Did Not Say Anything About My Feelings

At the end of a big show, the main designer appeared on the stage.

Holding the hands of the big axis models, they bowed to thank everyone. Wang Jiulong in the audience stared at Ding Chun and Ling Pan, frowning slightly.

The two stood together, and there was always a feeling of familiarity.

After stepping off the stage, Ding Chun came to Wang Jiulong, followed by Ling Pan who had already changed into his own clothes.

"Big Nan."

Wang Jiulong said with a smile: "The show is not bad, the models are all beautiful."

Ling Pan stood aside silently.

Ding Chun pointed at Ling Pan: "She..."

"No need to introduce, I have met Jiao'er a few times."

As soon as Ding Chun came to his lips, Ling Pan pulled his arm off and choked.

Wang Jiulong lowered his eyes and nodded: "Yes, I have."

Ding Chun looked at them blankly: "No, you..."

Ling Pan rushed to talk again: "I suddenly remembered something, Mr. Ding, follow me."

Wang Jiulong looked at Ding Chun who was forcibly taken away, and stood there without speaking.

Ling Pan dragged Ding Chun to the lounge, where she sat on a chair and didn't speak.

Ding Chun couldn't help asking: "Hey, no, what's the matter? Have you two met?"

"Ah."

"I wanted to surprise you both by letting you two meet without telling the truth, but I didn't expect you two to meet each other. Then why do you make it seem like you don't know each other?"

Ling Pan played with the eyebrow pencil in his hand expressionlessly: "It's because he doesn't know me."

The more Ding Chun listened, the more confused he became: "It's normal not to recognize him for so many years, so didn't I just plan to introduce you two? Why didn't you let me tell you?"

"He doesn't even know me anymore, what's the point of telling him." Ling Pan slammed the eyebrow pencil on the table and said sullenly.

Ding Chun squinted his eyes, lowered his head and smiled: "I said Miss, you are not angry, are you? It's normal that I haven't recognized you after so many years. You see, when you saw me for the first time, didn't you Don't you recognize me?"

Ling Pan frowned and said, "Anyway, don't bother with this matter."

With that said, she got up and prepared to leave.

Ding Chun called her: "Then when will you tell him?"

Ling Pan paused, was silent for a moment, then turned to him with a smile and said, "He has never recognized me, so I have never told him."

"Hey!" Ding Chun smiled helplessly.

As soon as Wang Jiulong looked up, he saw Ling Pan coming from the backstage.

Ling Pan smiled at him: "I didn't expect you to come to the show."

"I didn't expect you to be a model."

Ling Pan raised his eyebrows: "So, have you guessed what I do?"

Wang Jiulong lowered his head and chuckled, "Yes."

"I'm 1.7 meters eight."

Wang Jiulong didn't know how to respond to her sudden self-report of height, so he nodded: "It's a pity not to be a model with this height."

Ling Pan said, "Then I'll go first."

"See you."

Ling Pan stared at him for a while, then laughed and said, "Am I saying you're straight, or are you not interested in me at all?"

Wang Jiulong froze for a moment, but did not answer.

Ling Pan chuckled and was about to leave.

"Wait." Wang Jiulong called to stop her.

Ling Pan turned his head, a light flashed in his eyes.

"Have we met before?"

Ling Pan's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, he took a deep breath secretly, and said calmly, "No, I've never seen it before."

The show needs to turn on the lights to clean up, and all the incandescent lights are turned on with a "snap".

The originally dim showroom suddenly brightened up. I don't know if it was because of the lights, but Ling Pan's sandal-colored eyes shone brightly.Her water-like phoenix eyes, although always looking at people indifferently, are indescribably clear.

That look...

When he wanted to see clearly, she had turned away.

…………

It was already late when Ling Pan got home.

He opened the door, took off his shoes, and fell straight down on the sofa.

He still didn't recognize her.

The chubby little boy in the memory who would rush out to protect her anytime and anywhere no longer remembered her.

In the small alleys of Liuxiang, he said that he wants to be a character, he likes to talk about cross talk, he likes to listen to old songs, he likes to play allegro, and he wants to stand on the stage and talk about cross talk for everyone.

This is his dream.

He said, "If I were to become a character, would you come back?"

She said without hesitation, "It will."

But now, even if she comes back, he doesn't remember her anymore.

She was just angry, because he didn't remember her, and the person she had missed for so many years didn't remember her.

……

Wang Jiulong returned home, took a shower, and lay on the bed in a daze.

Thinking of Ling Pan's eyes today, he was so restless that he couldn't sleep.

There are more and more doubts in my heart, and they are getting deeper and deeper.

"How could I have never seen it..."

He pondered for a while, picked up his phone and called Ding Chun.

"Hello, Da Nan? What's the matter?"

"Ling Pan knows you, right?"

"Yes... ah." Ding Chun hesitated and said.

"Where is she from?"

"There is information about her on Baidu Encyclopedia. She is from Beijing."

"I'll ask you again, where is she from?" Da Nan said word by word?

"..."

"Ding Chun."

"You're from Beijing, and your mother is Ling Yun, the No. 80 model in the 1s, why should I lie to you?"

Before Wang Jiulong could speak, he hung up the phone first.

Unable to get the answer he wanted, Wang Jiulong put the phone aside.He rested his head on his arms, stared at the ceiling, and continued to be in a daze.

…………

As the day of the special show is getting closer, Wang Jiulong and Zhang Jiuling are also getting busier.The day before the show started, the two of them started packing their luggage.

This time the special session was in Tianjin, he thought, if he was free after the end, he would go back to the small alley of Liuxiang to have a look.

He originally wanted to give Ding Chun a ticket, but Ding Chun said, since it is a place to support you, you have to spend money to buy a ticket.

Wang Jiulong said with a smile, then you can buy it too.

Sure enough, the moment the ticket grabbing started, within a second, the tickets were gone.

So Wang Jiulong gave Ding Chun two tickets.

On this day, Ding Chun called Ling Pan and asked her if she needed tickets?

Ling Pan originally planned to buy tickets with Bai Youyou.But Bai Youyou returned to her hometown, so she could only grab the tickets by herself.

But her hand speed was too slow, so she didn't get the ticket.

Ding Chun was like sending charcoal in a timely manner, Ling Pan didn't mention how grateful he was.

It made Ding Chun laugh at her: "You are on the way to win the role, and you are gone forever."

Ling Pan couldn't deny it.

"You haven't told him who you are yet?"

"No." Ling Pan was packing his luggage with the hands-free on his mobile phone.

"Then when are you going to say it?"

"Didn't I tell you? When will he recognize me, when will I say it?"

"He called me the day the big show ended, and he asked me, where are you from?"

Ling Pan paused: "Then what did you say?"

"I said you are from Beijing, I am not lying."

Ling Pan was silent for a moment, then chuckled lightly: "He still has a little conscience."