Wordless Love [Rebirth]

Since becoming neighbors with Zhao Lingyu, Meng Chilang's life has been on the right track in an orderly manner without his own awareness.

Due to the coincidence of working hours, Zhao Lingyu almost became his personal driver, and Meng Chilang was happy to 'accommodate' some of his compulsive behaviors when he could sleep an extra forty minutes a day.

The two often have dinner together, and sometimes Zhao Lingyu will bring it down to eat with him when he prepares supper.

After visiting for a long time, Meng Chilang became more and more casual towards him, unlike before, he specially poured him a glass of water, or subconsciously did not neglect him.

It wasn't until later, when the pencil in Meng Chilang's hand bounced back to pick it up, that he remembered that there was another person in the room. (When he was concentrating on the design draft, he always turned his pen habitually.) When he stood up, there was movement from the tables and chairs, and soon someone would appear at the door with a plate of fruit or a glass of warm water.

At the beginning, he was still worried about how to talk to this person who didn't know what politeness was about his private space, so that he could go back upstairs as soon as he had nothing else to do.But within a few days, he never considered this issue again.

For one thing, his artwork is not of a major and confidential nature, and there is nothing to hide from Zhao Lingyu, so there is no need to sneak around.Secondly, he thought that Zhao Lingyu was probably the kind of person he had heard of before who couldn't bear the silence, and only when there was a sound in the room from time to time would he feel more comfortable.

The most important point is that Zhao Lingyu will not disturb him.

It's not because he can't speak, but because he always knows when he needs to be quiet and how quiet he needs to be. Sometimes even when he is so irritated that he doesn't like any decoration in the room, that person can consciously lower his mood. The sense of existence made him unable to feel disgusted.

And such a person is by your side, serving tea and water, who knows what you need at this time better than you, and prepares it for you early, and you have not lost anything. Such a best of both worlds, why not do it!

Zhao Lingyu also enjoys this kind of getting along.

During these days, he saw Meng Chilang whom he had never known in his previous life.

He's relaxed and casual in front of himself, laughing off guard to himself, talking to himself about topics that would never have come up in their conversations before.

He would put down what he was doing because he smelled the perfume on his body, and talk eloquently about which color and temperament clothing this perfume is suitable for, including the color of socks and the style of leather shoes it should match, and the style of tie. The choice, even the matching of a cuff button, and what kind of hairstyle he should have.

Then, subconsciously tapping his slender fingers on his chin, he belittled his aesthetics to nothing in the most elegant tone.

There are always casually placed fashion magazines lying in the corner of his house. Occasionally, he would take out one, and he would suffer from occupational diseases.His vision is vicious and his eloquence is not much. Take this magazine as an example. When he opened a page, he disliked the male model with too many muscles: "It's a pity that he didn't work as a fitness trainer. Otherwise, there would be one less person in the world ruining designer clothes."

He also said that the female model had accumulated too much fat three inches above her navel: "The place where she needs to shake her breasts is not the runway. Noble and glamorous? This reporter went to the show with a telescopic mirror, right?"

He didn't even know that he could have such a vicious tongue!So picky!

Sometimes when he is in a good mood, he will make pasta, garnish with broccoli, and snap his fingers, calling him down for breakfast; The location, and this, why is he still in this damn place!

In this way, two months flew by like this, and the registration for the costume competition was also closed on this day. Meng Chilang deliberately borrowed the list and briefly browsed the entries of the contestants.

Some of the designs caught his eye, so he wrote a note to ask the first reviewers to know more about these people.

He was very fast, almost three pages per second, but even at this speed, one design still caught his attention.He turned back, and when his eyes moved from the design draft to the names of the contestants, his brows frowned.

Seeing this, the interrogator who accompanied him couldn't help but worry, "Assistant Meng, is there something wrong with this picture?"

Meng Chilang shook his head and said with a smile: "The level is good, I just didn't expect that there would be such a level of competition."

The first judge laughed, "Yes, the quality of the contestants really surprised us, not only the few people you mentioned before, but also a contestant, I think it is better than this one in your hand, I think if If there is no accident, he will definitely be able to join our Meng family!"

