I just want to hold a hand [entertainment circle]

Lin Hang didn't brush his hair back today, so he looked a little different from usual.

His loose hair covered his forehead, his eyes were dark blue, and he looked at Tang Ci very intently, with a little nervousness that could be detected, and his whole person's aura was innocent and soft.

It's a bit like a kid standing at the door of someone else's house with an apple pie, wondering if the new friend will let him in for the sake of the apple pie, so there is vivid anxiety in his eyes.

Tang Ci raised his eyelashes, looked at him for a while, and then spread his hands: "Xin."

"Ah." Lin Hang put the envelope into Tang Ci's palm blankly.

Tang Ci opened the envelope without any discomfort in front of Lin Hang. With his eyes downcast, he took out the rice paper from the envelope, and then shook the rice paper with a flick of his wrist.

"The handwriting is well practiced." Tang Ci looked at the handwriting on it, not knowing whether he was in a good mood or not, and asked casually, "How long have you been writing?"

Lin Hang glanced at Tang Ci's casually drooping eyelashes, then lowered his head, and said honestly: "More than two hours."

Tang Ci still lowered his eyes, refolded the paper and stuffed it into the envelope without any reaction. The paper rubbed against the leather envelope, making a slight but textured "rustling" sound.

Lin Hang moved a little uneasy.

"I'm sorry," he bowed his head, admitting his mistake sincerely, "I shouldn't have lied to you."

He is tall, even standing with his head bowed, he still has a sense of presence, almost covering all the light outside the door. When he lowers his head, his chin and the bridge of his nose form a sharp line, he looks handsome and sharp, and he is innocent and a little nervous His voice doesn't match his expression.

Tang Ci just stood at the door and looked at him for a while, and finally felt that it was shameful for two people to stand at the door so early in the morning, so he moved aside: "Come in."

So after nearly two weeks, Lin Hang finally entered Tang Ci's house again.

Tang Ci went straight to the living room, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Lin Hang paused and shook his head.

"That's just right..." Tang Ci looked at him with sideways eyes, the curved eyes were very beautiful, and he said to him with a perplexing smile, "Then water the flowers on the balcony by the way."

So at seven o'clock in the morning, in a certain apartment on a certain floor of the forest community.

The pale golden sunlight appeared in the sky, illuminating all the flowers and plants in the balcony that stretched their branches and leaves or opened their buds comfortably and lazily, and also outlined the broad and smooth shoulders of the young people with a faint golden edge.

Lin Hang filled the water three times, and took the water bottle to carefully water the flowers and plants on the balcony. He was very careful, and when he came out of the balcony, he also mopped the floor of the living room. He worked very hard.

In the small dining room just one room away from the living room, Tang Ci was eating breakfast with peace of mind, with a newspaper spread out on the table, and his comfortable posture was very much like a big farmer who ruthlessly exploited his employees.

After a while, Lin Changgong poked his head in and said, "The floor of the living room has been mopped."

Tang Ci glanced at him, folded the newspaper in a good mood and put it aside, looked at Lin Hang, and said very humanely: "Let's sit down and have breakfast together."

Across a small round table, the two sat opposite each other.

This was Lin Hang's first time eating breakfast at Tang Ci's table, so he slowed down his movements and kept paying attention to all the subtle movements of Tang Ci's side.

When two-thirds of the soy milk was drunk, Tang Ci stopped, took out his phone and looked at the screen, then did not walk away, and kept his original posture to answer the phone.

Lin Hang has been paying attention to Tang Ci's movement from the corner of his eye. He saw Tang Ci's white fingers swipe twice on the lit phone screen, and the roots of his eyelashes were light golden under the sunlight coming in from the kitchen window behind him.

I don't know if it's because the volume of Tang Ci's phone is turned up too much or for some other reason, but the voice on the other side of the phone can be heard clearly by Lin Hang through the microphone.

It was a girl, and she also spoke the tune of Nandu, but for some reason, it was very different from Tang Ci, the tone was kind of crappy and weird, and the raised ending was clumsily sharp.

Tang Ci listened patiently all the time, with slightly longer eyelashes drooping slightly, and occasionally spit out a few words that Lin Hang didn't understand, with a little tenderness and intimacy that was far away from Lin Hang.

Because they communicated in a language that Lin Hang could not understand, even if Lin Hang sat closer, they were naturally separated by an invisible barrier.

About 10 minutes later, Tang Ci finally hung up the phone, turned the phone over and put it on the table, and drank soy milk again.

"The person who called..." Lin Hang's throat moved slightly, "...Is it the same as last time?"

"Well," Tang Ci raised his eyes and glanced in Lin Hang's direction. For some reason, his gaze stayed on Lin Hang's thin forehead hair for two seconds, "My sister."

He thought about it, and thought that the phone call just now was too loud, so he said one more sentence: "She can't hear clearly, and she speaks a little louder than normal people."

Lin Hang couldn't help showing a slightly surprised look, it was the first time he heard that Tang Ci had a younger sister.

But after Tang Ci said this sentence, he didn't say any more, as if he didn't want to talk more about this topic, so Lin Hang couldn't know more information.

In the third week of coming to the new community, Tang Ci successfully integrated into the community's morning training team. Every day, he followed the downstairs to play Tai Chi and then did a set of radio gymnastics, which was very edifying for the body and mind.

