After coming out of the bar, he arrived at the road within a few steps. Although Duan Changke didn't look that formal today, no matter what he was wearing, his aura could not be concealed and was eye-catching.
He also asked Fang Lin very intimately: "Do you need to wear sunglasses?"
Fang Lin just wanted to nod, but found that he was used to walking on the street and was just an amateur, plus everything was in Tao Le's place, and he ran away with Duan Changke as soon as he got off the plane, with nothing on him.
"...It's okay." Fang Lin said a little embarrassed.
Duan Changke just stopped and stopped interfering with him.
Anyway, Duan Changke doesn't need to care about these.
Going a little further is the Binhai Sightseeing Road. The weather in the city here is mostly hot, and the scorching temperature of the unfinished summer stays in the air, but because it is close to the sea, there is more salty humidity. Feel it while walking on the road, be gentler.
And this city is between prosperity and tranquility. It is not as busy and anxious as the first-tier cities. It finds a way to be content, not so hasty, but with a bit of refinement.
This road is very long, Fang Lin even looked at the navigation, the hotel is arranged at the end of this side, but the location of the two is not too far away, which is a suitable distance for walking.
Fang Lin said that he would accompany Duan Changke for a walk, but it was really just a walk. He actually thought about talking about something, but most of what he wanted to say had already been said in the hazy and fragrant atmosphere just now, and it was embarrassing to raise the topic abruptly, so he simply walked side by side with Duan Changke, only speaking occasionally.
The street lights are warm and bright yellow. On the left are row upon row of buildings. On the right is the sea immersed in the murmur of the summer night. Palm trees are located on both sides. He can hear the sound of sea water lapping on the reef from time to time. This road is very long so it is not crowded, and it is off-season, so there are not many pedestrians.
A couple passed by their side, and their love words and sweet love words melted into the night, and then fell into the sea along the wind.
And they still walked with a formulaic distance, but fortunately, they didn't feel awkward.
It could be seen that Duan Changke did come to relax, and his pace slowed down a lot, Fang Lin also walked at his pace.
The mobile phone lit up, and the nurse sent him regular messages from the old man, saying that everything was fine now and that he had already gone to bed, but before going to bed, he still told the nurse that his grandson was busy on a business trip and asked the nurse not to disturb him.
Fang Lin thinks that he is still on a business trip now. He doesn't really have a great desire to take pictures of delicious food and beautiful scenery, but he is used to taking pictures and sending them to the elderly, no matter what year her memory stops.
Sometimes he takes selfies, and sometimes he asks passers-by to take a standard tourist photo—the kind his grandma likes best.
But now if you take a selfie on this road, you won’t be able to see the characteristics. Fang Lin thought about it and called Duan Changke’s name: “Mr. Duan, can you take a photo of me? Just take a photo of me and the sea behind me. Give it to my grandma."
Duan Changke nodded, took Fang Lin's cell phone without asking any further questions, saw him bouncing and running a little farther, found a small protruding viewing platform, chose the angle by himself, and even knew the essence of taking pictures of tourists Leaning against the stone railing behind him, he compared "yeah".
After finishing this, Fang Lin maintained this posture without moving, gritted his teeth and said louder: "That's it! It's done!"
When he saw Duan Changke holding up his mobile phone, he seemed to twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, probably laughing at his current posture and behavior. Fang Lin's face felt a little hot unconsciously, probably out of embarrassment.
Fang Lin himself also found it miraculous. In the past, he would never have imagined that he would go for a walk with this kind of person who had no relationship with him before, and he even asked him to take stupid photos of himself.
Fortunately, Duan Changke finished the filming very quickly, and handed back the phone, Fang Lin didn't think about that, and only focused on looking at the shooting results.
Duan Changke's photography skills can't be said to be good, but it's not bad either. It's exactly as he thought. The composition is complete and the size is moderate. Fang Lin's pose is in place, the expression is perfect, and the background of passers-by. The standard tourist photo for publicity.
Fang Lin's eyes were sharp, and he also saw that in one of the photos, the couple who had just walked past the two of them was photographed. The taller boy lowered his head slightly and just kissed the girl's lips. The girl closed her eyes, but even so You can also feel her shyness and throbbing.
Quite fitting.
Fang Lin thought.
Then send the photos one by one.
"Thank you, Mr. Duan!" Fang Lin held the mobile phone in satisfaction, and told the nurse that he would show the old man when he woke up, and if he wanted to, he would go to see her after the shooting was finished.
"En." Duan Changke responded lightly to his thanks, and continued to walk forward.
The two returned to the previous mode, but probably because the sea breeze was warm and the waves were soft, it was considered natural and comfortable.
He saw Duan Changke's shadow cast by the street lamp, taller and taller than usual, and standing next to him looked even thinner.
Fang Lin stretched out his hand and squeezed his forearm in a strange way, it didn't seem to be that thin. But if you are of normal weight, it will not look good on the mirror.
He looked at the shadow on the ground and saw that Duan Changke noticed his movement, and turned his head suspiciously.
