Heartbeat stalled.

Meng Huo blushed, his eyes flickered, and he accidentally pressed his arm on the doorknob. He lost his center of gravity and leaned back, taking Lu Xinghuai with him.Stumbled in together.

The room was full of darkness, Meng Huo grabbed Lu Xinghuai's clothes, raised his head and kissed him, and let out an unsteady "hmm".

It's been a long time since Meng Huo, like a small animal, is especially attached to Lu Xinghuai's familiar and pleasant fragrance. He holds Lu Xinghuai's face in his hands, and kisses him carelessly but passionately.

Lu Xinghuai put his palms behind his head, leaned over to press him against the wall, and gently sucked the tip of his tongue.

Kiss him tenderly and patiently.

Lu Xinghuai put the room card into the card slot, his eyelashes trembled slightly, Meng Huo was a little uncomfortable with the sudden light.

He buried himself in Lu Xinghuai's arms, and slowly opened his eyes.

Meng Huo was stunned.

It was the room he lived in for several months, but it seemed that many places were different.

For example, there shouldn’t be pink and white roses or balloons on the bed, there shouldn’t be strawberry cakes on the table, and there shouldn’t be so many presents in the corner that couldn’t fit.

Meng Huo bit his lower lip, his eyes were a little hot.

Lu Xinghuai lowered his eyes, and gently wiped away the mist that appeared from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

"Like it?"

Meng Huo nodded vigorously.

Lu Xinghuai squeezed his fingertips, and said with a little regret: "The hotel room is too small, if it's at home, I can prepare better."

According to his idea, if he celebrated Meng Huo's birthday at home, the courtyard should also be arranged in the way Meng Huo liked. Now that there are pink and white roses planted in the courtyard, they should have grown by this time next year.

His house is so big that no matter how many gifts he buys, he can still put them down.

Lu Xinghuai held his hand and walked to the pile of presents in the corner, and sat on the ground with Meng Huo to unpack them.

Meng Huo had never received so many gifts before, and he wanted to tear off the beautiful and delicate wrapping paper in a gentle manner, but in the end he tore it up excitedly, and didn't see the numbers marked on the wrapping paper clearly.

is a game console.

The box is very big, and it looks like the most expensive and latest version.

Meng Huo rolled his eyes and said in disbelief, "Why are you giving me so many presents? I'm not a kid anymore."

Meng Huo put the game console away carefully, and casually took the one closest to him. It was a super thin and light box, and it felt like it contained only a piece of paper.

Only then did Meng Huo see clearly that there was a number on the wrapping paper: 22.

Lu Xinghuai held him in his arms and said softly: "If there is a time machine, I would like to meet you at the age of 21, and also at the age of 20, 19.... I want to give you all the absent birthday presents."

It would be great if could meet Meng Huo earlier.

What would Meng Huo look like when he was a child?

Every year Meng Huo grows up, he is looking forward to having his own birthday party and receiving many gifts and blessings.

With trembling hands, Meng Huo smoothed out the messy packaging paper he had just torn up. The number "5" was still written on the packaging of the game console.

When participating in "Adults Are Not Home", Meng Huo accidentally said that he had never played a game console when he was a child, and he couldn't even play Super Mario.

Meng Huo choked up, his eyes were covered by mist, and he was confused and couldn't see clearly.

"What's inside this?" Meng Huo asked him intermittently.

Lu Xinghuai opened the gift marked "22".

"Cheque."

Another disadvantage of not being able to celebrate your birthday in your own home is that it is inconvenient to remember.

"I bought the permanent right to use this room."

Both gifts and memories belonged to Meng Huo alone.

Meng Huo blinked, his long eyelashes were still stained with tears.

He rummaged through a pile of presents.

"What are you looking for?"

Meng Huo pursed his lower lip and looked up at him.

"What's your 18th birthday present?"

Lu Xinghuai replied without thinking:

"A sports car, I put the car keys in it."

Lu Xinghuai kissed his face.

