I, social fear, addicted to stickers [Transmigration Book]

Song Tang was covered by the warm yellow light. Amidst the soothing and melodious sound of the violin, he silently watched Fang Hening who was less than three meters away, with a slight upward curve on his lips unconsciously.

Fang Hening was leaning in the chair with his legs crossed, his posture was very leisurely, his slender fingers were holding the bow, and he was jumping and pulling on the strings lightly. Just looking at him made him feel very relaxed.

Elegance itself is not limited to what to wear or what posture to pose, even now Fang Hening is just sitting casually, and his clothes are not neatly dressed.

But he just felt that no matter what this person did, he was elegant and calm, as if it was engraved in his bones and became part of his temperament.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Fang Hening's hazy face modified by the shadows, those deep dark eyes showed a bit of softness, as if he wanted to suck him in deeply.

He was obviously gentle, but when the other party looked over, he felt that this person was staring at him, and he was the prey being stared at.

A tremor exploded from the tailbone and continued to climb up the spine. He raised his hand to cover his heart, clenched his clothes tightly, and wanted to look away, but was held firmly again, powerless.

When the song was over, he realized that his breathing was light.

Fang Hening shook his piano bow, pointed at Song Tang at last, and said with a light smile: "You stare at me like this, it doesn't look like you are going to sleep, Tangtang is good, it's time to go to sleep, if you want to hear it, I can play other songs for you tomorrow." , now close your eyes and go to sleep."

Song Tang immediately closed his eyes, "I told you, you can call me by my name, but you can't play it casually."

"I'm not casual, I seriously want to coax you to sleep."

"Then don't talk, I'm going to sleep."

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

Song Tang closed his eyes, and after the sound of the piano sounded again, he gradually calmed down with the smooth and soothing melody, while in the darkness.

On the contrary, he could feel the existence of the piano sound even more, lingering around him, like a warm tide——

Appropriate and at ease.

At this moment, a thought popped up in his heart, if Fang Hening really liked him, could he also like this person?If it was Fang Hening, he might be able to accept him who suffers from social fear.

However, as soon as this thought surfaced, he suppressed it back.

He really wants to have the love of his parents, but he is not like his parents. Social fear makes him have concerns about any intimate relationship. Being able to make two friends is already very lucky, he shouldn't... expect so much.

If you are too greedy, you may lose even what you have now.

He settled down and stopped thinking about other things, the noisy voice in his heart slowly sank under his constant hints, and he slept peacefully all night.

The next morning, Song Tang was awakened by the sound of the violin.

He got up slowly, moved in small steps, and opened the bedroom door that was not closed. As soon as he walked to the living room, he saw Fang Hening standing by the glass sliding door.

Staring at the opponent's back, he adjusted his body's center of gravity, supported it with his uninjured foot, and quietly finished listening to a piece of music.

When Fang Hening turned around, he jokingly said: "With such a sleep and wake-up service, my treatment at home is too high."

Fang Hening showed a gentle smile, "Tall? You deserve it."

"You promised me."

"I know, Song Tang, do you think friends are not worth it? A good friend deserves to be treated with the utmost care. As I said, you are a very important person to me. Even if it's just as a friend, it's still true."

Song Tang was speechless, he couldn't match the other party in terms of eloquence.

Fang Hening didn't bother with this question, he raised his bow, opened the next topic, and asked, "Do you want to try it?"

Song Tang also didn't want to dwell on what he said just now, but he was still surprised by Fang Hening's proposal, "Are you serious? I've never touched a violin before."

"Seriously, just feel it, come on."

Song Tang hesitated for a while, and faced Fang Hening's eyes with a calm smile, he walked over slowly, "Then say it first, whether you are sawing a board or sawing a bed leg, you are not allowed to laugh."

Fang Hening laughed, and quickly said seriously: "President Song—you are questioning me."

Song Tang was amused by Fang Hening's deliberate seriousness, and a gentle smile appeared on his indifferent face, "Okay, then try."

He is not interested in the violin, but he just admires Fang Hening's playing this instrument, which can be close to the other party's preferences...or what the other party is good at, he is very happy.

Knowing more about friends is very important to the long-term maintenance of friendship between two people.

After taking over the violin, Song Tang froze, so how should he play with this thing?Where to put it?Everything felt wrong to him.

Fang Hening laughed, and patted Song Tang's tense back, "Relax, you don't need to use too much force, just follow me."

While talking, he helped Song Tang set up the violin, and placed the other's fingers in the correct position one by one. The other hand held Song Tang's hand holding the bow, and gently placed it on the strings.

He leaned against the ear of the person in his arms, and asked with a soft smile, "Are you ready?"

Song Tang was stunned for a moment, all his attention was on how to hold the violin, he didn't notice the posture of the two hugging from behind, and said: "No, but it's okay."

If you really wait for him to get ready, probably after noon will not work.

Fang Hening curled the corners of his lips, and after a three-second pause, he led the opponent's hand and slowly plucked the strings.

The morning light in summer is very bright, the morning breeze blowing in through the open glass door is comfortable and slightly cool, the strelitzia on the table spreads its wings, and the sunflowers and daisies are covered with bright morning light, showing more and more Bright soft color.

The unsmooth sound of the violin sounds staggering, but it has a different kind of fun.

After the simple short song ended, Song Tang was a little stiff.

He breathed a sigh of relief in seconds, turned around and returned the violin to Fang Hening, "Really, you play the violin well. On the one hand, you are talented, and on the other hand, you must have paid a lot."

