Siyu put makeup on Shen Jue. When applying makeup, he was very serious. He slowly painted the face of his hand one by one. After finishing the makeup, he took out the wig set and wig piece, and gave it to Shen. After Jue used it and everything was dressed up, he turned the face under his hand to the mirror, "Does it look good?"

With the two faces next to each other, Shen Jue's makeup is softer than Si Yu's heroic makeup today.

"This is the makeup in "Si Fan", I think you should be very suitable, so I put it on for you." After Si Yu finished speaking, he turned around and went to the hanger where the costume was hanging. He took a costume and came over. "Come on, put it on and take a look. These are my own costumes, don't worry about getting dirty."

Shen Jue wore Shang Siyu's costume, I have to say, it fits well, and the embroidery on the costume and the exquisite buckle all reveal the luxury of this costume.

Si Yu gently touched the embroidery on the clothes with his fingers, raised his eyes and smiled at Shen Jue.

When Fan Chen tempted that little nun who knows nothing about world affairs, did he laugh like that?

...

Things are not going well, especially in this place where people are likely to break in.

A set of brushes for makeup on Siyu is specially made, only one set in the world, and Siyu's name is also engraved on the brush. With his long eyelashes down, he used a brush dyed with red oil paint to paint on the snow-white drawing paper in his hand, and the brush drifted across the towering ridges on both sides of the shallow valley.

Red is like maple in autumn, adding other colors to this drawing paper.

It was just that the drawing paper was shaking so badly that he had to stabilize it.

Siyu's brush went to the cliff at the waterfall, where he drew a delicate and magnificent flower, the flower is fascinating, the paper is pure white, mixed together, red and white, whoever is better, I am afraid only The painter Si Yu knows.

After that, Si Yu changed his brush again. His strokes were deep and shallow, thick and heavy, and understatement.

...

Suddenly, Si Yu reached out and touched Shen Jue's face. When his finger touched the corner of his eye, the other party immediately turned aside his face. He paused, then he forcibly turned the person over, and under the lights of the theater dressing room, tears were already filled in the softly portrayed eyes, and the white teeth were biting their red lips for an unknown amount of time.

It seemed that the light was too dazzling. The moment the person was turned over, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Si Yu instinctively stretched out his hand to catch the teardrop that slipped from his cheek.

Tears were hidden in the palm of his hand.

The person who was in tears had closed his eyes, and Si Yu looked at the tears in his palms for a while. He suddenly pulled the costume that had been ruined a long time ago and put it on the other party, hiding the spring in apathy again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Siyu took the person into his arms, and for the first time his tone was no longer calm. After holding tightly, I realized that the other party's body was trembling all the time, it was forbearing the emotional tremor, not being shy.

Shen Jue hates crying, especially the crying because of weakness, but now he can't help it, as if his emotions have been suppressed for too long, today there is an opportunity to break out, it is like a typhoon, it is out of control.

He didn't know how long he had been crying, and the person holding him had been patiently patting his back gently, making him a little dazed, and he returned to the heaven in a daze.

When he was a child, he cried in his arms because of the low effectiveness of his training. At that time, the master coaxed him in the same way, and when he wetted his clothes, the master never said anything to him and praised him.

"At a young age, Dao Xin is so pious, as unmovable as a rock, it is really rare." By the way, he also lost his brother, "Unlike your ineffective brother, Chengri will only study love."

Is his Dao heart really pious?

Shen Jue has no idea.

He only felt that this road was so difficult. He had walked for a long time, and from the beginning of his life, now he only feels that he has become filthy. He hated the Emperor, he hated the Emperor Yaoer, and everyone he met in the environment, but the person he hated most was himself.

He is useless, he is too weak, that's why he cry.

What is there to cry?

What problem can crying solve?

Is it possible to break through crying?

But now he really couldn’t help it, he even forgot who was holding him, where he was now, he just felt that he finally found an oasis in the desert, he wanted to stop and rest without thinking about anything. .

If you open your eyes and realize that the reincarnation he experienced is just a dream, he did not go with the master to the flat peach feast, nor did he meet the Emperor Yaoer.

...

When Si Yu realized that the person in his arms was actually asleep, he was a little stunned, and then he felt like laughing and crying, but when he lifted the face in his arms, his eyes slowly changed.

