In fact, he likes me very much!
The clock moved to nine o'clock. Assistant Tang, who stayed at the hotel, had called Lu Xinyang more than a dozen times, but none of them went through.
Just as he was getting restless and about to go out to look for someone, he finally got his wish when he heard a knock on the door. Lu Xinyang, who hadn't brought his room card, came back.
Tang Lin quickly put down his phone and went to open the door, his mouth filled with resentment: "You still remember to come back? It's so late at night that I almost thought you went to get into the fairy bed!"
As soon as he opened the door, a large bag of things was stuffed into his hands. Lu Xinyang's hands were full, no wonder he had no time to knock on the door.
"What fairy? Ji Rongyu and I went to the night market, didn't you know?" Lu Xinyang looked at him strangely, then happily put all his spoils on the table.
"I didn't expect that. I thought Teacher Rong didn't..." Tang Lin swallowed back the words that he didn't have the patience to spend time with you. "I'm not interested in hanging out for too long. So you two are having so much fun?"
He carefully placed the package in his arms on the table, opened it and took a look curiously, and then a lot of question marks popped up in his mind.
No, the spoils that made Young Master Lu so happy were the 50-cent snacks that even these middle school students were tired of eating. Is Lu Xinyang really so ignorant?
Tang Lin was confused: "Wait, are you sure you didn't take the wrong thing? Did Teacher Rong take you to buy these?"
"Yeah, Ji Rongyu is really nice," Lu Xinyang couldn't wait to open a bag of spicy snacks, threw it up and caught it with his mouth, mumbling, "He took me to see his friends and treated me to a lot of delicious food!"
"He's not angry with you? Then why did he ignore you this morning?" Tang Lin asked again.
"He just didn't sleep well last night," Lu Xinyang said in a resounding voice after swallowing the spicy strips. "We all misunderstood. Actually, he likes me very much!"
"Oh... okay." Tang Lin stuffed the bags of snacks into the cabinet. Thinking of the look Teacher Rong Yu had given him, he whispered, "If you say yes, then so be it."
After hanging out outside all night, Lu Xinyang's face was frozen red. When the heater in the house turned on, it became dry and hot, making him feel uncomfortable.
He picked up his pajamas and went to the bathroom, took a nice hot shower, then came out with his wet hair wrapped in a towel and rolled onto the bed on his back.
"Are these all for tomorrow?...Okay, I'll ask the teacher if he's free to give me lessons now." After checking with Tang Lin about tomorrow's filming content, Lu Xinyang connected with his acting teacher via video, practiced his parts repeatedly for more than two hours, and then went to sleep contentedly.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he had a dream.
In the dream, Ji Rongyu not only wrote a novel based on him, but also wrote him as a super handsome guy who could cut through the thorns and go to heaven and earth with a sword in hand, and it was no problem for him to kill the dragon and snatch the princess.
Meide Lu Xinyang was still happily savoring the memory for a long time after waking up.
Even though he was called up at five in the morning to do his hair, he was still as energetic as if he had drunk a pot of thousand-year-old ginseng soup.
The only strange thing was that the more he thought about it, the more familiar the princess in his dream seemed to him. She looked like Ji Rongyu wearing a long wig. Moreover, her clothes and pointed ears on the side of her face made her look less like a princess and more like a fairy.
Lu Xinyang was so puzzled that he scratched his head with both hands. He always felt that it was because Tang Lin joked last night that he had gone into the fairy's bed, which made him dream about these strange things.
Lu Xinyang felt a little guilty for some reason after accidentally deceiving his good friend in his dream.
While the makeup artist was still applying foundation to him, he opened his Weibo.
Weibo accounts with hundreds of thousands of followers are just different. The little red dots that were just cleared last night are now countless again, but Lu Xinyang didn't look at any of them. He found Ji Rongyu's Weibo from the follow-up list and clicked on it.
【@容鱼: A good combination of meat and vegetables makes work less tiring.】
The accompanying picture shows a large plate of fresh-cut fruit and a pot of milky fish soup.
Scroll down, [@容鱼: If you borrow, you must return. It will not be difficult to borrow again.]
The accompanying picture shows fish struggling in a fishing net and fish bones buried by the river after being eaten.
Lu Xinyang chuckled. The makeup artist almost put liquid foundation into his nostrils.
"Don't move, brother. Teacher Ren is putting on your makeup," Tang Lin came over with a hot breakfast, glanced at his phone, and reminded him, "Are you logging into your main or secondary account? You can't use your main Weibo account casually. If you want to see something, go to your secondary account."
"Oh yes, I'm a star now, and I have to have the burden of being an idol." Lu Xinyang readily quit his main account and logged into the daily account he had been using before, and then commented on Ji Rongyu's Weibo one by one.
[Do you like fish? We have one at home too. I'll take a picture of it for you.]
[Its bones should also be neatly laid out for the photo.]
Tang Lin took a quick look and didn't dare to look down. It was too scary. The fish wanted to hang themselves after hearing it.
