Fake it on a dating show

When Lin Xingyue got out of the shower, Zhao Minglang had already made cold medicine and was blowing hair for their dog.

"Drink the cold medicine on the table first." Zhao Minglang said, "Your brother just called, you can use the landline or my mobile phone to call him back first."

Lin Xingyue let out a "hmm" before she realized: "Ah, my phone also fell into the water."

Her voice had taken on some nasality.

Zhao Minglang glanced at her, patted the dog that had been blown dry, and replied, "Well, it's fine, I'll buy another one for you tomorrow."

Lin Xingyue was not so clear-headed, she nodded indiscriminately, and picked up the microphone of the landline to call Cheng Yichen back.

The situation is roughly the same as what Cheng Yichen knows, and there is nothing to say except to tell him to pay attention to his health.

When she hung up the phone, Lin Xingyue felt her head sinking even more.

It took a while for her to come back to her senses, Zhao Minglang found a dry towel to help her wipe the water off her hair, while turning around to find a hair dryer to blow dry her hair.

In the whistling wind, Zhao Minglang's voice was still close at hand: "Next time, dry your hair first before coming out, there is a hair dryer in the closet."

Lin Xingyue hugged the warm cup and gave a sticky answer: "Yes, I see."

It sounds like being coquettish.

Although he knew that it was just a side effect of catching a cold, Zhao Minglang still felt a softness in his heart uncontrollably, and even his movements became lighter.

In the peaceful silence, Zhao Minglang asked, "What happened?"

Lin Xingyue unconsciously clenched the hand holding the cup, and after a while she replied vaguely, "...received a call from home..."

Zhao Minglang paused for a while, but soon returned to normal, and asked her warmly, "What did you say?"

Lin Xingyue shook her head, still a little bewildered on her face: "I don't know, I hung up the phone."

When she first left home, she had encountered such a situation, but that was the time when her determination was at its peak. After answering the phone once or twice, she was greeted with reproachful words without exception, and she hung up the phone directly.

In the next few times, whenever she saw a familiar number, she would hang up immediately.

After changing the number, the situation eased a lot, and Lin Xingyue almost never received any calls from home.

Far away from the influence of her family, Lin Xingyue also gradually no longer remembered those depressive feelings in the past, and even had the illusion that she had never experienced anything like that.

She thought she might have come out.

But when she was caught off guard and received another call, she was still so frightened that she almost went into cardiac arrest.

By the time she realized it, she had already hung up the phone, and was startled to feel that her palms were already covered in sweat.

As it turns out, certain shades aren't so easy to get rid of.

"Then don't think about it anymore." Zhao Minglang said, "Go to bed early at night and sleep well."

Her voice was gentle, Lin Xingyue was somewhat comforted, and nodded.

After confirming that the hair was completely dry, Zhao Minglang allowed Lin Xingyue to go upstairs to sleep.

By the time Zhao Minglang finished his work, Lin Xingyue was already lying on the bed. The room was pitch black, with only a little moonlight filtering in from the window. She was covered with a quilt, and her posture was as stiff as a puppet.

Zhao Minglang guessed that she was not asleep at all, so he leaned over and reached out to touch Lin Xingyue's forehead.

He had a slight low-grade fever, but when the weather got hot, he was sweating a little even though he was wrapped in a quilt. Zhao Minglang tried to pull the thick quilt away, but Lin Xingyue grabbed the corner of the quilt tightly.

In the dark night, a pair of eyes slowly opened, and they narrowed slightly because they couldn't see clearly, but they couldn't hide the bewilderment in them.

Lin Xingyue hugged the quilt and refused to let go, her lips were still trembling when she spoke: "It's cold..."

It looks pathetic.

Zhao Minglang touched Lin Xingyue's cheek, and reluctantly agreed not to take away her quilt, and the latter felt relieved, and grabbed her outstretched hand with his free hand.

I don't know whether it was regarded as a cooling weapon or as a warm baby, Lin Xingyue pulled Zhao Minglang's hand to her cheek, rubbed the back of her hand, stretched out the other hand to hug her, and tilted her head , The half-closed eyes closed again, nodded twice, and seemed to gradually fall asleep.

The posture is also relaxed.

Only Zhao Minglang, who was squatting beside her bed, neither entered nor retreated.

I could only give a wry smile.

When Lin Xingyue woke up, her consciousness was much clearer.

So she found Zhao Minglang lying behind her almost immediately.

Breathing steadily, obviously still in deep sleep.

Lin Xingyue's body stiffened at that moment - she found that she was still resting on Zhao Minglang's arm.

