Chapter 55 They didn't even talk, it wasn't even a proper negotiation...
Jing Yitong turned around and saw Fang Xingu staring at him intently from under the eaves without saying a word. Jing Yitong asked again, puzzled, "Were you calling me?"
Fang Xingu then came to his senses and, seeing that Jing Yitong was almost in front of him, said, "Oh, I was just calling out casually."
Jing Yitong laughed speechlessly, then stepped forward and flicked him on the forehead: "You're kidding me?"
Fang Xingu laughed, covered his head, and took a step back: "Go throw away the trash quickly."
Jing Yitong nudged him weakly and stepped back into the snow.
When he came back after throwing out the trash, he saw that Fang Xingu hadn't obediently stood there waiting for him at all. Instead, she was squatting outside the building entrance, getting soaked in the snow, doing who knows what.
Hearing Jing Yitong's footsteps, Fang Xingu tilted his head back and held the small snowball in his palm in front of Jing Yitong: "I'm making a little snowman."
Jing Yitong looked at the rather tiny snowball nestled in Fang Xingu's hand and said bluntly, "...It's so small, it's too small even for a snowball fight."
Fang Xin Gu: ?
Fang Xingu snorted and flicked his wrist, sending the snowball flying at him: "Do you think it's small or not?"
Jing Yitong stared in disbelief at the spot where the snowball had hit him. The snowball hadn't been properly packed and had crumbled into snow particles the moment it hit his down jacket. It didn't hurt, but it was undeniably provocative. He raised an eyebrow and said, "You've gone too far, Teacher Fang."
After saying that, Jing Yitong pounced on Fang Xingu viciously and childishly grabbed a handful of snow to throw at him. Fang Xingu laughed as soon as he saw his wicked plan succeed, but Jing Yitong pinned him to the ground and he couldn't move.
However, in the end, Jing Yitong still let Fang Xingu off the hook. His commotion just now was all bark and no bite, and it didn't cause Fang Xingu any harm at all.
Jing Yitong brushed the snow off his hands and muttered, "Forget it, but if you catch a cold, I'll have to take care of you. I'll be at a disadvantage."
Fang Xingu felt he was being looked down upon and retorted, "My body isn't that weak."
Jing Yitong squatted down next to him and helped him build a snowman: "I wonder who it was that stayed in the hospital for a month just a few months ago."
"I accidentally contracted pneumonia, but I'm all better now..."
The two chatted as they made snowballs, but neither of them had any experience building snowmen, and there wasn't much snow on the road. In the end, they simply made two snowballs, one big and one small, and stacked them together. They then found two twigs and stuck them on the big snowball to make arms, creating a snowman that was about the height of a forearm.
The two snowballs weren't round enough, and even the twigs they picked up were bent, making the whole snowman look crooked and not very attractive.
The two stared at it in silence for a long time before Jing Yitong finally said, "It seems we don't have that technology."
Fang Xingu nodded in agreement: "Yes, but at least the spirit is commendable."
"Should we make another one? It'll be lonely with just one snowman."
"That works too, and with experience, it should look better this time."
So the two of them inexplicably made another snowman together. This one was indeed better than the last one, but because the starting point was too low, even with the improvement, the new snowman wasn't much better looking.
Unable to face their own work, the two quickly fled the scene and went home to take a hot shower, letting the warmth of the heater dispel the chill.
Fang Xin came out of the shower, changed into soft loungewear, and walked into the living room. She found Jing Yitong still watching a tablet on the sofa, his brows slightly furrowed, looking very serious.
Fang Xingu heated up a glass of milk and handed it to him: "What are you looking at?"
Jing Yitong: "Two production teams have sent me scripts, both of which are scheduled to start filming around March. I'm choosing which script to work on."
Fang Xingu sat down next to him: "Is it a difficult decision?"
Jing Yitong took a sip of warm milk: "Both scripts are good. One is a period drama, which is about the protagonist's experience of going into business. The other is a crime and suspense drama."
