Everyone says we're tying up the hype

Fortunately, the meeting Wen Liang was looking forward to did not make him wait too long

The recording time of "Fake Play" is actually not arranged very regularly.

In the early stage, most of the meetings are arranged in the cities where the two parties are located. In the later stage, the program team will formulate different routes and plans according to the different situations of the couples.

Both Lin Jingzhuo and Wen Liang settled down in Haicheng, and the first stop chosen by the program team was the city library in Haicheng.

Lin Jingzhuo, who was holding the envelope, stood at the entrance of his house speechless.

He felt that the program crew's misunderstanding of him might be as deep as the Mariana Trench.

Getting good grades and studying hard are really not the same thing.

Lin Jingzhuo's belief since he was a child was to rest after finishing his homework, so he has always been a free-range child who works hard to write between classes, and grows wildly when he returns home.

He seldom even went to the study room at school, let alone... went all the way to the city library for self-study.

But since the program group asked so, he can't say anything.

Putting the invitation envelope on the desk, Lin Jingzhuo entered his room with the follow-up PD.

His room is not too big, but there are quite a lot of things in it.Light blue curtains, books everywhere, a few coats on the chairs, and a half-assembled jigsaw puzzle on the carpet by the window.

He's a fine boy.

Especially when there was a pot of meaty Yulu on the table.

Crystal clear and plump, it looks like it has been carefully raised by the owner.

Lin Jingzhuo didn't resist the shots taken in his room, and he was packing his schoolbag neatly, but when he saw a camera moving towards the small potted plant by the window, he lowered his head and reached out silently, holding a white bag between his hands. The porcelain basin was twisted in one direction.

On the side facing away from the camera, standing at his angle, he could just see a panda-shaped sticky note facing the window with a smile on his face. Between the two chubby panda paws, there was a small line of words "Langyi Qingjue".

"To the elementary school bully - don't study too hard, take more rest."

Lin Jingzhuo felt that if he continued to call him like this, he would almost be desensitized to the word Xueba.

Being good-looking is quite an advantage, especially that beautiful Wen Liang, who can basically take advantage of the whole world with a smile.

Lin Jingzhuo put the book into the bag and straddled the big bag diagonally.

He would have no objection to Wen Liang calling him anything.

There are not many people on the bus in the morning of weekdays.

The teenager with a sports backpack slung across his body was wearing a light-colored baseball shirt, with three-finger-wide jeans rolled up at his ankles, and he was wearing a denim baseball cap, looking full of vigor.

When he strode onto the bus with long legs, tossed coins into the change box and shook his head to the tinkle of the coins, everyone could feel the young man's excitement.

But who doesn't like being in love?

Lin Jingzhuo carried his bag and pulled the armrest, and when he stood facing the window, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth that he didn't notice.

It was a sunny day outside the window, and the plane trees on both sides of the street cast a shade on the narrow road, leaving some golden sunlight dancing in it.

When Lin Jingzhuo saw the library getting closer, he lowered his head and smiled.

He smiled shallowly, but the smile kept swaying into his eyes like water waves.

Although he knew it was just a show.

But when he slowly approached the library step by step, Lin Jingzhuo still felt a little uneasy and uneasy that he dared not say.

The program team made an appointment for him and Wen Liang at 09:30, by the main entrance of the library.

Lin Jingzhuo was habitually clutching the strap of his schoolbag with one hand, and with the other hand he was holding two cups of hot latte bought in a nearby coffee shop.

The aroma of latte and heat rise slowly in the slightly chilly morning.

Lin Jingzhuo didn't wear much, and his face turned red when he stood where he was blown by the wind.He stomped his feet, but was still reluctant to enter the door. Under the crowd's onlookers, he calmly opened his eyes wide and looked around. There seemed to be bright stars in a pair of dark eyes.

But Wen Liang's side...it didn't go so smoothly.

After the entire program group blocked his door and pulled the doorknob to prevent him from going out, Wen Liang had roughly figured out the program group's intentions.

"It's late for the first time, isn't it good?" Wen Liang leaned against the entrance and smiled helplessly, pinching the bridge of her nose and discussing with the staff in a friendly manner.

The program team came early, and knocked on the door of his house before six o'clock, witnessing the whole process of him washing his face, shaving his beard and changing his clothes solemnly and nervously.

But I didn't expect that in the end, after he spent countless times more time than usual to clean up, no one would let him go.

The little girl who stood in front of him and stopped him looked at Wen Liang so helplessly with some pleading eyes, her legs almost limp and fell into his arms, and after holding onto the door frame next to her to stand firm, she swallowed crazily Shake your head.

Wen Liang sighed, covered his eyes helplessly with a smile and shook his head.

Afterwards, he thought for a while, took off his shirt jacket and hung it on the chair, and walked into the kitchen by himself.

The question "Why is Wen Liang's cooking so good?" has actually been a big unsolved mystery in his circle of friends.

After taking off his coat, Wen Liang only had a soft shirt left, and he unbuttoned it, revealing his well-shaped and properly thin collarbone.

The arm holding the frying pan is tightly muscled and has very smooth lines.

