Chapter 77: Demons and Ghosts Gather

The next morning, when Luo Qinglin opened his eyes, the suite was very quiet and Jiang Yanyu was no longer there.

It was still early and the sun had just risen. Luo Qinglin took the remote control from the bedside and pressed the button to open the curtains.

The sunlight shone through the window, and the dim room was suddenly filled with light. Luo Qinglin rubbed his eyes and then he noticed the card on the bedside table.

There were small floral prints on the back of the card, and on the front was a line of words left by Jiang Yanyu:

"See you tomorrow at the show. - Jiang Yanyu"

Jiang Yanyu's handwriting is square, each stroke is straight, without any connected strokes, and is in regular script.

Luo Qinglin held the card and looked at it for a moment, took a picture of the front and back of the card with his mobile phone, and then carefully put it into the passport holder.

Jiang Yanyu's first show is scheduled for tomorrow, so she left before dawn to try on clothes and rehearse at the show. Luo Qinglin's schedule today is to attend two shows alone, at 2pm and 6pm respectively.

On the coffee table in the living room was a cup of cold brew and a piece of clafoutis.

Luo Qinglin picked up the coffee and took a sip. The burnt aroma and bitterness came into his mouth. It was so bitter that he frowned. He quickly took a bite of cake to suppress the bitterness.

Luo Qinglin yawned and opened the chat box, only to find that Jiang Yanyu had sent him more than a dozen messages.

[Fox spirit: It’s so hot, the air conditioner is not turned on in the backstage [angry.jpg]]

[Fox Spirit: This designer actually dared to ask me to lose weight! 】

[Fox Spirit: I want to retire now! [crying.jpg]】

......

If you don't like being a model so much, why do you still go to the fashion show?

However...if Jiang Yanyu hadn't been a model, he wouldn't have been able to save those blockbuster photos on his mobile phone in the past two years and recall her by looking at the photos.

Luo Qinglin smiled and replied, "Come on, see you tomorrow!" ], then switched to the gallery, entered the password, opened one of the private albums named Selfies, and looked through the selfies posted by Jiang Yanyu.

Slide your finger all the way down and flip to the bottom of the album.

The earliest photos can be traced back to high school. The pixels are not high and they are all photos from Jiang Yanyu’s old Weibo. It seems that Jiang Yanyu never had a non-mainstream period. In every photo at that time, she didn't smile, her eyes were cold, and her temperament was cold.

How did Jiang Yanyu become the vixen she is today?

Luo Qinglin smiled helplessly as he flipped through the photos one by one.

bite!

Before I could look at a few photos, Jiang Yanyu called.

"Awake? Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Jiang Yanyu's voice was a little low, and it came through the receiver, making his ears numb and itchy.

"I've slept enough," Luo Qinglin asked hesitantly, "How's your show going?"

"What? Mr. Luo Zhinan, are you concerned about me?" Jiang Yanyu said with a low laugh.

"Who cares about you? You're just being sentimental." Luo Qinglin retorted.

"Yes, yes, I was just being sentimental." Jiang Yanyu.

Knock knock knock.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Luo Qinglin sat up and was about to ask who it was, but Jiang Yanyu said first, "Your breakfast."

The waiter standing outside the door pushed a small food cart, greeted Luo Qinglin, and placed two small plates of breakfast on the coffee table.

The small plate contained not bread, but tofu balls that Luo Qinglin had not eaten since leaving Lincheng, and the brown sugar jelly that he ate every day when he was in Beijing.

"Where did you get these things?" Luo Qinglin asked after the waiter left.

"Of course I sent the recipe to the kitchen and asked them to make it. You can try it and see if it tastes good." Jiang Yanyu said.

Luo Qinglin stared at the tofu balls in a daze for a moment, then forked one and put it in his mouth. He bit it with his teeth, and the rich bean fragrance bloomed between his lips and teeth.

