The situation at this time was far beyond Qu Yanting's expectations. He was like a rusted machine, stuck in place so stiff that he couldn't respond.
The waiter saw that they met, and said, "This Mr. Lu—"
Qu Yanting was forced to regain his senses and caught the tiny twinkle in Lu Wen's eyes. He tried his best to maintain his composure and prevented the waiter from finishing his sentence: "We know each other, you can go to work now."
Lu Wen happened to be standing under a lamp, with a shocked expression, he looked at Qu Yanting and Zeng Zhen together, and the shadows of the three were projected on the wall.
Zeng Zhen had a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't light it up, but he squinted his eyes slightly as if smoking. He took two steps closer and frankly scanned Lu Wen up and down, his face, figure, and proportions, just like examining an actor auditioning in front of the camera.
Afterwards, Zeng Zhen casually said, "Xiao Ting, why don't you introduce me?"
Qu Yanting took a step mechanically and said, "This is Lu Wen, the leading actor in my web drama."
Lu Wen's surprise turned into excitement. He accidentally ran into Zeng Zhen, pulled his hands out of his pockets, and said, "Hello, Director Zeng, my name is Lu Wen!"
Zeng Zhen praised: "Young man, you are more handsome in real life than on camera."
"Ah... Thank you Director Zeng." Lu Wen was dizzy from the praise, "I didn't expect to meet you."
Zeng Zhen laughed: "Yeah, what a coincidence. You also come to Qingxiao Hall for dinner?"
Lu Wen quickly forgot the reason why he came here, his eyes floated closer to Qu Yanting, and he replied with little confidence: "I heard that this place is good, I will try it with my friends."
Zeng Zhen still smiled and asked, "The web drama will be aired in a few days, right?"
Lu Wen said "Hmm". Although he understood that Zeng Zhen paid attention to online dramas because of Qu Yanting's relationship, he couldn't help being excited and also a little nervous: "I don't know how the results will be after the broadcast."
Zeng Zhen turned to Qu Yanting in an unclear manner, and said, "I believe that Xiao Ting's picky vision should not be wrong."
Qu Yanting remained silent for a while, and replied, "I'm not in charge of casting, the director chose him."
Lu Wen was slightly taken aback. He hadn't seen Qu Yanting's expressionless face for a long time, and he hadn't heard Qu Yanting's businesslike tone, so he was a little at a loss.
Zeng Zhen relieved himself, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, you are very fond of Qu Bian."
Lu Wen said: "I also respect Teacher Qu very much."
A person walked around in front of the corridor, Zeng Zhen's assistant, who sent Hu Qing and the others back. Zeng Zhen threw the handbag into the assistant's arms, put down the cigarette in his mouth, and said, "Xiao Ting, do you want me to see you?"
Qu Yanting said, "I drove the car."
"Okay, be careful on the road." Before leaving, Zeng Zhen glanced at Lu Wen one last time, "Young man, see you again when we have a chance."
Lu Wen wondered whether the phrase "goodbye" was purely polite, or a possibility. Turning sideways to get out of the way, when Zeng Zhen brushed past him, he replied, "Director Zeng, walk slowly."
The footsteps gradually disappeared, leaving only two shadows on the wall. Qu Yanting stood still, as if he was confronting Lu Wen, and had no intention of approaching him.
A gust of night wind blew by, and the cold sweat on his back forced Qu Yanting to tremble a bit. Lu Wen stepped towards him and asked in a voice that could be heard by each other: "Teacher Qu, is it cold?"
Qu Yanting didn't make a sound, reached out and hooked Lu Wen's elbow, and then walked forward.
Lu Wen turned around and followed. The excitement just now hadn't dissipated, and he added a bit of anxiety related to Qu Yanting's solidarity. When he arrived at the parking lot, he went around the car and got into the co-pilot.
The moment the doors on both sides were closed, Qu Yanting leaned against the back of the seat and took a deep breath in the dark compartment. It was difficult to relax the tightened nerves, and he didn't know how to speak for the time being.
The silhouette on the co-pilot moved, Lu Wen turned to face him, and said, "I really met Zeng Zhen and talked to him, why is it like a dream?"
He jumped up and said, "Zeng Zhen also praised me for being more handsome in real life, which means that he has watched my show? Is it "Wan Nian Qiu", is it "Utopia"?"
"Teacher Qu," Lu Wen said expectantly, "Is there a reason for Director Zeng's goodbye?"
Qu Yanting finally spoke out and asked hoarsely, "How did you come here?"
Lu Wen paused and replied, "The driver brought me here."
Qu Yanting asked again: "Why are you here?"
Lu Wen repeated what he said on the promenade: "Coincidentally... I made an appointment with a friend."
Of course Qu Yanting didn't believe it, he guessed it at the door of the East Wing, so he paid the waiter ahead of time. Being exposed without words, Lu Wen had no choice but to confess: "When I called you, I was at the gate of Linxie Garden."
