Chapter 12 Scoring twice
The hands gripping the vest tightened, and Luo Qinglin's heart was pounding so loudly that it seemed to pierce through his chest and float directly into Jiang Yanyu's ears.
The vibration of the heartbeat in his arms was transmitted to his skin through his clothes. Jiang Yanyu stretched out his left hand and covered Luo Qinglin's heart, and deliberately asked, "What are you nervous about, Mr. Luo?"
"Put me down quickly, this is very dangerous." Jiang Yanyu's palm was not hot, but Luo Qinglin felt it was hot.
"What are you afraid of, Mr. Luo? This is only the second floor," Jiang Yanyu said with a smile in his voice, "and even if you fall, I will cushion you."
Afraid that Jiang Yanyu would joke again, Luo Qinglin had to stretch out his other hand and hold the window frame tightly.
Because of nervousness, the force of my hands was too great and the wooden window frame creaked.
Hearing the sound, Jiang Yanyu turned his head to look where the sound came from.
A hand with distinct knuckles was placed on the rough red wood. The hand was originally white, and it looked even whiter against the red background.
His fingers were tensed, and the bones on the back of his hand were clearly prominent and pink, as if he was enduring some pain.
With a sudden evil intention, Jiang Yanyu deliberately leaned forward and pushed Luo Qinglin slightly toward the window, causing the wooden window beside him to creak again.
"I want to practice now." Jiang Yanyu repeated again.
With half of his body hanging outside the window, Luo Qinglin couldn't tell whether his heart was beating wildly because of fear or because Jiang Yanyu was hugging him.
Luo Qinglin held his breath, took back his hand that was holding the window frame, put his arm around Jiang Yanyu's neck and said, "Just practice for one minute, no more."
Jiang Yanyu smiled softly, and carried Luo Qinglin down the window. He put his right arm around his waist, protected his body with his left hand, and sat on the sofa with him in his arms.
Sitting down, Luo Qinglin buried his face in Jiang Yanyu's chest and said in a muffled voice: "What do you want to ask this time?"
Jiang Yanyu gently stroked the delicate hair of the person in his arms and asked in a low voice, "Are you close to Lin Han?"
"Not really. We haven't had much contact since we graduated from college." Luo Qinglin remained silent after answering.
Seeing that the person was not following the procedure and was slow to speak, Jiang Yanyu reminded him, "It's your turn to ask."
Ever since he heard the words "There's life but no one to take care of it", Luo Qinglin has been absent-minded, and his impression of Lin Han has changed from a kind-hearted senior to an uneducated greasy man.
Luo Qinglin really wanted to ask Jiang Yanyu why he transferred to Lincheng to study and what happened at home.
But these are other people's private affairs. He is not Jiang Yanyu's real boyfriend and has no right to ask.
Luo Qinglin pursed his lips and replied: "I don't have any questions to ask."
"No matter what questions Mr. Luo asks now, I will answer them truthfully," Jiang Yanyu leaned close to Luo Qinglin's ear and said, "Are you sure you don't want to ask?"
The humid hot air hit my ears, and it seemed as if water vapor had condensed on them. They were burning hot at first, and then became cold and itchy when blown by the breeze.
"Really not asking?" Jiang Yanyu asked again.
The roots of his ears became increasingly numb and soft, and Luo Qinglin raised his hands to cover his ears to block Jiang Yanyu's lips.
Feeling flustered, Luo Qinglin turned his head and glanced at a white jasmine on the bedside table. He subconsciously asked an irrelevant question, "What flowers do you like?"
"What flower?" Jiang Yanyu was stunned for a moment, not expecting Luo Qinglin to ask this question, but quickly came back to his senses. After a long silence, he replied, "Mini sunflower."
Hearing the answer, Luo Qinglin muttered absentmindedly: "Sunflower...?"
"Well," Jiang Yanyu stopped stroking her hair, put her lips on the back of Luo Qinglin's hand, and repeated in a low voice, "I only like sunflowers."
After saying this, both of them fell silent, leaving only the whistling wind, the gurgling water and the crisp chirping of birds in the air.