"Do you also struggle when the subject matter is very diverse?" Fang Xingu didn't know much about choosing scripts and couldn't easily give Jing Yitong advice, so he could only listen to his thoughts.
"I am more inclined to take on that period drama. In recent years, I have acted in a lot of crime and suspense films and TV series, from the main character to the villain to the extra. And if nothing unexpected happens, the suspense film that was resubmitted for review will be released in a few months."
Fang Xingu understood. This kind of approach can easily lead to audience fatigue and limit Jing Yitong to works of this type. This is why many actors seek to transform themselves after working on the same subject for a long time.
Jing Yitong continued, "I've never worked on a period drama before, but after reading the script the production team gave me, I found the plot to be very interesting with its twists and turns."
Fang Xingu thought for a moment: "Judging from your tone, you're clearly leaning towards this period drama, so what are you still hesitating about?"
Jing Yitong sighed: "The filming period for this period drama is quite long, almost four months, and the filming location is also far away, in Guangzhou."
This time, even Fang Xingu subconsciously let out an "Ah".
Suizhou is in the south, while he himself will definitely be in Beijing, which is in the north, for a considerable period of time in the first half of the year because he will be producing an album. Although it only takes about three hours to fly between the north and south, it is still not as good as living under the same roof now.
Fang Xin gripped the milk glass in his hand tightly. Wouldn't that mean that in another two months, they would have to start a long-distance relationship again?
...Oh no, they didn't even date, so it's not like they're in a long-distance relationship at all.
Fang Xin had no choice but to force a smile and say, "How far is Guangzhou? It's only a few hours by plane. Why are you so homesick?"
Jing Yitong looked at him helplessly, thinking to herself, "Am I homesick? No, I'm in love with you, I don't want to be separated from you."
However, his work as an actor meant he couldn't stay in one place for long. Even if he chose another crime drama, he would still have to leave Beijing to film, and he still couldn't escape the fate of being in a different place.
Forced by work commitments, both of them were compelled to accept the fact that they would be separated for four months in two months.
Fortunately, Jing Yitong's upcoming guest appearance in the urban workplace drama "Zhu Xin" is being filmed in Beijing, giving them a buffer period.
Two days later, Jing Yitong was finally going to join the filming crew. Fang Xin, on the other hand, after working non-stop for several days on album and studio matters, finally had time to rest and could stay home to think about the arrangement.
Now their roles are reversed; Jing Yi goes to work, while Fang Xin works from home.
Having not spent so much time alone for so long, Fang Xingu was actually a little unaccustomed to this quiet and lonely life. After making a few changes to the arrangement of "Silence Has a Voice," his inspiration and patience were completely exhausted. He wandered around the house aimlessly and finally set his sights on the pots and pans in the kitchen.
When he was recording "The World Is So Big" before, he promised Jing Yitong that he would cook for him.
Since she had nothing better to do today, Fang Xingu looked at the remaining ingredients in the refrigerator and found some spare ribs left over from yesterday. Knowing that Jing Yitong loved sweet and sour spare ribs, Fang Xingu decided to try cooking for the first time.
Fang Xin found a tutorial online and studied it with great enthusiasm, much like the rigorous attitude he had when doing experiments in his student days. He followed the tutorial step by step, especially when it came to seasoning, he even wanted to take out a high-precision electronic scale to weigh the ingredients.
The first few steps went smoothly, but once the fire was lit, Fang Xingu started making frequent mistakes. First, when frying the ribs, he was afraid of the oil splattering, so he stood almost a meter away from the pot, stretched out his arm, and poured the ribs into the oil, almost spilling them out.
After finally managing to fry the ribs until they were cooked through, he was even more unlucky because he turned the heat up too high when making the sugar syrup. The ribs started smoking wildly shortly after being put into the pot. At that time, Fang Xin was unaware of what this meant and was only thinking about speeding up the stir-frying so that every piece of rib would be coated with the rich sugar syrup.
Then he discovered that the ribs were stuck to the bottom of the pot and he couldn't flip them over.
