章節 18: I’m A Sentimental Person
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"Seriously! Is he coming or not?"
"Who knows? Maybe we just got stood up…"
"Shit! It seems like the case… This feels so bad, man! I could've just went back and enjoy some cold air…" Fatty Wei sighed as he raised his head and stared at the sky.
"Let's just wait for a little longer… A Yuan, do you have any cigarettes left?"
"Yes. Want one?"
"I'm just asking… I don't smoke that much anyway…" Li Qing laughed wryly.
"Drop your act! Here, have one," Lu Yuan scolded as he rolled his eyes.
"There's no way I can decline such a humble offer… I'll have one then," Li Qing smiled as his hand was already reaching for the cigarette.
"Seriously, if you want one, just say so. Why act?" Fatty Wei scolded. "A Yuan, give me one too."
"Here."
"Aren't you going to smoke?"
The sun was setting down as the night began to fall.
"You know, I suddenly think that the beautiful scenery in front of us is better than those cigarettes… Maybe I should quit smoking…"
Lu Yuan stared at the horizon quietly, his eyes giving out a deep and mysterious vibe.
He became more serious.
Just Lu Yuan's tone and expression were enough to stun both Li Qing and Fatty Wei.
Did he hit his head or something? Or was he possessed by some unknown entity?
"Seriously! Is my warning a joke to you guys? Stop smoking!"
Wang Jinxue's angry voice sounded from the side as Li Qing and Fatty Wei were looking down on Lu Yuan.
Wang Jinxue has just gotten out of the building. She snatched the cigarettes out of Li Qing and Fatty Wei's hands and threw them away.
Li Qing and Fatty Wei's body trembled as they got scold by Wang Jinxue again.
They then looked at the cigarettes that were on the floor and then at Lu Yuan, who was standing a few feet away from them.
They finally understood why Lu Yuan stopped smoking.
Not because he had found his conscious.
But because he knew that he couldn't win against Wang Jinxue.
Lu Yuan knew that lighting up a cigarette in front of her was a waste of good stuff.
That was why he stopped smoking.
At that moment, both Li Qing and Fatty Wei wanted to punch Lu Yuan in his face.
To hell with your "maybe I should just quit" shit! You just can't smoke, that's all!
An ending must come to all long waits.
Just as the clock struck six and the sun was almost setting into the horizon, Fatty Wei was ready to give up when they heard a honk.
Is he here?
All four people raised their heads and noticed a Jeep Wrangler driving towards them.
The expectation resulted in disappointment.
"That's not Lu Yihong's car. He's the type that drives a Lamborghini."
"Right… I remember he has a green Lamborghini 711…"
"Looks like he's not going to show up today…"
"Yeah…"
Yet, the Wrangler stopped in front of them.
The door opened, and a middle-aged man stepped out from the Jeep. As soon as he touched group, a gust of wind slightly blew his coat up.
He swiped his hair back, and a few strands of white hair could be seen.
With how the man wore the coat and how his every moment resembled a walking male hormone, that person was definitely Lu Yihong.
Li Qing and Fatty Wei have both of their jaws dropped once again.
In their heads, Lu Yihong always maintained a teenage-style, not the middle-aged man they were staring at. It was as if the man in front of them was another person.
They couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Lu Yihong in the past year.
"Are you Lu Yuan?"
"Yes. And you must be Lu Yihong, am I right?"
"Yes."
"Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too. It's my pleasure."
Lu Yihong gave Lu Yuan a greeting hug. It was such a strong hug that people would've mistaken them as a couple.
Shocked by Lu Yihong's action, Lu Yuan has no idea what to do.
Before meeting Lu Yihong, Lu Yuan pictured him as the same cold person that Wang Jinxue was.
Lu Yuan thought that Lu Yihong would be the type of person that thought he stood above everybody else.
But in reality…
Lu Yuan has no idea where to start.
Is he gay?
Lu Yuan finally felt Fatty Wei has felt when Lu Yuan wouldn't let his hand go.
Lu Yihong was staring at Lu Yuan affectionately, and Lu Yuan could tell something was off.
…
Lu Yihong has read through the script beforehand, which saved Lu Yuan and his companions the time to wait for him to finish it.
All that was left was the discussion on the script.
Since it was Fatty Wei's first time sitting that close to Lu Yihong, his heart was pounding so hard that even he could hear it himself.
Fatty Wei was so anxious that he has no idea how to join the conversation.
As for Li Qing, he had the experience of dealing with top-tier actors from his job. That was why he wasn't as nervous as Fatty Wei was since he was used to it.
Wang Jinxue just sat quietly next to Lu Yuan. It made her looked like she was Lu Yuan's quiet and elegant girlfriend.
