I just want to hold a hand [entertainment circle]

Lin Hang's ears almost heated up with a "boom".

Tang Ci was too close, he could even smell the light and pleasant smell from Tang Ci's body and the scent of orange-flavored shower gel, which was more fragrant and soft after being steamed by the hot air in the bathroom.

Probably because he noticed his stiffness, Tang Ci seemed to be in a better mood.

He still maintained a distance and movements that were neither too far nor too close, until he had observed Lin Hang's expression enough, then he kindly bypassed Lin Hang and sat on the side of the bed and began to wipe his hair.

Lin Hang heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Didn't Shen Chuan say you couldn't make it tonight?" Tang Ci asked casually.

"Well, I couldn't make it through," Lin Hang subconsciously glanced in the direction of Tang Ci, "I've dealt with the matter over there in advance."

Tang Ci nodded lazily and said nothing.

By the time Lin Hang came out of the bathroom, Tang Ci had dried his hair and climbed onto the bed a little sleepily. This time, he had been on the island for nearly an hour by boat, and Tang Ci had already been terribly sleepy.

He very consciously occupied half of the bed, facing the wall, and left the remaining half of the bed to Lin Hang. From Lin Hang's angle, he could clearly see that he was covered by the tail of black hair. Half of the back of the neck is covered, very white.

Lin Hang took two hesitant steps towards the bed. At first, there was no silver 300 taels here, and he felt nervous belatedly.

The program team was afraid that they might not be used to sleeping, so they thoughtfully prepared two quilts in the room, one for each person.

The quilt in summer is very thin, and you can see a bulging silhouette on your body, and you can barely see the undulating body lines underneath.

Lin Hang's throat was dry for no reason, he walked to the side and poured himself a glass of water, and drank it clean in one gulp.

There were only blindingly bright incandescent lamps in the room, not even a bedside lamp. Lin Hang was afraid that the light would dazzle Tang Ci to sleep, so it was rare for him not to read tonight, so he turned off the lights silently and went to bed.

The bed was a normal size, and it was still a bit difficult to squeeze in two tall adult men, who would touch each other's backs through a thin layer of quilt from time to time.

Lin Hang's spirit has been kept extremely tense, and he slept close to the side of the bed, relying on his own efforts to keep a moderate distance from Tang Ci.

The backs of the two finally did not touch each other again.

Probably due to the extra excitement tonight, or because lying on the same bed with Tang Ci especially stimulated his brain, Lin Hang didn't feel sleepy at all in the dark.

Lying like this for an indeterminate amount of time, Lin Hang took out his phone from under the pillow and looked at it. It was past one o'clock in the morning, Tang Ci had already fallen asleep, and his nasal cavity was breathing softly and sweetly.

Lin Hang's ears felt hot when he heard it.

When putting the phone back, Tang Ci suddenly turned over, one arm resting on his pillow, with the light coming in from the window, it was as white as lotus root.

Lin Hang froze.

Lin Hang carefully wrapped Tang Ci's arm with a quilt, and gently sent it back to where it should be. Tang Ci suddenly snorted an uncomfortable nasal sound.

Lin Hang hesitated and waited for a while, then heard Tang Ci mutter from the back of his throat: "Mosquito."

He frowned uncomfortably, and tilted his head to avoid the "buzzing" mosquitoes in his ears.

Lin Hang sat on the bed for a while, then got out of bed just after one o'clock in the morning, and rummaged through the room with a flashlight.

He couldn't find anything like an electric fan from the cabinet in the room, but only found a dusty cattail fan. It must have been sitting in the cabinet for a long time, and Lin Hang knocked on the table for a while before he could I barely knocked off the dust on it, and wiped it with a paper towel.

After wiping the fan, Lin Hang went back to the bed lightly like a thief, and fanned Tang Ci with the fan for a while, driving away the annoying "buzzing" mosquitoes, and Tang Ci wrinkled tightly. His brow finally loosened briefly again.

Half of his cheeks were buried in the quilt, only his closed eyes and nose were exposed. The nose had a beautiful curve, and there was a small hump at the tip of his nose, which made people want to touch it.

But Lin Hang just thought about it briefly, and didn't really touch it.

