Mr. Qin is always serious

Here the little hamster held his face and smirked, while Wen Lang drank some water over there to fix his makeup, and then went over to continue taking pictures.

Sure enough, the pain was almost over once.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Lang finished filming all of today's scenes and called it a day.

He went to the small room next to him to remove his makeup, and just as he sat down, the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.

Click it, it's Fu Tong's message.

It's your Yazi: [Trying to make trouble].jpg

It's your Yazi: I heard that you have finished work, how about you come to my place?Try the first paragraph first.

Spring of His Majesty Taotie: Reject, I have something to do.

It's your Yazi: what's the matter?

The spring of His Majesty Taotie: eat braised meat.

It's your Yazi:...

It's your Yazi: That means I'm not as important as lo-mei with you? !

Wen Lang looked at the exclamation mark in the message box, and smiled very calmly.

The Spring of His Majesty Taotie: What do you think?

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Fu Tong: "..."

Fu Tong saw it and wanted to hit someone.

His Majesty Taotie, who had finished his grievances, was in a very good mood. He didn't look at what Fu Tong said, and put the phone back on silent: "Let's go."

The little hamster nodded and hurriedly followed.

05:30 in the afternoon, home.

At this time, before Qin Jingshen came back, Wen Lang went back to his home first.

Egg Yolk and Ju Baoer had heard his footsteps when he went upstairs, and they were happily guarding by the door, and when Wen Lang came in, they rushed over with trembling ears.

Wen Lang was still carrying Fu Tong's guitar on his back. Fearing that they would bump into him, he hurriedly moved aside. The egg yolk was empty, and he looked at Wen Lang with wet eyes, and his fluffy tail drooped down, like a deep palace. Jealous woman.

The title of Shiba Inu opera master is not for nothing.

Wen Lang touched its ears with his hands down: "Don't make trouble, there will be little jerky in a while."

The egg yolk accurately grasped the key words, and immediately revived on the spot, with its tail dangling.

Wen Lang was so amused by it that he wanted to laugh, touched Ju Bao'er again, and then walked in. Egg Yolk and Ju Bao'er followed behind him like a shadow, tilting his head to look at the acoustic guitar on his body, a little curious about what it was.

Wen Lang put down the guitar and looked back at them: "Do you want to listen to music?"

Although Egg Yolk and Ju Bao'er couldn't understand, it didn't prevent them from responding to Wen Lang, and let out a soft cry.

Wen Lang smiled, and sat down on the carpet very casually. The two little animals didn't make trouble, and squatted quietly beside him, looking very cute.

Wen Lang hugged the guitar and plucked the strings lightly.

He sang the ballad, "Winds of Old Times."

"The Wind of the Old Times" should be regarded as Wen Lang's most familiar song. The folk singer he played in the graduation drama three years ago, at first he liked to sing this song wearing a white shirt and sitting alone by the bridge.

Wen Lang still remembers the plot of the play, which is divided into three small plot sections, basically talking about the struggle and liberation of the lonely.

The folk singer is the story in the last episode.

The singer's name is Jian Mu, and he has always felt that he was born for folk songs, that's all he has.

So how long can it last?

At that time, Jian Mu was 16 years old, and he thought that 14 years would be enough for him to stand at [-].

He walked slowly, but this road was too difficult. He stumbled and walked with his guitar for nine years, but he couldn't bear it.

The once clean young man disappeared on the morning of the last day of the ninth year.

He put the acoustic guitar in the basement, tore up all the folk music scores, and buried all his persistence in a place he dared not touch again.

Wen Lang couldn't remember exactly what happened afterwards. What impressed him the most was that at the end of the play, Jian Mu put on his old white shirt and sat on the flyover, holding his guitar and humming in the dim lights. Shallow singing, singing a song over and over again until dawn.

In the singing, he was always playing back.

And then there's the ending.

That Jian Mu who used to sit here and sing with tenderness countless times, finally hugged his guitar and jumped off the flyover.

He left, leaving nothing behind.

And this day happened to be the morning of the last day of No.14.

The ending is embarrassing, but the song is gentle.

In the words of the director, if there is no point of comparison, how can it deceive the audience to tears.

Wen Lang sat on the carpet and sang, with Egg Yolk and Ju Baoer wagging their tails, as if they were beating the beat for him.

As soon as Qin Jingshen went upstairs with the packing box in hand, he heard the strings of an acoustic guitar.

He took a look, and found that Wen Lang's door was not closed tightly, it was open a crack, through which, he could just see the person sitting on the carpet singing and the fluffy animals.

Qin Jingshen watched outside for a while in silence, and when Wen Lang finished singing a song, he casually began to play with the strings, then walked over slowly, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The voice inside the door stopped abruptly.

Wen Lang hugged the guitar, his heart skipped a beat.

He and Qin Jingshen are the only residents on this floor, so one can imagine who is knocking on the door now.

Why did Mr. Qin come back early?

