Ling Han had been well-educated since he was a child, so he didn't have the slightest air of a commoner. His natural air of nobility seemed out of place in this crowded subway car. He didn't care about the crowd behind him, only minding his own business as he held Ye Huanyan in his arms, separating them from the crowd.
Ye Huanyan glanced out of the corner of her eyes. There were already a few girls pretending to look at their phones, but they were actually secretly taking photos.
She felt a little sour in her heart as she quietly raised her head to look at the man whose breath was connected to hers.
Ling Han was ten years older than her. When she first met him, he was just a young man who had just returned from school, a very gentle person.
Many years passed in the blink of an eye. From Ye Huanyan's perspective, the first thing she saw was his chin. He had carefully shaved, and after looking for a long time, she could barely see some green stubble. His skin was very delicate, but it was a healthy wheat color.
His sideburns were dyed with a few strands of gray that didn't match his age, but his facial features were very energetic, especially his pair of eyes. They were fierce and cold, but only a little gentler when he looked at her.
At this moment, he was only focused on blocking the momentum of the crowd for Ye Huanyan, so he didn't have time to pay attention to her gaze. It was as gentle as water, but also filled with emotion.
Suddenly, there was a tightening force around his waist.
A trace of astonishment appeared in Ling Han's eyes. He followed the force and lowered his head to look at the woman in his arms.
He didn't know when, but she was quietly lying on his chest with a pair of hands around his waist. At this moment, her breathing was even and close to his heartbeat.
"What's wrong?" He lowered his head and asked in her ear.
The subway was very loud, so Ye Huanyan couldn't hear clearly, but she could roughly guess what he was asking. She rubbed against his chest and shook her head, quietly lying on his chest.
After one station after another, the number of people in the carriage gradually decreased. However, Ye Huanyan seemed to have fallen asleep. She closed her eyes and leaned on him, looking like she was sleeping peacefully.
There was an empty seat next to her, but Ling Han didn't have the heart to disturb her.
He was probably too tired these days.
Going back to the old house, they had to take the bus to the terminal station. When they arrived at the terminal station, there were almost no people in the bus except for some young people who looked like freshly graduated college students. They rented houses far away and leaned against the seats in the bus to take a nap.
"The train has stopped …"
The pleasant voice of the announcer rang out in the carriage. Ling Han patted Ye Huanyan on the shoulder and said in a low voice.
"We're here."
Only then did Ye Huanyan open her eyes. Her face was full of confusion. "We're here?"
"Yes."
After getting off the subway, Ling Han held her hand and walked toward the exit. Suddenly, a burst of messy footsteps caught up with them.
"Wait, wait …"
Ye Huanyan and Ling Han both turned around.
Two young girls chased after him. They looked to be in their early twenties. One of them fell behind and was desperately rummaging through something in her school bag.
"You are Director Gu Huanyan, right?"
Ling Han and Ye Huanyan exchanged a look and smiled knowingly.
Ye Huanyan nodded graciously. "I am …"
The two girls were wild with joy.
"We just watched 'Remaining Life' yesterday and thought that it was really well done. The script is top-notch, the filming and the actors are top-notch, and we're all your loyal fans. We've also watched your trilogy before, and we really can't find fault with the script, it's a work of conscience …"
"Thank you," Ye Huanyan thanked them politely.
"Then, can you give us an autograph?"
The two girls looked expectant.
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned, then smiled. "Sure."
This was the first time someone had asked her for an autograph.
After getting the autograph, the two girls kept fidgeting with an embarrassed look on their faces.
"Then, screenwriter Gu, can we take a photo with you? Just one, just one, is that okay? "
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned and looked up at Ling Han.
"Go ahead, I'll help you."
It was rare for Ling Han to take the initiative to make such a request.
During the photo shoot, the two girls stood on either side of Ye Huanyan. One of them asked softly, "Screenwriter Gu, the person taking the photo is the legendary Ling Han, right? Your husband? "
The legendary Ling Han. Ye Huanyan couldn't help but laugh at this description.
She thought to herself that she must tell this description to Ling Han later, so she nodded. "Yes, that's my husband."
"Your husband is so handsome. He must be the model for Ling Shuangqing in 'Remaining Life'."
Before Ye Huanyan could reply, the other girl anxiously interrupted.
"Are you stupid? Ling Shuangqing and Guan Ju have a deep grudge against each other. In real life, who would be able to get together with such a deep grudge? That's just a script, don't take it for granted. Screenwriter Gu's husband looks considerate, unlike Ling Shuangqing. He's too cold."
The girl on the left seemed to want to say something, but Ling Han's voice sounded from afar.
"Smile, I'll count to three."
The two girls fell silent. One on the left and one on the right, Ye Huanyan put an arm around their shoulders and laughed.
After the photos were taken, the two girls thanked him. As they walked, they judged the characters in the movie. During the photo shoot, the girl standing on the left obviously liked Ling Shuang's coldness very much, but the girl on the right hated this kind of coldness.
"If my boyfriend was as cold as Ling Shuangqing, I would have broken up with him 800 times already. I would have frozen to death. I still prefer Bai Lan played by Bai Yu. He's a childhood sweetheart, innocent and warm."
"A warm guy is like a central air conditioner, I don't like it."
"What? Our Bai Lan is only warm to Guan Ju."
"Now it's only warm to Chen Yin."
"Hey …"
The two girls walked away with red faces and thick necks, leaving Ye Huanyan and Ling Han behind, side by side, as they slowly walked out of the subway entrance.
The evening wind blew, making them shiver as they walked out of the subway.
Ling Han tied a crimson scarf around Ye Huanyan's neck like a magic trick, then held her hand and put it in his pocket.
"Didn't you not wear down jackets before?"
Ye Huanyan looked at him curiously.
In the past, he always wore a black woolen coat in winter, as if he was naturally not afraid of the cold.
"I like it now, I'm old."
Ling Han smiled.
Because the pockets of down jackets were warmer, you couldn't bear to take your hand back when you put it in.
Ye Huanyan put her hand into his pocket and sniffed, "Did you watch Remaining Life?"
"Yes."
He even booked the entire theater for the company to watch. It was natural for him to support his wife.
"Then which character did you like the most?"
The male lead, Ling Shuangqing, was a man who was cold to the bone. He fell in love with the female lead, Guan Ju, in college. Later, because of their family background, Guan Ju was deeply hurt and had to leave the country with a child. Little did they know that Ling Shuangqing was also carrying a huge psychological burden. He originally planned to let go of the past and start over, but he had already lost the person he loved the most in the sea of people.
The story was not written according to Ye Huanyan, but the character design was inevitably close to Ling Han.
Ling Shuangqing was cold and gentle, and he gave all his gentleness to Guan Ju.
Ye Huanyan thought that Ling Han would like this character, but she didn't expect him to think for a few seconds and say two words in a hoarse voice.
"Bai Lan."
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