no one knows i love you

Lin Yan's residence is a small two-story villa. There are other celebrities living in this villa area, and the security environment is good.

However, the location is not as good as the apartment in Han Ji's city center, and it is not convenient enough to travel.

Almost all the items in the refrigerator had expired, so Lin Yan took out two bottles of water and gave Han Ji one.

"Are you really here to catch me? Are you leaving now?"

Han Ji took the water and took a sip to dilute the sweetness in his mouth: "I came back to do some errands and stopped by to see you, but the surveillance at the door showed that you were moving, so I had to come here and wait for you."

"You're arresting me, it's too scary." Lin Yan felt lingering fear in his heart, "Why did you have such aura just now? You don't know how handsome you are, just standing there, full of momentum, Brother Qiang is scared." His black eyes were filled with admiration, and he looked extremely sincere.

Rao is Han Ji who is used to being flattered by him, so if he meets such a pair of eyes, he will inevitably be pleased.

Han Ji looked at him, and suddenly called out: "Lin Yan..."

"Huh?" Lin Yan stopped drinking water and looked up at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes.Dazed big eyes, clean and clear, such as crystal clear.

Han Ji smiled, thinking why did he have such a ridiculous idea just now?

Sister Mei is right, a man always has some inappropriate self-confidence, and always thinks that others like him.

Han Ji smiled brightly, and said slowly, "Stop lying to others in the future."

Lin Yan's big eyes rolled around, and he looked around and said, "Are you in a hurry? Let's go after eating together."

Before Han Ji could answer, Lin Yan's cell phone rang.

"Wait for me for a while." Lin Yan went out with his mobile phone.

Han Ji supported the suitcase in the living room with one hand, planning to help Lin Yan take it to the cloakroom upstairs.

Although it may seem to Lin Yan that he is here for the second time, in fact Han Ji is already very familiar with this place.At the beginning, Lin Yan's legs were not flexible, so he helped introduce the designer to improve the decoration.

Going upstairs, Han Ji discovered that a password was set in the cloakroom.

However, Han Ji knew the password Lin Yan used frequently.

After trying twice, the moment the door opened, Han Ji realized that he had gone the wrong way.

This is not a cloakroom, but a studio.

It's no secret that Lin Yan can draw, and he even worked as an art director for a collaborative film.

After the accident, Lin Yan shifted his focus to script creation, and rarely used animation pens.

Han Ji put his luggage at the door and walked in out of curiosity.

He remembered that when he was helping Lin Yan clean up his belongings, Lin Ke said that Lin Yan had destroyed some of his paintings.

It is said that Lin Yan was in a very low mood at that time, and locked himself in the room for a long time.

After being depressed for a long time, Han Ji couldn't remember it. In his impression, Lin Yan didn't seem to have such a big emotional ups and downs.

The studio is a bit messy, which is in line with his stereotype of an artist. Unused brushes and watercolor paints are thrown on the floor randomly, and the table is also in a mess. There are several watercolor paintings and sketches on the wall. These works Han Ji used to seen.

The sketch of the character on the drawing board has no face, so it should be unfinished.

Lin Yan is indeed versatile. He likes to play and has a wide range of interests. He is engaged in art, music, and can also write scripts.

Han Ji used to think that such a person should be unqualified, know a little bit about everything, and not specialize in everything, but later found that Lin Yan was just too smart.

Han Ji flipped through the sketchbook on his desk, and there were more than a dozen paintings in it without faces.

He turned around and glanced at the sketch of the figure on the drawing board. It turned out that Lin Yan drew the same person, to be exact, the same man.

The men's dressing sense is freely developed by Lin Yan, suits, Hanfu, British, European style, punk...

There were even naked ones—

But I have to say, it's really pretty.

The lines are natural and smooth, and even without a face, it can be seen that he is a handsome and extraordinary man.

Is this an anime image?

Or is it a reflection of someone in reality?

What kind of man can make Lin Yan worship so much?

Han Ji didn't even know that other than him, Lin Yan had other close relationships...

Han Ji looked at the sketch portrait in front of him, and there was a sound in his head, and the sketches in his hands were scattered on the ground.

The fog that he could not unravel seemed to dissipate suddenly, and the truth was clearly presented before his eyes.

……

After Lin Yan made the phone call, he found that Han Ji was not in the living room.

After going upstairs, the moment Lin Yan saw the luggage at the door of the studio, Lin Yan felt that the blood in his whole body was congealed.

He walked over quickly and looked at Han Ji's back. His brain seemed to be hit hard by a stone hammer. He stood by the door in a daze, his head buzzing, as if he had lost all ability to think.

Lin Yan thinks that liking Han Ji is nothing, people have room to hide, as long as he doesn't tell, no one will know, he can always be Han Ji's best friend.

But now this fig leaf has been peeled off, and the dirty thoughts he tried to hide are completely exposed.

At that moment, Lin Yan seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, his whole body was cold and powerless.

Lin Yan's mind went blank, and he tried to speak several times, but couldn't make it out. He tried his best to calm himself down, then walked over slowly, knelt down to pick up the paintings that fell on the ground.

Hearing the movement behind him, Han Ji turned around and knelt down to help: "Sorry, my hand is loose."

Lin Yan lowered his head, took the painting handed over by Han Ji, and smiled with difficulty: "It's okay, and...it's not a painting by a famous artist."

The two picked it up silently, and there was an inexplicably awkward atmosphere in the air.

When the last picture was left, the two reached out together. It was a sketch of a half-naked man, and Han Ji withdrew his hand.

Lin Yan picked up the painting, he raised his head, tried his best to maintain a normal mood, and said dryly: "Brother Qiang said... I'm going to make up the photo, today... I can't have dinner with you."

"It's okay, I'm going back to the set too."

Seeing his brows stretched, Lin Yan seemed to be secretly relieved.

He couldn't remember how Han Ji left, Lin Yan was dazed, his mind was blurred, and he sat in the studio for the whole afternoon.

Looking at the sketch without a face in front of him, Lin Yan raised his slender fingers slightly, but at the moment of touching, he retracted his hand as if it was burned.

The sky outside the window seemed to be on fire, magnificent and gorgeous like a flame, and the golden-red light cast a hazy outline on Lin Yan's face.

There was a long shadow dragging under Lin Yan's feet, the room was exceptionally quiet, the air seemed to have stopped flowing, only the rustling of paintbrushes.

He was a little ignorant until that handsome face was completely presented in front of him, which burned his nerves instantly, and the paintbrush in his hand suddenly dropped.

……

Lin Yan is sick.

The next afternoon, because he couldn't get in touch, Qiao Zhiqiang found Lin Yan lying on the bed when he came to find someone.