Fang Lin opened his mouth subconsciously, but he felt his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.
The sound of the rain outside the window seemed to drown him, and the rain seemed to be scrambling to get in through the window, and said confidently and gleefully, Fang Lin, what's wrong with you.
What's wrong
"Why do you still call me that..." Even he didn't realize it, his voice became very soft, his face was hot, and he repeated knowingly: "I, I was just kidding last time."
Duan Changke teased Fang Lin, and his mood obviously improved, but he didn't go too far, so he brought the topic back.
"I didn't say it because my family members were there." This sentence was an explanation.
Fang Lin let out an "oh" and said something unnutritious: "It's raining heavily."
But Duan Changke continued with his words.
The two chatted for a while this time, probably because Duan Changke accompanied him to watch the show last time. Fang Lin chatted with him for a while about the response to the show, and said, "I don't seem to be acting badly."
"I know," Duan Changke said on the other end of the phone, "There are people around me watching, saying that your role is very good."
"He also praised me for signing the right sign." He added.
It's okay to boast, but being praised by others all of a sudden, Fang Lin felt a little unnatural: "Yes, is it..."
"Yeah." Duan Changke thought of something, called his name, and said, "Will you be recording here tomorrow night?"
"I have to have dinner with my family tonight, but tomorrow night," he gave an address, "you can come to me if you want."
Fang Lin was taken aback: "But tomorrow I'm going to sleep here..."
He heard Duan Changke smile: "Fang Lin."
"Ok?"
"Just meet up, don't need to stay overnight."
Realizing that he was thinking too much and talking too much, Fang Lin immediately stopped talking.
But he couldn't hold on for too long, and when Duan Changke was about to hang up the phone, he couldn't help but said: "Then if I can find a mobile phone to contact you tomorrow, then... let's talk about it."
"it is good."
Duan Changke replied very simply, including the last good night.
Sure enough, the good days only lasted for one night. At eight o'clock the next day, someone knocked on the door of their room on time.
Because I don't need to go to the city to record for the time being, I didn't go out of my way to wake people up at five o'clock. Fang Lin, who was wearing a plain face, just pushed open the door, and saw Meng Jinyu, who had already cleaned himself up in all directions and had no dead ends, frowned and looked over. .
But the staff just came over and reminded the two to hand over their mobile phones.
"... Morning." Fang Lin said to him.
Meng Jinyu nodded to him across the staff, his eyes were full of the content of "I know you didn't get up early to clean up yourself, do you really know that you are recording a show and now the camera is turned on?".
Fang Lin probably understood half of it, and said to himself that this person is really an idol.
On the contrary, there was a little excitement in the eyes of the staff, and the two really did not get along as rumored!
Taking the two of them down to the living room on the first floor, other guests also came one after another, and greeted everyone as soon as they entered the door.
But the eyes that stay between the two are longer.
It seems that the hot search is still useful, at least everyone thinks so.
After all, it was originally an operation of fabricating marketing accounts to maintain KPIs. Neither Fang Lin nor Meng Jinyu deliberately concealed or intentionally opened the business. Anyway, it was not just a few minutes of recording, and people with a discerning eye could always see it after a long time.
But now, in the eyes of outsiders, there are many things that can be interpreted.
The cameras were all turned on, and everyone sat down and greeted each other. After a while, a staff member came out to introduce the recording requirements of this episode.
There are three groups of six guests who came later, plus Fang Lin and the others, a total of four men and four women, but they will not stay here all the time.
Because it mainly shoots life variety shows, the rhythm is not too strong, and the focus is on the interaction between each group of guests. For example, the other three pairs of guests, one group is an e-sports group, and the personnel are from a game that has been on the gods. The retired mid laner A and the new mid laner B who took his place in the same team, one group is the director C and the actor D himself who claim to "never find A to act in a play", and the other group is the one who has quarreled publicly in front of the media Former · Lovely Sister Flower.
The purpose of the program group is obvious, it is to create topics.
