I just want to hold a hand [entertainment circle]

I don't know why, after getting off the dining table, Tang Ci looked even colder, and he didn't give Lin Hang a good face all morning.

Lin Hang followed Tang Ci in a daze, not knowing what happened.

The weather in City C is always changeable, there was a heavy rain yesterday, the sun came out this morning, and the sun was hot, Lin Hang's clothes that were hanging outside last night dried quickly.

Lin Hang quickly changed back to his clothes.

He looks different in his own clothes than when he was wearing Tang Ci pajamas. He no longer looks aggrieved by the clothes that bind his hands and feet, but has a sense of presence. Because he is tall, standing in the narrow living room is almost impossible to ignore. .

After Lin Hang changed his clothes and came out, Tang Ci glanced at him: "Don't block my TV."

Lin Hang let out an "oh" and moved a little to the side.

Tang Ci didn't have a good face towards Lin Hang this morning, and his instigation made him feel confident. Tang Ci's mother looked at it for a while, and probably couldn't stand it anymore. She couldn't help but walked over and said: "This child When he is in a bad mood, he likes to flirt, and it is very difficult to serve him, so please ignore him."

Tang Ci was using his mobile phone to book a plane ticket back to City A in the afternoon. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids slightly, and was noncommittal about the fucking evaluation.

Lin Hang listened for a while, and corrected with a serious face: "No, brother has a good temper."

Tang Ci's mother probably felt that Lin Hang was saving face for Tang Ci in front of her, so she smiled and said nothing.

Tang Ci almost laughed when he heard it beside him, and he didn't know where Lin Hang's confidence in him came from.

Tang Ci booked a flight at 02:30 in the afternoon. Lin Hang’s car was parked outside last night. Who knows who scratched the car body with a lot of marks, and was taken to repair it, so he took the same plane back as him. .

In the middle of watching TV in the living room, Yu Lan called and asked him when he would return to City A. She didn't say anything after knowing that Tang Ci had booked a ticket for the afternoon. Tang Ci knew the basic situation outside, so she didn't bother Talk more.

"By the way," Yu Lan paused, "Did you call Lin Hang back last night?"

Tang Ci said "hmm": "I'm back."

Yu Lan said, "That's good." After chatting for a few more words, he suddenly asked hesitantly, "Is there someone talking next to you? Why does my voice sound so similar to Lin Hang?"

Tang Ci looked sideways.

Lin Hang was chatting with his mother, and now it's time to talk about Tang Ci Kindergarten's art performance. Lin Hang was fascinated by what he heard, and he answered a few words from time to time.

"Well," Tang Ci responded, his voice flat, "He came to City C last night and stayed at my house for one night."

Yu Lan's voice over there suddenly raised two tones, and asked a lot of questions, knowing that Lin Hang just slept on his bed in a normal way, and finally didn't ask any more questions.

"Then you are going back to City A together this afternoon?" Yu Lan asked.

"Ah."

Yu Lan thought for a while, and said a few more words: "Anyway, when you two return to City A, be careful not to be photographed. It's been a bloody storm outside these few days. If you really are photographed, you still don't know how to arrange it."

When Tang Ci hung up the phone, the topic next door had already progressed to Tang Ci's pigtails in the first grade of elementary school. His mother directly brought out Tang Ci's photo album from childhood to adulthood, and began to explain page by page.

Now I am looking at a single photo taken by Tang Ci when he graduated from high school. At that time, he was already very tall, and he looked cold and unreasonable, but his facial features were different from now It's not big, it's just a little more youthful, and the dark school uniform looks surprisingly good on her body.

Very tender and beautiful.

Lin Hang's heart moved, and he couldn't look away at all. Tang Ci looked at it for a while, and couldn't help teasing him: "Isn't it pretty?"

"It looks good." Lin Hang nodded honestly, and after looking at it for a while, he even asked if he could take a photo back with him.

"No," Tang Ci said faintly, and said lightly, "What are you thinking?"

Lin Hang didn't give up yet, he glanced at the photo unwillingly, with a look of lack of reason, couldn't help but asked again: "Can I take a photo?"

"Just take a picture," he added.

"..." Tang Ci didn't expect Lin Hang to be so obsessed, and said again, "No."

Tang Ci glanced at him and said lightly, "Who knows what you are using my photo for?"

Lin Hang showed a somewhat dazed expression when he heard the words.

At this moment, his mother was flipping through the photo album with her head down, and she didn't have time to pay attention to this side. Tang Ci's clear eyes turned towards him, and said: "Who knows if you used my high school photos as pornographic photos."

Lin Hang was startled, and it took a while to react, his face turned red with a "boom".

The two of them have to catch the plane at around 02:30, the airport is far away, and they will leave at about one o'clock. Tang Ci's mother has been talking about things that Tang Ci should take back since lunch, and sorted out a full two Bags are all edible.

