Serious people who eat official match[Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 44

The fans who chased into the alley did not leave for a long time. The blind spot is only so big, and the distance between two people is almost negligible.

The moon hangs high, the street lamps are gray, and even the light cannot penetrate.

The night covered the traces of the two people, Lin Litian's hands were weakly propped on the pile of sundries, his arms circled into a semicircle, from a distance it looked like he was taking Song Yan into his arms.

As long as you bow your head, you will see a large area of ​​delicate and fair skin on the side of Song Yan's neck.

What was poured into his nose was a woody fragrance that seemed to be absent. When he went out this morning, he didn't see Song Yan spraying perfume. It should be the smell left by the shower gel, so it is not strong, nor is it cold and tough, it is dry. Mild smell.

Song Yan felt the sight on the top of his head, so stiff that he refused to look up, "What should I do now?"

When he spoke, his breath just hit Lin Litian's hard collarbone, and Lin Litian's eyes sank when he looked at him.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Song Yan raised his eyebrows, intending to look up, Lin Litian quickly restrained his emotions, tilted his head to find a suitable angle to look out.

The girls had already reached the end of the alley, and were about to leave when they saw nothing.

"Not leaving." Lin Litian looked back at the person in front of him.

Song Yan, who was about to go out to have a look, could only shrink back.

Lin Litian asked: "Do you have a mobile phone?"

But he couldn't take out his mobile phone in front of the camera, he threw it in the bedroom without taking it before going out, and now he can only hope that Song Yan won't be so tacit.

however……

"No."

Lin Litian laughed lightly.

Really useless tacit understanding.

Song Yan thought for a while, then added, "Why don't we just go out like this, this place is not far from where we live, if we're lucky, we might not be seen by them."

At least get out of here first.

"Our photos and videos have probably been uploaded on the Internet by now. Do you think their mobile phones are not connected to the Internet, or are they blind?" Lin Litian almost had the words "Are you kidding me" engraved on his forehead.

Song Yan himself also felt that it was not feasible, choked for a moment, and lowered his voice to talk back, "I don't think you should say that and spend time here blocking your fans at night."

He always smiled unconsciously when he spoke, and also when he talked back, which caused the sentence to shift uncontrollably from a retort to a coquettish direction.

It's just that he didn't hear it himself.

Lin Litian thought it was funny.

If this paragraph is captured by the camera, CP fans will definitely have a collective carnival.

He suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and pretended to agree, "You're right."

Song Yan's eyes widened, surprised at his abnormality, his movements were one step faster than his thinking, and he looked up to see his reaction, whether he was planning any bad thoughts again.

But he forgot the close distance between the two of them, and the top of his head hit Lin Litian's chin, making the sound of bones colliding.

With a hiss, Lin Litian let go of his hand around his side and covered his chin.

That sounds...it hurts.

There was a hat on Song Yan's head as a buffer, so he didn't feel much, but he was worried that Lin Litian would be knocked out, "Are you okay?"

Because of this blow, Lin Litian's lower lip hit his teeth hard, bleeding from the skin, and a strong smell of blood permeated the tip of his nose.

He licked the wound, and there was a slight but excruciating pain.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Yan went straight to his hands, rubbed his lips with his fingertips a few times, then pressed against his nose, and immediately smelled the rust in the blood, "Bleeding?"

In the last world, he was still a little dumb who would be shy when he teased people, but why this world doesn't know how to tease people without a teacher.

Lin Litian, who is usually provocative and has no burden, was stunned for a moment by his small movements. He looked down at Song Yan's fingers. The light was not enough. He actually couldn't see anything except the slender outline of his fingers, but he had a brain and he could imagine.

He could imagine Song Yan's fingertips stained with his own blood.

Plain fingertips, sweet blood.

I want to...include it.

Can't go on like this!

Lin Litian closed his eyes to calm down his churning thoughts, his temples were tense as his blood surged up.

He attributes this symptom to the fact that the original body in this world is too young, and his emotional experience is as white as a piece of paper, so it's normal to be unable to hold on.

That's right.

It's normal if you can't hold it, it's none of his business.

The alley was completely quiet, Song Yan still wanted to say something, Lin Litian raised his hand to wipe off the blood dripping from his lips with the back of his hand, pulled the person in front of him away from this corner, and entered through another back door in the alley.

The back door is connected to a folk clothing store. The owner of the store, who was bored looking at the store, looked in shock at the customers who didn't take the usual way, and his sleepiness disappeared. "Welcome to come and see what you like."

There were a wide variety of clothes hanging in the small store, Lin Litian looked down at the clothes he was wearing, had a flash of inspiration, took two sets of clothes from the shelf, and gave one of them to Song Yan, "Change clothes."

Song Yan caught the clothes and reacted.

There is only one fitting room in the store, and they can only be changed in turn. Lin Litian chose a black and blue cloth shirt.

Song Yan looked at the man who came out of the fitting room, and was dazzled by the handsomeness.

The loose black cloth shirt is rusted with blue silk thread to show a rather charming pattern, without any fancy design, the ordinary clothes worn by Lin Litian can be compared to the luxury and grandeur of catwalk styles.

Song Yan didn't look at it any more, and walked into the fitting room while silently reciting the Qingxin mantra several times.

It didn't take long for him to go in, when Lin Litian's daily feigning death system suddenly sounded an alarm.

[Beep—beep—at two o'clock ahead, a large wave of fans is about to gank. 】

Lin Litian looked in the direction it reminded, and sure enough, he saw the gathered fans looking around. At one point, his eyes had already fallen on the store.

In a flash, he hid in the fitting room before the fans noticed him.

