The marketing account also wants to fall in love

Lu Dongshan did not enter the studio until the end of the live broadcast.

At that time, Xiaomanyao, an internet celebrity chef, was reading the advertisement for the restaurant. She was holding a colorful hand card. She stumbled and read the sentences written on it, because she always mispronounced. , She read a sentence three times, and everyone present smiled kindly, and the barrage was full of netizens saying "hahaha".

The female anchor stood in the center of the screen, but Lu Dongshan's eyes did not focus on her.

In front of the operating table, the fully armed man wearing a chef's uniform, a chef's hat and a big mask, although he only showed a pair of eyes, Lu Dongshan felt that he would not admit his mistake.

No one can fail to recognize the lover he misses day and night.

His eyes, double eyelids, long eyelashes, and tiny lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiles.

He looked at the camera, calmly a little nervous.

He must know who he is looking at, and he must know who is looking at him.

That person is Bai Chuan, Lu Dongshan is too sure.

However, precisely because of such certainty, he was confused and at a loss for a moment.

That person is Bai Chuan, why is that person Bai Chuan?

Isn't this the live broadcast of Xiaomanyao and Xiaobai?

Xiaobai also specially left a message to himself, talking about the live broadcast.

The netizens who posted the barrage are also saying that that person is "Domestic Cabbage Meow", Xiaobai!

It's Xiaobai...

Lu Dongshan suddenly remembered that night, he and Bai Chuan were in the drive-in movie theater that was about to be demolished. Before the lingering kiss, Bai Chuan said to him, "From now on, just call me Xiaobai."

At that time, he didn't understand why Bai Chuan said that. Subconsciously, he thought of the cat he named "Xiao Huang", dragging his injured leg, not daring to approach strangers, vigilant and helpless.

Now, he finally understands——

It turns out that "Xiaobai" is really "Xiaobai"...

At this moment, all the past since the acquaintance flashed through Lu Dongshan's mind like a revolving lantern.

At first, he carried the packing box recommended by Bai Chuan and moved it next to Bai Chuan's house. Later, he fiddled with the steaming dry ice on the still life table, but he didn't know that the god who cooked noodles lived just across the wall.

They have the same cat's ear instant noodle bowl and have received countless packages from the same store.

He humbly asks Bai Chuan for advice on the Internet, like an obedient elementary school boy, but puts on airs in reality, for fear of being underestimated by the other party.

He had eaten beer duck, seafood porridge, and small biscuits packed in gift boxes by Bai Chuan himself. Only now did he know that the emotions and longings that Bai Chuan put in every dish had been shared with himself one by one.

Or maybe, all those warmth and romance were originally caused by me.

Lu Dongshan understands those loves that Bai Chuan is unwilling to say.

Bai Chuan kissed him in the evening breeze of the quiet night, and persuaded him to stay away in the cold dialog box. He expressed his happy application because of his appearance in the rehabilitation center, but he repeatedly persuaded himself not to be troublesome.

Bai Chuan has been controlling, self-reflecting, and suppressing himself.

He has always been a conscientious and intelligent good student, but he racked his brains and couldn't solve this difficult problem called love.

Because love does not follow reason, cannot be calculated, cannot be controlled.

Also because this is the love of an artist, strong and poetic, with cats, food, Rembrandt lights, phoenix rebirth, and dreamlike kisses under shooting stars.

Lu Dongshan knows that Bai Chuan's love for him is just like his love for Bai Chuan, so pure and turbulent, like an unstoppable tide, sweeping away everything and cannot turn back.

It's just that fate is too cruel to Bai Chuan, he is entangled in the gap between fate and love, struggling hard, yearning, but not daring to have more greed.

Lu Dongshan thought, Bai Chuan must have known that Lew on the Internet was him.

The so-called black box lottery draw is just the final confirmation. He is so smart, seeing himself pretending to be crazy in the online world every day, and clumsily disguising between virtual and reality, will he feel that he is hopeless.

Lu Dongshan flipped through the chat records of the two of them one by one. While laughing at himself being stupid, he felt that this was also very good. He always expressed his love and longing frankly. No matter what, Bai Chuan must have felt it. He knew that there was a person who was genuine. He loves him very much, because Lu Dongshan doesn't need to lie again and again in the face of netizens he has never met.

Like a buffoon in a glass box.

But if this can give Bai Chuan more hope and courage in life and love, Lu Dongshan doesn't mind letting Bai Chuan see his silly smile.

The world is so small, as small as a glass box.

But in the glass box there is light, warmth, and the tender gaze of the lover.

Lu Dongshan thought that he would like to thank this little world that cared for him and made him perfect.

Now, Lu Dongshan is holding the small bottle he just received, which contains the sweet orange essential oil that Bai Chuan recommended to him.

Because Bai Chuan said he didn't sleep well, so he asked the netizen "Xiao Bai" for advice on sleep aids, hoping to help Bai Chuan have the sweetest dreams.

Lu Dongshan didn't understand these western-style fashion items, and he was afraid of buying defective products, so he asked Caimiao about the specific brand and specifications before buying.

Now, if he gave this small bottle as a gift to Bai Chuan, he wondered what expression Bai Chuan would make.

Before Bai Chuan decided to participate in the live broadcast, he once said to Lu Dongshan, I hope you can accept the real me, and I hope we will remain friends in the future.

Of course Lu Dongshan accepts everything about Bai Chuan, but Bai Chuan should know that he obviously does not want to be friends with him.

