Mr. Butler on the catwalk

On the evening of December [-]th.Zhang Yishan hurried to the house where Luo Lin and the others lived, and impatiently said to the mobile phone: "I really didn't get into the game!! The Yankees suspected that there was a problem with my visa, so they asked the domestic fax materials to be reviewed. ...Yes, yes, I'm really fine, I beg you, Chen Shen, you don't have to worry so much at all... I know that my brother and I are not in the company, so you feel insecure, but if you continue like this, you will become neurotic... Yes, you don't need to tell my dad about this kind of thing, he loves to make a fuss just like you..."

... Today is the first day of LGM filming, Zhang Yishan and other accompanying personnel should appear together.However, due to an accident, no one could show up at the workplace in the end.

The accident was that one of the Frenchman Pierre's escorts was a Cambodian smuggler.

Zhang Yishan was extremely speechless about this turning point.The Cambodian worked illegally in France for ten years, and was finally selected by Pierre as an assistant.The leisurely Strasbourg customs tapped two stamps on the man's fake passport, and sent the black household to the United States of America with ease. It was only when LGM handled the hotel check-in procedures that he found out that the person's ID was wrong, so today he simply sent people from the Immigration Bureau to investigate the problem.Being implicated by this person, all foreign escorts were forcibly detained for a review of their identities, making the atmosphere serious in an instant.Zhang Yishan wasn't very gentle in the first place, but when he saw that other foreign assistants were still able to go to work, he immediately became furious.Under his accusation of "discriminating against non-citizens", LGM had no choice but to let everyone stay with him.

This matter made Zhang Yishan troubled for a long time for no reason, and it also made him waste his time explaining to Chen Shen.Therefore, his mood is extremely bad now - he has been looking forward to Luo Lin's first performance for a long time, but he never expected to miss it like this.

And the other person he had been paying attention to didn't know how he was doing.

...That's right, Zhang Yishan didn't come to the United States because he was idle.Even if he had a good relationship with Luo Lin, he was not enthusiastic enough to spend a month and a half as a guest assistant or bodyguard.

—he came for another man.And that man is also one of the campers of this LGM training camp.

...Three years ago, Zhang Yishan had just graduated with a master's degree.He was too lazy to look for a job, so he simply made up his mind to hang out in his cousin's company.At that time, Milan Fashion Week was being held in Italy, and He Shiwei flew there to work as a casting director, and Zhang Yishan followed him under the name of "internship".Bringing a Staff sign, Zhang Yishan strolled leisurely all the way to the backstage, and even pretended to be a big name, pointing at a group of men.He swayed around like this, and suddenly he was patted on the shoulder from behind.

Standing behind him is a tall man with a deep profile and a gentle expression.The man's eyes are obviously brown, but with a little golden shimmer, matching his smile with a few teeth, it looks very friendly.

"……Give you."

The man said so, and handed the things in his hand to Zhang Yishan.It turned out that Zhang Yishan was so happy going around before that he didn't even know that his work permit had been lost.

Before that, Zhang Yishan didn't feel that he had any special affection for the same sex.When I met this man that day, I felt my heart beat faster, and even my usual sharp mouth began to falter for the first time.After stuttering for a long time, only a short "thank you" came out.

The man smiled, returned his work card to Zhang Yishan, said nothing more, just returned to his corner, silently watching the busy crowd in the background.At that time, that man was not even half famous, and there were not many people who wanted to talk to him. Even when it came time to put on makeup, he was the last one in line.

Zhang Yishan looked at that man for a long time, but in the end he didn't dare to go up to talk to him.

After the show, Zhang Yishan took a lot of effort to find out the person's name.That name is very strange, so it is the first time a newcomer to the catwalk?

... I don't know if I will see you again.

On the return plane, Zhang Yishan listened to his cousin holding the file and commenting on the models used in the catwalk one by one.Surprisingly, He Shiwei was impressed by that man—at that time, He Shiwei clicked on some photos of the man, raised one corner of his mouth and said, "This man will definitely not be a fuel-efficient lamp in the future."

