Chapter 15
Xia Lanzheng was almost dragged to follow Cheng Lan, gritting her teeth and saying nothing.
The big boss is Chu Linchuan, who has no place to vent his frustrations, and now he is forced to intervene in the plot.
How can a person be so unlucky?
"Go into the East Performance Building," Cheng Lan steadied his breath and squeezed Xia Lanzheng's wrist. "It's been abandoned for a long time, so students don't dare to go in."
Despite being a private trip, Cheng Lan clearly had some makeup on. She wore minimal makeup and carefully curated her clothes. She deliberately went for a preppy look, but at first glance, she looked like a delinquent.
Xia Lanzheng wanted to ask if he could let go first, but the male supporting role wasn't as physically fit as Cheng Lan. He gasped as soon as he opened his mouth, and she couldn't bear to listen.
So the two of them quickly ran into the performance building. The light bulbs had been in disrepair for a long time, and it was dim and gloomy everywhere. A few moths were circling around the faint light source.
Walk around the long and narrow corridor, enter the hidden stairwell, slow down your pace and go straight down.
Xia Lanzheng removed the hair that had covered her face, and finally found an opportunity to ask, "You can run away if you want, but what does it have to do with me?"
Cheng Lan used his phone to illuminate the area, looking over at him from behind. "Who told you to stand there blocking the way? This is just a matter of convenience."
Xia Lanzheng didn't know whether it was convenient or not, but her wrist felt very painful from being grabbed. He slapped the back of Cheng Lan's hand with a "snap" sound: "Don't make excuses."
Cheng Lan just let go and covered Xia Lanzheng's mouth again: "Can you please keep your voice down?"
There were chaotic footsteps on the ceiling, and it sounded like there were two or three people.
Cheng Lan turned off the flashlight. The basement was dark and everything in front of him suddenly went dark.
"Didn't they say that students don't dare to come in?" Xia Lanzheng muttered.
He was also infected by the tense atmosphere, but found it more exciting. The scene resembled the horror movies he loved to watch, and also the real-life escape room that his classmates talked about.
He has wanted to play for a long time.
My eyes couldn't see clearly, but my hearing was sharper. Footsteps moved from right to left, and from left to right.
He felt Cheng Lan was very close to him, his lips almost touching his ear.
Cheng Lan whispered, "He's coming downstairs."
Warm breath sprayed on her earlobe. Xia Lanzheng raised her hand to rub it, but Cheng Lan grabbed her fingers in the dark.
The four fingers were gathered together, and Xia Lanzheng thought inappropriately that they looked like wrapped sheep's hooves.
Click.
They stepped into an even smaller space, a cramped locker.
At this time, Xia Lanzheng adapted to the darkness and gradually could see things clearly.
Costumes hung on the inside of the cabinet, their heavy lace trims adorned with spiderwebs. At his feet were piled props: folding fans, masquerade masks, small umbrellas...
Cheng Lan squeezed in opposite to Xia Lanzheng. The locker was not high enough, so he hunched his waist slightly and leaned his back against the locker.
With his right hand supporting his head, he brushed past Xia Lanzheng's face with his left hand and grabbed the cabinet door.
The four legs were crossed together, and Xia Lanzheng almost sat astride Cheng Lan's thighs.
"You're holding my hair down."
Xia Lanzheng's hands were placed neatly on both sides of her body, with no room to lift them up, so she signaled with her eyes.
Cheng Lan stared at him, his lips moving several times, and after a long while he finally spoke: "It's a small place, be patient."
Xia Lanzheng narrowed her eyes for a moment. It felt so wrong to hear these words coming from Cheng Lan's mouth.
Cheng Lan continued to ask: "By the way, what brand of shampoo do you use?"
He and Xia Lanzheng were only half an arm's length apart, and the fragrance invaded his nostrils unrestrainedly.
Cheng Lan pressed one side of Xia Lanzheng's hair against the door panel with his hand, so that the back of his hand almost rubbed his cheek.
Even in the dark, it was not difficult to see that Xia Lanzheng had very fair skin, and the color difference was quite obvious when it was placed next to his hand.
Will Xia Lanzheng's face be soft?
Cheng Lan was startled when this question suddenly popped up in his mind, and he pressed down his long hair with even more force.
