At any rate, he was someone who had signed a support contract with the sponsor without blushing, not to mention that Meng Jinyu and Duan Changke were not in the same class, and he could act calmly with a little acting.
Meng Jinyu seemed really taken aback by his appearance: "Didn't you look down on me just now?!"
Fang Lin glanced at him calmly, without showing off, "I just remembered something important."
Meng Jinyu gave him a suspicious look.
Seeing him like this, Fang Lin coughed, and continued to calmly say nothing.
He originally thought that Meng Jinyu might chatter a few more words, but he only heard a "tsk" and threw the phone over: "Take it."
Taking the man softly, Fang Lin immediately got out of the quilt, took it with both hands respectfully, and said thank you.
The tip of Meng Jinyu's nose was wrinkled, and his expression was stinky: "Remember to return it to me when you're done using it! I'll have to wait for the call later."
Fang Lin helped him rearrange the room while agreeing, which was considered as compensation for his rascal behavior just now. Meng Jinyu looked at him with folded arms, dragged his suitcase in after two minutes, spread it out and started to put things. Fang Lin glanced back, his jaw almost dropped in shock.
"No, I know skin care is very important, but..." He watched Meng Jinyu start to take out a bunch of small bottles and cans, and half a box of various masks next to him was amazed.
He took a look at himself, indeed, compared with Meng Jinyu, he lost the delicacy of being an idol.
But I am not an idol either.
Meng Jinyu looked over with a familiar look: "You can only give a little of these things. If you give too much, I don't have enough for myself."
"No, no, no." Fang Lin waved his hands quickly, looking at Meng Jinyu's delicate and flawless face, he suddenly felt a kind of sincere respect, "You use it, you use it."
He went downstairs to get his suitcase. After all, there were only the two of them here, so Fang Lin chose the room next to Meng Jinyu.
After putting away his things, Meng Jinyu began to wash his face and skin care, and carefully selected which mask to put on today. Fang Lin took his mobile phone and prepared to go to the next door. Before he left, he heard Meng Jinyu call him: "Who are you calling?"
Fang Lin did not change his face: "Assistant."
He closed the door as he spoke, and covered the radio in the room like Meng Jinyu did. A minute later, a low and polite male voice came from the opposite side: "Hello."
Fang Lin erased the guilty conscience from his mind, and said to the "assistant" on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Duan."
Then he was worried that the other party would not be able to hear his own voice, so he quickly explained: "It's me, Fang Lin."
Duan Changke's surprise was too short to make people feel: "The phone was confiscated?"
"How do you know?" Fang Lin felt stupid as soon as he finished speaking. He is an insider anyway, and he is not familiar with any routines. "I borrowed the mobile phone of the guest in the same group."
"En." Duan Changke responded, and then asked him, "What's wrong?"
what happened
When Fang Lin heard this sentence, he hesitated for a moment.
It seems nothing.
When he picked up the phone, he said to himself that the production team must have explained to Tao Le, and he didn't need to make another call. Grandma might have fallen asleep at this point today, so it's not good to bother her.
He was worried that people would find out if he added a note to Duan Changke on the phone, so he simply wrote down the number and recognized the number every time he called.
That's why he made that call.
He was afraid that Duan Changke would not be able to find him.
Fang Lin didn't want to think about the many unreasonable reasons in this reason, because the phone has already been connected.
Facing Meng Jinyu's calm and calm appearance just now, he closed the door and disappeared, Fang Lin was even worried that the camera in the room would read his mouth shape, so he subconsciously covered his mouth with his palm, and said somewhat unnaturally: "No. I thought you didn't know, and I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to call me."
"Really." Duan Changke's tone could not hear much doubt, "Then if I want to call you, can I call this number?"
Fang Lin was stunned for a moment: "I don't know, otherwise I'll ask him..."
"Just kidding." He heard Duan Changke smile, "Just contact me."
