Fake it on a dating show

What should I do when a girl cries in front of me?

What should I do if a girl I like is crying?

Zhao Minglang never thought about this issue in the past 26 years. She used to think that no matter whether it is a man or a woman, as long as they are adults, they will never be lovable when they cry.

But at this moment, Lin Xingyue's tears were caught off guard. Apart from being flustered and helpless, she could only feel distressed.

She didn't think about anything anymore, and gave Lin Xingyue a hug, pressed her head to her shoulder and neck, patted her back, and stroked her head.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Minglang could only ask such a pale question.

Lin Xingyue cried more and more fiercely, until she couldn't speak.

She also wanted to stop, and she didn't want others to see her embarrassing appearance.

But the more I think about it, the more I can't stop being wronged, the tears are like broken beads, falling straight down.

"It's okay." Zhao Minglang kissed the top of her hair, comforting her softly.

Lin Xingyue's character is not like someone who cries easily.

Even if there is an emotional outburst, there must be an opportunity.

The expression on Zhao Minglang's face when he went in was not much different from when he came out, making the people guarding outside almost think that she just went into the toilet.

The people in the program team looked at each other, not knowing what happened.Someone went to the staff of the haunted house, asked about the situation and got a reply that there was no abnormality.

"Are you scared?"

"Is it that scary?"

"Then do you still want to shoot?"

"Go get some hot water."

……

The movements of the others were not so hidden, and the two who were hugging and crying naturally noticed it.

I don't know if Zhao Minglang's consolation had an effect, Lin Xingyue's crying became quieter, turning into soft sobs and uncontrollable hiccups, but at least she was able to speak.

"Eyes, eyes...a little sore..."

Lin Xingyue raised her head and pointed to her eyes, which were red and tears were still streaming out.

Zhao Minglang raised her upper eyelids, was stunned for a moment, quickly asked someone to bring the glasses case, briefly sterilized his hands, and helped her take off the contact lenses.

The program team breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turned out that the contact lens had shifted. I was taken aback and thought something had happened inside."

"It seems that some water has entered the eyes, and the hair is wet. Hiss, it hurts to look at it."

"I have to cry if I let it go, it's too miserable."

"But as long as it's okay, otherwise Mr. Zhao will kill us later."

……

A group of people were whispering, Zhao Minglang had just finished administering the eye drops for Lin Xingyue, and turned to glance at them.

They immediately shut up.

"Close your eyes for a while, I'll take you to sit next to me." Zhao Minglang gently reminded.

Lin Xingyue closed her eyes tightly and nodded obediently. Because she was nervous, both hands subconsciously grabbed Zhao Minglang's arm.

Zhao Minglang pushed one of her hands away, and when she stretched out her hand in a panic, he wrapped it around her waist.Lin Xingyue leaned halfway in her arms.

The posture was a bit too intimate, but for someone whose vision was completely dark, he finally felt at ease.

The photographer of the program group quickly took several photos of their backs under the director's silent physical reminder.

In the photo, the two are close to each other, with five fingers intertwined. Only Zhao Mingliang's face is sideways, his head is slightly lowered, and his gaze falls on the face of the person beside him. The nearby warm yellow light hits her face, making her look even more obvious Unbelievably gentle.

"It's beautiful."

I don't know who made such a sigh.

Lin Xingyue rested for a while and felt that her eyes were much more comfortable, and she could see things clearly even after blinking.

The program team had already said goodbye to Zhao Minglang and left.

There was still some time before the playground closed. Zhao Minglang looked at the gradually empty space, and turned to Lin Xingyue, "Do you want to play for a while?"

Lin Xingyue nodded.

At first she thought they would go to play together, but Zhao Minglang only sat with her in the honey cup once, and then leaned against the outside of the merry-go-round, watching her go round and round.

"I'll just watch you outside." That's what Zhao Minglang said.