Xia Lanzheng hissed and raised her eyes to glare at him.
"Are you sick, Cheng Lan?" Xia Lanzheng raised her neck in response to the force, cursing him by name. "The shampoo was bought by my auntie... If you find it smelly, get out."
Cheng Lan explained hurriedly: "That's not what I meant..."
The anger that had nowhere to vent found a focus. Xia Lanzheng, with her eyes shining in the darkness, spoke one sentence after another.
"It's not that I want to stay here with you. You better understand. It's you who insisted on dragging me away."
"Don't blame me for hanging up on you. I already blacklisted you. Couldn't I just send you a message? Why did you have to call me to the bathroom to confront me?"
"Isn't it your fault that things are like this now?"
He fell silent at the end, because Cheng Lan's temperature was getting higher and higher, and then -
"Hiss, Cheng Lan, your nose is bleeding!"
Xia Lanzheng, who was in a hurry to get the paper, kicked her legs and knocked over the small umbrella beside her with a tinkling sound.
"Did you hear anything?" a timid voice came from the corridor.
"I heard something..."
"Is it a rat? Is it a rat? No, let's go."
"Are you afraid of mice?"
The AC sound stopped at the basement door. Xia Lanzheng covered Cheng Lan's nose stiffly and pressed the unfolded tissue against his face.
"Shhh."
Xia Lanzheng and Cheng Lan met each other's eyes and shook their heads silently.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid."
"...Forget it," several people agreed, "The person shouldn't be here, let's go."
Xia Lanzheng looked through the air vents on the door panel and saw several dark figures swaying twice, then turning around and walking upstairs.
The footsteps gradually faded away, and after a few seconds, the only sound left in his ears was Cheng Lan's heavy breathing.
Xia Lanzheng was just about to ask Cheng Lan if he had rhinitis when she felt a pain in her palm and the blood-stained tissue fell into the darkness.
"I'm sorry," Cheng Lan didn't give him a chance to speak, "If you don't let go, I'm going to suffocate."
Xia Lanzheng stared at the tooth marks on her palm with her mouth wide open, then shook it off in disgust. "Is it still bleeding?"
Cheng Lan also looked at his hand and licked his fangs: "No, um... I've been a little irritated lately."
Xia Lanzheng hesitated to speak: "Take some Chinese medicine to recuperate."
Forget it, Chinese medicine can’t save gay men.
Half an hour had passed since he left the auditorium. He touched the cabinet door and asked, "Go out?"
Cheng Lan lifted his leg, bumped into something, and froze. "Okay."
Just then, there was another noise outside the door.
It was a clear sound of footsteps, coming from far away and slowly stopping at the basement door.
The flashlight light immediately shone towards the locker, shifted to the left, and illuminated half of Xia Lanzheng's face.
Cheng Lan held Xia Lanzheng's hand, put it down, and shook his head at him.
When the lights went away, Xia Lanzheng held her breath, her heart beating very fast.
——This is even scarier than a horror movie.
The figure outside the door moved, and the man raised his foot, as if turning around to leave.
“Mee——”
The bleating of sheep echoed from the locker.
It's Xia Lanzheng's cell phone ringtone.
Xia Lanzheng's heart rate rose rapidly, and her hands quickly reached into her trouser pockets. Cheng Lan also hurriedly helped.
The cell phone was placed in the jeans. Cheng Lan lifted up Xia Lanzheng's clothes and covered her with his hot palm.
The loud bleating of sheep came one after another, like a ping-pong ball thrown into a cupboard, bouncing off the door and running around.
The skin on Xia Lanzheng's waist was rubbed so hard that it hurt, but the more panicked she was, the more difficult things became.
"Fuck," Cheng Lan cursed. "Forget it."
"What?"
Before Xia Lanzheng could react, Cheng Lan decisively pushed the door open, stepped out and stood in front of the door.
The phone stopped ringing, but the beam of light came the next second.
Xia Lanzheng grabbed the door panel and saw the figure outside through the gap.
The simple white shirt, who else could it be but Song Xinghuai?
The broken plot always corrects itself unexpectedly, and this time is no exception. The people who are supposed to appear still appear, but at an inappropriate time and out of the original script.
