I heard that you seem to have a hard time flirting

Huo Qian sat on a chair.

The chair at the entrance of the small shop was small and short, and Erlang couldn't even raise his legs. He leaned forward with his arms supporting his knee joints, and his whole body shrunk like a shrinking circle, which didn't match his overbearing image.

But the heavy dark air pressure still circled around him, Huo Qian frowned, staring at the dark concrete wall in a daze.

Just now he wanted to see what Shi Liuyun, a disobedient wild cat, could talk with the boss for so long, but he didn't expect that before the door was stepped in, the old lady of the shopkeeper said a name that made him pause.

Xiao Lin.

He didn't know who Xiao Lin was, but from Shi Liuyun's frozen movements, he felt that he was not an ordinary person.

Since Shi Liuyun refused to talk about his foot injury at his home last time, although Huo Qian wanted to hear a man tell him in person one day, he still couldn't help but went online to collect many reports about the scandal at that time.

Back then, Liu Yun was photographed fighting in a gay bar, but obviously with his slender ankles that he could hold with one hand, he was not at all material for fighting hard.

At that time, there were different opinions on the Internet. Some people said that he had always had conflicts with some people in the bar, and some people said that he dared to go to the gay bar to fool around when the heat was the highest, while others thought that he was in the bar. What kind of old lover he couldn't let go of made him unable to go in and out of the bar, and even inadvertently formed a relationship with the people in the bar.

But he himself has not made a statement, and no netizens have exposed specific evidence, so until now, it is still uncertain why Shi Liuyun appeared in the gay bar and how he fought with people.

Thinking of this, Huo Qian relied on the news from all directions in his mind, mixed them together in a mess, and combined with Shi Liuyun's stiff expression just observed, finally condensed into three words:

old lover?

Huo Qian didn't realize at all whether he was too lenient. It stands to reason that he has nothing to do with Shi Liuyun now. Does Shi Liuyun have an old lover, what happened to him, and whether it still happened now. He didn't seem to have any reason to care.

But Huo Qian didn't have any self-knowledge at all. Now his mind was occupied by these three words over and over again, and even his eyes were squinted, and the gap between his teeth showed a bit of gnashing.

"old lover?"

Are you going to bars frequently because of your old lover who you can't let go of?

Good guy.

Shi Liuyun is really awesome. He didn't check the person's profile because he wanted to hear the person say it word by word, but he didn't expect the other party to rush to the top without even giving a transition.

He grinned, straightened his waist and pressed the brim of the hat on his head, suppressing the emotions in his eyes that he couldn't see clearly, took a deep breath and blew up the mask, and then turned his head slightly to look at the door of the store.

Still not coming out?

He silently counted the time in his mind. This time, Shi Liuyun didn't keep Huo Qian waiting too long. Before he could hit the beat twice, the man came out with two bowls of noodles.

Huo Qian watched as Shi Liuyun slowly approached with the corners of his lips curled up, and finally stood by the table, gently placed two bowls of noodles in front of the two of them, and naturally sat opposite Huo Qian.

The other party sat down without moving his chopsticks, his hands seemed to be put on his knees obediently, and he looked at him with bright eyes.

He tidied up the scarf, and wrapped it around his neck neatly and nicely.

Huo Qian's eyes turned on the scarf. Shi Liuyun thought he was concerned about the dirt that had just been stained on the scarf, and immediately raised the corners of his mouth: "I'll return it to you after I go back and wash it."

The voice was obedient and sweet, but Huo Qian frowned even deeper.

After Shi Liuyun said this, he saw that Huo Qian was still as gloomy as he was when he went out. After thinking for a while, he didn't say any more. He rubbed his hand on the scarf, and then turned his attention to the beef noodles in front of him.

Beef noodles have always been Grandma Wang's unique skill. The noodles are refined and smooth, and the beef is tasty and chunky. Shi Liuyun was surprised by the unexpected from the first time he ate it.

He looked at Huo Qian's bowl again. It was obvious that the other side had more meat, but the meat was a little less than his.

This subtle differential treatment coupled with Huo Qian's expressionless face inexplicably hit Shi Liuyun's smile. He looked away, stretched his hand up to cover his mouth, but Huo Qian sat up straight on the opposite side, and then took off his sunglasses , pull off the mask.

A pair of slightly squinted eyes came in, Shi Liuyun had no time to react, and the other party's hoarse voice sounded: "You, used to come here often?"

It's a very normal question, but the tone matches today's temperature.

"Well," Shi Liuyun lifted the scarf on his neck and took a breath, explaining: "My house is nearby, and I often come here to eat when I'm not filming. Most of the people living in this alley are old people. Not many people know me, I chat with them when I have nothing to do, and I get acquainted with them over time."

His explanation was very sincere, and he answered more than usual. Huo Qian lowered his eyes, thought for a while and continued to ask another question: "You, have you been living alone?"

"Well," Shi Liuyun nodded, and subconsciously replied, "Now it is."

Huo Qian hooked his lips meaningfully: "Before, did you share the rent with someone?"

Shi Liuyun paused in his heart for a moment, and immediately realized that Huo Qian had dug a hole just now to understand his living conditions. He turned his head quickly and replied, "No, it's two people living together."

Huo Qian's expression didn't crack when he heard this, and he asked tentatively, "Your parents don't live in City C?"

"Are you checking your household registration?" Shi Liuyun lowered his eyes and said softly, "They died in a car accident three years ago."