"Oh?"

Seeing this, the preliminary examiner immediately dug out the contestant's information and handed it to him.

When Meng Chilang saw it, the smile on his face deepened by two points.

"Do you think he draws well?" Seeing the other party nodding straightly, Meng Chilang tapped the paper with his fingers, "What's so good about it?"

The preliminary examiner couldn't figure out what he meant by asking this question, looked at him with some trepidation, and stammered: "It's just...it's very good, if clothes like this are made, I will definitely buy them, and it will cost a few months' salary Buy them all. In short, this is the feeling, and I can’t tell you the specifics.”

Meng Chilang raised his eyebrows and gave an 'hmm', and handed the information back to her.

When he left, he turned his head and said, "You are very discerning."

As for who made the design, this is no longer a matter of doubt!

That night, Meng Chilang prepared red wine and was about to go upstairs to find someone to drink.He is in a very good mood today, even if he sees some unexpected people, he is not affected in the slightest, but how could he expect that he is always on call, and the frequency of appearing in his sight is so high that he sometimes complains silently The other party's lonely, empty and cold guy was not at home this day.

The interest was spoiled just like that, Meng Chilang didn't have the heart to celebrate alone, so he cleaned up early and leaned on the bed to read fashion magazines.

At eight o'clock in the evening, I received a call from that person.

Meng Chilang looked at the caller ID, picked it up without thinking, and said, "Are you home, what do you want for dinner tonight?"

The voice over there was blank for a moment, and then a voice sounded.

"Master Meng, good evening."

"I'm temporarily on a business trip to Hong Kong City, have you eaten?"

It's Ying Jie.

This is the first time Meng Chilang has heard Ying Jie repeat Zhao Lingyu's words. He doesn't know what kind of voice it would be if Zhao Lingyu had a voice, but when he heard Ying Jie's magnetic and deep voice at this time, he felt extremely disgusted. stand up.

He was silent for a while, and said to Jie: "Is there no video function? Or Facetime? Is Zhao Lingyu next to you?"

There was a sound of tapping on the phone screen, and Meng Chilang understood.

He turned on the phone's video screen, and the other party's black screen lit up in a short time, revealing Zhao Lingyu's handsome face with a slight smile.

Zhao Lingyu adjusted the camera and put it far away to make sure he could see his hands before he said: Have you eaten?

Meng Chilang didn't answer but asked instead: "Why did you go to Hong Kong City all the time, when will you come back?"

Zhao Lingyu thought for a while, glanced at Ying Jie, and after receiving the latter's reply, he compared a number of three.

On the side that Meng Chilang couldn't see, Ying Jie rolled his eyes fiercely. He didn't know that there was such a big obstacle in the communication between himself and the young master, which could make the other party regard a week as three days!

Meng Chilang nodded, he didn't know what to say to Zhao Lingyu.Although Zhao Lingyu had no voice, Zhao Lingyu had always been in control of the rhythm of the conversation between the two of them, and there would be no silence, because that person would naturally pick up another topic soon.

There will be no exception at this time, Zhao Lingyu then raised his hand and said: Is the registration going well?When does the game start?

Meng Chilang laughed when he heard the words: "Anyway, you have to spend money, how can you not know anything. There is still a week left for the competition, and those who have passed the preliminary review will submit their manuscripts for the preliminary competition, and they will be handed over online. Something's not going well."

Zhao Lingyu: Is it women's clothing?

Meng Chilang only said: "You will know when the time comes." He didn't wait for Zhao Lingyu to say more, but stopped working and said, "Don't adjust, I'm tired of watching."

The screen of the mobile phone is small after all. When Zhao Lingyu speaks, he always pays attention not to let the arc of the sign language exceed the frame of the camera, so he fine-tunes the direction of his gestures from time to time.Hearing what Meng Chilang said at this time, the smile on his face paused, then he turned his head and said to Jie with his lips: Open the video connection.

Meng Chilang didn't understand what he and Ying Jie said, but soon, Zhao Lingyu's figure became smaller, and his whole body was projected on the phone. Obviously, he was still in the office and used the large-screen projector for the conference call.