Lu Xinyang talked a lot and then went to follow the trend of the hot comments, urging Ji Rongyu to write a new article and asking when the physical book of "Trapped in Color" would be released.
At this time, Ji Rongyu, who was urged to update, was lying on the bed and browsing Weibo.
Since the new article had not been finalized, he had not dared to check Weibo. The messages he had received had piled up to a terrifying number.
But as the New Year approaches, the flag becomes increasingly shaky, and he can no longer escape.
Ji Rongyu stared blankly at his Weibo draft box, looking at the new book cover and copy that had been prepared long ago. His finger hovered over the send button for a long time, but he still couldn't click it.
He remembered that his first attempt at writing was when he was watching a geographical documentary and discovered a place he really wanted to go but could never go to. Those novel yearnings constituted a strong impulse, which pushed him to stay up all night when he created the new document, and finally wrote a story about a protagonist who was suddenly involved in a fantasy adventure.
Now he is about to start writing his fourth novel. Compared with his first creation which was just drifting with the flow, he has already skillfully built a specific story framework and character trajectory in his mind. However, he is gradually distancing himself from the protagonist of his own work.
He couldn't see where the vigorous vitality that supported the protagonist to run from the starting point to the end point was, so the protagonist, who only he had seen, was still a blurry figure, unable to jump out as energetically as he wished and stand in front of him brightly and dazzlingly.
Ji Rongyu has been stuck here for almost two months. He always feels that he is only one breath away from his goal, but he just can't take that breath.
He climbed out of bed listlessly, opened the curtains and looked at the still dark sky outside, then stretched lazily with a heavy heart.
The phone vibrated on the table and he heard the exclusive ringtone he had set for his grandfather.
Ji Rongyu glanced at the time displayed on the screen. It was only half past six. "Hey, Grandpa, what's the matter? Why are you looking for me so early in the morning?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to check in on you." The occasional clinking of bowls and spoons could be heard from the other end of the line, probably someone making breakfast. "I just wanted to ask you, um... how does it feel to be an editor at work?"
"I'm not an editor, I'm a screenwriter. I think it's okay. At least the working hours are quite flexible," Ji Rongyu said as he changed out of his slippers and put on a pair of warm boots. "What are you making for dinner? Don't make anything that's hard to digest."
"I know. I'll just have the same old three things: vegetable noodles with some bone soup," Ji Guanghui said. "Yesterday, Xiaole accompanied me to the market. She bought a lot of things and helped me carry them back. Even though she looks small, her arms are quite strong."
Ji Rongyu nodded: "Yes, the girl next door has grown up, she is as strong as a mountain and as powerful as the world."
"Anyway, you don't need to worry about me. You should also remember to eat on time and don't stay up too late at night," Ji Guanghui said, and then casually said, "Hey, when those people were filming on TV, were you also watching?"
"Yes, I'm a screenwriter on the set, and the director may ask me to revise the script at any time."
Ji Guanghui raised her reading glasses on the verge of probing: "I see those who work in TV shows and are celebrities, and they are all very beautiful. Are there any beautiful ones in your TV shows?"
"No." Ji Rongyu said without thinking. He had already guessed what medicine was in his grandfather's gourd.
"Really? Then... it doesn't matter if she's not pretty. Among your female colleagues, are there any with good tempers that you like?" Ji Guanghui said in a seductive tone, "If you meet a good girl, you should chase her quickly. If you miss one, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
"Honestly speaking, I've never pursued anyone. I also want to try to pursue one, but what can I do if I really haven't met someone I like?" Ji Rongyu sighed. His words came from the bottom of his heart, but they were not of the same gender as his grandfather.
Ji Guanghui counted on his fingers and realized that his grandson had been single for 26 years. He was eager to know when he would finally have a great-grandson, so he couldn't help but get anxious: "If there's no one I like right now, then why not just find someone and slowly get to know them and fall in love with them? Is that okay?"
Ji Rongyu sighed again: "A forced melon is not sweet. Are you going to sacrifice my happiness?"
Ji Guanghui knew this would be the answer. He had hit a wall and could only grit his teeth and digest it.
"This is impossible, and that's inappropriate. I don't think you can be happy if you die alone!"
The old man stamped his feet angrily, two or three times in a row, and then, holding on to his last bit of stubborn hope, he said, "You...just give me a clear answer, how long do you want to wait before you bring a partner back?"
Ji Rongyu sat at the table and turned on the computer, his tone calm: "Let it be."
"So when are you getting married?"
"Some other time."
Ji Guanghui was completely speechless. All the love and care he had for his grandson was frozen into ice chips, and he hung up the phone with a snap.
Ji Rongyu rubbed his eyes and opened a pitifully empty document. Before he could fill in a few words, the seven o'clock alarm rang.
…Never mind, let's do this another time. It's already been delayed for so long, so this little bit won't make any difference.
He rested his hands on the keyboard, listening to the alarm on his cell phone play a song from beginning to end, then slowly closed the computer, put it into the computer bag along with the paper and pen, picked up the leftover braised beef from last night, and took a taxi to the shooting site.
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