fake show [entertainment circle]

"I can see it." Fang Luobei also said along the way.

Jian Lin's reaction was exceptionally fast. Before Fang Luobei could answer, his eyes returned to the kitchen counter, he hummed, and said, "This bowl is quite white."

Fang Luobei pretended to be surprised: "You are looking at the bowl."

Jian Lin: "Yes." Asked back: "What does Teacher Luo think I'm looking at?"

"I'm also talking about bowls." Fang Luobei looked at him and asked again: "Is it good-looking?"

Jian Lin nodded: "It looks good."

Fang Luobei picked up the big white bowl, took the bowls and chopsticks just now, walked out, and said as he walked, "I like to see you off."

Jian Lin sweated at his on-the-spot reaction: "No, I'll just take a look."

Because of the "accident" caused by this exceptionally good talking, after Jian Lin went to the dinner table, she kept her mouth firmly under control, and only ate and said less.

The first floor of the huge villa was silent.

Only then did Jian Lin realize that Fang Luobei really didn't have much appetite. Apart from taking a few mouthfuls of porridge, he only touched a few chopsticks for side dishes, and even took two mouthfuls of their porridge shop's signature steamed palm. The proud homemade sauce-flavored pork ribs.

Among so many dishes, only the bowl of sweet and sour pickled radish has won the favor of a few more chopsticks.

Fang Luobei didn't seem to mind showing this in front of him, and occasionally drank some porridge and occasionally moved his chopsticks.

Jian Lin noticed his side, looked over and said, "You eat yours."

Jian Lin originally wanted to ask if someone would only eat this, and how many mouthfuls he could eat without being accompanied. The words reached his throat, but thinking that he was too "good at" talking today, he continued to choose to shut up, hummed, and bowed his head to eat.

As for the matter of eating, Jian Lin always responded with sincerity and enthusiasm, especially since he ate casually for dinner and was not full.

So as he ate, Jian Lin only saw the dishes and porridge in front of him, his expression was focused, and his thoughts gradually emptied.

He also eats elegantly, chewing quietly, drinking porridge without sound, the porcelain surface of the bone china bowl is easy to make a crisp sound, and he scoops porridge with a spoon in peace.

He just doesn't like to hold the bowl, he holds the spoon in one hand, and doesn't touch the bowl with the other. He puts his elbows on the edge of the table, hammers his hands under the table, sits in a loose posture, arches his back, and buryes his head in drinking the porridge.

The delicate skin under the collar is exposed, together with the half of the wrist exposed by the sleeve, against the black marble countertop, it is more shiny than the bone china bowl of porridge.

What's strange is that, staring at such a far distance on the set for a few seconds, his keen perception will make him turn his head and accurately lock the line of sight staring at him.

Looking at the position next to the same table at the moment, he didn't feel anything at all, just burying his head and eating quietly, as if nothing could disturb him, and nothing could hinder him from enjoying the food.

Fang Luobei looked at it, gradually gaining an appetite. The chopsticks stretched towards the pork ribs in sauce, but before they caught it, Jian Lin raised his gaze buried in the porridge, and quickly retracted it.

Fang Luobei picked up the ribs and took a bite: "Are you still protecting the food?"

Jian Lin looked up and said seriously: "No, I thought you didn't like to eat it, but you only touched pickled radishes just now."

Fang Luobei: "It depends on your mood."

Jian Lin couldn't understand. For him, he couldn't eat anything when he was in a bad mood, and it wasn't subdivided into different dishes for different moods.

He nodded, said nothing, and continued to eat.

After eating two bites, the phone started to vibrate.

Jian Lin's first reaction was the bald man who harassed him, frowning, fumbling for his phone in his pocket, and looking under the table, it was Jian Lai.

Jian Lai: Alright, the wings are hardened, and the salary is paid, so you dare to spend money recklessly, right?

Jane Lai: If you sneak out, you sneak out. If you buy nail polish for your sister, you buy nail polish. Why do you buy me a mobile phone worth more than 1 yuan?

Jane: Apple? 11? Pro? Max?

Jane Lai: You are crazy! ? ? ? ? ? ?

Jian Linguang could imagine his brother's furious expression just by reading the words, and returned an emoji with a smile.

Jian Lin: [Come and hit me.jpg]

Jane Lai:? ? ? ?

Jian Lin stopped joking and replied seriously.