That's why Xia Qi and Tao Le didn't recommend him to come here at that time. At the time, Fang Lin wondered why Meng Jinyu would come. After all, he was very popular. Thinking about it now... With his personality, he might just come here because he was bored and wanted to win a battle with him.
Even if the fans are very disdainful of their behavior, every time they post a topic on the official blog, they will be hammered by the above-mentioned star fans, but they don't care. Anyway, the more these people scold, they will definitely watch on time in the end.
The theme of this day's recording is called "An Ordinary Day with Strangers", and the content sounds so simple that people can't figure it out: eight people are in the same room, they can't go out before nine o'clock in the evening, and the mobile phone is only available the next morning. Use it for a while, cook together and work together, the euphemistic name is that everyone gets to know each other together.
Everyone who saw a line on the task card: "..."
The staff said the rules and explained a few words casually, then closed the door and left, with a smile on the corner of their mouth when they left.
How could they not know that this kind of mission sounds embarrassing and unimaginable, but it doesn't matter - anyway, they know what the audience wants to see, and the people convened here don't know each other, and there are bright faces in the group Contradictions, if they choose to whitewash the peace and fool the past, contemporary Leeuwenhoek netizens will be able to pick out all kinds of grievances from various unnatural details; if they don't plan to hide it, that's fine, the same group Netizens of Leeuwenhoek have seen it even more.
In short, it is not a loss to the program group itself. How much is it worth to be scolded
The program crew excitedly sat behind the cameras one by one, gearing up and waiting for a big show.
As a result, the awkward atmosphere in the room did not last long. Meng Jinyu, who was about to sink into the sofa, raised his hand first.
"I regret it." He yawned, "I still shouldn't have come..."
Fang Lin followed closely and raised his hand: "I have a little too."
The actor who was said to be extremely poor in acting was called Liang Tiantian. He glanced at his fellow director and tentatively said, "I... I'm fine."
On the other hand, the e-sports team was blunt, mid laner A: "What the hell is this all about?"
Mid laner B: "The main reason is that this task is boring. Is there a computer in the room? I'm still training..."
After finishing speaking, he didn't look at other people's faces, and really went looking for computers everywhere.
Fang Lin kindly reminded: "You won't be allowed to make calls anymore, the game will definitely not be available online."
"That's easy to say, it's not a big problem," mid laner A said in a Shandong accent with a signature inverted sentence, "You can also play single player, I'll see if there is any."
Then I really stood up and went to search for games with mid laner B.
"So now is the meaning of free activities until nine o'clock?" Female star E flicked her bangs, "Then I'll go to the beauty sleep and wake up at will."
On the contrary, the actor D who is said to be extremely poor in acting is still a little shy: "I'm not very good at cooking, but I can wash dishes..."
"Okay, it's settled!" Meng Jinyu suddenly stood up and said, "Then I announce that everyone is disbanded! You can wash the dishes before cooking!"
Fang Linyou cast a look.
Meng Jinyu was not ashamed: "Why! Didn't you say you like to cook!"
It was also the first time for Fang Lin to participate in this magical slow variety show: "Although it is like this, but..."
But this doesn't take the director team too seriously.
"No but." Meng Jinyu patted him on the shoulder and said very understandingly, "Anyway, post-editing is definitely not the same as now, so why should we do it? Anyway, the second issue will definitely not let us do this."
Fang Lin: "That's why you took out your phone to play in front of the camera?"
Actor D nodded again and again: "Okay! I'll do the dishes! I can also count everyone's tastes for you!"
Fang Lin rubbed his brows: "... that's fine too."
The atmosphere was not very good, but because there were no other snacks prepared, everyone was really attracted by the little head of the villa in the end. When it was time to eat, they happily found the one that suited their taste. Fang Lin said thank you and sat down to eat together.
Since there is only one chef, everyone can't let him do the work alone. The rest of the work of cleaning the table and washing dishes will be taken care of by the rest of the staff, which can be regarded as a clear division of labor.
It was originally scheduled to be the first episode of Tear X Embarrassment, but half a day later, the director team watched it turn into a food show.
But that's not even the worst part.
