Not leaving on the eleventh day
Liang Yan became more and more dizzy as she drank, but Zhou Zhibo never mentioned anything about the show, and just kept making excuses. So she finally found an excuse to sober up, and walked against the wall while her feet felt weak. She was about to squat down and relax for a while. , and was picked up from the ground by the back collar.
"What are you doing?" Liang Yan frowned and snatched her collar back, not noticing who was lifting her up.
Liang Yan pressed her body against the cold wall and gasped, as if this would wake her up a bit.
Lu Lincheng hid most of his body in the shadow of the bar lights, making sure that he would not attract too much attention here. Then he glanced at Liang Yan again, frowned slightly, and asked: "Where is Jiang Mu? Are you here to play by yourself, or are you here? Something else?"
Liang Yan felt that he had met a nosy stranger, shook his head and stammered: "I'm not here to play, I'm here to talk, work."
As soon as she finished speaking, a man suddenly walked up beside her. He was one of the assistant directors called by Zhou Zhibo. The man found Liang Yan who was lying on the wall. He didn't pay attention to Lu Lincheng who was standing in the dark and picked him up. Liang Yan's wrist: "Liang Yan, Brother Zhou is calling you, go back quickly."
Liang Yan reflexively tried to pull out her wrist, shook her head and refused to go with him: "No, I won't go. You tell him I'm going home, but I won't go."
The man still held Liang Yan's wrist tightly, but he didn't force her anymore. He just laughed and said, "Didn't we agree to talk about the movie? Brother Zhou will be unhappy if you don't go. There are many people waiting to see him." No chance."
Liang Yan was stunned, lowering his head and biting his lower lip.
The man continued to add: "Don't worry, how about we take you back in person later?" He let go of Liang Yan's wrist and said, "Come on, come with me."
Liang Yan seemed to struggle for a while, and finally raised his head slowly: "I'm sorry, I won't go, I really won't go back."
"I want to go home, I'm already drunk."
The expression on the man's face suddenly changed: "Liang Yan, don't make her unhappy."
He made a move to pull Liang Yan, but Liang Yan staggered and the man turned around.
The man noticed that Liang Yan's arm seemed to be pulled by someone, and he was about to ask others to mind his own business. When he raised his head, he was shocked and speechless.
"Lu Lu Lu..."
Lu Lincheng held Liang Yan with one hand, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and he opened his lips coldly: "Is the person named Zhou Zhou Zhibo?"
The man never expected to meet Lu Lincheng, and then glanced at the drunk Liang Yan again, cold sweat dripping from his forehead: "No, um, listen to me, we and Miss Liang are really just here..."
Halfway through what he said, Lu Lincheng didn't seem to be interested in listening at all. He sneered and then half-supported and half-carried Liang Yan away.
The man looked at the backs of the two men, and shuddered as Lu Lincheng's hellish Shura-like sneer echoed in his ears.
So what is the relationship between Lu Lincheng and Liang Yan
…
Liang Yan was screamed and thrown onto the sofa in the hotel suite.
There had been a lot of fuss in the car just now. Lu Lincheng panted slightly after successfully getting her into the room. He rolled up his shirt sleeves to his forearms and looked at the slumped woman on the sofa with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed.
"Liang Yan."
After some tossing, Liang Yan sobered up a little. She rubbed her swollen temples and sat up from the sofa. Only then did she recognize Lu Lincheng, who was condescending opposite him.
The person who fished her out was Lu Lincheng...
Liang Yan stretched out a white and tender finger: "Lu... Lin Cheng."
Lu Lincheng endured it all the way, and now he finally had a chance to speak. He looked at Liang Yan, who seemed to be still confused, and didn't care whether she understood or not: "You think you are very capable, right? We talk about work in a bar, and also Can we talk after drinking?"
"You don't know what kind of person Zhou Zhiming is?"
Liang Yan didn't know if he understood what Lu Lincheng said anymore, so he chuckled twice: "I know."