The bean fragrance was not fresh and refreshing enough, and the fried coating on the surface of the dumplings was not crispy enough, but the taste was similar to his memory. Luo Qinglin put them into his mouth one after another.

"Is it delicious?" Jiang Yanyu asked as he listened to the subtle chewing sounds.

Luo Qinglin said in a low voice: "It's delicious."

The moment the dumplings entered his mouth, Luo Qinglin's nose began to feel sore, but because he was still on the phone, he took out a piece of paper and covered his nose with it, trying his best to hold back the sound of blowing his nose.

After hearing his voice, the person on the other end of the receiver was obviously silent for a moment, and then asked cautiously: "Luo Qinglin?"

Luo Qinglin interrupted, "Go back to work and don't slack off. See you tomorrow." He deliberately relaxed his tone, but his voice was still a little shaky.

A faint sound of electricity was heard in the receiver. After a moment of silence, Jiang Yanyu replied, "Okay, see you tomorrow."

"Bye." Luo Qinglin didn't hang up the phone, but waited quietly for the other party to hang up first.

But Jiang Yanyu seemed to be waiting for him to die. He didn't say goodbye or anything else, only made small breathing sounds.

After being silent for nearly a minute, Luo Qinglin couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you hang up?"

Jiang Yanyu sighed softly and asked, "Luo Qinglin, do you want to go back to Lincheng?"

He wants to go back, Luo Qinglin answered in his heart, but he has no home in Lincheng.

"I... never mind."

"Come back during the Chinese New Year this year. I want to go set off fireworks. See you tomorrow. Bye." Jiang Yanyu spoke very quickly and in a tone that did not allow for argument. He hung up the phone immediately after he finished speaking.

The phone hang-up beep sounded three times automatically. When the time was up, the call was automatically hung up, leaving only a silent gap.

fireworks......?

Could it be that Jiang Yanyu still remembers the fireworks they set off together that winter day?

Luo Qinglin sat there, his heartbeat getting faster and faster. His ears were filled with the thumping sound of his violent heartbeat, and he couldn't slow down at all.

Impossible. Jiang Yanyu’s life is so brilliant, how could he possibly remember a strange classmate from another class?

Besides, they had met only a few times in their senior year of high school, and it was impossible for Jiang Yanyu to remember.

Reason makes Luo Qinglin feel inferior to reality, but his emotion makes him hold on to fantasy and luck. He keeps thinking about Jiang Yanyu and recalling the few times they met.

It was not until nearly noon when Emma knocked on the door that Luo Qinglin finally broke free from his tormenting thoughts.

Sure enough, after being frozen yesterday, Emma didn’t choose shorts today, but chose black wide-leg pants with cuffs for him.

Luo Qinglin took the jacket, pants and shirt without looking at them carefully, and went straight into the room to change, absent-mindedly.

The pants were not exaggerated, but the top was a white thick-knit sweater that was a little revealing. Not only was the neckline large, but the gaps between the threads were also large. They could not be called gaps, but holes.

Luo Qinglin sighed, stared at the sweater for a moment, and then he put on the clothes with gritted teeth, wrapped his coat tightly around him and walked out of the room.

He wanted to ask Emma to change his shirt, but before he could say anything, Emma's eyes lit up and she gave him a thumbs up with joy, and took a photo and sent it to Jiang Yanyu.

[Very good, this is it!] Jiang Yanyu replied quickly, and Luo Qinglin was choked by the rejection.

Fortunately, the makeup I put on today was not heavy, without any exaggerated eye shadow. I only put on some highlighter foundation and lipstick to improve my complexion.

Without Jiang Yanyu's company, Luo Qinglin felt very embarrassed when he thought about facing the spotlight and reporters alone and entering the show alone.

After getting in the car, Luo Qinglin found the video of Jiang Yanyu attending a show and watched it bit by bit, trying to imitate him and enter the venue to relieve his nervousness.

Maybe it was because he was too cramped and had a heartburn. He had drunk some water when he just left the hotel, but now he felt thirsty after driving a few steps.