He toasted a bag of bread, cracked two eggs on the edge of the pan with one hand, threw them into the pan, turned around and went to the refrigerator to unpack a pack of bacon slices.

Wen Liang's demeanor was still the usual calm and unhurried, but the movements of his hands were very tight, and it didn't take long before he finished making two simple sandwiches.

The water-red tomato slices and the bright yellow egg hatchback set off, and the two chubby sandwiches were well wrapped and stuffed into a kraft paper bag.

Wen Liang sometimes packs her own things to go to the set, so she has a lot of kitchen utensils.

Wandering around the kitchen, he even found a grinning sticker, folded the paper bag and sealed it.

When the staff let him out of the house, it was a quarter of an hour before nine o'clock.

Wen Liang, who was stuck in traffic for an hour, felt a little grateful for their kindness, stood at the door and raised her eyebrows uncertainly: "You really let me go?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The staff leading the way covered his mouth and smiled, "The car is already waiting for you downstairs."

When he saw the car parked downstairs, Wen Liang squinted his eyes and hesitated for two seconds, then smiled.

"What's the matter, Mr. Wen, get in the car quickly." The people next to him kept urging him.

But Wen Liang was not fooled.

He smiled and took two steps back.

It was only a quarter of an hour before he was let out of the house, but he was thoughtfully equipped with a car?

Who knows whether it will be scrapped halfway or plugged into the overhead.

Then this is not as good as...

Wen Liang's smile was still as harmless to humans and animals as spring breeze turned into rain, but he didn't stop in his tracks.

He took two steps back, and ran without warning as he exited the crowd.

He was dressed casually, and when he ran, his steps were very light. When he walked through the crowd with his long legs holding a brown paper bag in one hand, his grin with his head down was exactly the same as that of someone a few kilometers away.

All with joy and high spirits from the bottom of my heart.

It's just a hard time following the camera.

Wen Liang has been exercising all year round, and during Xiying's two years running around the mountains every day, her physical fitness has always been very good.

The distance from his home to the city library was not too short, but Wen Liang didn't stop for a moment.

The tall man protected the warm breakfast in his hand, sideways avoided the crowd, and ran across the street with big strides. The cotton and linen shirt was floating in mid-air, just like the corner of this man's mouth, which had never been held in his mouth. Let it go.

But even so, Wen Liang still couldn't escape the fate of being late.

When Wen Liang ran up the high stairs in front of the library in three steps and two steps, Lin Jingzhuo, who had come earlier, had been waiting there for four or ten minutes.

From the faint expectation at the beginning, to the apprehension, and now to the dry awkwardness, he once felt that he had been tricked.

At this time, the coffee that he hid behind his back for fear of being blown cold has only a little bit of warmth left.

Lin Jingzhuo looked down at the few leaves on the ground, trying to hide the emotion in his eyes.

It's just a recording of a show, not a real date.

So what do you care about.

But even though he said so in his mouth, he thought so in his heart.

But when he saw Wen Liang striding towards him from the opposite road, Lin Jingzhuo still couldn't deny it shamelessly.

His mood was fluctuating violently because of the warmth and coldness.

This person is simply his heartbeat itself.

Whether it's his slightly flushed cheeks from strenuous exercise, or his half-length hair blowing in the wind.

All of Lin Jingzhuo's unwillingness and sourness were crushed in an instant when this man walked towards him with a smile, and then were thrown into the void.

He was very happy.

When I saw this person, my heart would be filled with a sweet and sour taste, like a freshly cut grapefruit in the morning, full and moist, transparent, with a light pink luster.

Even the taste is refreshing.

Even if it's fake...! ! ! !

When Lin Jingzhuo was dragged into his arms by Wen Liang, he heard his heartbeat so hard that he missed it.

Wen Liang's hot breath hit his ears, and the suppressed rapid breathing and vigorous beating heart all made Lin Jingzhuo who was close to him at a loss what to do.

"The last time." Wen Liang was still panting, coughed when he spoke, but kept smiling, "I promise this is the last time you wait for me."

He lowered his eyes, just in time to see the two cups of coffee that Lin Jingzhuo was carrying behind his back.

Inexplicably, he felt like a person who ran home after a long time of exhaustion, and the impetuousness and exhaustion that had been stubbornly stuck in his heart would magically be ironed out the moment he saw that person.

Wen Liang just kept putting his arm on Lin Jingzhuo's shoulder.The two listened to each other's breathing, counted the heartbeats that were close at hand, and both lowered their eyes quietly.

Wen Liang sighed with a smile, raised his hand and rubbed his flying forehead hair, thinking that it was not good to hold other children like this all the time, so he wanted to stand up straight and let him go.

After all first date.

You can't be too blatant.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Wen Liang's hands were loosened from Lin Jingzhuo's shoulders, he felt his back being wrapped around his back.

Lin Jingzhuo's fingers touched Wen Liang's butterfly bone, and his forehead rested on Wen Liang's shoulder.

He didn't speak, but gently rubbed his forehead against Wen Liang's shoulder.

The range was so small that the people next to him didn't notice at all, but Wen Liang, who was rubbed, only felt that something directly hit the softest part of his heart.

Terrible.

How can this child be so rare.