After the grand ceremony, there was a dinner, and the media was present, so it was more like a performance with mixed lights. Lu Wen and Qu Yanting didn't plan to participate, and got on the car through the back door of the Dikla Center.
Lao Yan came to pick them up, the car door closed automatically, and asked, "Xiaowen, where are you going?"
Ruan Feng went to the banquet, and before leaving, he said sensiblely that he would stay in the hotel tonight, and Lu Wen replied, "Go to Linxie Garden on Cangxia Road."
Lao Yan remembered playing tracking at the gate of Linxie Garden, could it be... He turned on the road and glanced at the car from the rearview mirror, but the light was too dark to see clearly.
Qu Yanting turned his face sideways, worried that the driver was silent all the way, and occasionally knocked on Lu Wen's thigh that was so excited that he was shaking, so that he wouldn't drop the trophy.
Lu Wen always didn't worry about anything, recently he lived at home, subtly changed his mind, and asked, "Uncle Yan, is my dad at home?"
"Yes." Lao Yan said, "Mr. Lu didn't have a social meeting today, so he got off work and went home half an hour earlier."
Lu Wen raised his eyebrows: "It's rare, it's not like my dad's style."
Old Yan smiled and said, "I guess I'm going home to watch you on TV, isn't the grand ceremony a live broadcast?"
Lu Wen was even more surprised: "To see me? Really or not?"
Perhaps the carriage was a bit stuffy, so Qu Yanting loosened his tie, put his elbows on the armrest of the seat, and pressed the back of his hand with slightly protruding knuckles to his lips.
Arriving at Linxie Garden, before getting off the car, Lu Wen said, "Tell my dad, I won't be going back to Nanwan tonight."
Lao Yan said strangely: "You didn't go home for a month ago, and I didn't see you say anything."
"Oh..." Lu Wen didn't know when he changed his sex, so he said perfunctorily, "Don't laugh at me, you just follow orders."
When he got home, Lu Wen thought he had gone to the wrong door. There were blankets on the sofa, snacks and vitamins on the coffee table, and a large pile of clothes on the couch at the end of the bed in the bedroom.
Qu Yanting complained: "Ruan Mengtang is exhausting me to death, I can't clean it up."
"Why do you have to clean up by yourself?" Lu Wen was already puzzled, "You are very busy at work, you can ask an aunt or a part-time worker to help."
Qu Yanting took off his coat and said, "I don't like strangers coming to my house." Besides, to find an aunt, you need to find an intermediary first, and you need to negotiate conditions, try it out, and adjust it.
After taking off the tie, Qu Yanting pinched the collar and smelled it. The surface of the fabric was stained with a strong perfume smell, and there was still makeup on his face. He got into the bathroom and wanted to take a shower first.
Lu Wen was bored playing with his mobile phone, logged into Weibo, and the hot searches were very lively. There were four or five articles related to grand ceremonies, and the premiere of Zeng Zhen's new movie was also on the list. The news about him winning the award was ranked second. When he clicked on it, Qu Yanting's name suddenly appeared in the blog post.
The photos of them walking the red carpet side by side, the graffiti on the signature board, the ring worn by Qu Yanting, the testimonials on and off the stage... Lu Wen said to himself: "It's quite a summary."
Comments can be roughly divided into several categories. One is fans, and it's over when they are happy. The second is the general audience, who think that Qu Yanting is his bole, and the relationship between the two is very good. The third is that he had doubts since the sneak shot, thinking that he and Qu Yanting were having trouble.
—The atmosphere in which Lu Wen and the screenwriter looked at each other... really ambiguous.
There are not a few comments like this, the tone is not aggressive, they are simply expressing opinions, Lu Wen is afraid that fans will attack netizens, so he pokes a reply at random.
The fan who used his photo as his profile picture replied: Since it is so ambiguous, I hope Editor Qu can invite brother to make a movie.
Lu Wen was speechless, how could the little girl have no bottom line compared to him
Another fan said: I think so too, but it's really a good match.
Lu Wen almost left a like.
Finally someone disagreed, and replied: It should be just a friend, how can you wear diamonds for yourself and 999 silver jewelry for your partner.
Lu Wen looked down at the diamond brooch on his chest: "...fuck."
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Qu Yanting stepped on her slippers and came out with bare/naked upper body, a bath towel around her waist, and drops of water hanging on the mermaid thread.
Lu Wen's attention immediately left the phone, and the nympho said, "Why are you so sexy!"
Qu Yanting walked to the closet and said, "I forgot my pajamas, is this sexy? Have you ever been to the bathroom?"
"Nonsense, can others do the same as you?"
Lu Wen leaned forward and opened his arms to prevent Qu Yanting from taking the clothes. He pulled out a big shirt that he had left here, and said, "Wear this, just this."
