Can't beat the list

At nine o'clock the next morning, Song Tingyi woke up slowly from his sleep.The pain in the throat disappeared, and the breathing became smoother.

He turned over, frowned and looked at the light coming in from the gap in the curtains, feeling that it was getting late.

The mobile phone on the bedside table turned off automatically because he forgot to charge it last night. Song Tingyi sighed, took out the charger and plugged it in.The electronic clock on the table showed that it was already [-]:[-] in the morning.

He was able to sleep so peacefully until now and has not been woken up, it is probably because Luo Yao didn't plan to take him to the set today at all.Since the boss doesn't come to find him to work, then Song Tingyi is not a hard-working worker who insists on staying with Luo Yao every step of the way and loves work more than his own life.On the contrary, his dedication is just to prevent Luo Chuanhai from getting a handle on deducting his salary.While Song Tingyi was thinking this way, he turned over and got out of bed to wash.While standing in front of the mirror and brushing his teeth, he suddenly found some thin stubble on his chin, but he didn't go to Luo Yao to get an electric razor, and he didn't even have a primitive razor by his side.

While spitting out the foam in his mouth and wiping the water droplets around his mouth with a towel, Song Tingyi suddenly thought that Luo Yao seemed to be looking for him with something last night.He leaned out of the bathroom and saw the box that Luo Yao put on the small platform at a glance.It was a storage box specially used to store electric razors.

He opened the box and stood in front of the mirror, holding the razor that belonged to Luo Yao, and pressed the switch.The buzzing sound of the razor when it was running inevitably made his mind a little chaotic, so that when he took the razor to shave the stubble on his lips, he thought of the kiss last night inappropriately.

He didn't actually fall asleep, nor did he pretend to be sound asleep on purpose, but Luo Yao's words woke him up a little while he was half asleep.The thoughtful kiss that came after that directly awakened his consciousness completely.

It has to be said that he didn't dislike Luo Yao's kiss, it happened twice in a row, selfish but cautious.

The sound of the phone turning on automatically after it was fully charged brought back his wandering thoughts.

Song Tingyi turned off the razor in his hand, lowered his head and smiled.Why have you been sober for so long, and now you are suddenly attracted to this one?He thinks it's mostly because he's getting old, and even his body is reminding him that he should find a partner.

There weren't many messages after starting the machine, only Lin Jianshen sent him a message telling him that he would no longer be running with Luo Yao on the set for a few days and a cute kitten emoji.Song Tingyi is not a person who likes to socialize. Although there are many people on the phone, there are very few who can talk to each other and send a few messages to each other.He looked down at the chubby kitten, who looked a bit like Lin Jianshen, walked to the tea table and picked up the thermos.The weight of the thermos seems to be different from yesterday, and it is much heavier than the last time he drank it yesterday.He frowned, remembering the sound of pouring water that he had heard in his half-dream and half-awake yesterday, he unscrewed the lid of the cup and blew on it, the water temperature was just right.

Although he has witnessed the side of Luo Yao, an alternative superstar, Song Tingyi is still surprised that he can be so meticulous.

He drank a cup of hot water as usual, and he didn't intend to spend this beautiful day in the hotel.The beautiful scenery and delicious food in southern Yunnan are very famous, but he came here for half a month, but he didn't care about anything. He stayed with Luo Yao in the crew along the way, either eating the hotel's buffet meals or eating the crew's box lunch.

Hanging in the closet is a camel-colored plush coat that he hasn't worn yet. Before filming with the crew, he was always afraid of getting dirty and damaging this valuable dress, so he never wore it.Song Tingyi reached out to take out his overcoat, put on a high-necked black wool sweater and a pair of daddy pants with some velvet lining, and went out refreshed.

The hotel's breakfast is served until ten o'clock.Song Tingyi simply ate some buns and soy milk, then took a taxi on his mobile phone and went to a small town not far away.

The hotel was originally built on the road between the small town and the mountain scenery. Whether it is going to the small town market or going to the mountains to enjoy the natural scenery, the time required is greatly shortened.

The driver of the online car-hailing car is a local who lives in a small town. When Song Tingyi opened the door to get in the car, he noticed his distinctive appearance. He was slightly taken aback and called him in broken English Greeting: "Hello?"

Song Tingyi sat in the back row, lowered his head and turned off his phone, looked up and smiled at the driver: "Morning, master."

"Ah, I can speak Chinese." The driver took a long breath, "The tail number is 2286?"

"Yeah." With the heating and air conditioner turned on in the car, Song Tingyi put his phone in his pocket, raised his hand and pulled the collar of the sweater, and folded it down half a circle.

The master rubbed the steering wheel, turned onto the road from the hotel entrance, glanced at Song Tingyi in the rearview mirror, and asked familiarly, "Is it hot?"

"It's okay." Pulling down half a circle of the collar, the stuffy feeling was much less, and Song Tingyi didn't want to ask the driver to lower the temperature, and took out his phone to check the local delicacies.

But the master raised his hand to turn off the air conditioner, and opened the co-pilot's window by the way.

The window was opened a small slit, blowing in through the co-pilot. Song Tingyi was sitting behind the co-pilot, and the temperature was just right.He looked up, met the driver's master's questioning eyes through the rearview mirror, bent his eyes and smiled, which was a response.

The driver who got the response was very happy, and Tiansheng Sheniu plus drove an online car-hailing car for a long time, and chatted with Song Tingyi habitually: "Are you here for a trip?"

Song Tingyi pursed his lips, looked at the tempting picture of crossing bridge rice noodles on his phone, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "No, come to eat."

