I hate seeing the facade

Yu Rong finished filming, and Fang Yiran's part of today's scene was over, and the two of them went back to the dormitory together ahead of schedule.

Yu Rong was holding two large bouquets of flowers, a bouquet of lilies and a bouquet of sunflowers. His palm-sized face was blocked by the bouquets, leaving only his eyes.

He walked almost without stopping, because he couldn't see the road under his feet.

Fang Yiran said, let me get a bunch for you.

So the two of them got on the elevator with a bouquet of flowers in their arms. They stood side by side in the closed space, and could only hear the clacking sound of the wrapping paper and the flowers colliding for a while.

Fang Yiran looked at the numbers in the elevator with worried eyes, and suddenly sighed.

Yu Rong lowered his head and ignored him.

Fang Yiran paused for a while, then suddenly sighed in disappointment.

There seemed to be all kinds of worries and sorrows in this sigh, but he was just sighing, and he just didn't take the initiative to speak.

Yu Rong stared sullenly at the flowers in his hand.

When Fang Yiran raised his breath and was about to sigh again, Yu Rong finally

Unable to bear it any longer, he turned his head and gritted his teeth: "...what's wrong with you?"

Fang Yiran was waiting for this opportunity!

"No, I think my character is really stupid, and so is the script."

Fang Yiran chanted hastily, he seemed filled with righteous indignation, "You said the little fox can't hide the sword first and then send the broken flower? Why is the heroine a fool? Doesn't she tell the little fox to hide when the policeman stabs him?" How about a moment? What kind of idiot is the policeman, and he stabs people in the heart without knowing what's going on?"

Yu Rong: "......"

Shouldn't have asked.

When the two got off the elevator, Yu Rong was holding the flower in one hand, and was about to open the door with the key in the other.

Fang Yiran leaned against the wall, staring straight at his face, his eyes were direct and hot as if they could penetrate the essence.

Yu Rong wanted to ignore it, but he tried, but he really couldn't be truly nonchalant about such a straightforward gaze.

Yu Rong held the key in his hand and didn't open the door, but turned his head and looked at Fang Yiran calmly.

Fang Yiran also looked at him.

Fang Yiran suddenly approached step by step.

Yu Rong looked at Fang Yiran blankly, he felt something was wrong, and retreated subconsciously.

Just like that, Yu Rong's back was pressed tightly against the gate, while Fang Yiran was still getting closer and closer with a cloudy expression on his face, the distance between the two gradually shortened, and even the bouquet in Yu Rong's arms was crushed. Slightly deformed.

Yu Rong called him in a low voice: "Fang Yiran."

Fang Yiran still didn't speak, the corridor was very dark, Yu Rong felt for the first time how terrifying this man's height was - he completely blocked the faint light in the corridor, casting a shadow covering On his face, the expression on his face was dim and unclear, only his unruly and sharp eyebrows were close at hand.

Yu Rong didn't know what disease he was suffering from.

The inexplicable pressure made Jean vigilant, Yu Rong frowned and wanted to ask something, but Fang Yiran stretched out his hand and pinched his chin.

Yu Rong suddenly widened his eyes.

Fang Yiran not only pinched Yu Rong's chin, but also touched Yu Rong's soft lower lip with his thumb, and stroked it lightly a few times.

His thumb was warm and rough, almost instantly, Yu Rong felt his lower lip burn

Fang Yiran said: "Don't move, there is still blood left on your mouth."

Yu Rong paused for a moment before taking back the foot he was about to kick out without a sound.

Fang Yiran found that his voice was a little hoarse.

He looked at the boy who froze in front of him. Under the dim light, only those beautiful eyes were too bright, moist, looking at himself in confusion.

"Okay." Fang Yiran put down his hand.

Yu Rong paused suddenly, lowered his head, and took the key to open the door.

He seemed to be very calm, but his hands were trembling slightly. After facing the keyhole for a long time, he slowly opened the door.

Fang Yiran handed the flowers in his hand to Yu Rong.

Yu Rong took the flowers and looked at him quietly.

"Goodbye." Yu Rong said softly.

