I still like you [entertainment circle]

Although the person who came was wearing the uniform of the on-site staff and had a work pass on his chest, Ji Lin was still wary, and it was impossible for him to follow anyone casually.

He asked, "Which gentleman is looking for me?"

The man replied: "The gentleman said, if you don't want to go with me, just let me mention the name 'Wen Yu'."

Ji Lin was startled: "Wen Yu?"

"Yeah." The man nodded slightly.

Ji Lin hesitated for a moment, got up and followed him.

The man led Ji Lin to the private lounge in the backstage. The one in the lounge was not Wen Yu, but the old man whom he saw at Wen Yu's house last time—Wen Yu's grandfather.

The old man was sitting on a chair drinking tea, with the butler standing beside him.

When Ji Lin saw him, he was more surprised than seeing Wen Yu himself. Although he guessed that the chance of Wen Yu coming would be low, he never expected that it would be Wen Yu's grandfather who was looking for him.

After being surprised, Ji Lin became a little emotional, because of what the old man did to Wen Yu last time.

Although he didn't like it, he still had to be polite. Ji Lin bowed politely, didn't say anything, and turned to leave.

"Sit down." The old man told him.

Ji Lin paused.

"Since you've already come here, don't make this trip in vain." The old man's voice was low and hoarse, "Sit here and chat with me."

Ji Lin thought to himself, let me chat with you about hammers.

"I already asked the person looking for you to mention Wen Yu, what else do you think I can talk to you about?" the old man said.

This sentence is worth ten sentences, Ji Lin turned around decisively, and sat down in front of the old man.

"How do you know I'm here?" Ji Lin asked him, "Are you investigating me?"

The old man didn't answer, but just stared at Ji Lin's face carefully.

Ji Lin was uncomfortable being stared at by him, and his brows frowned involuntarily.

Someone opened the door and walked in from the outside, and asked the old man loudly: "Uncle, have you seen Ji Lin?"

Ji Lin turned his head when he heard the sound.

"See you." The old man smiled kindly at him, "Thank you, Dong Qing."

"It's okay. Are you Ji Lin?" The man held out his hand to Ji Lin, "I'm Wu Dongqing, and I'm a member of the organizer of this charity gala."

Ji Lin shook hands with him politely, at a loss.

"Then talk slowly, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first." Before Ji Lin could react, the man walked out of the lounge in a hurry, coming and going in a hurry.

The old man took a sip of tea and explained in a calm manner: "I didn't investigate you. The one just now is my friend's son. Today's charity gala was funded by him. I also accidentally learned that you will attend this gala. Ask him to help, find a way for me to meet you."

No matter how talented the old man is, he wouldn't reach out to the entertainment industry. He was lucky, and before he sent someone to inquire about Ji Lin's identity and background, he got the chance to meet him by chance.

The old man returned to China this time to attend the wedding of his old friend's son, Wu Dongqing, and stayed at his house for a few days. He learned that he had funded a charity gala, and saw Ji Lin's name in the invitation list.

"I have a destiny with you." The old man said lightly, "Even God hopes that I can meet you again."

Ji Lin looked at him silently.

After not seeing each other for a few days, he found that the old man's face was much more accommodating, his mental state was not very good, and his voice was also weak. Compared with the domineering and aggressive look at Wen Yu's house last time, he was not aggressive at all at this moment .

It feels like an old grandfather who is dying.

But Ji Lin is still upset to see him, even though he is Wen Yu's grandfather.

"How old are you?" the old man asked suddenly.

Ji Lin was stunned: "Huh?"

"Ask how old you are."

"...22."

The old man frowned slightly: "So small?"

Ji Lin became more and more confused.

"How long have you been a star?" the old man asked again.

Ji Lin was frantic in his heart, but his face was calm: "Less than two years."

"What do parents do, are they also celebrities?"

Ji Lin was completely impatient, and said bluntly, "Are you here to investigate my account?"

