I hate seeing the facade

As soon as Fang Yiran walked into the practice room, he happened to see Sun Hua and Yu Jingliang standing upright, as stiff as prisoners in a prison for interrogation.

In front of them was Yu Rong with a solemn expression, holding a mobile phone and recording.

Yu Jingliang racked his brains and began to say words: "Well, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, I wish everyone a happy body and good luck in everything."

Sun Hua was choked up for a few seconds, looking speechless, and said in a stuttering voice, "Then everyone, eat more glutinous rice balls... No, it's mooncakes, mooncakes."

"..." Yu Rong silently pressed the pause button.

"On the literary quality of contemporary popular artists." Fang Yiran shook his head, "It's so sad."

Sun Hua laughed at him: "Come on, let me see how a literary teacher Fang can express a Mid-Autumn Festival blessing."

Fang Yiran raised his eyebrows and tugged at Yu Rong's arm.

"Let's let him increase his knowledge." Fang Yiran said, "Yu Jingliang, you record it for us."

Yu Jingliang took the phone and made an ok gesture.

Yu Rong was completely at a loss.

He was a little anxious, and grabbed Fang Yiran: "What's wrong with you?"

Fang Yiran squinted his eyes, leaned close to his ear and said something.

Yu Rong's expression instantly became subtle.

"3, 2, 1," Yu Jingliang shouted, "Let's go!"

Fang Yiran cleared his throat.

Fang Yiran: "Hello everyone! I am Fang Yiran from Y179."

Yu Rong: "I am Yu Rong."

Fang Yiran: "every year is perfect and happy, everything goes smoothly every month, every day is joyful and worry-free, always happy and joyful, every moment is full of vitality, the moon is full, people are full of flowers, everything is smooth, business is smooth and family prosperity!"

Fang Yiran: "There is a kind of concern, which is high in the clouds, so that the distance is no longer far away; there is a kind of blessing, which comes from the bottom of my heart, drawing out a series of thoughts; there is a kind of memory, which will remind you from time to time. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, I wish you all the best Good luck, happiness and sweetness!"

Yu Rong: "The captain is right. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone."

The two then bowed to the camera together.

Sun Hua: "......"

Yu Jingliang: "......"

It was already afternoon after the video was recorded, and the group went back to the dormitory first, preparing to pack up their things, and then went back to their respective houses to find their mothers.

"Where's Andy?"

Fang Yiran sat in the car and realized that there seemed to be someone missing.

"I left in the morning." Yu Jingliang said, "I went back to England with two bags of mooncakes and said that I must invite their family to taste Chinese food."

"Are you all going home?" Fang Yiran asked.

"Yeah." Yu Jingliang sighed, "I'm flying tonight. I really envy someone like you whose home and company are in the same city. What's the point of your lodging? It's a waste of resources..."

"But I remember that Yu Rong's family seems to be here too." Sun Hua interjected, "Isn't that right?"

Yu Rong was taken aback for a moment, and said vaguely, "It's sort of."

Fang Yiran was thoughtful.

After returning to the dormitory, Yiran packed up some things casually, carrying a small bag and a bag of cosmetics hand-picked by his mother, and left with a clean preparation.

Anyway, he has enough clothes to wear at home, so there is no need to carry big and small bags back and forth.

When I went downstairs, Fang Yiran's mother, Ms. Li Leilei, even made a special phone call.

"Small!" Li Leilei happily called him on the other end of the phone, "Going home tonight?"

"Mom, I'll come back." Fang Yiran was a little moved. "I...."

"Okay." Li Leilei said, "Take the cosmetics I want, and don't come back if you forget, good boy."

Mother's love is like a mountain.

"..." Fang Yiran said woodenly, "Ok you."

The elevator reaches the first floor.

Fang Yiran hung up the phone, called a car on the software, and was going to sit and wait in the lounge area in the lobby.

Then he raised his head and saw Yu Rong nestled on the sofa.

Yu Rong's luggage was also very light, even less than Fang Yiran's. He carried a black schoolbag, which looked dry and shriveled, as if it only contained a schoolbag of air.

He wore a hat, revealing a thin and pale side face and neck, even almost transparent in color against the sunlight outside the window.

He even looked a little lonely.

Fang Yiran walked up to him and sat down gently. Yu Rong looked up at him and said nothing.

The two stood side by side quietly for a minute, Fang Yiran asked, "Where are we going on vacation?"