"... Oh." Even though the other side couldn't see, Fang Lin covered his mouth and nodded lightly and earnestly. After he nodded, he felt that his actions were too stupid, so he quickly explained: "But I will record for a few days! I won't lose contact for too long! "
"Understood." Duan Changke didn't seem to care how long he would be out of contact, his voice sounded more relaxed and brighter, Fang Lin guessed that he might have leaned on the back of the chair to rest while talking to him.
"Are you busy?" Probably the relaxed feeling was contagious, Fang Lin who was originally sitting on the bed also lay back and squinted his eyes comfortably.
"It's okay." Duan Changke's background was not quiet, as if he hadn't rested yet.
"Do you have any other instructions?" Duan Changke paused, as if recalling the topic Fang Lin had mentioned before, he called him amusedly, "Master Fang?"
Fang Lin felt embarrassed when he called him like this, but he didn't mean to stop the other party from shouting: "Just, just tell you."
In the end, he refused to admit defeat and said: "The main thing is to see Mr. Duan's arrangement, and I will follow your orders."
Fang Lin spoke one honorific title at a time, but there was a meaning of paying back in the words. He heard Duan Changke chuckle twice on the other end of the phone: "I'm getting more courageous now that I don't meet each other."
Fang Lin turned over on the bed and buried his head in the quilt: "The sky is high and the emperor is far away."
Duan Changke didn't bother with him: "Is there nothing to do with the program team tonight?"
"No, I heard that there is no official mission until tomorrow." Fang Lin said, "It's just that the house is too big, and it's deserted without people coming."
"Then go to bed, maybe I will wake you up at five o'clock tomorrow morning." Duan Changke seemed to be well versed in the routines of this type of program, and reminded.
"I can't sleep, it's so far away, we're almost approaching the neighboring city, I slept in the car for a long time today." Fang Lin kicked off his shoes, his legs dangling on the bed, muttering and complaining.
But before Duan Changke could speak, Fang Lin heard the other party's report, and he thought he was still working: "Forget it, then I'll put on a mask and lie down. You do your work first."
Duan Changke didn't say much, and hummed: "Okay."
Both of them hung up the phone very simply, and Duan Changke was not someone who would chat nonsense with him all the time.
Thinking about it, Fang Lin found a lollipop from the suitcase and drank it in a daze.
It's chocolate-flavored, with a scary amount of sugar, but Fang Lin is quite happy to eat it.
Duan Changke has actually changed.
He comes from a good background and is noble in his bones. Even if he looks indifferent, he has basic respect for everyone because of his upbringing. He had seen through his own nervousness and didn't say anything, and he didn't refuse when it was delivered to his door. Even joking was just a polite way of communication, but his actions were still cold.
But now I have some more personal emotions, maybe I have been close to him for a long time, no matter how I have more physical contact, I am more familiar than ordinary people.
The chocolate-flavored lollipop had a taste of artificial sweetener, Fang Lin bit it open, chewed it up and swallowed it.
So it's not too much for me to follow his emotions and respond involuntarily.
he thinks.
But before he finished thinking, the phone on the bed vibrated suddenly, and there was also a number without a name on it, but it was not Duan Changke's.
He remembered what Meng Jinyu said just now that he had to wait for the phone call later, and stood up without hesitation, fearing that the other party would hang up, he immediately knocked on the door next door.
Meng Jinyu had a noble and shiny gold foil mask on his face. Seeing that Fang Lin knocked anxiously, his expression was not very good when he opened the door: "Why are you—"
As a result, as soon as he saw the vibrating mobile phone, he immediately picked it up without saying a word, and didn't even hide that Fang Lin was still at the side, so he eagerly pressed the answer button: "Hello?"
Fang Lin heard a voice different from what he had imagined.
Undoubtedly it was a male voice, but the timbre was almost rough and hoarse, calm and steady, but a little less energetic. It sounded like he was much older than Meng Jinyu.
He couldn't quite hear what the other party said, but it was very brief, and soon Fang Lin saw Meng Jinyu's delicate and beautiful brows frowned, and said "ah" softly.
Fang Lin didn't intend to stay here and listen without embarrassment, but when he turned around and went back to his room, he heard Meng Jinyu whisper to the person on the other end of the phone: "But you promised me."
