Can't beat the list

The communication between the two these days was much less than the previous few days, but Song Tingyi didn't have a sofa to sleep for too long.The reason is that Luo Yao needs to go back to Shangjiang to participate in the recording of the New Year's Eve party on December 12, and also participate in the recording of a variety show on January 30.

The first class cabin of the plane is not small, Luo Yao slightly lowered the back of the seat, chewing gum in his mouth.

It is 03:30 in the afternoon.

There was a tight gap between the time for the plane to take off and the time for work to finish in the afternoon. The three of them dragged their suitcases and rushed to get on the plane after sweating all over.

Luo Yao really doesn't like flying.His ear pressure is relatively unstable compared to ordinary people. He often suffers from tinnitus and flatulence after boarding the plane, which can only be relieved by chewing gum all the way.

If it weren't for the need to arrive before eight o'clock for this New Year's Eve party, Luo Yao would prefer to take the high-speed train back.The high-speed rail runs steadily, and it travels on flat ground all the way, so he won't have tinnitus and other phenomena, and he can enjoy the scenery outside the window all the way. In his eyes, the high-speed rail is much more comfortable than the plane.

Song Tingyi sat beside Luo Yao, watching the flight attendant pushing the cart towards them.The young lady first poured juice for Lin Jianshen in the back row, stared at Song Tingyi for a while, and asked them politely and gently in English what they wanted to drink.

Luo Yao frowned and said nothing, Song Tingyi smiled at the flight attendant: "Two glasses of mineral water, thank you."

The flight attendant was stunned, as if she was embarrassed by what she had just done, she quickly poured them two glasses of water and handed them over.

Luo Yao stuck the water glass in the groove on the small table and didn't drink.

Song Tingyi took a sip and put down his water glass.Although Luo Yao was very generous to his entourage, he always gave him the same treatment as Lin Jianshen in whatever cabin he was in.Even though the toilets in the first-class cabin are much less used than those in the economy class, so they are much cleaner, but he still doesn’t like to go to the bathroom on public transportation such as airplanes and high-speed trains.

Luo Yao didn't seem to be feeling well, he straightened up slightly, took out a small pack of tissues from his pocket, took out one, spit out the tasteless chewing gum in his mouth, picked up the cup and took a sip, using swallowing instead of chewing Chewing gum relieves tinnitus.

He seemed a little bored, stared at Song Tingyi for a while, and broke the invisible barrier between the two of them in the past few days: "Which one of your parents is a foreigner?"

Song Tingyi turned his head to look at him, not worried: "My mother."

"Oh." Luo Yao nodded, as if dissatisfied that the topic ended so briefly, "Then your mother is British?"

It may be because the English sentence that the flight attendant asked Song Tingyi just now suddenly aroused Luo Yao's curiosity about his life experience, and Song Tingyi did not feel disgusted by this curiosity.After all, this does not involve any personal privacy.It seemed that many people would subconsciously communicate with him in English when they saw his appearance since childhood. He smiled and said, "No. She is Italian."

"Italy?" Luo Yao seemed a little surprised, "I've never been there."

Song Tingyi turned his head, took a sip from the water glass, lowered his eyes halfway, the light coming in from the window hit his face, highlighting the Europeanized aspect of his bones just right.The corners of the brow bone and nasal bone are perfect, and the long and curly eyelashes cover his eyes like a fan.

"I haven't been there for a long time." Song Tingyi said.

But Luo Yao only felt that just looking at the statue-like side face of the person in front of him, he seemed to have come to Italy, and carefully studied the sculptures of the Renaissance in the museum.

"When can we go together?"

Song Tingyi raised his eyes and turned to look at Luo Yao.But the man didn't seem like he was joking at all.Those dog eyes with slightly drooping eye tails were looking at him seriously at this moment, there was no doubt about it.

He wanted to agree to Luo Yao's proposal very much, and the inexplicable feeling in his heart seemed to burst out of his chest in the next second.

He pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled, turned his head and sat down, but still did not respond to Luo Yao.

Four hours later, the plane landed smoothly.

Song Tingyi pulled the suitcase and stared at the two cars in the parking lot in a daze.

Luo Yao took the car keys from Lin Jianshen, turned on the black Cayenne beside him, and pushed the trolley case in his hand towards Lin Jianshen: "I'm going first."

Song Tingyi watched Luo Yao open the car door, start the car, rub the steering wheel after warming up for a while, and drive away, a little dazed.

"What... is he going to do?"

"Boss, go directly to the TV station." Lin Jianshen walked towards a seven-seater commercial vehicle with a suitcase in one hand, "I'll take you to the boss first."

"To his house?" Song Tingyi was even more confused, but subconsciously dragged his suitcase and followed Lin Jianshen to the back of the commercial vehicle, "Aren't you going to the TV station with him?"

The trunk was opened, and Lin Jianshen put the suitcase inside: "The manager is waiting for him at the TV station. This time, he will only stay in Shangjiang for one night. The boss means that you should not go home. He has business tomorrow. I need your help."

Song Tingyi lifted the suitcase, avoiding Lin Jianshen's hand who wanted to help carry the suitcase, smiled at him, arranged the three suitcases neatly, and followed into the car without further words.

Since I only come back for one day, I really don't need to go home, lest the kid at home will be happy in vain.

The airport is not far from Luo Yao's house.

Song Tingyi only fell asleep for a moment before being called out by Lin Jianshen.

