Living With Your Memories Chapter 4

There are four couples in this program, two same-S3x and two opposite-S3x, one has been married for a long time and the other has just started dating or married. Before the evening, the other couples had arrived. The program team was determined to get high ratings and was willing to spend money. These four couples were all valuable. In addition to Lucas Fang and Oliver Yuan, one was a Hong Kong actress and her wealthy lover, one was a fake fresh meat and flower of the same age as Lucas Fang, and the other was a young couple in their early twenties. They were the youngest members of the group and had not yet made their relationship public. They were on an ambiguous line.

These two groups of old Ps are very influential. Lucas Fang and actress Grace Chen are both very famous, and it took a lot of effort to sign them. The other two groups of new Ps are popular and have their own topics and popularity. The traffic is considerable, and signing them is not cheap.

Each group had to greet each other when they arrived. Lucas Fang and Grace Chen had worked together before and filmed a movie together in the early years, so they were quite familiar with each other. The other two groups were completely unfamiliar to each other, and Oliver Yuan had never even heard of them. The two youngest kids were the most polite and respectful. The people in front of them were all seniors. Although they themselves had strong traffic now, the status gap was not a little bit.

Dinner was arranged at the hotel, and the groups had to sit down and eat together. After all, they had to record a show together later, so they had a meal to get to know each other. Lin Tian was the one who could liven up the atmosphere the most. She had been active in various variety shows for a long time and was very good at grasping the rhythm. The youngest Emily Chi and Max Cheng also had experience and a strong sense of variety. Grace Chen and her husband were from Hong Kong, they were not restrained and were very open. Only Lucas Fang and Oliver Yuan were quiet here. They didn't speak very much on their own initiative, and sometimes they couldn't even keep up with other people's thoughts and didn't know what they wanted to say.

Oliver Yuan kept his head down while eating, and Lucas Fang would add more food and soup to his plate from time to time.

"Teacher Yuan, don't just keep eating. Come chat with us. Haha, Teacher Yuan is so honest!" The topic suddenly fell on him. Oliver Yuan looked up at Lin Tian,   who was smiling at him. Oliver Yuan smiled at everyone and said, "Okay, let's chat."

His serious answer made everyone at the table laugh again. The emotions in variety shows are always exaggerated.

"Let him eat. When Mr. Yuan is hungry, he eats in a hurry. He can't help but feel hungry." Lucas Fang sat next to him and added another spoonful of soup to his hand. He smiled and said to the others: "He is not very good at chatting. If you let him chat, you will be in a cold mood."

Oliver Yuan glanced at him, smiled and nodded: "Well, my friends usually don't include me in their chats because they think I'm annoying."

There is usually no news about these two people, they are all about their work. Oliver Yuan used to post on Weibo frequently in the early years, but he rarely posts in recent years. They are somewhat mysterious to the outside world. Two low-key figures finally appeared in the public eye together. The program team had already leaked the news that they would be on the show, and the audience's appetite had been whetted.

Lin Tian narrowed her eyes and smiled and asked: "How do you usually chat at home? It seems that both brothers don't talk much. Don't you feel bored at home?"

Oliver Yuan was thinking who is your brother, you are one year older than me, he joked: "We don't talk, we just communicate with each other through eye contact, our family is silent."

There was another burst of laughter at the table.

Lucas Fang took over the conversation and took the initiative to chat with others. He put an arm on Oliver Yuan's back, asked him to continue eating, and then took it away. Oliver Yuan glanced at him and thought that since he was no longer needed, he could just lower his head and continue eating. Oliver Yuan felt that his irritability was about to reach the limit. He really didn't like this kind of occasion. The noise was giving him a headache. The smiles on everyone's faces were probably fake and too tiring. Lucas Fang knew him so well, of course he knew that Oliver Yuan's patience was running out.

Oliver Yuan put down his chopsticks after finishing his meal and wiped his mouth in silence. Lucas Fang was chatting with someone else and turned to ask him, "Are you full?"

"Yeah." Oliver Yuan nodded, "I see you haven't eaten much."

Lucas Fang whispered, "If you feel uncomfortable, go up and rest. Don't worry about these things."

Oliver Yuan shook his head: "It's okay."

After the meal, we went back to our rooms. There were no other plans. The photographer had to continue shooting, taking pictures of daily life. As soon as Oliver Yuan entered the room, he fell on the bed, closed his eyes and said, "I'm tired."

Lucas Fang turned up the temperature in the room a little, walked over and patted Oliver Yuan's leg: "Go take a shower first."

Oliver Yuan opened her eyes and looked at him. Their eyes met. Oliver Yuan didn't say anything, just looked at him silently. Then he turned his eyes away and looked at the cameras everywhere. Then he reached out and grabbed a pillow to cover his face. A muffled voice came from under the pillow: "It's still being filmed. I'm embarrassed."

Lucas Fang smiled, and when he smiled, his eyes and eyebrows softened. He stood by the bed, nudged Oliver Yuan who was lying on the bed with his knee, and said with a smile: "Nonsense, I won't even go in to take a picture of you taking a bath, what are you embarrassed about."

"I'm embarrassed anyway, you wash it, I'll wash it later." Oliver Yuan said.

Both his arms were pressed against the pillow, and his voice was almost muffled.