Then he said in a very generous tone: "But you are busy, forget it, I don't care."
Fang Lin put his hand on the doorknob.
This is all acting like a baby, he thought, and he didn't know if the other side coaxed him or not.
"Hey wait!"
Meng Jinyu suddenly stopped him.
He didn't expect that his call would be finished so quickly, and he was still standing by the door: "What else do you want?"
He didn't realize it himself, the tone was still the same as Duan Changke's teasing himself just now.
Meng Jinyu didn't seem very interested, probably because of the phone call. A little half of his noble gold leaf mask fell off because he was going to answer the phone call, and it stuck to half of his face, and he simply tore it off with his weary hands.
"Hey," he said to Fang Lin, "I'm hungry."
Fang Lin glanced at him silently.
Although Meng Jinyu was in a bad mood, confronting Fang Lin seemed to cheer him up or something, so he poked him again: "Are you hungry? Let's go out and find something to eat?"
Fang Lin kindly reminded him of the location of this noble villa area: "If you want to buy food here, you have to go down the mountain first."
"Oh." Meng Jinyu replied angrily, his shoulders drooping.
He approached Fang Lin, sniffed lightly with his nose very sensitively: "No, you smell sweet. Did you bring snacks? I didn't say it earlier."
I don't know why, but after getting along with Meng Jinyu a few times, I probably felt his temper. Fang Lin felt that this man was less funny than himself, he wrote everything on his face, and his tone was a little yin and yang, and he jumped his feet, so he said deliberately: "There are only cheap snacks with saccharin coloring added, you probably don't like it."
Sure enough, Meng Jinyu started to explode as soon as he teased: "Why are you mocking me!"
"I didn't." Fang Lin continued.
However, Meng Jinyu's expression was more angry than when he hung up the phone just now.
"Quick, give me some."
Meng Jinyu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he dragged him to his room. Fang Lin was joking just now, and followed his movements to take out two packets of biscuits and a lollipop for him from the box.
With a smile on Meng Jinyu's face, he unwrapped the package and quickly disposed of a package, and then began to eat the lollipop happily.
It's as if the unpleasantness on the phone just now never happened at all.
The room between the two was finally quiet for a while.
The weather has been pretty good since the beginning of autumn, and the temperature still retains a false impression of summer, but I don't know what happened. Not long after the two of them entered the door, it began to rain outside. At first, no one noticed. Care, the result seems to be just a moment, the rain is getting bigger and bigger, accompanied by the roar of thunder and lightning, tearing and screaming between the sky and the earth and pressing down.
The sound of the rain was getting louder, and Fang Lin didn't have a mobile phone. Seeing that Meng Jinyu was still staring at the screen of the mobile phone, he felt embarrassed to borrow it again, so he decided to go back to the room and lie down.
He stood up, saw that Meng Jinyu had turned on all the lights in the room, walked to the door and said, "May I turn off one for you?"
"Hey don't!" Meng Jinyu shook his head hastily, "I'll come by myself later."
Fang Lin thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Aren't you afraid of the dark?"
"Yeah, what's the matter?" He originally thought that Meng Jinyu would deny it, but the other party not only didn't, but also admitted it openly. He asked straightforwardly, and even added, "I'm still afraid of thunder, what's your opinion?"
"No, no." The relationship between him and Meng Jinyu was very strange. It seemed that there was always someone with a gun and a stick, but they never really got into a fight. He waved his hand, "Good night then,"
"Okay." Meng Jinyu rarely reached a temporary reconciliation with him, "Good night."
Fang Lin lay on the bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt.
The sound of the rain was still loud, but not to the point where it could affect my sleep.
He closed his eyes, feeling that dealing with Meng Jinyu was not tiring, and even fun.
It's just that this person looks quite delicate, but it's true, Fang Lin thought of Meng Jinyu's resume, he was born rich compared to ordinary people, and his journey has been smooth and smooth, without any major tests.
It's not bad if you think about it that way.
Not afraid of the dark nor the thunder...
At most, it is a little afraid of the cold.