Jian Lin: Isn't the screen of your phone broken? I'll give you a new one.

Jane Lai: That doesn’t have to be so expensive!

Jane Lai: Can I return it?

Jian Lin: No, I threw away the receipt.

Jane Lai:? ? ?

Jane: Where are you?come back to me!

Jian Lin: It has already flown.

Jane Lai:? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Seeing the last row of question marks, Jian Lin's eyes fell under the table, and he buried his head in a smile. Just as he was smiling, a text message popped up on the top of the phone screen.

"You bastard, you wait for the Lord. Sooner or later, thousands of people will sleep on and ride on thousands of people."

Jian Lin's expression froze, his back teeth clenched, he quit WeChat, clicked on the text message, and deleted the block.

After putting down the phone, he returned his attention to the table, and continued to eat as if he had nothing to do before.

Fang Luobei glanced at the mobile phone placed on the edge of the table, and said nothing. After a while, the screen on the black-bottomed desktop automatically turned on again, and several message boxes popped up in succession.

After the message was played, there was another call.

The ringtone was harsh and short, which disturbed people's appetite. Jian Lin bit his chopsticks, pressed the button on the frame of the phone, and turned it off.

The moment the screen was turned off, there was no sound in the hall, and Fang Luobei put his chopsticks on the table with a crisp sound, as if hitting someone's heart.

Jian Lin was completely full, sat up slowly and put down his chopsticks.

Fang Luobei took his time, took a piece of paper from the tissue box at hand, and handed it to Jian Lin.

Jian Lin took it and said "Thank you".

Fang Luobei seemed to be chatting, and asked, "Is it important?"

Jian Lin wiped his mouth, raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes were still bright, quiet and bright, he was puzzled for a moment, then froze again: "Can you guess all this?"

Fang Luobei didn't mention the bald man whose car door he pinned, and only said, "Is it troublesome?"

Jian Lin: "No trouble." Just an idiot.

Fang Luobei didn't ask any more questions. He got up and went to the kitchen. When he came back, he had a plate of fruit in his hand.

Jian Lin said politely, "I'm full."

Fang Luobei turned around directly, Jian Lin said, "Hey!"

Fang Luobei looked at him with the fruit plate, Jian Lin glanced at the fruit plate, with a smile in his eyes again, and said heartily: "Eat."

Fang Luobei walked to the table and handed him the fruit plate: "You wash the beautiful bowls."

Jian Lin picked up a small orange from the fruit plate, shrugged his shoulders, and said there was no problem.

The hall was quiet again, a kind of peace where everyone lived in peace.

Jian Lin concentrated on eating fruit, while Fang Luobei leaned against the back of the chair and swiped his phone.

Occasionally, Fang Luobei would pay attention to the side, noticing that Jian Lin didn't pick any fruit from the fruit plate, except for strawberries, he didn't touch any.

Occasionally, Jian Lin would glance at Fang Luobei, and catch a glimpse of the conspicuous green dialog box on the screen, as if he was chatting with someone.

After eating, Jian Lin went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Fang Luobei said that he was coming to clean the table, and reminded: "Use the dishwasher."

Jian Lin stood in front of the kitchen counter, opened the dishwasher, and took a look inside. It was very good and hadn't been used.

Fang Luobei's voice came in: "Instruction manual."

Jian Lin raised her voice, "Where is it?"

Fang Luobei: "I don't know, look for it."

Jian Lin looked at the row of hanging cabinets in front of him, and opened the cabinet door.

In the restaurant, Fang Luobei answered the phone, stood up, and walked to the second bedroom next to the restaurant.

Zhao Xudong's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ask, that bald head, what brother Xiang, is the coordinator of a small broken company here in Yuzhou, who is responsible for recruiting actors for group performances. What's the matter?"

Fang Luobei covered the door of the second bedroom, put one hand in his pocket, and stood by the door: "Take care of it."

"?"

Zhao Xudong: "No, how did you deal with it? Did he offend you? What happened?"

There was movement in the hall, Fang Luobei glanced out along the crack of the door, saw Jian Lin coming out of the kitchen, and glanced at the hall, as if wondering why the person collecting the table had suddenly disappeared, so he cleared the table by himself without asking any further questions Put the disposable lunch box on the table into the garbage bag, pick it up and turn back to the kitchen.

Fang Luobei twisted the doorknob, closed the door, and said in an unhurried tone, "I've offended you, please deal with it cleanly."

