After wearing it back, I have no feeling for Lao Gong

"You're welcome." Jiang Jiao said simply.

The girl obviously didn't see that he didn't want to talk, she saw sharply that only one button was on in the elevator.

It is the film and television hall on the fifth floor.

So she asked happily, "Are you also here to catch up with the "Last Survivor II" in the early morning?"

Jiang Jiao nodded, "Yes."

Just one word, cold and cold, it looks like a person who doesn't talk much.

The extroverted girl wanted to say more, but the girl next to her pulled her hand, implying that her companion was almost enough, and the others didn't seem to want to talk much.

The elevator goes up very fast, but it takes a while to reach the fifth floor.

"You go first." Jiang Jiao said after the ladder door opened.

The five people who went together walked out of the elevator one after another, and the one who walked last was a taller boy.

When walking out, he subconsciously glanced at Minglian. Just now he knew that there was another person there, but he was blocked, and that person kept silent.

But judging from his position, he should be the one who helped them hold down the elevator door, so now this boy wants to see people.

He took advantage of his height to look through the cracks.

Ming Lian was still pressing the elevator button, but even though he was wearing sunglasses, he was standing facing the door, and the other party saw his profile when he passed by.

In the elevator in the early morning, the lights were not as bright as in the daytime, but the young man's skin as white as porcelain jade was very conspicuous, as delicate as frost and snow, and his lips were a little pale, like the sunset glow in the sky that was about to fade.

The curvature of the side face is impeccable, and the front face is not bad at a glance.

The boy paused after stepping out of the elevator. He seemed to have seen that person somewhere before.

"Dajun, hurry up and follow." But at this moment, his companion called him.

The boy continued to walk forward, and the doubts in his mind became thicker and thicker like black ink dripping in water.

Even though it is early morning, the film and television hall is full of people, bustling with people in small groups, many people hold popcorn and drinks in their hands, and look forward to the electronic wall clock on the wall.

"We came a little early." Minglian glanced at the clock.

It's only 11:30 now, even if you check the ticket 5 minutes before the opening, you still have to wait 25 minutes.

"If we don't wait until we get the tickets, let's take a stroll up there. There's a game city up there." Jiang Jiao made a suggestion.

Minglian: "Alright, you can go get the tickets first."

So Jiang Jiao went to collect the tickets.

The boy who went to the ticket office with his companion before heard a pair of little sisters saying:

"Those scumbags are always attacking me, Teacher Ming, and their eyes are so red that they bleed. It's not because they are jealous of his rising career in recent years."

"That is, such a famous, talented, good-looking and young screenwriter, if you search around the circle with a lantern, you can only find one."

"I love his good looks, but rather than being a star, I still want him to be a screenwriter hehe."

The boy who passed by the pair of little sisters stopped abruptly. He hurriedly took out his phone, quickly unlocked the lock screen, and started scrolling through the chat history.

After a while, a photo sent by a member of the group came into view.

It was a candid photo taken like an artist's photo of a celebrity. A young man in a white sweater was standing on the side of the road, holding a blue water bottle in his hand.

He cast his eyes into the distance, and the sun fell on his side face, like scattered gold, there was a kind of tranquility of the years.

This side face is no different from the person I saw in the elevator just now.

The boy named Dajun gradually became short of breath, and he didn't even hear his companion calling him a few times.

"Dajun, Bingbing asked you what you want to drink, why are you so dazed?" Another boy ran over.

Hao Jun raised his mobile phone, pointed to the photo for a while, and then pointed in the direction of the elevator. His face was completely red, but he didn't speak.

"What's wrong with you? Convulsions?" The boy was puzzled.

"Just now in the elevator, that person..." Hao Jun spoke a little awkwardly, and said that he walked there quickly.

His companion was full of question marks and followed him.

Minglian found a corner to wait for Jiang Jiao, because there were people all around him, so he could only stand facing the corner, as if facing the wall and thinking about his past.

"Hello." At this moment, a timid male voice came from behind.

Ming Lian, who was checking how many vacancies were left in "The Last of Us II" with his mobile phone, paused with his fingertips.

Minglian tilted his head slightly, not surprisingly, the boy standing next to him was wearing the same clothes as one of the people in the elevator.

"Mr. Ming, is that you?"

The people with him were stunned for a moment, and then there was a low exclamation.

It seems to be recognized now.

Minglian could only nod with a smile, the smile was helpless no matter how you look at it, "It's me, can you keep it secret for me?"

"Okay, okay, I will keep it secret for you, and I won't tell anyone!!"

"Me too, me too, I will keep it a secret!!"

Young people in their early 20s are full of vitality and vigor.

"Mr. Ming, I like your scripts so much. Whether it's a TV series or a movie, I've watched all of them!" Hao Jun said urgently, his eyes sparkling.

"Mr. Ming, I read "The Last Survivor" three times, and every time I re-read it, I found new foreshadowings. I am super looking forward to the second part tonight!"

Ming Lian is already familiar with how to respond to fans' enthusiasm, "Thank you, I don't think I will disappoint you tonight."

The two boys wanted to say something, but at this moment, one of them saw a tall figure approaching.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be another man who had been in the elevator before.

Just as Jiang Jiao got the tickets, he saw Minglian surrounded by two people, and he recognized them as the two boys in the elevator.

"Ming Lian." Although Jiang Jiao called Ming Lian, his eyes were as sharp as eagles, but he looked straight at the two people beside Ming Lian.

Like a vicious dog guarding the territory, although it doesn't bark its teeth, it has a terrifying aura.

The average person is intimidated long ago, but fans are strange creatures, tough and passionate, sometimes invincible.