The new community is very close to the studio. If you drive, you can go back and forth in 10 to [-] minutes. Therefore, Tang Ci spends much more time in the apartment than before.

Probably because after Tang Ci found out about the fact that he lived downstairs in Tang Ci, Lin Hang had the mentality of breaking the jar, and then went around upstairs from time to time to knock on the door of the upstairs neighbor's house. After entering the door, he was very diligent Watering the flowers and mopping the ground, Tang Ci was too embarrassed to drive him away.

Yu Lan ran into Lin Hang once when he came over in the morning. Seeing that the person who opened the door was a little bit surprised, he suspected that he had knocked on the wrong door.

When Lin Hang left, Yu Lan couldn't help but grabbed Tang Ci and asked him to explain clearly: "Why did Lin Hang come out of your house? What are you two doing? Did he sleep at your house last night?"

"No, he just came in this morning." Tang Ci lazily pushed away Yu Lan's hand, "I watered some flowers and left."

"Come to your house to water the flowers early in the morning when you're free?" Yu Lan couldn't tell whether it was Lin Hang or Tang Ci who had more problems, "What is he thinking?"

"Learn from Lei Feng to do good deeds," Tang Ci gave Yu Lan a casual look, "You don't understand."

"..." Yu Lan really didn't understand.

On Saturday, the sixth issue of [Xun Taste] started shooting.

The shooting location this time is a sea island town with little personal traffic, and the folk customs are extremely simple, so it retains many special folk customs.

There are not many concentrated residences in the small town, so the program group can provide limited rooms. Tang Ci arrived coincidentally, and the guests are allocating rooms.

"There are four rooms in total," Kang Sheng immediately allocated them efficiently. "Su Lei has one room, Lao Yang and I have one room, and Xiao Mu, Xiao Lin and Xiao Tang share two rooms."

Just as Tang Ci dragged his suitcase to the side, Mu Jing said softly, "I'm a light sleeper at night, and I'm not used to sleeping in a room with others."

"Then Mujing and Xiaolin and Xiaotang." Yang Liqing clapped his hands to make a decision, "Lin Hang and Tang Ci are used to sleeping together, so there should be nothing wrong with it."

Tang Ci: "..."

Why is this so ambiguous?

Probably because he was afraid that Tang Ci would have an opinion, Shen Chuan hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "Director Xiao Lin probably won't be able to come tonight for the time being, and he won't be there until tomorrow morning. Just make do with one night."

Fortunately, Tang Ci cooperated very well, which made Shen Chuan heave a sigh of relief.

The room provided by the program group is a very ordinary mud-and-tiled room with simple furniture, an ordinary adult-sized bed, a few scattered tables and stools, and an old one against the wall. The couch, and nothing else.

Even if there were double or even triple rooms in the previous rooms, most of them slept in separate beds, so the allocation of rooms was very random, like now there is only a single bed, no wonder they specifically proposed to allocate rooms outside just now.

Sleeping in the same bed for two people who don't exactly know each other's sleep habits can be a bit of a hassle.

Tang Ci tried his best to recall Lin Hang's sleeping habits in the past few times, and found that he had no impression of it at all. He only remembered that he should not grind his teeth or snore, and would turn on a bedside lamp with a suitable brightness for about an hour before going to bed. book of.

However, because the lighting was appropriate and Lin Hang deliberately controlled the sound made when turning pages, even though they stayed in the same room, Tang Ci didn't feel much troubled.

Lin Hang couldn't make it tonight, so this room belonged to Tang Ci alone for a short time tonight. He relaxed a little, made a bed and went into the bathroom with the toiletries, planning to take a shower.

When he came here, he took the car all the way, and he vaguely felt that his body was a little unbearably sticky, so he took a very long bath, and the exposed skin was slightly reddened by the steam in the bathroom, until he was completely exhausted and washed. until it falls.

Tang Ci was exhausted by the heat of the bathroom, and he just wanted to lie on the bed and have a good sleep at the moment. He put on his bathrobe carelessly, tied the belt loosely, pushed open the bathroom door and walked out.

The incandescent lights in the masonry house were brightly lit, clearly illuminating the young man's shoulders and back.

Hearing the sound, the young man turned his head slightly, his gaze flickered around for some unknown reason, and landed on the neckline of Tang Ci's unfastened bathrobe.

Tang Ci's bathrobe is so lazily worn, the neckline is casually tilted to one side, revealing a clearly concave collarbone line and a small white and delicate shoulder. The thin and close-fitting bathrobe fabric is attached to the chest, almost Same color as skin.

Probably because Lin Hang was in a daze for too long, Tang Ci took a small step towards the bed.

The distance between the two people is therefore closer.

Then his shoulders sank, and Tang Ci's arm rested on his shoulders, carrying the undispelled heat in the bathroom and Tang Ci's own aura that made Lin Hang feel nervous.

Lin Hang tightened his chin less obviously, and the lines of his shoulders became even tighter as a result.

Tang Ci stood in front of him, his light-colored eyes were like the misty lake surface in the morning, so beautiful that he almost had a heartless taste, and asked him in a slow voice: "Does the collarbone look good? Junior brother."

The author has something to say: Don't worry, everyone, Tang's careless flirting will one day overturn. _(:з」∠)_