In a trance, Luo Qinglin seemed to hear the rustling sound of writing, the ringing of the bell for the end of the college entrance examination, the chaotic cheers, and the voice saying "Jiang Yanyu has returned to London"...
Memory was like a black hole, pulling Luo Qinglin in. His thoughts were torn apart and broken into tiny particles.
After an unknown amount of time, Luo Qinglin finally came to his senses, and remembered the agreement that he was only allowed to practice for one minute, so he wanted to stand up.
But her waist was tightly bound, her legs were curled up and she couldn't use any strength, so Luo Qinglin had to remind her, "One minute has passed, let me go."
"Mr. Luo said one minute himself, but I didn't agree to it." Jiang Yanyu tightened his arms and hugged Luo Qinglin tighter.
Every time when the practice was about to end, Jiang Yanyu would act like a spoiled child and refuse to let go, insisting on sticking around for a few more minutes before letting go. Luo Qinglin had long been accustomed to this.
But this is a filming location, Luo Qinglin didn't dare to let Jiang Yanyu do anything frivolous, and said anxiously: "Let go quickly, what if someone comes in and sees us?"
"So what if they saw it?" Jiang Yanyu said with a smile, "Isn't it normal for lovers to hug each other?"
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the room was pushed open. The person outside the door seemed to have used a lot of force, and the door panel hit the wall heavily, making a very loud noise.
"grass!"
Seeing that Luo Qinglin and Jiang Yanyu were taking a long time to come downstairs and were lingering in the room for some unknown reason, Xi Min followed Jiang Linxu's orders and went upstairs to call for help.
But as soon as the door opened, a scene that was not suitable for children appeared before Ximin's eyes. Several dirty words flashed through his mind, but his mouth seemed to be shackled and he could only utter the word "fuck".
Jiang Yanyu turned his head lazily and slowly, and saw Xi Min's face, which was red from neck to ears, and sneered, "Little kid, you are surprised by what you have never seen before."
"You...you are shameless!" Shocked by Jiang Yanyu's shamelessness, Xi Min closed the door after shouting and hurried downstairs.
Taking two steps at a time, Ximin ran to the end of the stairs in just a few seconds, jumped down four steps, and ran back to the sofa in the living room.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Xi Min's face flushed and flustered, Jiang Linxu asked in confusion.
"That old Jiang Yanyu..." Xi Min wanted to say 'old pervert', but then he thought, those two people didn't seem to have done anything out of the ordinary. They were still wearing their clothes and were just hugging each other.
If he said something nonsense, it would make him look like he had never seen the world, so Ximin changed his words and said, "The old man is busy now, he will come down later."
Xuan Chu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, with a smile on his face, and asked meaningfully, "What is Brother Jiang busy with?"
Why is this person still asking questions? Xi Min winked at Xuan Chu, glared at her and said, "Busy packing."
"Yeyu City has such a beautiful scenery," Jiang Yanyu's voice sounded at the same time at the stairs, "I was busy enjoying the scenery with my boyfriend and forgot the time. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
Jiang Yanyu smiled brightly and walked slowly forward, followed by Luo Qinglin who looked a little unnatural.
"Director Yu, I'm so sorry," Jiang Yanyu said as he walked in front of the camera, "Qinglin and I's microphones accidentally fell out of the window, so I'd like to trouble you to bring us two new ones."
Although he was talking to Yu Qin, Jiang Yanyu's eyes were on Lin Han. There was mockery and provocation in his gaze. The slightly upturned corners of his eyes were not as seductive as usual, but instead carried a sense of oppression.
What is it that you need to do in the room that requires you to take off the microphone and throw it out the window? Lin Han secretly clenched his fists and asked in a cold voice: "Mr. Jiang deliberately destroyed the props of the program team?"
"I was so engrossed in the scenery that I nearly fell out of the window while taking pictures. He dropped the microphone in his attempt to hold me back." Luo Qinglin spoke suddenly, looking directly at Lin Han and answered coldly.