Zhao Xudong chased after him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Because Fang Luobei was in a good mood, he said a few more words: "Take the cigarette butt and throw the hood of the car."

Zhao Xudong's tone was startled: "That black car of yours? No, this man is sick, what are you going to throw away with a car worth several million?" when……"

Fang Luobei picked up the phone, looked at the call time, and said "deal with it", a total of four words, and it took so long.

Fang Luobei was about to hang up the phone: "You can choose between dealing with him and dealing with yourself."

Zhao Xudong immediately said: "Okay boss, I'll go right away!" After speaking, he took the initiative to hang up the phone.

Fang Luobei put away his phone, opened the door and went out.

Jian Lin found the instruction manual, read it three times, five times and two times, and the dishwasher was done.

Just as he was about to close the door of the open wall cabinet, he paused and looked into the cabinet.

A row of storage boxes with handwritten labels on the walls, exactly the same as the recipes on the refrigerator.

The boxes are not empty, and mung beans, soybeans, red beans, flour and various dry products that can be stored for a long time are stored in categories.

It gives people a feeling that the owner of the kitchen is very good at cooking and cooks frequently.

Jian Lin glanced at it and closed the cabinet door. On the one hand, he felt a little surprised that the dignified three-gold actor-level figure could cook by himself; on the other hand, he remembered that it was not surprising that Fang Luobei was also a group performer, and he climbed up all the way. How can it be possible that people who have suffered so much can't cook until today.

I still do it by myself until now, maybe it is a habit I developed in my early years, and maybe it has continued to this day.

Jian Lin was able to spy inadvertently.

And these were nothing like the versions he had heard before.

For example, Chen Yang thought that his male god was so rich that he must be sitting in a mansion with more than a dozen nannies serving him.

What about the facts?

Jian Lin looked back at the kitchen full of traces of life, and pursed the corners of her lips.

What nanny, he himself is the nanny.

Jian Lin went out, and Fang Luobei, who had just disappeared for a while, had returned, and the dining table was clean, except for his bag of vacuum-packed side dishes.

Jian Lin was about to leave, and said politely before leaving, "Thank you, Teacher Luo, for the supper."

Fang Luobei gave an "um", glanced at him, and went up the stairs next to the restaurant.

Jian Lin looked over: "Then I'm leaving."

Fang Luobei: "It's raining heavily."

Jian Lin: "I have a raincoat in my car."

Fang Luobei stood on the stairs, facing Jian Lin, put his hand on the handrail: "Wait a minute?"

Jian Lin was puzzled: "What are you waiting for?"

Fang Luobei smiled, "The bowl is so beautiful, why don't you take one away after washing?"

"..."

Jian Lin looked back at Fang Luobei, and out of the corner of his eye was the right hand resting on the escalator, with the tip of his ear turning red.

It turned out that his little tricks had been clearly exposed long ago.

But isn't that all over, why mention it again?

Jian Lin looked at the stairs, Fang Luobei looked away, continued to go upstairs, said unhurriedly: "The second bedroom is next to the dining room."

Jian Lin: "I can't live."

Fang Luobei pursed his smile and continued to go upstairs without saying much: "It's up to you." The figure quickly disappeared at the end of the stairs.

Jian Lin picked up the bag on the table, turned and left.Not only the tips of the ears were red, but my heart was also a little hairy.

The meal is finished, and the matter of looking at hands has long passed, so why bring it up again?

Knowing that he was looking at hands, why did you deliberately tease him before leaving?

Just want to see him being shy and deliberately teasing him? !

Jian Lin was completely dumbfounded.

He walked to the porch to change his shoes in one breath, pushed the door in another breath, walked across the yard to the gate, saw the black umbrella leaning against the wall, stared silently, and opened the door.

Going out, it was raining heavily, and Er Pang's electric car stopped not far away in the rain.

Jian Lin stepped into the car, braving the rain, when a voice came from the second floor of the villa above her head: "Umbrella."

Jian Lin ignored it, twisted the accelerator and left. After driving for a while, he realized that Er Fatty's car was not his brother's delivery car. There was no space under the seat, only a car basket, and no raincoat at all.

And the "umbrella" was already left behind by him.

Only then did Jian Lin realize that the black umbrella that he had stared at when he left was actually leaning there for him?

Jane fell silent.

After a while, I suddenly thought of Fang Luobei's phrase "the second bedroom is next to the dining room".

