Love talk will eventually find its owner [Entertainment]

After Lu Qingqing was settled, Lin Lang himself was sweating.

She looked around the room, turned on the humidifier, and turned off the lights.Lu Qingqing pinched the edge of the quilt on the bed and asked, "Lang Lang, where are you going?"

Lin Lang put his index finger on his lips and made a "shh" gesture.

Lu Qingqing obediently stopped talking.Lin Lang saw it and smiled slightly.She closed the door and went back into the living room.This time, without Lu Qingqing around, she breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that all her previous sadness and hesitation had disappeared at this moment.

Lin Lang clenched a fist with one hand and pressed down on the palm of the other hand: "Well, let's eat hot pot."

The best thing about hot pot is that it can be cooked repeatedly.Lin Lang didn't bring green vegetables to Lu Qingqing just now, now he threw the mutton slices, meatballs and other things back into the pot, and threw the extra bowl into the dishwasher, and put a few slices of green vegetables into the pot along the way.The spicy and delicious smell wafted out, and her Adam's apple rolled.

Sure enough, hot pot always makes people feel happy.

When Lu Qingqing is gone tomorrow, she can invite other friends to pick out the bottom ingredients - in the future, the web drama will start filming soon, and she can also try to bring the bottom of the pot abroad to cook and eat in her free time.

There was still some whiskey left, but Lin Lang hesitated, and took beer again from the refrigerator.

The contents of the pot were cooked quickly, and the mutton slices were heated again.It has been boiled for too long, and it is a bit old, but when you taste it, there is still an indescribable taste enjoyment on the tip of your tongue.The spiciness was just right, and the hot air rolled over, with more numbness and fragrance, sweeping over Lin Lang's taste buds.The yam slices have a hint of sweetness, and the shrimp slippery has a strong umami fragrance.

Lin Lang suddenly understood that Lu Qingqing might have cried while eating mutton slices just now.

This is also very delicious.

Hot pot with beer, a foreign variety show was shown on the TV, a group of beautiful girls were tearing up and tearing recklessly in front of the camera, and it was a joy to pinch.Lin Lang sat outside the screen, excited to watch.She turned the light in the living room to the darkest level, and the TV sound was very quiet, so as not to disturb the little friend Lu who was sleeping in the guest room.As the night deepens, the heating will be turned off, but the room is still warm.Lin Lang yawned, a little sleepy, but still couldn't let go of the results of this variety show.She took the blanket, wrapped it around herself, and curled up on the sofa.

After watching for a long time, Lin Lang suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he had fallen asleep.

In the middle of the night, it was still a little cold.

She pulled the quilt and flicked the phone beside her, trying to check the time.As a result, I didn't see it at the time, and I was shocked by the Weibo message first.

Lin Lang suddenly had a bad feeling.

She opened Weibo slowly, and pulled the blanket to wrap herself more tightly.Sure enough, Lu Qingqing circled her again, and the accompanying picture was a selfie taken just now—fortunately, the pictures and captions are not too strange.

@卢青青V: And!Lang!Lang!eat!fire!pot! @actorlin lang [picture]

In the photo, Lu Qingqing hugged Lin Lang from behind, and the two sat intimately in front of the camera, both in a homely posture.The camera app comes with beauty and makeup effects. Although Lin Lang doesn't wear makeup, he still put on lipstick and eyebrows in the photo.

Looking at the photo, Lin Lang was stunned for a while.She was still leaning on the sofa, and now she had a whim, and went to a fan gathering place to search for "Qinglang cp".

Sure enough, the top dozens of posts were almost all screenshots of Lu Qingqing's Weibo, and there were a lot of people running around and screaming.Some people are quick and have already written fanfiction.Lin Lang casually clicked on a few articles and looked at them, deeply feeling that the filters used by these fans to see idols seem to be thicker than the camera's beauty effect.

Among the fans, she is just a Teddy, while Lu Qingqing is an innocent little fairy who can only chatter.

Lin Lang: "Hehe."

Lin Lang swiped his phone for a while, thought about it, and commented on Lu Qingqing's Weibo: Super!good!eat!of!

Then, she put the phone aside.

It's early morning, it's time to sleep.

Lin Lang got up to wash up.She didn't expect that when she turned her head, she saw Lu Qingqing by the living room window.Lu Qingqing didn't know when she woke up, and now she moved a stool from the dining table, sat by the French window, hugged her knees, and stared out of the window in a daze.

