The Melaleuca Routine of Fishing Attack

"Hi sir, this way."

The waiter led him to the reserved table.

The dinner was on the top floor of a hotel next to Lin Yan’s company. The whole restaurant rotated slowly, looking up at the starry sky, and looking down at the bustling streets, brightly lit. When Xie Moyu arrived, he looked around for Lin Yan’s figure.

"coming?"

Slightly lower voice, nice to hear.

Xie Moyu turned around, and there was a young man sitting at the dining table behind him.

He wore a slightly thin sports coat, his figure was tall and straight, his chin was white like bone china, his lines were clean and neat, his slender fingers took a wet towel to wipe it slowly, and he took a look at Xie Moyu from afar.

"Director Lin."

Xie Moyu's heart moved, he walked over, opened the seat in the restaurant and sat opposite.

The square table is next to the window, the view is very good, Lin Yan's eyes are very bright against the night outside the window, Xie Moyu held the cup with his slender fingers, and the corners of his lips curved slightly when he saw him.

Lin Yan glanced at him and handed him a recipe: "What do you like?"

Xie Moyu lowered his eyes and ordered a few things at random.

Lin Yan raised his eyes: "Your taste is so light?"

Xie Moyu lowered his head, flipped through a page of recipes with his slender index finger, then looked at Lin Yan nervously and confusedly asked: "You don't like it?" After speaking, he looked at the waiter beside him and ordered another plate of saury.

"No." Lin Yan looked at him quietly, and said in surprise, "Our tastes are quite similar."

"Really?" Xie Moyu looked at him and asked, "Director Lin also likes fish?"

"I like it very much." Lin Yan pinched the fork with his bony fingers.

Xie Moyu asked again seemingly unintentionally: "Fish is hard to cook. Do you usually do it yourself? Or do you have a girlfriend to help?" After finishing speaking, his eyes were fixed on Lin Yan, fearing that he would miss something, he observed and secretly Looking forward, preferably without a girlfriend..

Lin Yan shook his head and said, "I don't know how to cook."

Xie Moyu:

The waiter on the side brought a few dishes and put them on the table: "Sir, please take your time."

Xie Moyu wiped his hands with a wet towel, then picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of white, tender, fragrant and soft fish, quietly and carefully cleaned the thorns, and tentatively put the still hot fish on Lin Yan's dinner plate Li raised his eyelids and asked, "Do you mind?"

Lin Yan was startled, looking at Xie Moyu, a little at a loss.

"I'm used to it." Xie Moyu smiled apologetically, and said, "I used to eat with my younger sister, and I often helped her pick fishbone."

Lin Yan lowered his eyes, tasted it, and the fragrance was tender and soft.

He put down his chopsticks and said, "Thank you."

At the same time, there was a whisper of conversation and exclamation from the table beside him, and Lin Yan couldn't help but pause.

"Ah, is that Xie Moyu and Lin Yan!"

"Yes sister, you read that right!"

"They're having dinner together."

"Xie Moyu also helped Lin Yan peel fishbone, my god, it's too spoiled."

"I really want to ask for an autographed photo."

"Don't go, don't disturb their two world..."

Lin Yan happened to raise his eyes and looked at Xie Moyu who was opposite.

He just happened to look over.

Xie Moyu's eyelashes are very long and the bridge of his nose is high. When looking at people, it is easy to give people an affectionate and introverted feeling. People can't bear to be harsh on him. Lin Yan and him looked at each other for a few seconds, moved He opened his eyes, wiped the corners of his lips with a wet towel, and asked, "Are you a mixed race?"

"No." Xie Moyu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "I look like you?"

Lin Yan stared into his eyes and said, "The eyes are like that. The eyelashes are very beautiful."

Xie Moyu tilted his head, his eyes fell on Lin Yan, with a little warmth.

But then, Lin Yan continued: "The movie to be made has the same protagonist as your eyes. I like it very much."

