Everyone says we're tying up the hype

Lin Jingzhuo's originally irritable mood was calmed down by Wen Liang's few words.

It's like a pair of gentle hands caressed the hair that was carelessly raised in autumn and smoothed it out bit by bit.

Lin Jingzhuo, who never liked being patted on the head, patted the back of his head, feeling that his analogy ability was a complete mess.

When he arrived at the shooting location the next day, Lin Jingzhuo still had that indifferent look.

Huo Fan debuted at about the same time as Lin Jingzhuo, but unlike Lin Jingzhuo's solid experience in national dramas, Huo Fan's debut is a flow route, and the characters he plays are relatively fixed.

The word "pure first love" has basically imprinted on her body, and her company probably also intentionally packaged her in this direction, and her appearance has always been black, long and straight.

Today, her hair and makeup are the same as before, wearing a sweater and a short pleated skirt. When she finished tidying up, Lin Jingzhuo was standing on the set and confirming the details with the director.

Lin Jingzhuo was originally at the age of school. At this time, he was wearing a jersey and sneakers, standing with one hand on his hip, exuding a vigorous youthful atmosphere.

Huo Fan walked over from behind and wanted to talk together, but Lin Jingzhuo just stepped aside.

"I'll pass by here with the ball, and then go forward." Lin Jingzhuo and the director's camera hand gestured the route to confirm the details of his first scene.

The director nodded: "Huo Fan passed by on a bicycle, you don't need to show your face this time, just let go and hit him."

After finishing talking, the director was still worried, and looked Lin Jingzhuo up and down: "The young man seems to be quite capable of fighting."

Lin Jingzhuo raised one corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and smiled, took the basketball handed over by the staff and twirled it in his hand.

He is tall, has long fingers and big hands, and holds the ball very firmly with his five fingers.

Seeing that Huo Fan was looking up at the tall Lin Jingzhuo, the director couldn't help but smiled: "Little girl, hold back your eyes later, it's the first time we meet, you don't know him."

"Got it." Huo Fan couldn't help blushing, lowered his head and grinned.

"The bones are good." When Lin Jingzhuo and Huo Fan were getting ready to take their positions, the director stood behind the monitor and the assistant beside him sighed, "It's so beautiful."

The teenager in the camera is wearing ball pants that don’t reach the knee, his calves are straight and slender, and the ankle exposed from the sneakers is thin but full of vigorous strength.

He was holding the ball in one hand, and with the other hand, he unzipped the zipper of his jacket with a "wow", and threw it aside.

The people on the field are now only wearing a sleeveless jersey and shorts, but there is no sense of being bleak in the cold wind.

Among actors, Lin Jingzhuo's figure is actually not thin.

The young man's back was straight, his butterfly bones were clear but not pathologically high, and there was a layer of beautiful muscles attached to his forearms to his shoulders.

The other actors on the field were already getting ready, Lin Jingzhuo threw the ball and ran into the field with a smile.

He and his brother have always been the main force of the school basketball team. There is nothing to let go of on the court. While paying attention to the camera position, the movements of catching the ball, throwing the ball and shooting are natural and beautiful.

Many of the group performers on the field were themselves school students. A group of big boys started running on the field, and even the air was full of restless hormones.

After Lin Jingzhuo jumped up to catch the ball and scored a beautiful three-pointer, Huo Fan over there was passing by on a bicycle.

"Hey, hey!" The tumultuous stadium immediately quieted down. Lin Jingzhuo stood on the spot and passed by. The people next to him winked at him, and the people close to him even bumped into him with ambiguous smiles, " School belle!"

Lin Jingzhuo pursed his lips with a cold face, raised his eyes with sweat on his face, and glanced lightly outside the fence.

"Cut." He picked up the hem of the jersey with both hands, lowered his head and wiped off the sweat dripping down his face, revealing a small piece of attractive wheat-colored waist, and snorted.

But when he turned around, those black and white eyes were so clear and clean that they could reflect the blue sky, but they were clearly meowing at the people outside again.

With curious prying and high spirits that belong only to restless adolescents.

The moment he withdrew his eyes, he realized that he was a bit reluctant.

"Crack! Very good!"

The director stood behind the monitor and raised his hands to applaud Lin Jingzhuo: "Xiao Jing, yes."

Lin Jingzhuo nodded, took off the wristband on his wrist, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat.

The director stood behind the monitor, folded his chest and watched the clip again, pursing his lips and nodded.

"Okay, really nice."

There's nothing deliberate about it, but there's nothing that doesn't seduce people.

The director shook his head and thought about it, only thinking it was beautiful.

The performance is beautiful and the details are beautiful, and the eyes and eyelashes with sweat are all drama.

In contrast, Huo Fan, who was riding a bicycle next to him, looked much paler.

The person is beautiful, but the overly thick bangs seem to cover her aura, standing beside Lin Jingzhuo like a human-shaped sign.

No matter how you look at it, Lin Jingzhuo has been wronged to act with this heroine who brought money into the group.

After returning, director Zhuang Fang told his boyfriend his feelings by the way.