Lin Lang: "..." She was wrong, she shouldn't expect a drunk person to sleep well all night.

Lin Lang took the remote control and turned on the lights in the living room.Lu Qingqing noticed, turned her head to look at her, her expression was still slightly drunk, and she called softly: "Langlang."

Lin Lang said, "Why don't you sleep?"

Lu Qingqing smiled and said, "I've slept for five or six hours, and I'm already awake."

Lin Lang recalled.That's right, it's three o'clock in the morning.

She took the leftovers on the table to the kitchen to wash, and Lu Qingqing followed, as if she wanted to help but didn't know where to start.Lin Lang glanced at her and said, "Go back and lie down if you can't sleep, don't you have to get up early?"

Lu Qingqing tugged at the little vest on her body—seeing Lin Lang's gaze drifting over, she explained: "It was a little cold when I came out to sit, and I saw this on the back of the chair, so I put it on."

Lin Lang responded casually.She didn't care much about Lu Qingqing wearing her clothes.

Lu Qingqing said: "Oh, but I can't sleep, I tossed and turned."

Lin Lang commented: "Well, it's still too easy."

Lu Qingqing: "No way." She finally found the opportunity, and when Lin Lang opened the dishwasher, she quickly took out the clean dishes that had been washed.Lin Lang looked at her and didn't stop her, but said, "Is filming really too easy?"

Lu Qingqing elongated her tone, as if she was acting coquettishly: "No. Maybe before, alas, the biological clock was broken." She sighed again.

Lin Lang looked at her and stopped talking.

The night outside the window is thick, with neon lights all over the sky.

Inside the window, the two of them handed the bowls and chopsticks, and the other took things away. There seemed to be an unspeakable tacit understanding between them.Lin Lang was absent-minded, and Lu Qingqing fumbled wildly.Her parents couldn't explain it all, but when she was young, she went to the home of a classmate she had a good relationship with, and the relationship between the other's parents was harmonious, but not to the level of Lu Qingqing's parents.She sat at the dining table with her classmates and waited for a meal, watching her classmates' parents busy in the kitchen.It seems, it seems, the same, silent, but tacit understanding.

There seemed to be an indescribable atmosphere flowing between the two of them.At that time, Lu Qingqing was staring at her in a daze. The classmate next to her poked her with her mobile phone and asked her how the level of the game the two of them were playing, and whether she was reading the novel that everyone in the class was reading recently——when the two were joking , the classmate's parents served the dishes on the table, the classmate sighed and complained in a low voice: "My family is like this. My parents cook and I wash the dishes. But you are here today, so you can do it later."

Lu Qingqing smiled, but did not express her envy.

Lin Lang washed the dishes and looked at the pot on the stove.

Lu Qingqing said: "Langlang, I suddenly remembered that when we were in college, our class often went to the teaching building to cook hot pot."

Lin Lang: "Eh? Can it still be like this?"

Lu Qingqing: "That's right," she looked at the contents of the pot, "There's still a lot, I'm a little hungry..."

Lin Lang: "..." So why wash the dishes?

Lu Qingqing: "There is limited voltage in the dormitory building. I read Weibo before and said that many universities in the south have no electricity limit, otherwise I didn't send it when I returned to the south. But I am in the north. You are also in the north, right?"

Lin Lang made a "hmm".Lu Qingqing continued: "But the teaching building is fine. Let's pool some money together to buy materials, pots and induction cookers. Hey, I was so happy at that time."

Lin Lang said, "What about now?"

Lu Qingqing smiled and said, "I'm also very happy now."

Lin Lang stopped asking.

After such a call, she was not as sleepy as before.I heard from Lu Qingqing that she wanted to eat, but eating spicy food at night is not good for the stomach.

Lin Lang looked through the refrigerator and asked, "There are glutinous rice balls and dumplings, can I cook them for you?"

When she asked, she turned her back to Lu Qingqing.After hearing no response for a while, Lin Lang turned to look.

Lu Qingqing: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

Lin Lang: "——Why are you crying?"

Lu Qingqing's face changed in a second, and she was serious: "No, no, I just think it would be great if you were my mother, Lang Lang."

Lin Lang was expressionless: "Shut up, you."

