The days when I was targeted by the soul of actor A

Among the audience, only Qiao Yu looked down at Lin Yan without smiling, and stretched out his hand to give him a pat on the back.

Although Lin Yan seemed to be flirting with Lu Qingge, Qiao Yu felt his displeasure and resistance inexplicably.

Fortunately, everyone was laughing just now, and it was also because Lin Yan was joking with Lu Qingge, so let's forget about laughing.

As soon as the host said to transfer to the banquet hall to have dinner and let the newcomers change their clothes, everyone walked over in twos and threes.

But before they reached the banquet hall, people walking around the two recognized the bouquet in Lin Yan's hands, and walked over in three steps at a time, saying, "Hey, I'm so envious of you, when will I get the certificate? Hurry up and give birth to a baby, what's the point of procrastinating day after day."

The female companion who was sticking to him followed, "Yes, yes, I'm exhausted from working every day, it's boring, it's better to take care of the baby at home."

Lin Yan almost gave her the bouquet instead, "..."

Qiao Yu embraced Lin Yan unobtrusively and distanced herself, "Then how old are the two babies?"

The female companion's face turned blue, and she said with a smile, "Oh, I can't even take a joke."

A person nearby who had been listening for a long time whispered, "Damn, who doesn't know that Ms. Xu is single, and Mr. Lin's baby is two years old. Don't do to others what you don't want?"

The Alpha who let her hold her hand just now dimmed her smile and left first.

The female companion gave them a reproachful look before chasing after them.

The banquet hall is gorgeously decorated, with flickering candles, and the stories of the masters of past generations are embroidered on the tapestries.

As soon as the two were seated, the waiters shuttled between the tables and skillfully set out the dinner.

When it came to their table, the waiter was holding the tray, looking at Qiao Yu's appearance hesitating to speak, but in the end Lin Yan couldn't stand it and gave him the bouquet.

"Ah." The waiter was surprised for a moment, then glanced at Lin Yan's hand, and asked politely, "Does Mr. Lin need hand sanitizer?"

"Wash it, Yanyan, it's all that guy's saliva." Qiao Yu twisted the hot towel next to him for him.

"It's okay, I'll go to the bathroom by myself." Lin Yan waved his hands, his hands were sticky, he also wanted to go to the bathroom, so he got up and followed the waiter.

After he entered the bathroom, washed his hands, and looked up to see another person reflected in the mirror, he realized that he had fallen into Qiao Yu's trap again——

"What a coincidence." Li Zhao saw him turn his head, his expression was indifferent, and there was no surprise at all, "It just so happens that I have a cooperation to talk to you about."

Lin Yan supported his forehead, "You just need to speak well."

Li Zhao instantly returned to his usual brevity, and when he talked about a new cooperation project, his indifferent voice was cadenced, as if he was giving a speech in the conference room at this moment, rather than facing Lin Yan in the bathroom.

only--

Lin Yan looked at him in a daze.

He was not familiar with Li Zhao, but he had heard of his famous deeds in the industry.Is the legendary Producer Li speaking so slurred, or does he have a problem with his comprehension?

...He hadn't heard what Li Zhao was talking about about cooperation for a long time.

Li Zhao also obviously sensed that the little lamb found out that he was fooling around, so he simply broke the jar and said, "Are you interested in acting in a biographical movie? It is related to these recent cases."

After he finished speaking, he roared in his heart, "?"

What is he doing, isn't he against this proposal?

Lin Yan paused, and said, "Well, it can be considered, but I have to talk to Brother K about it."

Li Zhao nodded, sighing in his heart, of course he knew.

It's all Qiao Yu's fault.

Lin Yan didn't know what they were up to, but seeing Li Zhao's expression, it wasn't hard to guess what someone said, so he changed the subject, "Do you know what happened to Qiao Sen and Qiao Yu?"

As soon as he said that, Li Zhao's expression became serious instantly, and he said, "Did you see that?"

Lin Yan nodded, "That's right."

Li Zhao stretched out his hand to dry gracefully, and the profile of his face under the lamp was carved like a knife, "The relationship between him and his family is not as good as you think. This so-called small circle is very utilitarian, and it is even more so in Qiao's house." What do you think of a family whose blood relationship can be quantified?"

When Lin Yan met Qiao Yu again at the beginning, he might have had the illusion of Li Zhao's first half of the sentence.

But later he recovered his memory, and coupled with the small details that Qiao Yu himself didn't notice, he also understood that Qiao's house was not as bright and perfect as outsiders saw.

After all, the word "perfect" has long been forced into a sick and narrow vocabulary.

But what happened to the real Qiao Yu?

Lin Yan thought of the young man who was sleeping peacefully in the sunset last night. He didn't speak, but suddenly a voice came from the door behind him, "Jiang... Lin Yan, why are you here?"

When the two people in the bathroom turned their heads, Cen Yu walked over with a pure smile.

Lin Yan said, "It's nothing. After washing my hands, I met Mr. Li and chatted."

He noticed his gauze-wrapped right hand sharply, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"It's just a general burn." Cen Yu and Li Zhao nodded before pulling Cen Yu away.

Li Zhaogang covered his mouth with his outstretched hand, and pretended to cough, "..."

It can't be his fault.