Song Yan just got dressed and took off his original top, put the clothes on his body, looked at a sudden extra person in the fitting room, and almost lost control of his facial expression, "What are you doing?"

His clothes were only half covered, and he had just put one hand through the sleeves. At this moment, his thin figure, which was usually covered by the clothes, revealed smooth muscle lines. There were no knotted and exaggerated muscles, and there was no fat around the waist.

Lin Litian, who was trapped in a small space for the second time, felt that if he didn't explain a few words, this hooligan hat would be slapped to death, "There are fans outside."

"..." Song Yan looked at his reaction, recalled his reaction last night, and suddenly felt that he was at a disadvantage, so he could only pretend to be nonchalant and continue to put on his clothes.

Lin Litian cooperatively turned his back to him.

One minute later, the person behind him replied in a firm tone, "It's all right."

Song Yan was wearing a cloth shirt of the same style as Lin Litian, but his was white and red, and people who didn't know it thought it was a couple's outfit.

The fans outside the store had disappeared. After leaving the clothing store, they picked places where there were few people. They passed by a few fans with mobile phones in their hands. Lin Litian glanced at them calmly, and there was indeed A photo of him and Song Yan.

The fans didn't pay attention to the two tall men dressed as ethnic minorities beside them. They had a clear purpose and only stared at the passers-by dressed similarly to those in the photo.

Because of the detour, they spent a lot of effort before returning to the villa.

There were no fans squatting in the alley in front of the villa. This large area was full of homestays and youth hostels, and there were few people. After recording a program, the two of them looked like thieves, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.

Pei Jiashu's voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Why are you two alone? Where's Cen Shi?"

It's the spending group that's back.

Lin Litian looked back and saw three people walking towards them from the other side of the road.

On average, they carry three or four bags in their hands, and they really spend money.

He answered succinctly, "Together with photography."

Wen Zi looked at the unusual clothes on them, with great interest: "Didn't you agree to make money? Why are you still spending money?"

Jiang Weiwei noticed something that everyone didn't notice: "What happened to Xiao Lin's mouth?"

Song Yan just remembered the trouble he caused, and looked at Lin Litian's lower lip. A thin layer of blood scab had formed on the broken part, and the blood stopped oozing out.

The blood beads that were randomly wiped away before dyed the lower lip bright red,

"It's a disaster, so don't talk about it." Lin Litian said coolly, and looked at a certain ostrich that buried its head in the sand silently.

Song Yan rolled his eyes randomly and refused to meet his gaze.

After everyone returned to the villa, they realized that Cen Shi had already returned. He had just hung up the phone when he saw everyone walking in from the door. He put his phone back in his pocket and got up to meet him.

Pei Jiashu and his brothers put their arms around his shoulders, "Why are you three acting separately? Is this some new money-making strategy?"

Cen Shi quickly glanced at Song Yan's direction, and briefly summed up what happened tonight, and everyone sighed that Lin Litian and Song Yan were popular.

Lin Litian, who caught this glance, squinted his eyes thoughtfully.

Song Yan didn't seem to notice.

The director team was concerned about the situation of Lin Litian and Song Yan tonight, and then started the final process of cueing by Xiaotian.

Although the money-making business of Qing Bar is not going well today, the bar owner paid them quite a lot. No matter how lavishly Wen Zi and the others spent money, they also kept in mind that this was recording a program and controlled their expenses very well.

However, with the additional consumption of their clothes, there is only a surplus of a few tens of dollars left in the account.

But the program group's rule is that if the cost does not exceed the remuneration, the difference between the two should not exceed 100 yuan, and the program group will give them additional rewards.

So the next day, they will have 200 yuan in sponsorship money.

Wen Zi's expression was like eating a fly when she heard the number 200. After she once again disliked the stinginess of the program group, today's recording is officially over.

After Xiaotian announced the end of the recording, Cen Shi went out of his way and didn't stay in the living room for too long, and returned to his bedroom.

But everyone didn't care.

"Are you crazy?"

When Song Yan walked into the room, he just heard such a sentence from Lin Litian's cell phone.

Yu Daqin's voice can no longer be described as a broken gong voice. Now if any company needs to find a folk music ensemble for funerals, he alone is a team.

"There are so many people in the ancient city, how dare you drag them away?! The filming period at Yunhe Station is only six days. You did this for me on the first day. What do you guys do for food?"

"It's too red, there's nothing I can do." He sat on the sofa by the window with his mobile phone in his hand, and glanced at Song Yan who came in.

Song Yan didn't bother him, and sat slumped on his own bed, still wearing a white and red cloth shirt, with his palms propped behind his back, a piece of the soft mattress was sunken, and one leg was loosely bent.

white red...

jersey...

This image inexplicably coincides with the boy in the dream last night.

Yu Daqin over there was still talking, telling him not to get separated from the show crew again. When there is no safety hazard, fans who are enthusiastic and have no sense of boundaries are the hidden dangers of stars.

He listened inattentively, only focusing on the person on the bed.

There was a vague outline in my mind, like an intricate ball of thread emerging from a thread, just waiting for someone who wanted an answer to pull it.

Song Yan, who was tired all day, didn't notice the deep eyes looking at him. He sat for a while, waited for the fatigue in his body to ease, and carried his clothes to the bathroom to wash up.

Yu Daqin over there didn't hear Lin Litian's ecstasy, he said at the moment Yu Daqin took a breath, "I know, that's it, die."

The first day of recording of "The Grand Holiday" did not end smoothly. Just when the program team thought that tonight's accident was just a small disturbance, the next day, the number one trending song on the most searched entertainment list appeared. Sou slapped them hard in the face.