Everyone says we're tying up the hype

The news given by the program team is that Wen Liang will not be able to participate in the next three to four periods.

An Yuan came forward and gave Lin Jingzhuo two options. He could perform some missions and travel alone, or he could simply ask for leave and disappear with Wen Liang.

Lin Jingzhuo decisively chose the latter, packed his bags and returned to the set that day.

The moment Wen Meiqiu saw him, he went crazy, flew off the cabinet in the hotel and smashed into Lin Jingzhuo's arms.

Lin Jingzhuo wore a peaked cap, dragged the suitcase in one hand and carried the cat in the other, and entered his room with a grim expression.

Compared with his previous costume dramas, the filming time of this drama is not too long.The construction period was short, and the place where Lin Jingzhuo lived was not very tainted with the atmosphere of life, and it was still a cool and cold hotel room even when the lights were turned on.

Lin Jingzhuo has always disliked being followed by others, so as long as he is not too busy or too tired, he usually takes care of himself.

He leaned the suitcase aside and sat down casually on a nearby cabinet, with his long legs hanging down, shaking slightly with the black cat's tail.

The coal ball screamed, twisted and turned over in Lin Jingzhuo's arms, revealing a soft and fat belly.

Logically speaking, as a semi-free-range cat, Briquette should be muscular and scurry around every day.

It's all because Wen Liang sent too many cans.

Lin Jingzhuo poked the briquette in the stomach, just about to stand up to get the script to do homework, but stopped in the middle of the movement.

2 minute later.

Lin Jingzhuo frowned, holding the script in one hand, maintaining a half-sitting squatting posture, and took a long photo of the briquettes on his knees.

It's really gay to take pictures of your own cats or something.

Lin Zhinan looked disgusted, but he quickly completed the shooting task.

His job is to face the camera all the year round, so relatively speaking, he is quite accomplished in photography.

Even though Wen Meiqiu is a bit richer, he still looks naive in the photos, with big yellow eyes, and looks clever and a little cunning.

Lin Jingzhuo took a pen in one hand and drew circles on the script, and the other hand did not rest, he thoughtfully picked a color tone for the coal ball, and saved it in the photo album

Probably means.

I can't bother you.

I will never find you if I find you by private message.

But if I posted Weibo and you swiped it, it would be your responsibility.

Who would know the heart of the first love of a young boy with sullen facial paralysis in adolescence.

Lin Jingzhuo, who put down his phone, still had an indifferent expression on his face. After lifting the cat off his lap, he began to do his homework for tomorrow's filming.This youth drama is actually quite traumatic literature,

To Lin Jingzhuo to sum it up, it is probably that you love me and I love you but I can't love you for your own good. It is such a simple story that can write 40 words.

Lin Jingzhuo's youth was not scarred at all.

As a good-looking academic bully standing at the top of the pyramid, with a happy family and no love, Lin Jingzhuo used his strength to eliminate all the possibility of youthful pain.

Until you see Wen Liang.

That kind of cautiousness, those tossing and turning, that person's laughter lingering in his breath, he almost became the switch to turn on Lin Zhinan's lingering thoughts.

Lin Jingzhuo drew a line under his lines, and began to rehearse tomorrow's scene in his mind.

He and Huo Fan really didn't call, and his company forcibly suppressed the other party's repeated attempts to stir up some scandals, and Lin Jingzhuo followed suit and became more and more cold.

It's okay in front of the camera, Lin Jingzhuo can be affectionate towards a telephone pole, and at most he's a bit reluctant towards the heroine, but when he's in a scene, he's always online and autistic.

It would be great if I could play against Wen Liang.

Lin Jingzhuo's hand was still on the script, and he looked up at the window while reciting his lines, subconsciously replacing Huo Fanquan in the script with Wen Liang.

There's another kiss scene tomorrow.

How is it written in the script.

Wen Liang walked to his side, leaned on the edge of the bed with one hand, and slowly bent down.

It was raining outside the window, and the air in the room was very quiet.The person sleeping on the bed was unconscious. The rain yesterday made his body temperature abnormally high, and the breath he exhaled was hot to the touch.

Wen Liang lowered her head, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, and the slender fingers clenched into fists were slightly scratched by herself.

Finally, the breaths of the two were intertwined.

Ah, sure enough, after replacing the person with Wen Liang, any drama would be heaven.

Lin Jingzhuo sighed, feeling that spring came a little early for him.

Standing up, he took a bottle of water next to him and unscrewed it. Just as Lin Jingzhuo was about to put down his things to shovel shit, he heard his cell phone vibrate next to him.