So Lu Lincheng really wanted to pry Liang Yan's head open to see what was inside, and laughed angrily: "You know you're uneasy and you still have good intentions? You bumped into my hand last time, and this time, Liang bumped into my hand again." Yan, should I say you are lucky or am I unlucky?"
"Last time?" Liang Yan looked up in confusion, saw Lu Lincheng's angry face, and then shook his head. The memory of those three years was still blank, and he couldn't remember it.
"Well, I'm sorry." Liang Yan buried his head, with a painful expression on his face, "I can't remember, I really have lost my memory."
Lu Lincheng laughed again: "Amnesia? This is the excuse again, isn't it? I have amnesia, so I can do the same stupid thing a second time. If I were not here tonight, Liang Yan, where would you be now? Huh?"
After being drunk, Liang Yan was like a child who was criticized by his parents. Knowing that he was wrong, his head lowered lower and lower, and finally he almost retracted his head into his stomach.
The air became quiet, and Lu Lincheng seemed to want to curse, until he heard a slap.
Liang Yan sucked the tears in her nose and sobbed.
She wiped her nose directly with her sleeves, but the more tears and snot she wiped, "Oh, oh, oh, don't, scold me."
Lu Lincheng saw Liang Yan's tears, and then gritted his teeth: "You deserve to be scolded."
Liang Yan burst into tears, whimpering and feeling aggrieved, and kept talking drunken words.
"Do you think it's easy for us on the 18th line? Wuwuwuwu..."
"You think I want to go, you think I want to drink, you think I don't know, but the producer, I can't afford to offend you..."
"You are so popular, so of course you don't understand my situation. I don't have any movies to shoot. I used to, before," Liang Yan burped a little, "I auditioned for many movies every day, and the crews all said nothing about me. I have to use my good looks, but later on my role is always snatched away by someone with connections who pops up."
"I don't know what's going on." Liang Yan cried like a tearful person, her cheeks flushed. "Bang," she gestured exaggeratedly after being drunk, "I can't remember anything. I originally No matter how miserable it is, there is still filming, why now, now there is nothing? Wuwuwuwu... No, nothing, nothing," Liang Yan pointed at Lu Lincheng, "And yours, fans... Wuwuwu... Every day at the same time. Come scold me."
For a moment, Lu Lincheng couldn't tell whether Liang Yan was really drunk or pretending to be drunk. He just listened to her talking so much that the air in his chest suddenly dropped a lot.
He took out his phone and looked at the time. It was already one o'clock in the morning.
I have to get up early to start work tomorrow.
Lu Lincheng sighed, put Liang Yan on the bed, and then resignedly wiped her hands and feet with a towel as a wash.
As soon as Liang Yan touched the bed, he closed his eyes and fumbled to take off his clothes and threw them under the bed. He slept alone for a while, and then felt the mattress next to him sinking.
Lu Lincheng had just taken a shower, feeling the faint smell of mint from the shower gel all over his body.
He was filming at a film and television base and stayed in a hotel with only one bed.
Liang Yan's memory was blurred again.
This scene seemed a bit familiar. Last time, it seemed like it was the same. She was sleeping alone at night, and then the mattress next to her sank, and Lu Lincheng came back.
Then, then…
Liang Yan blushed and buried her head in the pillow.
The next day, in order to make him angry, she told him that she didn't feel anything.
Lu Lincheng reached out to turn off the bedside lamp. When he saw Liang Yan burying his head in the sand like an ostrich, he asked, "What's wrong? Have a headache?"
"No." Liang Yan's muffled voice came through the pillow. She held her face in the pillow for a while, but finally couldn't hold it in anymore and raised her head and gasped for air.
Lu Lincheng turned off the light, and the room was instantly filled with darkness. He turned over and said, "Go to sleep."
Liang Yan felt a little manic for some reason. He didn't know whether he was drunk or sober now. He smelled the faint breath of Lu Lincheng and suddenly said:
"I told you last time that I didn't feel anything. I was lying to you."