wind blowing

It was already eleven o'clock at night when Jing Yu arrived in the small town.

He wondered whether he should come to Fu Fenglan for a day.

To be frank and lenient is to work hard in one go, then decline again, and exhaust three times.

He was the most courageous when he just woke up in the morning, thinking that he must confess to Fu Fenglan, apologize properly, and face reality.

It turned out that Fu Fenglan was not there, and the balloon in his heart felt like a hole had been pricked by a needle.

The courage that had been accumulated with great difficulty was leaked away again.

The call to Qiu Mingyang hung up again and again.

Qiu Mingyang called back, but he didn't answer.

Later, Qiu Mingyang couldn't take it anymore, so he didn't ask any more questions, and asked the driver to bring him here.

Jing Yu was awkward: "I didn't say I was going to find him."

Qiu Mingyang skillfully acted as a scapegoat: "Who said you took the initiative to find him? I asked you to. Old Fu hasn't traveled much recently, and he doesn't have much experience in recording variety shows. I have to ask you to visit him and take care of him. If there is any discomfort, please report it to me, and I will take care of it immediately."

Jing Yu was satisfied: "Well, you asked me to find him, and I'm just performing the job of an assistant."

So happily got in the car.

Although the town is almost fully developed, there are still not many tourists, and many shops have not yet opened, and the staff is mainly composed of local residents.

Residents go to bed early, and just after eleven o'clock in the evening, the town is completely dark.

The program coordinator is in charge of receiving Jing Yu.

The coordinator heard from the leader that the visitor was a distinguished guest, and he should be treated well, so he greeted Jing Yu out of the car respectfully.

The highest standard in the town is a three-star hotel, where the stars and staff of the program group live.

The coordinator personally brought Jing Yu to the room and asked Jing Yu what else he needed.

Jing Yu: "Is there any work on the recording site tomorrow?"

Coordinator: "...huh?"

Jing Yu: "Anything is fine, staff, game npc..."

This is the first time the coordinator has heard of this kind of demand, and he wondered if rich people like to play like this now, just go to the variety show live to play immersive games?

He remained polite on the face: "I'll arrange it right away."

Jing Yu waved her hand: "Okay, let's go, it doesn't need to be complicated, just let me go around without being found. Oh, it's better to have a mask."

He hasn't considered how to tell Fu Fenglan yet.

The morning's courage has been vented to the present, and the remaining point may not be as loud as a fart.

He couldn't control himself to imagine what kind of reaction Fu Fenglan would have.

Angry for sure.

Angry at him for not telling the truth, and also angry at what happened back then.

In the worst case, Fu Fenglan would hate him for ruining his lifelong dream.

Jing Yu missed Fu Fenglan very much after seeing her for a whole day.

But he dared not go to see him.

I only dare to put on a mask tomorrow, pretend to be a staff member, and get as close to him as possible.

Maybe he could pass him a bottle of water and touch his fingertips.

Obviously not long ago the two had skin-to-skin contact, but now even face-to-face is a luxury.

Jing Yu already knew in advance that Fu Fenglan lived in room C412, just downstairs from his room.

He originally planned to go to bed directly, but he didn't have the guts to go to Fu Fenglan anyway.

But lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw Fu Fenglan reading a book on the balcony.

And standing in the kitchen, wearing a gray checkered apron, processing fresh vegetables with a kitchen knife dipped in clean water, with a handsome side face and the aroma of lime all over his body.

Also, when the crew was acting, he wore a white robe, with one hand behind his back and the other hand holding the script, as if the young master Pianpian who was studying in an ancient painting had come to the world.

And when I kissed him.

When holding him.

When he gently undid the buttons on his clothes one by one...

Jing Yu blushed.

The more I sleep, the more I can't sleep, and the more I sleep, the more angry I get.

Your father's!

Men are really useless things!

I can't even control my body movements!

Jing Yu had no choice but to get up from the bed.

After 5 minutes, he got dressed in a strange way.

wear shoes.

out the door.

Take the elevator downstairs.

arrival.

……

Jing Yu raised her head and looked at the big "C412" house number above her head, wanting to cry without tears.

how so.

Even shortening the distance and getting a little closer, I feel my heart beat faster, and the whole world is filled with pink happiness bubbles.

Chu Jingyu, you are a dead bastard, you are hopeless.

Jing Yu spat at herself fiercely, and at the same time moved to the door very honestly.

Take a deep breath.

Uh...

Is it an illusion?

Why does it seem to smell Fu Fenglan's usual British pear and freesia perfume?

Fresh, light, can make people instantly soothe the nerves of the aroma.

Jing Yu was exhausted after a day of running around.

Smelling the long-lost aroma, I feel drowsy.

So he found a comfortable position in front of the door and sat down, hugged his legs, and dozed off.

After a while, he fell asleep.

Her head was buried in her arms, her hair was messed up, like a little girl picking up matches.

Fu Fenglan looked up at the clock on the wall.

Eleven fifty.

Usually at home, at this point in time, he should have gone to bed early.

During the long life of leg rehabilitation, he has developed an extremely healthy routine. The doctor told him to maintain a regular life and be active and healthy so as to ensure that the condition does not deteriorate.

And he was originally a self-disciplined person. He was used to going to bed at ten o'clock in the evening and getting up at six o'clock in the morning. He read, studied, and cultivated himself every day.

This is not a difficult task for a person of his age.

After all, it is no longer possible to maintain a strong passion like young people.

Today he ran for a day and helped the Chaozhou uncle for a day, so it should be easy to fall asleep.

But he couldn't sleep.

At ten o'clock, he went to bed on time, turned off the lights, and went to bed.

At 10:30, he realized that he had been looking at the darkness with his eyes open.

After a moment of silence, he sat up again.

Turn on the American black and white road movie on the phone and watch it.

This is the most effective and fastest hypnosis method for him that he has explored for more than ten years.

However it also failed.

A kitten kept jumping into his mind disobediently, scratched him with its paws, and asked him softly, "Why don't you hug me?"

He waved the cat away.

The milk cat slipped back quickly and asked him angrily: "Did you miss me a thousand times today? Huh? If not, hurry up and kiss me! Kiss me and I will forgive you!"

……

Realizing that he had been fighting a guerrilla war with the little milk cat named "Yuyu" in his head, Fu Fenglan turned off the phone screen expressionlessly.

I was helpless, not knowing how to save my precarious sleep, when the phone rang suddenly.

It's from the service desk.

The operator told him nervously: "Mr. Fu... there seems to be someone at your door."

Fu Fenglan: "?"

Ghost movie?

Thief?

The operator said hesitantly: "He has been squatting in front of your door since eleven o'clock, and seems to have fallen asleep... We checked the identity registration form, and it seems that he is a guest who checked in today. Would you like to go out and see?" one time……"

Fu Fenglan understood.

It stands to reason that if there are suspicious people in the hotel, the security guard should be called.

But today the people staying in the hotel are all crew members, and as usual there will be no bad guys.

If you let the security guard handle it hastily, and the person squatting at the door is actually a friend with the person inside the door, or is a celebrity with a temper, it may offend the guests.

The operator didn't want to take responsibility, so I wanted to leave it to him to handle it himself.

Fu Fenglan: "I see, I'll go and have a look."

He put on his shoes and walked to the door.

When I opened the door, no one was found.

Look to the left again.

The little milk cat who had just finished "guerrilla warfare" with him was sitting in front of the wall with his legs hugged, sound asleep.

Fu Fenglan: "..."