Lan Qi nodded, suddenly raised his eyes, and looked at Kong Mingyu, "Have you ever thought that maybe there are others beside you who are watching you silently?"

Kong Mingyu's pupils shrank slightly and looked at him in surprise.

Lan Qi's ears were slightly red, and he blinked his eyes uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze.

He coughed twice in embarrassment, "I just... didn't say anything, don't get me wrong."

Kong Mingyu smiled, "Well, I'll just pretend that nothing happened."

They are all grown ups, and this decency should be reserved for the other party.

Kong Mingyu always thought that Lan Qi was just a child, and he wouldn't be enlightened when he was on a variety show. He didn't expect him to treat himself...

Probably realizing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Lan Qi quickly changed the subject, "I'm going to play with the cat, you can drink coffee here slowly."

After returning from the vineyard, it was already night.

The four picked two full boxes of grapes and stuffed the trunk to the brim. After returning to the villa, it was Cosine and Shen Mang's turn to cook dinner. There were fish caught by Shang Zhou in the refrigerator yesterday, so Cosine took two out and prepared to make boiled fish and braised fish.

While preparing the ingredients, He Fengqiao and Shang Zhou also came back. The two harvested a lot and caught a bucket full of fish. He Fengqiao's brows were full of smiles.

This was the last dinner the six of us had together.

The confession ends tomorrow, and the recording of the summer heartbeat will also end. After that, their lives may never meet again.

At the end of the dinner, the atmosphere at the table became a little sad.

I don't know who suggested, go to the yard to watch the stars. So the six of them went to the backyard, sat on the lawn, chatting one after another.

At this time, the director's team came over and sent a letter to each guest, asking them to write the name of the person they want to confess tomorrow on the letter.

"The name of a guest can be written on the letterhead or not. After everyone has finished writing, we will announce the guest who will confess tomorrow. I hope everyone can prepare well in the evening."

Cosine looked at the off-white letterhead in his hand and felt a little troubled for a while.

He hesitated for a long time before the tip of the pen landed on the paper.

Chapter 64

"Okay, it's time, please put your letterhead into the mailbox of the program group."

Cosine folded the letterhead in his hand and threw it into the letterbox in the staff's hand.

He returned to the sofa and waited for the director team to announce the guests who were going to confess tomorrow.

The director took out all the letters in the mailbox, and after reading the names one by one, he showed a satisfied smile.

"In order to retain some mystery, we will not announce the names of the guests who will confess, we will only announce the number of people who will confess. A total of four guests will confess to their favorite people tomorrow. Please have a good evening with these four guests. Get ready, everyone only has ten minutes to confess by phone tomorrow."

"Okay, now all the guests can go back to their rooms. Tomorrow morning, the program team will take each guest to the designated place. As long as the confession is successful, your favorite person will come to you, just wait quietly. already."

"I hope you all have a good dream tonight."

This night, the villa was extraordinarily quiet.

Cosine couldn't fall asleep, so he simply rolled over and sat up, turned on the light by the bedside, and read a professional book for a while.

He just turned several pages, but none of the words in the book entered his mind. He thought of the name he wrote on the letter, and suddenly there was an indescribable anxiety and tension in his chest.

Tomorrow's ten-minute telephone confession, what should he say? If that guy knew that he had written his name, he would probably get carried away with pride.

Cosine rubbed his forehead, thinking of the expression that person might show, the corner of his mouth ticked unconsciously.

Forget it, let him laugh at himself once.

Cosine put the book on the bedside table, turned off the night light, and lay back on the bed.

This time, he had no distractions, and soon fell asleep.

In the morning, Cosine was taken out of the villa by the program team before he could talk to the other people after eating breakfast.

"Mr. Yu, this is the mobile phone you use to confess. The numbers of the other five guests are stored on it. You can call your favorite person."

Cosine nodded, took the new phone handed by his assistant, opened the contact list, and read all five names.

"Can I ask the four guests who want to confess, who are the other three besides me?"

A mysterious smile appeared on the assistant's face, "Mr. Yu, in fact, you should be able to guess if you are so smart."

"I can't guess that well either. Some people may opt out at the last minute for fear of facing that outcome."

The assistant nodded in agreement, "Mr. Yu, what you said makes sense. Once the confession fails, the pain and loss to be endured may be more than the one who does not confess. Then Mr. Yu, are you confident in today's confession? ?"

Cosine smiled, "I can't tell, anyway, let me explain to myself, at least I tried it, it doesn't matter what the result is."

The program group arranged a book bar for Cosine, with a cafe in front and a small library in the back.

This place is exactly what Cosine likes. As soon as he enters the library, he smokes a book, sits on the sofa chair, and reads it intently.

The assistant had to remind him, "Mr. Yu, don't you need to prepare a confession?"

"No, I'll just play on the spot when the time comes."

For the convenience of filming, the confession time of the four guests is divided into time periods. Cosine was the last one and had to wait until the afternoon when it was his turn.

Cosine sat by the window and found a copy of Walden to read.

Just after turning a few pages, his phone rang. His heart jumped, and his eyes fell on the mobile phone on the desktop.

He took a deep breath, closed the book, and picked up the phone.