According to the plan, several other guests will come over one after another today, and then the official recording of the first day will start.
As a result, what was unexpected, when he came together, the program team said to them very sorry that because of the heavy rain last night, all flights here were cancelled, so the plan had to be postponed by one day. Someone won't come until tomorrow afternoon.
The planner of the program group kept apologizing, and returned the phones of the two of them. He also said that if the two of them had something to do, they could leave first and come back tomorrow. The radio equipment will start tomorrow when everyone is here.
Fang Lin thought to himself, probably the program team didn't watch yesterday's recording, if they saw Meng Jinyu carelessly taking out his phone in front of the camera, would he still say that.
The rain still didn't stop today, and it was the weekend again. Fang Lin happened to be out of work, and it was really far away here, so it took a long time to go back to the city, but in the end he didn't go back, and stayed here for an extra day.
Fortunately, there is everything here, and there is no camera to capture it. Fang Lin sat on the first floor and thought, it's also very good, so let's treat it as a relaxing vacation.
Meng Jinyu has not woken up. His mobile phone is assembled in a sealed bag for the program and asked Fang Lin to hand it over. He probably thought that the relationship between the two is still in dire straits. Even if it is not recorded in the camera, there must be some interaction for future programs. Effects add color. Fang Lin nodded and accepted, but did not tell the staff that he actually got along with the other party pretty well.
Fang Lin who got the mobile phone seemed to be born again. First, he returned the news in the living room on the first floor. Tao Le continued to leave a message to himself excitedly, saying that the evaluation of him after the new episode of the TV series was still good. Xia Qi was worried that something might go wrong for him in the show, so he sent another form to ask him to do it. His thinking is very conservative, even if he doesn't set up a character, it's okay, but now because the performance of the show is not bad, he is doing well. It's easy to be a little positive, don't be on the black hot search because of this variety show.
Inside and out is to let him not conflict with Meng Jinyu.
After Fang Lin replied, he turned on his phone and played the game he played in Duan Changke's apartment last time, but he was still abused for several rounds early in the morning because of his operation of cooking to ascend to heaven.
"It's so noisy." Meng Jinyu came down from the second floor rubbing his head, his brows were tightly frowned, and he looked like he was still getting up, "Are you so energetic?"
Fang Lin continued to be abused without looking up, and just said lightly: "The people from the program team came here just now."
Meng Jinyu was taken aback, thinking that there was someone else, he immediately began to straighten his hair and hurriedly said: "Isn't this the beginning?! Wait, wait, I'm not ready, you go on top first..."
"They're all gone." Fang Lin said helplessly, raising his chin to signal him, "You also got your phone back."
Then explain the situation to him.
Originally, I thought that Meng Jinyu might want to go back, but I didn't expect that the other party also decided to stay here temporarily, which was a bit surprising.
After he lost the game, he looked up at Meng Jinyu.
The other party did not seem to have slept well, because the skin is so good that you can see it in any condition, and there is a faint blue circle under his eyes. Fang Lin asked him: "Do you accept the bed?"
Meng Jinyu seemed displeased at mentioning this: "That's right."
Fang Lin changed the subject: "Are you hungry?"
"Hungry!" The other party immediately responded loudly, "Is there anything to eat?"
"Give a call and say to contact this," Fang Lin handed over a card, "I just have to wait a little longer to hear."
Meng Jinyu wrinkled his nose when he saw the above content: "Why are they all spicy dishes. The non-spicy ones look oily."
"Be content," Fang Lin said, "I heard that after the official recording, you have to use the money you earn to exchange for everything you eat. Maybe you won't be able to eat this at that time, so you will just let it go."
"I don't want it." Meng Jinyu said angrily, "I'm going down the mountain to find something to eat, even takeaway. I'll bring you whatever you want."
After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and called his assistant.
Fang Lin sighed, and suddenly remembered that he had seen the kitchen on the first floor, and it seemed that everything was complete. He wondered why he came here to cook for others, and said, "Otherwise."
"You go to the refrigerator in the kitchen to see if there is anything you want to eat, and then I will make it for you, how about it?"
