The experience of being scolded is very bad
The next morning, Lu Xinyang knocked on Tang Lin's door, carrying some steamed buns and soy milk. "Please analyze the matter of me liking Ji Rongyu again from the beginning."
Tang Lin leaned against the door frame and looked at him sleepily: "..."
Three seconds later, Tang Lin suddenly reacted: "Huh?????????? Didn't you say yesterday——"
Lu Xinyang quickly covered his mouth, turned around and looked across worriedly, and whispered, "Ji Rongyu is still asleep, don't wake him up." After that, he pushed Tang Lin into the room.
After the door closed, Tang Lin adjusted the collar of his pajamas, then sat down on the bed with his legs crossed, looking very proud. "Humph, now you know how to come to me? Didn't you say yesterday that you just had an itchy lung?"
Lu Xinyang's heart was burning, so he waved his hand magnanimously: "I was ignorant yesterday, please don't be angry with me."
Tang Lin: “…Okay.”
"Then tell me first," Tang Lin changed his leg and continued to lift it, feeling quite comfortable with the feeling of mastering the game. "Why did you suddenly come to your senses?"
Lu Xinyang politely handed over two barbecued pork buns, took one himself, broke it in half, blew on it casually, and ate it: "It was when we were visiting the Lantern Festival last night that I seemed to see the guidance of God..."
Lu Xinyang's tone was a little uncertain. He took out his phone from his pocket, shook the chat page and said, "I asked them if it snowed last night, and they all said no, but I think I really saw it."
Tang Lin glanced at the group chat records, and almost all of them were against Lu Xinyang.
[The temperature must have dropped, right? But I didn't see any snow. I didn't notice it and went to bed long ago.]
[I didn’t look carefully in the house]
I was on the road at the time, and I didn't even notice any snow.
[No, right?]
I video-called my family yesterday and they told me it was raining downtown.
"If you want to rely on this kind of ambiguous fate to help you determine your sexual orientation..." Tang Lin looked at him with an indescribable expression, "Then I suggest you analyze it yourself."
"But I drank, and it was my first time, so I had no experience. Isn't it true that people tend to hallucinate when they're drunk?" Lu Xinyang rubbed his temples. He still felt a bit hungover, "but I also feel like it's real...it really did snow yesterday."
"Do you want to hear the truth? I'm telling you, whether it's true or not isn't something you can just say. Even if you're gay, you still have to ask Teacher Ji if he wants to be gay too, right?" Tang Lin reminded him. "Don't be prejudiced. Teacher Ji only writes BL novels, but has he ever said he's gay?"
Lu Xinyang immediately shook his head: "I never said that."
"That's it, so think it over carefully first. After you've thought it through, don't rush into confessing your feelings. If he doesn't want to be with you, then you two won't even be able to be friends anymore."
Tang Lin's suggestion was very conventional, but also very practical. Lu Xinyang immediately fell silent, squatted down with the bun in his hands, and started eating.
With this unresolved emotional problem weighing on his mind, Lu Xinyang didn't even call Ji Rongyu before leaving. He and Tang Lin went to the set first.
After a whole day of filming, Lu Xinyang asked almost everyone who had any contact with him, but the weird thing is that no one noticed whether it snowed last night.
Unfortunately, Ji Rongyu didn't come to the set today. Lu Xinyang waited and waited but he didn't show up. When he returned home after the filming in the evening, he couldn't help it and knocked on Ji Rongyu's door without even entering his own room.
I don't know what the people in the room are doing. After a while, they opened the door and went out: "What's going on?"
There was an inexplicable coldness in Ji Rongyu's voice, causing Lu Xinyang's prepared words to linger on his lips. "Um...did it snow on the way back from the Lantern Festival last night?"
"I don't know," Ji Rongyu said, as if to make his words more credible. "You're too heavy. Just dragging you back here made me sweat. I didn't have time to pay attention to anything else. Do you see any snow on the ground?"
"...Of course not," Lu Xinyang felt that he was perfunctory. "Unless it rained all night, it would definitely be gone by the time we woke up in the morning."
"That means it didn't come down."
"...Really?" Lu Xinyang hesitated. He was unwilling to accept this answer.
Seeing him standing there, hesitant to speak, Ji Rongyu said, "Is there anything else? It's okay, I'm closing the door."