These words sound a little uncomfortable, but Zhang Yishan knows that this is He Shiwei's direct affirmation of the man's potential.Time has proved that He Shiwei's vision is indeed correct - the man has quietly become popular since then, and has always maintained a low-key stance.Of course, Zhang Yishan didn't say anything, but he kept remembering that encounter on the backstage.Once a man appeared on the inside cover of the American edition of GQ, Zhang Yishan was so excited like a woman, not only ordered the original book by mail, but also cut out the inside cover and pasted it on the wall of the room.

After putting up the poster, he suddenly felt a little melancholy.Originally, he was still a bit resistant to the modeling industry, who made him jealous of muscular men and disgusted with sissies.However, it was in this business that he met the most beautiful person he thought so far.

...is that man.

Zhang Yishan gave up on himself a little, and felt that he had become weird.No way, no matter how long the days passed, he still remembered the way the man smiled at him backstage that day.There is also a strange fragrance wafting from the memory, which makes him feel very happy.

He still can't figure out how he feels about men.Similar to an idol?But there is also a subtle sense of intimacy.While Zhang Yishan lashed out at this little girl mentality to death, he couldn't help but fly to Paris and London to sit in the front row of the men's catwalk.

Am I fucking star chasing? ! ! !Am I a high school girl? ! ! !Zhang Yishan, take heart, you have been possessed by something bad! ! !

Thinking of this, Zhang Yishan made up his mind to gently peel off the man's poster and inside pages from the wall.But when He Shiwei was recruiting Luo Lin's assistant within the company, Zhang Yishan, who got a man who would also participate in LGM, still raised his hand pretending to be calm.

As a result, there was no doubt that he was selected.Before departure, Zhang Yishan took the ticket from the front desk, while mourning in his heart: Zhang Yishan! ! !You are fucked! ! !

...This kind of entangled mentality continued until Zhang Yishan went to the United States, and it still didn't change at all.

Now Zhang Yishan has just finished the phone call, complaining softly while walking forward without stopping.New York was colder than he expected, Zhang Yishan was afraid that the cold wind would enter his neck, so he only frowned and lowered his head, burying his chin in the fluffy ermine scarf.He buried his head in counting the red brick grids on the ground, felt that the place was getting closer, and his steps were bigger and faster.Such a way of only lowering his head and not looking at the road naturally made him bump into someone head-on.

Zhang Yishan was originally holding the mobile phone in his hand, but now the thing was knocked to the ground by someone, and it was still slanted for a distance on the red brick floor.Zhang Yishan snorted angrily, and was about to bend down to pick it up, but the person who bumped into him bowed down before him.The man picked up his mobile phone, gently wiped off the dust on it with his fingers that were a little red from the cold, and then handed it to Zhang Yishan.

"……Give you."

Zhang Yishan raised his head uncertainly.He seemed to have heard the same sentence three years ago——

--It's him.

Zhang Yishan showed a defenseless expression to Alfred in front of him, and let out a soft "hey".

He suddenly forgot what to say next.

……

… Alfred Manson was only 22 years old three years ago. At that time, he still had the temperament of a big boy in his eyebrows, and his smile was clumsy; Get tougher.He was thinking about something at first, but he was able to control his expression very well when he was suddenly bumped into by someone, without showing any irritation.

He was bumped into by an Asian man who only reached his shoulders.Alfred helped the man pick up the mobile phone on the ground out of politeness, and when he returned it, the man just stared at him blankly.

Alfred was not too surprised by this reaction, he still smiled, took the man's hand and put the phone back.I don't know what button on the phone was touched during this action, and the screen lit up.Alfred glanced at the picture, then was slightly stunned.

That phone desktop... Is it my own photo?

Alfred looked at the man in front of him with some doubts, but he saw that the man hurriedly snatched the phone back and put it in his pocket, and his face began to turn red.Before Alfred could ask, the man tried hard to defend himself: "Well... I'm also related to LGM... I took the photo because I thought you were great... um, great... I didn't follow you I mean, I didn't mean to bother you...you're so good-looking, that's why I took it, you see that's it...wait what the hell am I talking about...you read it wrong, it's not at all Your photo!!"

Alfred wanted to laugh at the final conclusion shouted out by this man, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.The man in front of him seemed to feel even more ashamed, lowered his head, and simply wanted to run away from him.

