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Wen Zezong's palms were itchy, and he had an urge to clean up people.

He endured forbearance, and finally only took a deep look at Rong Yuheng, then turned his head and pulled out a small stack of plates from the bookcase and placed it on the table.

"Come and take a look, which one do you want to see today?"

Rong Yuheng rubbed it over, and stretched out a little finger to pull in a pile of plates.

Costume films, modern films, workplace films, sci-fi films... are all serious films, and the nonsense about "small films" instantly breaks down.

Rong Yuheng touched his nose shyly, trying to regain the owner's favor, "You have taken so many subjects, and you are so malleable. You deserve to be the Three Golden Movie King!"

Wen Zezheng did not care about him magnanimously, and by the way took the opportunity to get the hair off his head, "Well, what theme do you want to see?"

Rong Yuheng said, "I don't understand, what do you recommend?"

Wen Zezhen chose a movie about escaping from a deserted island. In fact, this film did not win a prize, but the plot is ups and downs and it is very attractive. He thought, maybe it can improve Rong Yuheng's mood a little bit.

"This is not bad."

Rong Yuheng took care of it very well. Hearing that he had already consciously retracted to sit on the carpet, "That's it!"

A projection screen was hung on the wall of Wen Zezong's bedroom, facing the side of the bed. He turned on the projection, turned off the light and sat next to Rong Yuheng, "Is it comfortable to sit like this?"

Rong Yuheng was taken aback when he heard it.

It may have just been full of "small movies". At this moment, the room was dark, and Wen Zezong suddenly came over and asked in a low voice, he almost wanted to crooked. It took a second to realize that the former said "sitting" of "sit down".

Rong Yuheng turned to "Koke Keke" and shared this colorful joke, "I just thought you were talking about sorrow!"

Wen Zezong, "..."

grass.

He didn't think so before, but when Rong Yuheng said so, he also wanted to get crooked.

After speaking, Rong Yuheng turned back and continued to watch the movie, "It's not uncomfortable to sit down, your carpet is quite soft."

Wen Zezhen said, "...oh." He originally wanted to ask if he wanted to sit on the bed, but now he can't ask.

The more we talk about it, the stranger it gets.

In a dark environment, ambiguity seems easy to breed. The light from the projector was flickering and dimming, showing faintly in a closed room. The light on Rong Yuheng's profile was particularly moving.

Wen Zezhen only glanced sideways, and felt his heart beating thunderously.

He leaned in secretly, their arms pressed against their arms.

If Rong Yuheng felt something, he turned his head and glanced at Wen Zezheng, without saying anything. He also had a subtle sense of satisfaction and intimacy in his heart, as if he had exclusively enjoyed the unknown side of Wen Zezheng.

…

At the beginning of the film, a group of people were washed up on this unknown island by wind and waves, and then gradually became aware of their situation. The men are in charge of going out to find the way, while the women stay on the shore and put up firewood and smoke for help.

The terrain on the island is dangerous, the **** is full of low shrubs and sharp branches. The character played by Wen Zezong is sliding down a low slope, and his clothes are tattered by the sharp tips along the way.

Rong Yuheng felt pain when he looked at it, turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Is it really shot like this?"

Wen Zexuan nodded, rolled up his sleeves, and showed him where his elbows were in bright and dark light. "At that time, a barb went in from here, but you can't stop during the shooting. Wait for this one. After the director team came to deal with it for me. Fortunately, there was no infection."

Hamster Rong played his subjective initiative intimately, reaching out and rubbing his arms, "What a gritty owner!"

The corners of Wen Zezong's mouth rose up, and he put his entire arm into Rong Yuheng's arms, making people embrace him.

Rong Yuheng's arms were suddenly full, and he felt quite comfortable, so he just continued to watch the movie with his arms around him.

As the plot progresses, hidden crises gradually emerge: unknown insects, poisonous plants, deadly terrain, and people gathering together with different purposes... The external environment is quite harsh, but the hearts of the people are even more unpredictable.

The first person killed was actually killed by a teammate on the way out to find food.