Lucas Fang took away his pillow: "Don't be depressed."

He took the pillow away. Maybe it was because he was suffocated by the pillow and had difficulty breathing. When the pillow was taken away, Oliver Yuan's eyes were red.

Lucas Fang stood there, looking into his eyes. Oliver Yuan didn't look him in the eye. He swung his arms like a spoiled child and turned over to prevent the camera from shooting his face.

After that, he lay there motionless, as if he had fallen asleep. Lucas Fang went in to take a shower, and the photographer walked over to take a close-up shot of Oliver Yuan. Oliver Yuan opened his hands to block it, but didn't open his eyes. He half-lay on the bed with his face pressed against his chest. His voice sounded a bit nasal, and he smiled and begged for mercy: "Brother, stop taking pictures. You've been taking pictures of me all day. Give me a break."

So the camera could only capture the back of his head and one ear.

The first day of filming ended here. When Lucas Fang came out after blow-drying his hair, the photographer packed up his camera and left. Oliver Yuan was still lying there, as if he was asleep.

Lucas Fang walked lightly, walked to the window and stood there looking out. The room was in absolute silence, and even each other's breathing could not be heard. The sea breeze outside was blowing a little hard, making people feel cold.

The vibration of the cell phone suddenly sounded in this room, which seemed a bit abrupt. Oliver Yuan reached out of his pocket to take out the cell phone, answered it, and put it to his ear, still lying there: "Hello?"

"Yeah, here we are. We've been recording for a whole day."

"...Here too."

"It's okay, don't worry."

Oliver Yuan lay there and laughed, the sound was muffled in the bed, but he sounded a little more relaxed. He said with a smile: "When I was 23, you didn't worry about me so much. I'm 33 now, old lady, and a grown man. Please stop worrying about yourself and Professor Yuan, ah."

He chatted a few more words on the phone and then hung up.

The call was answered, and there was no point in pretending. Oliver Yuan let out a long sigh of relief and sat up from the bed. Lucas Fang didn't turn around, and Oliver Yuan didn't call him.

The two of them hadn't been in the same room for a long time. It was so comfortable and warm before, but now it was so awkward and boring. Oliver Yuan hadn't fallen asleep. How could he fall asleep? This wasn't the place for him to sleep. It was just that Lucas Fang's request to take a shower just now was vaguely overlapped with the past. Oliver Yuan didn't know what was wrong with his brain. He suddenly got emotional and couldn't suppress his nasal tears.

Lucas Fang turned around and asked him calmly without any emotion: "Is everything ok at home?"

"Yeah, that's good." Oliver Yuan replied in the same way.

Lucas Fang turned around and stood, while Oliver Yuan sat beside him, leaning his arms on his knees and crossing his hands casually in front of him. Neither of them said anything, and after a while Oliver Yuan asked, "Can we have a cigarette in the house?"

Lucas Fang raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Smoking?"

Oliver Yuan touched his pockets. He didn't have any cigarettes in his pockets during the recording of the show today. He shook his head, laughed and said, "Forget it."

He knew Lucas Fang was staring at him. His eyes were powerful and warm when they fell on people. Oliver Yuan knew Lucas Fang was looking at him even without looking up. He could feel it.

This space was too stuffy, the air seemed to be frozen. Oliver Yuan exhaled, stood up and rubbed his head out of habit. The small scar next to his eyelid was facing the light and was quite obvious. He said to Lucas Fang: "It's late, you should go to bed early, I'll go over and take a shower and go to bed too."

The production team prepared a suite for them, but it only had one bed. Oliver Yuan couldn't possibly live here, he had asked Ji Mia Xiao to book an extra room for him and put all his things there. When he was about to reach the door, Lucas Fang called him: "Oliver Yuan."

Oliver Yuan turned around and said, "Yeah."

Lucas Fang said calmly, "If you find this show annoying, don't record it. Go back and let Leo Geng talk to him."

Oliver Yuan raised an eyebrow and looked at him: "Are you annoyed? It's up to you. If you don't want to record it, just push it off. I'm fine with that."

Lucas Fang frowned and stared at him: "Don't bother with me, I'm asking you."

Oliver Yuan was wearing a casual jacket and black jeans. He put his hands in his pockets and turned around to look at Lucas Fang with a half smile. Lucas Fang was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants after taking a shower. He looked clean and at home. Oliver Yuan also had this set of clothes. Coincidentally, he also brought it with him this time to wear to bed.

Oliver Yuan suddenly laughed, and he turned around to face Lucas Fang. He looked at Lucas Fang's face carefully, then nodded, with a cold smile in his voice: "I'm so annoyed."

Lucas Fang's eyes were filled with a dark color. Before he could speak, Oliver Yuan continued, "...but I still want to record it."

Oliver Yuan took two steps forward and faced Lucas Fang. He grabbed Lucas Fang's T-shirt and said, "Do you think I'm Fcuking crazy?"

Lucas Fang looked at the small scar at the corner of his eye. This scar had been there for many years. It was quite obvious at first, but now it is almost invisible without facing the light. Lucas Fang said, "Just tell me when you don't want to record. Don't force it."

Oliver Yuan hummed and rubbed his fingers together, an unconscious little movement, he just wanted to smoke. Oliver Yuan turned around and walked away, raising his arm.