My tablemate is idol

Half an hour later, the plane entered the cruising mode, all the lights in the cabin were turned off, and most of the passengers were resting with their eyes closed. Zhai Yixun was sweating non-stop while clutching the phone. Now, he could finally turn it on.

The cold white light reflected on the pitch-black pupils, and the tense expression on the deep-featured face appeared even colder under the weak light. He opened the downloaded file and read every word carefully, for fear of missing something that should not be missed. detail.

The general idea of ​​the document is that after difficult surveillance comparisons and scrutiny, the police targeted three suspicious persons. These three persons were all captured by the surveillance at the school gate during the time when the sports meeting incident occurred, but because they did not have a positive face And more shots, the police spent a lot of time and are not conclusive.

Until that day, the hug photos of Zhai Yixun and Lin Hang were exposed, and one of the photos showed a corner of the flower bed in the community, which reminded a certain quick-witted policeman of a surveillance frame he had seen before—one of them was in a black jacket with a cropped head. The suspicious person has also wandered around at this angle and at this time period many times, as if waiting for something.

After the questioning stage, it can be roughly confirmed that this size has something to do with the whole thing.

After reading this, Zhai Yixun's heart was slightly relieved. What he didn't expect was that the events of the sports meeting were also related to sneak shots. These people must keep pestering Lin Hang in this way. Why? ?

During the ten-hour voyage, Zhai Yixun hardly closed his eyes, and his nervous thoughts made all the difficulties disappear.

At night in Paris, the long accordion sound wafts from the Seine River, and the street lamps light up one by one, as mellow and hazy as melted butter.

On the ground in front of a baroque building, a clean and flat red carpet was spread for a full 50 meters, extending from the front of the hall to the drop-off point.Behind the shiny guardrails on both sides of the red carpet, journalists and cameramen have been waiting for a long time. The guests in this small-scale reception are all heavyweights. Artists hope that in such a small but beautiful atmosphere, they can talk to each other and create a match made in heaven. .

Some guests came one after another. They are all well-known producers or actors. The cameras are routine, flashing indifferently at different frequencies, waiting to be posted on different social platforms. The reporters shouted sparsely, They have long been familiar with such a scene, and it is more boring.

Until a person appeared, like a broken star falling from the sky, falling into the calm lake, breaking the boring and long red carpet scene.

People saw a never-before-seen, fresh and reserved young Asian face appearing under the bright flashlight.There is faint blush on the fluffy fair face, like a green and unripe peach at the turn of spring and summer. Although the facial features are not as profound as those of Europeans and Americans, they are just as carefully placed by God with tweezers. They are just right.

The dark brown hair is slightly messy but still beautiful under the stylist's technique, and a romantic and lovely little knot is tied in the back of the hair.The snow-white shirt and black cashmere suit closely lined the thin and tall body, and there was not a speck of dust on the small leather shoes. Walking on the red carpet silently, the demeanor was elegant and youthful.

"Who is that?"

Reporters from different regions whispered in different languages. They had never seen such a young guest at previous exchange meetings. Unlike the Asian actors in their impressions, the youth in front of them had a more clear demeanor like thin snow. They all reveal an innocence that seems to be ignorant of the world, and it seems that they cannot be integrated with the noisy entertainment circle.

Lin Hang's heart was already as tense as a deer. He tried his best to keep calm, and the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc, casting sincere eyes and gentle smiles like people in different directions, or waving, or nodding, or slightly bowing.

Seeing the smiling boy with starry eyes, the female reporters asked different questions excitedly, but their words were drowned out by bursts of violent and hasty shutter sounds.

When Zhai Yixun arrived near the red carpet, Lin Hang had already turned around and entered the hall. He tried to go further, but was stopped by the security guards outside the red carpet. They warned him in French that guests or staff who were not invited were strictly prohibited. Enter this area.

Zhai Yiyi sent him a message on his mobile phone, telling him that Lin Hang had finished walking the red carpet in the live broadcast, and asked him if he had seen him. Zhai Yixun turned his back and suddenly choked up. He was still late and didn't see With a glance at him, the exquisite and gorgeous glass doors separated the two people in two spaces.

After pleading for half an hour, the security guards still ruthlessly drove away the uninvited guest, so Zhai Yixun had no choice but to walk away dejectedly.He walked under a sycamore tree a hundred meters away. There were no lights around, and there was a thick layer of dead leaves under his feet. He hid in the darkness and looked at the gorgeous lights not far away, and listened to the voices of people. A trace of unspeakable melancholy.

Is this him and his different world?

When studying and studying together, the same classroom and the same desk never made him feel that there was a sense of distance between the two of them. This sense of distance did not come from family background or personality, but from social roles.

That night when Lin Hang complained so angrily to him, saying that he didn't understand him, he finally understood a little bit in his heart.

"But I really want to work hard to walk into you. Others only see your brilliance. Who knows that you will have so many dark moments when the door is closed." He kicked the dead leaves under his feet and muttered language.

The hall is filled with intoxicating aromas, sparkling jewelry necklaces, champagne and exquisite desserts, fragrant foie gras steaks, sweet and melodious violin and piano lingering between the high dome and crystal chandeliers.

The host slowly introduced the well-known guests in the film industry. People held champagne and chatted casually. Lin Hang leaned forward slightly and listened carefully to Director Pierre's conception of the new movie. From time to time, there were people who were interested in Lin Hang Come and clink glasses.

A pair of eyes fell on Lin Hang in the distance.Turning his eyes, Lin Hang also unexpectedly met that person's eyes.A voice unexpectedly sounded in the hearts of both of them, "It turned out to be him."

