Lu Wen and Qu Yanting looked at each other in the pavilion, confused, astonished, unbelievable, no one approached each other, looking at each other as if they were looking at something rare.
An aunt took her grandson to the park, and when she passed the pavilion, she saw two big men confronting each other, she glanced curiously, and couldn't help saying, "Young man, you look familiar..."
Lu Wen finally came back to his senses, and immediately put on his baseball cap and said, "I have a public face."
"What's this called, how handsome you are." The aunt still wanted to look at him, "You look like the one on TV..."
It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, Lu Wen said: "My virtue is still on TV, you have misunderstood the person." He strode in front of Qu Yanting, like high school students skipping class together, "Don't stand still, let's go!"
Qu Yanting was grabbed by the arms and ran in the winding corridor, not fast, but with a warm spring breeze, Lu Wen's bulging red shirt kept rubbing against the back of his hand.
The unlucky little singer... is Lu Wen.
His netizen is his boyfriend.
Qu Yanting shook his head in bewilderment, his field of vision suddenly widened, and they ran to the lake outside the rockery. Just as they stopped, a family of three approached in front of them.
Lu Wen turned his back, bowed his head and faced Qu Yanting face to face, making eye contact and both of them staggered again. It was obviously a love relationship that had been in bed, but at this moment, a trace of freshness and strangeness was strangely born.
There is a small pier next to it. It is always safe to float on the lake. Lu Wen asked aloud, "...do you want to row a boat?"
Qu Yanting said "ah", and his mind was confused: "Okay."
The two rented a duck boat with a shed, sat in it with a low body, leaned against their faces, pedaled away from the pier, and only breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the middle of the lake where there were no people around.
They stopped at the same time and remained silent together. Qu Yanting unlocked the phone, and the screen was still on the dialogue page with the little singer.
Lu Wen was not idle either. He opened QQ and swiped the screen, reviewing every word and sentence he had chatted with the little writer from bottom to top.
They belatedly discovered that from Nabokov to the Lover's Song, there were all kinds of coincidences, and even chatted under the same roof, so why didn't they discover it
Turning to the content of the chat during the Lanshui recording program, Qu Yanting was suddenly surprised: "You kissed me on the forehead while I was asleep?"
Lu Wen teased guiltyly: "Uh, is there? I don't remember."
"You said it yourself." Qu Yanting pointed to the phone screen and showed him, "You didn't confess your love back then, so you were so dishonest?"
Lu Wen argued: "Didn't you encourage me, saying that I am stronger than I imagined."
Qu Yanting choked up, bit her lower lip and continued to turn over, looking back at the records of those days of quarreling, she felt embarrassing. On the surface, the two fought hard and coldly, and cried on the Internet, fearing that there was something wrong.
He couldn't stand it anymore, turned off his phone, and looked at the sparkling lake to digest the matter.
After a while, Qu Yanting still couldn't believe it, so that he rarely said dirty words: "Fuck, how could this happen."
Lu Wen was taken aback, scratched his chin and said, "It's quite unexpected."
Qu Yanting wondered to himself: "How can you be an unlucky little singer?"
What kind of tone... Lu Wen was unhappy: "Why? Did you see me disappointed?"
Feeling cheated by something wrong, Qu Yanting asked: "Why are you pretending to sing? Isn't this a lie? You dare to show your face to a lie, aren't you afraid of being beaten?"
Lu Wen said aggrievedly: "...then you beat me up! The blood marks from you scratching me before orgasm last night are still there!"
"Why are you mentioning this in broad daylight!" Qu Yanting looked shy, "Besides, why I tickle you is not because you hang me on purpose."
Lu Wen thought to himself, this person didn't ask him to talk, but he spoke quite vigorously. He took off his hat and brushed his hair. He said, "Don't wrong people, I... I used to really sing."
Qu Yanting looked at him suddenly, full of surprise.
Men don't want to mention their past failures, so Lu Wen never told Qu Yanting that the matter had come to an end. He tilted his head and touched the music note tattoo behind his ear, and said frankly, "I got this tattoo when I was in the music industry."
After graduating from university, Lu Wen ventured into the music scene, formed a music room, and signed with Sanwu Records. He released a few songs in four or five years, and the number of plays of the title song did not exceed 10,000 before he changed careers.
It's really unlucky, Qu Yanting thought, and understood why Lu Wen was so happy to sing the theme song. After listening to the tortuous singer's experience, he gradually accepted the fact that the other party was an unlucky little singer.
Once accepted, Qu Yanting couldn't help thinking about it, and then developed a new awkwardness, saying: "No wonder I washed for so long last night."
Lu Wendao: "Isn't that a great time chatting with you!"
Qu Yanting added: "But as a public figure, you have been exposed recently, so asking netizens to meet is too risky, isn't it?"
