He should have followed this sarcastic reply and asked, "Are fireworks also considered flowers?" But Yi Hui looked at those two words with a smile on his lips. He really had no interest in joking.

Among the countless appointments in his previous life, fireworks were one of the ones that impressed him a lot, because it was his wish, his birthday wish for three consecutive years.

In the first year, they lived together not long after the wedding. Zhou Jinheng just didn't have a job for a while, and under the strict supervision of the parents on both sides, he had to stay at home all day and stare at Yi Hui.

It's not that haven't thought about finding common topics, but what can a normal person have a good conversation with a fool? If you don't talk about it, you have to go to bed to communicate. During that time, the two of them did it almost every day. Zhou Jinheng just started to have a strong desire for meat and sex, which often made Yi Hui sore and weak in his legs, so he couldn't get out of bed.

The second year coincided with Zhou Jinheng's filming on the crew, Yi Hui made a cake to find him, mixed in with the fans who visited the class, and almost fell over. After being taken to the crew lounge by the assistant, Zhou Jinheng scolded him in the face, and asked him if he was crazy, and a good home didn't wait to come here, what if he was found out.

Yi Hui felt that he was wrong, but couldn't hold back the grievances in his heart, so he left with the cake in his arms.

He didn't go far, for fear that Zhou Jinheng could not find him, he squatted at the back door of the hotel where Zhou Jinheng was staying. His birthday was at the turn of winter and spring. It was still very cold at that time. When Zhou Jinheng came back from work, he took him into the hotel, who was so cold that he could not speak clearly. His birthday had already passed, and the cake was too squeezed. look.

In the third year, Yi Hui learned to be smart. Fireworks were banned in S city, so he booked a hotel somewhere out of town, inquired in advance where there were fireworks for sale, and bought them when he was ready to go there. Unexpectedly, it was rainy and rainy near the travel destination before leaving, and later even hailstorms came down. All flights to there were cancelled, and the plan was ruined again.

At that time, Zhou Jinheng also made fun of him about this incident: "I don't think you will ever prepare for a successful trip in your life." Seeing that his eyes were red and he was about to cry, he just changed his mouth and said perfunctory, "Forget it, in the future. It's better to leave it to someone else, don't be too busy to arrange it yourself."

Looking back now, this is not wrong at all. Later, before Zhou Jinheng's birthday, he was gearing up to plan again, but before he could deliver it, he encountered an accident.

Yi Hui smiled helplessly, not knowing whether to be happy for his and Ri's enhanced memory, or to be sad because God thought he was not suitable for Zhou Jinheng and tried his best to prevent him from being with him.

When he was still stupid, all he knew that could be called romantic was these few things. Now it doesn't seem to be anything special, but it's something that every couple has experienced, even if he didn't do it with himself, Zhou Jinheng. It must have been done for that person, maybe more than once.

Yi Hui took a deep breath, woke up, and tried to reply in a light tone: Yes, no problem [ok]

After New Year's Day, the Spring Festival is approaching quietly.

Yi Hui is getting busier and busier. In addition to the drafts he received earlier, he also signed up for a board painting competition. Since it is an online selection, the drafts can be sent to the e-mail. There are bonuses for winning.

That is, the competition schedule is very tight, and the manuscripts will be submitted before the year, and the awards will be unified after the year. For the competition, Yi Hui was so busy that his sleep time was squeezed out, and the goose hadn't been released for several days. Aunt Qiu came to visit one day and said that the youngest goose was wilting recently, probably because he missed him too much.

Yi Hui felt very guilty. He took the newly bought rations from the Internet to see his goose. On the way back, he held his mobile phone and complained to He Heng: My goose has lost weight.

Doraemon: I lost weight too.

Yi Hui: [Doraemon is surprised]

Recently, Dora Hen occasionally said something that he couldn't answer. Yi Hui scratched his head and was thinking about how to reply to this unreasonable ambiguous atmosphere without being rude. Dora Hem might also feel this. Inappropriate, he changed the topic first: feed more food, and you will gain weight.

Yi Hui breathed a sigh of relief: Then you should eat more! [Too happy]

I don't know if these words had any effect, but Dora Hem was more diligent, and sent Yi Hui all three meals a day from the next day. In normal times, Yi Hui may not have felt anything, but at this moment, he was frightened by the debt collection by Party A, so he took the initiative to report the progress: the line draft was completed, and the coloring started immediately [Come on]

Dora Hem sent a series of ellipses, and then said: I'm not urging you, draw slowly, I'm not in a hurry.

He is not in a hurry, Yi Hui is in a hurry. Yi Hui saved a lot of work and didn't do it. Although there was no hard time requirement, he somehow felt like the winter vacation had passed and the homework had not started. He couldn't settle his mind. waste time. What's more, this is still a painting for his good friend Hem. He drafted three drawings just for the line draft, and it took several days to revise and revise before he was satisfied.