When it was eight o'clock, everyone chose their own room to go back, thinking that they could always find something from it, but it turned out that the camera was good, but no sound could be heard in each room, so they could only watch everyone's movements...
It turned out that Meng Jinyu, who had a heavy burden as an idol and was unwilling to work, found that he didn't want to cook or wash dishes and just wanted to lie down, but doing nothing was too much. He had no choice but to contribute his own stunts .
Not only that, but he also distributed a mobile phone to each group—after all, he actually brought four, which he never said before.
The staff looked at it with tears streaming down their face and mouthful of nitroglycerin: "The next issue will be sure! This must not be allowed!"
After all, Fang Lin was the one who worked the hardest today. For this reason, when Meng Jinyu knocked on the door, he asked him if he wanted to use the phone first, so that he could return it later.
Fang Lin felt that he was really a strange person for a while, and said with a smile: "... I need to use it. Thank you."
He was actually very tired today, but he went back to the bathroom to take a shower, and after confirming that the radio was not working, he took out the mobile phone Meng Jinyu had given him and made a call.
In fact, there is nothing to go shopping here. Everyone in the villa returned to their rooms, but ten minutes later, Fang Lin came out of the room with a calm face, knocked on the door of Meng Jinyu's room, returned the phone, and said I want to go out for a walk.
"Yesterday I told you to go or not, today the cameras are on and I'm going out again—" Meng Jinyu gave him a strange look, but didn't say much.
Fang Lin kept his superficial calm until he opened the door and walked out, leaving the range of the camera, before he started running.
He came out in such a hurry that he even forgot that it was still humid outside, and the autumn rain continued for a whole day without stopping.
But he didn't care. When he got to the place and saw the man standing there holding an umbrella, he had a smile on his face and ran over.
There was a chill in the autumn night, and Fang Lin was not without thoughts when he ran towards the other party.
He knew that his current state was not right.
But maybe it was because the rain was too loud last night, which made him feel that it didn't matter if it was a little unclear.
Duan Changke was standing downstairs waiting for him, holding a large black umbrella in his left hand and a cigarette in his hand, which was flickering on and off in the darkness.
"President Duan," Fang Lin walked up to him and called him, then grabbed his suit sleeve, acting coquettishly but not pretentiously, "give me a sip."
Duan Changke didn't give it back, moved the hand holding the cigarette up, raised it above his head to prevent him from touching it, and said half-jokingly: "Learn better."
Fang Lin was disobedient this time, instead he reached out on tiptoe and said, "Just take a sip."
Duan Changke lowered her eyes to look at him, seeing that he seemed to want the things in her hand on a whim, but finally got used to him, and put down the cigarette helplessly and connivingly.
Having succeeded, Fang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and without reaching out to take it, he just pressed Duan Changke's finger and put his lips on it, holding the filter tip that he touched the other party half a minute ago, first sipped it, and then sucked it symbolically. a mouthful.
The smell of this cigarette is not too pungent, but it is a little more mellow and thick. Duan Changke's hand covers half of his face, and Fang Lin can even smell the faint cologne on the other party's body besides the smell of tobacco. taste.
So his movements of exhaling the smoke became gentle and careful.
As he said it, Fang Lin quickly withdrew, looking at Duan Changke with puppy-like dark round eyes: "Okay."
"I'm not making trouble anymore," he said again.
It might be an illusion, Fang Lin saw Duan Changke's eyes flicker, and then he answered a single syllable in a low voice, without asking any more questions.
The two were silent, Duan Changke raised his hand again, brought the cigarette that Fang Lin had just held to his lips, and took a puff as well.
Fang Lin didn't say a word, saying that he made an appointment last night to meet today, but it seemed that it was really just a meeting.
She waited until the cigarette in Duan Changke's hand was about to burn out before continuing, "I'm going back."
After all, cameras are set up for eating, drinking and sleeping in the villa, anyway, I am still working now, and sneaking out like this, strictly speaking, can be regarded as working to catch fish.
"Ok."