There was a moment of surprise on Huo Qian's face, and he replied, "Sorry."

Shi Liuyun shook his head: "It's okay."

When he was young, his parents were busy with work and didn't take much care of him. The relationship between him and his parents has always been weak, and it has been a long time since the car accident. Even if he mentions it now, the feeling is not as strong as it was at the beginning.

The two were silent again.

But Huo Qian still looked at him hesitantly, making sure that the other party's face hadn't changed, and then looked at the noodle bowl.

There were several large pieces of beef lying quietly in the bowl. Huo Qian didn't have any ink marks, so he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

The delicious juice popped in his mouth, his eyes flashed, then he nodded and said: "The beef is good."

"Did I say it?" Shi Liuyun also picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth, "You can't judge a store by its cover."

The words of deja vu rang in Huo Qian's ears, and he reflexively wanted to look down to see if Liu Yun's ankles were exposed again, but he only lowered his head a few degrees, then suddenly turned around, looking at the gray concrete wall .

While staring absently at the black gap on the wall, he changed the subject: "The surrounding area is very beautiful. I've stayed in City C for so long and never noticed it."

"It's more humane here than the city center," Shi Liuyun followed Huo Qian: "But you've been here for a long time? Didn't you say you basically stayed on the set last time?"

"I take a break every time I finish a movie," Huo Qian turned his head back, "I can't rush to make a movie."

He paused and added: "Besides, I usually seldom go out."

"Are you average?" Shi Liuyun ate a mouthful of noodles and asked, "Stay at home?"

He remembered the scene at Huo Qian's house last time. The other party's house was not only well-decorated but also well-decorated, but there were very few things, and it didn't look like someone would live there all the time.

"Yeah." Huo Qian nodded, "I stay at home when I'm not filming. I don't want to deal with those interpersonal relationships. As for the itinerary and Qian Yu's development, I can leave it to Fang Wenyuan and Li Xiangsong."

Huo Qian's private life is very simple. When filming, he devoted himself to his work during the day, sat on the bed at night, pondered over the script and memorized his lines, and when he was resting, either Li Xiangsong saw him as bored and came to his house to chat unilaterally, or he watched the selection. Thinking about acting in a new script.

But no one looks so rich.

Inexplicably, some pictures that just happened in his mind flooded out in his mind, and before his serious face began to collapse, Shi Liuyun said ahead of time: "That's right, after all, I don't seem to have seen it in other than movies. Teacher Huo's figure."

Variety shows, interviews, reality shows, none of them.

"Oh." Shi Liuyun sighed softly.

"It's so ruthless..." He pretended to sigh, "It's so difficult for your fans to understand your real side offline."

As he spoke, he put down his chopsticks, raised his eyes and glanced at Huo Qian who was putting noodles into his mouth.

Huo Qian slowly swallowed the noodles before replying softly: "My works are more worthy of attention."

"Well, after all, you are very good at acting."

Shi Liuyun frowned, and did not continue to comment on Huo Yingdi's confident answer, but raised his eyes and said, "But it seems that I am quite lucky?"

He glanced at Huo Qian a few times, "Can you see the other side of Huo Yingdi who is so unknown?"

Not only is he as indifferent as the rumors in the industry, but he is also uncertain, he can eat soft but not hard, and he has a... hobby of liking people's ankles?

"Shi Liuyun," Huo Qian interrupted his half-raised eyebrows, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you proud?"

Shi Liuyun flattened his eyebrows and smiled: "How can there be?"

Obviously there is, and very confident.

"I just think," Shi Liuyun's voice sounded again, "those girlfriend fans of yours would never have imagined that their elder brother is almost as indifferent as the rumors in the circle in private—he is destined to have no one he likes."

Huo Qian got into the man's words in an instant, paused, and keenly grasped the key words in the words, "A person you like?"

"Why," he automatically ignored the glint in Shi Liuyun's eyes, "Are you destined to fall in love with someone else?"

Shi Liuyun was very satisfied that he had won a round in setting the trap, and his voice rose casually, "That must be true, who didn't have one or two feelings when they were young?"

Unexpectedly, Huo Qian's face suddenly turned cold, and his words changed, "Xiao Lin?"

When Shi Liuyun saw his reaction, he knew that most of what he had just said to Grandma Wang had been overheard. He suppressed his emotions and tilted his head in a sensible way: "Who is Xiaolin? I don't know, I only know Mr. Huo, you."

"Shi Liuyun," Huo Qian simply slammed his chopsticks on the edge of the bowl, "Your brain is spinning really fast?"

"Thank you Mr. Huo for your compliment."

"I didn't praise you."

Huo Qian took a deep breath: "Shi Liuyun, you really, really know how to make me angry."

"I really want to know," he said one sentence after another, repeating the name "Xiaolin" in his mind over and over again, "what is it like to really fall in love with someone like you, without a word being true or false."

What is this person like with other people?

He couldn't help asking in his heart, the corners of his mouth hinted at danger, but the person sitting across from him didn't show any signs of panic. Instead, he picked up a spoon and took a sip of the soup, waiting for the warm soup to warm his cold stomach before He licked his lips and looked up.

Huo Qian frowned as he watched the tip of his tongue circle around his lips, and when his lips were dyed bright, a voice as light and ethereal as smoke sounded: "Do you want to know?"

"Then how about," his lips seemed to glow, "I let you feel it?"