run to him

"So this is the secret weapon?"

Lin Chan looked at Jing Ye standing in front of the hot pot restaurant, with his back to the road, and took out a black mask from the pocket of his down jacket to put it on. He couldn't help but sneered, "It's like a shame."

Jing Ye wore a mask, and when the hat pressed against his bangs, his eyes were almost blocked, so he had to lift his chin to look at people.

He said boldly: "Indeed, if you leave the camera in our line of work, anyone who is more popular will be shameful—in fact, I think this dress is self-deception."

"Then you still wear a mask?"

"Afraid of being recognized, one thing more is worse than one thing less."

"It's like that even though it's not very popular." Lin Chan smiled and reached out to stop a taxi, "Let's go."

The two sat side by side in the back seat, said the address, and the taxi driver turned up the volume of the radio, listening to the chicken soup for the soul at night with relish.Jing Ye turned his face uncomfortably, the lights in Yuzhong were bright at night, and the speed of the taxi made the light and shadow outside blurred.

Lin Chan may have said it on purpose, or she may have said it unintentionally, but it did hit Jing Ye a little bit.

He also didn't want to wrap himself up tightly and wear a mask when he went out, as if he was shameless.

But Jing Ye had to, and Lin Chan might not be able to understand the difficulties.

In the past few days after returning home, Jing Ye's range of activities has not left the sandy area. He is basically an otaku, and when he goes out occasionally, the old neighbors around rarely take photos with him or ask for autographs.But today, I don’t know what happened. As soon as I arrived at the hot pot restaurant, someone applied for the role of Jing Ye in the online drama. After admitting that the two little girls wanted to take pictures and chat...

That's why Yu Zhou asked the boss to change to a private room so as not to be disturbed.

It's not that Jing Ye has never encountered these things in Beijing. When fans posted a photo with him, his manager even liked it.Just doing this in front of his friends, Jing Ye inexplicably felt that he was causing trouble to others.

He didn't even realize that in his heart, he might not agree with such "traffic realization".

Signing autographs, group photos, being posted on social platforms to show off that I met a certain star, lamenting a few words that plain makeup is not as good as being photogenic or that plain makeup is also good-looking, and then I was drowned in more information bombardment...

He has gained some fame, but he can still walk around casually.

Those who are more popular and more ambitious than him may not be enough to go out fully armed, and they have to be guarded to open the way, avoiding fans and reporters in a mighty way.

According to the way Zhao Lu arranged for him, Jing Ye would become like that in about half a year.

Originally, it was impossible to say whether he likes it or not, but Jing Ye's attitude is rather drifting, trying to find a balance point.But tonight, when Lin Chan said that so casually, he started to feel uncomfortable.

Would this life be what he hoped for?

After living this kind of life, can he still have a hot pot with his friends?

"Here we are." The taxi driver turned on the dome light.

Seeing that Jing Ye didn't move, Lin Chan took out her mobile phone to pay the fare, and tugged Jing Ye's sleeve: "Wake up, we're at the place - can you fall asleep after such a short journey?"

Jing Ye retorted, "I'm not asleep," and when he looked over, the overhead light flickered, and Lin Chan's eyes seemed to be bright.

The parking spot was just next to the bus stop, and they walked through the long queue, the shadows of their feet huddled under the bright street lights.Jing Ye gathered his coat and took two steps, but he didn't keep up with his side breathing, and he turned around strangely.

"Why don't you go?"

Lin Chan asked, "Are you feeling well?"

Jing Ye was secretly surprised, and thought, Lin Chan has always been observant.He refused to tell the whole story of what happened in his heart just now, and simply shook his head and denied it: "Maybe it's because I haven't taken a taxi for too long... I'm a bit motion sick due to the wild driving."

"Is it too cold?" Lin Chan cared about him.

Jing Ye was almost numb from the wind blowing in the river, and now he was stuffed with warmth, and laughed: "Not really, I'm more afraid of the cold, you don't know that."

"Actually, you don't have to come to this store. If you want to go to Wal-Mart, there are also stores in the sandy area."

Jing Ye couldn't remember how he made his decision at the time. In the hot pot restaurant, the temperature and the smell infect his thoughts together. At that time, he was only concerned with finding something to do, and the card that Ye Xiaohui gave subconsciously appeared in his mind.

