I won't give you a dime [entertainment circle]

Lin Cong opened the door, and Ding Ling was putting the packed dinner into the hotel's small refrigerator.

He opened his mouth first: "Is there nothing you want to say to me, senior?"

"I... really have something to say." Ding Ling looked at him with a perplexed expression.

"I listen."

As a result, the two stared and stared at each other for a long time while sitting on the edge of the bed, but Ding Ling still hesitated and said nothing.

No matter how good his temper was, he couldn't stand the repeated venomous tongue. Lin Cong knew that he probably couldn't say anything good, so he simply turned on the desk lamp and took out the script, and recited the lines for tomorrow.

Ding Ling hurriedly got out of bed to boil water: "Do you want to read the script? Shall I make you some tea?"

Lin Cong felt that he was inexplicably so attentive, so he smiled and said, "No need."

Even if he gets angry, he can't last long, but even if Ding Ling boils the water, doesn't he still have to make the tea he brought?

Lin Cong’s parents bought a handful of tea worth nearly three figures. It’s okay to give it to others as a gift, but it’s a waste of money to give Ding Ling a sip—he can’t talk well after drinking the best tea anyway.

Ding Ling, however, felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, complaining in his heart, he went to Lin Cong and couldn't stand or sit, so he took out tea from his luggage, brewed a pot and poured it for Lin Cong.

"...Thank you." Lin Cong could barely hold back his laughter when he saw him hurrying back and forth cautiously, which was a bit funny.

With his back turned to Ding Ling, Ding Ling couldn't see the uncontrollable smile on his face, and he was still very careful in speaking: "When will you and Luo Yuan go to shoot the cliff scene?"

"At the end of the month, I will fly to the actual scene, and if it goes well, it will take three days."

"Safe travels."

"Ah."

As soon as Lin Cong was silent, Ding Ling couldn't bear his own guilt, and desperately tried to find something to say: "Don't you drink tea?"

"drink."

It doesn't matter if you don't drink it, Lin Cong picked up the teacup and took a sip, but felt that the cup of tea was bitter and unbearably bitter, and it was completely incomparable with the tea at home, so he frowned immediately.

"Is it so bad?" Ding Ling poured himself a cup and tasted it, "I've been drinking this kind of tea since I was a child, and it costs tens of thousands of pounds. What kind of noble tongue do you have? It's too hard to serve...cough cough!!!"

Ding Ling desperately tried to save her: "I mean, you may not be suitable for drinking tea."

Lin Cong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and looked up at him silently.

He had heard for a long time that many people have been drinking high-grade tea since they were young, and they would not get used to it if they drank ordinary tea on the market.But at that time, he thought that this discomfort was too far away from him, so he didn't think about it at all.

Ding Ling's tongue was almost tied up: "I mean... I mean I didn't soak it well, hey, I really didn't mean it."

Lin Cong finally couldn't help laughing: "Senior, what were you thinking when you said those words today?"

Ding Ling looked at him and smiled, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I was scrolling through the content under the topic of your name last night. As I was scrolling, I saw that someone made a summary of the hot searches you had posted before. I found that you used to go out to eat and didn't like to spend money on treats, and you especially liked to pack. It just happened to happen Mr. Fei treats guests, so I just want to say something, let everyone give you more dishes to take home for supper."

Lin Cong listened quietly, the last bit of anger turned into light smoke in amused and helpless.

"Thank you, I don't mind."

Ding Ling was stunned: "Is it that simple?"

Lin Cong nodded, and his eyes returned to the script.

Unexpectedly, Ding Ling refused to let it go: "You don't have anything else to say? Don't you want to say something ugly?"

Lin Cong: "..."

Ding Ling was the first among hundreds of colleagues in the showbiz who came together to scold him.

"Now I know that senior didn't mean to mock me, so I don't mind, but that doesn't mean your words don't hurt people."

"Maybe it's not my turn to say this, but no one can immediately think of the considerations behind your hurtful words. Maybe you are very kind, but when you talk hurtful, I can only think that you hate me .”

Ding Ling nodded and sighed softly: "I used to know that my speech was ugly, but no one ever reminded me."

Lin Cong understood—Ding Ling is the second generation of stars, his parents both became producers after winning awards, and he still has status in the industry. Who among the stars of the same age would dare to speak against him?

"When you said that today, I felt that I really should change... I really hate others exposing my shortcomings. I don't know why, but your words are easy to accept."

He was very grateful to Lin Cong in his heart, but he didn't know how to express it.

Lin Cong also felt a little moved, and was about to say something when Ding Ling said, "I might know why."

He asked curiously, "Why?"

"You are very considerate in your words. In other words, you are particularly pampering and pampering others, so even if you educate others, you can make them happy." The more Ding Ling analyzed, the more obsessed he became, and his words became unrestrained. "This may mean that you are subconsciously pleasing others. How tiring it is to live like this. Don't you feel tired?"

Lin Cong: "..."

He turned around to read the script, never wanting to talk to Ding Ling again.

After three seconds of silence, Ding Ling said with a sad face, "Lin Cong, I was wrong, I mean you speak nicely and are very polite."

……

There is a scene in "Looking for the Moon" in which the male lead and the third male climb a cliff, and Lin Cong and Luo Yuan are going to fly to another province to shoot the real scene.

TV dramas are filmed in random order. Director He chose to put the most critical and emotional scene at the end. After filming this scene, the two of them should be done.