Meng Jinyu blinked his big eyes suspiciously: "Can you do it..."
Fang Lin was so watched by him that he wanted to press the sofa pillow on his face, and said angrily, "You can't do it!!"
The prince of the consortium tried it and said it was good! !
Of course, he didn't dare to say this, but just stared at him angrily.
"Well, I can't do it..." Meng Jinyu curled his lips, but he didn't contact the assistant, hesitantly said, "Then, try?"
Fang Lin still pressed the pillow of the sofa against the delicate face of the other party.
The two had a quarrel like elementary school students, and Fang Lin, who won in the end, snorted: "Go and choose. But you wash the dishes."
Meng Jinyu really went to the kitchen to look, and really chose a few things he wanted to eat and came back, then smiled at him: "There is a dishwasher, hehe."
"..."
Yes, next time I can suggest Mr. Duan to install a dishwasher at home.
Fang Lin muttered in his heart.
After a lot of tossing and turning, Jingui idol finally got the meal. In fact, Fang Lin was still a little nervous or worried that it would not suit his taste when he served it: "How is it?"
Meng Jinyu picked up a chopstick for each dish, swallowed it as carefully as tasting Michelin, and then put the chopsticks on the bowl.
Fang Lin: "?"
Why doesn't it taste good, do you want to have another fight with me
In the next second, Meng Jinyu grabbed his sleeve with a look of admiration as if looking at a great man, and all the arrogance before was gone: "God!!"
This time it was Fang Lin's turn to frown: "...you don't have to praise me like that."
Meng Jinyu's expression was like a clingy cat, and he continued to grab his sleeve: "Kami!!"
"Speak well and don't speak Japanese," Fang Lin coughed and brushed off his hand, saying reservedly, "Then just don't leave too much."
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" He acted coquettishly very naturally, without any trace of affectation, nor would it make people feel disgusted or annoying.
Fang Lin thought it was quite miraculous, but he didn't expect that it was lunch that finally turned the fight into a jade.
After a day of rain, Meng Jinyu ate and went to sleep for a beauty sleep, while Fang Lin finished watching the episodes just updated yesterday on the sofa.
Now the plot is clear, but everyone in the play is still in the mud for no reason. The audience knows the direction of the story, understands what will happen next, and knows that Jinghe's hard work is still in vain, and he will still fall into the trap. In the unbreakable reincarnation.
The most heart-wrenching thing about watching a drama is that you can empathize with the emotions of the protagonist, but you can only be an outsider who cannot intervene, so every day in the barrage is spent in ah-ah and woo-woo.
In today's plot, there is also a scene where Jing Chuan reunited with the heroine. After he became an adult, he changed his outfit and lost his old childishness, but the look in his eyes was still there. He smiled and sweetly called the other party's sister.
"Wuuuu, mother Xiaochuan hugged me to soothe my heart that was broken by your brother just now."
"Xiao Chuan is so cute when he is an adult! When I think of this character as an iron tool man, I feel miserable."
"Yeah, there are too few descriptions in the novel, so I just casually mentioned that it seems that I liked the heroine, and the other party regarded him as a younger brother, so it's gone."
"For the first time, I hope that the screenwriter will add drama, huh."
"Forget it, if a female number three that I don't know really comes out, it will be quite shocking! Our Xiaochuan is beautiful!"
Fang Lin is now able to watch the barrage without changing his face, but every time he watches his performance, he still thinks about whether he can perform better than he is now if he does it all over again.
After watching the show, he lay down on the sofa and took a nap for a while. There was a thin blanket on the sofa, and the temperature was just right when covered, and it was also suitable for sleeping on rainy days.
He and Meng Jinyu spent most of the day like this on vacation, and at night the other party skipped down to order food, and then continued to wait for the meal with that adoring look.
"After dinner, I want to go out for a walk." Meng Jinyu wiped his mouth and said, "Do you want to go together? Just take a stroll."
"I'm not going." Fang Lin was already a bit of a nerd, and it was still wet outside, so he didn't want to move, "You go."