At this moment, Jing Ye secretly said angrily: It's all Yu Zhou's fault for finding a place so far away to eat hot pot.

I couldn’t remember it in the car, and it’s unrealistic to change it now, Jing Ye yanked the zipper of the down jacket to the top, dispelled all the bad emotions, grabbed Lin Chan and pulled it forward: “Let’s go, let’s go to the door Now, what do you want to eat, brother treats you today."

"It's going to be so far away in a while."

"So why don't you buy less." Jing Ye said without thinking.

After a moment's pause, it seemed that the air condensed.Realizing that this sentence contradicts the previous statement, Jing Ye scratched his head and reflexively made up for it: "Ah, it's not..."

"Okay." Lin Chan laughed, "I'll buy less."

It's been a long time since I saw Lin Chan's smile, and after being tainted with other imaginations, the original youthful joy has other traces. Jing Ye read a little nostalgia, doting, and soft comfort from it.

Lin Chan stood at the junction of the street lamp and the shadow of the tree, but his eyes were so bright.

like stars.

The city is foggy and there are few starry sky, perhaps so Jing Ye couldn't take his eyes off all of a sudden.

Because of the weekend, there were more people in the supermarket than usual, and after eight o'clock in the evening, vegetables and meat were on sale. Jing Ye took Lin Chan's arm and squeezed through the crowd of elders and aunts with difficulty, and walked to the snack area.

They only carried a shopping box, and the deterrent effect of the phrase "I have to take it so far home" is still there, and no one has the intention of sweeping it.

There are still more than half a month before Christmas and New Year, and the supermarket has started to play Jingle Bells ahead of schedule. The singing and the red, white and green decorations together create a strong festive atmosphere.Jing Ye picked out two boxes of chocolates for his mother and put them in the shopping box. Lin Chan carried them obediently and stood where they were, still looking at him like a puppy.

After the conversation at the door, the embarrassment between them was about to dissipate. Jing Ye didn't know whether this sign was good or bad, but looking into Lin Chan's eyes, he still felt a little drumming inside.

Without saying a word, the other party's eyes were too scorching, Jing Ye pretended to carefully choose from the shelves, and asked casually: "By the way, you just said that Yu Zhou had something to do to announce the disbandment. What's the matter, did he say it?"

"No, someone probably sent him a WeChat message." Lin Chan pointed to the shelf in front of Jing Ye, "Brother, I want to eat that cucumber-flavored potato chips."

Jing Ye took it, but his curiosity was not satisfied, so he asked gossipingly, "Is it his girlfriend?"

Lin Chan: "Yu Zhou didn't talk about a girlfriend."

"Would we not tell you guys after we talk about it?" Jing Ye said in a low voice through the mask, "I think it's a bit like it."

"It's definitely not a girlfriend." Lin Chan said firmly.

Jing Ye confronted him: "Why are you so clear?"

"I just know it." Sensing that Jing Ye wanted to continue asking, Lin Chan suddenly turned back, "What about you?"

Jing Ye was stunned: "What am I?"

"Girlfriend." Lin Chan looked straight at him again, her eyes unblinking like a small animal, afraid that he would not understand or pretend to be stupid, so she asked sharply and directly, "You have been away for several years, and you are in Beijing. , Are you talking about a girlfriend?"

If anyone else asked the same question, including reporters, fans, and managers, he would happily give the most sincere answer.It was never difficult for Jing Ye to say it, but for Lin Chan, he got into a dead end - to be honest?Would Lin Chan think too much?lie?It doesn't seem to be the case.

The word "no" stung Jing Ye's tongue, he didn't speak for a while, and couldn't see his expression.

But Lin Chan understood his silence, and smiled softly, her expression calmed down and softened in an instant.He recovered the thorns all over his body within a short time, and raised his guard against Jing Ye again.

Lin Chan turned and walked towards the intersection of the shelves, Jing Ye paused, but still chased after her.

He was squeezed twice, and when he saw Lin Chan, he was half-hunched over to pick out snacks. The shopping box was stuck between his arms and calves, which was an awkward posture, so he simply snatched it away.