So keeping him here is just to tease him, right?

Director Wang's phrase "He's teasing you" came out of Jian Lin's ears. One sentence was not enough, and there was also the phrase "You can leave if you get scratched" by Fang Luobei himself.

Anger replaced happiness, pouring rain on Jian Lin.

No matter how stable you are, you are only eighteen. At the age of eighteen, once the mood comes, it will be rapid and fierce.

Jian Lin gritted his back teeth, turned the accelerator of the electric car to the end, and just drove to the main road, suddenly braked suddenly, turned around, and drove back to Building 16.

On the small piece of dry ground under the canopy, a figure filled with water vapor soon fell down, and then the bell rang in front of the gate of Building 16 accompanied by a knock on the door.

Fang Luobei, who had changed into home clothes, stood in front of the window on the second floor, glanced out, saw the electric car at the door, turned and went downstairs.

Just arrived at the door, there was no movement, opened the door, no one was under the warm light of the canopy, only two wet black footprints remained on the ground.

Fang Luobei went out and looked up. On the small road not far away, the figure on the electric car was joking with "return". If there is a word, it must be: You tease me, I will tease you too.

Just let you run upstairs and downstairs for nothing.

You can't catch me yet.

Fang Luobei chuckled, stood under the canopy at the door, and picked up his phone.

On the other side, Jian Lin rode on a small e-donkey, "revenge" this, and felt very happy.

Childish is childish, but so what, teasing, isn't that how funny it is.

Facing the rain, Jian Lin drove onto the main road, his anger dissipated, and the rest of his mood was still happy.

Just when I was happy, a strange call came in from the mobile phone that had just been turned on.

Jian Lin held the front of the car with one hand and the phone with the other. When she saw a call from an unfamiliar number, she thought it was a bald man again. After answering the call, she immediately cursed "Fuck you idiot".

As a result, he was stopped by the guard uncle at the gate.

Jian Lin squeezed the brake, stepped on the ground with one foot, wiped the rain from his face, and looked into the guard booth: "What's wrong?"

The uncle greeted him: "Come on, come in."

Jian Lin: "?"

Uncle: "Come on, come on."

Jian Lin thought he had something to say, so he parked his car under the awning next to the guard booth and entered the guard booth.

The uncle handed him some tissues and smiled: "Wipe your face."

Jian Lin wiped his face: "What's wrong?"

The uncle signaled him to sit down, but Jian Lin didn't sit down, the uncle still smiled: "It's nothing, it's raining heavily, I call you to come in and have a seat."

Jian Lin wiped off his face, and stroked the water from his hair casually: "Are you all right? Then I won't sit down, I'm leaving."

Uncle: "Sit down."

Jian Lin: "Stop sitting down."

Uncle: "Sit down."

Jian Lin: "?"

Uncle: "Just a moment, I'll be fine soon."

Jian Lin: "What will be ready soon?"

Uncle: "Immediately, really, right away."

Jian Lin: "?"

The uncle still showed him the chair, stood up again, looked at the main road of the community through the glass window of the guard booth, took a few glances, raised his chin, and said, "Here we are."

what is coming?

Jian Lin then turned his head and looked out of the window.

In the rainy night, Fang Luobei, who had changed into home clothes, walked up the main road from the path with his black umbrella, and was heading towards the gate.

Jian Lin was taken aback, and asked the guard: "He asked you to stop me?"

The uncle doorman walked back to the table and sat down: "Yes, he is the owner." Of course the owner's request must be listened to.

Jian Lin was stunned again: "Do you know him?"

The doorman still said the same thing: "Yes, is he the owner?"

Jian Lin no longer cared about the subject of the owner, and turned to look out the window.

The umbrella was getting closer, and the figure of the person under the umbrella gradually became clear under the blurred rain curtain and the dim street lights of the neighborhood——

It's not the previous attire, but a set of home clothes, pure gray, thin and thin.

It should be that I changed clothes after going upstairs, heard the doorbell ringing, and saw no one after opening the door, and then——

A picture appeared in Jian Lin's mind: Fang Luobei in home clothes stood at the door, stretched out his hand, picked up the umbrella by the wall, and stepped out of the door.

And before calling the doorman...

Jian Lin took out his mobile phone, clicked on the call history, pulled out the latest number he had blocked, dialed it, turned around at the same time, and pushed open the glass door of the guard booth.

