chi Song naturally stretched out his hand to support his hat. As soon as his hand was raised, he was caught by Song Zhihuai.

In the crowd of people, Song Zhihuai pressed his scarf down a little bit and kissed it.

Lovers are kissing all around, so Chi Song they don't look very eye-catching. Only a few girls nearby noticed the gender of the kissing parties, screamed with their faces, took out their phones to take pictures of them.

Chi Song was terrified when he heard the shutter, but Song Zhihuai calmly ended the point-to-stop kiss, and blocked Chi Song’s face again, and went to speak with the Asians in English. The girl negotiated and said that she wanted to take a look at the photo and hoped that they would not post the photo on social networks because his lover is a very shy person.

Song Zhihuai, who wore gold-colored glasses, was gentle and gentle, and a few sisters took out their mobile phones to show him embarrassedly and deleted the photos.

Chi Song stood aside, hands in his hands. In the down jacket pocket, he lowered his head and stepped on his shoelaces to play, his face burned strangely hot.

While he was alone, one of the white girls observing Chi Song came forward just now.

She is wearing a small linen-colored curly hair and has freckles on her face, which looks like Chi Song's age.

When she came over, Chi Song was nervous.

But when the girl came over, she just expressed his blessings in English very softly: "I wish you and your lover good luck and happiness forever."

Chi Song was stunned for a long time, and a hearty smile burst out, responding to her in English: "Thank you."

The girl gave him a thumbs up and walked back to her companion with a smile, leaving the brightly lit river bank.

In a foreign country, on a night where everyone can make a wish, this kindness from strangers makes Chi Song warm in his heart.

Soon, Song Zhihuai returned and smiled and touched Chi Song’s kissed red lips: "Is it exciting?"

Chi Song deliberately put a face on his face: "This is not allowed in the future. In case someone is recognized..."

Song Zhihuai tried to tease him: "Is it exciting? Do you like it?"

Chi Song ignored him, turned his head and took his hand.

After a few seconds, he responded to Song Zhihuai with an imperceptible tone: "...um."

...It's exciting, I like it.

Chi Song and Song Zhihuai bought the river lantern, and it was easy to squeeze to the river.

Song Zhihuai fancy a super-luxury river light ship, priced at 5,000 baht, converted into soft sister coins for 1,000 yuan, lights and willows, draped with flowers and garlands, far-sighted in the past reveals a rotten atmosphere of capitalism , Very in line with Song Zhihuai's aesthetics.

However, Chi Song likes the universal 500 baht lotus river lantern. It feels like that. It's like a river lantern. Song Zhihuai's gadgets don't feel like they are used to make a wish.

Song Zhihuai is quite sloppy: "He Shen also knows that things are cheap. Sincere and insincere, just look at the price of the lamp to know."

Although Chi Song thinks this is ridiculous, he has to admit that the one who makes a lot of money at home is the master.

In the end, Song Zhihuai bought the lantern boat worth 5,000 baht.

Chi Song held a slap-sized lotus river lamp. After lighting it, he silently made a wish and put the lamp into the water cherishly.

Song Zhihuai kept carrying the lantern boat and watched Chi Song make a wish. Until Chi Song was about to get up, he stretched out his hand and gave him a hand. He was afraid that he would squat together with uneven force and hurt his knee again.

Chi Song put the match in his pocket and held his hand in a sigh of relief: "You're quick to release."

Song Zhihuai said: "No hurry. Wait until your river lantern drifts away."

When Song Zhihuai's lantern boat was launched, Chi Song realized why he had to wait for his river lantern to drift away.

The light boat was very delicately made. When the LED lights were turned on, it was called a dazzling light, and it set off the surrounding river lights extremely cold.

Chi Song: "..." See, this is the evil power of capitalism.

Song Zhihuai closed his eyes and made a wish seriously before pushing the shiny light boat moored on the shore to the center of the river.

Seeing a thousand soft sister coins glowing and shining away, Chi Song felt a little pain.

Song Zhihuai naturally put Chi Song's hand in his pocket and smiled at him: "Go, go shopping."

"What did you make?" On the way back, Song Zhihuai asked Chi Song.

Without waiting for Chi Song to answer, Song Zhihuai said: "I promised..."

Chi Song hurriedly took his hand out of his pocket to cover his mouth: "Can't say, it won't work if you say it."

Song Zhihuai smiled: "Walk around, don't say... Do you want to drink fresh coconut?"

He pointed to a roadside stall.

Chi Song touched his belly filled with various Thai snacks and weighed his weight and appetite for a long while before he licked his lips and nodded.

When Song Zhihuai bought the coconut and walked back, Chi Song's mobile phone vibrated in his pocket.

Chi Songyi looked at the telegram as "Sister Yaming" and immediately picked it up.

Thailand’s Sky Lantern Festival is extremely lively, and the streets are very noisy. Chi Song turned the voice to the maximum to barely hear Zhou Yaming’s voice.

Zhou Yaming asked: "Did you let go of the lights today?"

Chi Song rubbed his red nose, afraid that Zhou Yaming wouldn’t hear it, and replied loudly: “Well, let it go. There are three days in the event, let’s put the river lantern on today, and put the lantern on tomorrow!”

Song Zhihuai put the fresh coconut with a straw on Chi Song's lips. Chi Song took a few sips, and the thick and refreshing coconut fragrance spread in his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and said to Song Zhihuai that his mouth was "delicious".

