Everyone says we're tying up the hype

Wen Liang touched his nose, feeling a little frustrated.

He turned over and got out of bed, casually approved a coat hanging on the chair, pulled on his slippers and walked directly to the door.

Outside the door, Zhuang Fang, who had just returned from supper, was squinting his eyes and letting the wind out by the window.

Zhuang Fang felt that he had seen a ghost.

Either that today's Erguotou is too much.

Otherwise, why would he see a person who was supposed to be abroad, now wearing pajamas, buttoned up and a coat, appearing at the door of his hero's hotel room... the door! ?

"Wen...Wen cool!?" Zhuang Fang couldn't hold the pancakes firmly.

"Yeah." But Wen Liang just passed by in a hurry, patted him on the shoulder, gathered his coat and got on the elevator.

Really young life.

Zhuang Fang murmured shaking his head, took out his phone with the last bit of rationality, and took a picture of Wen Liang's back.

The temperature in the corridor is much lower than the temperature in the room. When Wen Liang walked briskly, he was full of thoughts about whether Lin Jingzhuo, who walked away in a single shirt, would catch a cold.

Fortunately, it was very late now, and no one in the hotel was doing activities outside.

Wen Liang stood at the door of his room, raised his hand and knocked cautiously on the door.

Of course no one answered.

"Jing Zhuo?" Wen Liang called out in a low voice, but felt that it was unlikely that he could hear it through such a thick door.

He sighed, and stood at the door to call the kid who had run away from home.

Although he was rebellious, the kid still picked it up obediently: "Yeah."

"Won't you open the door for me?" Wen Liang leaned against the door and asked Lin Jingzhuo in a low voice, "I was wrong."

When Lin Jingzhuo opened his mouth, he wanted to utter the most classic lines of the dog-blood drama, but thinking about it, it seemed extremely low: "Ah, oh."

"Don't you think about forgiving me?" Wen Liang pressed her forehead against the door.

"Don't think about it." Lin Jingzhuo sat cross-legged on the ground with his pillow in his arms, and his voice was dry, "I've already passed you through like I passed through my aunt."

"Jing Zhuo, my aunt once a month."

"I'm not mentally retarded!"

"Then you can experience me every day." Wen Liang said with a smile.

"No, I'm still young. In my youth, I'm doomed to be full of colorful rings, fat, swallows and thin ones every month." Lin Jingzhuo showed his ability to argue with his parents, "I think the young ladies in the crew are pretty, I will ask for WeChat tomorrow."

The two people who were wasting phone bills through a door were quite energetic, and they smiled warmly and pretended to be big-tailed wolves: "Then, what should I do if I'm sad."

"Isn't it just an ex who is 12 years older than me, heh. At that time, I will have a young lady in my hand...Wen Liang, are you coughing?"

Lin Jingzhuo got up with a grunt, opened the door and pulled the person in: "Where's your coat!"

"It's not that you don't feel sorry for me." Wen Liang gathered the coat on her shoulders, "It's still in it."

"It's so thin, you look good in it?" Lin Jingzhuo didn't let out a breath, threw his pillow to Wen Liang for him to hold, went to the closet to get a thick coat for Wen Liang, and gave it to him carefully Approved on the shoulders.

Wen Liang opened his coat and hugged him tightly, and pressed against Lin Jingzhuo's ear: "You know that's not what I meant."

Lin Jingzhuo was put on the heart by Wen Liang, he turned his face sideways, listening to the throbbing heartbeat of the person in front of him: "I know... I am indeed...too young for you."

, did not graduate from high school, the family is happy, the studies are smooth, the social experience is basically zero, a typical child in an ivory tower.

"But I can be responsible for the promises I made. It seems a lot to be 12 years old now, but when we are all seventy or eighty years old, 12 years old is nothing."

"Okay...okay." Seeing that he was talking at twice the speed tonight, Wen Liang thought that the kid was in a hurry, so she smiled and kissed the top of his head, "Wait until you graduate, okay, wait until you finish the exam , Teacher Wen will take you out to sea to play."

Lin Jingzhuo raised his head, his star-like eyes were full of unbelievable excitement.

They were going to go to sea in "Fake Play", but Wen Liang confessed that he was sick at that time.

If he promises to go to sea after the college entrance examination... Does that mean it?

"Well, I'll be fine by then." Wen Liang smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Otherwise, when you're seventy or eighty, I'll be gone."

"Teacher Wen." Lin Jingzhuo's face darkened instantly.

Wen Liang pursed her lips and smiled flatteringly, dangling Lin Jingzhuo in her arms, trying to change the topic.

The newlyweds quarreled, and when they couldn't find a bed, they hurriedly made up.

But after the reconciliation, there are still some brutal factual issues that need to be resolved.

For example, director Zhuang Fangzhuang who is holding a pancake downstairs and hasn't eaten it yet.

Zhuang Fang rushed up to the top floor with his stiff pancake fruit within ten seconds of receiving the call.

While kicking open the door to welcome him, Zhuang Fang burst into tears: "Wen Liang, you heartless man! Lin Jingzhuo, you stinky man!" The two sitting on the sofa ate together.

"How long."

As soon as Wen Liang poured Zhuang a cup of hot water and came back, he heard Zhuang Fang ask with a dark face.

"Not long." Wen Liang replied with a smile, "After I come back."

"I fucking asked you how many days you've been back!" Zhuang Fang scratched his hair angrily, "We were all scared to death when we left, what's going on with you!"

Just as anxious as Zhuang Fang was the "Why isn't Wen Liang married yet" group.

Oh no, people in the group that has been renamed "Wen Liang Thick Eyebrows and Big Eyes Betray the Revolution".

"Where are you running, old man Wen!"

"I just went to shoot a group film, and you're in love!"

"We're talking about a top student who can get full marks in high school mathematics."

"Beasts!"

"The heartless man!"

"It's been less than half a month since I came back." Wen Liang was calm, sitting in an armchair wearing glasses, elegantly looking like a gentleman from the last century, "I'm busy with dating so I don't have time to tell you."

Lin Jing, who was on the sofa, tapped his hand on his nose and coughed.

"Lin Jingzhuo, sit upright for me!"

Lin Jingzhuo sat upright in a dignified manner: "Director Zhuang, actually..."

"Do you know that the show you are on is called a fake show!" Zhuang Fang looked at this on the left and that on the right, breaking down and wanting to cry, "You are crazy, Xiaojing is only a senior in high school!"

Lin Jingzhuo didn't like others talking about his age, so he cleared his throat: "Director, that, there is an idiom that is quite correct."

"Say!"

"Fake play...do it for real."

Zhuang Fang opened his mouth, almost wanting to hit someone with pancakes: "You're promising, aren't you! No wonder the kiss scene is still procrastinating, you have to find a place to solve your virgin kiss first!"

Lin Jingzhuo stiffened his neck and refused to answer: "And I have reason to infer that when the two of us go to the fake show again, the effect will definitely be better. At that time, no one will say that we are not worthy."

"You sacrificed your love for your career, didn't you!"

Wen Liang looked at Lin Jingzhuo, who was bickering calmly, and Zhuang Fang, who was crazy, and smiled and coughed with his hands on his lips.

But come to think of it, since he's back, it's time to go back.

I hope that the fans and friends will show some face and stop saying that they are not worthy.

Otherwise, the children will become fighting Buddhas.

The author has something to say:

Fans and friends: nonexistent.