emergency love program

Seeing Rong He froze for a long time, Lu Xiaoyuan showed doubts: "Isn't this prepared for me?"

When he was in middle school, Rong He would often distribute the chicken legs he brought from home to Lu Xiaoyuan, who was eating low-end set meals in the cafeteria, because he couldn't eat so much.In order to reflect the "fixation" of his food intake, he divides it very evenly every time.

This is one of the little habits that Rong He has developed during the short period of more than a year of getting along.

And there are many similar and inadvertent actions, which still stubbornly existed in the years after the separation, awakening his guilt towards Lu Xiaoyuan over and over again.

It took him a lot of effort to change them one by one.

But when he saw Lu Xiaoyuan again, all his efforts were defeated in an instant.Those little habits that he had forced to bury had sprung up again like mushrooms after rain.

Even if he deliberately avoided mentioning everything related to the past, he still couldn't control his instinct.

Rong He let out an "ah", the obvious embarrassment on his face proved that Lu Xiaoyuan was right.

However, Lu Xiaoyuan nodded as if he didn't catch it: "It seems that you don't really want to share it with me."

There was a bit of disappointment in the low tone.

Rong He hurriedly said: "No."

Of course he is willing to share the chicken legs with Lu Xiaoyuan, but...

"The chopsticks are the ones I've used before, only this pair." Rong He explained.

"It's okay." Lu Xiaoyuan said indifferently, "Anyway, I've kissed him before."

Perhaps it was because Lu Xiaoyuan's words were so commonplace that Rong He thought he had heard it wrong, with a dazed look on his face, he stood there in a daze, and was held by Lu Xiaoyuan with his hands and chopsticks in a daze.

The slender and strong fingers inserted between his fingers, manipulated the chopsticks, and put the half piece of chicken thigh meat that fell back into the plate into his mouth.

He was like a marionette throughout the whole process, controlled by Lu Xiaoyuan's warm, calloused hands, only the beating heart and the burning heat on his face reminded him that he was still a human being.

Also blushing, there was also the little makeup artist girl who accidentally listened to the corner.

She has been a fan of Lu Xiaoyuan for many years, and she is used to Lu Xiaoyuan's aloof appearance, but she never thought that in front of her lover, even an idol like Lu Xiaoyuan, who does not seem to be in the world, would still be like an ordinary boyfriend.

The makeup artist was lost in thought, not noticing that the zipper of the bag was open.

boom!A box of loose powder fell out, making a noise.

Rong He was startled, looked up, and saw a figure slipping away quickly by the wall outside the door.

It turned out that there were audiences there.

Rong He's tense muscles suddenly relaxed, his throbbing heart gradually returned to dead silence, and there was an indescribable feeling in his throat.

The chicken drumsticks were cold, even though the air conditioner was on in the lounge, it was still a bit gritty in the mouth.

Lu Xiaoyuan swallowed it without changing his face, and while Rong He was not paying attention, he ate the other half, and then commented solemnly: "This chicken leg is quite delicious, I accidentally finished it."

Rong He recalled the chai chai taste of the chicken drumsticks in the box lunch, and thought that Teacher Lu's taste was quite unique.

He was about to continue eating the rest of the lunch box when Lu Xiaoyuan pressed his hand, and saw Lu Xiaoyuan conjure up an exquisite hotel bag from behind, which contained six or seven lunch boxes.

"I ate your chicken leg, you can eat this."

Before Rong He had time to say anything, Lu Xiaoyuan had already arranged everything clearly.

Lu Xiaoyuan opened the packaging bag, and put the assortment of dishes on the small coffee table in the lounge.Not only the meat and vegetables are balanced, but also the milky pork bone soup. Since they are all packed with thermal insulation materials, they are steaming hot after opening.

Rong He had already fainted from hunger, swallowed by the smell, and asked with the last ounce of reason: "Have you eaten?"

Lu Xiaoyuan gave an "um" and signaled Rong He to rest assured that he could eat alone.

The way Rong He ate was the same as what Lu Xiaoyuan saw in Jiang Shi's video, like a hamster, chewing part of it quickly in his mouth, with part of his cheek still left, looking very hungry.

Filming does consume a lot of physical energy, especially for costume dramas where makeup and actions are cumbersome, not to mention that Rong He always works harder than everyone else, and he never forgets to practice his lines in the middle of the night.

Lu Xiaoyuan propped his chin with one hand, looked at Rong He with stretched eyebrows, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Are strawberries delicious?"

Rong He devoured the meal, swallowed a mouthful of food, raised his head and whispered: "That... I didn't eat it, I gave it to others."

Hearing this, Lu Xiaoyuan frowned slightly, stared at Rong He for a long time, and finally said in a deep voice: "You are quite good at borrowing flowers to present Buddha." It seemed that he was speechless.