What's more, she fully remembered what happened when she was in a daze last night.

Including the memory of himself holding Zhao Minglang's hand to prevent her from leaving.

Fortunately, Zhao Minglang was able to endure the whole night.

Lin Xingyue moved down carefully, trying to release Zhao Minglang's arm quietly and carefully.

But maybe it was because this posture was really uncomfortable, Zhao Minglang woke up immediately after Lin Xingyue moved like this.

"Are you awake?" The voice when she first woke up was still a little deep, and when it came into her mind along the eardrum, the other hand also reached out and touched Lin Xingyue's forehead, "It seems that the fever is gone, what else is there?" Comfortable?"

Lin Xingyue continued to move down until she left Zhao Minglang's arm, then grabbed a corner of the quilt and poked her head out, and when she spoke, she found her voice hoarse.

"I seem to have caught a cold." Lin Xingyue paused for a while before continuing, "I have a sore throat."

In the end, there was only a little gasp left.

She closed her mouth again.

Zhao Minglang withdrew his numb arm, rubbed it when Lin Xingyue wasn't paying attention, and subconsciously frowned.

It seems that the cold medicine last night was not very helpful.

Lin Xingyue's physique is not very good either, she has been sick twice since she came here, and she doesn't know whether it's due to lack of exercise or malnutrition.

While thinking about it, Zhao Minglang said, "It's still early, sleep a little longer, and I'll go buy some medicine for you."

Lin Xingyue nodded obediently, and felt a little guilty after thinking about it, so she whispered, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Zhao Minglang couldn't help laughing, and when he got out of bed, he reached out and rubbed her head, and said, "Don't tell me these things."

Lin Xingyue buried her face in the quilt, only her eyes were exposed, chasing Zhao Minglang's back into the distance.

After the door was gently closed, she slowly closed her eyes.

She originally thought that she had had enough sleep, and after waking up, she thought about it for a while, so she should not be able to fall asleep, but as soon as she closed her eyes, sleepiness swept over again quickly.

Her vision fell back into darkness.

Then she saw a lonely city in the snow.

When Zhao Minglang pushed open the door, Lin Xingyue just woke up from sleep.

"Are you having nightmares again?" Zhao Minglang noticed Lin Xingyue's blank expression.

"Yeah." Lin Xingyue stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, "I dreamed that I was caught by a monster and locked up in the castle..."

It sounds like a joke.

"Is it like in a fairy tale?" Zhao Minglang asked with a smile.

"En." Lin Xingyue rubbed her eyes, touched the glasses on the bedside table and put them on, her vision suddenly became clear. She smiled at Zhao Minglang, her usual cute smile.

The topic of nightmares is temporarily ignored.

The medicine that Zhao Minglang bought back was very effective. At night, Lin Xingyue felt her throat was much more comfortable, and she fell asleep again, and woke up the next day almost recovered.

When Lin Xingyue went downstairs, Zhao Minglang was cooking below.

"Feeling better today?" Zhao Minglang noticed the movement downstairs, and looked up at Lin Xingyue.

"Yeah." Lin Xingyue nodded, "It's almost ready."

His throat is not sore or itchy, and apart from being a little drowsy from sleeping for too long, his body is fine.

Lin Xingyue's mood improved a lot as her illness was almost cured, and even the things she had been worrying about before were temporarily put to the back of her mind.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Lin Xingyue walked into the kitchen and asked after Zhao Minglang.

"Then trouble you to wash the vegetables." Zhao Minglang pointed to the vegetable basket by the sink, stepped back a little to make way for her, "You can also put the cut vegetables over there on the plate."

Lin Xingyue nodded, rolled up her sleeves and started to work.

Zhao Minglang knocked an egg on the side of the bowl, and looked up at her from time to time.

"I also had a dream yesterday." A new topic was opened in the ordinary beginning of the chat.

"What dream?" Lin Xingyue held the ground and asked.

"I dreamed that I became a warrior." Zhao Minglang said, "Go to the castle of the evil dragon to save the princess."

Lin Xingyue was startled, and immediately recalled the dream she had mentioned the day before.

The vegetable leaves in her hand were wilted by the water, and the water splashed on her chin. Lin Xingyue regained consciousness, wiped the water marks on her chin with the back of her hand, and smiled again.

"I didn't expect sister Minglang to be so childlike."

"Maybe it's something I'm thinking about every day." Zhao Minglang smiled lightly.

Lin Xingyue wasn't sure if she was being teased, so she could only say "ah" with some doubts.