The day before Lin Cong left by plane, he planned to treat Fei Lang to a meal to thank him for his concern.

Before WeChat sent out the invitation, he did a long psychological construction.

Although he would give away the tea leaves that he piled up at home and couldn't finish them, but treats were different from gift giving, and he would never take the initiative to stand up for anything that required him to pay extra.

His parents taught him to be low-key and independent since he was a child, and to keep a gentleman's friendship as light as water when getting along with others, neither too close nor too distant.

Therefore, he never owes favors, and never asks for mercy.He kept a proper and comfortable distance from others, and he didn't need to treat guests. Instead, with his help, more and more people invited him to dinner to repay.He also deeply believes that his parents' career has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't need to show off to outsiders.

Of course, avoiding inviting others to dinner is mainly because of stinginess.

It was the only time in his life that he invited someone to dinner, and it was someone like Fei Lang who had been pampered since he was a child, and he didn't know what restaurant to choose.

He asked Huo Hui, his rich second-generation friend who lost his life in racing cars, on WeChat: [If you invite friends to dinner, what kind of restaurant do you usually go to? 】

Huo Hui replied: [Ma La Tang, hot pot, barbecue, food stalls. 】

Lin Cong: [... Is there any more expensive ones? 】

Huo Hui: [Who do you want to invite? ? ?If you invite me to dinner, it's always cheap! ! ! 】

Lin Cong: [You remember wrongly, I have never invited you to dinner. 】

Huo Hui: […]

He couldn't find any valuable advice from Huo Hui, so he searched for several nearby restaurants, wrote and deleted, and became more and more hesitant.

Has Fei Lang seen anything delicious?If he could treat Fei Lang to eat, the other party might not be interested in it.

He remembered that when they met for the first time, Fei Lang followed him to eat a bowl of noodle soup that cost 20 yuan a bowl.Then Fei Lang passed by his house and ate with him the snacks at the night market on the crowded street.

In the film crew, Fei Lang didn't know where to find all kinds of delicacies, and delivered them over every day without repeating the same, and made it clear that he ordered them for Lin Cong.

If he invites another meal with less than three figures, he will be really sorry.

Finally he found a restaurant called Linlangxuan and saved the address.The price of this hotel is relatively high, but it is acceptable to him. It is just outside the film and television city, and it is not far to drive.

Lin Cong: [OK. 】

After clicking send, he seemed to have a little bird chirping in his heart, but he didn't know what he was happy about.

By the morning of the appointment, Lin Cong's good mood has not faded. From Director He to the screenwriter He Director, to Ding Ling and the supporting staff, it can be seen that he is in excellent condition. It's a miracle.

I just finished filming the last clip of the day, went to the rest area to get my things, and was about to leave the set to find Fei Lang.

From a distance, he saw a familiar figure in the corner of the rest area. The man was wearing light blue casual clothes and white sneakers, looking intently in his direction.

After work was over, there were quite a lot of people coming and going in the rest area, and Fei Lang stood out among them, not because of his attire, but because no one around him approached.

In the bustling studio, Fei Lang was alone, with a cold face, dressed in a relaxed style, but with a tense aura.

Ding Ling patted him on the shoulder from behind: "Would you like to eat takeaway with us today?"

Lin Cong: "No, I want to treat Mr. Fei to a meal."

Fei Lang walked over, and stabbed Ding Ling with another familiar knife.Ding Ling knew that what he said that day was neither light nor serious, so he shrugged in embarrassment and turned away.

Lin Cong took the good things and asked, "Let's go?"

When Fei Lang walked to his side, Lin Cong found that the other person was a little taller than him, and he could meet his gaze by raising his eyes a little. Walking side by side, he felt just the right sense of security.

I saw the sunlight reflected in Fei Lang's big deep and bright eyes, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.Lin Cong liked to see him in casual clothes, not as far away as when he was wearing a suit.

As soon as the car stopped at the foot of the "Linlangxuan" restaurant, Fei Lang's eyes moved slightly: "Change to another one."

Lin Cong was puzzled: "Why?"

Fei Lang: "Expensive."

Lin Cong glanced at the exquisite exterior wall and the service staff waiting at the door in formal attire, wondering how someone like Fei Lang would think it expensive: "Is it okay? Treating you to dinner can't be too simple."

Fei Lang shook his head: "It's too expensive to eat."

Fei Lang seemed a little worried, which made Lin Cong completely confused: "It's okay to be expensive, I'm afraid you might think this one is too cheap."

"Cheaper is better."

Fei Lang's eyes looked more and more like a kind of mysterious worry. Thinking of what happened recently, Lin Cong suddenly understood that Fei Lang, like a misguided fan passer-by, had a deep understanding of his financial situation. misunderstanding.

"Mr. Fei, I'm not poor, really." Lin Cong waved his hands helplessly after getting out of the car, "You can eat at ease, you can eat until you are full."

Hearing this, Fei Lang immediately lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I'll pay the bill."

Lin Cong: "..."

what happened?Why did Fei Lang not believe it when he said twice that he was not poor? ? ?

What's more, even though he was the one who invited Fei Lang to dinner today, it was not only to repay, but also to repay the delivery these days.But when Fei Lang said he would pay the bill, he subconsciously wanted to agree.

Reason and conscience overcame the stingy instinct, Lin Cong shook his head resolutely: "No, it's just this one, I'll pay for it."