She held a cup of hot tea and leaned against the railing, and the evening breeze in late spring was still a bit cool, which made her mind clearer.

While drinking tea, she was fascinated by the direction the merry-go-round was turning, and when she saw Lin Xingyue, she smiled at her.

Lin Xingyue was also in a daze while hugging the pillars of the merry-go-round horse, but subconsciously bent the corners of her lips to reveal the dimples on her cheeks.

She also needs time to calm down.

The wind at night, the leisurely rhythm, and the people who can be seen after turning half a circle are all existences that can help her calm down.

Around the seventh or eighth lap, Lin Xingyue finally got off the merry-go-round, feeling dizzy from spinning for too long.Zhao Minglang was waiting for her at the exit, and when he saw this, he reached out to help her.

At this time, there was no one in the playground, and the staff began to run around to remind the remaining tourists to go back early.

When they went out, the gate of the playground closed slowly behind them.

Lin Xingyue couldn't help but glance back, then subconsciously clenched Zhao Minglang's hand.

If she was the only one, she would never dare to stay until this time.

Zhao Minglang didn't drive today, he walked to the intersection and waited for a while before he got a taxi, and both of them got into the back seat.

After reporting the address and calming down, Zhao Minglang asked Lin Xingyue, "Did anything happen today?"

Lin Xingyue froze for a moment, subconsciously wanted to rub her eyes again, but was stopped by Zhao Minglang who grabbed her wrist.

"I was just a little scared." Lin Xingyue said, "My eyes hurt too, and I couldn't help crying. It's embarrassing..."

"Well, not at all." Zhao Minglang comforted, "It's actually a good thing to be able to cry."

What I am most afraid of is that I will be bored in my heart, and I will not even have an opening to vent. Sooner or later, I will suffocate people into problems.

Thinking of this, Zhao Minglang's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to look at Lin Xingyue.

She felt strange because when Lin Xingyue came out, she seemed more wronged than frightened.

But in terms of their daily relationship, Lin Xingyue has a clear boundary with others, and she definitely doesn't look like someone who would cry to herself because of grievances.

Maybe it was something that really irritated her, but did it mean that Lin Xingyue was slowly opening her heart to her?

Zhao Minglang couldn't help curling the corners of his lips, and turned his head away to barely hide the smile on his face.

"Next time, what can I tell—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Minglang felt a weight on his shoulder, and when he turned around, he saw Lin Xingyue leaning forward with his eyes closed.

His breathing was slow, as if he had fallen asleep.

Zhao Minglang's words of true feelings fell through, and he smiled helplessly, but he just changed her into a more comfortable position, wrapping his arms around the back of her neck, dutifully acting as a human pillow, and patted it with his fingertips. The shoulders of the sleeping man.

"Good night." Zhao Minglang whispered.

Lin Xingyue had another nightmare.

The dream started from the mire, and after a short turn, it finally turned into a real scene.She saw her family.

In Lin Xingyue's impression, her father was a stern person who always kept a serious face and kept a cold face in front of her daughter all day long.

And the mother and father are in a commercial marriage, and the husband and wife respect each other as guests.

The mother is gentler than the father, but because she doesn't want to cause unnecessary disputes, she never disobeys her husband's decision.

——Including the education of the daughter.

Lin Xingyue saw half of her mother's face in the crack of the door, undoubtedly worried, but she also knew that her mother would not come in.

She was the only one kneeling in the cold small room. The only window was boxy and close to the top, blocked by an anti-theft bar, and only a little light was revealed, which would only make the concrete floor look more wet and cold.

It's like a prison.

At that time, she was still young and didn't understand the true meaning of prison. She only felt a dull pain in her knees, but she didn't dare to stand up, so she could only focus on the test paper in front of her.

Apart from the pen and paper, there was only a desk lamp on the table. The white light was a bit dazzling in the dark environment.

She felt her eyes hurt a little and couldn't help rubbing her eyes.

