When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Liang Yan rubbed his face with his hands and let out a sigh of relief: "I will return the money to you as soon as possible."

"No need..." Wen Lang just uttered a word, but Liang Yan stared back, and reluctantly changed his words: "You can pay me back slowly."

Liang Yan glanced at the wall clock: "It's late, go to sleep." Wen Lang got up and planned to go to the bathroom, but was pulled back by Wen Lang: "Wait a minute, how did you know about my repayment?" Wan Liangyan's mood is not quite right, he must have something to hide from himself: "Did something happen in the lounge just now? Or did you meet someone?"

Liang Yan slightly hesitated, but he couldn't hide his resignation at all. Once he resigned, it meant that his current live broadcast account would have to be returned. Wen Lang would know soon, so he simply told the truth: "I saw you tonight. Yan Shao."

Mentioning the word Yan Shao, Wen Lang frowned uncontrollably: "He told you about my repayment? What else did he tell you?"

Liang Yan nodded: "He also said that he had already bought the drunk...so I resigned."

Even though Liang Yan's current money is not enough to save enough money, and it's a pity to give up the Cherry live broadcast account, but he will not give Yan Shao a part-time job, and he doesn't even want to look at Yan Shao again.

"Good resignation, the end of the term is coming soon, you just have time to review." Wen Lang patted him on the waist: "Don't feel sorry for the account number, I don't want fans to raise another account when they have time during the holidays." His new account The company he opened is mainly an Internet celebrity anchor, and it is not difficult for him to raise an account.

His proposal dilutes the little regret in Liang Yan's heart. He is right, he can completely apply for another account again. If there is a destiny, fans will still meet him again.

***

In the morning of the next day, Liang Yan called Zhou Yi to explain that he was going to resign, and returned the account of Cherry Live to him, and ended the call before Zhou Yi persuaded him.

Life after quitting her part-time job, Liang Yan works at two o'clock every day, at school and at home.

He has been in school for so long, and only during this time did he dare to slow down and truly relax from heart to body, like a person who has been running for a long time and finally hit the line.

In the past few months, he was as busy as a spinning top every day, and the people and things around him were flashing by quickly. When he recalled it now, he felt a sense of trance and unreality.

With a lot of free time, he bought a lot of baking tools and materials by taking advantage of the gap between studies. After returning the account of Cherry Live, he went to his personal Weibo account.

Because it is his own private account, he no longer needs to update it according to the requirements of the store, but can freely share some content in his life.

Most of them are dessert baking. He likes the process of making them, and Wen Lang likes the desserts he makes.

The original intention was to record the life of him and Wen Lang in their spare time, but unexpectedly it became very popular.

The number of followers on the account has grown from hundreds of thousands to one million soon, and is still rising. Many familiar IDs appear in the comments one after another.

In the blink of an eye, it was the final exam. Liang Yan had plenty of time to study during this period, and the exam was very easy for him.

The exams are over in mid-January, and the holidays are just beginning.

Taking advantage of the time before the Spring Festival, Wen Lang sneaked in and had a few days to spare. On the day Liang Yan finished his exam, they boarded a vacation flight and arrived at their destination in the evening.

It is mid-winter in Beicheng, but the resort island city is facing a heat wave.

Liang Yan knew that he was going to come out to play a day in advance, so everything from hotel and flight travel guides to luggage storage and packing were all prepared by Wen Lang.

After delivering the luggage at the hotel, Wen Lang dug out his strategy notes. There is a folk culture street near the hotel, which includes all the local specialty snacks, so you can go shopping.

Wen Lang held Liang Yan's hand all the way and found it easily.

Liang Yan looked at the gatehouse at the entrance of the street, then looked back at the way he came from, and was amazed at how Wen Lang found it easily by relying on the directions marked on the map in this unfamiliar street: "Have you been here before? "

"No, it's my first time here." Taking Liang Yan's hand and taking a step back, he raised the camera on his chest: "Yanyan, I love you."

Although it was not the first time he heard Wen Lang say this, every time he heard it, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise. This was his most natural, heartfelt smile.

In the camera, the boy is standing at the street corner, the crowds and intertwined lights are all blurred, only he is really standing in the camera, his eyes are clear, and there is a happy smile in his eyes. .

The first half of the Folk Street is filled with various local specialty souvenirs. Liang Yan walks through one by one and occasionally stops.

Soon, he walked past the souvenir area and came to the snack area. The aroma of food kept wafting through his nose, and Liang Yan's index finger was already twitching just by smelling it.

He was about to go to gourmet food, but Wen Lang ruthlessly stopped him: "I've booked a restaurant."

"But I want to try the snacks here." Liang Yan stared at a shop for a long time.

Wen Lang caught his gaze, and covered it with his hands cruelly: "On the first day, I'm afraid you won't be able to go out to play tomorrow, so I'm afraid that you won't be able to acclimatize yourself, and you won't be able to go out to play tomorrow. Be good, let's get used to it first, and we'll come back tomorrow night. "

Liang Yan was reluctantly dragged to the restaurant by Wen Lang, and had a meal of 'North City Hometown Cuisine'.

