I just want to copy books quietly

As he spoke, he returned to the laptop, "Sit down by yourself for a while, and I'll finish writing this paragraph."

Xu Qingya looked around, the uncle's personal habits were not bad, although the room was not particularly tidy, but at least he didn't throw away his clothes and socks, and there was no paper scraps on the ground, and the bedding was stacked squarely on the bedside.

She wanted to help clean it up, but when she looked, she found that there was nothing to clean up.

So she leaned behind Du Caige, stretched her neck and looked.

"[What's going on?] Ye Xiu looked around in a daze, and found that although the lights on the first floor were not turned on, there were quite a lot of people, and quite a few people were even crowded in the aisle."

"On the wall in the south, a 200-inch projection screen is hung high, with light and shadow floating, a video is playing, and the sound echoes throughout the Internet cafe. Everyone is very quiet..."

It's very graphic, and the text seems to be more delicate than the previous "Romance of the Dragon and Snake", Xu Qingya thought to herself.

Without disturbing the uncle's creation, Xu Qingya sat on the bedside, waiting for him to finish writing.

After a while, she felt tired, so she took off her shoes, put her feet on the bed, and sat curled up, forcibly resisting the drowsiness.

She just wanted to say a few words to the uncle after he finished writing.

The uncle is also in a state of desperation during this time, and the matter of Wang Dongni must also make him very sad.

You have to comfort him, and ask him to maintain his best condition and make the movie well.

But... why so sleepy...

Chapter 447 Uncle's Breath Is Too Hot

When Xu Qingya woke up, her surroundings were pitch black.

She sat up in a daze, trying to get out of bed and go to the bathroom.

But wait... something doesn't seem right?

With the faint light, she saw a black figure sitting on the sofa next to him, leaning on the back of the chair, tilting his head, and snoring slightly.

Xu Qingya's heart almost stopped in fright.She felt that the blood in her whole body was coagulated, and she even felt that if she looked in the mirror at this time, she would definitely see her hair standing on end.

A scream reached his throat.

But wait, it seems, this is the uncle?

Why is uncle in my room?

No, no... Xu Qingya finally regained her senses.

It seems... not my room?

This is uncle's room...

The memory came back little by little.

It seems that last night I wanted to wait for the uncle to finish his work before saying a few words.

The result can be too sleepy...

She looked down at herself.

The coat was taken off, I don't know if I took it off by myself or the uncle helped.

But the clothes inside didn't move.

Xu Qingya still believed in the uncle's character, without any doubt at all.

A vagabond like uncle doesn't bother to do sneaky things to a sleeping girl.

Because from his experience, he doesn't believe that there are girls who he can't use normal means to get, and he doesn't even think about using crooked ways.

Although Xu Qingya really wanted to lie down and continue to sleep, but since she had already woken up, she couldn't stay shamelessly.

So she tiptoed out of bed, put on her coat quietly, and went to the bathroom to relieve the pressure.

The clear voice in the night made her blush a little.

Then he walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, but hesitated again.

After standing for a few seconds, she quietly walked in and came to the uncle.

She opened the curtains slightly, and a little bit of starlight came in. Although the light was still very dim, because her eyes had adapted to the darkness, she could see the uncle's face and facial features clearly.

The uncle frowned slightly, not knowing what bothering things happened in his dream.

She leaned down slowly and approached quietly.

That handsome face with vicissitudes written on every road is close at hand.

She could hear the uncle's breathing and feel the heat hitting her tender face.

What am I doing!Xu Qingya suddenly raised her head, feeling a little fever on her face.

It's all because the uncle's breathing is too hot.

Xu Qingya stared quietly.

I don't remember where I saw it. It is said that the most real time for a person is when he is asleep.

Removed all defenses, took off the mask of camouflage.

A big man with a ferocious face may have an unexpectedly soft heart. When he is asleep, he will look very cute and his face will become soft.

A glamorous person may be full of jealousy and ugliness? Grinding his teeth unconsciously while sleeping? His face is distorted.

If this claim is true.

Then the uncle is a kind and gentle person, but also very tangled and preoccupied.

She could see God.

When she woke up? I don't know when? Her little hand had already touched the uncle's cheek.

In his sleep, the uncle moved uncomfortably? He murmured vaguely, and he didn't know what he said.

Xu Qingya didn't move. After a while, the uncle became quiet again.She put her hand on the uncle's cheek and stroked it gently.

……

When Du Caige woke up in the morning, he found a blanket covering his body.

Obviously not a hotel blanket.

And Xu Qingya has disappeared forever.

Du Caige was not surprised by this. A girl with a thin skin would definitely feel embarrassed when she woke up and found herself sleeping in a man's room.

He originally wanted to wake Xu Qingya up last night and let her go back to sleep.

But considering that she has actually been working very hard recently, learning this and that, so I didn't have the heart to wake her up after all.

After washing up, he checked his phone? He found several messages.

Among them, Fan Yuhong sent him: Call me back as soon as possible.

It was sent before 7 o'clock in the morning.

Du Caige immediately called Brother Fan.

After connecting, he asked, "Brother? What's the matter."

"I'm just telling you, don't talk nonsense."

Du Caige was surprised: "What did you say?"

It was Fan Yuhong's turn to be surprised: "Did you not watch the Golden Melody Awards last night?"

"Didn't watch it?" Du Caige immediately guessed something, "Is it because I didn't win the prize?"