Tang Ci flipped through the bag and picked out several things: "What are you doing with these, I have them over there."

"Where do you grow fresh peppers in the market over there?" Tang Ci's mother said, "And this dried radish, freshly made, still fresh. And this, this, and this..."

Seeing that the things he picked out were put back one by one, Tang Ci surrendered, shook his hands and didn't care anymore.

Until Tang Ci went out, Tang Ci's mother was still busy in the kitchen. It seemed that she wanted to move half of the kitchen to him. She was a little anxious when she heard the sound of the living room door being opened. He left without taking it, and shouted a few words in Nandu dialect in a hurry.

Tang Ci was completely annoyed by his mother this noon, stood by the door and pushed Lin Hang next to him, and lazily said, "My mother called you by your name."

Lin Hang paused, feeling a little dazed.

Tang Ci's mother yelled several times, and she could tell it was Nandu dialect, but she called it a completely unfamiliar word. Lin Hang said in a daze, "Isn't my name Doudou?"

It is a bit funny that Lin Hang spit out these two words in a serious manner.

Tang Ci was stunned, and also remembered this, and couldn't help curling his lips in a funny way.

"Doudou is not wrong, don't you still have a name..." He smiled, glanced at Lin Hang with a lazy and beautiful expression, and slowly reminded him, "Right Zhouzhou?"

City C is a small third-tier city with a gentle pace of life. Even the airport lobby is not as spacious as City A, and the crowds are a bit overcrowded.

It was not yet time to board the plane, and the two of them sat and waited for a while in the waiting hall outside.

Tang Ci hesitated for a moment holding the phone, and sent a message to He Jingqiu.

Wechat was added when I went to the other party's house for dinner last time, except that Mu Mu sent messages when he went to his house a few times later, the message board was very deserted.

He Jingqiu's news came back quickly, and his tone was not much different from usual. He didn't seem to have any changes due to the news from the outside world these days. He sent a positive message to Tang Ci very gently, so that Tang Ci could come and try try.

Tang Ci responded well.

The female voice in the airport lobby began to announce that it was time to check the ticket. Tang Ci stood up and looked around, and found that Lin Hang had gone somewhere.

He was about to take out his cell phone to make a call when he was lightly patted on the shoulder. Tang Ci raised his eyes and found Lin Hang standing in front of him, passing the hot milk tea in his hand forward.

"I don't like sweet drinks." Tang Ci looked critically at the label on it.

Lin Hang was wearing a mask, revealing only a narrow section of the bridge of the nose. Hearing this, the eyes above the mask blinked, and patiently explained to him: "Three points of sugar, not sweet."

Tang Ci still took it.

The milk tea was indeed not very sweet, within the acceptable range of Tang Ci, and because the tea fragrance was relatively strong, it would not be too greasy to drink, so Tang Ci drank more than half of the cup to save face.

When the ticket was checked, the crowd was a little crowded. Lin Hang subconsciously grabbed Tang Ci's wrist and pulled him towards him. He was taller than Tang Ci, and even wearing a mask, he looked a little too aggressive. It took a while. They didn't even dare to lean in the middle.

Tang Ci glanced at him sideways, said nothing, and was dragged past the ticket gate.

It was about a three-hour flight from city C to city A. Tang Ci sat by the window and turned his head to look at the clouds floating outside the cabin after getting on the plane.

Tang Ci watched very intently, and Lin Hang also sneaked a look at Tang Ci's concentrated profile from the side for a while.

Tang Ci's side face is also very beautiful. The eyelashes are not very curled, but they are very long and dense. When they hang down slightly, they cast a faint shadow on the eyelids, showing a kind of casual indifference. The most beautiful part of the nose is the small hump on the tip of the nose , even cut off a bit of the natural desolation in the facial features, and turned into an indescribable lazy taste.

It seems that sometimes it is far away and sometimes it is near, sometimes it can be approached and sometimes it cannot be approached.

After looking at it for a short time, there was a heavy weight on his shoulder, and Lin Hang turned his head to look, and Tang Ci fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.

Lin Hang paused, and lowered his shoulders so that Tang Ci could sleep more comfortably.

When Tang Ci leaned on his shoulder like this, his eyelashes were extraordinarily long and soft, and his lips were red, as if they had been sucked.

Lin Hang hesitated for a moment, as if dazed, he couldn't help but gently touched Tang Ci's lips with his fingertips.

Cloud-like, unbelievably hot and soft, the lips are slightly opened and closed due to exhalation, the breath is wrapped in moisture, like some kind of white shellfish, every time you exhale, you can see the soft clam meat.

Because of this association, Lin Hang suddenly stretched out his hand as if he had been burned.

The author has something to say: A question every day, when will Xiao Lin become enlightened?

ps: About Doudou and Zhouzhou, if you forget, you can go back to Chapter 25.