He picked up the person, put it on the sofa in the dressing room, changed his clothes, went out and fetched water in. Sitting on the edge of the sofa, he carefully removed the makeup of the person who was already asleep, little by little. He did not apply the makeup on himself so finely.

Halfway through removing the makeup, the door was knocked suddenly.

After Siyu's movements paused, he straightened up and looked at the door. After a while, he got up and opened the door.

When Shang Jiayu saw the door opened, he was about to rush in, but was stopped by Si Yu. He was so angry that he would open his mouth and curse. Ke Siyu moved faster.

Siyu directly covered Shang Jiayu's lips and dragged the person out. When he dragged out, he did not forget to close the door gently. He dragged the person into another empty dressing room before letting go with a look of disgust.

Shang Jiayu looked at Si Yu who was blocking the door, his eyes were a little red, and he said almost every word, "Is he inside?"

"No." Si Yu said with a cold face, "Who brought you up?"

"He must be inside, don't lie to me." Shang Jiayu's gaze swept down Siyu's face, and suddenly, he sneered, "You are actually doing that kind of thing here, disgusting and shameless!"

As soon as the voice fell, his neck was choked.

Siyu looked at Shang Jiayu in the same way as he looked at the mouse in the smelly ditch. Apart from disgust, he could not find any other emotions. "You'd better not talk nonsense, little bastard, otherwise I don't guarantee that I won't do anything to you." ."

Shang Jiayu was not as high as Yu, and he was not as strong as the opponent. When he was pinched by the opponent, he almost couldn't breathe. He tried his best to pull the opponent's hand, but after a long time, he couldn't pull the other party's hand. I shed tears physiologically.

When the tears fell, Si Yu released his hand. He unscrewed his eyebrows, walked to the makeup table next to him, took a wet tissue, and wiped both hands.

As soon as Siyu let go, Shang Jiayu fell to the ground feebly. He touched his neck and coughed vigorously. When he came back a little bit, he was stepped directly on the ground with one foot.

Siyu was still wearing the soft-soled theater shoes on the stage. He stepped on Shang Jiayu's shoulder with one foot, and directly stepped on the person to the ground, his eyes were really not warm.

Shang Jiayu was stepped on the ground, almost going mad, but he couldn't beat Si Yu at all, and could only be stepped on the ground by the opponent. He looked at the face above him, which was almost exactly the same, and felt that all his internal organs were painful.

why?

Why is he the one who was trampled on the ground?

"Little bastard, next time I just show up in front of me, I won't let you go so easily."

For Shang Jiayu, Si Yu's voice seemed to be coming from a long distance. He couldn't hear anything and couldn't see clearly.

He only saw the shoes stepped on him.

The shoe was gorgeous and exquisite, but it made him unable to get up, just like his origin.

He has a rich father and a beautiful mother, but is it glory or humiliation for him?

When the door was opened and closed again, Shang Jiayu was still lying on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling above, everything in front of him seemed to be distorted, and he seemed to be confused.

...

When Shen Jue woke up, he was in a daze. He looked at the surroundings and then slowly got up.

This is not his home.

He sat on the bed and thought for a long time. When the memory slowly returned to the cage, he could hardly speak, and his hand on his side just curled up weakly. He actually cried in Siyu's arms and cried to sleep in the arms of others.

This is really absurd.

Shen Jue gritted his teeth, and it took a long time to reluctantly suppress the shame. He got up and got out of bed. Although he was a little sore in his waist and his legs, he could still walk, which was much better than the last time.

After he got out of bed, he realized that the pajamas on his body seemed to be Siyu's, because the other party's name was embroidered on the sleeves, just like the other party's brush.

Shen Jue walked out of the room and dared to confirm that it was a hotel. He saw the ashtray marked with LOGO on the coffee table. He stood in the living room for a while before heading to the kitchen where the noise came.

The kitchen is a semi-open kitchen. Although there are partitions, they are only partitioned by glass doors.

He stood outside the kitchen, watching the young man inside bowed his head and chopped vegetables.

The youth did not pay attention to Shen Jue standing outside, but was busy cooking. After a while, the water boiled, and the young man opened the lid of the pot, poured the prepared chicken into it, and when he turned to wash the dishes, he saw the person outside the glass.

With a pair of eyes, Si Yu smiled.

He didn't speak, just pointed to the restaurant.

Shen Jue followed the opponent's fingers and found that breakfast was already set on the table.

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