A broken branch with a sharp wooden thorn on the top. Puncture hard from the artery on the side of the neck, and it will kill you.

Seeing this scene, Rong Yuheng immediately picked up Wen Zezheng's arm to block it in front of him, and forced him to use sound waves to dispel his fear, "I can't see, I can't see!"

Wen Zezhen, who was close to him, was almost deaf...

Wen Zetong turned to him, "If you are afraid, change one, or skip it."

Rong Yuheng squeezed onto Wen Zezhen, "I'm not afraid, we are so powerful!"

"..." Wen Zezhen felt that the groove was too mouthless for a while, so he simply didn't.

Rong Yuheng made another "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Wen Zezhen felt that he was too worried, and Rong Yuheng didn't need to adjust his emotions by himself. He could create a happy castle by himself.

A thrilling and slightly suspenseful escape movie ended under the pressure of Rong Yuheng, and the whole atmosphere was incompatible with the tense rhythm.

Wen Zezhen got up and turned on the light. The light was bright, and the stray atmosphere between the two disappeared.

Rong Yuheng suddenly saw the light again, still a little confused, sitting on the ground like a little dementia, looking at Wen Zezong.

Wen Zezhen said, "It's almost nine o'clock, are you hungry? I'll give you all night supper."

Rong Yuheng touched his belly, "a bit hungry."

Wen Zezhen frowned, "Have you had dinner?"

Rong Yuheng shook his head.

He originally planned to have dinner after talking with Rong Congyan, but cried for an hour after the call. After crying, he came directly to Wen Zezheng's house to watch a movie, so he has not eaten anything yet.

Wen Zezhen pursed his lips, walked over and lifted Rong Yuheng to sit on the bed, "Why didn't you say it earlier, I thought you had eaten it."

Rong Yuheng lowered his head and lifted his hands, "I was not hungry just now."

Wen Zezong issued a faint condemnation, "It seems that I, the owner, is very irresponsible."

Rong Yuheng said hurriedly, "No, no, you are an out-of-print **** owner!"

Wen Zezhen really couldn't help Rong Yuheng. His little anger was smoothed by these few words, "I want to eat something, I will make it for you." As he said, he opened the screen again, "I said, I He can cook and mop the floor, so it’s livable."

Rong Yuheng thought for two seconds, and suddenly there was a touch of excitement in his eyes, "I remembered a sentence."

Wen Zezhen showed doubts in his eyes.

Rong Yuheng seemed to be sharing the heavenly joy, and he danced happily on the bed, "I'll give you something to eat-Kokokoko...!"

Wen Zezong, "..."

Wen Zezong's eyes were faint, "You can eat if you want."

Rong Yuheng sighed, "Looking at your reaction, I definitely didn't understand it."

Wen Zezhen turned around and walked outside, leaving a lightly sentence, "Well, I didn't understand it."

…

In the end, Wen Zezong prepared a bowl of noodles for Rong Yuheng. The ingredients were filled with enough ingredients, eggs, vegetables, ham, bacon, and a few slices of tenderloin were fried and placed on the noodles.

He is already a qualified "out-of-print fairy feeder", and he must ensure that his pets have a balanced diet.

Rong Yuheng probed his head on the door frame of the kitchen, and the kitchen was filled with heat and fragrance. Wen Zezheng, a dignified actor, was wrapping vegetables around his waist at the moment, and the smoke and fire all over him revealed a special charm.

Rong Yuheng looked at the large bowl of noodles, his saliva gurgled in his throat, "It's okay, it's okay, it's already great."

Wen Zezhen turned his head and asked him, "Are you jealous? Give you some more."

Rong Yuheng said, "I love to eat."

Wen Zezhen nodded, and while adding jealousy to him, remembered in his heart: His hamsters are jealous, and he will keep a distance from others in the future.

A bowl of noodles was served on the table, and before Rong Yuheng took it off, the aroma attracted the big white goose who was secretly squatting.