He pulled the suitcase and raised his wrist to check the time.It is now 48:[-] in the evening. In Shangjiang, a cosmopolitan city, this time should be the time when people’s rich nightlife begins, but there are few people in the villas in front of us at this moment, and there are no feasting shops around. There are only a few supermarkets, convenience stores and some bookstores.

After he returned from Italy, he has settled in Shangjiang for more than ten years, but he has never been to this place.

It seems that Luo Yao does not live in the bustling urban area near the inner ring, but in this suburban area where public transportation is relatively inconvenient and sparsely populated.

He followed Lin Jianshen into the community, and after some detours, he stood in front of Luo Yao's house.

The entire villa has two floors, surrounded by a low fence, and a small door is opened in the middle of the courtyard.

Lin Jianshen entered the password, and after searching for a long time in the entrance, he found a pair of slippers and handed them to Song Tingyi.

Song Tingyi changed into his slippers and carried his suitcase into the living room, but Lin Jianshen was still standing at the entrance.

"Aren't you coming in?" He was a little confused.

Lin Jianshen shook his head: "I'm going back to my home."

Song Tingyi snorted, but didn't find it strange: "Which room do I live in?"

The person standing at the entrance was stunned: "I don't know, the boss didn't say anything. It should be all right except his room. Why don't you just find a room on the first floor. The second floor is usually his private space. Usually I’m never allowed to go to the second floor.”

Lin Jianshen rubbed his hands together: "Well, I'm leaving first. If you have any questions, please call me."

Song Tingyi really couldn't think of anything for a while, so he nodded, "I'm sorry, Lin Zhu."

Luo Yao's house is very clean, with white and gray as the main tone. The whole villa is very large, but it doesn't feel messy at all. Everything is packed up and looks neat.

There was only one room on the entire first floor. Song Tingyi opened the door and looked. There was only a retro-looking single iron frame bed inside.

He moved the suitcase into the room, went into the bathroom and turned around, and put the small bottles of toiletries he brought with him in there.

After washing up, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at the stubble on his chin. After struggling for a while, he still called Lin Jianshen.

The phone was quickly picked up.

"Mr. Song, what's the matter?"

"That, Lin Zhu," Song Tingyi pinched the phone and glanced at the wall clock in the living room, "Does Luo Yao have an electric shaver at home?"

"Electric shaver?" Lin Jianshen didn't seem to understand his question.

"It's like this. I just found out that my razor blade needs to be replaced, but I didn't bring a spare blade." Song Tingyi chose to lie and didn't tell the story of Luo Yao personally shaving him that day, "So I I want to ask."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: "I don't know, the boss almost never lets me go to his house, so I don't know where he keeps his things."

Song Tingyi snorted, and was about to ask Luo Yao's house for the lock code, so he changed his clothes and went to the convenience store opposite the community to have a look, but the other end of the phone hurriedly said: "Mr. The old master's door lock code is temporary, the kind that becomes invalid after use, and none of us know what the code is!"

Song Tingyi held his phone and froze for a moment: "Oh, okay, I'm sorry to trouble you."

After the phone was hung up, Song Tingyi collapsed on the gray fabric sofa with some powerlessness.

The chandelier above the head is simple in style, embedded in the white ceiling, which seems a bit lonely for no reason.

Song Tingyi raised his head and looked around.There is only a simple sofa and a light gray coffee table in the huge living room, and a small blind box of the "My Emperor Wanshui" series is placed next to the TV on the TV cabinet.There was only a small table in the dining room, and the four chairs beside the table were neatly pushed under the table, only the backs of the chairs holding the dark gray leather were exposed.

According to what Lin Jianshen said, when Luo Yao was not working, he basically lived alone in this house.

Song Tingyi suddenly felt a little curious.

The Luo Yao he saw was the radiant, but somewhat vicious image, but he felt that the Luo Yao who lived in this house was the one who was hidden in the deepest place by him and most resembled Luo Yao. .

Is he lonely?Song Tingyi thought.

He couldn't remember when he fell asleep.

Song Tingyi was woken up by the sound of closing the door.He frowned, leaning on the back of the sofa to relieve the numbness in his waist for a moment, and stood up, seeing Luo Yao undo the first button of his shirt collar, looking at him with some fatigue, "Why are you sleeping here?"

"Oh, I just lay down for a while and accidentally fell asleep."

Luo Yao hummed, went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, and messed up the hair that had been styled with hairspray.

He took a sip of mineral water, looked at Song Tingyi who was sitting still on the sofa, and tentatively asked, "Are you waiting for me?"

"Yeah." The numbness in the waist finally faded, Song Tingyi stood up, "I want to ask if you have an electric shaver at home."

He watched Luo Yao put down the water glass and frowned for a while, "There should be." He said, "I'll look for it."

Before Song Tingyi could stop him, Luo Yao walked up to him in a few steps and opened the coffee table.

Only then did he realize that this tea table turned out to be a small storage cabinet.

Luo Yao took out a box inside, dug out an electric shaver that was a few years ago, removed a battery from the side and put it in, and then handed the shaver to him.

"I really didn't expect you to be so good at organizing." Song Tingyi took the razor and couldn't help laughing.

"I can't help it." Luo Yao took off his woolen coat and hung it on the hanger, "I'm an intermittent tidying freak, and I just fell ill before I went to the set."

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Intermittent Organizer +1