Subconsciously, Alfred grabbed the man's arm from behind.The small man was pulled back by the force and turned around, showing him a bewildered expression.

Oddly enough, Alfred didn't let go.He showed the man a perfect smile that he had practiced countless times, and then asked, "Although I don't know your name, can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

... He watched the man's face and ears turn red, and then replied "OK" without confidence.Facing such a face, the haze in Alfred's heart dissipated a little inexplicably.

The models live within 5 minutes of the nearest cafe.If it only disappears for half an hour, even if it is discovered, it is not impossible to explain to the instructor.

Alfred and the man crossed the street one after another. Although both of them remained silent, there was a subtle atmosphere surging in the air.

……

In the house of models across the street.

...Luo Lin is now staying in his storage room, taking off his chilly coat and warming it by the stove.Today's shooting task ended more than an hour ago. Under the instigation of South African Luke and New Yorker Sean, a group of campers simply gave up the car and chose to walk from the Bronte Center in South Manhattan back to their residences.Some people—like Nafario and Raul—thought the idea was so stupid that they took taxis first.But Luo Lin, together with most of the rest, had a pleasant expedition on the streets of North America in the cold winter.

Now Luo Lin can also identify which individuals he is close to: Travis from Ireland sticks to himself like a piece of gum, and keeps asking: "Can you cook this dish?" "You Can you cook any dish?" After getting a positive answer from Luo Lin, he would be so happy that he would say: "That's great!!"... Luke, a South African, is a natural optimist, and he likes cooking on the road. He ran a long way in one breath, and then ran back happily.Luo Lin didn't actually say a few words to him, but Luke liked to rub against his body, and that action always reminded Luo Lin of canine animals; the standard New Yorker Sean is a single father, and his hobby is pulling people Telling all kinds of cute stories about his daughter from birth to the present - most other men have nothing to do with a person like him who loves women and talks too much, but only Luo Lin listens carefully with a smile, which is nothing more than the friendship between him and Luo Lin quickly built up.

Luo Lin didn't expect that before, he would still be able to make a few good friends.He is already satisfied with the current development.

As the sky gradually turned dark, Luo Lin sat alone by the bed and let out a sigh of relief.Rivers was playing a card game with others in the living room, and he and others could be heard beating and laughing at each other from outside the door.Luo Lin didn't think about moving, he just stared at the warm dim light beside him for a while.After finally recovering, he thought about changing to a coat tomorrow, turned sideways and took out the down jacket that was low in the box.Following this action, he even brought out a scarf.

Luo Lin bent down suspiciously, and took the beige scarf in his hand.The material is extremely soft and comfortable, with a warm and fuzzy luster under the light.Luo Lin showed some hesitation on his face. He held the scarf for a while, and finally took a breath. As if making up his mind, he took out the cell phone that had been turned off under the pillow.

Luo Lin turned on the phone.When he selected the name from the address book, he was in a mess, and when he dialed the number, he still felt that there was something wrong with his actions.When I finally realized the jet lag, the phone was already connected.

It's five o'clock in the afternoon in New York, but it's only six o'clock in the morning in the East Eighth District.He Shiwei woke up so angry, how could he pick up the phone so quickly.

Luo Lin clenched the scarf tightly with his right hand, and could only say, "I forgot about the jet lag, and now..."

His other hand was already pressing the hang up button, but He Shiwei interrupted in a hoarse voice: "...don't hang up."

Luo Lin lowered his eyes, unable to think of any suitable sentence, and finally asked: "...are you still... asleep?"

He Shiwei's nasal voice was very heavy, and he replied in a low voice: "Get up now."

Luo Lin suddenly felt embarrassed: "You are still in Singapore... Roaming calls are very expensive, I'd better not..."

He Shiwei interrupted him for the second time: "...Luo Lin, I have been waiting for you for two days, don't say such things, okay?" Luo Lin showed some embarrassment on his face, and thought for a while , I can only show weakness and say: "I don't know what to say..."

He Shiwei smiled lowly on the phone: "Then I'll ask, and you answer."

"……kindness."

"Singapore is 27 degrees now...is it cold in New York?"

"...It's cold, and the wind is quite strong... But the house is much warmer than Shanghai, and it's very comfortable."

