Lu Yan couldn't help but wonder how Xiao Heng would react.
Will repel
Or refuse
This person probably wouldn't want to shoot something like this.
…
Lu Yan thought wildly, thinking of ten thousand possibilities.
However, Xiao Heng didn't respond at all, he directly reached out and took the brocade box that Sister Lan handed him.
Lu Yan took a deep breath.
It's just a ring.
Did he wear less rings when he performed
What style did not bring.
Isn't it... isn't it just a couple model
"Put it on, both of you, and try the size." Sister Lan said as she wanted to find a stool for Xiao Heng to sit on, but it was really hard to make room for her in the current environment of the room, and said embarrassedly, "...ah, really Sorry, I don't have any extra stools here."
Xiao Heng opened the brocade box and said, "It's all right."
Inside the box lay a fine silver ring.
"You called me back in a hurry," Xiao Heng paused for two seconds after saying this, and raised his eyes to look at Lu Yan, "You want to shoot this with me?"
When Lu Yan sent him a message, he didn't say anything specific, but said that he should come back quickly if he had something to do, and then he sent a few emoticons.
It's obviously a normal thing, but why it feels so ambiguous when it comes out of his mouth.
Lu Yan: "Who is in a hurry."
Xiao Heng: "Who told me to come back quickly."
"..."
Sister Lan adjusted the light on the side, listening to their chat and having fun: "Okay, you two get ready, I'll adjust the light right away."
Lu Yan also opened the brocade box in his hand.
The shape of the ring is simple and unique. The highlight of the design is the half-line engraved on the inside of the ring, which looks like some kind of curse pattern. Lu Yan picked it up and took a closer look, but found that he couldn't understand it at all: "English?"
Sister Lan said, "No, it's French."
Lu Yan didn't really understand foreign languages very well. I'm pretty good at learning English songs, but it's limited to the scope of singing, and going out to communicate is just a you say what level.
The design style of the line on the inner circle of the ring is very special. Lu Yan was a little curious, and stared at it twice before putting it on: "So what is written here?"
Xiao Heng asked him: "Want to know?"
"It's as if you understand French." Lu Yan said.
"Did you misunderstand me?"
Xiao Heng said again: "Actually, my grades are pretty good."
Not a bad ghost.
"Master," Lu Yan said, "you touch your report card, think about the many courses you have retaken before you speak."
"Do you think I forgot? Before I replaced the class for you, I never imagined that someone could pass so many courses in one go."
The ghost genius Xiao Heng who rehabilitated: "Finance class has nothing to do, there is a row of books in the book corner at the back, take a few if you have nothing to do—"
Lu Yan thought for a while, and the back row of the finance classroom was indeed arranged like a library, with two rows of bookshelves.
Lu Yan said: "How many books to study?"
Xiao Heng: "Cover your face and sleep."
"..."
Lu Yan didn't really want to continue chatting with this person.
"Just kidding," Xiao Heng said, "I have taken elective courses before."
Zhai Zhuangzhi chose that elective course for him blindly. He didn't care what kind of course he took, so he only took two courses occasionally.
Lu Yan's eyes were dazzled by Sister Lan's headlight, and she turned her head, just in time to see Xiao Heng wearing the ring.
The one in Xiao Heng's hand is a men's one, a circle thicker than the one in his hand. The man's fingers are well-proportioned. The ring was slightly stuck at the knuckles before being pushed in. Almost at the moment of pushing in, Lu Yan heard Xiao Heng said: "I am yours."
This was said too suddenly.
The man's voice was low, like a feather, gently scratching his ear.
Lu Yan's heart skipped a beat.
Sister Lan nodded and said, "Yes, that's what it means, and it can also be translated as 'I only belong to you'."
"..."
Just a translation.
is a translation.
translate.
Lu Yan kept telling himself.
Thinking of this, Lu Yan slowly pushed the ring of the same style in his hand from the knuckles, still feeling that he was in a mess and about to explode.
Sister Lan fixed the lamp: "Okay, the light is about the same."
After Sister Lan finished speaking, she was surprised for a few seconds when she saw the way the two people on the opposite side put on the rings.
Lu Yan's hands are too good. He plays the guitar all the year round, and he is born to be able to cross two squares more than others. I thought that I might not be able to wear it in women's plus size, but it is just right.
And the other one... the nobleness of that pampered man is almost engraved in his bones. A simple ring with a plain ring looks like a luxury when he wears it. Sister Lan almost thinks that she is like this. There are several zeros behind the 199 free shipping ring.
Lu Yan pinched the thin ring unnaturally, and asked, "How do I take pictures?"
Sister Lan's tired mood of staying up late and rushing to work for several days was squeezed away. The happiest thing for a designer is to see the things he designed are displayed perfectly. kind of surprise.
Sister Lan said, "First of all, imagine that you are now a couple!"
Lu Yan: "..."
Xiao Heng: "..."
Sister Lan's teaching for couples is almost at the nanny level.
"hand."
"Yes, lean together, get closer."
"Change gesture."
"Be more intimate, you have to wrap your fingers around it."
"...I don't understand! Lu Yan, why are you so far away?"
