The drama told a story of a forbidden love between a lonely middle-aged man and a naive youth. A successful man in his 40s discovered he had no one to share his joys with, feeling like he had prematurely entered old age. At this time, a young person just entering society and bearing life’s pressures walked into his life with a unique youthful spirit.
Both were lonely, one because he had nothing, the other because he had too much. After repeatedly witnessing each other’s vulnerability, the older man gradually moved from disdain to being touched…
This was adapted from a classic BL novel, with delicate and moving script and dialogue that was close to life. The original fans were already numerous. Despite the limited budget of web series and niche subject matter, the followers remained passionate. This made those actors who prided themselves on performing “serious dramas” look down on it.
Most importantly, Wei Jie himself was a straight man, and after filming the drama, he felt uncomfortable, rarely wanting to mention it. Being scolded like this made him especially embarrassed, and an awkward silence fell.
In the silence, a sudden sound was heard.
“Thump, thump, thump, thump…”
The sound seemed like someone bouncing a basketball on the floor, and they could even feel the ground slightly vibrating.
Ou Ziheng was stunned, looking around and asked, “Who’s doing this? So bored?”
He looked around but couldn’t find the source, and everyone looked at each other, confused.
“Thump, thump, thump, thump…”
The sound came again, and Ou Ziheng felt everything was going wrong, angrily saying: “Damn, what’s going on!”
Zhuo Chuan suddenly grabbed his arm. Ou Ziheng inhaled sharply in pain, and before he could scold him, saw Zhuo Chuan pointing to the front left, stammering: “That, that is what—”
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, instantly going cold, almost forgetting to breathe.
A head was bouncing on the ground towards them, making a “thump” sound with each impact. As it got closer, the face gradually became clear—
Someone trembled: “Ou Ziheng, that’s your face!”
Without him saying, Ou Ziheng saw it too, horrifyingly discovering that the bouncing head below had his hairstyle, his face, his earring!
He couldn’t help but reach back to touch his neck, as if checking if his head was still there.
“Thump, thump, thump, thump…”