"Your beauty Wen Liang posted on Weibo."

This is the star chasing software that Lin Jingzhuo just downloaded, and he learned it from fans.

Although Wen Liang is a big pig who dare not post a Weibo for two years, Lin Jingzhuo, along with his tens of millions of fans, downloaded a software and waited in humility.

As a result, within 2 minutes of being humbled, Wen Liang went online, and quickly posted a Weibo five seconds after going online.

@暖凉: Arrived.

There are also four pictures below with a very good conscience.

The terminal building, the airplane meal, a slender and thin hand pressing on the window and saying yeah, and the last picture is a black wild cat squatting on the side of the road.

The fans didn't know why, and thought it was just where Wen Liang went to work, and they just posted a few photos when they got interested.

But Lin Jingzhuo felt that he could translate the meaning of Wen Liang just like looking at pictures and writing words.

"I'm here. I've already eaten. I'm in a good mood. I saw a cat that looks like a warm briquette, so I want to show you."

Wen Liang seemed to be standing beside him, with his always gentle and quiet smile on his face, when he turned his head, his eyes were doting and helpless, and maybe he would even stroke his head.

"Did you hear that? Xiao? Long-winded."

Lin Jingzhuo felt that his nose suddenly felt a little sore.

He raised his hand and pinched his nose, and opened his mouth to blame why the weather was so bad.After gulping down a whole bottle of water, he stood up and went to the door to adjust the temperature of the central air conditioner.

It's just that the footsteps of walking are a bit fluttering.

In the end, he didn't poke the adjustment panel of the air conditioner, but turned off all the lights in the room with a slap.

The briquettes in the corner who were drinking Lin Jing's sweater were taken aback and meowed.

Lin Jingzhuo, who was facing the wall like a gecko, closed his eyes, looked like he was about to smile, and sighed while covering his forehead.

"Warm and cool..."

Wen Liang, who was on the other side of the ocean, sneezed.

"Too cold?" The doctor on the opposite side handed him a glass of water and sat down with a smile.

Wen Liang took the water, put one hand on her lap covered with a thin blanket, smiled and shook her head: "No, it's very comfortable."

He is already very familiar with psychological counseling of various natures.

Before coming with someone, but later by himself, some doctors joked with him in private that they hate patients like him the most.

He seems to be terribly cooperative, gentle and elegant, he can seriously analyze himself no matter what you ask, his deep and magnetic voice makes you feel that every word he says is the most sincere confession in his heart.

The actor's acting skills permeate every aspect of life.

"Come on, tell me how you've been doing recently."

"Very good." Gently rubbing his warm fingers on the plush blanket, he lowered his head and looked at his own face reflected in the white porcelain cup, as if thinking about it seriously, and then smiled "I see a kid again."

The doctor motioned him to continue.

"I kind of like him, but still..."

But when I close my eyes, I often think of another person.

This made me feel very ashamed and unspeakable.

Wen Liang never tried to avoid the problem, he was frank and sincere in front of all the doctors.

But still can't find a way.

"Still dreaming about Charlie?"

"Yes."

Leaning on the sofa, Wen Liang stared at the verdant evergreen plants outside, her closed eyes were as deep and waveless as an ancient well.He smiled lightly, a shallow dimple formed at the corner of his mouth, the person in the white shirt was clear and elusive.

"I can always see him very clearly, standing on the cliff by the sea and asking me why I can't see him."

It was the summer after Wen Liang had just won the Best Actor award. He was repeatedly invited by his childhood partner, but finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned down all his work, and took time to go to the beach together.

Cui Jue is congenitally deficient, and almost none of his heart, liver, spleen, lung, and kidney indicators are normal. Wen Liang's deepest impression on him is that he always leans on the wheelchair and looks at himself with a smile.

After Wen Liang became famous, he came into contact with many people and more advanced medical resources, and has been helping Cui Jue to pay attention.The doctor clearly said that Cui Jue might be able to get better if he took good care of him, so Wen Liang didn't have to worry too much.

"I don't care about anyone in this world."

"I just want to see you."

"I am a sick ghost, there is no difference between life and death. As long as you remember me, I will always live in your heart."

"Wen Liang, love me."

It's an old-fashioned and bloody plot in a TV series. If it's written into a script, it probably won't be favored by an actor of Wen Liang's level.

But in life, its power is enough to destroy a man in his prime.

Cui Jue died at the best age, and when he fell, his smile was as bright as the most beautiful rose.

Then left Wen Liang alone in the vast world.

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Sorry for the lateness.

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