Outside the door, Cen Yu and Lin Yan walked back side by side. Compared to Lin Yan's concern for his hand injury, Cen Yu was obviously optimistic, "I just saw that Qiao Yu came with you, so I knew he would Find yours."

"?" Lin Yan paused, "Do you know him?"

Cen Yu was his personal cello teacher when he was young.

Aside from this level, Cen Yu himself can be regarded as a child of an aristocratic family, is it because of the friendship between the two families?

Before he could figure it out, Cen Yu gave an answer that he couldn't possibly come up with, "He, he can also be your junior brother, right? He's so loving."

Lin Yan didn't have time to complain about his obsession with his brother-in-law, his eyes were full of surprise, "!"

"Didn't something happen to your family? Not long after that, he came to me to learn the piano, and I was shocked..."

The two walked along the corridor, Cen Yu was careless, and sold Qiao Yu before reaching the banquet hall.

"I knew that fate would not be willing to tear you apart." Cen Yu pulled him along and talked all the way, and when he saw the closed door of the banquet hall, he suddenly remembered, "That's right!"

Seeing him pulling the door but not opening it, Lin Yan wondered, "What?"

"Today he is playing the violin for me, you can't miss it." Cen Yu turned around and said to him with a smile, then pushed the door open with one hand, and the melody that was blocked by the door just now flowed out——

Noble and timeless melody with indescribable sadness.

Lin Yan's footsteps stopped by the door, all eyes were on the person on the stage.

Under the spotlight, Qiao Yu sat at the front of the chair, holding the piano in his left hand and drawing the bow in his right hand, looking noble and perfect.

Many people were fascinated by it, and no one paid attention to the slightly jerky sound of the piano.

Only Lin Yan was listening attentively——

It was Saraband.

He unconsciously took a step back, accidentally touched a person, causing the other person to curse, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry."

The person next to him gave him a hand, "Are you okay?"

As soon as Lin Yan looked up and saw Wen Yun, he waved his hands and said, "It's okay."

On the stage.

Qiao Yu noticed the commotion at the door, and looked up to see Lin Yan who was at a loss and didn't know it.

The expressions of the guests who had been paying attention to him just now came back to their senses. Seeing that the expression of the seemingly calm and restrained man changed, he hurriedly finished the last paragraph, then nodded to them, got off the stage, and stood in the dim candlelight. Through the crowd, searching for the person by the door.

"Yan Yan." Qiao Yu almost bumped into several people just now, but luckily he was controlling himself instinctively, so no accident happened.

"Yeah." Lin Yan watched him coming, and replied subconsciously, her tone seemed to be nothing.

It's just that Qiao Yu has been paying attention to him, and I'm afraid he didn't even notice it. His lower lip and hands were trembling slightly, and even his voice was trembling.

Qiao Yu subconsciously turned sideways to block their movement of carrying the cello on the stage, and looked down at him, "Go home?"

Lin Yan didn't even have the energy to think about leaving early, so he subconsciously let out a "huh".

On the way back, Lin Yan and Qiao Yu were sitting in the back seat. Qiao Yu received a series of N messages as soon as she got into the car.

[Private chat: Lin Shu]

[Lin Shu: Don't pull! ]

[Lin Shu: No, it’s 25 today, the wedding is about to end? ]

[Lin Shu: It's over, it's over, I secretly reported that I was put into confinement, and Brother Lu brought me out. ]

[Lin Shu: Are you all right, young master? ]

Qiao Yu, "..."

He's finished pulling it home.

When he read the last sentence, he subconsciously looked at Lin Yan in his arms.

Lin Yan felt that he lowered his head and raised his head. Mao'er's eyes were clear and he couldn't see anything unusual. He asked him, "You learned the piano from Mr. Cen?"

Qiao Yu said, "Yes."

He remembered Cen Yu's essential sadness when he talked about the cello, and the feeling at the moment when he played the complete "Saraband" for the first time.

He felt Lin Yan's mood when he was alone in the dark.

It was as if he had traveled through time and touched the young man who was persistently playing in the dark.

He raised his head, he used to smile, and when he smiled, he would show a pair of canine teeth.

Qiao Yu raised her hand, hesitated for a moment, and then touched the top of his hair, "Yanyan, I didn't do it on purpose."

Lin Yan trembled subconsciously, as if trying to restrain his urge to dodge, his cat eyes were full of unconscious timidity.

Even so, Lin Yan still looked at him and said, "I know, I didn't blame you."

Qiao Yu didn't relax when she heard this, but leaned down and hugged him, and let him lean against her chest, not forcing him to look at her, and the hand on top of his hair went smoothly , said softly, "Then don't blame yourself."

After a long time, there was a voice in my arms, "...um."

Mu Mu in the front seat, "..."

He wants to play a certain song by Adu for himself.

...

Lin Yan fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed without any accident, but in the middle of the night, he woke up from a nightmare.

Qiao Yu fell asleep clinging to his waist, the night lights in the room were warm and dim, and the clock on the wall was ticking.

He didn't move, just glanced at the lighted-up cell phone by the bed, took it off, and there was a message from N two hours ago on it.

[Ear: Yan Yan, recently I have a script, and I want to find you in a play, which one do you like? ]

[Ear: By the way, the drama is the charity drama you rejected last year.Or Director Annie. ]