It's his turn for the part and he hasn't gone back yet.
Without the lead singer, the rest of the session couldn't go on.
"What are you still doing here?" Fu Yingcheng raised the corners of his lips slightly and said sarcastically: "Waiting for someone to chase you away?"
The shouts of "Cheng Jiali! Cheng Jiali!" outside were getting faster and getting louder. Faster, faster and faster.
Cheng Jiali was in a dilemma, feeling a little embarrassed. He took two steps back and looked at Ji Fanling: "Then I'll go over first. Everyone is waiting for me. Will the birthday girl come with me?"
Ji Fanling looked at expressionlessly. Looking at him.
Cheng Jiali forced a smile: "Then I'll leave first."
*
After Cheng Jiali left, the room became eerily quiet.
The band outside ushered in a new climax with a burst of rapid drumbeats. Amidst the screams one after another, the air in the room seemed to solidify.
Ji Fanling had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the person behind him took a few steps, and the sound of leather shoes approached slowly.
The man had a superior voice and said softly and slowly: "Treat me as a tool?"
Ji Fanling sighed: "...No."
"Don't you know?" Fu Yingcheng casually found a seat nearby and sat down. He leaned back and stared into her eyes, meaning something.
"I don't like acting fake the most."
Ji Fanling looked at his face carefully.
She just pointed at Fu Yingcheng on a whim, just to send Cheng Jiali away. Otherwise, he would not give up and hang out in front of her every day. It was really disgusting.
Some men are like this. They cannot understand women's rejection, but can only understand the possession of the same sex.
However, her decision was too sudden and she forgot to consider Fu Yingcheng's feelings.
Someone as arrogant as him was taken advantage of by her.
Definitely, very unhappy.
"Really?" Ji Fanling pinched his knuckles and said slowly: "Don't worry, it won't happen next time." "
No?"
The girl thought for a while: "Then, you want me to give you something now? Did he call to explain? "
It turns out there is a phone number.
Fu Yingcheng's eyes darkened.
Ji Fanling saw that he was sullen and silent, so he changed his words and said, "If Cheng Jiali comes back, I will replace the role with someone else and not you."
Fu Yingcheng's eyes were so cold that they were almost frozen.
Ji Fanling clicked his tongue: "Besides, to be honest, we look nothing alike..."
"Okay."
Fu Yingcheng suddenly interrupted her and said coldly, as if he couldn't bear it anymore . , "It's the same thing. After talking so much, drink some water."
Ji Fanling: "..." Isn't this explaining to you?
After playing Xiaoxiao Le all night, she was indeed a little thirsty.
Ji Fanling went to get a cup, poured himself a glass of water, raised his head, and drank a cup in one breath.
The room was extremely quiet for a while.
There was only the sound of gurgling drinking water.
Ji Fanling raised her eyelashes and quietly looked at Fu Yingcheng through the glass on the cup wall.
Cheng Jiali suddenly recognized her today, probably because he learned her name from Boss Zhao.
otherwise.
People's memories tend to fade. The impression left by someone you haven't seen for ten years will not be so clear, but will only be a vague silhouette that makes people feel unreasonably similar.
But at that time.
That rainy intersection.
Across the street, the man lifted the edge of his umbrella and glanced at her unintentionally from under the umbrella.
Just one glance.
He seemed to recognize her immediately.
...
Ji Fanling finished drinking the water, put down the cup, and called out: "Fu Yingcheng."
The man looked up.
"How did you recognize me then?" Ji Fanling asked.
"You haven't changed." Fu Yingcheng said calmly.
"But it's been a long time."
The man looked at her, his face illuminated by the light above his head. After a while, he smiled softly: "As time goes by, I forget that it was someone else."
Ji Fanling: "..."
" "My brain," Fu Yingcheng leaned back and said thoughtfully, "it's not such a waste.
"
You are awesome and you have a photographic memory.
Ji Fanling made a sound, but the corners of his lips curled up, feeling a little indescribably happy.
Fu Yingcheng lowered his eyes and fiddled with his phone carelessly: "So, why isn't today your birthday?"
"It says today on the ID card," Ji Fanling said, "But I have only celebrated the lunar calendar since I was a child. "
Fu Yingcheng hummed as if he didn't care, and his fingertips slid as if he were searching for something.
"It's long gone," Ji Fanling glanced from a distance and saw the calendar displayed on the screen of his mobile phone, "Last month. December 23rd of the lunar calendar."
When she said this, Fu Yingcheng also turned to the page. February 11, 1996: "Little year?"
Ji Fanling lowered his eyes and said "hmm".
Fu Yingcheng put down his cell phone: "How did you celebrate?"
"No." Ji Fanling turned towards the cupboard and said in a funny way, "Who celebrates birthday every year, and she's not a princess."
"..."
Hers The attitude was so natural that Fu Yingcheng was speechless for a moment and just looked at her with a heavy gaze.
Ji Fanling didn't notice his emotions, bent down, took a cup from the cupboard, poured Fu Yingcheng a glass of lemonade, thought about it, and took out two handfuls of free mints and melon seeds. .
She took lemonade and food, walked to the table, sat down, and ate melon seeds while asking, "Why are you here?"
"Driving by, I heard ghosts crying and howling here,"
Fu Yingcheng's voice was cold and mean, "...I thought he was dead."
Ji Fanling bit the melon seed shell, laughed loudly, and pushed the water glass in the direction of Fu Yingcheng.