It had been cut in half long ago, and the program group was poor, so they couldn't afford to invite popular artists, and most of the people who participated in this program were not well-known duds.
He didn't take it seriously until one day he actually saw that young man in the profile of a rival company.
It turned out to be the word Lin.
Duan Changke doesn't often recall the past, but now that he thinks about it, it's just because of the overly depressed voice on the other end of the phone that night.
In fact, he had no other thoughts, he just thought that it was very cold that day, maybe he could call someone over.
Two people are always better than one.
But the other party still took the initiative after arriving - as if he didn't do that, he felt he owed himself something.
He thought of Fang Lin that night, he felt like he was about to cry when he entered the door, but he insisted on holding back, pretending nothing happened.
Duan Changke also felt impulsive that night. He actually had a lot of things to say, such as telling him the truth, telling him that he knew his grandmother's situation, and that he didn't have to keep some things in his heart. He could try to tell himself.
But every time he wanted to tell Fang Lin all this, he felt that his position was really strange, saying that he was carrying it, but he couldn't find an outlet to say it.
Duan Changke felt that Fang Lin would always present himself with an illusion.
The illusion had been there from the beginning, and suddenly became apparent one night.
It was before, and it was last night.
On many nights, the corners of his eyes were always slightly red because of himself.
So at some point, he began to want to lean over and kiss him.
For example, the night when I hooked my leg and said I wanted it, or the rainy night when I sneaked out in the villa area and wanted to ask for a hug from me.
He didn't understand why Fang Lin wanted to snatch his own cigarette, just like he didn't understand why Fang Lin bit his lip and refused to kiss him when he was emotional.
Fang Lin seemed to be so obsessed with everything about him, if he didn't lean over and kiss him at this moment, he would wither because of loss - but Duan Changke knew that he wouldn't.
He will not be sad because of losing a kiss, even if he takes off his shelter, he can bloom a flawless flower from the unknown soil.
He didn't take it seriously until one day he actually saw that young man in the profile of a rival company.
It turned out to be the word Lin.
Duan Changke doesn't often recall the past, but now that he thinks about it, it's just because of the overly depressed voice on the other end of the phone that night.
In fact, he had no other thoughts, he just thought that it was very cold that day, maybe he could call someone over.
Two people are always better than one.
But the other party still took the initiative after arriving - as if he didn't do that, he felt he owed himself something.
He thought of Fang Lin that night, he felt like he was about to cry when he entered the door, but he insisted on holding back, pretending nothing happened.
Duan Changke also felt impulsive that night. He actually had a lot of things to say, such as telling him the truth, telling him that he knew his grandmother's situation, and that he didn't have to keep some things in his heart. He could try to tell himself.
But every time he wanted to tell Fang Lin all this, he felt that his position was really strange, saying that he was carrying it, but he couldn't find an outlet to say it.
Duan Changke felt that Fang Lin would always present himself with an illusion.
The illusion had been there from the beginning, and suddenly became apparent one night.
It was before, and it was last night.
On many nights, the corners of his eyes were always slightly red because of himself.
So at some point, he began to want to lean over and kiss him.
For example, the night when I hooked my leg and said I wanted it, or the rainy night when I sneaked out in the villa area and wanted to ask for a hug from me.
He didn't understand why Fang Lin wanted to snatch his own cigarette, just like he didn't understand why Fang Lin bit his lip and refused to kiss him when he was emotional.
Fang Lin seemed to be so obsessed with everything about him, if he didn't lean over and kiss him at this moment, he would wither because of loss - but Duan Changke knew that he wouldn't.
He will not be sad because of losing a kiss, even if he takes off his shelter, he can bloom a flawless flower from the unknown soil.
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