Yu Rong ignored him.

Just when Fang Yiran thought he had lost the conversation, Yu Rong said softly, "Sleep at home."

Fang Yiran: "......"

You might as well not answer me.

"Are you waiting for the car?" Fang Yiran asked him.

Yu Rong nodded.

Then the two fell into deadly silence again.

Fang Yiran had a terrible toothache.

It's really not my problem, Fang Yiran thought, but that kid Yu Rong is really bored, like an ice lump, he can always talk to death.

A few minutes later, Huan Yurong took the initiative to speak this time.

"I'm leaving." Yu Rong said.

"...bye bye." Fang Yiran waved at him.

Then Fang Yiran stared at Yu Rong as he walked out of the dormitory building and got into a car, more precisely, it was a Porsche 911.

The moment the car door opened, Fang Yiran seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar face.

No, the drivers on the current car software, are all the cars so rich...?

Fang Yiran watched the car drive away, completely dumbfounded.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

Three seconds later, Fang Yiran jumped up like a thunder.

Shit chauffeur!This fucking car belongs to Liang Ting!The driver is fucking Liang Ting too! !

"I will fly back to country T tomorrow."

Liang Ting sprinkled some black pepper into the pot, his eyes could not hide the tiredness, "I have something to deal with, I will be back in about a week, go out more on your vacation, don't be bored at home... ..."

Yu Rong just stared helplessly at the golden scrambled eggs in the pot.

"Did you hear that?" Liang Ting nodded his head, "Remember to wear a mask when you go out, you can drive my car as you please..."

"It's going to be confusing." Yu Rong reminded him aloud.

Liang Ting hurriedly turned off the fire.

Yu Rong took the opportunity to grab Liang Ting's scrambled eggs, and rushed outside like the wind.

"Don't eat with your hands! Take the chopsticks!" Liang Ting yelled at him from behind.

“Eggs are not salty enough.”

"The soup is not thick enough."

"The spinach was overcooked."

Yu Rong swallowed the rice again, and frowned even tighter: "There is too much water in the rice."

"Thank you for your pertinent evaluation." Liang Ting smiled coolly, "I have wronged your precious stomach."

Yu Rong's face was not red, and his heart was not beating. He calmly continued to pick up a chopstick of eggs and stuffed them into his mouth.

"I still went to see her." Liang Ting said.

Yu Rong paused for a moment.

Liang Ting added a bowl of soup to himself: "She is old, but she still looks quite energetic."

Yu Rong felt that the rice seemed to be choked in his throat, the grains were thick and hard, and he couldn't swallow it no matter what.

He just looked at Liang Ting.

"I am fine."

Liang Ting could see what Yu Rong was thinking at once, and he smiled nonchalantly, "I was just thinking, you said she was so resolute in leaving at the beginning, but now, she doesn't seem to be living a good life .”

What he said was very calm, and the posture of serving dishes was elegant and orderly.

But Yu Rong still felt that Liang Ting was actually sad.

"Let's not talk about her, I see that your group has been doing live broadcasts recently." Liang Ting frowned, "Do you really like doing it? No, I'll go and tell Wu Lan..."

"No need." Yu Rong said, "It's actually quite fun."

"alright."

Liang Ting stared at Yu Rong hesitantly, and confirmed again and again: "But it's really okay for you to celebrate the festival alone tomorrow? No, I'll leave one day later..."

"Brother." Yu Rong called him.

Liang Ting was stunned.

"I'm fine." Yu Rong said calmly, "It's just a Mid-Autumn Festival, you just need to remember to come back in good health."

Liang Ting was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"As ordered," he said.

Yu Rong was full, and when he returned to his room, he happened to see the moon outside the window.

Yu Rong has never been very good at describing things, so in his eyes, the moon is just a big, round and bright circle.

It's just that today's moon looks a little lonely.

Yu Rong thought of Fang Yiran out of the blue—the kind of foolish man who could blurt out hundreds of words of Mid-Autumn Festival greetings today, with no mistakes, no stuttering, and no pauses.

When Yu Rong found out that he was staying with Fang Yiran, he always had the illusion that he was not that lonely.

Another holiday alone.

Let's buy some mooncakes tomorrow, Yu Rong thought, the kind with egg yolk and lotus paste filling.

The author says:

Fang Yiran: I am so angry I am so angry I am so angry I am so angry I am so angry I am so angry I am so angry I am so angry I am so angry I am so angry! ! !