"I… "
Qu Yanting asked: "What do you want to do when we meet?"
"I didn't think about it." Lu Wen didn't feel right after answering, "Are you trying to induce me? Just get to know each other, what else can I do?"
Qu Yanting imagined for a while that if Lu Wen saw someone else, they ran along the promenade together, rowed together, and looked through the chat records of the past few months together... He suffocated: "Don't do anything!"
Lu Wen slammed his feet a few times: "Where do you come from to criticize me? Don't you want to meet netizens?!"
"That's different." Qu Yanting said, "The little singer is a volunteer, and I'm here to express my gratitude."
Lu Wen yelled: "Then you thank me, why are you still interrogating me?" He stretched out his hand, "I bought it for me, I want a soda!"
Qu Yanting handed over the soda, and at the same time, a wooden stick stuffed with marshmallows was in his hand. He grabbed it, but said firmly: "It's all pigment, I don't want to eat it."
The breeze from the lake poured in, and Lu Wen's heart calmed down.
He was no less surprised than the other party. The little social fear writer turned out to be Qu Yanting, but thinking of Qu Yanting's resistance to the ring tone and anxiety towards the crowd, everything became logical again.
Lu Wen blamed himself for being stupid. He was tempted to become a volunteer because of Qu Yanting, but he didn't guess it for so long.
But it can't be all due to him. Although the two are inextricably similar, there are also differences. Obviously he is a great screenwriter, but the name of a small writer, the one-word "ha", tearful expressions, arrogance, and asking for help are all the cuteness that Qu Yanting hides in reality.
So cute, like sweet soda bubbles in the sun.
Lu Wen bit the bottle and looked at Qu Yanting. His current mentality was subverted. The other party was not only a "Teacher Qu" who could guide and educate him, but also a "small social fear" who had obvious weaknesses and would rely on him.
"Qu Yanting?" Even the address was changed, Lu Wen couldn't help being funny, "Do you only have social phobia?"
Qu Yanting said, "What do you mean?"
Lu Wendao: "There is no split personality?"
"I see you deserve a beating!"
Qu Yanting leaned over and waved his arms at Lu Wen. Lu Wen twisted his waist and hid, the duck boat was shaken, and the lifeguard at the distant pier blew his whistle to warn them not to mess around.
Pedaling back to the shore, the two of them walked out of the park gate from the edge of the path, went to the gate to pick up the car, and the Bentley and the supercar parked one after the other under the sunset.
Lu Wen asked: "Go home next?"
Qu Yanting said: "Then what?"
After finally taking a vacation, Lu Wen wasn't crazy enough: "Let's go play."
Like ordinary couples, eating, shopping, and watching movies... Think about it carefully, they have only gone out for a meal since they fell in love, and they were discovered by fans and died halfway.
Lu Wen stuffed Qu Yanting into the sports car, threw the Bentley here first, started the engine and started on the road. The ground of the supercar was low, and Qu Yanting twisted unaccustomedly, holding the cotton candy.
"I'll throw it away, it's troublesome." Lu Wen said.
Qu Yanting dodged and muttered: "It's not your trouble...I suddenly want to eat."
He licked it, it was sweet and had a faint mango flavor. The last time he ate it, his father was still alive, it was a long memory. Unexpectedly, there will be a second person who buys him cotton candy in his life.
Qu Yanting was so sweet that she stopped and said slowly, "Where are we going?"
Lu Wen picked out what he wanted to do the most: "I want to watch a movie. I haven't been to a movie theater for a long time."
After he finished speaking, he looked sideways, and saw that Qu Yanting's lips were stained with icing sugar, and his expression became erratic under the sunlight. This was not just a reaction of worrying about being discovered.
"What's the matter?" Lu Wen stretched out his hand, "Tell me about it."
Qu Yanting pondered and replied: "When I was young, I often went to the cinema with my dad. Since his death, I have never entered the gate of the cinema again."
Carrying the director's dream of his deceased father, but he dared not enter the screening room again... At the red light, Lu Wencha stopped in the traffic flow of a large film, leaned on Qu Yanting's face sideways, and said, "Are you afraid?"
Qu Yanting shook her head: "I don't know."
"I'll accompany you." Lu Wen said, "What you were afraid of and resisted in the past, I will accompany you to try everything."
Nostrils approached, and Lu Wen licked off the icing on Qu Yanting's lips. He was quelled from fear, comforted in pain, and bewitched by the overlapping silhouette of Lu Wen and the little singer.
As Chehe flowed, Lu Wen took Qu Yanting to the Knowles Club in the West District.
The theater is on the top floor of the club, and the privacy is very good. The backs of the card seats in the projection hall are higher than the top of the head, giving people a great sense of security. Qu Yanting was not as uncomfortable as expected, but a little cramped.