Just standing still under the big canopy next to the guard booth, the phone was connected.

Looking at the umbrella in the distance, Jian Lin couldn't help laughing: "Ms. Luo..."

On the phone, Fang Luobei's tone was steady: "You really have a bad temper."

Jian Lin suppressed a smile: "I didn't scold you just now."

Fang Luobei said calmly, "You have scolded the three words 'stupid fuck', and I have listened to them. It counts even if it doesn't count."

A smile unfolded on Jian Lin's face, and he denied it: "No, no."

With that said, Fang Luobei walked through the rain curtain with an umbrella and walked up to him.

Jian Lin put down his phone, Fang Luobei took a look inside the glass door of the guard booth, nodded, and looked back at Jian Lin: "I've scolded you, are you angry?"

Jian Lin pursed his smile, trying not to look happy: "I didn't know it was you."

Fang Luobei: "You know now?"

Jian Lin nodded: "En."

Fang Luobei looked at him: "Is it enough? Not enough, let you scold me for a while."

Jian Lin let out a mouthful.

Pulling black after scolding is more exciting than teasing, it's refreshing.

Fang Luobei continued to ask: "Is it enough?"

Jian Lin nodded.

Fang Luobei hummed softly.

Jian Lin laughed out loud, approached while laughing, and said, "Mr. Luo, you have such a good temper." There was no shame in this.

Fang Luobei: "Really." As he spoke, he raised his hand, rubbed Jian Lin's half-wet head, turned around, and brought him under the umbrella: "What are you running around?"

Jian Lin turned her head, her eyes were shining brightly under the light of the guard booth: "I'm leaving."

Fang Luobei didn't discuss the issue of leaving with him, and said directly: "Sleep in the second bedroom, and go back to the crew directly tomorrow."

Jian Lin: "My car."

Fang Luobei: "Put it here."

Jian Lin turned his head and looked towards the guard booth. The guard uncle was standing by the window with his hands behind his back.

Jian Lin moved her mouth and pointed to the door: car, car.

The uncle smiled and waved at him: I know, let's go.

Under the umbrella, the two walked back to Building 16 side by side.

Jian Lin stopped chatting, and became quiet, looking through the edge of the umbrella, and fell into the night rain.

The bottom of my heart is very light, like the water mist scattered with the wind in the rain.

The car got in, the door was entered, and in just half the night, even people had to stay overnight.Breaking the "precept" was very thorough.

But it was very strange that he was not wary of this place, Building 16, or this man who lived here.

Because of this, he revealed himself a lot.

And those undercurrents that he has already perceived are too gentle, just like the raindrops dripping from the umbrella buckle, he does not feel afraid, but dares to touch them.

Fang Luobei turned his head and saw Jian Lin reaching out to the side of the umbrella, and using the back of his hand to catch the rainwater dripping from the umbrella buckle, catch a few drops, shake it off, and catch it again, as if he was playing with water.

After a while, Jian Lin turned around and said, "Teacher Luo."

Fang Luobei has been watching him.

Jian Lin looked into his eyes with clarity, seriousness and firmness: "Take me."

"Emotional drama, take me with you."

Fang Luobei's eyes turned away, and fell on the hand still stretched under the edge of the umbrella. The light red scratches were clear and eye-catching. Together with this person, in this silent rainy night, they looked like a new leaf waiting to be opened. blade.

It needs people to lead and people need to grind.

Fang Luobei looked away: "Aren't you afraid?"

Jian Lin put down his hands and looked at Fang Luobei while walking: "What are you afraid of?"

Fang Luobei looked behind the umbrella handle: "The possible consequences of the emotional drama."

Jian Lin's gaze was the same as his voice, it was exceptionally clear under the umbrella, his expression was clear, and his tone was relaxed: "The fake show is real? Don't be afraid."

"Didn't Mr. Luo teach before? The plays are all fake."

In the depths of the path, the warm light in front of the 16th building envelops two trees on a rainy night.

The road that travels alone, carries the person that shares an umbrella.

Fang Luobei: "Okay."

Jian Lin bent his lips, and was about to thank him, when he heard Fang Luobei's words behind him: "Whether you do it or not, we'll talk about it later, let's start with physical contact."

After finishing speaking, Fang Luobei switched hands to hold the umbrella. Under the slanted umbrella, his right hand held Jian Lin's left hand.

Jian Lin, whose whole system didn't react: "?"