Back at home, Yi Hui held his chin, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt good, and he said to He Heng, "Wow, it's beautiful, it's really beautiful, and when it's finished, it's another world-famous painting!" [sprinkle flowers]

Doraemon: Looking forward to [rose] [rose] [rose]

Seeing the long-lost rose, Yi Hui guessed that the person on the other side must be laughing, and his mood also improved: Hmph, are you in City S? How's the weather there recently?

Dora Hem: I'm not here for a few days, but I'll be back soon. What's wrong?

Yi Hui: My sister is going next week. It's been so cold recently. I'll help her prepare her clothes in advance.

Doraemon: Are you not coming?

Yi Hui: She is chasing stars, what am I going to do?

The two often talked about Jiang Yimang, and Yi Hui felt that there was nothing to avoid. Anyway, no one knew who was on the other side after unplugging the network cable. This is also learned from Jiang Yimang. His 17-year-old sister has recently become his life mentor. He gave him popular science and various Internet terms, and he did not leave any small gifts. Yesterday, he actually gave him a flashlight to let him He went back up the mountain to pay attention to his feet.

Facing her sister's caring and caring, Yi Hui willingly worked hard for her. First, she helped her to persuade Jiang Xuemei to agree to her going to S City. Although she used the excuse of "playing with little sisters" on the surface, Yi Hui was thinking about chasing stars. It's not just a group of little girls getting together, so there should be no need to worry about safety. In addition, he sponsored the round-trip fare, and also helped to book the hotel, using the money he made recently.

Doraemon: Which star?

Yi Hui thought about it and felt that there should be few people in the whole country who didn't know Zhou Jinheng, so he simply typed his full name.

Doraemon: Oh, your sister likes him?

Speaking of this, Yi Hui was doted on with a little helplessness: more than just liking it, her room is full of posters of his photos, and she bought a camera to shoot him at the front line. A while ago, she said she was going to visit the class, and she still I got a real cross stitch and I'm doing it... I love it so much that I can't wait to marry him [Yunbei]

After a few minutes of silence, Yi Hui thought that He Hen, an ordinary company employee, couldn't understand "frontline", "visit the class" or something. how about it?

Yi Hui was stunned, ignoring how mindless this question was. The first thing that came to his mind was the sentence "You said you liked me" said by the man at the door of the convenience store down the mountain that day.

How bitter it was when heard this sentence, and how dazed it was in retrospect.

But whether he likes it or hates it, it's not something he needs to think about now. Yi Hui retracted his thoughts, took a deep breath, picked up his phone and typed: Very handsome [cute]

When he saw these three words, Zhou Jinheng just said goodbye to the crew and got into the car to the airport.

Hurry up, hurry up, his role was finally finished years ago. Assistant Xiao Lin came to pick him up in person, saw Zhou Jinheng smiling at the phone in the rearview mirror, and said happily: "I'll just say, with your current popularity, fans will not forget you even if you stay in retreat for half a year... I don't believe it. Just wait and see, next week's awards ceremony, the most popular award of the year must be in your pocket again."

Previously, Xiao Lin was concerned about Zhou Jinheng's mental state, but Zhou Jinheng was too lazy to explain, and put it off with the excuse of "I'm worried that no one will know me after a few months of filming." Xiaolin really believed it. These days, I sent him the rainbow fart who was sorting out the super talk from time to time. Seeing that he didn't refuse, he thought that he really liked it without saying it, but no, he was busy on Weibo to review it himself as soon as he came out of the film crew. .

Zhou Jinheng didn't deny it, he focused all his attention on the conversation with ① Xiao Huixia, read the word "pretty handsome" back and forth several times, and the corners of his mouth turned higher.

Previously, he asked Yi Hui's impression of him in a side-by-side manner. Although he only got three words, "Is it alright?", when combined with the current "pretty handsome", is it about equal to "not bad"?

He was very worried about Yi Hui's evaluation of "You are the most reliable" for Dora Hem, even if Dora Hem was a piece of skin he was wearing, he still tasted it very much, and it was himself who wanted to be praised. .

As the chat deepened, it was not that Zhou Jinheng never thought of confessing to Yi Hui. Whenever the words came to his lips, he finally held back. Reason tells him that now is not the time, he has to be patient and behave well, and try to merge "Zhou Jinheng" and "Dora Heng Heng" two seemingly unrelated people into one as soon as possible, so as to make Yi Hui as easy to accept as possible.

Even if you get angry the moment you know the truth, and then you calm down, all you can think of are happy things. The little fool is so kind and soft-hearted, how could he not forgive him?

Zhou Jinheng gave himself a reassurance, clicked the rose expression to go back, relaxed his body, leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes.

Due to the long filming cycle this time, other announcements were delayed. Zhou Jinheng came out of the crew without taking a rest, so he plunged into the busy work at the end of the year.