Wen Zhongyun secretly touched it from the dark living room, and quietly appeared at the dining table, his old eyes were bare, like a walking emoticon:

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Wen Zhongyun said quietly, "It smells so good..."

Rong Yuheng was taken aback by Wen Zhongyun who flashed for a second! The hand holding the chopsticks shook, and he almost lifted the bacon into the air.

He settled his mind, and tentatively said, "Uncle, do you want something too?"

Wen Zhongyun waved his hand, "Oh no, no, no... I have had dinner, and when I get older I can't sleep if I eat too much at night."

Wen Zezhen was very tired, "Dad, don't show up suddenly, it's scary."

Wen Zhongyun was still quibbling, "I didn't appear suddenly, I emerged from the darkness bit by bit."

Wen Zezong & Rong Yuheng, "..." Isn't that even more scary!

Rong Yuheng was a little embarrassed, but he was caught by Wen Zhongyun when he let Wen Zezheng cook at night.

As shameless as he felt ashamed, he was holding a big bowl, his head almost buried in the bowl,

"I was so hungry, so I... Mr. Wen cooked me noodles. After I finished eating, I went to clean up the kitchen. Thank you for the hospitality."

Wen Zezheng feels amused every time he sees Rong Yuheng's polite look, "I haven't eaten dinner, wouldn't I be hungry and stupid if I didn't eat anything. You don't need to clean the kitchen, I can clean it later."

Wen Zhongyun immediately criticized Wen Zizhang when he heard the words, "Why do you make the children hungry until now?" He was heartbroken, "Since you have brought people home, you have to take care of them. This is the way of hospitality!"

Rong Yuheng hurriedly rectified Wen Zezong's name, "No, no, I was hungry just now! I was hungry too late, and I would trouble Teacher Wen to cook for me now."

Wen Zhongyun's expression eased, he rubbed Rong Yuheng's head, "Oh, then you eat more, there is no meat on such a small doll, and the clothes are empty and chatty."

"..."

Seeing that Rong Yuheng's hair was rubbed up, Wen Zezhen hurriedly rescued him, "Dad, you let him eat well."

"Good goose, good goose~" The old artist slowly walked out unwillingly...

When Wen Zhongyun walked to the entrance of the dining room, he suddenly turned back—

Under the warm orange light of the dining table, a bowl of steaming face was filled with white smoke, blurring Rong Yuheng’s clear facial features, he snores his face, Wen Zezhen leaned on the table and looked at him with his eyes. Gentle and focused, with a rare grin on the corners of his mouth.

Wen Zhongyun's heart moved, and his eyes became moist.

He is not Alzheimer's, he just sees a beautiful baby and happily let his son take it home. From the bottom of Wen Zhongyun's heart, he was grateful to Rong Yuheng. He felt that his son was standing next to Rong Yuheng, and he had the vigor of a young man.

He was busy with drama in his early years and didn't take care of Wen Zezong. In a blink of an eye, his son grew older, and he was obviously more than twenty years old, but he was more stable than him.

Every time Wen Zhongyun saw such Wen Zezheng, he felt owed in his heart and felt very uncomfortable. He was sometimes noisy on purpose, but he didn't seem to make Wen Zezong lively.

Wen Zhongyun turned his head and returned to the room.

No matter what kind of feelings Wen Zizhang is, it's fine. As people grow old, they only hope that their children will live happily.

…

Rong Yuheng on this end was still sucking his face.

In the bottom of his heart, he frantically blows a rainbow to Wen Zezong—the fairy feeder, the fairy feed! Loved love.

Wen Zezhen looked down at him for a while and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Rong Yuheng raised his head with his face in his mouth, as if holding a waterfall, "Good time!"

Wen Zezhen saw that it was inconvenient for him to speak with his head up, so he opened the bench and sat down, holding his chin to watch the latter eat, "Well, eat more."

Rong Yuheng nodded, his cheeks were stuffed with bulges, and his small mouth was shiny, which made people look appetite.

Wen Zezong suddenly thought of Xiaotang's "beautiful meal", and his heart was itchy for a while.