The driver laughed heartily twice, stepped on the brake loosely and then tightly to slow down the downhill speed: "Oh, then you have come to the right place! Are you going to the small town over there? There is a Dai girl there Bridge rice noodle, very-very delicious!"

The non-word was stretched very long, and the mandarin with a slight accent from the driver's master made Song Tingyi laugh, and he nodded: "Okay."

"There are also flower cakes, Xuanwei ham, Xizhou cakes, casserole fish, and milk fans." The driver turned a corner, and there were people coming and going in front of him. Compared with the hotel near the halfway up the mountain, it was a bit more popular, " I want to buy the milk fan from Nanzhou Grandma’s in the food street, theirs is authentic!”

Song Tingyi quickly took his mobile phone to write down one by one, and when he looked up again, the car had already parked on the side of the road at the entrance of the food street, and the master turned his head secretly: "Here, the total is 22 yuan and 7, and the change will be erased. good."

"Oh." Song Tingyi quickly switched to the payment page, and was about to enter the number, but was interrupted by the master again: "You can pay after getting off the car. There are too many people here, so it's not convenient to stop for too long."

He froze for a moment, quickly opened the door and got out of the car: "Thank you, master."

There are not too many people on the food street, and there are many foreigners coming and going. Song Tingyi shuttles through it, buys some to taste, and eats seven or eight kinds of snacks in a short time. .

He bought two boxes of flower cakes according to the driver's instructions, cut a bag of Xuanwei ham, and took a bite of a hot golden Xizhou cake. When he looked up, he saw a huge signboard: Dai sister crossing the bridge rice noodles.

He glanced at the half-eaten cake in his hand, roughly estimated the capacity of his stomach, and stepped into the store.

After eating and stopping for a while, he finally walked out of the store and went back and forth to the food street to eliminate food, and bought a lot of snacks by the way.Although there were not many items, Song Tingyi couldn't help buying too many types.He was carrying his things, looked at the setting sun, gave up the idea of ​​walking slowly back to the hotel after eating rice noodles, and called a taxi with his mobile phone.

Coincidentally, the driver this time was the one who sent him here in the morning.

After a long distance, I saw the master waiting on the side of the road, when Song Tingyi opened the door and got into the back row, he turned his head and greeted him with a smile.

"Master, what a coincidence!" After a long time, Song Tingyi seemed to be assimilated by the simple folk customs of this small town, and he was much more cheerful than in the morning.

When the car drove into the field in front of the hotel, Song Tingyi took out a box of flower cakes from the bag, and put his hand on the passenger seat: "Thank you, master, I will save this box of cakes for you to cushion your stomach."

Before the master had time to react, Song Tingyi lowered his head and got out of the carriage, and pressed the payment password.

But before he had time to take a few steps, he was pulled back by the master who was chasing after him in a hurry.The master frowned, and stuffed the box of flower cakes into his hands: "Sir, we can't take things from passengers."

The master babbled and repeated this sentence, carrying forward the prevarication technique engraved in the bones of the Chinese nation, and the two of them talked about it with Song Tingyi.In the end, both of them took a step back. The master took out two cakes from the box, symbolically accepted Song Tingyi's kindness, bit the cakes and waved to him, then got into the car.

Song Tingyi lamented the cuteness of the driver, and took out the room card from his pocket, but when he looked up and saw the person in front of him, he froze in place.

Luo Yao was wearing a turtleneck sweater and a gray coat that were almost exactly the same as him, standing at the door of his room with a gloomy face.

"Luo Yao?" Song Tingyi raised the bag in his hand at him, "I went out and bought some local snacks, do you want some?"

The person in front of him didn't speak, but took a cold step forward, squeezed his wrist and swiped his card forcefully to open the door.

Before Song Tingyi could say anything, Luo Yao pushed him into the room.

There was a gentle closing sound behind him, and Song Tingyi suddenly felt that Luo Yao seemed to be angry.

Luo Yao looked at the food in his hand, and once again saw Song Tingyi chatting with that person through the car window.A little angry, he couldn't help but sneered: "Did you go to buy some local snacks, or did you go out for food?"

The word "Mishi" was bitten very hard, every single word seemed to want to vent the resentment that Luo Yao held in his heart.

Song Tingyi naturally knew what Luo Yao meant, but he obviously didn't think about the incident just now in this direction at all, so he couldn't help being angry at Luo Yao's thoughts.So he ignored him, just walked in, put all those things on the coffee table, and didn't care what Luo Yao would do next, sat down on the small sofa in front of the coffee table and started sorting out the things he bought. s things.

The other end was silent for a moment, just when Song Tingyi thought that Luo Yao had calmed down, Luo Yao's muffled voice came from the door: "Song Tingyi, do you really not like me?"

This sentence was different from Luo Yao's tone of voice any time before, with some grievances that he tried to suppress, so that the last word had an uncontrollable trembling voice.

The man in front of the coffee table looking up and seeing the big dog standing at the door lowered his eyes, with an expression that could not help but cry.

Song Tingyi has never been able to coax people, and he didn't know what to do. After holding back for a long time, he had to soften his tone: "What's wrong? Why are you going to cry?"

The person at the door looked up at him stubbornly, curled his fingers hanging by his side lightly, sniffed his nose, and still had the nasal voice before crying: "Do you, like that type?"

"No." Song Tingyi frowned, feeling that Luo Yao was a little unreasonable. He persuaded himself to be patient, and patted the seat beside him, "Come and sit down before we talk."

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next chapter maybe kiss

Let us thank the driver for his assists, and everyone said together: Thank you, driver!