Lu Qingqing smiled: "I'm just kidding." She didn't want Lang Lang to have any blood relationship with her.

Lin Lang changed the topic: "What do you want?"

Lu Qingqing: "Will the glutinous rice balls be very sweet? I am controlling the intake of powdered sugar."

Lin Lang: "How about eating dumplings?"

Lu Qingqing: "It feels like a lot of carbohydrates..."

Lin Lang: "Do you want to eat?"

Lu Qingqing: "Eat! Langlang! Please don't tell my manager or she will scold me!"

Lin Lang: "Okay, pork with cabbage. Don't talk, don't comment on stuffing."

Lu Qingqing: "..." She made a gesture of zipping her mouth.Lin Lang looked at her and couldn't help smiling.

Lu Qingqing watched as Lin Lang added water to the pot, boiled it, and added salt.Let the dumplings go down, wait for three open, and then fish them out with a colander.Lin Lang didn't seem to intend to ask her opinion, and put the dumplings directly on a small plate.

Lu Qingqing memorized in her heart: "Lang Lang likes to eat dry food."

Lin Lang: "Okay, do you want green onions and coriander?"

Lu Qingqing: "Yes!"

So Lin Lang took shallots and parsley, diced a little bit, threw them into a small bowl, and then took out the ingredients to make a seasoning.Finally, a small spoonful of oil was burned in the pot, and it was poured into a bowl after it was heated. With a sound of "stab", a spicy fragrance came out of the bowl.

Lin Lang pondered: "Isn't it not for her to eat spicy food? Why should I add dried chili to it?"

She shook her head and signaled Lu Qingqing to take out the ingredients and dumplings.She stayed by herself and cleaned the kitchen.

When she came out of the kitchen, Lu Qingqing was still taking 360-degree photos of the dumpling plate.Lin Lang leaned against the wall and looked at her for a while, Lu Qingqing noticed it, stroked her hair embarrassedly, and said, "I'll start eating now."

Lin Lang said: "Take care of it after eating, I'll go to bed first."

Lu Qingqing smiled and said, "Okay."

With this episode, when Lin Lang woke up in the morning, he always felt that he didn't sleep well at night.She sat up, put on her clothes, and wandered to the kitchen.

He saw Lu Qingqing sitting at the dining table with plates and bowls in front of him.

Lin Lang: "...you didn't sleep?!"

Lu Qingqing looked up at her.

After staying up for half the night and playing with the phone for half the night, Lu Qingqing's eyes were bloodshot.Even so, when she looked up at Lin Lang, she still showed unspeakable beauty.

Lin Lang was in a complicated mood.

There are so many faces in the world, honesty does not deceive me.

Lu Qingqing said slowly: "Langlang, I feel like I feel at home here." She ate the dumplings, and when she was halfway through eating, she cried again.It seems to be releasing the pressure before, and it is more like mourning the hazy relationship between himself and Lin Lang that has never begun and is about to end.

She felt that she had already slept, and at most she woke up earlier, so she was not sleepy.

But now, the rising sun bloomed behind her, covering Lu Qingqing's face with a thin layer of golden light.

Lin Lang: "Please go to bed." The kindergarten teacher went online again, "Yesterday you mentioned that the assistant would pick you up at 45 o'clock, and now there is still an hour. You can sleep for [-] minutes."

Lu Qingqing: "Hmm." Slowly poked the plate with the chopsticks.

Lin Lang: "Just take a nap?" What kind of weird algorithm is this.

Lu Qingqing: "Yes, but I'm really not sleepy." Why do you think Lang Lang is so imposing all of a sudden?

Lin Lang developed a mysterious sideline, urging: "Lie down for a while if you don't sleep. Which brand are you going to shoot today?" Lu Qingqing only told her the location, but there are quite a few studios in the commercial building.

Lu Qingqing had a strange feeling of being controlled, but she only found it novel, not annoying.She answered Lin Lang's words, and Lin Lang looked affirmative, and said, "There was a gossip before, haven't you heard of it? The photographer his family hired is the kind of 'artist' who has a lot of things and complicated requirements. Is it true?" Those who have won many awards don’t care too much about a small order. If he thinks you look bad and didn’t prepare carefully, he might not make a good shot.”

Lu Qingqing: "This is too unprofessional."

Lin Lang: "—I'm threatening the children, not to pour dirty water on them, so don't talk nonsense."