In order not to let him find out that he was so engrossed, Fang Lin pointed to the advertising lightboard beside it that read "The most delicious seafood you have never seen before, the amazing lobster as thick as a child's arm" and said: "I will I want to compare and see how thick the lobster above is."
So ten minutes later, I sat in the restaurant and felt the weight of this signature lobster.
… But even this ad copy looks weird.
Duan Changke calmly explained: "It's too late to choose other ones, let's get closer, I happen to know the owner of the one you saw."
In the private room, Fang Lin stared blankly at the exquisitely processed seafood in front of him, thinking, he almost forgot that Duan Changke's identity is really more than just the boss of an entertainment company.
"Just now I saw that you yelled to leave after eating dessert," Duan Changke added, "I thought you might not be full."
Fang Lin could only nod: "Thank you, Mr. Duan."
Duan Changke asked for something else for herself. He is actually very young. Although he is not dressed formally today, his gestures and gestures carry a sense of nobility that is different from others. Fang Lin thought that it was because of this that he was distinguished from ordinary people.
Duan Changke seems to be different today, at least after he came out of the bar, he didn't look so cold, he would agree to take pictures for him, and he would also take him to dinner for an obvious clumsy reason.
Although he knew that the other party did this out of upbringing, Fang Lin probably wasn't in a bad mood because he was telling people about the past again.
The two finished the meal quietly, and it was already late when they returned to the hotel.
Duan Changke's room is on the top floor, which is still a few floors behind Fang Lin's room. After all, it would be too high-profile if the room type was upgraded to be the same as his own, and it would easily attract suspicion.
Fang Lin knew that even if Duan Changke didn't reject it, it didn't mean he wanted to make this relationship public.
He pressed the elevator for himself, then asked Duan Changke's floor, and pressed it for him too.
There were only the two of them in the elevator, and he told Duan Changke about tomorrow's itinerary: "I guess I have to leave early, and then film for a day."
The other party didn't speak, but with a soft sound, Fang Lin's floor had arrived.
He was thinking of saying goodbye to Duan Changke, but he didn't expect that the other party got off the elevator with him before the elevator door closed and walked to Fang Lin's room.
"Duan..." But Fang Lin only uttered a very short syllable, and he took back all the rest.
The two walked side by side, as they had done on their previous walks together.
The difference is that this time because the corridor is carpeted, no one makes a sound, and the shadows of the two cannot be seen.
Fang Lin opened the door with his card, went in and turned on the light, and then heard the sound of the door closing behind him.
There was a "click", the movement was not loud, but it was like a hint that everyone understood.
Fang Lin turned his head and saw Duan Changke standing in the entrance.
No words were spoken, and no unnecessary movements were made. But look at him, meet his gaze.
Fang Lin made a swallowing motion, then threw the phone aside, and walked back in two steps.
He turned off the porch light.
Then he stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around the opponent's back.
He leaned over without saying a word, like a docile doll.
Soon, he was hugged too.
No one spoke, only gradually bold temptations and hands of encouragement.
Fang Lin lightly licked Duan Changke's earlobe, bit his lower jaw, then slid to Adam's apple, and wrapped it with his lips and tongue.
Duan Changke didn't chase and kiss him, but she didn't push him away either.
And no longer ask irrelevant questions like the first time.
Gradually, both of them had enough awareness of their identities. Duan Changke could walk beside him in a gentlemanly manner, and he could also talk about the past naturally.
These do not affect the relationship.
Duan Changke stroked the back of Fang Lin's neck, stood in front of the sink, and pressed his head down.
He looked down at the person who was trying to please him, and couldn't explain what he was thinking, so he reached out and wiped the corner of his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Fang Lin stopped and said the first words since he entered the room.
His eyes still looked clear, as if he hadn't done anything right now.
"It's nothing." Duan Changke said and lit a cigarette.
He picked Fang Lin up from the ground: "I'm not filming tomorrow. Don't be unable to stand up then."
Fang Lin was stunned for a moment, and just about to say it's okay, he saw Duan Changke approaching him again and said, "The bed should be softer."
Then he pulled him, took off the only piece of clothing on his body, and then sent his fingers to his mouth, and when he touched his tongue, his fingertips hooked slightly.
He even forgot how he and Duan Changke got on the bed, he just remembered that both of them took off their clothes easily without any hindrance.
The air conditioner was turned on very low, Duan Changke pressed the back of Fang Lin's neck with his left hand, and lightly brushed the cigarette between his fingers with his right hand, then held it to his lips again, and took a moderate puff.
In fact, there is still progress this time, Fang Lin thought, at least not as flustered as last time, and messed up all over the place.
As he thought about it, he suddenly felt a choke in his neck, and squeezed his neck with both hands.
The sudden stimulation made him go limp, he couldn't help but let out a cry, and took a mouthful of not-so-dense smoke.
He didn't hate the smell of cigarettes on the other person.
Duan Changke's right hand covered his cold skin again, burning hot.
His voice was very low, but Fang Lin could still hear him clearly.
There was soot falling on Fang Lin's waist, against the reddish fingerprints on the side.
He pressed Fang Lin's soot-stained waist and said.
"Lie down."