Fang Lin wanted to escape again after saying it. In the hazy night, facing the silent river alone, he blushed, unable to use all his concealment skills. Just hang up first and call you later!"
This time, he boldly hung up the call of the patron again.
Holding the phone, staring at the extinguished screen in a daze.
He didn't expect that he would be the one who messed up after he finished speaking, and even the planned fearlessness and boldness were like a punctured ball, which made him scold himself for being cowardly as soon as he hung up the phone.
The original psychological construction collapsed after hearing Duan Changke's voice. It doesn't matter if you have to prepare well, endure it, and it doesn't matter if you get rejected...it's all useless.
He couldn't bear it for so long as if nothing had happened, and he didn't know how to prepare for the first confession, and another point was that he was really afraid of being rejected.
Sighing, Fang Lin scratched his hair and planned to go back.
Can't say it's bad at all.
Even if he flinched at the last moment and chose to be cowardly, he finally said it out.
Fang Lin felt a kind of masochistic relief in his heart.
But this comfort did not last for more than five seconds.
The screen of his mobile phone lit up, seeing the flashing number on it, Fang Lin's comfort was shattered, replaced by bewildered and cranky thoughts.
play off play off...
Fang Lin wiped the sweat from his palms, pursed his lips and took a deep breath, and put his fingers on it, not knowing how to choose.
In fact, Fang Linneng calmly slowed down for five seconds, but was still stunned by Duan Changke's rare hesitation.
His life seemed to have been easy, so he was rarely stunned in the conversation that sounded like a prank, and Fang Lin hung up the phone before he even had time to say anything.
After all, Duan Changke was different from Fang Lin.
Even if he didn't understand Fang Lin's meaning at this moment, it didn't prevent him from dialing back the past without hesitation.
Fang Lin tried his best to calm down. With Duan Changke's identity, maybe the first sentence after he got connected would be straight to the point and ask him what he lied to, or ask him what he meant, or feel dissatisfied with his transgression...
But in the end, he couldn't bear to listen to the other party's voice—this strong desire finally made him overcome the retracted shell, and he answered with anticipation and apprehension.
Because of his guilty conscience, Fang Lin admitted his mistake before the other party could speak: "I'm sorry, Mr. Duan, don't get angry with me, I was really forced to do so. I will make it up to you when I come back. If you have a lot, please forgive me. I know I was wrong—"
After pouring out all these words in an orderly manner, Fang Lin called out tremblingly and tentatively: "Mr. Duan?"
Unexpectedly, none of the enquiries he had expected came to fruition.
I didn't ask him what he meant by "I lied to you", and I didn't worry about whether he really chose the big adventure.
It was as if he didn't care about the answer, or rather, he didn't want to embarrass Fang Lin.
"Finished?" Duan Changke's voice still seemed to be smiling.
"Ah?" Fang Lin stammered twice, "No, no, it's not that I finished talking, it's..."
"No, no, I didn't finish! I didn't mean that!" Fang Lin bit his tongue and began to speak incoherently. His previous confidence was gone. He almost wanted to jump into the river to cool down now.
"I didn't finish talking about what phone you hung up." Duan Changke slowly started to fight back, "Obviously you called me on your own initiative, but you fell silent before I said a few words. Are you in such a hurry to make the next call?"
It should be a reproach, but Fang Lin didn't hear Duan Changke's displeasure.
So he was not so nervous at last, and hurriedly explained following Duan Changke's words: "I didn't, I'm not in a hurry..."
"Then just ignore me after you finish talking, you are a little rascal?" Duan Changke continued.
Fang Lin felt that there must be something wrong with him.
He actually heard a kind of... accusation from Duan Changke's words
He smacked the word himself, and felt the magic of the world more and more. The protagonist of this emotion can be anyone, but it can be put on Duan Changke...
After all, why didn't he expect that a well-known figure in the business world, a resolute and calm consortium prince, is now complaining to himself with grievances because of the game content he fabricated, and seems to want an explanation.
It belongs to the point where you will yell if you tell anyone.
The little rogue blushed: "Mr. Duan, stop teasing me."
Duan Changke was not completely unreasonable, she let him go and changed the subject: "When will you be back?"
"It may take another four and a half days, but it's quite comfortable to stay in the ancient town in a different environment." Fang Lin even added half a day before the end. In fact, he had already asked Tao Le to book a ticket for the day, and even planned to come back soon. I went to find Duan Changke, so I remembered it clearly.
"Okay." Duan Changke said that she was hung up, but there was nothing urgent to say, just chatting, "How was the audition?"
When we talked about our job, Fang Lin would be more serious, and after thinking about it for a while, he answered: "It's hard to say... There are too many people auditioning, and it is already very good to get this audition opportunity. I dare not expect extravagantly."
"It's not impossible to ask for extravagance." Duan Changke casually reminded, "Although their team does not lack investors, but..."
"Wait!" Fang Lin understood what he wanted to say, and interrupted, "Don't wait! The second test list hasn't come out yet, I want to wait."
"Didn't you say you don't want to work hard anymore?" Duan Changke asked lightly.
"I..." Fang Lin was at a loss for words, unable to speak for a while.
He rubbed his hair, faltering, not knowing how to express it.
He really wanted the role, but Duan Changke said bluntly that he was going to refuse again. Fang Lin hammered his head and complained silently how he could be so hypocritical.
I haven't talked about similar topics with Duan Changke before.
I used to just want to maintain the lover relationship and get what I need, but then I got a little bit of beautiful thoughts, so I started to think about fighting hard first.
Duan Changke was like a piece of cake that didn't belong to him, he boldly went up and took a bite, and after tasting the sweetness, he always wanted more.
Besides his body, he couldn't think of anything more valuable that could be exchanged with Duan Changke.