Couldn't it be because of Fu Tong's accident that he intended to talk about me?

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While thinking wildly, Wen Lang put the guitar in his arms aside, stood up and walked towards the door. When he got closer, he realized that he hadn't closed the door properly just now, leaving a big gap. Qin Jingshen was standing outside, using Those deep eyes looked at him calmly.

When Wen Lang came over, he raised his eyes, his voice was as light as his eyes: "The door is not closed properly."

Wen Lang hurriedly invited him in, and pushed the pot to the egg yolk by the way: "The egg yolk was making noise just now, so I didn't notice it... Would Mr. Qin want something to drink?"

Qin Jingshen shook his head, his eyes slowly fell on the guitar leaning against the sofa: "Are you singing?"

Wen Lang smiled: "Director Chen wants me to sing the opening song of "Mountain and River on Earth" with Fu Tong. That's also a folk song, so I'll come back first to find out how I feel."

Wen Lang felt that he was very witty, saying this not only showed his dedication, but also proved that he and Fu Tong were innocent, and that they had dinner together at noon was simply a matter of cooperation.

Absolutely not everything inside and out.

Qin Jingshen hummed, and his eyes stopped on the guitar again: "Fu Tong's guitar?"

Wen Lang followed his gaze, and saw the small characters engraved on the guitar, Fu Tong, for the first time.

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang regretted his mistake at the beginning, and felt that he should not have mentioned Fu Tong's name at all, which made it even more complicated now that he didn't see it openly.

It's all because of Fu Tong's coquettishness, the guitar has to be engraved with his name.

There was silence for four weeks.

Wen Lang stood with his head down for a while, and finally tried to save him: "Mr. Qin—"

Qin Jingshen looked up at him.

Wen Lang looked into his eyes, inexplicably, what he wanted to say suddenly took back and changed into—"Do you want to hear me sing?"

This sentence was said almost unconsciously, and when he realized it, Wen Lang wanted to bite himself again.

who am I? where am I?

What on earth have I done?

Wen Lang was very helpless, and felt that Fu Tong was right in one point. He seemed to be very timid when facing Qin Jingshen, and he was also a little inexplicably stupid.

what is the reason?

Probably because Mr. Qin has a patriarchal temperament, which is more intimidating.

Wen Lang thought about this, but he didn't know that his expression had been in Qin Jingshen's eyes from the beginning to the end.

Qin Jingshen lowered his eyes and hummed lightly.

Wen Lang was stunned for a moment before realizing that Mr. Qin was answering his question just now.

What else can this say?

admit it.

Wen Lang sighed in his heart, thinking that this was the case anyway, there was no need to be hypocritical, so he simply picked up the guitar in a graceful manner: "What do you want to hear?"

Qin Jingshen tilted his head: "The one you sang just now is fine."

Very good, very good, singing other things may show timidity, this is not the case.

Wen Lang finally had some comfort, reached out to hug the guitar next to him, and plucked it.

He sang softly, Qin Jingshen sat beside him and listened quietly, two small animals stuck to his legs, their tails swayed slightly with the sound of the guitar.

The song was sung quickly.

Wen Lang stopped, Qin Jingshen raised his eyes, his voice was still faint: "Not bad."

Wen Lang heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that this matter should be a turning point. He never thought that such an idea just appeared, and then he heard Qin Jingshen say: "I see that there are many posts about you and Fu Tong on the Internet. know?"

Wen Lang choked for a moment, and knew that the post Qin Jingshen mentioned should be the love-hate entanglement made up by CP fans.

His Majesty Taotie felt very wronged.

After thinking about it, he decided to be a little frank: "I met him when we first joined the company. At that time, I thought he was very good-looking, so I had a little impression of him. Later, I met him a few times and gradually got to know him."

After finishing speaking, in order to prove that Fu Tong is not special at all with him, he added: "I basically never forget good-looking people, for example——"

Wen Lang reported several names in succession, all of whom were recognized as having first-class good looks in the entertainment industry.

But Qin Jingshen didn't seem to be satisfied with his explanation. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wen Lang felt that his eyes seemed to be deeper.

Wen Lang went on to say: "Mr. Qin is also very good-looking. I saw you for the first time at the annual meeting, and I never forgot it."

Qin Jingshen finally had a reaction, he raised his eyes to look at Wen Lang, his eyes were a little inexplicable: "Really?"

Is the tone satisfied or dissatisfied?

Wen Lang couldn't figure out what the big boss was thinking for a while, and he didn't know what to say. He sat on the carpet with his guitar in his arms, and there was only an emoji left in his heart——

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And at this moment, Mr. Qin standing next to him suddenly stood up: "Let's go."

Wen Lang looked at him suspiciously, a little dazed.

Then I saw Qin Jingshen turn his head back, and spoke in a calm voice.

"As a reward for listening to the song, I invite you to dinner."

The author has something to say: everyone remembers the graduation drama three years ago, this is a very important point hey w! [knock on blackboard]