The little girl Lu Qingqing paused, and raised her hand cooperatively: "Mr. Lin, I want to play with Mr. Lin, and I don't want to sleep."

The corner of Lin Lang's mouth twitched, "Forget it, what do you want for breakfast?"

Lu Qingqing was in high spirits: "I'll cook for Teacher Lin!" as if he was addicted to role-playing.

Lin Lang had a headache and waved his hand: "I'm going to wash up."

Lu Qingqing looked at her back.

Lin Lang may or may not know.

But just now, when the morning light first broke out, the golden light still fell not only on Lu Qingqing's body, but also on Lin Lang's eyebrows and eyes.

At that moment, Lu Qingqing felt that her heart was beating faster and faster.The morning light outlined Lin Lang's face, and gilded the ends of her hair with golden light.She had countless things she wanted to say to Lin Lang, and there were countless things she kept in her heart—how many times, Lu Qingqing almost blurted out, but seeing the tenderness and trust in Lin Lang's eyes, Lu Qingqing was still trembling Slowly retract your thoughts, like a snail retracting its tentacles.

She feels that she is a snail, and she loves to curl up her whole body in the shell, regardless of the outside world.

When Lin Lang finished washing, Lu Qingqing was cooking porridge in the kitchen.

She wants to eat rice balls and pan-fried buns!

The longer I come to the capital, the more I miss the taste of my hometown.It's a pity that Lin Lang didn't have anything here, not even the raw materials, so she had to grab a handful of rice, and then order some food, preparing to cook vegetable and lean meat porridge, with some side dishes.

Lin Lang asked: "It smells so good, what are you doing?"

Startled by the sudden voice behind her, Lu Qingqing turned to look at Lin Lang.

Lin Lang didn't realize it, and walked to her side: "Porridge? You're so hardworking."

Lu Qingqing smiled: "Yes, what do you usually eat in the morning?"

Lin Lang: "Oatmeal, soy milk. Well, sometimes I go downstairs to buy fried dough sticks. The hot and spicy soup here is also good, although the taste is not the same as my hometown."

Lu Qingqing showed a complicated expression, as if saying "you northerners".

Lin Lang: "When I was in middle school, I often drank porridge. There are small carts on the side of the road, which is very convenient."

Lu Qingqing: "Sounds good."

Lin Lang said "hmm", "I'll wait for you."

Lu Qingqing's heart began to beat faster again.

She took a deep breath, a deep breath, and felt like she was going to explode.Lin Lang Mingming only said one very ordinary sentence, but she thought of a very unusual scene.Lu Qingqing was absent-minded and felt that she was hopeless.Obviously, she thought well before, she and Langlang just need to be friends.In the future, the distance between two people will get farther and farther, and the relationship will always fade away—it's not like it is now.

After answering a phone call, she ran to Lin Lang's house, making supper and breakfast alone.

Lu Qingqing angrily stirred the pot with a spoon, thinking: "Isn't this something that couples do?" What exactly was Lin Lang thinking.

When this question came up, she seemed to suddenly realize it, and she suddenly realized it.

The snail's tentacles retracted because someone touched it.Lu Qingqing felt uncomfortable because Lin Lang silently rejected her by the Chong'an River.

But what if, what if Lin Lang wasn't that firm?Otherwise, it would be like that, and Lang Lang suddenly called her and asked her to come to his home.

Lu Qingqing blinked, and looked sideways at Lin Lang who was sitting at the dining table playing with his mobile phone.

The tide in her heart began to surge again.

Faster and more intense than before.

But Lin Lang was ignorant of this.

The author has something to say: Thank you @周一小小很很很雷雷! !

Sorry I am not a fraud! !I really felt that I could write a confession QAQ yesterday

In fact, this one almost... braked again, but fortunately, Qingqing's mentality was turned back later!

ps. Tomorrow V![-]D more!

Probably, maybe maybe [-]% can definitely confess... right. (In a blink of an eye, the progress will be more than halfway, how can I encounter setbacks and strengthen my relationship after not confessing! Make a fist!)

right!If you have seen this, do you want to give the scumbag author a pre-acceptance for the next article, which is "The Queen Doesn't Want to Fall in Love" in the column.

One sentence brief introduction is: Diva doesn't want to fall in love, but the president wants to fall in love with Diva.

The president is subject to_(:з」∠)_