Lin Hang took the initiative to walk towards that person.He looked at the man, who looked about 50 or [-] years old, with meticulously combed hair, a few wrinkles around his eyes, and a gentle and humble smile, but with an unpredictable expression.

"Uncle Yuan?" Lin Hang was a little surprised.

"Hanghang. I didn't expect to see you here." The other party also returned him with a little surprise.

"How are you doing now? Do you have a large number of small fans in China? I didn't expect you to come to such a reception." Mr. Yuan lowered his head and smiled, with a hint of disbelief at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the boy. The last time he saw him, It's just a ten-year-old kid.

"Oh, by the way, your father..." Mr. Yuan seemed to remember something.

"Uncle Yuan... are you starting to invest in film projects now?" Lin Hang was displeased and interrupted him with a smile on his face.

"Yes, the domestic film industry has developed well in recent years. It's a pity that your father has not been in touch. I discussed with him in the early years, and I will continue to work hard in this area in the future." Mr. Yuan took a sip of champagne, and deliberately picked start that topic.

Lin Hang trembled, wanted to turn around and leave, and reluctantly talked to him absent-mindedly.This wealthy Mr. Yuan was a close friend who worked hard with his father when he was young. His father lost contact seven years ago, and he rarely appeared in the sight of the Lin family, living abroad for a long time.

"If I have news about your father, I will tell you in time." At the end, Mr. Yuan did not forget to bring up that topic again.

Being mentioned in public, Lin Hang felt uncomfortable all over, so he had to smile politely, turn and leave.

At 10:30 in the evening in Paris, the wind was blowing, and Zhai Yixun stood in the square not far away, watching the last few pigeons flying up, and the tourists had dispersed. He could not book a nearby hotel, and all the rooms were closed. It was full of these Vanity Fair guests.

He hadn't found a place to stay yet, but he refused to leave. A gust of wind blew, and his head was a little dizzy. He shrunk slightly, with his arms folded, only to realize that he hadn't slept much for two whole nights. A thin black sweater has embarked on a voyage of thousands of miles, which is a little ridiculous and a little bit lost.

He was in a hurry when he got off the plane, but now staring around, he realized that the exteriors of various store buildings were covered with Christmas lights and decorations, red, green, orange and yellow, colorful, Christmas is coming.He walked west along the square, trying to stop by to see if there were any suitable Christmas presents.

Standing on the small balcony, Lin Hang was surrounded by a feast of toasts and cups. The gold-plated Vanity Fair made him confused and hesitant about the future.He looked at the small square in front of him, the old couple walked slowly, the last group of tourists scattered away, and the people in black sweaters and hats walked westward in a hurry. He thought of that person, and there was something Such a dress.Now, I don't know how he is.

At the end of the song, the reception finally ended at 1:[-] in the morning. With his head down and a small box in his hand, Zhai Yixun returned to the sycamore tree. Black cars passed by one after another, but he didn't care. Know which one is his.The hotel helped him book a hotel ten kilometers away, but he still couldn't see him, so Zhai Yixun had to go back to the hotel first.

In the early morning of this day, in a taxi in Paris, the teenager collapsed on the back seat of a foreign country, clutching a small box, crying loudly, and refused to get out of the car until the door of the hotel.

In Lin Hang's hotel room, Xiao Wang was talking to him about tomorrow's work content. After shooting a few magazines, the work in Paris was over. of pills.

Xiao Wang started to help him pack his luggage in advance, "This scarf...why haven't I seen you wear it before, is it yours, do you want to put it in?"

Lin Hang turned his head and saw the beige scarf Zhai Yixun gave him that day. He hesitated for a while before saying that he didn't know, and let Xiao Wang handle it casually, then turned his head and continued to read the textbook absent-mindedly.

The next day was sunny in Paris. Photographers and fashion editors kept admiring this boy with a clean and expressive smile. Seeing Lin Hang jumping and bouncing under the camera, Xiao Wang couldn't help sighing. He often couldn't figure it out. How did Lin Hang often suffer from insomnia late at night, with bloodshot eyes and restlessness, but the next day he was able to complete every task like a normal person.

Xiao Wang is always afraid that this boy will one day collapse like a flood and swallow all his laughter.

According to the information provided by the scalper, Zhai Yixun bought the same flight back to China as Lin Hang, but he did not expect that the broadcast of the TV series in China and the live broadcast of the reception attracted a large number of fans for his boyfriend. He took the special passage, was the last to enter the cabin, and the first to leave the cabin, but he still didn't see him.

The city was getting colder and colder, and it was getting below zero. When Lin Hang returned to the community, he got off the car and felt the cold on his face. He didn't wear a scarf, and the cold wind poured in from his neck, which made people shiver a few times.

Waiting for the elevator gap, the security guard chatted with him, saying that when he was away, those reporters finally stopped harassing him, and there was a boy who kept pestering him all night and refused to leave.

"Ah? What does he look like?" Lin Hang's pupils dilated a little, and he squeezed the suitcase tightly with his fingers.

The security guard described Zhai Yixun's appearance to him. Lin Hang's eyes filled with tears as he listened. He dialed his number, but the phone was turned off. After a long voyage, Zhai Yixun's mobile phone did not have enough battery power. , he didn't even notice it.

Lin Hang called Xiao Wang and asked him anxiously where the scarf was. Xiao Wang faltered and said he couldn’t remember it, and it might have been left in the hotel. Lin Hang called the Peninsula Hotel again. Unfortunately, the hotel also said it did not see the scarf.

It was gloomy outside the window, and it seemed that there was a heavy snowfall. Today was Christmas Eve, and he wanted to apologize to Zhai Yixun, telling him that he was self-willed these days, but now, he lost the scarf he gave him.

He changed a piece of clothes, took something, packed his schoolbag, and hurried out the door.