Lying on the same bed with Tang Ci made him nervous, but sitting on the edge of the bed could relax a little bit, and he began to feel faintly drowsy. Later, Lin Hang also forgot to shake his cattail fan a few times, When he was drowsy later, he casually lay down on the edge of the bed, found a position, and fell asleep.

When Tang Ci woke up the next day, he stretched his neck subconsciously. The pillow here was too soft, and the muscles from his neck to his shoulders were sore from sleeping.

After stretching his neck, he moved his arm, and first something stuck on the back of his hand. Looking down, it was a very old cattail fan, probably the kind used to guard the stove in the countryside. Which corner turned out of the corner.

Lin Hang was sleeping soundly lying on the side of the bed, his face was buried under the sheet, only the straight and sharp bridge of his nose could be seen, this position probably made him sleep uncomfortable, and his brows were tightly frowned.

Tang Ci was startled, for a moment he didn't know why Lin Hang would sleep here on his stomach, his head just woke up a bit unable to react, he thought in a daze, did I kick him out of bed last night?

His gaze shifted from Lin Hang's body to the worn and old cattail fan again, and he pursed his lips hesitantly.

Tang Ci hesitated for a moment, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking as he stroked Lin Hang's soft, light-blond hair.

His hair is thin and soft, it feels a bit like satin, smooth and cool.

Normally, to look more mature, Lin Hang would wipe his hair back, exposing his entire forehead, but the hair that had not been sprayed with hair gel was now limp and falling down in fine pieces, with a disobedient hair sticking out of his head. Silly hair, making him look like a bad-tempered kid, with his lips pursed stubbornly.

Tang Ci looked at him for a while, and suddenly felt a belated and unnecessary soft-heartedness.

He stretched out his hand and plucked the bunch of stupid hairs on the top of Lin Hang's head, and he was stunned for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lin Hang probably had a stiff neck last night. When he woke up, the bones in his neck seemed to have been drilled with a screw all night. It hurt even to move, so his face was a little smelly.

However, Tang Ci looked like he slept well last night, and his cheeks even had a little healthy pink due to the sufficient sleep. Lin Hang peeked at it for a while, and his stinky face gradually showed signs of warming up.

During the recording break in the afternoon, Yu Lan made a phone call, her voice was a little heavy: "I've been talking with the company this week about terminating your contract, and the attitude over there is a bit ambiguous, and there may be some moves in the next few days, so try to be careful. "

After listening to Tang Ci for a while, he said "um" absent-mindedly.

"One more thing..." Yu Lan hesitated for a while, and then said slowly, "Recently, someone on the Internet dug up something about you when you were a trainee, and the rumors are a bit messy, just take a look, don't be fooled."

Tang Ci signed a five-year contract with Baiyun, and Yu Lan has only been in the company for two years, so he doesn't know much about Tang Ci's situation in the past few years.

When Yu Lan came to Baiyun, it happened to be the time when Tang Ci was at its worst, and it was also at that time that Yu Lan took over as Tang Ci's manager. Since then, Tang Ci has gradually improved.

She only knew that Tang Ci had been a trainee for two years when he signed Baiyun before. He was a good dancer, and he had no face. , began a years-long cold storage.

Tang Ci responded.

He hadn't surfed the Internet much these days, didn't know what information was on the Internet at all, and even if there was, he didn't care much, so he just dealt with Yu Lan lightly and hung up the phone.

After the recording of this issue of [Xun Wei Ji], Tang Ci and Yu Lan took a day off, planning to fly directly to City C from the recording site.

Before going through the security check, Tang Ci called over there, and waited patiently until the connection was made. The little girl's voice rang out crisply and loudly, and could still be heard for miles. Nandu dialect called him: "Brother!"

Tang Ci responded, without turning down the volume or taking the phone away from his ear. After chatting patiently for a few words, he said, "Doudo, show your phone to mom."

The other side grunted a few times in dissatisfaction and then changed their voice. Tang Ci called "Mom" and explained to the other side.

"I'll arrive in City C in about five hours. Well, I've asked for leave. I'll be fine tomorrow." Tang Ci responded a few times, and changed his hand to hold the phone. "I should be able to stay for a day this time. I'll leave tomorrow night. Let's not talk about it." Now, I have to go through the security check and turn off my phone."

Tang Ci hung up the phone, switched his phone to flight mode and passed the boarding gate after checking in.

The distance from the recording site to City C is about five hours. Looking out from the hatch of the plane, the window is full of blue, as if it symbolizes that tomorrow will be a sunny day.

