Shen Yan has seen too many newcomers who want to take advantage of his popularity, but he has never seen such a real performance.
Lu Zhi was as obedient as a rabbit in front of him. He called "Brother Yan" with his eyes lowered and his voice was so soft that it could squeeze water out of his mouth.
When Shen Yan taught dance, he would "clumsily" fall into people's arms; when recording variety shows, he would "fear" and hide behind people.
Until late one night, Shen Yan bumped into him smoking on the balcony.
The firelight licked that face, and his eyes were as cold as another person's.
"Brother Yan," Lu Zhi turned around, his smile not reaching his eyes, "Don't you like good people?"
Later, Shen Yan realized that those chance encounters were all designs and those heartbeats were all calculations.
He thought he was taming a stray cat, but in fact he was always the one being targeted.
The silver pendant in the right ear is a token of the black Yi nobles of the Yi people and a shackles of marriage for generations——
Three years ago, he casually said, "It's pretty good-looking." Someone flew back to Liangshan overnight and knelt down for three days to beg for it.
"I have been acting all my life," Lu Zhi tied the silver pendant into his palm and rubbed the old scar with his fingertips, "I have only loved you, and I have not acted."
But the tradition of the Yi people is blood, and the pressure of the family is the sword.
When Shen Yan broke through the village gate, knelt down in the ancestral hall, and took the inherited silver pendant,
Only then does he understand what "taming" means -
It was never Lu Zhi who was tamed by him.
He walked into this wolf's territory willingly and never thought about coming out.
"You teach me how to act, and I teach you how to love me."
——The 18th chance encounter, I will walk towards you instead.
——Holding hands and growing old together, I will do what I say.