Qu Yanting said: "Are you here again?"
"Put it on and let me see what's wrong?"
"Are you perverted?"
"Why are you still attacking personally?" Lu Wen unfolded his shirt, "Okay then, 1 is not perverted and 0 is not in love."
Qu Yanting couldn't bear it anymore: "Can you stop learning some nonsense?!"
Lu Wen did his best: "I haven't seen each other for a while, I've worked so hard, don't you feel bad? What's wrong with satisfying me a little?"
Qu Yanting couldn't bear his virtue the most, and said, "Stop acting like a baby..."
Lu Wen pushed forward: "For the sake of my award, can't you just treat it as a reward for me?"
For a moment when Qu Yanting's heart softened, he realized that the sleeves had already been put on his arms. Lu Wen played both soft and hard ways, begging him, and pressed him against the cabinet door to fasten the buttons with his backhand.
He ran out of tricks, took a deep breath and took a step back, asking: "Is it always possible to wear underwear, ancestor?"
Lu Wen opened the drawer and chose, "Wear white, it's so pure."
"You shit." Qu Yanting kicked him on the bed, put on his underwear, and uncomfortably tugged at the hem of his shirt, barely covering his legs.
Rolling up his sleeves, Qu Yanting went into the kitchen to cook, not daring to bend down, not daring to raise his hands, it was uncomfortable to do anything with his legs exposed. He simply dug out a box of quick-frozen dumplings and slandered that he might as well have gone to the banquet if he had known this.
Lu Wen followed, idly swaying between the cooking tables, to the back of Qu Yanting, and changed the tie of the apron into a bow. The water boiled, and he said in a cloud of steam, "I call it double harvest in love and career."
Qu Yanting said in a strange way: "Well, you have reached the pinnacle of your life."
Like a giant dog begging for food, Lu Wen leaned close and said, "It's not easy for me, after all, the heights are extremely cold."
After reading the fucking poems, Qu Yanting poured dumplings into the pot, and took the opportunity to stick his elbows back: "Don't make trouble, go and pour some vinegar."
Lu Wen turned to the cooking table on the other side, poured out a plate of vinegar, and asked, "What else are you doing, wife?"
"..." Qu Yanting arranged casually, "wash some fruit."
The dumplings need to be cooked for a while, so Qu Yanting took the time to cut up the washed fruits. Lu Wen dried his hands and talked about entertainment news, saying, "Director Zeng's new film premiered, and Jin Yanyu was also on the trending list."
Qu Yanting lowered her head to peel the kiwi, but said nothing.
Lu Wen looked at the chopping board. Qu Yanting was proficient with knives, but the movement of cutting fruit was very slow at the moment. He reached out and snapped his fingers under the other's eyes, and asked, "Where are you distracted?"
Qu Yanting came back to his senses. He remembered what the driver said on the road just now, and asked, "Did your father really watch tonight's grand ceremony?"
"Yeah." Lu Wen smiled, "Sister Lingling sent me a message, saying that my dad did watch it at home."
Qu Yanting said, "Did you see me too?"
Lu Wen nodded: "Sure."
Qu Yanting frowned worriedly: "Will your dad find it strange? Just... will you see something?"
Lu Wen raised his hand to caress Qu Yanting's brow, and replied, "Actually, I've almost come out to him, and he also understands that it's you."
After being stunned for a while, Qu Yanting said anxiously, "Then how did your father react?"
Lu Wen said: "He didn't make a statement, and it may take some time." He hugged Qu Yanting, "If you don't make a statement, you don't object, otherwise, with my father's personality, I would have been crippled."
Qu Yanting couldn't help but worry, and couldn't help but began to think about his performance, was it decent enough? Did you say something wrong? The last time I lay on someone's son's back in the street, would it seem too frivolous
"Hiss..."
He was in pain, and a cut was cut on his index finger, and blood dripped out.
"This is the typing hand!" Lu Wen grabbed his wrist, lowered his head and sucked his fingertips into his mouth to stop the bleeding, "Teacher Qu, what are you afraid of?"
Qu Yanting murmured: "I have no idea."
Lu Wen said: "Although my dad is fierce, he is not old-fashioned. He just needs time to accept and adapt to my orientation. And I have never had a girlfriend. He will understand."
Qu Yanting asked: "What if he can't accept it?"
His subtext was, would you leave me then? But he didn't ask.
Unexpectedly, Lu Wen seemed to have made up his mind, and said, "It's fine if you don't accept it, then I will recognize Gu Zhuoyan's father as his father. Uncle Gu probably doesn't mind having more gay sons."
Qu Yanting almost didn't bring it up in one breath, and said in resignation: "Forget it... let's eat dumplings."
