A clean and clear whistle sounded in the quiet streets, as if it was instantly cutting a hole for the heavy night.

Liang Sizhe was very focused when he whistled. The song was too long and pulled out from his memory, carrying long-clogged memories. His parents always quarreled so much that he almost couldn't remember that he had experienced such a happy scene.

The song was not very long. After playing this tune, he stopped and was stunned at the air for a while, then turned to look at Cao Ye. Cao Ye was surprisingly quiet tonight, especially after listening to this whistle, he didn't chat with him in a lively manner as usual. Liang Sizhe turned to look at Cao Ye. Cao Ye was thinking about something, and he was also looking at him with a steady expression, his expression was just like the cloud in the sky before.

"What's wrong?" Liang Sizhe smiled at him, "Look at me like this."

Cao Ye blinked, as if he suddenly came back to his senses. The slightly convex Adam's apple rolled under the thin skin, looking in another direction, as if he was dodging: "No, it's pretty good, what kind of song is this?"

The look before dodging seemed to be mixed with something else. I don’t know if it was mixed with the moonlight or the night. In short, Cao Ye looked extremely vivid at that moment.

Liang Sizhe felt that the vividness looked a little different, and he couldn't say it clearly, but it was a vivid method that was different from the usual lively and agile.

When Cao Ye's eyes dodged, Liang Sizhe could see his eyelashes trembling slightly. He felt his heart empty for a moment, and he jumped a few beats before returning to his original frequency.

He also swallowed his throat, lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know, I have heard a violin piece before. If you have time in the future, you can try playing it with the violin."

"Then do you teach me?" Cao Ye turned his face and looked at him and asked softly.

"Yes." Liang Sizhe smiled lightly and looked at him.

The atmosphere is a bit strange. It hasn't been so strange before, but it's so strange that it doesn't disgust. Instead, I want it to stay for a while.

Cao Ye held his arms, leaned down and supported his legs, turned around and looked at Liang Sizhe's face, staring for several seconds.

"What are you looking at?" Liang Sizhe couldn't help but raise his hand and patted his head.

Cao Ye didn't explode or hide this time, but his eyes flashed in the dim night again, and he turned his face and muttered in a low voice: "I think you are too..."

The half-word leaked sounded a little troubled, Liang Sizhe looked at him and asked, "What?"

"No..." Cao Ye said. I don't think you look like a girl either... I originally wanted to say this, but I wanted to say it halfway through my words. I clearly said whatever I thought of before, but Zheng Yin always said that he didn't have a secret in his mouth. I don't know what happened today. I have never felt like swallowing it halfway through.

But Liang Sizhe was really different at that moment. He was stunned at the air, a little sad and gentle, so that his heart seemed to have throbbed quietly inadvertently, and there was an inexplicable feeling in his body, but he couldn't tell what that strange feeling was.

After returning to the room to take a shower, Liang Sizhe turned off the lights when he walked out of the bathroom. When he walked between the two beds, Cao Ye lay on the side on the bed, looking at Liang Sizhe who was approaching through the night and said, "Did you hear it?"

Liang Sizhe paused and looked down at him: "What did you hear?"

"It's raining outside again." Cao Ye's voice was a little sleepy.

Liang Sizhe heard the drizzle outside. This time the rain was not as heavy as the daytime, but the sound of raindrops knocking on the window was still very clear. The night was quiet and it sounded beautiful.

Liang Sizhe half-squatted down at the head of his bed, looked at Cao Ye in the darkness, and chatted with him in a low voice: "Well, that cloud is floating over."

"Your hair is longer than when you were here." Cao Ye said to him. They could only see each other's outlines clearly, and the light flashing slightly in their eyes.

Liang Sizhe replied: "Yes."

"Will you cut your hair in the future?"

"Sure." After going back to Yancheng to go to school, high school should not allow boys to grow long hair.

"I haven't seen you look like short hair."

"I'll see you later..."