The angle was strange, Jing Ye stood there for a while, no one cared about them, let alone noticed the undercurrent between them.

Lin Chan's hair has grown a lot longer than Xiaomaocun's when we parted last time, and it's back to his most familiar hairstyle: half-length but not short, with the neck poked at the back, and bangs quickly covering the eyes.The length obviously violated the school rules, maybe he was in the third year of high school, and he was not often in school, so he kept it arbitrarily.

I don't know if Lin Chan really becomes a painter in the future, will she stay long...

Thinking of this, Jing Ye felt his hands itch, and unconsciously pinched the broken hair on the back of Lin Chan's neck.His icy fingers brushed against his slightly cold skin, Lin Chan just stood up and almost shivered a few times.

"What are you doing?" The tone was not very friendly, and the eyebrows and eyes were deep.

Jing Ye smiled—in the face of Lin Chan's impatience, he had almost cultivated his invincible face—and pinched the back of Lin Chan's neck, and said with emotion: "You will soon be taller than me. "

"I may already be taller than you." Lin Chan stood up straight, looked at the shoulder line of herself and Jing Ye, then lowered her head, and touched the heel of Jing Ye's shoe with her toes, "You... need to be three centimeters?"

"Hello!" Jing Ye wanted to rub his head hard, and his voice sounded like a smile.

But meeting those eyes, the corners of Lin Chan's eyes drooped lightly, and the gentle arc did not reduce the beast-like predatory feeling at all.

Jing Ye stopped suddenly.

The sound of breathing slowed down, and Lin Chan moved forward to get closer to Jing Ye, raised her hand, drew a line along the top of Jing Ye's head, and then barely stopped on her forehead: "You male stars in the entertainment industry really lie about their heights, Brother, are you really 1.8 meters tall?"

This action was fleeting, and before Jing Ye could react, Lin Chan had already retreated to a safe area, with a pure expression and an innocent tone, as if they were really just comparing height just now.

However, Jing Ye inexplicably blushed half of his ears in the heat of the air conditioner, and forgot to refute that sentence.

The two didn't buy anything in the end, they swiped their cards at the checkout, and the total was only about a hundred yuan.Jing Ye put the snacks and a box of cherries he bought into the shopping bag: "Okay, let's go... What are you looking at?"

Lin Chan looked somewhere, and Jing Ye followed his gaze, but there were no familiar faces.

I wanted to say "no", but Lin Chan's eyes flickered after recalling something, pointing to a man in line not far away: "I'm looking at that handsome guy."

"what?"

The lights in the supermarket are dead, and the heating is sufficient in winter. After staying for a long time, the face is more or less a little red, and most of the people are bloated, but Jing Ye knows who Lin Chan is talking about at a glance—short jacket, long ponytail, tall and long legs, There is also a handsome face with three-dimensional features and indifferent temperament, standing there like a hanger model in a shopping mall window.

Jing Ye has been used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women in the past two years, and he has to admit that the men Lin Chan sees are pleasing to the eye. Just as he was about to nod to admit his aesthetics, there was a "buzz" in his head.

"What handsome or not." He said perfunctorily, "You too, are you okay staring at the big man?"

"I just like it." Lin Chan rolled her eyes.

Jing Ye was at a loss, picked up the shopping bag, turned around and left.

They left the Wal-Mart one after the other, neither of them spoke, but they walked towards the taxi stand together tacitly.

The west wind made Jing Ye's eyes sore, he was wearing a mask, and at night, Lin Chan couldn't see his expression, so naturally he didn't know that he was a little out of control and uncomfortable at this time.

The indescribable taste, as if the sour smell surged from the soles of his feet, traveled all over his body, but it was light but could not be released, so he had to continue circling along the limbs and bones.Jing Ye's whole body was erected, floating in the clouds, he couldn't get up or down, and he didn't feel real when he stepped on the ground.

Why did Lin Chan's words make him at a loss, unable to react at all?

There was no problem with his comprehension ability, and he knew what the implication was - Lin Chan stared at any handsome passerby, it was out of liking, just like normal men like to stare at beautiful women.

Then, it means that Lin Chan is... right?

But what is he still looking forward to?