The old man couldn't help frowning, not very satisfied with Ji Lin's attitude, recalling the last time the child pointed fingers at him in front of Wen Yu, the old man's expression darkened: "Do young people nowadays talk to their elders with this attitude?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with the way I'm talking to you." Ji Lin looked directly at the old man, "It's you, now the elders talk to the younger generations in this way of interrogation?"

The atmosphere of the conversation became tense in an instant, the old man's face was gloomy, and Ji Lin's expression was not good-looking.

Ji Lin's good temper and self-cultivation are useless in front of this old man. Thinking of all the things that Wen Yu might have been bullied by him in the past, Ji Lin couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

The old man is in a mixed mood at the moment.

In his eyes now, Ji Lin is not only the arrogant young man who made him unable to step down, but also Wen Yu's favorite object.

Another man.

His son liked men, but in the end, his grandson still liked men.

Maybe he is really old, or maybe he feels that it is useless to be angry. The old man knows that Wen Yu said those words to make himself unhappy, but now he doesn't even have the strength to reprimand him.

The moment Wen Yu said those words, the mountain in the old man's heart had completely collapsed, and it was only after that day that he truly felt the feeling of powerlessness—a deep sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body.

Ji Lin broke the silence with a cold voice: "What did you do to Wen Yu before? Did you hurt him?"

The old man asked back, "What do you mean by injury?"

Ji Lin said with a gloomy face, "You know what I'm talking about."

Rebuking, beating and scolding, treating each other with cold eyes... Ji Lin has already thought of the worst situation he can think of.

The old man remained silent for a long time, his eyes fell to other places, and he covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

"Master." Seeing this, the butler hurriedly patted him on the back.

The old man blocked his hand, and suddenly said to Ji Lin: "Come out for a walk with me, cough...cough...this room is very stuffy."

The old man coughed non-stop, Ji Lin clenched his fist slightly, his heart softened after all.

The butler held the old man's arm, and the old man waved his hand and said, "You don't have to follow."

The old man leaned on crutches and stood up tremblingly, Ji Lin clicked his tongue softly, instinctively, he went over to support him.

The old man turned his head to look at him, and his eyes couldn't help moving up, and fell on Ji Lin's face, "You are quite tall."

Ji Lin remained indifferent, and helped him to go out.

"Too thin." The old man murmured, "You should eat more."

Before walking out of the hall, Ji Lin took out a disposable mask from his pocket and put it on.

"Will it be seen by your fans?" the old man asked.

Ji Lin hummed.

"Then promise to accompany me out for a walk?"

Ji Lin said indifferently: "Don't you think it's boring inside?"

The old man's complexion was really bad, and he coughed badly.

Ji Lin glanced around, but didn't see any fans, and the reporters were also at the party.

Fortunately, this charity gala is not considered official, and his itinerary for today has not been made public, and no fans followed him.

The two were silent, speechless all the way, only the intermittent coughing of the old man, occasionally breaking the silence, and then dissipating in the night.

"Why?" Ji Lin said suddenly, with a heavy tone, "Why did you treat him like that?"

The old man was taken aback, and his voice was hoarse: "I've already been hurt, so is there any point in asking why?"

"So you did hurt him?" Ji Lin tightened his hand slightly, "Called him?... Hit him?"

The old man did not make a sound, noncommittal.

Ji Lin suddenly felt that what he said was right.

It doesn't make any sense to ask why, and he doesn't want to know the reason now, he just wants to know what Wen Yu went through.

The old man covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed a few times, pointed to the bench in front of the fountain not far away with his cane, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go and sit there."

Ji Lin stopped, his eyes turned completely cold, he tore off the mask on his face, and asked: "What else? Besides beating him and scolding him, have you done anything more outrageous?"

The old man turned to look at him, silent.

"Speak!" Ji Lin roared.