Rong He bit the tip of his tongue hard as punishment, regretting that he had told the truth, and even more regretting that he didn't protect the strawberry just now.

Seeing Lu Xiaoyuan's fading expression, he asked cautiously, "Teacher Lu, are you angry?"

Lu Xiaoyuan looked out the window and sighed inaudibly: "Even if I say I'm angry, what's the use?"

Rong He felt that he was probably too nervous, and he could hear a bit of grievance from this sentence.

Lu Xiaoyuan looked at Rong He's bewildered look from the corner of his eye, but he still didn't hold back, the corner of his mouth moved up quickly, and said quietly: "I booked a private room at the hotel, but it's a pity that I don't have someone to accompany me."

The topic changed too quickly, Rong He didn't react, blinked, and let out an "oh".

"I've seen your announcement." Lu Xiaoyuan continued, "You don't have any show after seven o'clock tonight."

After the afternoon location scene ended, Rong He had just changed his costume and walked out of the set when he saw a black car parked in front of the woods.

The car window was lowered halfway slowly, and the person wearing a cap on the driver's seat was Lu Xiaoyuan.

Rong He waved his hand, took advantage of the moonlight and ran over to open the co-pilot's door.

On the passenger seat, there was a new box of strawberries, with a small card on the box saying "Strawberries for Xiaohe".

The word "Little Crane" was specially capitalized and bolded for fear of being unclear.

Rong He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he just got into the car, held the strawberry in his arms, turned his head and looked out the window, but his face was red and hot under the cover of night.

Fortunately, he had just finished filming, and he was still sober, knowing that what he should care about was whether Lu Xiaoyuan's strawberries were sweet or not, not why Lu Xiaoyuan gave him a box of strawberries when he was angry with him for borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, and wrote on his own mark.

Although he has already faced up to and accepted his feelings for Lu Xiaoyuan, it was only his one-sided crush.

He doesn't think too much about some deeper things, and he doesn't dare to think too much.Because he knows very well that people's desires are always gradually expanded in fantasy.What's more, they still have a relationship of "rival actors".

Rong He kept looking out the window, looking at the lackluster scenery, Lu Xiaoyuan didn't talk to him, and concentrated on driving all the way.

The restaurant is nearby, a 15-minute drive away. It is a well-decorated Chinese restaurant.

There are special reception staff waiting outside, leading them from the special passage to the reserved private room.

The air conditioner in the house is very strong, and it suddenly plunged in from the cold wind, as if it had strayed into spring.

After 10 minutes, the dishes came to the table one after another.

Rong He was a little surprised when the dishes were served.

What surprised him was not how two people could finish so many dishes, but——

"Why are they all sweet?"

Lu Xiaoyuan said, "Well, I'll order for you."

Rong He stared at the sweet and sour pork ribs, Coca-Cola chicken wings, fried corn with milk flavor in front of him... he was a little dazed for a moment.

Lu Xiaoyuan in middle school did know that he loves sweets, but he never expected that the current Lu Xiaoyuan still remembered it, and even showed it to him openly, telling him with actions that he remembered it.

He couldn't help but think again of Lu Xiaoyuan's behavior after seeing through his little tricks during lunch.

He could understand the intimacy at that moment, after all, there was an audience.But even if it's acting for others, there's no need to make a fuss about such a sensitive matter involving the past, right?For a rare and outstanding actor like Lu Xiaoyuan, there are obviously [-] other ways of acting.

He poked a piece of honey chicken with the tip of his chopsticks, and suddenly realized that strawberries were his favorite fruit.

And this, Lu Xiaoyuan 11 years ago also knew.

When he was sitting on the rooftop eating strawberries and only ate the tip, Lu Xiaoyuan said it was a waste.

The private room Lu Xiaoyuan booked was not too big, and under the warm light of the straw lamp above his head, he could see the other party's face clearly.

The two sat opposite each other, eating silently, this was Lu Xiaoyuan's usual style.

Rong He buried his face in the bowl, his thoughts were led into a dead end by those unreasonable realities.

In his cognition, even if Lu Xiaoyuan's good cultivation and rich experience prevent him from being furious about everything in the past, at least he should avoid talking about it. It was uncovered inadvertently by Lu Xiaoyuan.

He began to have a nonsensical premonition, feeling that Lu Xiaoyuan was hinting at something to him, and it was very important, but he was sitting in the heated private room right now, his brain was rusty, and he couldn't think of an answer...

Mingming warned himself not to think too much on the way here, but it was probably because the private room was too stuffy, so Rong He secretly thought about it for a while by virtue of his drowsiness, and suddenly said: "Mr. Lu, I have a question to ask you."