Probably because the day's recording was too exhausting, Tang Ci fell into a drowsy sleep all the way, and had intermittent dreams.

He dreamed that when he was young, he walked a long way to the Children's Palace to learn to dance. His legs hurt from stretching, but Tang Ci was the best at learning it, because he could only come three days a week, unlike other students. Come every day, you have to work hard so you don't get left behind.

He dreamed that someone was wearing a hat when he was in college and handed him a business card outside the school: "Is that Tang Ci? If our company makes its debut through the draft, it will definitely be a hit."

The other party opened and closed his lips and said many exciting conditions, but was finally interrupted by Tang Ci, he said: "I am from the Department of Acting."

"But your dancing skills are also quite good, no problem. If you make your debut first and become famous, characters will naturally come to you in the future. This is my business card. I'll be here waiting for your contact anytime."

Tang Ci remembered that he hesitated for a long time at that time, he was too short of money, and finally called there and asked him: "Is the money coming soon?"

"Hurry up," said the other side swearing, "Idols make quick money."

"You just need to stand on the stage and sing and dance. With your appearance and qualifications, fans will be very willing to spend money for you."

Selling your face, Tang Ci thought a little confused, that's quite easy.

When the plane landed at the airport, the stewardess called him twice: "Hi passenger, the plane has landed, you can leave now."

When I came out of the airport, the sky was dark and cloudy, and it was not related to the sky at all. Many people coming and going held umbrellas in their hands, as if they were ready to welcome a rainstorm at any time.

Tang Ci turned on the phone, and when the flight was turned off, a few messages from Yu Lan and a dozen missed calls popped out of the phone.

Tang Ci is turned from back to front.

—Call me back when you land.

——Have you arrived in City C yet?

Turning forward, a Weibo link jumped into Tang Ci's eyes.

——Look at the trending searches. [Link: 818 The truth about Tang Ci leaving the group in embarrassment, did the former manager's thigh hug well? ]

Tang Ci paused with his fingers, and opened the Weibo very calmly.

There are several old pictures, two people in the picture entered the same hotel one after the other, one of the pictures clearly took a picture of Tang Ci's face, and the other picture is Tang Ci's former manager Deng Li.

And the time was ambiguous, it happened to be midnight, and no one would believe me if I didn't go in and do something.

There is even a record of the hotel occupants in the map, which is indeed the room opened by Deng Li.

There was a muffled thunder from the sky, and the rain in City C finally started to fall.

"Pass this one first, and then take two more shots."

Lin Hang waved his hand behind the camera, signaling the actors to readjust their posture.

The result of being too leisurely in the past two weeks is that the work is squeezed together, and it is difficult to squeeze out even a break. Lin Hang took pictures continuously all morning, and his throat was a little dry at the moment, so he went to the side to pour himself a glass of water.

"Brother," Zheng Yang called him from the side, with a strange voice, "Have you checked the trending searches?"

Lin Hang didn't care much and still walked towards the tea room. While walking, he tapped on the phone at will. When the phone page was loaded with his hand on the doorknob, the hot search Weibo popped up.

Lin Hang paused.

There were chattering voices in the tea room, probably the crew is dodging here again: "Tsk tsk, I didn't notice it when I was in the same crew, I thought he was pestering the director quite often, you said..."

"Means, people look good, and they are free to sell them how they want, but do you think men and men are dirty..."

"Aren't you talking nonsense, but I heard that the lower ones in their circle are quite promiscuous, so it's interesting..."

The door of the cubicle suddenly rang, and the milky white door bounced twice on the wall. The field manager standing close to the door raised his eyes, his voice trembled suddenly, and he greeted tremblingly: "Little, little Director Lin ..."

The young man lowered his eyes, his eyebrows were deep, and when he lowered his head, a small shadow was formed on his face. His expression was inexplicably gloomy, and his lips curled into a smile that could scare a person's legs to the ground: "Where are you making rumors about your grandfather?"

The other field manager was also trembling at the moment, and said in a whisper: "No, no, we just talk casually..."

"You like gossiping so much?"

He raised his eyes, his expression was inexplicably frighteningly gloomy, but his tone was very kind: "There will be another time, break your dick|chicken."

Tang Ci kept getting strange calls from his mobile phone that night.

