Mr. Qin is always serious

Qin Jingshen's assistant is Qi Ya.

Strong working ability, high efficiency, vigorous and resolute in doing things, and can not be afraid of Mr. Qin's cold face and low pressure. Over the years, he has saved many poor little children who were shrouded in air-conditioning in the water and fire countless times.

He is known as the director of Jianghu rescue department.

But Qi Ya felt a bit cold behind his back today.

It's not because Mr. Qin is in a bad mood, but because he noticed that when Mr. Qin came back just now, he actually packed a portion of Wuweizhai's lo mei.

Mr. Qin likes to have a light taste, so it is very confusing to whom to pack this lo mei.

Qi Ya thought, it can't be for me.

Probably because his eyes were too enthusiastic, Qin Jingshen put down the document and glanced at him: "What's the matter?"

Qi Ya quickly shook his head: "No, no."

Having said that, but still involuntarily glanced at the packing box, Qin Jingshen saw it, and said lightly: "If you want to eat, go buy it. I remember that the company doesn't seem to have defaulted on your salary."

No, no.

This is much more terrifying than arrears of wages.

Qi Ya stared at it silently for a while, but in the end he couldn't restrain his curiosity, and asked, "Sir, who did you pack this lo mei for?"

Qin Jingshen looked down at the document, and didn't lift his head when he heard the words: "Here's a very cute little thing."

Very cute, little thing.

Qi Ya felt that these words were simply pampering.

He remembered the pet supplies that Mr. Qin asked him to give last time, and suddenly had a bold idea.

——Mr. Qin is probably in love.

Qi Ya speculated silently in his heart.

Mr. Qin is not a character who likes to keep pets, so that little ball of hair should be given by someone else.

This lo mei is definitely not for puppies, after all, small animals will lose their hair if they eat it.

Then there is only one possibility left.

——Mr. Qin has a date. This person likes pets and eats braised meat, and he should already live with Mr. Qin.

Qi Ya felt that this wave of reasoning could give full marks.

He couldn't help but glanced at Qin Jingshen again, sighing in his heart, raising pets in the cohabitation and packing lo-mei, as well as cute little things, it's amazing.

I used to slander you for having a character like yours, but I didn't expect it to be quite romantic.

I misunderstood you, sorry and sorry.

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Here, Mr. Qin was given a story by his assistant because of a packaged lo-mei.On the other side, Wen Lang went out with the guitar given by Fu Tong on his back, and hurried to the set.

As soon as I entered, I saw a little hamster running towards me with a mobile phone: "Brother Lang, Brother Song is on the phone."

Wen Lang took it over, and as soon as he connected, he heard Song Li's roar: "Trouble! Trouble! You're messing with me again! What's going on on Weibo? You can't tell me in advance if you want to sing Is it? Ah?!"

Wen Lang put the phone far away: "You may not believe me when I say it, but I just found out about Weibo myself just now."

Song Li: "..."

Song Li took a deep breath: "What's going on?"

Wen Lang told him about Fu Tong's coquettish operation.

Song Li only felt a pain in his head when he heard this: "Forget it, you big brothers, you are self-willed and reasonable. I think taking a big monster like you is simply making life difficult for me. It's okay to be bald, and it will shorten your life."

Wen Lang felt that what he said made sense, and suggested to Song Li in a very sincere tone: "Why don't you go and contact Fu Tong's manager? I think he can understand your feelings very well now."

Why did you contact me and cry?

Or is it more tossing than a boss?

Song Li didn't know what to say for a while, and was silently brewing there.

Hearing the silence from his side, Wen Lang thought it was silently announcing the end, so he threw the phone into Shu He's arms and went to the dressing room to put on makeup.

Song Li, who had just brewed up his vocabulary and was about to babble: "..."

The little hamster stood beside him with his mobile phone in his arms, and politely sympathized with him in his heart for three seconds.

Wen Lang spent half an hour putting on makeup and changing clothes, then opened the script and went through it again.

What he is going to shoot today is a solo scene.

Huo Zheng took Zhou Xiaowei to Shaoyang City, where they found the old housekeeper of Huo's house. The old man watched them cry, and finally told the story of the past many years ago.

In this story, there are nostalgia and regret.

But Huo Zheng knew that he was lying.

The old man couldn't bear it, so he chose to completely hide the truth 12 years ago, but he didn't know that Huo Zheng was actually there back then, in the corner where hibiscus flowers were planted, and he saw everything with his own eyes.

He stood there silently listening to the old man.

In the end, Zhou Xiao broke down in tears, but he still heard what the old butler had deliberately concealed, and asked about the details hidden in the depths without hesitation.

12 years ago, the fire, ever.

It was at this moment that Huo Zheng erupted.

He closed his eyes, suddenly didn't want to continue listening to anything, turned and walked out.