Lu Wen kept distracting him and asked, "Little writer, what would you like to drink?"
Qu Yanting decided casually: "Oolong tea."
"Would you like cornflakes or chips?"
"Listen to you."
"Is it good with yogurt sauce?"
"Ok."
"Do you want eight or twelve fruit combinations?"
"all good."
After Lu Wen ordered a small meal, he swiped the screen to study which movie to watch. Four or five new films have been released recently. According to box office and ratings, Zeng Zhen's film ranks first.
He said, "How about we watch Director Zeng's new film?"
Qu Yanting asked: "Do you not mind seeing Jin Yanyu?"
Lu Wen said indifferently: "He's not the protagonist, besides, the strong are not afraid to look directly at their opponents." He said proudly, "Then I ordered."
When the lights went out and all the high-end and gorgeous equipment and decorations were blurred, Qu Yanting had the illusion of being in the old projection hall more than 20 years ago.
The dragon logo flashed on the big screen, and the movie started. He slowly leaned on Lu Wen's shoulder, and Lu Wen tilted his head and rubbed his hair, feeding him cornflakes in the dark.
After spending half an hour quietly, a wave of intense episodes passed, and Lu Wen objectively commented: "If you look at your private life and professional ability separately, you have to admit that Zeng Zhen is really good."
Qu Yanting said "Yes", indeed, the height of career cannot be adulterated.
Lu Wen continued: "Jin Yanyu is notorious for his poor acting skills, and he was tuned/taught every time he was pleasing to the eye, at least he didn't violate harmony in the movie." He is more and more aware of the director's influence on actors.
Qu Yanting said: "Zeng Zhen has brought out the best actor and queen, and let the young rookie soar into the sky, so many people are eager to cooperate with him."
Lu Wen muttered, "It would be great if I could act in his movie."
Qu Yanting didn't know what to say, and didn't want to discuss this topic in depth, so he didn't say anything.
After a movie ended, the two of them were going to find a place to fill in the Wu Zang Temple. There was a western restaurant in the club, but Lu Wen wanted to eat barbecue, so he used his mobile phone to search for nearby barbecue restaurants.
The elevator went down layer by layer to the parking lot. They walked forward and backward to the parking space not far away. When they passed a black car, the whistle suddenly sounded in the silent parking lot.
"Fuck!" Lu Wen jumped in fright.
Qu Yanting's heart tightened as well. The first reaction was the reporter, who immediately took a step to block Lu Wen behind him. The driver's door of the car opened, and a well-dressed middle-aged man got out. It turned out to be the driver, Lao Yan.
Lu Wen was stunned: "Uncle Yan?"
Old Yan walked around the front of the car, last night he picked up Lu Wen and Qu Yanting to leave the grand ceremony, went to pick up the young master at Qu Yanting's residence in the morning, and met them again in the evening.
If the driver is here... Lu Wen reacted: "My dad has come to the club?"
Lao Yan said: "Well, Mr. Lu comes to relax and play some games two days a month."
At this time, the elevator descended to the bottom again, and the elevator door opened. Lu Zhanqing came out wearing a black baseball shirt, with a windbreaker on his forearm, and his arm muscles were slightly congested and swollen after exercising.
Not more than three or five meters away, Lu Zhanqing saw his own son first while moving in big strides, and when he approached and stood still, he suddenly realized that beside Lu Wen was the screenwriter surnamed Qu.
"Dad, what a coincidence."
Choosing the day is worse than hitting the sun. Lu Wen turned around and stood between Lu Zhanqing and Qu Yanting, and said, "Let me introduce, this is Qu Yanting. Teacher Qu, this is my own father."
Lu Zhanqing snorted, "Do you have a stepdad?"
Lu Wen smirked: "What if I recognize my godfather outside?"
Qu Yanting had no intention of joking, he never expected to meet Lu Wen's father in this way, dressed casually, in the parking lot at night, with no words prepared.
He tried his best to look generous, stretched out his hand, and said, "Hello, Uncle, my name is Qu Yanting."
Lu Zhanqing shook his hand, his voice was calm: "Hello."
After saying hello, Lu Zhanqing glanced at the dial. It was getting late, and he was not interested in chatting in the parking lot. He walked to the carriage, and Lao Yan followed him to open the door with a wink.
Qu Yanting stood stiffly on the spot, the other party did not say a word, his attitude was already very clear, his arms were hanging down, and he curled up the hands he had shaken in panic.
The car door opened, and Lu Zhanqing committed himself to sit in. Before the car door closed, he suddenly opened his mouth and said to Lu Wen, "Tomorrow, I have time to go back to Nanwan."
Qu Yanting's heart was beating like a drum, and his palms were sweating.
Lu Wen hesitated: "Tomorrow..."
Unexpectedly, Lu Zhanqing said again: "Mr. Qu should also come together."