"What about your food? Didn't you say that American Chinese food is weird...or do you all eat Western steak?"

"...I don't know how to put it. What we eat most is salad... Today at noon, we didn't even have any vegetable leaves. What we were given was airline food and a glass of champagne. I can't drink alcohol, so I feel a little hungry."

"...So, I lost weight."

"I don't know yet, I've only been here for a day...how about you?"

... What Luo Lin wanted to ask was the basic situation of He Shiwei.The weather, the food situation, and so on.However, He Shiwei was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, and finally said: "...I am thinking of you."

Luo Lin felt that the strange atmosphere before departure from Shanghai was coming back again, and wanted to take the phone away and hang up.But how could He Shiwei fail to guess his reaction, and added in a timely manner: "I'm just kidding, don't hang up."

... Whether it was a joke or not, in fact, both of them knew it well.

Luo Lin sighed: "Brother He, I'm not used to you talking like this..."

He Shiwei still smiled: "...Aren't you used to it? There's nothing you can do about it. Although I feel a little sorry, I will still say this kind of thing in the future."

Luo Lin was still sitting on the edge of the bed, but bent down, gently scratched his hair, his expression was still distressed: "But...why do you want to do this, I'm not..."

He Shiwei's tone became firm on the phone: "Luo Lin, you don't need to ask why. You know it yourself."

Luo Lin closed his eyes.

"...I will kiss you, I will wait for your call, and I will tell you that I miss you, all because I like you."

"..."

"I'm not quite ready yet, but I still want to tell you, I love you, and it's very serious."

"..."

"You can reject me, or you can treat me as if I don't exist. But I still can't stop liking you now."

"..."

"Huh, you see that you don't speak, so I know it. I also know that you are actually listening, so let me put it this way. Luo Lin, I don't know if you still want to spend your life with others, and I don't know Do you still believe in love? But if you figure it out one day and say that you are willing to try it with me, I will do my best to give you a home. "

"..."

"I live on the island of Sentosa now. I walked on the shore on the first day here, just waiting for you to call and let you listen to the waves here. Although it is a bit late now, can you Call me, I'm still happy."

"..."

"You should work hard there. If you still can't get along with me, just tell me when you figure it out. Don't worry too much about this matter, you always put too much pressure on yourself...as long as you are happy."

"..."

"Really, as long as you're happy. That's all I know you won't say."

"..."

"...That's it. I can't even tell you good night or good morning. Don't blame me..."

He Shiwei murmured something in a low voice, but Luo Lin couldn't hear clearly, but the other party had already hung up first.

Luo Lin's hand holding the mobile phone hangs down, and he looks at a loss.After a long time, he took off his shoes, bent his legs, buried his head in his arms, and sat quietly with his head in his arms.

He maintained this posture, letting the chaotic sentences in his head tumbling, and felt a slight chill all over his body.He finally gave up thinking, just closed his eyes, and clenched his fists.

……

I don't know how long it took, someone knocked on the door in this room.Wouldn't it be Rivers who will knock on the door...is it Zhang Yishan?

Luo Lin hurriedly adjusted his expression and opened the door, not wanting to look too embarrassed.

Outside the door was a face that was not familiar.Luo Lin thought for a while before he remembered that this person's name was Bodewei.

Portway's expression was still as indifferent as when they first met, and the angular Nordic silhouette had a natural sense of coercion.Luo Lin gave him a questioning look, and Botovey moved his lips, but he couldn't say anything all at once.

Finally, he said: "You missed dinner."

...has it reached this time already?Luo Lin showed a surprised expression.Portway continued to say coldly: "...so I made a copy for you."

Saying so, he raised his right hand a little higher - in his hand was a bowl of strange-looking salad with a fork stuck upside down in a bright light.

Luo Lin was stunned for a moment, but obediently took the bowl over and thanked him.But Portovey stood still and said, "...you can try it, it's right here."

...Luo Lin did not expect that someone would kindly prepare food for him.Therefore, even though the scene looked a bit weird, Luo Lin gratefully accepted the kindness.Portovie sat down on Rivers' bed stiffly, while Luo Lin started eating seriously at the table.I have to say that the salad prepared by Portway is very strange-similar to tahini mixed with mushrooms and raspberries, and the whole bowl of food looks like a messy mush.However, unexpectedly, this thing not only tastes good, but also fills the tube.