Xie Moyu picked up a cup of black tea, lowered his eyelashes, and took a sip: "What movie?"

""Light the Fire"." Lin Yan asked him: "It's a same-sex film, would Mr. Xie mind?"

Xie Moyu's pupils darkened slightly, and he shook his head: "I don't mind. But..." He paused, and looked at Lin Yan opposite him: "Why does Director Lin want to make homosexual films?"

Lin Yan looked at him and asked, "Mr. Xie is very interested in this?"

Xie Moyu picked up the wet wipe with his long fingers, wiped his hands, and nodded: "Because there are many restrictions on same-sex films, it is not easy to show them in China, and there may be many things that cannot be expressed. If you shoot, there are less restrictions than other types of films."

Lin Yan hummed, lowered his eyes, pondered for a while, and said softly, "I can't tell you for the time being."

This answer is different from the TV interview.

At that time, what he said was clearly "I had an inspiration, so I shot", why can't I say it now?

Xie Moyu thought, is this his secret?What can't be said?He suddenly had an uncertain guess: Could Lin Yan also be bent?

Once this speculation popped up, it couldn't stop anymore.

He noticed that there was a ring on the little finger of Lin Yan's left hand. It was a thin silver ring with indistinct lines engraved on it. He asked casually, "The ring is pretty. It's a gift from your girlfriend?"

Lin Yan shook his head: "No."

Xie Moyu was obviously dissatisfied with the answer, and his eyes still fell on him.

He lowered his eyelids, and his white and thin eyelids revealed a faint sense of loneliness: "This is a gift from my father."

Xie Moyu was slightly taken aback.

That emotion was like an illusion, and quickly disappeared from Lin Yan.

Xie Moyu asked softly, "Then, does Director Lin have a girlfriend?"

This is the third time he has asked about "girlfriend".

Lin Yan was startled, and then understood what he was thinking, smiled, and said, "Are you thinking wrong?"

"I'm not gay."

Xie Moyu was taken aback, and said, "Really?"

"Yeah." Lin Yan lowered his eyes, a little smile flashed in his eyes, and said, "Why do you think I want to make gay movies, and I'm gay?"

"No." Xie Moyu shook his head, and tentatively said, "It's just that I heard people say that sexual orientation is fluid, what do you think?"

Lin Yan lowered his eyelashes, his expression was gloomy. After a moment, he raised his eyes and said, "Maybe? But it has nothing to do with me."

"why?"

Xie Moyu looked at him in confusion, thinking, is Lin Yan a little homophobic?

But didn't he once say in an interview that things like sexual orientation are hard to say.

"No reason." Lin Yan seemed to be avoiding this topic, and changed the subject instead: "Come to audition in a few days, I have a role here, and it's very suitable for you to play."

Xie Moyu responded and asked, "Why me?"

Lin Yan stared at the beautiful and affectionate eyes of the young man opposite, with a faint smile on his lips, he focused slightly, and said, "Because, I see you are comfortable."

Xie Moyu's pupils were slightly dark, and he glanced at Lin Yan unexpectedly, then lifted the napkin with his slender fingers to wipe his lips, and put it down.

I was accidentally teased by him.

Xie Moyu usually stays in two places in Kyoto.

One is the house where he lives alone. It is close to the entertainment company he signed. It is a large flat, single-family house, with direct access to the elevator. He usually lives alone with a dog. The dog is a Samoyed, and he has multiple rings.

The other is an old house where parents and younger sister live.

There is no work, and when he relaxes, he takes the dog home and spends time with his parents.

After dinner, he went to the company.

The physical book of "light the fire" he bought arrived. He took the book, and when he passed by the door of the studio, his manager Xu Li grabbed him.

"Are you going to audition in a few days?" Xu Li frowned and became nervous.

Xie Moyu hummed, and said, "Try Lin Yan's."

Xu Li thought for a while, glanced at him, then looked again, and said worriedly: "Then do you want to prepare?"