Seeing Song Tang heaving a sigh of relief, Fang Hening laughed, "The so-called participants are not difficult, and the real teaching will start from the basics."

Song Tang shook his head and laughed again, "Anyway, thank you."

It was only after he relaxed that his waist became sore and his legs were limp. He was tense just now, and his hands are probably not much better. Fang Hening must have passed the piano skills, or else he would really be sawing wood.

Fang Hening smiled and said, "If you want to learn in the future, I'd be happy to accept you as a student."

As he spoke, he put away the violin and said, "Go wash up first, I'll prepare breakfast, and I'll eat right away."

"it is good."

After Song Tang thought about it clearly, facing Fang Hening became much more natural, and basically returned to the previous state of getting along with each other, even with the active cooperation of the other party, he became more familiar than before.

Just like a longtime friend.

He is resting at home these days, and his office efficiency is actually not low. He is not wary of Fang Hening, and will mention a few words to the other party when he encounters a problem. His original intention is to share, but Fang Hening's casual words are very suitable for him.

He also joked that if the actor Fang quit the circle, welcome to Song's company, and he is willing to offer shares to hire him.

It's just that in the future, there are still countless uncertainties, so I can only take one step at a time.

Another thing is that the martial arts script introduced by Qiao Yang's friend before, taking advantage of the recuperation in the apartment, he discussed with Qiao Yang, and simply saved a game, and invited Qiao Yang's screenwriter friend to communicate face to face.

He still had the previous idea that if he could play more non-tragic, non-entangled, and bright-tempered characters, Fang Hening's own emotions would have a somewhat positive impact.

In order to convince Fang Hening, he also promised to have dinner for half a month after his foot injury healed, um——that's a later story.

However, even face-to-face communication still makes sense.

After sending Qiao Yang and the others away, Song Tang relaxed secretly. He was somewhat nervous because there were people he didn't know, but it was fortunate that Fang Hening was with him.

He leaned on the sofa and asked with some doubts, "You also said that the script was good just now, did you simply not like this character?"

Fang Hening sat on the single sofa on the side, took an apple from the fruit plate, peeled it and said: "The script is good, and the characters are fine, but I really haven't tried this type of one before. I don't know if I'm suitable, and if I live up to other people's trust, it will be hard for you and Qiao Yang to explain."

Song Tang understood, "You don't have to worry about this, his friend really likes you, no matter how well you act, he will accept it, and the most important thing is - I believe you can, your talent is enough to handle such a role .”

Fang Hening looked up at Song Tang, and asked, "So confident in me?"

Song Tang said without hesitation, "Of course."

Fang Hening threw away a long string of unbroken peels, cut off a piece of apple and handed it to Song Tang, saying, "Since this is the case, it's not that you can't try it, if you are willing to cook and visit the class yourself."

Song Tang's eyes lit up, "No problem, it's simple, as long as you nod, I will definitely cooperate."

"Okay, let's stop with that."

"Well, I do what I say."

Song Tang was very concerned about this matter, and contacted the preparations since his feet were not healed. He invested in all the money, chose a director, and gave the other party the greatest power, striving to make the film well.

And as the only employer, he has a good relationship with Fang Hening, so others naturally dare not make things difficult, and will not give Fang Yingdi any slight cold treatment.

When he recovered and went to work as usual, the preparations for the crew had begun to take shape, and casting began. He didn't have much obsession with money, but money was really useful, and the progress was very fast.

After entering June, all aspects of the crew have basically been finalized, and entered the final preparation stage, and the production can be officially launched in early July.

On this day, after dinner, Song Tang, who had seen the makeup photos for a long time, was still watching the time nervously and expectantly. As soon as eight o'clock came, the crew released the first set of makeup photos of the main characters as scheduled.

He skillfully liked, reposted, and left boastful comments as usual. After going through the whole process, he just wanted to read other people's comments. A WeChat pop-up window popped up. It was Liang Ying. Seeing that sentence After that, his mind went blank.

Um?Hmmmm?

Didn't he just cut it into a small size?

Song Tang was a little stunned, and after thinking about it, yes, this afternoon he switched from the small account to the large account, and forwarded the official news of the Song Group, because he didn't use the large account very much, and logged in to the small account most of the time, and then— —

Forgot to switch back.

He started to have a headache in an instant, trembling his fingers, canceling what should be canceled, deleting what should be deleted, and finally not forgetting to switch to the small size, and after confirming it was correct, he went through the process again.

After finishing this, he put down his mobile phone, hurried back to the bedroom, and threw himself into a pile of plush toys.

Now he only prays that the stupid things he did will not be discovered by others, absolutely not be discovered, otherwise, can he still have the face of the president?Can I have it? !

However, things backfired.

Fang Hening, who arrived before 08:30, stood at the door of the bedroom with his mobile phone in his hand and told him that the trending search hit again, and he even read the title to him.

#高冷处理句是actually the actor’s super fanboy#

Listening to Fang Hening's slightly smiling voice, Song Tang raised his head from the lop-eared rabbit's soft belly, glanced at the other party, and buried it back without saying a word.

It's over, it's over, it's over.

His trumpet star chasing is not the most troublesome thing, the key is that many of his comments do not conceal the praise of the other actor in all aspects, let alone facing others, even Fang Hening... He feels ashamed to see it.

This can definitely be ranked in the top three of the epic social death list in his life.

Hopeless.

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The next chapter, "As long as there is a vest, there is nothing that cannot be dropped!"