Chapter 77 (1/2)
The night is deep.
In the dark and secluded alley, a tall and thin figure walked slowly on the road.
He didn't drink, but his steps were heavy.
The night wind blew across his face, blowing the hair hanging in front of his forehead, and also disordered his already restless mood.
”Brother, you should think clearly. If you make up your mind, you should go on firmly. If you can't bear it, don't start,
Lin Yao is a good girl. If you can't be responsible for her to the end, don't hurt others. ”
This is what Hong Sanshi said to Xiao Le before leaving after dinner.
In fact, Fang Xiaole has long thought about what Hong Sanshi said, and thought further.
But now he and Lin Yao are far from that step, and even the relationship between them has not been determined.
After all, they have known each other for less than a month, and they don't know each other deeply enough. Maybe after a period of time, the palpitations from that night slowly disappeared?
Fang Xiaole is also a traditional person. He is 26 at the end of the year. At this age, falling in love is about getting married and helping each other all his life.
If both sides don't know their roots and know each other's family well enough, how far can they go by virtue of fairy tale love at first sight?
More importantly, Fang Xiaole doesn't have a career now and doesn't have enough confidence to become a drag on Lin Yao.
The world is very realistic. No relationship can be put in a vacuum without being disturbed by the secular world.
Moreover, Lin Yao is also a big star with countless fans. If he and she are together, the difficulties they have to face may be unimaginable.
Fang Xiaole hopes that if it comes to that time, he can have enough strength to face it.
”You have to work harder and go higher...”
This is the first time in Fang Xiaole's life that he seriously thinks about his relationship with a heterosexual.
Finally, this thinking from straight man somehow became the driving force to encourage him to ”strive hard and make progress every day”
His trouser pocket vibrated. Fang Xiaole picked up his mobile phone and looked at it. Finally, a smile appeared on his face.
It's a message from Fangfang, the ”middleman”.
”Fang planning, sister Yao asked me to ask if you slept?”
As Fang Xiaole walked into the community, he replied:
”Assistant Liu, please tell Lin Yao that I went to dinner with brother Hong in the evening. Now I've just returned home.”
When Fang Xiaole entered the rented building, went down the stairs and entered the rental house, Fangfang's message came again:
”Sister Yao asked you what you ate and whether you drank. She said your voice can't drink.”
Although across the mobile phone screen, Fang Xiaole seems to feel the loveless expression on Fangfang's face at this time.
”Please tell Lin Yao that I didn't drink... Brother Hong knows she's hurt and will help her avoid violent running and confrontation when recording the program.”
The message came after a long silence, and it was a voice:
”Thank you.”
The voice is gentle and pleasant, crisp and pleasant. It is Lin Yao's voice.
Fang Xiaole was stunned and listened to it twice. Then he typed and asked:
”Isn't Mo here?”
Lin Yao said before that Mo Yan has been watching her in person these days. She has let Fangfang pass on information in hiding, which is like a spy war film.
Just now Lin Yao dared to send a voice, indicating that Mo Yan was not with her for the time being.
Somehow, although I have heard Lin Yao's voice many times, the voice just made Fang Xiaole feel particularly sweet.
It's like eating iced watermelon in summer. It's sweet, crisp and cool, penetrating into the tip of your heart.
Fang Xiaole thinks it's strange that he hasn't heard Lin Yao's voice for several days, so something is rare, isn't it?
It might be more comfortable to meet and talk face to face