It was stormy outside, but he slept soundly in the house.

Tang Ci had a very smooth dream, nothing happened in the dream, the whole world was pure white, everything was peaceful.

"Brother, brother," someone shook his arm several times, "Sister Yu Lan asked you to answer the phone."

Tang Ci took the phone with his eyes closed and put it to his ear, his voice was a little hoarse from sleeping for a long time: "Hello."

Yu Lan strangely didn't say anything about the mess outside. After a pause, he said, "Lin Hang called me several times just now, asking for your address, but I didn't give it to him..."

Her voice hesitated: "Look at your phone and contact him yourself. He seems to be worried about you."

Tang Ci paused, and took out his cell phone from under the pillow.

As soon as he turned on the phone, all kinds of calls and text messages popped up immediately. Tang Ci scrolled down and found that Lin Hang had called him dozens of times, which was a bit scary.

Tang Ci pursed his lips and called back the phone.

I don't know if he has been waiting over there, and the call was connected almost as soon as he dialed it. He didn't know where he was at the moment. Tang Ci heard the muffled sound of raindrops hitting the car window. Lin Hang was probably driving.

Tang Ci didn't have any desire to communicate with others at the moment, so he remained silent for a while, pian'ke'hou Lin Hang paused, and suddenly called him: "Tang Ci."

"En." Tang Ci responded.

The over there probably didn't know what to say, so Shu Er fell silent, and after a while, he suddenly said without beginning and ending: "I'm in City C."

Tang Ci was startled.

"It was too late, I couldn't buy a suitable flight, so I drove here by myself," he paused, "I drove for seven hours and was very tired, but I really want to see you now."

"I don't know where you live, if you want, can you send me a location?"

Probably because Tang Ci was too quiet here, he explained without beginning and end: "I left when I saw you, and I don't do anything."

That strange emotion gripped Tang Ci again, his hand holding the phone was rare, and his voice was a little hoarse: "...Are you stupid?"

Lin Hang didn't answer, but parted his lips. Before he could make a sound, Tang Ci hung up the phone neatly, without even a word of rejection.

Lin Hang was a little confused.

He parked the car on the side of the road, staring blankly at the darkening of the phone screen, the rain was sent into the car along the open window, and his cheeks were shaved cold.

Driving for seven hours in a row made him extremely mentally exhausted, holding his mobile phone and wondering if he was being too reckless...

In the next second, the phone screen suddenly lit up.

Tang Ci sent him a positioning.

Tang Ci's home is in a tube building deep in the alley, and the car can't drive in. It can only be parked on the side of the road outside. There is not even a shelter under the washing of the heavy rain.

The rain flooded the alley, and there were dead leaves and all kinds of garbage floating on the rainwater, and there were even white plastic boxes that were not cleaned.

The pampered young master didn't even open an umbrella, got out of the car with difficulty, locked the door, and walked forward stepping on the dirty rainwater that overflowed his calves.

The unrelenting rain made him a little embarrassed, his hair limply stuck to his face, and he couldn't find a trace of his usual arrogance on the set when he was trudging through the rain.

"Lin Zhouzhou!" Suddenly someone called him from the alley ahead.

Lin Hang turned his head in a daze in the rain, and saw Tang Ci standing not far from him with a big umbrella, and couldn't see his expression clearly because of the night.

Tang Ci approached with an umbrella. The umbrella was big enough to completely cover the two of them, but Lin Hang looked too embarrassed, with water dripping from his hair and his face was wet.

It was raining heavily outside, so the space under the umbrella seemed more limited and precious.

Lin Hang's dark blue eyes looked at Tang Ci almost motionlessly, and he saw his light-colored pupils from Tang Ci's soft eyelashes. The extreme exhaustion of his body made his spirit extremely excited.

He felt that he could just look at Tang Ci for a day.

Tang Ci also looked at him from this distance for a while, and his eyes were bent downwards. The smile in his eyes was like the moon in the water, which could break at the touch of a touch in Lin Hang's eyes, so it was extremely precious.

"You look so silly," he said.

"what."

Lin Hang stood a little blankly, his cheeks suddenly became hot, and he couldn't react.

It was Tang Ci who raised his hand suddenly, and wiped away a drop of rain on his cheek with his hot and soft fingertips.

The author has something to say: Tang Ci: I just like playing with fools.