How many good brothers do you have? | BL, MTL

Chapter 33: All men in the world like you

The mountain wind was howling in the mountains, and the fallen leaves were blown away. The big yellow dog that had been guarding Jian Shangwen's footsteps curled up its ears and cried twice. Jian Shangwen seemed to want to comfort it. The hand he stretched out hesitated in the air for a moment before slowly falling down.

"Director Shen?" he asked.

Turning slightly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fair and tender profile was like jade in the dim sky. The evening breeze blew across the corners of his clothes, and he stood there like a puppy abandoned on the spot.

Jian Shangwen seemed to have finally realized something in this silence. He stood up straight, like an unbending, stubborn tree, and gently opened his lips: "Why don't you speak?"

Shen Yi said: "I want to see how long you can pretend."

...

Jian Shangwen stopped talking.

The faint smile on his face finally faded away. The endless darkness would make people feel terrified and helpless. He slowly clenched his fingertips, and the pain from there made him sober up a little.

"I think this shouldn't affect the recording of the program." He blinked, lowered his eyes, and tried his best to deal with it. He said in a relaxed tone: "When we get back, we can make a clip. Then we can say that I was alone on the mountain, risking my life to record the blooming of the night-blooming cereus. Maybe it will become a hot search again. Then Director Shen, your program..."

Shen Yi interrupted him: "Jian Shangwen."

It seemed as if someone's sigh was blown away by the wind.

"I suddenly want to know." Shen Yi looked at him and laughed a little bit out of anger: "How did you develop this temper? Aren't your friends around you mad at you to death?"

Jian Shangwen shut up.

He was quiet for a moment.

In the mountain breeze, I whispered, "I have no friends."

It was just a casual remark. Originally, Shen Yi had just asked casually. As a director, he should have been angry about not being trusted and about the hidden illness of a program guest he had signed a contract with. But now, the anger that had not yet started was suddenly extinguished.

The mountain wind blew whistlingly.

Everything in front of Jian Shangwen's eyes was dark. He couldn't even see Shen Yi's expression. He had to figure everything out on his own.

He wanted to take a step forward.

Raindrops fell, and almost at the same moment, he let out a light cry. A strong body approached and carried him on his back. He subconsciously hugged the person's neck, and when he lowered his head, he smelled the light orchid fragrance.

Jian Shangwen was stunned for a moment before he asked, "Director Shen?"

Shen Yi replied calmly: "It's raining, let me accompany you to continue." 

Jian Shangwen paused, then smiled gently. He leaned against someone with a clear conscience and said, "Director Shen is really a good director who serves the people. When I get back, I will send you a plaque."

He carried him on his back, walking steadily on the stone road. The heavy rain fell on his back, but his back was very hot, so he didn't feel cold at all. Unlike Shen Yi, who was always cold and sharp-tongued, his body was very hot.

Shen Yi asked, "Does it really need you to send me?"

Jian Shangwen thought about it and it made sense. This person in the circle had won numerous awards for his works, so he had everything he wanted. The plaque he gave would be considered poor quality if it was thrown into the kitchen for burning.