Meng Chilang couldn't help but smile bitterly. When he asked himself if he would see more clearly, he felt a sense of helplessness in his heart.

He said to Zhao Lingyu: "Don't be so troublesome. You can talk to me with your lips, just like Yingjie. I don't understand. You can teach me slowly."

When people were in front of him, Meng Chilang never felt that Zhao Lingyu used sign language to communicate with him in any way. Feeling a little uncomfortable, just now I saw him communicating with Ying Jie with his lips, and he didn't have the effort to talk to himself at all.

Zhao Lingyu looked at him jokingly, but did not speak.

Meng Chilang touched his nose shyly under his gaze. He remembered that this person had always said that he wanted to teach him how to speak his lips, but he was busy with his personal affairs and always forgot about it. Friends are too careless.

Meng Chilang laughed twice: "Wait until you come back, I will definitely study hard, Teacher Zhao."

The two chatted a few more times. Meng Chilang learned that he was still working overtime in the company, so he didn't take up his time any more. He just told him to take a break and not be too busy as usual, and quickly hung up the phone. .

In this room, he put aside the hot mobile phone, turned on the light and went to sleep.

And Zhao Lingyu did stare at the black and empty screen silently for a while, until Ying Jie had to remind him no matter how much he stared there, Meng Chilang would not jump out!

"Master, this time we have a very tight itinerary for a week. Do you really plan to go back in three days?"

Zhao Lingyu nodded. He ignored Ying Jie's disapproval, but said, "Call Cheng Nan to wait for me in the office at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Ying Jie had no choice but to stop talking.

Meng Chilang's good sleep was interrupted at three o'clock in the morning by the endless ringing of the bell!He has the habit of turning off his phone when he sleeps. In his opinion, even if the sky falls, he doesn’t sleep too much. Things that can be solved in the middle of the night are as good as the daytime. Therefore, it is basically impossible to contact him after he sleeps. of.

But on this day, after Zhao Lingyu had a pleasant chat, the mobile phone he had forgotten dutifully reminded the owner of the incoming call.

It was his brother Moore when he was studying in country F.

At that time, it was a sunny morning on the other side of the mainland. Hearing Moore's energetic voice, Meng Chilang only felt his temples start to twitch.

"Oh, look, is today my lucky day? I actually called you, Meng! How do you say it in your terms? You have to wear out your shoes to..."

"Stop, Moore." Meng Chilang couldn't bear to interrupt the other party's self-proclaimed humorous greeting, "You can hang up, and then take out your watch, no, maybe you should ask your assistant Alice directly, now What time is it in China?"

"Alright, don't be angry, baby, I'm here to talk to you about business."

"uh-huh."

The voice on the other end of the phone was laughing and gloating, "Guess who was the first person to knock on my door this morning? It wasn't Alice. I haven't told you yet. She was pregnant with a baby a while ago and came home Became her queen. Oh, look, I'm pulling away again, what did I just say..."

"Moore." Meng Chilang's voice carried some warning.

"Your patience has deteriorated, baby. It seems that Huaguo's soil and water are not suitable for you. You should come back. My arms are still empty for you." Lang Kao met at the art academy in Licheng, and later studied with the same teacher. Needless to say, he knew each other well. Feeling his dissatisfaction at this time, Moore stopped his noisy speaking mode in time and talked about down to business.

"Hey, you're in trouble, baby, guess who came to me today—"

"Anna."

Meng Chilang announced the answer impatiently, "I guessed right, so what."

"My God, has she found you yet?"

Ignoring Moore's strange cry, Meng Chilang only said: "You can go and check if your adrenaline secretion is still on the normal level, what's the excitement in the early morning, don't talk about it, don't call me if you have nothing to do in the future I."

The phone was hung up mercilessly.

Call again, the other end has been prompted to shut down.

Moore curled his lips, the elementary school boy still doesn't want to see him so much.

It seems that Anna has already made a move, hehe, then don't expect him to have a good life!

Thinking of this, Moore's mood turned from cloudy to sunny in an instant.