Qu Yanting said, "Are you following me?"
"Yes." Lu Wen sniffed, "I was outside when I sent the WeChat message."
Qu Yanting rested his left arm on the car window, clenched his fist against his temple, and restrained his speech: "Then what do you want to come here for?"
"have no idea."
"Suddenly showing up to catch me? See who I'm with?"
Lu Wen argued: "I didn't think about it that much at all, I just got impatient... I came in on impulse."
Qu Yanting said: "Not everything can be impulsive."
"Actually, I already regretted it when I got to the door." Lu Wendao, "I was about to withdraw, but you happened to come out."
Qu Yanting's tone didn't seem to be reproachful, nor did it seem to be disappointed. It was the helplessness after similar mistakes were made. He said, "Can you think about things in the future?"
The corners of Lu Wen's mouth tightened, and he said rationally: "It was my fault to follow you, I can apologize."
Qu Yanting didn't express his position, and he didn't know whether to accept or reject it. Lu Wen felt depressed. Could it be all his fault that he has been tossing around in such a field all night
"What about you?" Lu Wen asked, "Why did you lie about working overtime?"
Qu Yanting was powerless to find reasons for the lies. He kept avoiding talking about Zeng Zhen in front of Lu Wen, unwilling to let the two parties have the slightest intersection and involvement. He admitted, "Because I don't want you to know."
"why?"
"No reason."
"Don't tease me like this, can you?"
"I don't."
Lu Wen said angrily: "Will I interfere with you when you are socializing with others? Besides, Director Zeng is your teacher. What can you hide about having dinner with him? I won't argue!"
Qu Yanting pressed his temples with his knuckles and said, "You don't understand."
Lu Wen's emotions pushed up from his chest, and he suppressed it, even if Qu Yanting prevaricated him casually: "You can explain, I am willing to listen."
Qu Yanting shook her head: "I have nothing to explain."
Lu Wen straightened his body, the bruises on his shoulders hadn't completely melted away, and he felt a dull pain when he leaned back on the back of the chair suddenly. He asked, "As your boyfriend, I can't even ask for an explanation?"
Qu Yanting squinted at the glass window: "This is my private matter."
"Don't block me with private matters." Lu Wen said, "As long as you define it as a private matter in the future, can you lie to me?"
Qu Yanting said: "I don't want to quarrel with you."
"You think I want to quarrel?" Lu Wen wanted to surprise Qu Yanting, but it turned out like this step by step, "You really make me feel bad, I would rather you quarrel with me."
Qu Yanting carefully considered the words to deceive people, and first apologized for lying: "Yes..."
"As for our relationship," Lu Wen said, referring to the relationship between lovers, "I don't think it should be like this."
Qu Yanting's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and there was a huge uneasiness in an instant. He misunderstood, and he couldn't tell whether it was confusion or rationality: "...you have time to regret it now."
The carriage was suddenly quiet, and Lu Wen said in a daze, "What do you mean?"
"If you regret being with me," Qu Yanting gritted his teeth, "I will give you a chance to stop the loss."
Lu Wen burst out all of a sudden: "Qu Yanting! You are going too far!"
All the conflicts tonight were insignificant. Lu Wen faced the windshield angrily and blankly, fumbled for the car door with his right hand, clicked it open, and got out of the car.
"If you say something like that, you might as well lie to me a hundred times!"
With a bang, Lu Wen slammed the door and left without looking back.
The whole body shook, Qu Yanting didn't dare to look at Lu Wen's back, and leaned his head against the cold window, his eyelids were hot, and his temples throbbed together.
What did he do.
How can it be so bad
The only sound left in the whole courtyard was the wind. Qu Yanting took out his mobile phone and clicked on the WeChat voice that he hadn't heard in time. The singing filled the car: "It's late at night and you still don't want to sleep, are you still thinking about him..."
Lu Wen sang very softly, lazily, melancholy, and a little bit wronged: "... put it as soon as it should, it's useless to think about it, wait foolishly, and he won't come back..."
Qu Yanting could imagine the appearance of Lu Wen calling him outside the community, understood the loss when he hung up the line, and understood the reluctance to expose his entanglement behind the WeChat messages.
Qu Yanting wiped his face, started the engine and drove out of Qingxiaotang, turned to the old street at the entrance, got out of the car and ran past the cars parked on the side of the street, looking from window to window.
Lu Wen has disappeared.
With the cold wind pouring into his mouth, Qu Yanting stopped panting/breathing, dialed Lu Wen's number on the bleak and dark long street, rang twice, and Lu Wen hung up.
He dialed again, and it was turned off.
The phone screen went black, Lu Wen covered his head with his coat, and punched his head hard twice. Why is he being aggressive? Obviously, I haven't seen you for a few days and am so obedient.
Lu Wen didn't dare to turn on the phone. Qu Yanting said that he regretted and stopped the loss. He was afraid that this phone call would break up with him.