In less than a week, two commercials were filmed, one interview was recorded, three magazine covers were filmed, and I even took time to be the presenter at a music festival. The fans in Chaohua were both distressed and happy. While shouting, "Brother is thin again, don't be busy and have a good rest." At the same time, they proudly shouted everywhere, "My family, Heng Heng, can't be without him anywhere."

At the end of the year, the major awards ceremonies were very lively, and the most eye-catching ones were hundreds of flower awards. It is said that "the golden flower in the middle of the year and the hundred flowers at the end of the year", the Hundred Flowers Award is not only the acceptance of the achievements made by the film and television industry workers in the past year, but also a decisive opportunity for those who have ambitions and want to create a career to be recognized. The return of a weighty award is undoubtedly a good thing that is both beautiful and gilded.

Therefore, the fans were well prepared. On the day of the awards ceremony, the flower baskets and banners sent by various support clubs filled the venue inside and outside the venue. Among them, Zhou Jinheng's support was the most eye-catching. The huge flower wall with his name and photos was placed at the beginning of the red carpet. Twenty-two hot air balloons were placed in the eye-catching position, which was exactly the age of Zhou Jinheng.

Not to mention other fans, just a few newcomers who have not seen the world for the first time, even if they keep smiling and calm on the surface, they are secretly stunned or sour in their hearts, "It's amazing."

At the moment, Zhou Jinheng himself, the center of the topic, had no time to care about what people outside said, and all his thoughts were on the photos brought by Jiang Yimang.

The photo was just washed out, and the protagonists were all Yi Hui, who was painting, eating, chasing geese with bamboo poles, sleeping all over the place... almost covering Yi Hui's whole day's life, Zhou Jinheng watched He smiled when he saw it, flipped back a few pictures, and frowned again: "He has lost weight."

"I've been rushing drafts lately, I'm too tired." Jiang Yimang, who entered the backstage for the first time, was still a little nervous, looking around and said, "Especially the one you want, my brother painted it very seriously, compared to the one who participated in the competition. You have to be careful about painting.”

Zhou Jinheng loved listening to this, and the smile returned to his face: "Does he like the gift given to him a few days ago?"

"Is that umbrella? But I like it, I can't bear to take it when I open it, and said I want to sleep with Doraemon inside." Jiang Yimang said that he also found it funny, "Later my mother said that it would not be long to hold an umbrella at home. Gao, why did he reluctantly put away the umbrella."

Zhou Jinheng laughed even more when he heard it, and the anguish of not seeing him also dissipated a lot.

This is Yi Hui, this is what his little fool will do.

Before coming to the stage, Zhou Jinheng took out a small box and asked Jiang Yimang to take it back to Yi Hui: "Since you are here, I won't post it this time. It's a bottle of essential oil with a calming effect, you don't mean that he has recently Can't sleep well? He likes sweet ones, so I bought the sweet ones."

Jiang Yimang took it over, envied for a while, then turned to a sad face: "I give him presents every week on average, and he is suspicious, Christmas, New Year's Day, Lidong, Thanksgiving, Laba, Xiaonian... I don't I know what excuses to make."

Zhou Jinheng had a plan for a long time, and took out another bottle and handed it to Jiang Yimang: "Just say you want to buy it yourself, it happens that there is a discount in the store to buy one get one free, and he will definitely accept it."

People are at the awards ceremony, but their hearts are tied to a southern town thousands of kilometers away.

A few hours later, Zhou Jinheng came back triumphantly with the prizes of Best Actor and Popular Actor of the Year. The first thing he did when he got the phone was not to post his acceptance speech on Weibo, but to check on the trumpet account to see if there were any new ones. Unread messages.

No unread news, but one unexpected thing.

Someone posted a long Weibo account, Aite Yihui, and browsed it roughly, which roughly meant that a certain piece of work that was privately requested by the online artist ①Little Huixia copied the painting published by another artist A last year. This piece of work has also been involved in commercial use. It is suggested that artist A can entrust a lawyer to sue the ① Xiao Huixia.

The closed-door contradictions in this kind of circle are generally not seen by outsiders. The reason why Zhou Jinheng can see it is that ① Xiao Huixia retweeted this Weibo and only wrote three words - I didn't.

Looking at the many comments below that were personally attacking before the situation was clear, Zhou Jinheng's forehead was pounding, his heart was hanging in his throat, and he wished he would immediately fly in front of Yi Hui. The little fool is kind-hearted and soft-tempered. He has been bullied a lot in the past. He is worried that he will be alone and do stupid things.

First send a private message to ask, wait left and right, until Zhou Jinheng received a reply from a little Huixia on the highway to the south: I didn't [crying]

His heart contracted suddenly, Zhou Jinheng seemed to see Yi Hui's tearful face through this expression, and his breathing almost stopped for a moment.

He promised not to let him cry, why did he break his promise so quickly?

While telling the driver to drive faster, Zhou Jinheng persuaded himself to calm down and stop messing around, and then quickly typed a line: I know you didn't. Don't cry, don't be afraid, I'm here.

The author has something to say: don't want to lose horse.