"There is no logic in the dream, only the image of the subconscious mind. Maybe I really want to save the princess - I can't think of anything else in the dream, but no matter how far or how difficult it is, I must catch up and save the princess. .”

Zhao Minglang spoke normally, it didn't seem like he meant something, nor did he seem like some kind of silly joke.

It's as if she's just saying what's on her mind.

Lin Xingyue pursed her lower lip and asked casually, "Then what's the ending?"

"There is no ending." Zhao Minglang said, "I woke up the moment before I saw the princess."

"That's really a pity." Lin Xingyue let out a sigh of regret for her.

But Zhao Minglang didn't seem to think so.

She was just laughing and seemed a little happy.

"No." Zhao Minglang said, "Maybe we just left the ending to reality."

Seeing her staring into her eyes, Lin Xingyue's heart felt warm for no reason.

After fully recovering, Lin Xingyue found another part-time job.

There are not many scenes on the crew side, so there is no need to stay on the set after the filming is over.

The new job was introduced by Xue Lingyu with a compensatory mentality, a substitute teacher for a few weeks, the kind of training class specially for children to cultivate extracurricular interests.

Lin Xingyue's knowledge reserve plug-in, comparable to the encyclopedia of humanoid encyclopedia, played a role during the interview, and the principal immediately decided to let her come to work the next day.

Most of the training classes are children of a few years old, and the oldest have only reached the fifth grade of elementary school.

Lin Xingyue didn't have much chance to get along with children alone, and all she knew was the impression of others complaining or praising her.

Fortunately, most of the children in the training class were well-behaved. Although they were inevitably noisy, at least they were not as bad as the rumored brats.

On the first day Lin Xingyue went there, she followed other teachers.

Standing at the door, she watched the teacher ask the children about their dreams for the future. Some of the children lowered their heads and built blocks, while others raised their hands excitedly.

Children's language organization ability is limited, imagination is wild and unconstrained, completely impractical, but they have unparalleled appeal.

I want to live on the sun.

Want to become a robot.

I want to taste the taste of clouds.

……

Only children can say things seriously as if they were the truth, but no one here will laugh at them for it.

Of course, there are some specific occupations - I want to be a painter, a doctor, a scientist...

The teacher next to him couldn't help laughing, and whispered, everyone will have these childhood dreams, but they can remember very few of them when they grow up, and even if they remember, most of them are ashamed to say it, let alone realize it.

"It is precisely because of this that the dreams that children can speak out are particularly special and precious." The teacher said.

Xu Shi happened to mention this topic, so the teacher casually asked Lin Xingyue: "Mr. Lin, did you have any dreams when you were young?"

If someone knew Lin Xingyue's past, he would never ask this question, because he was afraid that it would poke at her sad past.

For example, Cheng Yichen never mentioned the past in front of her, but instead encouraged her to chase her own future.

But Lin Xingyue herself often feels at a loss. How could she find out the future overnight if she hasn't figured out the clue and direction in the past twenty years.

It was rare for Lin Xingyue to be asked such a question. After thinking about it for a long time, she was a little surprised to find that she also had such an experience and innocent dream that was no different from ordinary people.

"I want...to be a scientist." Lin Xingyue replied, "I want to shine for the cause of science...something like that."

In contrast to those children's witty dreams, it seems a bit simple and ordinary.

The teacher next to her praised her: "It's really an amazing dream."

Lin Xingyue cast a puzzled look, guessing that the other party might just be an ordinary compliment.

"Although most people don't remember their childhood dreams, it was indeed the motivation that supported them to move forward and move forward." The teacher said, "You can't live with a stagnant heart."

Lin Xingyue was startled, and turned her head to look at the pure innocence and enthusiasm on the faces of those children, feeling a little strange and confused.

Had she ever had a moment like this?

The work ended quickly, and Lin Xingyue waved goodbye to the teacher she had just met at the door.

It was not dark outside, and it was still early, Lin Xingyue remembered that before leaving in the morning, Zhao Minglang asked her if she wanted to have dinner together in the evening. She was not sure when the new job would end, so she told her to contact her later.

Right now, there is plenty of time, Lin Xingyue is going to send a message to Zhao Minglang.

Just when she lowered her head, a dark car in front of her slowly stopped.

Lin Xingyue looked up when she heard the commotion, and the window of the back seat was slowly lowered, revealing a familiar but cold face.

"pat-"

The phone fell to the ground, Lin Xingyue's face turned pale, and she froze in place as if she had fallen into a cellar of ice.

"dad……"