"Do you remember to come and take Xiao Xiaobai away?"

“Yes…”

"When an actor is very busy, remember to find someone to feed it to you when you go out to film."

"Yes." Liang Sizhe put his hand on Cao Ye's hair and touched it.

"You touched my hair again." Cao Ye resisted verbally, but this time he still didn't explode and quickly compromised, "Forget it, I'll give in to you, it's better to grow two centimeters later."

Liang Sizhe laughed as soon as he heard this: "What can you do if you don't let me go?"

"If Lin Yan touched my hair, I would definitely fight him, but we had a good relationship, so I'd better give in to you."

"Then I'll touch it a few more times." Liang Sizhe chuckled and rubbed his hair twice.

"Hey, don't be too tempted... I'll hold it up." There was no one in the room, but maybe the night was too quiet. Both of them couldn't help but speak softly. After a moment, Cao Ye asked in a low voice, "Are you nervous during the audition?"

"Yes." Liang Sizhe said.

"Don't be nervous, just pretend that it's me who is holding the camera." Cao Ye said this again.

"Okay, I'll look at the camera as you."

"Well, this is true... Uncle Yin took us to the test show the day after tomorrow. So what will we do tomorrow?"

"Look at the script, watch movies, take a walk, feed Xiaobai..."

Cao Ye continued his words: "If it doesn't rain, climb to the rooftop and blow the wind for a while."

"Okay." Liang Sizhe chuckled.

"Then...good night, Liang Sizhe."

"Good night."

After saying good night, Liang Sizhe lay on the bed, feeling sad as if he was overwhelmed. He had never tasted the sadness before. When his parents left, the despair and helplessness were like a surging tsunami, and in an instant, it was overwhelming toward him, causing him to be swallowed up before he could struggle.

But tonight is different. He was like riding a small boat with Cao Ye, floating on the turbulent sea. It doesn't matter where the boat floats, but now it's time for the couple to part ways all the way, and the storm that followed has nothing to do with the boy.

The boat is still the same boat, and the sea surface is still the unpredictable sea surface, but where should I float on this boat by myself?

It’s really sad to part, I know it for the first time in my life.

Liang Sizhe had never hesitated so. He had always been decisive and straightforward. He never made up his mind to make up his mind. But the moment he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but persuade himself: Why don't you stay one more day? Isn't it time to leave? Let's leave tomorrow, there will always be a way to leave. If it really doesn't work, he knocked Cao Ye out before leaving.

As soon as this thought came out, he soon gained the upper hand in his mind, and almost no other thoughts could be allowed to emerge.

He will definitely leave tomorrow. Liang Sizhe said to himself.

This thought calmed him a little, and his sadness relieved a little. He lay on his side facing Cao Ye, looked at him in the dark for a while, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He was pretending to be in his heart and fell asleep, but he woke up very early in the morning. Liang Sizhe frowned slightly and opened his eyes. When he saw the bed opposite, he woke up instantly.

The bed was empty, and Cao Ye was not lying on the bed.

Liang Sizhe immediately sat up.

"Cao Ye." He shouted, and his voice was a little hoarse after sleeping all night.

No one responded. He got out of bed and put on his slippers randomly. He walked to the bathroom and leaned into the room. There was no one inside.

He was a little panicked, not knowing what he was panicking, so he opened the door of the room and ran out. The three-story stairs ran stumbled and ran to the foyer on the first floor. The morning sun shone through the thick curtains and leaked in. The first floor was dark and unclear, as if he was in a drowsy and unwavering dream.

The waiter in charge of the door was sleeping on the folding bed. He was awakened by the sound of his footsteps. He supported himself with sleepy eyes and asked, "Are you going out?"

"Where is Cao Ye?" Liang Sizhe calmed down and tried his best to calm down his voice, "Have he gone downstairs?"

"You said the boy with you..." the man said yawning, "He has gone out and has left long ago. He doesn't know where to go in the middle of the night..."

“When did you leave?”