"Yes, yes, of course!" Lu Xinyang said quickly, "That... Oh, right, what are you going to eat tomorrow morning? I don't have to diet now. I'll buy breakfast for you tomorrow. Do you want to try it..."
Ji Rongyu interrupted him: "No need, I won't be going to the set tomorrow."
Lu Xinyang was stunned for a moment: "Not going tomorrow? ...You, you didn't go today."
"Yeah, I've almost nothing to do at this point in the filming," Ji Rongyu looked at him steadily, "It's already March. When the filming ends on April 2nd, I'll go home too."
Yes, New Year's Eve came late this year. It was already March right after the Lantern Festival. Lu Xinyang was getting anxious. The days after March were getting warmer day by day. If he wanted another heaven-sentence, wouldn't he have to make artificial snow?
Seeing that Ji Rongyu was really about to close the door, Lu Xinyang reached his hand into the crack of the door without thinking: "Wait a moment!"
The gap in the door that was almost closed was suddenly widened, and Ji Rongyu's face turned ugly.
"I have something else to ask you," Lu Xinyang said quickly, "It's about the Bai Qingheng in the script... I think, I mean, I don't understand, when did the TV version of Bai Qingheng fall in love with Fu Qianyu?"
The novel "The Trapped Color" describes Bai Qingheng's emotional changes at various stages in his life with words, but when it was adapted into a screenplay, only a few scenes featuring Bai Qingheng were added, and the two protagonists rarely even had any intimate contact. Can the audience clearly see the emotional changes between them?
"That's all you're talking about?" Ji Rongyu emphasized the first word. "Then come in."
Lu Xinyang immediately squeezed himself in through the crack in the door.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the room. It was still that familiar and pleasant smell of Ji Rongyu. He stretched lazily, lifting the corners of his mouth, sat down naturally on the edge of the bed, and picked up the notebook and pen spread out on the table.
But before he could see the first word written on the paper, Ji Rongyu snatched the notebook back. He quickly tore off several pages and even went to throw them into the trash can first.
The part sandwiched in the middle of the notebook was not torn cleanly and looks rough.
"Sit here, it's class time now," Ji Rongyu pulled him up and pressed him on the armchair in front of the table, "I'll write, you watch." Then he took a pen and started writing while speaking.
Lu Xinyang gripped the edge of the chair a little uncomfortably. He sat on Ji Rongyu's left and looked at him. After a while, he stood up with the chair and moved himself to the right to continue watching.
It's the same profile, what's different? Why do I feel uncomfortable whether I'm sitting on the left or the right?
Lu Xinyang frowned in confusion, but there was no other way to move the chairs. The semicircular black armrests both supported the backrest and defined a fixed area, preventing the two chairs from being placed too close together.
Next to him, Ji Rongyu, writing and drawing, compared and explained the differences between narrative through words and pictures. After that, he turned to look at him and said, "Am I explaining this clearly? Now think about what Director Gao told you during the filming. Do you know how to tell a story through pictures?"
If Lu Xinyang can smoothly transform textual thinking and visual thinking, and can imagine the script in black and white as the corresponding camera language, then his cooperation with the director will definitely be greatly improved, and he will be able to go further in the future acting career.
"Have you figured it out?" The other party didn't respond for a long time, so Ji Rongyu asked again, "How do you feel now?"
Lu Xinyang came back to his senses, looked at him, then looked at the notes in his hand, hummed twice and said, "It seems like you wrote a lot."
Ji Rongyu: “…”
Ji Rongyu: “…………………………”
The anger point in himself that he had been unaware of for the entire twenty-six years of his life was brought out by Lu Xinyang's simple seven words.
"Get out of here! Get out!" Ji Rongyu was furious. "I can't teach you anymore! Get out of here!!!!!"
"I won't leave," Lu Xinyang said, "I'll call you Teacher Ji again!"
"Don't yell! You haven't even paid tuition!"
"You have to teach me even more since you haven't received the tuition. You can get a good student by teaching me. If you don't teach me, you will just be at a disadvantage..."
“Get out!!!!”
Lu Xinyang was kicked out with a loud bang. He slumped his shoulders in disappointment and moved reluctantly back to his room.
Turn on the air conditioner, take off your clothes, and take a shower.
When he was washed by the hot water, he shivered and found that his knee joints were still cold. The bathroom of this small hotel did not have heating equipment, so he could only quickly wash himself, change his clothes, and go out, then lie down on the bed and prepare to sleep.