There was a roar for no reason, which made the old man tremble in fright. He covered his mouth and coughed violently.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough...cough, no, cough cough...It's not often that I hit him, he coughs cough...he's my grandson, cough cough..."

Seeing this, Ji Lin helped him to sit down on the bench, and hurriedly patted him on the back.

The old man's eyes were red from coughing, and Ji Lin's eyes were also red and a little sour.

Ji Lin kept patting the old man's back, listening to the coughing in his ears gradually getting smaller until it stopped.

Ji Lin's hand on the old man's back slowly slipped, and he said weakly: "What happened to him before? Can you tell me?"

Ji Lin's tone seemed to be pleading.

"what are you doing?"

Hearing the familiar voice, both of them froze.

Ji Lin raised his head abruptly, Wen Yu was standing one meter away, looking at him with an unclear expression.

Ji Lin hurriedly got up, "Why are you here?"

"I'll pick you up." Wen Yu glanced indifferently at the old man beside him, and asked Ji Lin, "Why are you with him?"

Before Ji Lin could answer, Wen Yu asked again: "Are you asking him about my past?"

Ji Lin was taken aback.

There was no emotion in Wen Yu's eyes, but Ji Lin felt that his face was terribly cold.

"I didn't..." It was a long story, and Ji Lin didn't know how to explain it for a while.

"Is it necessary to ask him about my affairs?" Wen Yu's face was cold, and there was a sense of reproach in his tone, "Who asked you to find him?"

For some reason, Ji Lin suddenly became angry. He was silent for a few seconds and asked back, "Why can't I find him? Why can't I inquire about your affairs?"

"Who asked you to find him!" Wen Yu yelled, "Did I ask you to find him? Why didn't you just ask me?"

Ji Lin was aggrieved by his yelling, and became even more angry, "Ask you? Will you say it if I ask you?"

Wen Yu was silent.

"Okay." Ji Lin walked up to Wen Yu, looked into his eyes and paused, "Then I'll ask you now."

"Why did you drink so much that day?"

"Why do you cry when you're drunk?"

"Why did you see a psychiatrist before?"

"Why do I feel uncomfortable when I see pills?"

"Why did you leave in the first place?"

"Why did your father commit suicide?"

When the last question was asked, Wen Yu's face changed suddenly.

Ji Lin asked a series of questions in one breath, and when his voice stopped abruptly, his breathing was rapid and heavy, and his chest heaved violently.

"These questions," Ji Lin looked at Wen Yu, "if I asked you, would you answer them?"

Wen Yu didn't speak.

The answer is already obvious.

"You won't." Ji Lin's voice choked, "What can I ask you? What will you tell me?"

Ji Lin lowered his head and pressed his sore eyes.

He was really fed up with the feeling of reaching out desperately but always being out of reach.

What kind of wild cat is so close, it is clearly a rose covered with thorns, even the petals are covered, there is no place to touch.

Why can't he say "like" all the time, why can't he be as frank as he was nine years ago, because he is afraid that once he says it, he will get the same "escape" as before.

Wen Yu has never been able to have a heart-to-heart relationship with him, and he never wanted to. Ji Lin knows all about this.

He's self-aware, so what can he ask him?

Can't ask anything.

Wen Yu stared at Ji Lin without saying a word, Ji Lin's thin figure melted into the night, looking extraordinarily cold.

He moved slightly, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Ji Lin took a step back and whispered, "I'm going back."

His voice became slightly nasal, and Wen Yu's heart tightened.

Wen Yu's grandfather sat aside and didn't speak from the beginning to the end, Ji Lin turned his head to say goodbye to him, and left.

The old man sighed heavily, and said in a deep voice, "I found him."

Wen Yu turned to look at him, and said coldly, "Get away from him."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-01-0300：31：54～2020-01-0321：09：53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 19 bottles of cauliflower with a heart like water; 6 bottles of Yi Ran loves to eat fish; 5 bottles of Min Jiugu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!