One year later, the Mid-Autumn Festival. Moshi, Gansu. “I told you not to come.\" Mark looked at David who had lost weight, \"Didn\'t I send you something, why are you still losing weight?\" David put the last plate of hot and sour potato fries on the table, \"I\'ve been working out recently, I may look leaner, but I’ve gained weight.\" Hearing about fitness, Mark Lao finally got a little smile on his face, \"You look good, you’re getting back into shape.\" David smiled lightly and looked at Mark helplessly, \"Let\'s talk, what\'s up with you?\" Mark took a few bites of potato fries and marveled at how good it tasted. Seeing that he didn\'t want to say anything, David didn\'t ask. David had not had any alcohol, nor had he smoked for more than a year. Today, in a festive mooed, he took a few sips. After drinking a little, and some good food, you tend to look back and reminisce. Mark drank two sma
After dinner, David was picking grapes in the yard when he heard a knock on the door. He’d thought it was a neighbor, but when he opened the door, it was Michael. Upon seeing him, Michael’s eyes welled with tears. David looked away, \"Now that you’re here, come in. I just picked some fresh grapes.\" David entertained him like an old friend, pouring tea, washing fruits, thoughtful and polite, but Michael was not happy with this at all. For a time, he had only wanted David to live well. But now, he wanted David back. He wanted them to be in love again. But Michael did not dare say it. The grapes were very sweet and the juice was full. \"Have you had dinner?\" Michael hadn’t eaten. He had rushed over as soon as he had heard that David was in Moshi. He barely rested on the way. David walked into the kitchen. A few minutes later, a plate of fragrant fried rice came out of the pot, and millet porridge was still warm in
When David Yu saw Michael Sheng again, he was drinking and flirting with a man in a private room in a restaurant. Just as the man was about to rip his trousers off, the door of the small room opened. Michael stood at the door like a handsome god, staring at him as if he was a clown. At that moment, David felt as if his heart had been ripped off. He wished the ground would swallow him up. \"Mr. Sheng, good to see you!\" Seeing that Michael was looking at David\'s body, a glimmer flashed across Harold Huang’s face.\"Do you like him?\" Michael sneered.\"No. He’s disgusting.\" \"I\'m sorry. Let me get rid of him.\" Mr. Huang said and turned to David.\"Leave us,\" he said with a waving gesture. The box is claustrophobic to say the least, and no one wanted to leave more than David. But if he walks out today, his sick grandmother may be carried out of the hospital tomorrow. Saving face was the least of his concerns. \"M
\"I just want fame. I don\'t want money.\" This was what he had told Michael when he had first started acting. Later, when they broke up, David asked him a rhetorical question, \"What would I do without you?” David then proceeded to answer his own question. “With fame, money will naturally follow! I slept with you. You give me things. You and I just took what we needed. Mikey, don\'t be so naive. Sooner or later you\'ll end up destroying your family!” After all this time, David had never changed. He loved money, and he was vain. In recent years, Michael forced himself to forget the humiliation he had felt when they had broken up, but as soon as he saw David, all the resentment he had bottled up inside of him cascaded out, as though a dam had broken. Michael grabbed David by the collar. Though he was raging, he spoke so that only the two of them heard, \"Don’t you have a heart?\" David blinked, his face full of innocence.
Michael knew him well enough to hit David where it hurt. In this world, the person David cared most about was his grandmother. Truth be told, Michael was a close second. In his heart, his first love still occupied a small corner, tucked away from everything else. David would never openly admit this, and he only kept his feelings to himself. Michael was his well-kept secret. He would rather die than hurt his grandmother, and she would most certainly get hurt if she learns about his sexual preference. She would not be pleased to learn that David likes men. \"Michael, leave my grandmother out of this!\" He pleaded. \"Don\'t be cruel. Why would you do something like this? What if someone did the same to you?\" Michael patted David\'s face and said in an almost doting tone.\"Be good, or I\'ll send the video to your old lady!\" David’s whole body trembled. He clenched his teeth. The truth was, though humiliating, he had just made a pret
\"Messed up?\" Michael quickly seized David by the collar. \"How am I messed up?\" He\'s been waiting here for nearly an hour, and David’s reaction was exactly what he had hoped for. \"You don\'t know how messed up you are?\" David glared defiantly at Michael. He sneered, bent his head, kissed David\'s lips and said, \"Let me show you just how messed up I am.\" He immediately picked David up and carried him into the bedroom. Even as he struggled to free himself, David could still see Sam Wen\'s simple gloomy eyes in the living room. \"Michael, let me go!\" Even if he has been prostituting himself, he can\'t do it in front of others. What\'s more, he did not like this man, his look-alike, who was sitting outside. \"Sam has always looked up to you. He admires your acting skills. Today you will let him see how you act in bed!\" \"Michael, you cannot do this, let me go!\" When Michael separated his legs, Dav
The audition was in a small, dilapidated building in the east of the city, which had been reconstructed according to the original design. The stairs were steep and narrow. Gloomy light came through the dirty and broken windows. It was dull and depressing. David has read the screenplay for \"Ferry\" five or six times. He knew it by heart. He has not had a chance to perform such a big scene for a long time, and so he was a little nervous. Sam Wen had gone home, but Michael still insisted on having rough sex with David every day. Last night, David\'s legs trembled after Michael had his way with him. Today, this works well for him, since his mood matched that of the character he was playing. The protagonist of the novel was also living a desperate existence. In order to maintain this mood, he didn\'t speak until the audition. However he didn\'t expect to see Michael Sheng and Sam Wen sitting next to director Warren Ji when he went in for the audition.
When Michael came in, David was choking Sam. He pushed David away and held Sam Wen in his arms. He yelled at David, \"You fucking moron, do you have any idea what you’ve done? Low life scum. Filth like you belong in the gutter. I really shouldn\'t have brought you back.\" Hearing this, David looked up at Michael. His anger and disgust could not be disguised, so naked. For a moment, David felt like he had been stripped naked and thrown out to the street. Low-life scum. Sam Wen’s words had stung more. \"Maybe your slut of a mother had seduced Mr. Sheng...\" If it\'s true, then Michael could be his brother. He felt nauseous. Coughing heavily, Sam Wen pulled Michael closer.\"I\'m fine.\" \"Your throat is hoarse. Stop talking!\" Michael picked Sam up and said softly, \"I\'ll take you to the hospital.\" Michael comforted Sam Wen and said to David with a cold face, \"This cannot happen again.\" \"Fuck you.\"