"Alex, is there any mineral water in the car?" Luo Qinglin asked the driver.

"It's in the storage compartment under the car door. You can see it when you open the door." Alex replied.

There was indeed an inconspicuous compartment door hidden under the car door. Luo Qinglin grabbed the pull ring on the compartment, pulled it up hard, and took out the mineral water inside.

However, there was not only mineral water in the storage compartment, but also a small square silver packaging bag under the bottom of the bottle.

What's this? Rubbish?

Luo Qinglin frowned, reached into the storage compartment with two fingers, and picked the thing out.

Ultra-thin...Large?

His eyes moved from the top words downwards, and when he saw the three words "condom", Luo Qinglin's ears suddenly turned red, from the base of his ear to the auricle, becoming a whole piece of red.

The driver really misunderstood yesterday!

Luo Qinglin put the condom in his palm and felt it was hot.

He stole a glance at Alex and found that he was not paying attention to him, so he quickly put the condom back.

The condom disturbed Luo Qinglin's mood, and his awkwardness was not relieved, but aggravated. When he arrived at the show, not only did the redness on his ears not disappear, but his face also turned red.

Bright flashes of light flashed at the guests, and countless luxury cars stopped in front of the Grand Palace.

The brand of this show is a top luxury brand, and countless celebrities and stars in the circle came to participate.

Luo Qinglin asked Alex to park the car at a nearby corner. He mixed in with the crowd of amateurs who came to watch the show, dodging the flash lights left and right, and finally avoided the socially awkward situation of being questioned by reporters yesterday.

Reporters and media were crowding everywhere, and Luo Qinglin's movements were greatly restricted. He could only move into the venue in small steps with a formal smile on his face.

The door to the Grand Palace was right in front of him. Luo Qinglin lowered his head slightly and prayed in his heart that no one would speak to him in French.

"Long time no see, Brother Qinglin~"

Suddenly, a sticky voice "brother" came from behind, Luo Qinglin's shoulder was grabbed, and the sound of shutter clicks was heard.

Luo Qinglin didn't dare to turn around. He was ready to pretend that he didn't hear it. He shrugged and continued walking forward.

"Brother Qinglin!" Seeing that Luo Qinglin ignored him, Si Moyu raised his voice unhappily.

"Si Moyu knows Luo Qinglin?"

"What is their relationship?"

"Isn't Luo Qinglin Jiang Yanyu's boyfriend?"

The sound of chattering spread all around. Luo Qinglin turned around and found several domestic reporters taking pictures of him and Si Moyu.

Luo Qinglin let out a long breath, gently patted the hand on his shoulder, and smiled at Si Moyu with narrowed eyes, "Long time no see, Mr. Si."

Her hand was slapped away, but Si Moyu was not angry. She shamelessly put her arm around Luo Qinglin's shoulder and said coquettishly, "Why are you being so distant? We haven't seen each other for just a month."

"Brother Qinglin and I are good friends~" Si Moyu turned around and said to the reporter with a smile.

You're so good!

Luo Qinglin cursed in his heart, but he held it in. He put on a fake smile and nodded politely to the reporter.

The flash lights were very dazzling. The reporters kept taking pictures and asking Si Moyu random questions and telling him all kinds of false stories.

Si Moyu hooked his arm around Luo Qinglin's shoulders, his hands still restless, rubbing the flesh on his shoulders from time to time, sometimes hard, sometimes light.

Just when Luo Qinglin's patience reached its limit, a loud shout came out of nowhere, "Sissy, let him go!"

The author has something to say:

Jiang Yanyu: When pursuing a wife, you have to be flexible and at the right time. You have to take care of everything from food and drink to money and reputation. Do you understand? (Knock on the blackboard)

Bai Shengyun: I understand! I will do the laundry and cooking for Qin Xiaoxi tomorrow.

Jiang Yanyu: Tsk, idiot.