Five minutes later, he turned on the bedside lamp and began to memorize his lines.
Five minutes later, he got out of bed in his slippers and walked around continuing to memorize his lines.
Tang Lin was next door, so he had heard the noise of them opening and closing the door. After a while, he sneaked over and watched the fun. "Shouldn't I have bought you some cough syrup yesterday? I should have bought you some sleeping pills."
Tang Lin was originally worried that Lu Xinyang might not be in good condition for the filming today because he slept late and got drunk yesterday. Unexpectedly, he was not only in good condition, but also in too good a condition. He was not tired at all after filming for the whole day, and even couldn't sleep at night.
The excitement was almost abnormal.
"Maybe it's because I'm too curious," Lu Xinyang said, "I still haven't figured out whether I like Ji Rongyu or not."
"Is it really that hard to figure out?" Tang Lin was puzzled. "Although I've never been in a relationship, I knew I had a crush on my high school deskmate the first time I saw her."
Just as Lu Xinyang was about to open his mouth, Tang Lin added, "And I'm not itchy. Normal people like us don't rely on tickling to determine whether we're emotionally aroused."
“…” Lu Xinyang lowered his head and sighed.
"If you really can't figure it out, how about..." Tang Lin looked at the cups of water on the table, "I'll pour you some hot water?"
"Be serious, don't underestimate the importance of this matter to me," Lu Xinyang said with a stern face, "If I can't figure out whether I like Ji Rongyu or not, then I won't use a cup for the rest of my life! I'll drink water with my hands from now on!"
He made a gesture of scooping water with his hands together, and solemnly scooped a handful of "water" from his knees to his forehead.
Tang Lin looked at him without saying a word. Lu Xinyang also looked back without changing his expression. He spread his hands apart and shook them naturally: "I used an exaggerated rhetorical device."
Tang Lin: “…………”
He now felt that it was more likely that Ji Rongyu didn't like Lu Xinyang.
This has nothing to do with being gay or not, I'm just thinking about how annoying it would be to be with someone like Lu Xinyang! No normal person can get over this!
Now this guy was spinning on the spot in his slippers. Tang Lin closed his eyes for fear of being dizzy. After an unknown amount of time, Lu Xinyang finally came up with a conclusion: "No, I can't sleep. I'd better go find Ji Rongyu again. I remember I slept very well when I slept with him."
Tang Lin said, "You really don't like him so you deliberately take advantage of him?"
"Of course not!"
Lu Xinyang quickly wrapped himself in his down jacket and went to knock on Ji Rongyu's door. As soon as the door opened, he said bluntly, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
The pajamas he wore under his down jacket were the ones Ji Rongyu had given him. Look at the huge amount of equipment in his arms, he even brought a pillow with him, yet he still asked such a question. It was so pretentious.
"No," Ji Rongyu said in a bad tone, "I don't welcome you to disturb my rest."
"But I can't sleep. Maybe I'm used to my bed," said Lu Xinyang.
"You've lived here for so long and you suddenly say you're only interested in your own bed?"
"Anyway, I just couldn't sleep. I remember sleeping really well at your house, so I wanted to try again."
Ji Rongyu said: "This is not my home."
"Then I won't sleep. I'll just sit there for a while and be in a daze. By the way, I'll... treat you to an apple?" Lu Xinyang grabbed a handful of hair and pinched an apple head on himself.
"No, if others see it, they will misunderstand." Ji Rongyu was very principled and refused to give in at all.
"I will explain, really, please..." How could he convince Ji Rongyu to agree? Lu Xinyang thought about it and whispered in his ear, "Do I have any leverage over you?"
Ji Rongyu: "...Is this your attitude of asking for help?!"
Lu Xinyang was yelled at and shut up, but Ji Rongyu could vaguely hear footsteps coming from the next room. If they continued arguing at the door, if someone came out out of curiosity to take a look, it would be hard to say what would happen.
He really had no choice but to angrily drag the man into the house, close the door and continue scolding him.
Ji Rongyu cursed very fiercely, but Lu Xinyang found that Ji Rongyu had just taken a shower. His face looked whiter than usual and his teeth were very neat.
The hair dryer he had just used was still plugged in, and his ears must have been red from the hot air.