It could also be due to sleepiness.

She stretched out her hand and pinched her thigh. She was already numb to the point of unconsciousness, and her tiredness did not disappear. She turned the pen and pointed the pen tip at her wrist.

It seemed to be a little painful when I rowed down, and my consciousness was awake for a moment.

But soon the little pain disappeared without a trace, and the world spun around in the dark and cramped little house, turning into a distorted phantom.

Lin Xingyue walked in the dark corridor.

There was a closed door on one side, and a wooden window on the other side. The sound of the sea tide came in from the window. She stopped and looked out the window.

The gloomy blackness is the surface of the sea, with undulating waves stretching to the sky.

Like a sticky quagmire, you can't see anything else at a glance, and it merges with the sky.

The sky hangs low, as if it can be touched by raising your hand, and the dense night is overwhelming.

The dim light coming from nowhere came into the window, and the shadow of the wooden edge hit her face, there was only silence and depression.

Footsteps sounded.

She subconsciously began to tremble.

The man hiding in the shadows could only see a tall figure, and a cold voice sounded at the end of the corridor.

"Why can't you be the only one?"

"What is the meaning of your life so far?"

"Why are you being lazy here?"

"You really shame me."

"waste."

……

She took a step back in panic, covered her ears with trembling hands, closed her eyes, turned around and ran as hard as she could.

A dark, viscous wave chased after her.

So cold.

She covered her eyes even harder, and a little light suddenly penetrated the dark field of vision.

"Xingyue—"

Zhao Minglang patted Lin Xingyue's face lightly, and said softly, "Get up, we're home."

Lin Xingyue frowned tightly, as if she was indulging in some terrible nightmare.

Zhao Minglang could directly carry her up, but he wanted to wake her up even more.

"If you don't get up again—the salary will be deducted."

"!"

Lin Xingyue woke up suddenly, straightened her back suddenly, and hit Zhao Minglang's head with a "bang", who had no time to dodge.

Seeing the other person's forehead that instantly turned red, she froze for a moment, then touched her own forehead in a daze.

Although I didn't feel anything, it looked painful.

Lin Xingyue just came back to her senses: "Yes, I'm sorry!"

I was so ashamed that I wanted to smash my head against the glass.

Zhao Minglang touched his forehead, shook his numb arm without a trace, shook his head, indicating that he was fine, and stretched out his hand to pull her out of the car.

The taxi stops at the intersection outside the community, and there is still a way to go in.

Because it was approaching late at night, the neighborhood was empty, and there was no one in sight, and even most of the lights in the upstairs windows were extinguished.

Fortunately, the street lights were still on, turned on to a low-power dim orange warm light, and slowly cast long and short shadows in front of and behind pedestrians.

"I see that you are sleeping quite heavily, are you dreaming?" Zhao Minglang asked.

Lin Xingyue was walking beside her, and when she turned her head, her eyes were glued to Zhao Minglang's face and she couldn't move away.

When Zhao Minglang felt a little uncomfortable being watched, Lin Xingyue let out a "huh" before she looked away.

This made Zhao Minglang slightly disappointed.

"What did you dream about?" Zhao Minglang asked.

"I dreamed of you." Lin Xingyue said.

Zhao Minglang was stunned for a moment.

Lin Xingyue stopped under the street lamp and told Zhao Minglang to take a few steps back.

Further on is the downstairs corridor of Zhao Minglang's house.

Zhao Minglang crossed the steps and stood in front of the stairs.

"I dreamed that there was a terrible monster chasing me, so I ran away desperately, and then ran to the end—"

There was a light at the end of the dark corridor.

Lin Xingyue opened her arms and ran towards Zhao Minglang.

Zhao Minglang stretched out his hand subconsciously.

The door opened, and under the warm sunlight, Lin Xingyue jumped over with her eyes closed.

She crashed into Zhao Minglang's arms.

"You caught me."