Fan Yuhong said in a deep voice: "It's not that I didn't win the award? The best original soundtrack was given to your "Those Years". But the best lyricist? The best composer? share."

Du Caige pouted: "Understood. It doesn't matter, I won't talk nonsense."

"I got the news. I'm afraid there will be many reporters looking for you today. Please pay attention to yourself."

"kindness."

"To be honest," Fan Yuhong was still worried, "You really don't know how to win the Golden Melody Awards?"

Du Caige smiled: "I hate what they do, I don't care at all."

After chatting for a while, Du Caige hung up the phone.Time is precious and should not be wasted.

He used ll to send a message to Wang Dongni, but after waiting for 2 minutes and seeing no reply from Wang Dongni, he sent another message to Chen Fan, asking "Is Wang Dongni feeling better?"

Chen Fan came back quickly. "She's not well today. Don't come over in a hurry, her parents will call you."

Du Caige pondered for a while, gave up thinking, and replied: "Okay."

He is really too busy right now.

Peng Sizhang and Jiang Youxi didn't have a lot of time, so they had to finish filming their scenes as soon as possible.

And there are a few shots of them that have to wait until Duan Xiaochen comes back.

So it is very important to make a reasonable shooting plan.

It is also important to complete the daily schedule on time.

There is also "Full-time Master", which cannot be delayed, and must cooperate with the layout of WeChat.

This is not just a matter of earning more or less, but it is also related to the jobs of countless people, which cannot be ignored.

When we arrived at the studio, we quickly made preparations and were ready to start work.

Du Caige and Xu Qingya met their eyes a few times, seeing that the little girl looked the same, talking and laughing, so she stopped worrying.

At this time, it is still in the preparatory stage, prop artists and makeup artists are showing their talents, and reporters have already arrived one after another.

Fortunately, the field managers were astute and didn't let anyone in, otherwise it would be a mess.

After waiting for a while, there were more and more reporters, and it was not an option to continue like this.

Du Caige called Liu Zifei over, discussed a few words, and then called Fan Yuhong to communicate.

In the end, he decided to accept the interview himself so that today's shooting would not be affected.

Surrounded by the staff, Du Caige walked out.

Immediately, dozens of microphones stretched out towards Du Caige, black, thick and long, as if they were going to stab him in the mouth.

This reminded Du Caige of the art-of-life films he had watched on Earth before, and his complexion immediately turned ugly.

Fortunately, Du Caige had the foresight to bring some staff over to protect him tightly.

"Please don't crowd and pay attention to order. If you can't do it, then I will turn around and leave." He shouted.

Several staff members began to maintain order and told reporters not to push and crowd.

Soon the commotion subsided.

Du Caige said again: "I know it's not easy for everyone to come here. If I don't accept the interview, it will be difficult for you to do business. But, this is a studio after all, and we burn money every minute and every second here."

Pausing for a moment, after scanning everyone, Du Caige said: "So how about this, I will randomly select a few reporter friends, answer each of you a question, and then everyone will disperse, okay?"

This is also a very common technique, and the reporters have no objection.

Hemingway is not a big star, and there is no value in taking sneak shots. As long as they ask the right questions clearly, they don't bother to stay here.

"Ladies first, this beauty in a plaid skirt," Du Caige pointed to a 30-year-old female reporter, who was holding a microphone labeled LL Portal, "Ask your question."

The female reporter probably didn't expect that she was so lucky to be selected first.She is not the kind who is very beautiful and conspicuous. When encountering similar occasions, the interviewees often turn a blind eye to her.

After being stunned for a moment, she asked excitedly: "Mr. Hemingway, at yesterday's Golden Melody Awards ceremony, only one unimportant award was awarded to you. What do you think about this? What do you want to say to the Golden Melody Awards Organizing Committee?" Did you say that? Do you think it would be different if you were at an award show?"

"This is the 'Golden Melody Award', not the 'Hemingway Award'. It's normal not to award it to me. I never said that I want to win an important award from the Golden Melody Award, right? Next," Du Caige directly ignored her. Question, "That reporter friend in the white shirt."

The male reporter who was pointed out asked calmly: "Mr. Hemingway, many people think that you should at least win the 'Best Lyricist Award' and 'Best Composer Award', and think that you are better than Yu Fei who won these two awards. Teacher and Teacher Hu Pei are more qualified to win these two awards. What do you think?"

Mu De, these reporters are more ruthless than each other. Do they want me to offend Yu Fei and Hu Pei?To make neutral fans hate me by the way?Think I'm an idiot?

Du Caige didn't show any abnormality on his face, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yu Fei and Mr. Hu Pei are both very good musicians, and I like their works very much."

"Here, perhaps only the protagonist's victory is the real justice. But this is life, and I'm not the protagonist. It's normal to win or lose. Next!"

A third reporter asked: "Some people think that the reason why you didn't win the award has a lot to do with your not being there. It is said that the members of the awards committee said in private that important awards will not be awarded to people who were not present. So will you go to the Golden Melody Awards next year?"

Du Caige shrugged, "It depends on the situation. Go for fun if you have time, and don't go if you don't have time. I have no interest in the Golden Melody Award, and I don't have any particular resistance. Give it to me if you like it, and I don't care if you don't want to give it to me. Next!"

The implication is that the Golden Melody Award is not worth my troubles, and I don't care at all.