Fang Xingu then realized there was a big problem. He hurriedly turned off the fire, trying to salvage his sweet and sour pork ribs, only to find that the ribs had already turned black and looked inedible. He silently took a bite—very good, bitter.
Fang Xin quietly pushed the sweet and sour pork ribs aside, preparing to secretly dump them and then clean up the crime scene.
However, the sugar syrup was already stuck to the bottom of the pot. Fang Xin spent a long time washing it and finally managed to clean the sticky residue off the bottom of the pot, but the poor bottom of the pot had completely changed color, and it was obvious that it had suffered inhuman abuse.
Faced with this mess, Fang Xingu painfully pressed his forehead. Forget it, he didn't have the talent for it. He'd better destroy the evidence first.
Fang Xingu, having come to terms with reality, let out a sigh of relief, opened his phone, and ordered takeout for himself and Jing Yitong's dinner. He also secretly ordered the same pot, preparing to switch the dishes.
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Meanwhile, the production team of the TV series "Forging the Heart" in Beijing.
Jing Yitong had just finished filming his scenes for the day and was about to go home when director Chen Lu called him back: "Yitong, it's been a long time! The crew is having a dinner party tonight, why don't you come along?"
Jing Yitong remembered that he had promised Fang Xingu that he would go home for dinner tonight, so he politely declined, saying, "Thank you, Director Chen, but I'll skip it today. I'm in a hurry to go home."
Chen Lu laughed: "Don't think I don't know you're all alone, living in Beijing by yourself. What could be the reason you're in such a hurry to get home?"
Jing Yitong smiled and waved his hand: "I really have something to do."
Chen Lu teased him, "Alright, look at how anxious you are, anyone who didn't know better would think someone at home is waiting for you."
Chen Lu was just joking casually, but Jing Yitong smiled without saying a word, his expression full of meaning, which made Chen Lu freeze on the spot—could he have hit the nail on the head? Is there really someone in the family?
Jing Yitong didn't explain much. He simply said goodbye politely and left by car, leaving Chen Lu standing there deep in thought.
Jing Yitong returned home smoothly and found Fang Xingu waiting for him obediently. Just as Jing Yitong was about to speak, his keen sense of smell detected a strange smell in the air, in addition to the aroma of food.
Before he could investigate what the smell was, Fang Xingu called out to him, "Come and finish your meal."
Jing Yitong quickly put those thoughts out of his mind. Looking at the familiar dishes on the table, he knew it was that private kitchen downstairs again: "Did we order takeout from them again?"
"Yeah, their food is really good." It's definitely better than my sweet and sour pork ribs. I can't let Jing Yitong come home after a long day and eat his burnt sweet and sour pork ribs.
Jing Yitong had no objection to takeout. Seeing that Fang Xingu had also ordered chicken soup, he went to the kitchen to get a soup ladle.
Upon entering the kitchen, Jing Yitong noticed a pot on the stove that was both unfamiliar and familiar—it was indeed the pot he usually used, but this one looked too new and was clearly not the one he usually used.
Jing Yitong asked, puzzled, "You bought a new pot?" When did Fang Xingu start going into the kitchen?
Fang Xin Gu: ...How come I saw through you at a glance!
Fang Xingu forced a smile and said, "Well, I saw that your old pot was a bit broken, so I bought you a new one."
"Broken?" Jing Yitong asked, puzzled. "But it felt fine when I used it a couple of days ago."
Jing Yitong turned to look at Fang Xingu and saw that the man had already lowered his head, looking guilty after making a mistake, and didn't even dare to look him in the eye.
At that moment, Jing Yitong took a sniff and smelled that strange odor in the room again.
After a moment, Jing Yitong finally recognized that it smelled like burnt meat.
Connecting the dots now with Fang Xin's takeout order and the suddenly replaced pot, Jing Yitong finally pieced together the truth of the matter—
It seems that Fang Xin has not forgotten his promise from half a month ago, but the process of fulfilling the promise has been a bit bumpy.
Jing Yitong turned his back and chuckled to himself: Oh well, he should just pretend he doesn't know.
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