Outside was the bustling street, the excitement seemed endless, he stood there alone, and saw many people walking past him with smiles on their faces, carefree.

For the first time in his life, Huo Zheng felt lonely and unwilling.

This scene only lasts less than 3 minutes, but it is a very important point in "Mountain and River on Earth". It can be said that its function is to connect the past and the future, and it determines whether the story can be told under certain emotions.

Chen Jia looked up: "Are you ready?"

Wen Lang finally brewed his emotions again, and nodded after hearing the words: "It's almost there."

Chen Jia waved: "Start!"

Because I was too nervous, I even forgot the foreign words.

The people around started to walk back and forth, the places in sight were very prosperous, but the place where Huo Zheng was standing seemed to be forgotten, even more deserted than the darkest corner.

It's not the place that's deserted, it's his people.

Standing in the crowd, Wen Lang slowly integrated Huo Zheng's emotions into his heart.

He missed Huo Zheng's first 12 years.

Thousands of pets, carefree.

I also think about Huo Zheng's last 12 years.

Walk on thin ice and carry a heavy load.

12 years ago, I wore a white shirt to make the cat laugh, folded flowers and gave it to the young master of Xiaoqingmei next door.

Twelve years later, Huo Dashao, who stood there silently and ignored his life and death, was wearing a military uniform with cold eyebrows and eyes.

They appeared on Wen Lang's heart, and gradually overlapped together.

Wen Lang finally raised his eyes.

Chen Jia watched from behind the camera, and the moment his gaze touched his eyes, his heart jumped.

What kind of look was that?

It didn't have the cover-up that seemed to be covered in a layer of fog before. It was very magnanimous, without any forbearance, and completely showed itself in front of everyone.

You think you can see through it at a glance, but when you really get close and want to spy, you find that the end of the frankness is an even more unspeakable contradiction.

Innocence is Huo Zheng, sophistication is Huo Zheng.

Enthusiasm is Huo Zheng, and indifference is also Huo Zheng.

……

In that glance, Chen Jia seemed to glimpse Huo Zheng's life.

Chen Jia was stunned, and unconsciously looked away from the camera, looking at Wen Lang behind.

He stood there with a faint look in his eyes.

Chen Jia involuntarily held her breath, quietly waiting for Wen Lang's next level, and not long after, she finally saw him move.

Huo Zheng turned around and walked back step by step along the road he walked when he came out.

When he entered the house, there was a sudden wind around him, and the door of the house slowly closed behind him.

Huo Zheng didn't stop, and continued to walk forward, but when there was only a gap left in the door, he stopped suddenly, turned his head and glanced at the bustle and bustle outside the door.

The door was completely closed at this moment.

Lively is the liveliness of others.

And Huo Zheng, after all, can only be the lonely Huo Zheng.

There was silence all around.

It wasn't until the assistant director reminded Chen Jia that he woke up like a dream, and didn't even watch the replay: "Pass it!"

Wen Lang walked down, and Shu He ran over happily holding his thermos: "Brother Lang, you are awesome! That look just now made me almost cry!"

Shu Xiaohe, a star-chaser hamster, is also working very hard to praise his idol today.

Wen Lang felt that this little fanboy of his was very discerning, at least better than Chen Jia not at 01:30.

I like Yai Zi, but it's too heavy.

Wen Lang took a sip of wolfberry water and narrowed his eyes.

Shu He leaned over: "But Brother Lang, did you find something strange about this show?"

"What's weird?"

"I always feel that the protagonist in this play is neither you nor Sister Yun Ya, but the hibiscus flower."

"Ok?"

"You can see that it has so many shots, and it's the same in Memories, and it's caught off guard."

Wen Lang: "..."

Sure enough, culture is different, and the angle of observing things is so different.

The little hamster next to him was still waiting for his answer, his cheeks puffed up unconsciously.Wen Lang took a look and felt that the kid was quite cute, so he raised his hand and stroked his upturned hair.

Little hamster:! ! !

Shu He couldn't help but widen his eyes.

who am I? where am I?

It was not my illusion just now!

My idol patted my head and killed me!

Touch the head to kill!

The little hamster froze on the spot stupidly, and it took a while to react slowly, holding his face and laughing.

Hey hey hey hey got touched.

I really want to run a few laps in the roller.

The author has something to say: Little hamster: Hey hey hey hey hey touch his head to kill ヾ(●??｀●)?～

Mr. Qin: Watch.

……

You are so bad!They actually want to see our majesty fall off the horse!

It's so exciting to think about it, hahaha, cough.

Also, I think your class of readers is simply the worst class I have ever led!Every day, I only talk about the cute little hamster and cute Balabala!But me!I am such a cute and aggressive person!Can't you see? !

I'm so angry!

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