Seeing that Luo Lin had almost eaten, Botov hesitated and asked, "...isn't it disgusting?"

Luo Lin stamped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, turned around and smiled at him: "It's delicious, thank you."

Portovey was still sitting upright, his movements were unnatural: "...I know it's far worse than what you did...you gave me salad in the morning, I don't know if you still remember..."

Bobowei was not a showy person, and he didn't talk much, Luo Lin actually didn't notice him for a while.Luo Lin could only say sincerely: "Thank you anyway... I never thought that someone would cook for me. You are a good person."

Adhering to the principle of simplicity and fewer mistakes, Luo Lin has always been accustomed to using simple sentences in English.Unexpectedly, the word "good guy" made Portway feel even more uncomfortable.

The tall Finnish man looked sideways, and finally said with determination: "...I actually brought you candy."

"Hey?"

"Because you live in the storage room... so I guess you won't be too happy. It just so happens that I have some Finnish candy here, and I want to give it to you."

Then Portway held up his left hand—there was a long, thin package, crumpled as if it had been squeezed.

Portway's serious expression contrasted sharply with the panda printed on the candy packaging.Luo Lin was taken aback by this man's blunt behavior, walked up to Botovish and took the candy, and said "thank you" dryly.

Portov's eyes were still fixed on Luo Lin.Luo Lin didn't meet his eyes, just took out the long black candy from the packaging bag, and took a bite carefully.

"..."

...too unpalatable...

It seems that licorice and salt are mixed together. After eating, people have the illusion of seeing the aurora...

Swallowing the sugar in Luo Lin's mouth, ignoring the signs of stomach upset, he just smiled at Bodewei with his usual expression: "It's a very special taste..."

Only now did Botovish's slightly frowned eyebrows relax, and there was a sense of relief in his expression as hard as frozen soil: "That's great, you don't hate it..."

The man in front of Luo Lin stood up again hesitantly, and then said to Luo Lin: "I forgot to introduce, I'm Bodewei...can I make friends with you?"

The man stretched out his hand, and Luo Lin also stretched out his hand and shook it back: "No problem... I'm Luo Lin".

Portway: "I only have this candy now, and I've already given it to you... I hope you don't dislike me."

Luo Lin was taken aback: "Why do I not like you?"

Portovey lowered his head slightly: "Because I don't know how to speak or smile... When I saw you yesterday, I smiled at you, but you seemed to be frightened by me."

Luo Lin didn't react to this statement at first, but he suddenly realized that the expression this person showed during the assembly was not "threatening" but "showing favor"?

... This dignified and indifferent person may be unexpectedly clumsy.

There was a slight warmth in Luo Lin's heart.

Luo Lin didn't know when the problem that he was struggling with was put behind his mind.He and Botov talked for a short time, and when he sent this person away, Luo Lin had a sincere smile on his face.

--"As long as you are happy."

Luo Lin suddenly thought of this sentence.

...Maybe time will bring me a final answer.

The author has something to say: I’m overwhelmed with words again... It’s [-] words without even writing the first paragraph... I’m still writing under pressure... Originally, this paragraph should have written a little Rivers so that it can be reconciled with the next chapter It's so annoying...About Zhang Yishan, his part was carefully written by my brother==, because it has a lot to do with Luo Lin's awareness of love and the awakening of counterattack consciousness...Whether everyone likes him or not, everyone will love him Don't bother him... The plot needs it == I wrote, deleted, deleted and wrote and got it to six o'clock, I will definitely die from overwork... I didn't reply to the message, but because I didn't sleep much... so I just... I'm really sorry, or one day I won't update it, so let me leave a message back and forth...Brother spits on myself...As a beast who works hard to keep the quality, I hope I can still satisfy you...The next chapter should be half and half of love and work... ... Boss He and Young Master Duan must settle down first, otherwise it will be too rough I wrote it here... don't you like it == then I have to work hard to change it... I'm really exhausted... I won't lie to you... (Watching the sky...) I hope everyone can get more than three hours of sleep every day ...