"That's right. I told you, that kid is very good." Xu Xuan was repairing the film with a straight face and a mask on his face. He looked very serious in the video. meat."

"Who is warm, warm and cool?" Zhuang Fang shrank his neck back, with an expression of disbelief, "No way."

"What are you doing lying to you?"

"I thought the two of them were just hyping up the show..." Zhuang Fang rubbed his chin in disbelief, "The two saw-mouth gourds can rub against each other to create sparks? What are they doing, meditating face to face and counting each other's eyelashes?? Think about it Are you bored to death?"

The two saw-mouthed gourds are really that boring.

Lin Jingzhuo also forgot how he started chatting with Wen Liang.

It seems that when he returned to the hotel and started to prepare for tomorrow's filming, the "Fake Show" program team asked him about his attitude towards the current public opinion, and wanted to use it to adjust the future direction.

Lin Jingzhuo didn't care, but before replying to the program team, he went to ask Wen Liang.

At that time, Wen Liang was in a tug-of-war with his agent over a script, and when he saw Lin Jingzhuo's message, he immediately replied to him almost as if he was a savior.

Then the two continued the conversation without a hitch.

The frequency of their chats is basically half an hour, and Lin Jingzhuo doesn't need to pay special attention, but when he picks up the phone after thinking for a while, he will see a cool message on it.

It's like a child jumping forward for a long time by himself, but when he looks back, there is always someone waiting for you behind.

Very reassuring.

The content of the chat was very nutritious, Wen Liang asked him what he had eaten, and he asked Wen Liang if it was cold.

In the chat records, there is one person and one line, each sentence is not long, but the chatter has not been cut off.

"You played a lot after you came back." Wen Liang's manager leaned against the door with a tired face, seeing Wen Liang holding the phone, he obviously said something casually while chatting.

"Really." Wen Liang put down her phone, raised her eyes and curled her mouth.

"It's true... okay?"

Wen Liang's expression didn't change when he heard these words, but the temperature in his eyes instantly cooled down at the speed of light.

The silence in the room seemed eerie at night.

But soon, Wen Liang still smiled.

He tapped his fingers on the solid wood table, and when he turned his head to look out of the window, his hair was scattered on the side of his face, making him look a little fragile and fragile.

"It's fine if you think it's fine."

When she picked up the phone again, Wen Liang's mood was obviously not as calm as before.

But there was no time to feel sad or hopeless.

Because Lin Jingzhuo actually sent him a video.

In the video, there is a little black cat with round eyes, one paw is firmly hooked on the sleeve of Lin Jingzhuo's clothes, and it is doing squats spontaneously as Lin Jingzhuo raises his hands and lowers them down.

The orange eyes were round and bright like small light bulbs, and his face was full of shock and seriousness.

——It’s still a small mouth.

Lin Jingzhuo sent it to him.

Wen Liang pulled down and saw a close-up.

The two teeth of the little black cat look like small fangs. At first glance, it looks a little scary, but after a closer look, it can actually feel a bit of contrast.

Wen Liang shook his head and smiled.

—Is it a stray cat?

——Yes, I lived on the second floor and jumped in through the window.

——It’s cute, let’s keep it

Lin Jingzhuo, who didn't know what to do with it, turned his back in an instant.

--Ok

When we chatted until late at night, Lin Jingzhuo had completely forgotten what he was looking for Wen Liang to do in the first place.

Lying on the bed the next day flipping through the chat records, Lin Jingzhuo's hands were sore and he didn't even read the beginning.

In the end, the cat didn't decide on a name.

A top student, with a dual master's degree in acting and Chinese language and literature, the names he came up with are getting worse and worse.

In the end, Lin Jingzhuo was so sleepy that his mind was blurred, and he would squint at any time while lying on his side holding his phone.His head was tilted on the pillow, and the tip of his nose almost touched the phone screen.

But when the phone screen turned on, he still tried tenaciously to open his eyelids, squinted his eyes and searched for the lost phone in the shadow of his eyelashes, and stretched out a finger to poke the reply slowly on the screen. .

The cat curled up and fell asleep under the bed didn't know that in one night, its name changed from coal briquettes to sesame fleece-flower root.

In the end, Lin Jingzhuo unconsciously poured out Bawang Hair Tonic.

At the end, Lin Jingzhuo couldn't bear to read it.

The logic of the person who was stunned to the point of death has completely lost his logic, and even he couldn't figure out what the hell he typed out after the fact, but Wen Liang was able to come back.

And the two of them had a very serious dispute about the cat's surname.

Lin Jingzhuo said that the surname is Lin, of course, and Wen Liang said that the surname Wen is also very good.

"No, my surname is Lin."

"The surname is Wen."

"No! My surname is Lin!!"

"The surname is Wen."

"No! My surname is Lin!"

"That's enough, the surname is Lin."

"No! The surname is Wen!"

Warm briquettes, it sounds awful.

Lin Jingzhuo forcibly ignored the fact that he was cheated by Wen Liang, and wrinkled his nose in disgust to pick out names, but when he took out the coal ball from under the bed, he still pushed it into the cat food bowl without complaint inside.