As he watched, Lu Xinyang became distracted.
Lu Xinyang had a bad experience of being scolded, and Ji Rongyu had an even worse experience of being scolded. Just look at his dreamy expression and you will know that he scolded for a long time but it didn’t make any sense at all!
Ji Rongyu was so angry that he gave up and went straight to bed, turned off the lights and went to sleep.
In the darkness, Lu Xinyang climbed up quietly, holding his quilt, feeling refreshed.
Haha! Ji Rongyu agreed to let me sleep with him!
But it’s really strange, why is he not sleepy at all even though he is lying next to Ji Rongyu?
Lu Xinyang turned over, his nose touching the pillowcase that Ji Rongyu had brought from home.
Turning over again, he smelled the familiar scent of detergent on the sheets, which was no different from the smell of Ji Rongyu's own bed.
Before he could continue to toss and turn, Ji Rongyu couldn't help but ask, "Are you still going to sleep? What on earth are you trying to do by tossing and turning?"
"Oh, I don't know either. Maybe I'm hungry?" Lu Xinyang touched his stomach worriedly, and he stammered as soon as he finished speaking.
Ji Rongyu remained silent.
Lu Xinyang made up for it by saying, "I'm starving."
Ji Rongyu wanted to curse again, but then he found that he seemed to have become accustomed to Lu Xinyang's shamelessness, and because of this habit, he became numb and could no longer curse with good words that were emotional and insightful.
But if he had been like that, he wouldn't have to think about how to scold him, because he would have locked him out of the room from the very beginning. If Lu Xinyang had the guts, he could just lie down and sleep in the corridor. Anyway, how this person slept had nothing to do with him.
What was wrong with him? Why had he let someone in again? This was totally unlike him, and he himself was beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed.
Ji Rongyu lay on his side, his back to Lu Xinyang, one hand on the top of his head, as if about to run away from home. Suddenly, as if to vent his anger, he spoke at the fastest speed: "You just asked me if I had any evidence in your hand. Yes, I do, just one thing, homosexuality."
"That's great." Lu Xinyang spoke faster than him.
Ji Rongyu: “?”
"What I mean is..." Lu Xinyang just started to speak, but quickly retreated as if he had suddenly braked, hiding his words and saying, "Ahem, I'm the only one who knows your secret, so you just need to be on guard against me. If you tell the secret to others, you won't be able to defend yourself."
He had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he smiled and said, "Haha, from now on we can secretly form a small secret group on the crew and exclude all of them."
Ji Rongyu whispered, "We?"
"Us." Lu Xinyang's heart was pounding very, very fast.
"Do you know what your next play is?" Ji Rongyu suddenly asked.
"What next movie?" Lu Xinyang was confused.
Ji Rongyu seemed to be even more concerned about his career than his agent: "The Fall wrapped filming in April and won't air until August. You won't have any free time in between, right? You definitely need to hurry up and film something else, either a variety show or a TV series. Even a small supporting role is fine, but it's still good enough to show your face. At least build up some inventory, then find a good crew and join the crew to prepare for your next drama."
"Then I should ask you, which of your novels is going to be filmed? Anyway, I will definitely give you the male lead."
Lu Xinyang spoke faster than his brain, and he reacted after he had finished speaking. Great, he had another reason to pester Ji Rongyu!
The identity of the male protagonist seems to be more useful than a boyfriend. Although it is still unclear what his feelings are for Ji Rongyu, there are so many dramas to shoot and so much time together in the future, he will always be able to figure it out slowly.
But Ji Rongyu said, "What do you expect me to do? You can't stick mutton to a dog. I worked as a screenwriter on a crew once and I know it. This is not a job I like. I won't do it again. What kind of drama you will shoot in the future has nothing to do with me."
"You mean we'll be separated after filming wraps? April, that's going to be quick," Lu Xinyang counted the days and was stunned. "Can't I rest with you after filming Falling Color? Do I have to work non-stop? Just... just by myself? Then, can I still come to see you every day in the future?"
"Forget it," Ji Rongyu shook his head slightly, "When you become a big star, you'll have to report it 365 days a year if you want to take a few hours off to have a meal with someone. You...why don't you prepare yourself mentally now?"
Lu Xinyang stopped talking. He looked at Ji Rongyu's blurry profile in the darkness, and slowly shook his head, imitating his movements.
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