Lao Yan didn't dare to ask any more questions, and hurried back to Nanwan.
The building was brightly lit, and Lu Zhanqing was drinking soup in the restaurant while browsing the content on the pad page. He heard the sound of footsteps approaching from far away, and then gradually farther away, as if he had gone upstairs.
After a while, sister Lingling came over and said, "Xiaowen went back to the room directly."
Lu Zhanqing asked, "Has he eaten?"
"I don't have an appetite." Sister Lingling replied, "My face smells so bad, I don't dare to provoke you."
Lu Zhanqing said: "Don't pay attention to him." After finishing speaking, he put down the spoon, and added in a second at most, "Give him a copy, or prepare some snacks."
Sister Lingling deliberately said: "It hurts to miss a meal, how can you beat him?"
Lu Zhanqing said succinctly: "He deserves a beating."
Sister Lingling stopped talking, and heard something outside the door that day. Lu Wen's last sentence "there are only two people in the Lu family" touched Lu Zhanqing's scales. The phone on the table rang, and she left knowingly.
Lu Zhanqing picked it up: "Old Zheng."
There was a prologue in it, and Lao Zheng cut into the topic: "You asked me to check the screenwriter before, and the information was sent just now."
Lu Zhanqing said dissatisfied: "Slow down."
"Hey Mr. Lu." Lao Zheng said, "Although the other party is a member of the entertainment industry, he is quite low-key, and you don't want to know the bright side."
"Okay, how is the family?" Lu Zhanqing asked the most concerned, "What do his parents do?"
Old Zheng replied: "Innocent family, parents died long ago."
Lu Zhanqing's expression didn't change, but his words softened a bit: "It seems that he is a poor boy, and it must not be easy to have today's life."
Lao Zheng said: "Don't you think his name is familiar? It turns out that he is the initiator of the fir tree project, and he has jointly conducted a charity project with the Wenjia Foundation."
Lu Zhanqing was a little surprised and didn't answer for a while.
"I watched Xiaowen grow up." Old Zheng continued, "You really doubt him and that screenwriter... huh? Maybe it's a misunderstanding?"
Lu Zhanqing wanted to sigh and snort, but that day Lu Wen was about to admit it, but for the first time he was timid and changed the topic abruptly.
Old Zheng asked, "Do you want to intervene?"
Lu Zhanqing has no plans for the time being, family differences affect personality, too much personality gap will lead to too many conflicts, and even the closest relationship may break down.
He said, "Let's hang it out first."
Lu Wen took a shower and sat cross-legged in front of the window with wet hair. It was dark outside, and the small lights beside the lawn ramp were on like a row of stars. He still hadn't turned it on, and was pulling the fur of the long fleece blanket bored and depressed.
After a while, he suddenly thought of someone, put the computer on his lap, turned it on and logged into QQ. The little writer didn't look for him during this period, does it mean that his love life is more satisfactory
Lu Wenbing rushed to the doctor and asked: Writer, are you free
Waiting until the hair is dry, the social fear writer will reply: What's the matter.
It's hard to judge the tone through the Internet, but Lu Wen felt that the other party was listless, and said: I haven't fulfilled my volunteer responsibilities recently, so I don't care about you... how is the relationship going
The society is afraid that the little writer will send a "tears" emoji, and then send another sentence: I screwed up.
Lu Wen's heart tightened: What's wrong
Social fear young writer: I made the other party angry.
Unlucky Little Singer: Ah... Me too.
Social horror writer: [tears]
Unlucky little singer: Don't be sad, can you tell me what's going on
Social fear young writer: I am very conflicted... I am afraid that the other party will be affected by being with me, but now I hurt the other party.
Unlucky Little Singer: I am different from you. I want the other party to satisfy me, but I always make mistakes.
Society fear young writer: what to do [tears]
Unlucky little singer: I don't know, I still want to ask you [Crash]
Social Fear Young Writer: I'm afraid he really doesn't want me anymore.
Lu Wen was afraid that the other party might not be cured and would suffer from depression again, so he comforted him: It's normal for couples to quarrel, maybe it's not as serious as you think.
Social Fear Junior Writer: I'm really scared.
Unlucky little singer: Don't get bogged down in your emotions... It's better to think of a way and try to redeem it.
After Lu Wen sent this sentence, he felt that it was difficult for the strongman. The other party was passive social fear, and now he was probably even more panicked. He fiddled with his fingers, not thinking about how to continue the conversation.
At this time, a small social fear writer sent a passage: I always lose the things I like, parents, family, dreams, and I can't grasp anything. I have learned to accept my fate a long time ago, and I have accepted my fate many times.
Lu Wen's heart sank suddenly.
In the bedroom with the lights off, Qu Yanting nestled on the sofa in the corner, as if he had been hiding in the corner of the classroom. He slowly typed another sentence and pressed send.
Lu Wen blinked as the off-screen screen brightened.
Social fear writer: But this time, I want to catch him.