Xia Lanzheng was shocked and felt a little guilty. What should she do? She was discovered.
He clenched his hands, hid behind Cheng Lan, and tried to reduce his presence as much as possible.
"Xiao Xia brother."
Song Xinghuai walked towards the locker and called Xia Lanzheng's name first.
Xia Lanzheng didn't respond. How did Song Xinghuai find this place?
He clearly didn't catch up just now.
Cheng Lan gently pushed Xia Lanzheng inside. He grabbed Song Xinghuai and said in a bad tone, "Who are you?"
Xia Lanzheng sat down without paying attention, and now she was completely blocked.
"I'm not looking for you." Song Xinghuai's voice sank a little.
Cheng Lan stared at him and sneered, then turned around and asked, "Do you know him?"
Xia Lanzheng took a deep breath resignedly: "I know him, Xiao Song won't tell anyone."
He couldn't see what Song Xinghuai's expression was. In any case, in the original book, Song Xinghuai not only didn't tell anyone, but also comforted Cheng Lan.
Cheng Lan was a soft-hearted person and acted arrogantly. When he heard what Song Xinghuai said, his face turned red.
"Xiao Song?" Cheng Lan still held Song Xinghuai tightly, pondering the name.
The flashlight shone on Cheng Lan, and the tips of his ears tinged red. But his tone was wrong, as if he was gritting his teeth, forcing out two words.
Xia Lanzheng stood up quickly. Reason told him that this was not a place to stay for long.
——At least he shouldn't be here.
"Xiao Xia brother," Song Xinghuai pulled his hand out and called him again, "There's no one outside, shall we go?"
Cheng Lan stood between the two of them like an impenetrable wall, but Song Xinghuai's gaze passed through him and fell directly on Xia Lanzheng.
"I..." As Xia Lanzheng opened her mouth, Cheng Lan turned around to look at her.
The flashlight's smooth trajectory was completely focused on Xia Lanzheng's feet.
Xia Lanzheng finally saw the expressions of Cheng Lan and Song Xinghuai, and a long string of question marks suddenly floated over her head.
The atmosphere was extremely tense, and it seemed as if sparks were floating in the air.
After a moment of silence, Xia Lanzheng caught sight of a missed call from Chu Linchuan and came up with an idea: "My brother wants to talk to me, how about you two chat? I need to go home first."
The flat voice echoed in the basement. Cheng Lan and Song Xinghuai looked at him and had the same idea.
The acting is so bad.
But neither of them said much. Cheng Lan stuck close to Xia Lanzheng, while Song Xinghuai fell behind.
When I walked out of the performance building, there was indeed no one around.
Cheng Lan received a barrage of calls from his agent and bodyguard. He looked clearly impatient, but he first asked Song Xinghuai, "Why aren't you leaving?"
Song Xinghuai remained in the same posture and didn't look like he was going to leave.
Xia Lanzheng couldn't stand it anymore: "Let's go, let's go, I really need to go find my brother."
He was the first to leave, and before he was out of sight of Cheng Lan and Song Xinghuai, he couldn't help but run wildly.
The dead leaves were picked up by the wind and scraped against the cement road as they floated past.
Xia Lanzheng ran faster and faster, wondering what was going on?
Where's the exchange of contact information? Where's the consolation? Why didn't anything happen?
The tiger's mouth was bitten for nothing.
The phone rang, and there were more than ten unread messages.
"Chu Linchuan: Where?"
"Chu Linchuan: Xia Lanzheng, answer the phone."
Xia Lanzheng knew at a glance that this person was impatient, and immediately did not bother to review the situation.
"X: Right away, right away, qwq, I'll find you in the parking lot!"
He quickened his pace, checking his phone as he ran.
"Yu Jiawei: Xiaoxia! The magazine is on sale!"
"Yu Jiawei: You've been seen!"
"Yu Jiawei: Find some time to come to the company!! I want to discuss joining the team with you!!!"
The screen was full of exclamation marks. Xia Lanzheng was confused. What kind of group should he join? He couldn't act at all!
Yu Jiawei sent a voice message excitedly.
"Next week! Director Yu Shuang's crew!"
"The one with Mr. Cheng!"
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