"Oh, yes." Meng Jinyu didn't persuade him much, probably because he had a good time eating, and after eating, he took an umbrella and sunglasses and went out happily, while Fang Lin continued to lie on the soft sofa, but he was also happy.
He leaned on it and read half of the book before Meng Jinyu came back, put the umbrella in the porch, came over to talk to him without changing his clothes and sunglasses.
Meng Jinyu touched Fang Lin's elbow: "Hey. I didn't expect to see insiders here."
Fang Lin thought, this is a well-known villa area, it's normal to meet him, but he still asked, "Who?"
"But strictly speaking, it's at the BOSS level. And you still know him." Meng Jinyu said mysteriously, "Your new boss."
Fang Lin was startled for a moment, then he confirmed in his heart who Meng Jinyu was talking about, and then asked in disbelief, "... Mr. Duan?"
"Yes," Meng Jinyu said, "the road here is quite winding. When I came back, I wanted to take a shortcut from Area F, but I got lost in the detour. I saw him in the underground garage. I just parked the car. , I don’t know which door to go to, I’m afraid I won’t look much if I’m found out.”
"...Oh." Fang Lin nodded blankly.
"Hey, it's your current boss anyway, why don't you care at all." Meng Jinyu looked at him strangely.
Fang Lin smiled: "It's useless for me to care, it has nothing to do with me."
"That's true." Meng Jinyu nodded, then stretched and walked upstairs, "Ah, I'm so tired, I'm going to take a shower and apply a mask—"
Fang Lin was sneaky, and waited for Meng Jinyu to close the door before entering his room, then took out his cell phone, hesitated and dialed.
The other party answered very quickly, maybe on the balcony or in the garden, the background sound was the same as my own, it was the continuous sound of rain in the autumn night: "Did you get the phone again today?"
Fang Lin briefly explained the reason: "Tomorrow there will be no more."
After a pause, he couldn't stop his curiosity at all, and asked again: "Mr. Duan, are you at Beiyuan Mountain now?"
After finishing speaking, he remembered that when he called yesterday, he did mention to Duan Changke that his side is far away, and he is close to the neighboring city.
Duan Changke didn't ask him how he knew, but just responded lightly: "Yes. Come home and have a meal."
"Oh." Fang Lin said, and then added in a low voice, "I'm here too."
"I know, you said it yesterday." Duan Changke was probably smoking, and Fang Lin heard a small voice.
The two didn't speak for a while, only the sound of falling rain rubbed together as a common solo.
Fang Lin also went to the window. Outside were lush trees, and the buildings were hidden among them. Each building had enough independent space and was surrounded and well protected.
Because of the rain, the moon could not be seen in the sky, but the autumn was not deep, and the scenery I saw was not bleak and solemn, but it was clear and clean that was left behind in summer.
Although Duan Changke's real estate has nothing to do with him, Fang Lin thought, but he just asked curiously.
"Mr. Duan," he asked tentatively, "You know I'm here, and I'm coming here today, so why didn't you tell me last night."
He actually knew that the question was a bit out of line, Duan Changke had no obligation to tell him anything about himself, and he had no right to interfere with the other party's privacy.
But he asked anyway.
After a while, Fang Lin heard a laugh from the other end of the phone.
He saw the wayward rain outside the window drenching everything, but it seemed that he was forgiven by the gentle trees, they allowed it to continue to fall wantonly, and said to it with resignation and tolerance that it was okay, we wouldn't do it anyway. you are angry.
Perhaps it was an illusion, he felt that the sound of the rain seemed to have heard the response of the trees, and it suddenly became louder. The original pattering sound turned into a huge roar, and his heart sank, as if he wanted to be overwhelmed by the sound of the rain.
He could almost imagine what the other party was like—
There must be a very faint smile on the corner of the mouth, the expression on the face must be playful rather than contemptuous, the eyebrows must be slightly raised, with a little careless laxity.
"It's not because the ski resort hasn't been built yet." He heard Duan Changke's voice, which came through clearly from the deafening rain, and easily fell into his ears. "I'm afraid Young Master Fang won't like it."