Duan Changke gently scratched his hair with a tobacco-smelling hand, but didn't dare to stay for too long, worried that Fang Lin would smell of smoke when he returned, and it was difficult to explain.
"Go back." He said softly.
Although his hands were still half covering Fang Lin's hair, he didn't hold it back.
This rain seems to have been falling for a long time, but it doesn't have much of the bleakness of autumn.
Fang Lin thought, maybe the trees in this area tolerated it, let it fall, and greeted it with emerald green branches and leaves that had never turned yellow.
But do trees love rain
In fact, he himself didn't know what he was thinking, but he just wanted to use seemingly unrelated things and scenes to cover himself, trying to pretend to be substituted with them.
Fang Lin stretched out his hand from the umbrella, stayed for a short while, and found that the rain was actually very light, and it would not be a problem to walk back in the drenching: "In that part, you can go upstairs directly, and you don't need to see me off."
But there was still a faint longing hidden in his heart.
So he looked up.
"President Duan." Under the umbrella, Fang Lin suddenly said goodbye after saying goodbye, "I'm a little cold."
Fortunately, Duan Changke didn't make him wait—
Duan Changke's left hand holding the umbrella was very steady, but the right hand holding the cigarette was holding Fang Lin's back, pulling him into her arms, and hugging him cautiously and restrainedly.
Not too tight, but not too light to feel.
Fang Lin buried his head on Duan Changke's shoulder, both hands were wrapped in his embrace, only the tip of his nose moved slightly, and he sniffed lightly the scent from Duan Changke's body.
There is the humidity of the evening dew in the forest, there is mature and non-pungent tobacco, and there is a light fragrance that can almost be called gentle.
No matter which one, it was impossible for him to touch it, and he shouldn't have it.
But the other party still reached out to him.
Standing in the rain, the huge black umbrella is like a hidden new universe.
And they embraced quietly in a corner that was not discovered by the Milky Way.
Maybe it wasn't long before Fang Lin noticed the raindrops brushing against Duan Changke's shoulders, and then came out of his arms as if he had come to his senses.
"Alright." Fang Lin looked at him like he was begging for a puff of cigarettes just now, and took a half step back cautiously, "This time I really left."
Guessing what Duan Changke wanted to say, he added: "Don't prepare a spare phone for me, I won't come to you these few days."
There was an untimely chic in Fang Lin's smile: "It's not good to be found out. Go back and contact me again."
Duan Changke seemed to acquiesce to his statement.
Fang Lin said his farewell this time and didn't look back. Perhaps to save himself from the rain, he quickened his pace and quickly disappeared into the drizzle of the autumn night.
Duan Changke put away the umbrella and went upstairs.
Fang Lin gave Duan Changke an illusion—
Just like from the day I met him at the entrance of the hotel, he seemed to be different from what I thought.
The young man's body and eyes are very soft, but it's more than that.
Their meeting today was very simple, they just talked briefly, and then left a hug with unknown meaning.
He is dependent on himself, occasionally talks back innocuously, and responds quickly and cleverly.
In fact, there are still some things that have not been asked.
Duan Changke thought.
For example, why do you want to smoke your own cigarettes, such as why you remember your own phone number.
But he could imagine that if he really asked, the other party would wink slyly and boast half-truthfully: "I'm smart."
But such a smart person sometimes seems to be very stupid, knowing that it is raining but not even taking an umbrella, participating in this kind of routine variety show does not know how to bring a spare mobile phone, and borrowing someone else's phone to call him.
He thought of the back of the other party leaving just now, looking thin and lonely.
So the illusion just now deepened, making Duan Changke feel that Fang Lin would not even have a good day without her.
Just as he was thinking, the phone screen suddenly lit up, and it was a message from an unfamiliar number.
"I'm here! (Don't come back!)"
Looking at the words on it, Duan Changke thought.
What is the relationship between the two now
Surreptitiously making phone calls, sending messages, and sneaking out between recordings, but only for a short chat, not for sex, just to meet.
Duan Changke laughed silently.
It's not like nurturing, but like cheating.