"yes……"
"After being away for three years, I found that I sleep quite well. I haven't slept enough, and I'm reluctant to leave, right?" Song Ling's gaze was extremely deep. He never thought that someone would use him to such an extent.
Luo Wenchuan truly lives up to his reputation as Enigma; his description of Enigma as "naturally cunning" is spot on.
"That's not what I meant."
“You didn’t, but that’s exactly what you did.” After hearing Luo Wenchuan’s words, Song Ling understood the little bastard’s mentality a bit.
Everyone has a bit of a fascination with their first time, and Luo Wenchuan, as an Enigma member, is no exception. It's just a fetish for young birds, he understands.
Song Ling looked at the person in front of him and said coldly, "It must have been hard for you to play the dog in front of me for three years."
"I wasn't pretending, Brother Ling. Even wild beasts have moments when they're willing to show their weaknesses to those they're close to." Luo Wenchuan, like a stubborn and reckless child, persisted in his own set of theories.
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"You're quite the smooth talker, no wonder you're from Enigma." Song Ling twitched the corners of her mouth, suddenly feeling very tired. Listening to Luo Wenchuan talk about these things was much more tiring than shooting posters all day.
He really didn't want to listen anymore, didn't want to think about it anymore. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt all the seats he had previously occupied were.
"Brother Ling."
"Stop talking and go back."
"I……"
The two were locked in a stalemate when footsteps sounded outside the door.
The moment the locker room door opened, Song Ling kicked the person who was still kneeling on the ground behind a locker, blocking their way.
"Xiao Song, why haven't you gone over yet? Everyone's waiting for you." It was Director Chen who came in looking for someone.
"I found some things, Director Chen, you guys go ahead, just send me the address."
"Okay, you haven't taken your hair off yet, take your time, we'll go over first."
After seeing Director Chen off, Song Ling sat back down. Seeing Luo Wenchuan slink out from behind the cabinet, Song Ling felt utterly exasperated.
"Brother Ling, you still care about me, right?" Luo Wenchuan's eyes lit up, as if that kick just now had hit not the man's body, but his brain.
Seeing his reaction, Song Ling felt a headache coming on: "What do I care about you? Do you want the whole group to see you like that?"
It's really inappropriate for a young master of such high status to be kneeling and groaning softly.
Upon hearing Song Ling's words, Luo Wenchuan's lips curved into a smile, as if he had thought of something.
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These past two days, Song Ling has been busy preparing for filming and investigating Shi Xingyun, so she's already stretched thin.
Now, with the arrival of Luo Wenchuan, his already arduous task has become even more difficult.
Ever since that day he kicked Luo Wenchuan, this brat has become even more determined. No one knows how this person found his address, but every day before dawn, he can see Luo Wenchuan and his assistant, Xiao Qian, waiting downstairs to take him to the film set.
Fortunately, Luo Wenchuan also had some important things to do, so he only took on the job for a few days before running out of customers.
Song Ling felt that this person's enthusiasm for her would soon disappear, after all, no one wants to spend all their time trying to win someone's heart.
Who can't live without whom? We're all adults; there's no need to make a huge fuss over love and romance.
Director Chen started paying more attention to Song Ling after Luo Wenchuan said "very good". He felt that Luo Wenchuan seemed to have some feelings for Song Ling, but only a little, since Luo Wenchuan hadn't come over much except for the first few days.
Just before the belated opening ceremony, Director Chen wanted Song Ling to ask if Luo Wenchuan could also come.
Originally, they hadn't had much hope, but to their surprise, Song Ling returned after a while and said that Luo Wenchuan had agreed.
It's surprising that Luo Wenchuan can be so easy to talk to.
The group held a lively opening ceremony in the ancient city. During the ceremony, Director Chen's gaze frequently drifted between Luo Wenchuan and Song Ling. He noticed that the two didn't even exchange glances, and it didn't seem like they were about to spark any romance.
The film crew will be shooting in the ancient city for about a month, and after that, they will go to Lishan to shoot outdoor scenes.
Although it was the first time the group had worked together, the atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious.
Shi Xingyun is a veteran actor who rarely faltered during filming. Song Ling, the only newcomer in the entire cast, didn't have many scenes in the ancient city, mostly appearing alongside Li Ke, the Demon Lord, but her performance was still quite good.
Song Ling didn't come to the film set every day, but whenever she did, someone would always bring her a generous lunch, including dessert and fruit. If Song Ling couldn't finish it all, the rest of the crew would share in the meal.
In addition to food, they also sent flowers.
When makeup artist Xiaoya entered the dressing room carrying a bouquet of crushed blue roses, many people cheered.
"Stop shouting, stop shouting, it's for Xiao Song." After this sentence was said, the discussion started even louder.
Looking at the roses Xiaoya had placed on the table, Song Ling couldn't help but find it amusing. Luo Wenchuan was treating him like an Omega, sending him food and roses—he was practically visiting him on set.
"Xiao Song, which CEO has taken a liking to you? He sends you flowers every day." Xiao Ya couldn't help but ask while doing Song Ling's makeup.