"What are you preparing for?" Xie Moyu shook his head, casually flipped through a few pages of the book, glanced down, and said quite calmly, "I never prepare before the audition. I probably passed it all."

It happened that Lu Xing passed by holding a box of milk and heard him say:

He couldn't help but stop, squinting at Xie Moyu: "Are you sure?"

Who was the one who stayed up late before exams?Who is it that lights up the table lamp before the art test and makes it hard to sleep in a dormitory?When he was about to audition for Director He's play, he clearly saw that Xie's script was densely packed with comments.

Seeing that it was him, Xie Moyu looked back and smiled in surprise, not embarrassed by being demolished: "Coincidentally, you are here?"

"Well, come here and get the milk." Lu Xing bit the straw and said, "It's a waste if you don't drink it."

I don’t know who ordered fresh milk for Lu Xing. One box per day was delivered to his studio. There was also a sticky note on the fresh milk to draw an ugly little heart. The milkman, who declined to be named.

"Come on." The manager didn't take their joke to heart, just flipped through the book and said, "I heard that there are still people who want to act in this movie."

"Huh? He's going too? Which role is he going to audition for?" Xie Moyu asked.

"It's probably the same as you." The manager said, "He debuted earlier than you, I don't know who Director Lin will choose."

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After leaving the company, the driver drove him back to the old house where his parents lived.

The community is in a quiet area amidst the hustle and bustle, backed by rolling hills and facing a lake, it is quiet and quiet.

When Xie Moyu was young, his parents were superstitious. He heard the feng shui master say that this place has the best feng shui in all of Kyoto, and there are many talents, so his parents brought him here, and he hasn't moved to other places for decades.

The car drove slowly through a small road, and he saw the lights of the neighbor's house were on.

and many more.

Xie Moyu was taken aback.

Isn't the neighbor's house unoccupied?He remembered that the house had been vacant for several years.

Maybe it was sold again, and it may not necessarily change the owner.

He didn't pay much attention and went back to his home.

The walls of the courtyard of the old house are covered with creepers, and the gardenias planted in the courtyard are blooming.The butler opened the door and said that his sister and parents had gone shopping, and only he and the servant were left at home.Xie Moyu groaned, and rested on the sofa for a while.

Aunt Zhang brought a plate of sliced ​​guava from the kitchen and put it on the coffee table.

Xie Moyu tasted a piece.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang, and Xie Moyu went out to open the door. His sister, Xie Zifeng, was standing in the porch of the villa.

"Where are the parents?" he asked.

"Backing in the garage, just arrived."

She made a silent noise in the dimly lit walkway, quietly entered the door, then lowered her voice, and said mysteriously: "Brother, do you know who is next door?"

Xie Moyu: "?"

On the right side of the old house is the home of a pop singer, Dou Ziwei;

On the left... is the new neighbor who just moved in?

Xie Moyu: "Who are you talking about? Dou Ziwei?"

Xie Zifeng shook his head: "No, I mean the one who moved in these few days."

Xie Moyu shook his head: "How would I know?"

Xie Zifeng pointed to the location next door, hinting him: "I just saw it when I was passing by, you definitely know that person!"

Xie Moyu looked as if nothing had happened, but his palms were slightly sweaty. He sat on the soft sofa and squeezed his neck and shoulders, seemingly unintentionally, and said, "I know you? So who is next door?"

Xie Zifeng put his hands behind his back and said carelessly, "It's the one you like."

Xie Moyu almost choked on her, coughed several times, pretended not to know, and asked: "Who are you talking about?" His fingertips tightened, and he deliberately turned around, asking: "Which celebrity?"

Xie Zifeng choked for a while, finally couldn't hold back anymore, and happily announced: "It's not a star, it's a director."

director?

Xie Moyu sat up straight.

"Who?"

He seemed to ask unintentionally: "Don't make me guess, just tell me."

"It's Lin Yan."