"I finished filming on Thursday, and the whole drama also finished filming on that day."

Fang Yiran grabbed the door frame and said abruptly, "Can you come to the set that day?"

Yu Rong seemed to be taken aback for a moment: "Yes."

Fang Yiran let go of the hand holding the door frame, and took a few steps back, his whole body seemed to relax suddenly.

He grinned, and there was a bit of rare embarrassment in that smile.

"It's a deal," he said.

"...After leaving the set, I invited him out for dinner alone as a reason to celebrate the finale. A candlelight dinner for two in a single room at a Michelin restaurant. I ordered the most expensive and best food for him. He When the food was delicious, I confessed my love suddenly, and then we became, perfect and seamless."

The big dreamer Fang Yiran said so.

"A good fantasy." Jiang Qingli said calmly, "The premise is that he agrees."

Fang Yiran put down the script: "I feel like I have something to play, really, I can feel it."

"So where are you going? Substantively." Jiang Qingli asked, "I just feel that I can be a fart? I thought I could become popular three years ago?"

Fang Yiran racked his brains and thought for a long time, and asked if it counted as the two of them being the couple of Glory of the King.

Jiang Qingli looked at him solemnly.

Fang Yiran hurriedly added: "Although we haven't seen each other these few days, we chat on WeChat every day. Really, and he will reply to me within an hour. If you don't believe me, take a look."

As he spoke, he turned on his phone, and on the screen was a message "Have you had lunch yet?" sent to Yu Rong three hours ago.

However, Yu Rong did not reply.

The car overturned very quickly, Jiang Qingli looked at Fang Yiran with compassion.

Fang Yiran didn't feel ashamed, he just frowned, as if he was really surprised that Yu Rong hadn't replied to him after so long.

In the past two days, Fang Yiran has always been looking for something to chat with Yu Rong.He would forward some funny jokes and moving pictures on Weibo to him, or record and send the video of the big mouse that suddenly appeared on the set. Yu Rong would reply him with a string of ellipses most of the time, and occasionally when he was in a good mood. Even a few short comments.

Although the replies were a little perfunctory, he would always reply, and it wouldn't be long before he replied.

Fang Yiran swiped his phone, thought for a while, and sent another emoji with three question marks above the bear's head.

Probably napping.Fang Yiran thought.

When work was over at six o'clock in the evening, the first thing Fang Yiran did was to find his mobile phone.

He clicked on the dialog box, and found that Yu Rong hadn't replied to him. On the screen, only the brown bear he sent had three red question marks on his head, foolishly bouncing around on the spot.

Fang Yiran's expression was not quite right.

He wanted to go directly to Yu Rong's dormitory to find someone, but he was afraid that his behavior would be too abrupt, so he took a compromise method and chatted with Andy privately on WeChat.

So Fang Yiran began to be absent-minded about everything he did.

While watering the flowers and plants on the balcony of the dormitory, he was thinking about whether he had shown up too often recently, which made Yu Rong start to annoy himself.

"Old Fang." Sun Hua called him dully from behind, "You're about to drown my precious prickly pear to death."

Only then did Fang Yiran come back to his senses.

The water in the watering can had completely soaked Sun Hua's prickly pear balls, and the soil in the basin was washed into a thin soup. Fang Yiran and Sun Hua hurriedly poured out the water and added some new prickly pears. Soil, panting and sat down on the ground.

Sun Hua hugged the flowerpot and cried loudly: "My little heart..."

Fang Yiran was disturbed by his crying, and quickly promised that if he died, he would immediately go to the flower market to buy him a new pot.

Only then did Sun Hua stop howling with a whimper.

Fang Yiran shook the soil on his hands, stared blankly for a while, and then took out his cell phone.

Andy responded to him.Maybe it was because the act of typing Chinese characters was still too strenuous for him, so he simply played a voice over.

"Yu Rongbu is in Sushi." Andy said.

He seemed to have paused, and then said in a bit of confusion: "What a monster, he is usually a monk with Wo Suo..."

The author says:

In the next chapter there will be Mimi's abuse) Seeing that Jimeis are all taking online classes hahahahaha I even washed my hair yesterday...