"When you are free, I will accompany you to get your driver's license."

Lu Xinghuai felt that Meng Huo lowered his eyes, as if he was not satisfied with this gift.

Lu Xinghuai touched his head."Don't like the car? Then I'll buy another one."

Most 18-year-old boys want to have their own car. Lu Xinghuai carefully selected a limited-edition car, and asked someone to customize the tires and interior.

Meng Huo shook his head, it wasn't that he didn't like it.

18 years old is a coming of age ceremony.

Meng Huo thought about it, if he had known Lu Xinghuai since childhood, when he was 18 years old, he would have put Lu Xinghuai to sleep early in the morning.

Meng Huo pursed his lips, stared at Lu Xinghuai boldly and asked him: "Then how old can I be as a gift..."

Meng Huo's voice became softer and weaker, until it was almost indistinct in the end. Lu Xinghuai moved closer and asked in a gentle voice.

"What is it?"

Meng Huo bit his lip, and leaned closer to his ear: "...It's a trick."

The Adam's apple rolled, Lu Xinghuai looked at him deeply, and Meng Huo lowered his head, his head almost smoked from his tiger-wolf speech.

Lu Xinghuai held his hand and put it in the pocket of his trousers, his tender fingertips touched the thin plastic packaging.

Meng Huo blushed, as if he had touched more than one.

Lu Xinghuai stood up, dimmed the lights, and lit the candles on the cake with a lighter.

The cake Lu Xinghuai bought was not too big, but it was Meng Huo's favorite flavor. It was dotted with big, bright and fresh strawberries, drenched in chocolate syrup, surrounded by cellophane, and tied with a velvet bow, delicate and beautiful.

Compared to the mousse cake prepared by the crew, Meng Huo still liked this one better.

Lu Xinghuai blocked the wind with his palm and protected the glowing candlelight. He carefully put the folded little crown on Meng Huo's head, and put it straight.

Lu Xinghuai checked the time on his mobile phone, it was not past 24:00.

"Let's make a wish first."

Meng Huo clasped his palms together, closed his eyes, and made three wishes devoutly.

Then he opened his eyes and blew out the candle in one breath.

Lu Xinghuai twirled a strawberry and fed it to him. The sweetest tip of the strawberry was dipped in cream and syrup.

Lu Xinghuai took a bite out of the cake with a fork and ate it, then put the cake on the table beside him.

He asked Meng Huo softly, "What wish did you make?"

Meng Huo looked at him with wide eyes and shook his head seriously.

"It won't work if you say it?"

Meng Huo nodded.

Lu Xinghuai stared at him with downcast eyes, with a provocative voice and a faint husky smile.

"...Is it related to me?"

Meng Huo rolled his eyes and nodded heavily.

Lu Xinghuai licked his parched lips, leaned over, nibbled on the strawberry, and kissed deeper and deeper.

Lu Xinghuai's kiss seemed to have magic that only he could see.

Whenever Meng Huo felt pain and discomfort and could hardly bear it, all he needed was Lu Xinghuai to kiss him.

Although, the kiss is always smashed into pieces by him.

Meng Huo's eyelids were swollen from crying, and his voice was hoarse. Lu Xinghuai finally stopped when he felt that the magic was about to fail.

Meng Huo was carried by him to take a bath, the hot water slid over his skin, causing slight tremors, Lu Xinghuai kissed him gently and carefully, to comfort him.

He seems to have turned into a princess, he doesn't even have to walk the road by himself, and someone will hug him wherever he goes.

Meng Huo lay on the bed, tugging at the hem of Lu Xinghuai's clothes: "...where are you going?"

He stared at him pitifully with red eyes from crying: "Aren't you going to sleep with me?"

Lu Xinghuai leaned over and kissed his eyes, his voice hoarse: "I'm going to take a bath."

Meng Huo recalled the scene he saw in the shower just now, blushing and let go of his hands.

There was a different sound of water from the bathroom than when he was taking a shower just now.