Song Ling forced a smile: "It doesn't necessarily mean she's interested in me."
"You said you weren't interested, but for half a month straight you've been receiving roses, all different kinds and colors. Goodness, some of them I've never even seen before, they must have been air-freighted in!" Xiaoya looked at the shattered blue roses on the table and said to Song Ling, "The meaning of these flowers seems to be giving the stars and the sea to your beloved. Song, who's pursuing you? So romantic!"
Song Ling didn't answer the question, and instead talked about something else to gloss over it. If these people knew that the flowers were a gift from Luo Wenchuan, they would definitely be astonished.
It's no wonder people couldn't recognize him; Luo Wenchuan's aloof and cold image was just too deceptive.
Song Ling's residence in Lincheng was a small apartment, which couldn't hold too many flowers. He distributed most of the flowers on set, leaving him with only one to take back.
The roses Luo Wenchuan gave were all uniquely colored, mostly light blue, and many of the flower-loving girls on set treasured them dearly.
When the flowers were handed to Fang He, he rolled his eyes at Xiao Ya in the distance and said to the people around him, "What do you think he means by this? He's always handing out flowers or food. It just makes him stand out. He's the only one who's popular."
The man looked down at the pale blue gradient rose in his hand and casually said, "I heard that Song Ling was the most handsome guy in Beicheng Art Academy before, and he probably had a lot of suitors."
"So what if he's the school heartthrob? Which newcomer in the industry doesn't use that label? It's just a gimmick. In my opinion, he might have made it up himself to attract attention and create hype. If someone were really that dedicated to pursuing him, why would they just send him gifts and not even visit him at class?"
Upon hearing Fang He's words, the actors began to have their own doubts.
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Song Ling always claimed to be a graduate of the Art College of Beicheng University. The name "Beicheng" was so famous that many people mistakenly believed that Song Ling was a retired military officer.
The crew had a very good impression of Song Ling, so good that they felt she was flawless. But if this overly idealized character did something that didn't fit her persona, the public's affection would quickly turn into extreme dislike.
"I heard that this guy tried to get close to President Luo at the dinner party, but President Luo completely ignored him."
"He seems to like following Brother Yun, and Brother Yun takes good care of him."
"Brother Yun has a good temper and takes care of everyone. I didn't expect that Xiao Song, who looks upright, is actually a restless person."
"It's not his fault. Fengxing Tree is so powerful. If he could get close to Fengxing's young master, he would surely rise to prominence in the future."
A group of people were chatting together, which quickly caught Li Ke's attention.
"What are you doing? The director is calling you. Don't you have ears?" Li Ke's voice was crisp, but she was quite stern when she scolded people.
When Fang He saw Li Ke, he smiled disdainfully: "Compared to you, we have no ears."
Li Ke felt something was off about Fang He's words. She wanted to say something, but then she remembered that she still had filming duties and it wasn't worth arguing with some nobody. So she left her words and went to find Director Chen.
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The roses from Luo Wenchuan continued to arrive even after the filming in the ancient city was completed.
On the last day of the craft project, Song Ling received a bouquet of Ecuadorian roses in the color of aurora.
The aurora has no fixed color, and the bouquet of roses in Song Ling's hand cannot be defined by a single color either.
The aurora represents hope; to witness this spectacle, one must overcome all difficulties and brave the cold to reach the Arctic.
Is Luo Wenchuan trying to say that it wasn't easy for him to come back? His legs are naturally attached to him; who can possibly hold him back?
Song Ling used to dislike breaking flower branches to please people, but now she doesn't dislike receiving flowers.
No one dislikes flowers. No matter how busy you are or how down you are, seeing flowers in bloom can bring you comfort.
Luo Wenchuan was good at giving gifts. Song Ling couldn't throw away these broken roses used to please him, nor could she bear to.
The sky darkened considerably during filming today, and rain began to fall in the blink of an eye. The early winter rain was bitterly cold. Song Ling hadn't brought an umbrella and was about to walk to the parking lot in the rain when suddenly an umbrella appeared above her head.
"Do you want to go home?"
Song Ling looked up and met Master Xingyun's deep eyes.
At this moment, Song Ling was holding a bouquet of roses, and the two of them were in an ambiguous distance under the same umbrella.
Seeing that Song Ling didn't speak, Shi Xingyun smiled slightly and asked him, "Little Song, are you going to see your girlfriend?"
I've also seen the rose seller Xingyun these past few days; the person who sent the flowers must be a very devoted suitor.
Song Ling doesn't seem like someone who's easily moved by love. Shi Xingyun doesn't think Song Ling will have a partner during this time. If he does, then Song Ling has given him too little time, and that's not the kind of time he'd be able to keep a partner.
Song Ling said, "I'm going home."
"Going home? It's raining so hard, let me take you." Shi Xingyun looked at Song Ling with a smile and a very kind gaze.
This was clearly a good opportunity to get close to Shi Xingyun. He had already wasted too much time, so he simply didn't refuse.
"Thank you for your help, Brother Yun."