Wang Jinxue knew who Lu Yihong was, but she found no interest in making idle talks with him.
Those were the current situation of those three people with Lu Yuan.
Lu Yihong wasn't acquainted with Wang Jinxue, all he knew about her was that she was the sponsor for the film.
But since it wasn't a large sum of money that was invested by Wang Jinxue, Lu Yihong wasn't interested in her no matter how pretty she was.
Rather than Wang Jinxue, Lu Yihong was more interested in the guy who was sitting across him. From what Lu Yihong could tell, Lu Yuan seemed calm but was trying to hide from something.
That was why Lu Yihong kept staring at Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan was also looking at Lu Yihong. The more he looked, the more he felt chills sending down his spine.
To Lu Yuan, it felt as if Lu Yihong's stare was filled with sexual affection.
"How about a cigarette?" Lu Yuan asked.
"No, thank you. I don't smoke," Lu Yihong shook his head.
"Really?"
"Yes. I've never smoked one before."
"What if the film requires you to smoke?"
"Then, I'll try."
"Good."
Since staring at each other was very awkward, Lu Yuan stuck up a conversation.
Yet, Lu Yuan's way of starting a conversation was very direct. It always started with a cigarette.
But since Lu Yihong did not smoke, Lu Yuan did not force him to.
To Lu Yuan, offering a cigarette was his way of beginning a conversation.
"So, tell us your thoughts on the script," Lu Yuan said.
Since Lu Yihong wasn't going to smoke, Lu Yuan refrained from smoking too. All Lu Yuan could offer after that was a cup of tea.
As the aroma of the tea surrounded the room, the people inside it were reminded of the fresh nature.
It was a wonderful aroma.
At least there wasn't any mold in it.
It was a good start.
"I've heard your song this morning," Lu Yihong let out a mysterious smile.
He didn't talk about the script, nor did he continued with Lu Yuan's conversation.
Instead, he brought up another topic.
"Oh?"
"Is the song completed?"
"Yes."
"Can I have the pleasure of hearing the full version then?"
"Is that your wish?"
"Yes, it is."
"Tell me your reason then," Lu Yuan said as he stared at Lu Yihong curiously.
"10 years ago, I wanted to become a singer. I even lived under a bridge, dreaming of singing with my guitar in front of cameras…"
"But, you're famous now."
"Yes, but not as a singer but as an actor. I don't have a good voice nor the talent to sing."
"Aren't there a lot of inspiring songs out there too?"
"Yes, but none of them made me drove down the wrong street before."
"So, that's why you were late?"
"Yes. I downloaded the video and played it while I drove. I vibed with it so much that I didn't notice I was going in the wrong direction."
"I thought you have a manager? You could've let her drive."
"Nah. She's too noisy. I don't want to bring her with me."
"I see…"
"I'm a sentimental person I do say so myself. I can feel the story that you're trying to tell through your song, your voice, and even your script. I know that there's a story behind every talented person. That's why I can say that you and I, we are the same."
Lu Yihong's stare was deep with meaning yet filled with mysteries. His voice was rhythmic and ambiguous, with a hint of yearning for something.
"…" Lu Yuan was at a loss for words. Lu Yihong's praise was so embarrassing that Lu Yuan wanted to find a hole and hide in it.
Aren't we supposed to talk about the script? Why are we sentimental now?
Not only Lu Yuan did not feel pleasured by Lu Yihong's compliment, but it made the chill down his spine more intense.
The truth was that Lu Yuan wasn't a talented person nor a sentimental one. He was just a rude guy from nowhere wanting to get rich.
Every human alive has a sense of shame.
And Lu Yuan was totally embarrassed by his action.
"I want to become the first to listen to the whole thing. I have a feeling that I will love it."
"I have a guitar in my car," Wang Jinxue said and stood up. She went to the Lamborghini and got her guitar for Lu Yuan just like last time.
Lu Yuan took the guitar over and looked at Lu Yihong, who was waiting with expectations.
Lu Yuan slowly closed his eyes.
As for Li Qing and Fatty Wei, they both have their mouths wide open.
The course of events was completely out of their expectations.
They met with an award-winning actor that did not act like one.
And said-actor has become Lu Yuan's fan.
Both of them began to wonder if they were actually in a dream.
"I can sing the whole thing, but I'm going to make a statement first."
"What's that?"
"I'm a guy, and I only like girls!"
"?"
"I'm not gay," Lu Yuan said with a serious tone as if he was making a vow to God.
"I… I'm not gay either!" Lu Yihong blurted. He did not understand why it has anything to do with the song.
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