Do you want a friend or do you want a lover.

Or, do you think I'm really so stupid that I can't tell that it's you by using a thick chef's uniform as a disguise?

I want to know what you want, whatever you want, I can give it to you.

……

The next day, the weather was bad and the flight was slightly delayed.After returning home, Lu Dongshan unloaded his luggage and went to knock on the door of Bai Chuan's house. The doorbell ding dong, the door panel ding dong, and his heart was also beating wildly at the same frequency.

Lu Dongshan was a little nervous, he didn't know what identity he should use to face Bai Chuan, but compared to this, he wanted to see him more, and he didn't want to wait for a second.

The door opened slowly.

When Bai Chuan saw him, his voice was inexplicably hoarse: "You're back."

He glanced at Lu Dongshan, then quickly looked away, lowered his head to steer the wheelchair out of the way, and asked, "Have you had dinner? I still have some left. You..."

Lu Dongshan didn't let Bai Chuan finish speaking, he leaned down and hugged Bai Chuan, and then, amidst the short breathing of the other party, crushed Bai Chuan's lips fiercely.

This is the only "punishment" that Lu Dongshan can give Bai Chuan.

Lu Dongshan was still a little annoyed after being tricked by this smart man, his identity was seen through long ago but he was ignorant, and he kept showing off his love affair to him in a funny way.

But it was all sweet annoyance, Lu Dongshan knew that, in fact, he just wanted to find a reason to kiss him.

There are too many words that cannot be turned into sounds and words, but can only be turned into actions, into the rising body temperature of a kiss.

In this relationship, they are all too gentle, a little clumsy and a little hypocritical.They are careful, just afraid of hurting each other's heart in the slightest.

"Here, a gift for you." Lu Dongshan stuffed the small box into Bai Chuan's hand, "Sweet orange, very sweet." He sniffed at the side of Bai Chuan's neck and said with a smile, "It's as sweet as you."

He watched Bai Chuan's ears gradually turn red, and his heart seemed like a hillside full of flowers, and he added another sentence foolishly: "It is said that it is good for sleep..."

Lu Dongshan couldn't continue, Bai Chuan blinked at him, seemed a little confused, Lu Dongshan didn't know how to explain, so he leaned forward and kissed Bai Chuan's lips again.

Kissing is such a beautiful thing, it can make all embarrassment melt away in an instant.

Lu Dongshan was grateful for his quick wit, and decided to carry forward this trick in the future.

Bai Chuan was ashamed, he stretched out his hand, trying to push Lu Dongshan away, but suddenly Lu Dongshan asked him: "Hey, you seem to have some other smell on you."

"Smell...?" Bai Chuan was startled, sniffing at his cuff, "What's the smell?"

Lu Dongshan thought for a while: "Like disinfectant? It was stained in the rehabilitation center."

"Oh, disinfectant..." Bai Chuan remembered something, lowered his eyes, and didn't speak again.

Of course not in the rehabilitation center, but in the restaurant when participating in the live broadcast. Before entering the kitchen, the staff cleaned and disinfected the wheelchair as necessary.

Bai Chuan squeezed the essential oil that Lu Dongshan gave him, feeling that he couldn't understand Lu Dongshan's attitude.

He should already know, otherwise he wouldn't have such a nervous reaction yesterday, so why, at this moment, he never mentioned it, and even poured the essential oil he recommended to himself.

What is Lu Dongshan's choice?

Are they going to be netizens or neighbors?Do they want to be friends, or continue this ambiguous and lingering relationship?

If Bai Chuan's guess is correct, Lu Dongshan seems to mean...he wants it all.

The photographer who came back from work went to eat with ease.

As the night was getting dark, Bai Chuan didn't cook very rich dishes, but just cooked porridge and mixed a few side dishes.

Lu Dongshan gobbled it up at the table, as if he was really hungry.

"Didn't eat on the plane?" Bai Chuan played with the essential oil bottle, looking for something to say.

"I have eaten, but the plane meal is not as delicious as yours." Lu Dongshan raised his head and smiled at him, "I am still young, and I still need to grow up."

Bai Chuan couldn't help but said: "Don't grow any longer. If you grow any longer, your head will touch the roof. The beds at your house are all custom-made. Are you not used to staying in a hotel outside?"

"The hotel beds can't stretch your legs, but you fall asleep when you're tired, and don't care about so much." Lu Dongshan chewed on the seaweed, his voice was indistinct, "I sometimes can't sleep, but it's definitely not Because the bed is uncomfortable, it’s all because of something on my mind.”

mind.

Across the dim night light in the living room, the two looked at each other from a distance.

They all know what's on each other's minds.

"You can keep this bottle of sweet orange essential oil for yourself." Bai Chuan said, "I have it."

Lu Dongshan shook his head, he picked up the bowl, and drank the porridge boldly like a man who had worked hard all day.

It wasn't until the whole bowl was finished that Lu Dongshan said: "You let me get closer to you, so I can share the taste of sweet oranges."

He closed a pair of chopsticks in his hand, and suddenly said: "Bai Chuan, I love you."

"I know I don't have to say it. You have always understood it, but now I think it's better to tell you. I'm afraid you won't feel at ease. "

"You always think too much. I don't think so much. My brain is not as good as yours. There is only a little capacity in it, and it is all about you."

"The porridge is delicious, thank you. I feel very happy. Since I met you, everything has been very happy."