"I didn't pay attention. It wasn't dawn at that time, at four or five o'clock...what happened?"

Liang Sizhe didn't say anything, and he stood there in a daze. Four or five o'clock was obviously the time when Cao Ye slept the most, but he left. The person he should have left was himself...

"Are you still going out?" The man yawned again, urging him to "If you don't go out, I'll go to bed."

"You go to bed," Liang Sizhe whispered, "Thank you."

He turned around and returned to the room, took his cell phone and called Cao Ye. He dialed the number and said, "The phone number you called has been turned off."

Yes, Liang Sizhe thought that if he was leaving, he would turn off his cell phone and make Cao Ye unable to contact him.

Liang Sizhe threw his cell phone back on the bed, turned around and glanced around Cao Ye's bed, and then looked at the bedside table. He thought what Cao Ye should leave behind.

The light in the room was too dark and the view was unclear. He walked to the bedside and opened the curtains with a rough movement. The bright morning skylight poured in instantly. The light was so bright that he narrowed his eyes.

When he walked back to the bed, he saw the script resting beside his pillow. He remembered that the script was clearly placed on the bedside table last night.

After a moment of heart movement, he walked over and picked up the script, looked down at the cover, and saw the handwritten lines on it. The font was a bit crooked and could not be said to be beautiful, but it could be seen that it was written very seriously: "Good morning, Liang Sizhe, you must win the Best Actor, see you at the awards ceremony!"

His eyes raised from the script, Liang Sizhe looked at the bright sunshine in the room and suddenly had an illusion that these three months seemed to be just an illusory and wonderful dream that people indulge in.

Otherwise, how could reality be so beautiful that people are reluctant to wake up? Maybe it's really just a big dream.

But the suitcase standing next to the wardrobe silently told him that the three months he and Cao Ye had been with him were real.

Liang Sizhe suddenly thought of something, walked over and opened Cao Ye's suitcase, but couldn't find what he was thinking about, and then opened the door of the wardrobe, reached out and flipped through it, but it still didn't. He hurriedly searched around and dared to confirm that Cao Ye took almost nothing. He only took away two cameras, and there were vivid and real memories that happened between them.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there. The aunt who came to clean saw the door open and leaned in and said, "Can you clean now?"

He stood up and turned to his spirit and said, "Oh, yes."

He stood aside, watching his aunt standing by the bedside and busy changing the sheets. His mind was in chaos and his thoughts were surging.

The aunt moved quickly and packed up his side. She quickly walked to Cao Ye's bedside. Just as she was about to replace the cover, Liang Sizhe suddenly said, "I don't need to clean up this bed."

"Don't clean up?" The aunt turned her head and looked at the pretty boy who was a little absent-minded, and confirmed to him, "Don't you need to change the sheets and quilt covers?"

"Well, no need." Liang Sizhe said.

A long time later, the media learned that the actor Liang Sizhe had competed with Cao Xiuyuan's son as Xiaoman before starring in his debut work "Thirteen Days". They had imagined many complex and legendary processes and fabricated countless behind-the-scenes stories that were alive and dead. After many years, these stories still made the audience talk about them. They like to watch such plots of life-and-death and fiercely ripped together.

But Liang Sizhe clearly remembered that it was the most peaceful morning. He was a little confused and clamped the script of "Thirteen Days" and sat on his own bed, looking at the little wrinkles that fell asleep on the sheets facing the bed, and was stunned for a long time.

After coming to his senses, he knew very well that Cao Ye had left, and in the end the young man gave Xiaoman to him without saying anything.

He walked over and lay on Cao Ye's bed, pillowed on the pillow, pulled the quilt, and smelled the faint smell of shower gel on Cao Ye's body and the slightly sweet smell of coconut milk. He thought maybe when he opened his eyes, Cao Ye was back.

——Take his dog together, standing in the bright afternoon sun at the door and calling his name, the tall boy and half-human-tall dog, looking at it majestic.
Chapter completed!