Zhou Yaming said something there, the environment was noisy, and Chi Song was a little distracted. He failed to hear what she said.

Chi Songlue slightly raised his voice: "Sister Yaming, what are you talking about?"

Zhou Yaming repeated: "Congratulations, Chi Song, on the National Drama Celebration on January 1 next year, you have been nominated for the annual acting leap actor."

Holding his cell phone, Chi Song stood in dumbfoundedness on a bustling, exotic street.

He courted Zhou Yaming in a courteous manner. When he hung up the phone, his ears were still buzzing.

Song Zhihuai was a little worried: "What's wrong? What did Zhou Yaming say?"

Chi Song said to himself: "...I was nominated for the award?"

This is not the first time Chi Song has won an award, but this time it is likely to be the first decent award he won in his adult life.

Song Zhihuai was more surprised than Chi Song: "... lying down, so fast?"

Chi Song: "???

Song Zhihuai frowned, holding Chi Song's hand: "The wish I just made is that you hope to win an award next year. ... Walk around, we will go back and make a wish."

Chi Song was stunned for a moment, reached out and squeezed Song Zhihuai's warm palm, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly expanded: "Well, I have to make a wish."

Because Chi Songxu's wish is to make Song Zhihuai's dream come true.

Perhaps it was because that night was so effective that when the awards process began at the National Theatre Celebration, when I heard that I was voted as the "Annual Acting Leaping Actor" this year, Chi Song's heart did not fluctuate too much.

The guests who gave awards to "The Acting Leap Actors of the Year" were an actress with thirty years of experience in performing arts, and Mr. Sun Guangren and Mr. Sun Lao.

When Mr. Sun took out the names of the winners from the sealed letter and reported the word "Chi Song", the audience cheered and applause.

Regardless of how genuine or false the applause and cheers were, Chi Song still stood up and bowed gracefully to everyone.

As the representative of Nebula Entertainment, Song Zhihuai sat in the forefront of the national opera celebration.

Chi Song, ready to take the stage to receive the award, left his seat and happened to pass by him.

After the eyes of the two crossed, Chi Song lowered his head and his ears turned slightly red.

Before going out this morning, Song Zhihuai chose the tie for him.

...The tie buckle of the two is still a couple.

Song Zhihuai sat in his seat and looked up to Chi Song on the stage.

Today Chi Song is wearing a suit. He rarely cleans himself up, but people rely on clothes, horses and saddles. This suit has an upper body, and his waist is extremely thin. His skin is also shining white against the dark blue. It looks cute and has a sense of abstinence.

Sun Guangren was obviously satisfied with the result of this selection. Old Sun, who was always a little talked about in public, even made a rare speech before handing over the microphone to Chi Song: "This time Chi Song’s nominated work, "And "Kong Ming Suo", I'm following. After reading it, I dare to assert that next year's Chi Song will bring more surprises to the audience in acting."

He of course refers to the work "Deferred Graduation" scheduled to air next year.

Sun Lao's position and vision in the industry are extraordinary, and the remarks made an uproar.

After briefly talking about his feelings, Sun Lao handed over the microphone to Chi Song.

The female guest took the opportunity to answer the words: "Chi Song, won this award, do you have anything to say?"

Chi Song has been standing there quietly since he took the stage, like the little white poplar. Now that the microphone is in his hand, Chi Song still feels a little nervous. When he started speaking, his voice was a little trembling: "Thanks to the jury and the audience My affirmation..."

His eyes swept off the stage.

Lu Yuan is sitting in the director's seat, next to him, sitting with him in the same suit Ling Lixing.

If there is no accident in "Kong Mingsuo", it will surely be able to win the "Best Internet Drama of the Year". Therefore, Lu Yuan is not nervous at all.

Chi Song's eyes turned again and fell on Song Zhihuai in the front row.

He only looked at himself tenderly, with infinite encouragement in his eyes, so that Chi Song's throbbing heart gradually calmed down, sliding from the throat back to the chest.

Before coming, Zhou Yaming had already let him memorize the award-winning words and did not fight the battle without preparation. If he nominates successfully and wins an award, he will not be speechless after taking the stage.

Chi Song is an actor. These lines are too simple for him, and he quickly thanked all he should thank.

The testimonial time is only two or three minutes. After memorizing all the award-winning words, Chi Song still has about twenty seconds left.

He squeezed the microphone tightly, raised his breath, and said something that was not originally in the speech: "...in the end, I have another sentence to say to someone who is very important."

Underneath, Song Zhihuai suddenly had some wonderful hunch, his hands crossed, resting on his chin, looking towards Chi Song, who was now shining in the spotlight.

"My Chi Song is one of thousands of stars, but..."

Chi Song took another deep breath.

The French language taught to him by the French female photographer who shot his cover in "Stylish" poured into his lips.

That sentence, he once said to Song Zhihuai thousands of times in his dream.

Now, under the high-profile situation, surrounded by long guns and short guns, he spoke out seriously in French and meticulously said the words he had practiced countless times, facing Song Zhihuai under the stage.

Regardless of how the media would answer and analyze his sentence, at this moment, Chi Song only wanted to say the one that should have been said long ago to the person who made the wish for him for 5,000 baht.

"...But you are my only one."

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