Fang Lin felt a little depressed after thinking about it.
It was also at this time that Duan Changke spoke again, pulling him out of these boundless thoughts.
"Fang Lin." He called his name softly first, then paused for a moment, and said again, "Fang Lin, what are you contradicting?"
"I..." Fang Lin only said one word this time, and he couldn't even utter a word of denial.
Duan Changke's question was obviously only about the topic just now, and the tone was not serious, but Fang Lin had the illusion that he had been seen through.
On the other end, there was really doubt in Duan Changke's voice, he could hear Fang Lin's hesitation, and even felt that he should have touched this kind of hesitation.
He pretended not to care about what Fang Lin said before he hung up the phone, lightly covering up the ambiguity just now, teasing him, trying to make him relax.
It didn't mean he didn't want to know anything - he asked himself that wasn't such a complicated answer.
But Fang Lin still didn't say another word.
"Forget it," Chang Ke sighed this time, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to answer."
"Oh." Fang Lin answered a syllable on the opposite side.
Hearing his voice, Duan Changke suddenly wanted to rub his hair.
"Then let's wait for the results of the second test together. We'll talk about it then." He took the initiative to speak, as if he had put the topic to rest.
The evening's chat seemed like a botched probing, but neither seemed to yield meaningful results.
But the atmosphere is not so awkward.
Duan Changke chatted with him a few more words, and when Fang Lin's voice gradually rose again, he rubbed his eyebrows: "Go back quickly."
"Ah?" Fang Lin was stunned for a moment, "They haven't called me yet."
"I know it's not called." Duan Changke said, "You should be outside, the wind is quite strong, and your voice has changed."
Fang Lin realized what he had said, cleared his throat, and found that it really seemed to be the case.
Thinking that Meng Jinyu was still standing guard for him, and he couldn't stay for too long, he nodded: "Okay."
"Mr. Duan," he said a date, the day he finished recording the show, "Are you free at that time?"
"I'll come back to you later." Without waiting for Duan Changke to say if there was any, Fang Lin said without delay, and even covered up the lie just now, "After all, there are many cameras here all the time, so it's inconvenient anyway. "
"Okay." Duan Changke answered simply, "Then see you later."
Just when he was about to hang up the phone, Fang Lin let out an "ah" again, as if he wanted to say something.
"What's wrong?" Duan Changke asked after a pause.
"Mr. Duan, I..." Fang Lin wasn't as nervous as before this time. He pronounced his words clearly and finished the last sentence very seriously, "I'm not a little rascal."
Duan Changke finally chuckled, just like the last time on a rainy night.
"Okay, got it."
When Fang Lin went back holding his phone, Meng Jinyu had already squatted on the ground and lost the third game.
Seeing people coming, he stood up from the stone bench beside him and commented: "It's been a long time."
Fang Lin glanced at him, Meng Jinyu ignored him, and continued to gossip, with a little hometown accent because of his excitement: "What's the situation now? Are you anywhere?"
"It's nothing." Fang Lin imitated his accent, "You just leave it there and worry about it."
"Hey, why did you learn from me—" Meng Jinyu almost started fighting with him again.
Fang Lin knew that Hanhan would be infected, so he didn't intend to accept Meng Jinyu's invitation to fight, so he coughed and said, "Do you want to call?"
Meng Jinyu's hands stopped in the air, the corners of his mouth froze, his pupils seemed to be a little bit astringent after being blown by the wind for too long, and he blinked his moist eyes: "If you don't fight, you don't want to fight. Forget it, let's go back."
His originally lively and bright emotions were like a punctured balloon, and his loss was obvious. Fang Lin was startled, but he didn't want to ask any more questions, so he nodded and followed.
He saw Meng Jinyu's hands curled up slightly behind his back, as if he wanted to clenched into fists, but in the end he didn't.
But after reuniting with everyone, Meng Jinyu returned to his previous appearance. He looked heartless, with all his emotions and anger written all over his face, making Fang Lin think that the expression on his face just now was his own illusion.
He saw Meng Jinyu beckoning everyone to accompany him to the boat, drinking the rice wine in the folk inn, shaking his red face, playing games and playing games when he loses.
Everyone knows his character, and they don’t hate him, and let him make trouble. Follow PD sat in the stern and watched them laughing. I probably didn’t expect that a utilitarian program that focused on upgrading contradictions would eventually become a daily routine. Farming, but also seems to be a kind of not bad results.
Fang Lin shared a room with Meng Jinyu this time. After all, they were in an ancient town with limited conditions. The hotel outside the town was too far away, so they stayed in an inn with poor sound insulation in order to follow the Romans.
Although the hardware is a bit poor, this is a well-known folk-custom inn. The decoration is very distinctive. There are tile houses on the outside, and there are low fences with a fresh earthy smell between each house. Put a cylinder of rice wine, and walk up the bamboo ladder to the room.
Meng Jinyu didn't seem to drink very well, he was dizzy, and he needed Fang Lin to help him in. The room was equipped with cameras except for the toilet and bathroom. Fang Lin put his arm around his shoulder and patted him: "Can you walk by yourself?"
"Yes." Meng Jinyu said, but he had no intention of leaving by himself.
Fang Lin had no choice but to say, "Then you go take a shower first. I'll drag you there."
The other party nodded obediently this time.
The bench in the bathroom was also a wooden block, which was quite spacious. Fang Lin helped him to sit down: "Wait, I'll get you clothes—are you still awake?"
Before he finished speaking, he stood up, and the bathroom door was suddenly closed with a "bang".
Just as Fang Lin looked back, he found that the person he had brought back raised his head. After confirming that he would not be photographed, tears began to fall one by one on his drunken face.