After hearing Luo Qinglin's explanation, Jiang Yanyu's smile deepened. Lin Han clenched his jaw and stared at Jiang Yanyu fiercely.
Yu Qin moved his pupils left and right, his gaze moving back and forth between the three people's faces. Within a few seconds, he understood the Shura-like situation.
He just wanted to film a variety show, not to go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, so why were there so many obstacles and monsters jumping out along the way?
In his fantasy, Yu Qin hated the demon Lin Han, but in reality, he smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just two microphones. There are still many microphones, so it's no problem if ten or eight more are lost."
After saying that, Yu Qin waved to the prop assistant. After receiving the instructions, the assistant immediately took the spare microphone and pinned it between the collars of the two men.
"Thank you Director Yu for your understanding."
Jiang Yanyu ignored Lin Han's jealous look, withdrew his gaze lightly, took Luo Qinglin's hand, and walked back to the sofa with their fingers interlocked.
Although Lin Han still had a sullen face and looked unhappy, he did not speak again and did not interrupt the filming.
The filming went on smoothly, and Yu Qin breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there must be no more mistakes next time!
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At noon, the six people took a small tourist bus and arrived at Fengche Mountain Park, five kilometers away.
It was a weekday and there were not many people in the park.
The rolling hills are lush and green, and everywhere you look is light green.
Several lambs with pure white fur are running in the wind. Although the wind is strong, the curly fur on the sheep's bodies does not move at all and is very firm.
The picnic site was set next to lush bushes halfway up the mountain. The crew arrived at the location early in the morning to set up their equipment and placed drinking water on a portable plastic table for rest.
After getting off the car, the six people decided their positions by drawing lots.
Xi Min and Jiang Linxu were responsible for preparing the barbecue, Xuan Chu and He Yihan were responsible for setting up the tent, while Luo Qinglin and Jiang Yanyu were responsible for the optional logistical work.
The positions were divided in a rather strange way. Except for Jiang Yanyu, everyone else was dissatisfied.
While others were busy, Jiang Yanyu, wearing sunglasses and with his legs crossed, lay contentedly on a white plastic chair to bask in the sun.
Luo Qinglin originally wanted to look around and take pictures while walking around with his camera, but he felt extremely uncomfortable with the cameraman following him and the huge lens pressed against his face.
It turns out that people get so nervous when being photographed, Luo Qinglin thought as he stared at the black hole of the camera facing him.
The wind started to blow again, and not far away came the wailing of Xi Min as he made a fire, and the exclamation of He Yihan as the tent was blown around by the wind.
The screams were shrill, the wind was roaring, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
Luo Qinglin sighed lightly, glanced at the leisurely Jiang Yanyu, then shook his head speechlessly and walked quickly back to the picnic area.
"Let me do it."
Relying on his experience of camping in college, Luo Qinglin took the tent pole from He Yihan's hand, set up the inner tent in a few seconds, and fixed the tent firmly with ground nails. His movements were skillful and light, without a trace of panic.
The inner tent was set up. Luo Qinglin looked around and found something was missing, so he asked, "Where is the outer tent?"
He Yihan scratched his head and said awkwardly, "It was just blown away by the wind."
"...Okay," Luo Qinglin comforted He Yihan as she hung her head in embarrassment, "It's okay. This is fine."
Xuan Chu's side was going smoothly. The inner and outer tents were already set up. However, he didn't pull the wind rope hard enough, so the outer tent was not set up high enough.
Luo Qinglin removed the ground nails and pulled the windproof rope outwards with force, and the outer tent was smoothly raised, forming a full and round arch.
After re-pinning a few ground pegs of the outer tent, Luo Qinglin stood up and was about to pick up his camera to continue viewing the scenery and taking pictures when he heard a few panicked howls behind him.
"Oh shit! My pants are on fire!!!"
"ah!!!"
"......"
Luo Qinglin put down the camera, looked up at the clear blue sky, and sighed tiredly.
The author has something to say:
Jiang Yanyu: The sky is so blue, the wind is so strong, I feel so relaxed~ (lying down)
Luo Qinglin: Who will save me?
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