"It's a pity that I don't have a pen with me, otherwise I must ask Teacher Ming to sign it."

"Then take a photo! Teacher Ming, can we take a photo with you?"

Therefore, Jiang Jiao, who had just walked over, became Mo De's emotional tool man, helping the three of them take pictures.

After taking the photo, in order to avoid being recognized again, Ming Lian and Jiang Jiao went upstairs to the dimly lit game hall.

They stayed there for half an hour, waited for the movie to start playing below, and only went downstairs after making sure the lights had been turned off.

Ming Lian held a popcorn bucket in his hand, and Jiang Jiao entered the arena together with two drinks. When the two checked the tickets, the ticket inspector froze for a while, and then tore up the tickets excitedly.

When Ming Lian passed him, the ticket inspector whispered, "Teacher Ming, the flag has won."

"Thank you."

Although it is early in the morning, the cinema hall is full.

The two seats were in the last row, and Jiang Jiao put the drink into the cup holder.When the coffee was about to be placed in the tray, for some reason, Jiang Jiao's right hand suddenly trembled.

He almost lost his grip on the coffee in his hand, Minglian quickly grabbed it.

Annoyance flashed in Jiang Jiao's eyes, "Sorry, I slipped my hand just now."

Minglian didn't speak, his eyes fell on Jiang Jiao's right forearm, thoughtful.

Just at this moment, the screen on the big screen in front of him changed, and a huge bat flew over it. Jiang Jiao took a tight breath, and sat down slowly after about two seconds.

When "The Last Survivor" was released, the original Jiang Jiao booked several scenes in one go, but he actually watched the film on the computer.

The effect of watching it in a movie theater was too shocking, and he couldn't bear the stimulation, so he could only watch it on the balcony with sufficient light during the day.

Ming Lian had confidence in the script he had written, so he wasn't at all surprised when exclamations sounded in the theater one after another.

Suddenly, his palm was tightly grasped.

Minglian's thick eyelashes trembled, and his gaze slid down from the big screen and fell on the person beside him.

In the light and shadow changes of the big screen in front of him, Ming Lian saw Jiang Jiao's pale face, his jawline was tense, and he looked straight ahead, as if he was facing an enemy.

The other party didn't seem to notice his subconscious actions.Minglian tried to stretch out his hand, but the other party's grip was too tight, to no avail.

There was a flash of light and shadow in front of him, and the person beside him trembled violently, and his grip on the well-articulated big one became even tighter.

Minglian lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, and finally let out an inaudible sigh.

The people around him didn't notice this slightly compromised sigh.

From the beginning to the end, "The Last Survivor II" has no urine points throughout the whole process, and the plot is even more ups and downs. The hearts of the audience are affected by the big screen throughout.

Until the end of the film, the heroine looked back with relief in despair, as if it was the magic that lifted the curse, pulling everyone back to reality at once.

The ending song plays.

"The Last of Us II" has come to an end.

The movie hall suddenly exploded, and there were many discussions. Before the surrounding lights were turned on, Ming Lian stood up, and his hand was held by Jiang Jiao all the time. This brought Jiang Jiao up.

Jiang Jiao quickly let go of Minglian's hand as if waking up from a dream.

The two left first.

It wasn't until he got on the elevator that Jiang Jiao came back to his senses completely. He moved his right hand, and he could still feel a lingering warmth in his palm.

When he was in the movie theater just now, he seemed to hold Minglian's hand.Jiang Jiao's heart beat like a drum thinking.

The heart in the chest was beating faster and faster, like a heavy hammer, every time it hammered out a jump of joy that made people want to cry with excitement.

Jiang Jiao vaguely felt that the sky had become a dividing line, and his relationship with Minglian had changed.

An inexplicable, vague, hazy, but real change.

The elevator arrived with a ding.

"The movie is very good. Let me first wish you a great box office hit." Jiang Jiao began to look for topics.

"Thank you, but if you're afraid of watching this kind of suspenseful and scary movie, you really don't have to force it." Ming Lian noticed that Jiang Jiao was sweating after the whole movie.

Jiang Jiao said in a muffled voice, "No force."

On the street in the early morning, there are fewer vehicles than in the daytime, and the hustle and bustle of the city gathers in the stores with neon lights, and the road is somewhat quiet.

On the way back, Jiang Jiao kept looking for topics, and Minglian responded once or twice. The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat similar to the outside.

Half an hour later, the vehicle was parked in the apartment's underground garage.

Both of them were on the same floor. After the elevator arrived, Jiang Jiao's Adam's apple twitched when he saw the slender figure in front of him.

On the way back from the movie theater, Jiang Jiao had a feeling——

Tonight, he might be able to go one step further!

Uneasy, nervous, hesitant, with a little bit of excitement and anticipation.

When Minglian walked to the door of his house, Jiang Jiao finally couldn't help it, "Minglian."

This sound is low and deep, mixed with countless emotions, like a fish swimming against the current under the tide.

Brave, and has a reckless solitary courage.

Minglian turned around and looked back, not far away was a tall figure standing a few meters away from him, with shocking strong emotions rolling in his eyes.

Time seemed to freeze in the gaze.

"Dah." The overhead lights went out.

The corridor of the apartment is not fully enclosed, there are railings like floor-to-ceiling windows, the moonlight slips in from the outside, and falls deep and shallow on the floor.

"Ming Lian, I, I want to be your other half, is that okay?" After three years, Jiang Jiao mustered up the courage to say this again.

His eyes were eager, as if dancing with two never-ending flames.

The moment the lights came on, Jiang Jiao saw the slender young man slowly showing a faint smile, "If you fail, I will kick you away."