At work, Sister Lan is picky and occasionally irritable: "You take the initiative! Put your hand on my old lady!"
Lu Yan: "..."
Sister Lan designed a few movements, either holding hands or interlocking fingers.
Lu Yan moved his fingers.
I said "Damn" in my heart.
If you continue to twitch and pinch, you will really become a little girl.
Lu Yankuai was annoyed to death by himself, and after completing the psychological training, he planned to put aside all thoughts.
take. Isn't it just to get on it
Lu Yan was about to make a move, but Xiao Heng directly covered his hands—Sister Lan didn't have any extra stools in this room, so he could only stand behind Lu Yan during the filming process, bending slightly, looking as if he was hugging him arms.
Lu Yan couldn't see Xiao Heng's face, but could feel his warm palm.
It was exactly the same temperature as applying medicine to him, leading him to hold the mouse and turn off the video.
The knuckles of Lu Yan's index finger just touched the silver ring in Xiao Heng's hand.
There was a buzz in Lu Yan's mind.
After a whole day, all the emotions finally couldn't be suppressed and reached the peak.
He stood up suddenly, stood up and rushed out the door!
Xiao Heng: "..."
Sister Lan: "..."
Just as Sister Lan pressed the shutter button, she felt a gust of wind blowing by her side, and half of the cigarette in her mouth almost fell to the ground. She shouted, "Brother, why are you running?! Where the hell are you going?"
Lu Yan's voice came from a distance from the corridor: "I'm going to the bathroom!"
"..."
Sister Lan couldn't help but look back at the photos she just took a few times. Although Lu Yan suddenly rushed out at the speed of a 100-meter sprint while shooting, fortunately, the movements she wanted to shoot were almost captured.
Scroll down again, it's a group photo.
She had just finished taking photos of the ring, and she pulled the distance away by some mysterious act, and took a group photo of the two models.
Two minutes later.
Lu Yan squatted on the toilet seat, staring at the compartment door and thinking:
He, Lu Yan—the majestic light of the lower city.
King of the stage.
The new charming anchor who won the title of handsome cool boy on the live broadcast platform.
The lead singer of a band who can take off his shirt on the spot and throw it off the stage when performing in a bar, causing the audience to scream, but still keeps his expression on and swears.
I encountered the Waterloo of life today.
Lu Yan squatted for a few minutes, then sat down on the toilet seat with his legs bent.
The phone kept vibrating in his pocket.
It was a band chat, Li Zhen and the others were still discussing about the fourth anniversary, and even started to design concert tickets, and Lu Yan had been linked to Art several times by them.
[Li Zhen]: Do you think this design is okay? If it is okay, we will make a decision @卫延
[Li Zhen]: What about people
[Li Zhen]: It's strange, you haven't arrived home yet
Lu Yan didn't bother to reply.
He covered his face with one hand and buried it.
Finally, I howled in my heart: He, run, what, what, ah!
…
Lu Yan sat for a while, got off the toilet seat, and when he opened the compartment door to go out, Xiao Heng had already turned on the computer and was lighting a cigarette.
"Finished?" Lu Yan asked.
"Um."
"Don't you need to continue shooting?"
"Do you still want to continue filming?"
"..."
After Xiao Heng finished speaking, he threw the lighter aside and said, "Sister Lan said that she will transfer money to you."
"What money are you talking about?" Lu Yanqiang pretended to be calm, coughed and said, "It's just a small favor, and it doesn't take much."
After Lu Yan finished speaking, he also turned on his broken computer—his computer is now the same as Xiao Heng’s. When buying the computer desk, in order to put the synthesizer and other arrangement equipment into consideration, he specially bought the extended model, which barely fits. Put down the two computers.
The computer desk was next to the foot of the bed, and he sat on the bed, almost face to face with Xiao Heng.
This topic is over.
The two began to busy themselves with their own affairs, and they seemed to be no different from usual.
But nothing seems right.
Xiao Heng smoked a few cigarettes in a row, and the error rate of the code he wrote was ridiculously high.
He knocked for a while, but finally couldn't write any more.
Xiao Heng rested his hands on the keyboard, but still couldn't help being distracted to look at the person holding the piano on the opposite side. There is a familiar, not smooth sound of the piano.
Lu Yan is writing a song.
In order to catch up with next week's performance, there is still too much work to do. After confirming the ticket design with Li Zhen on Weichat, he still has to sort out the two new songs written in the past two months and send them to them. Focus on rehearsing.
on the micro chat interface.
[Li Zhen]: OK, then the tickets will be set in this style.
[Lu Yan]: Yes.
[Li Zhen]: Your song is finished and sent to me. I also have a new work during this time. We will communicate in the air-raid shelter tomorrow. Write something.
Of the two new songs written by Lu Yan, the arrangement of one of them was shown to Li Zhen before. At that time, the name of the song had not been decided yet. As for the other...
[Li Zhen]: Isn't your song stuck at the end for several days? Can you write it today
It was indeed stuck for several days, and the ending was left unfilled.
Lu Yan held the piano and played the arrangement part again, then sat in front of the computer for a while, opened the document and wrote the last line:
Tear through the clouds / You are the light.