Rong Yuheng frantically inhaled most of the bowl of noodles, and he was almost full. But he was too embarrassed to dump the rest, so he could only sip it.

Wen Zezheng asked, "Are you full?"

Rong Yuheng paused for his noodle movements and carefully peeked at the former's face.

Wen Zezhen smiled, "Don't hold on to it if you can't eat, I've already cooked a lot."

Rong Yuheng was very heartbroken holding the bowl of noodles, "I can't bear to waste the fairy feed!"

Wen Zezheng heard the words, and as soon as he stretched out his long arms, he pulled the bowl to him, "I will eat the rest and don't waste it."

…Rong Yuheng was stunned!

He held his chopsticks and looked at the scene in front of him, only to think that Wen Zezhen wanted to eat the leftover noodles he had eaten! ?

"Owner, it won't be enough... You said earlier, we can eat separately."

Wen Zezhen took away the chopsticks in his hand, picked up a noodle from the bowl and delivered it to his mouth, moving naturally, "I'm not hungry, I want to eat too if you eat well."

Rong Yuheng's brain was still stuck. Hearing this, he let out a "Oh" and thought: Cao, Wen Zezong is really eating his leftover noodles!

On the side, Wen Zhezheng spoke calmly, thinking in his heart: Grass, rounding is kissing!

The two of them finished the noodles thoughtfully and tidied the kitchen.

It was already ten o'clock and the sky outside was completely dark. Rong Yuheng took a look and said, "I'll take a taxi and go back. Don't send me off. It will take an hour to go back and forth."

Wen Zezhen untied his waist and hung it on the shelf, and paused when he heard the words. He moved his throat and pretended to say casually, "It's too late. It's not safe for you to go back. Just sleep here today."

Rong Yuheng was silent for two seconds, and then he was embarrassed.

"But I didn't bring toiletries or a change of clothes."

Wen Zezhen said, "There are new toothbrush cups at home, I will go downstairs to buy you pants, clothes you...you wear mine."

Rong Yuheng licked his lips and bowed his head shyly, "I'm too troublesome for you, isn't it okay..."

When Wen Zezhen saw him showing this face, he knew that it was a fake polite again, and his heart suddenly blossomed, "It's no trouble, there are convenience stores in the community. You go wash it first, and I will buy it now."

He paused and coughed, "...what size do you wear?"

Rong Yuheng's goldfish brain worked for a few seconds, then he gave up after thinking to no avail. His clothes and pants were all bought by the servants at home before, and he didn't specifically look at the code.

Rong Yuheng pulled open the waistband of his trousers and moved towards Wen Zezong, "Look, is there a label on the back?"

I am grass.

Wen Zezhen's face became hot!

Rong Yuheng's waist is thin, but his buttocks are plump and fleshy.

At this moment, he was so tall, his trouser waist pulled up, and Wen Zezhen could see the looming ditch...

Wen Zezhen took a quick glance and then withdrew his eyes, his lower abdomen was faintly hot, "Okay, I see."

Rong Yuheng, "Then I'm going to take a shower, where is the bathroom?"

Wen Zetong led him into the bathroom attached to the bedroom, "Wash in my room. This is a dirty clothes basket. All the toiletries over there can be used. There are new towels in the cabinet, whatever you like. Anything is fine."

Wen Zezhen quit after speaking, "I went downstairs. It will take about ten minutes to buy it back. Don't wash it too fast."

Rong Yuheng stood in the bathroom and waved at him "Ke Ke", "I know I know, otherwise it will be frozen!"

Wen Zezong, "..."

The fire that Wen Zizhang had just ignited hadn't extinguished, so he stared at Rong Yuheng warningly at this moment, "No more coloring."

Rong Yuheng seemed to be deprived of his great happiness, "Why!"

The bathroom door closed with a "click", leaving only a word from Wen Zezong, meaning inexplicable:

"It hurts others and hurts itself."

The author has something to say: Now—Wen Zexuan: I'm going to die.

Later-Rong Yuheng: I'm going to die...