Meng Huo rolled over with his pillow in his arms

, then took a deep breath, and lay down obediently.

Meng Huo couldn't fall asleep, so he stretched his arms with difficulty to reach the mobile phone on the bedside table.

Both his and Lu Xinghuai's phone cases are of the same solid color, at first glance they look like couple models, they are exactly the same, and they cannot be distinguished.

Meng Huo searched and found which was his cell phone.

He suddenly thought of something, posted on Weibo, and found that special contact.

L010912.

Meng Huo happily raised the corners of his lips.

A loyal male fan, as expected at 0 o'clock yesterday, had already told him birthday wishes!

Meng Huo replied "Thank you!" with a series of expressions of gratitude for flowers and love, while checking the time on his phone.

...It's 2 o'clock.

What have they been doing for so long.

Meng Huo lazily put the phone back.

With a "ding", the phone on the bedside table rang again.

With no strength in his fingertips, Meng Huo stretched his arms carelessly.

"You have a new private message from your special concern @Meng Huo."

Meng Huo frowned slowly, and unlocked with his fingerprint. He just accidentally clicked on the notification, and after unlocking, he automatically jumped to Weibo.

Meng Huo stared at the extremely familiar user id, completely stiffened.

He flicked the screen blankly, the earliest message can be traced back to three years and nine months ago.

Obviously the words and pictures were real in front of his eyes, but Meng Huo felt dizzy in his brain, unable to process any information or load it out.

His fingertips trembled slightly into the homepage of this id.

There are only two people he cares about.

One is @Meng Huo.

One is @Meng Huo single today.

Meng Huo clicked into the homepage of the second id.

He has seen many similar ids in the fan circle.

Did xx break up today?

Is xx married today?

Is Meng Huo single today? This id has been stopped for a whole year.

Calculating the time, it was probably when @圆内热姐 broke the news at 2 o'clock in the morning that he was kicked out by the boss.

The latest Weibo.

@Meng Huo Are you single today: "I'm single, I can catch up now."

Enduring the soreness, Meng Huo quickly got up from the bed.

Staring blankly at the phone page, he didn't say a word.

After a long time, with red eyes, Meng Huo took out the condoms given by the hotel from the bedside table, took more than one, and ran into the bathroom.

The sound of turbulent water was abruptly interrupted.

Lu Xinghuai's self-control couldn't match the little boyfriend's enthusiasm, and they used up the remaining three in the bathroom.

The next day, Meng Huo woke up in Lu Xinghuai's arms.

"Ruined."

Meng Huo buried his face in Lu Xinghuai's chest, his voice was soft and hoarse.

"...I can't seem to get up."

Lu Xinghuai lowered his head and kissed his hair, and said lazily: "Sleep a little longer, the director is sick and will stop working for a day."

As long as Ji Ming has been ill, Meng Huo has lived a life of opening his mouth for food and reaching for his clothes.

In the end, Meng Huo blushed and looked at Lu Xinghuai and assured him, "It really doesn't hurt anymore", before Meng Huo could leave by himself.

When he was bored, he opened presents, read books, watched movies, played board games or game consoles with Lu Xinghuai.

Thanks to the director's blessing, Meng Huo experienced the rare life of a young couple in love for three days.

Three days later, the crew resumed work.

As the saying goes: Anger makes a poet, loneliness makes a philosopher.

In Lu Xinghuai's words, "artists still can't live too comfortably".

Ji Ming and An Lan were immersed in that kind of shock, depression, pain, sadness, regret...

Inspiration gushes out like a fountain.

Meng Huo finally realized how Ji Ming and An Lan worked under normal conditions.

The script no longer changes every day. Although it is nine to five, Ji

The director will not turn off the camera at every turn.

Whenever Ji Ming and An Lan got rid of that kind of fear a little bit, and when procrastination was about to strike again, Lu Xinghuai would come to visit the class under the pretense of pretext.

The staff knew about it.