Back in the room, Liang Yan was a little tired after eating and drinking, and planned to take a shower and rest.

After searching in the suitcase for a long time, Liang Yan couldn't find his pajamas, so he poked Wen Lang who was laying the sheets: "Did you forget to bring my pajamas?"

Wen Lang was startled, remembering that he had folded their pajamas and put them on the sofa, and anxiously forgot to take them: "I forgot, you will wear this T-shirt of mine for one night, we will go buy it tomorrow. "

Wen Lang's T-shirt is relatively loose, so it can be worn to sleep.

Wen Lang spread the sheets, leaned on the sofa and talked on the phone with the manager of the club. As the Spring Festival was approaching, they discussed the club's holiday time.

Just halfway through the conversation, the door opened. Liang Yan was wearing a gentle T-shirt on his upper body, but his lower body had two long white legs.

After taking a shower, he didn't want to wear long trousers again, so he just came out in shorts. Anyway, Wen Lang's T-shirt was a bit too big for him, and the front and back just covered it, so he didn't think it was a big deal.

But he didn't know that sometimes it's more attractive to just cover it up than not cover it up.

Wen Lang, who was on the phone, was fascinated. His eyes followed him to the bedside, and his eyes gradually deepened.

The manager on the other end of the phone called him twice before returning to his senses, and hurriedly said: "I have something to do today, we will talk about it tomorrow."

It was only when Liang Yan walked to the bed that he realized that Wen Lang's gaze was so hot that his ears felt a little hot.

Since the last time, the two of them have not had any further communication.

When the same bed was hugged, every time he slept on his back and woke up again, Liang Yan was always shy and didn't mention it. Wen Lang took him into consideration and didn't want to put pressure on him, so he kept holding on.

Liang Yanchang let out a long breath, adjusting his fast heartbeat: "Brother..."

The dazed Wen Lang on the sofa jumped up from the sofa as if he had been shocked by an electric shock: "I'm going to the bathroom to take a shower."

Liang Yan took another breath, turned around and followed him to the bathroom door.

Wen Lang stared at him unexpectedly for two seconds: "Yanyan, you..."

"I'll wash with you." Liang Yan's voice was almost inaudible, but Wen Lang still heard it.

Liang Yan was pulled into his arms domineeringly by Wen Lang, and when he leaned against his chest, he could feel his heart beating faster than his own.

Wen Lang clung to his ear, rubbed his lips against his ear, and murmured: "Yanyan, what you just said is what I thought, right?"

Liang Yan's heart beat so fast that he felt dizzy, so he just nodded lightly...

When being carried into the bathroom again, Liang Yanren was so tender that he didn't even bother to move his fingers.

Wen Lang saw the deep and shallow marks on Liang Yan's waist, chest and collarbone, and began to regret in his heart that he shouldn't have been so intemperate just now.

Wrapping her body with a bath towel to dry her body, she carried him back to the bed like holding a treasure, and hugged her into her arms.

Liang Yan was so tired and sleepy that he couldn't open his eyelids, but as soon as he leaned into his arms, he couldn't help but touch his earlobe with his hands, and put his forehead against Wen Lang's chin, so sleepy that he spoke with a soft trill : "Brother, say you love me and want to hear it."

Wen Lang pursed his lower lips, kissed his forehead, his eyebrows, and carefully traced his facial features. Every time he kissed, he would say "I love you", Liang Yanyan agreed.

Just responding to Liang Yan, he realized something was wrong, and quickly pressed his fingertips against his lips: "It's all right bro, let's go to sleep." But it was obviously too late for him to say this.

A certain person talked about restraint, but his actual actions were not restrained at all. As a result, Liang Yan didn't wake up at all the next day and slept until noon.

He seemed to have prosthetic limbs installed below the waist, and he couldn't listen to his movements at all. He was shaking when he put on his trousers, so he couldn't go out to play at all, so he could only rest.

Because they were delayed for a day, their flight back to Beicheng was also a day late.

On the afternoon of returning to Beicheng, Liang Yan received a call from an unfamiliar number.

There is a young lady over there, speaking softly: "Hello, is this Mr. Liang Yanliang?"

Liang Yan looked at the number again, but still had no impression, and really couldn't guess who she was: "Who are you?"

"Hi, I'm the assistant director of the crew of "Fengming". Your entries have passed the preliminary screening. The crew would like to have an interview with you."

It's been almost a month since Liang Yan's work was posted. At first, he still thought about it every day, but later he forgot about it because it was too long and he was busy with reviewing for the exam: "May I ask the time and place to meet you?"

In his heart, he really wanted to seize this opportunity, and happily made an appointment with the other party at the film and television base in Yishun District the day after tomorrow.

At the end of the year, the club and the company were busy, and Wen Lang didn't have time to accompany him, so Fei Ziming was with him.

When he arrived at the scene, there were so many candidates, Liang Yan thought for a few times that he had gone to the wrong area, and there were at least a hundred people in the team receiving the number, how could there be so many?

Liang Yan called the assistant who called him last time to confirm, but he still couldn't get through, so he had no choice but to get the number first and queue up...