After eating, Lu Wen went to the bathroom to take a bath. Qu Yanting's legs were cold, and he got under the covers in advance. After reading the script, Wang Mingyu sent some feedback. He hugged the computer and replied to the email.
Just press send, QQ received a message.
Lu Wen was half lying in the bathtub holding his mobile phone, and his excitement of winning the prize continued unabated. He first posted it on Moments, and then showed it off to Lu Zhanqing, Lao Zheng, Fa Xiaoqun, Zhuang Fanxin and other relatives and friends.
Even the netizens didn't let it go, Lu Wen laid the groundwork and said: Writer, good evening, how are you doing
Social Fear Young Writer: Very good, why are you free today
It is true that I am too busy and incompetent these days, Lu Wen replied: Sorry, I have too much work, I really can't help it.
Social Fear Young Writer: It’s okay, I have nothing to help.
Unlucky little singer: It seems that you are having a good time, and I am also very happy today.
Social Fear Little Writer: Is there anything good about it
Lu Wen picked one of the points and said: There is a performance, and I will sing on stage.
Qu Yanting closed the computer, changed the mobile phone to reply, slid into the quilt and edited: Congratulations. After sending it, I checked the time and shouted to the bathroom: "Don't soak for too long, remember to warm up the water when it gets cold!"
"Understood!" Lu Wen replied, typing and asking: Oh yes, did you go to the party
Social Fear Young Writer: Participated!
This was the first time the other party used an exclamation point. Lu Wen felt that he could really retire, and said: How do you feel
Social fear of young writers: It will be one of my most unforgettable memories.
Unlucky Little Singer: I'm so happy for you.
Qu Yanting still remembered the Haikou boasted by the other party, and deliberately said sarcastically: What, do you want to face the base
Lu Wen laughed. Since filming the reality show, his private life has been continuously compressed. He seldom goes to public places and is always on guard against paparazzi. I'm afraid he will become more and more careful in the future.
Unlucky Little Singer: Seriously, I will be busier in the future, I don't know if I can still do a good job as a volunteer.
Social Phobia Writers: Volunteers for the site are voluntary and can be disassociated.
Unlucky Little Singer: I know, but after chatting for so long, I consider you a friend.
Social Fear Writer: Thank you, me too.
Since they regarded each other as friends, it seemed a pity to gradually reduce contact and eventually turn into a gray avatar. Lu Wen thought that he probably wouldn't have the energy to be a volunteer again.
Unlucky Little Singer: Maybe we can be buddies in reality
Qu Yanting was stunned for a moment, does this really mean to meet? He just mentioned it jokingly just now, but now he was at a loss and didn't know how to respond.
But he couldn't help thinking, from the awkward chat at the beginning to the speculation now, the other party has helped him a lot, how would it feel if he met in reality
They are all in the entertainment industry, will they really become good buddies, can they have a cooperation or something? Most importantly, he wanted to thank each other in person.
Qu Yanting imagined several possibilities for a moment, but still had concerns, and replied: Sorry, I'm a little timid.
Unlucky little singer: Actually, I also have concerns, after all, I am quite popular.
Social horror writer: Oh.
Unlucky Little Singer: Otherwise, let’s make an appointment, and go to the appointment if you have the courage, but you are allowed to regret it halfway.
Small social fear writer: China is so big... how to make an appointment
The two revealed the approximate address, and were pleasantly surprised to find that the unlucky little singer in the same city: Damn, what fate!
Social Fear Young Writer: Do you really want to meet
Lu Wen stepped out of the bathtub, his heart tumbling with the excitement of seeing netizens, and replied: To be honest, I am almost suffocated from being busy every day, and I just want to do something interesting. If you are worried, you can ask your partner to accompany you.
Social Fear Young Writer: No, my date is too popular.
Unlucky little singer: Oh.
Qu Yanting suddenly realized that there was nothing to worry about if he was an old man. His IQ would not be deceived, right? What's more, you can go back on your word halfway, and the worst is to escape at the door.
Social Fear Writer: Okay, I agree.
Unlucky little singer: Where is the appointment
The two of them did a bit of research. They wanted to be in public places, but they couldn’t come into close contact with other people. They needed to avoid people who would recognize them.
After finalizing, Qu Yanting finally replied with "OK".
Click, Lu Wen opened the bathroom door with the towel on his back, walked back to the bedroom, and plugged the battery charger on the bedside of the phone that was dead after chatting.
Qu Yanting looked up from under the quilt and said, "Why do you take so long to wash?"
Lu Wen replied: "I'm chatting."
Qu Yanting didn't go into the privacy of who he was chatting with, and lifted the corner of the quilt and said, "Come in."
Lu Wen leaned down, couldn't hold back his words, and whispered: "Teacher Qu, I want to introduce a friend to you someday."
"Okay." Qu Yanting paused, "Me too."