The marketing account joked that Lu Xinghuai was "Ji Ming's nemesis" and "specialized in treating full-level procrastination". No matter how frequently Lu Xinghuai visited the class, no one said anything, only that Lu Xinghuai went to treat his illness again.

With Lu Xinghuai's frequent efforts, "The Bucket List" gloriously refreshed the record of Director Ji Ming's films with a nine-month filming cycle, and no one has broken it since then.

Hundred Flowers Film Festival two years later

Meng Huo attended with the crew of "The Bucket List", and the day when he wore a hand-sewn suit by Yu Baiyang and walked the red carpet of the charity night seemed like a lifetime ago.He stepped onto the red carpet wearing a tailor-made haute couture made for him by the C brand. Unlike the embarrassment of "entering the palace three times" in the past, facing the flashing lights as bright as day, Meng Huo walked unhurriedly, with a neither humble nor overbearing expression., every step is steady.

"The Bucket List" included many nominations including Best Feature Film, Best Director, Best Screenplay, Best Cinematography, Best Actress, and Best Actor. Meng Huo sat in the audience, third row, Lu XinghuaiRight in front of the row in front of him.

The awards are announced one by one.

The best feature film, best director, and best screenplay were all awarded to the crew of "The Bucket List".

The host on the stage began to announce that "The winner of this year's Golden Rooster Award for Best Actor is...", Meng Huo looked at the screen calmly, aiming at every nominee without a blind spot, unwilling to miss the award presentationThe reaction of each of them in an instant.

The host did not read his name, Meng Huo slightly bent his lips, and sincerely sent his blessings.

Best Actor was awarded to an old actor who has been cultivating the big screen for many years and has finally stepped from a supporting actor to the audience. This is likely to be the last time he will appear in a movie.

In fact, Meng Huo had a premonition that he would not win the award this time, so he didn't even prepare to write the acceptance speech.

Meng Huo watched the old actor walk up to the stage, with tears in his eyes, and said his acceptance speech clearly and firmly. He couldn't help but think about what he would say if one day he won the best actor.

Meng Huo stared blankly at the tall and thin white figure sitting in front of him.

Although he hadn't thought it through yet, he knew that Lu Xinghuai's name would be the keynote of the award acceptance speech.

Later, Joan defeated popular candidates such as actress Ye Zhen and won the Golden Rooster Award for Best Actress.

At the celebration banquet after receiving the award, Joan, Ji Dao, and An Lan were worried about Meng Huo, so they didn't dare to celebrate wildly at first.

Meng Huo stood up, took the initiative to open a bottle of champagne, and ran after them, and the scene heated up.

Meng Huo was so dizzy from drinking that he was sent home by his assistant.

Meng Huo bought his own house in Lu Xinghuai Community with the money he earned.

The assistant parked the car directly in Lu Xinghuai's garage.

Meng Huo laughed when he saw Lu Xinghuai.

Putting a cold hand on Lu Xinghuai's neck, he pecked lightly with his hot and soft lips.

Lu Xinghuai hooked his legs and carried Meng Huo up to the second floor and put him on the bed, but Meng Huo still didn't let go.

Seeing Lu Xinghuai, the little grievance in Meng Huo's heart surfaced.

"...no prize."

Meng Huo slapped himself softly.

Lu Xinghuai kissed him at the place where he was beaten.

"But in my heart, it is the most powerful."

Meng Huo's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Always."

Meng Huo was lying on the bed, Lu Xinghuai put a hot towel on his face, Meng Huo said vaguely, "Don't worry, I will definitely win the prize!"

"Ok."

"...When the time comes, can you give me an award?"

Meng Huo was already dizzy from sleepiness, and fell asleep before Lu Xinghuai could answer him.

Lu Xinghuai looked down at Meng Huo and touched his face.

Instead of presenting him with an award, Lu Xinghuai would rather walk on the red carpet and podium with Meng Huo, and sit side by side in the audience.

A month later, the movie "The Cliff" quietly opened its official Weibo.

Director: @露星

Lead starring: @Meng Huo