Mr. Qin is always serious

Qin Jingshen clicked on Weibo, and the profile picture of His Majesty Taotie was a hand-painted cartoon Shiba Inu with a small pink flower on its head, smiling foolishly at people.

The little animals are fluffy and have warm smiles.

Qin Jingshen finally remembered why he found this nickname familiar.

——Wen Lang's legend in the fan world is quite famous to a certain extent.

By coincidence, Qin Jingshen clicked in to take a look, and saw His Majesty Taotie's latest Weibo at first glance, which was posted 10 minutes ago.

Let’s not talk about the content, the emoticon package below is very eye-catching—[Shiba Inu? No more, slightly] jpg

A smile appeared in Qin Jingshen's eyes.

The tone and proficiency of this fan is a bit like a little liar.

He smiled softly, didn't care too much, and backed out again.

On the other side, Wen Lang panicked.

He finds it embarrassing.

Why did you just pay attention.

Even if it's a subconscious reaction, why don't you just pay attention quietly? Even if it's just a vest, it's a shame.

Wen Lang sighed.

His head was so painful that he was about to lose his hair.

His fingers paused on unfollowing, but he couldn't do it, thinking that unfollowing at this time would be too deliberate.

And Mr. Qin gains so many fans every day, maybe he won't notice him... at all.

I can only comfort myself in my heart.

Wen Lang sighed.

I feel really sad today.

His Majesty Taotie: [Happiness is revealed all over his face] jpg

**

Chengdu is a city that people don't want to leave once they come.

Life is leisurely, there are countless delicacies, and there are good-looking boys and girls.

But none of this had anything to do with Wen Lang.

He only had a little room to breathe on the day he first came, and he has been nestled in the crew for filming since then.

This is his third day in Chengdu.

Yesterday we filmed a whole day of scenes, and today we have two night scenes besides these.

Another scene is over.

Wen Lang walked back to the lounge, and Shu He immediately handed over the thermos cup: "Brother Lang, drink water, freshly soaked wolfberries."

Nuan Nuan took a few sips, looked at Shu He anxiously beside him, as if he wanted to say something, and asked, "What's wrong with you, you're restless."

"Brother Lang, are you tired now?"

"Fortunately, you can talk directly if you have something to say."

"Okay, okay." The little hamster puffed up his cheeks and smiled embarrassedly, "It's Brother Lang, didn't you come out of the mountain in the mist? I want to hear what you said about the mountain."

Wen Lang understood.

The children want to hear the story.

But Wen Lang really didn't know the story.

Before he was brought back by Bai Ze, he just ran around picking fruits to eat every day, and no one told him about it.Later, he was taken back by Bai Ze, who would only watch him read and write and take a nap every day, and of course would not tell him gossip about these monsters.

But this does not affect His Majesty Taotie fooling the children.

After all, if His Majesty doesn't say anything else, it is appropriate to make up stories.

Wen Lang put down the thermos: "Of course, you want to hear it?"

Kid Shuhe nodded eagerly.

Wen Lang laughed: "Then I'll tell you the story of the civet cat demon on the mountain in the fog."

It took him half a minute to draw up a simple outline in his mind, and then he began to describe it according to the story line, because the professionalism was online, and it sounded very real.

The little hamster listened intently, and occasionally made a few exclamations.

Song Li looked at him from the side with delicate eyes.

It has been said that the society is complicated, why does this child remember to eat but not to fight?

No help, no help, farewell.

Song Li: [Can't help showing concern for the fool's eyes] jpg

When the story was halfway through, it was Wen Lang's turn to play.

He walked over and quickly adjusted his mood.

The plot progress of "Mountain and River on Earth" has reached four-fifths. Zhou Xiaowei noticed that the old housekeeper seemed to be hiding something from her, but she knew that there was nothing to ask from the old man, so she decided to find it herself.

After searching for a week, someone showed him a way, the Huo family's old house.

They then returned to Luoping City.

The Huo family's old house does not refer to the current Huo house, but the one that was burned down 12 years ago. The house was built in the west of the city, while the new Huo house was built in the east of the city by Huo Zheng.

He didn't want to look back at the year.

But what happened back then is there, and it can't be hidden.

He finally took Zhou Xiaowei to the Huo family's old house, where the traces of the burnt remains.

In that fire, not only these were taken away, but also the homes of Huo Zheng and Zhou Xiaowei.

Zhou Xiao couldn't help but covered his face and wept bitterly.

And Huo Zheng silently stared at this house that covered his best and most unbearable years, and didn't make a sound for a long time.

The game is still stuck at the end.

Chen Jia looked at Wen Lang, worried: "Wen Lang, you have to pay attention to your emotions. I will add memories to the later shots of this scene, so there must be nostalgia and forbearance in your eyes, otherwise When the time comes when Memories Kill is released, it will be easy for the audience to see your expression like this."

Wen Lang was more worried than him, and frowned slightly.

Chen Jia had no choice but to say, "Why don't you, like Huo Zheng, recall your childhood?"

No, no, Director Chen.

My teenage years were nothing but waves and the pain of being forced to take a nap.

Don't want to reminisce at all, thank you.

Chen Jia also came to his senses at this time: "But I don't think there is anything to remember. I don't want to see the words Wang Houxiong in this life."

One person and one Taotie looked at each other, and they both found a sense of identity in each other's eyes.

Chen Jia waved his hand: "Well, I'll shoot the next scene first, and then you can go to the side to find out the feeling, and try to be as suddenly enlightened as last time, and pass the level perfectly."

Wen Lang nodded.

Chen Jia sighed: "Go ahead, remember to drink plenty of hot water."

Wen Lang had no choice but to go back to the resting place first. The little hamster was afraid that he would be in a bad mood because of the card game, so he immediately took out some sweets and prepared to feed them.

Wen Lang took a piece of egg-flavored pudding, and Shu He began to think about how to make his idol happy.

How to coax it.

Shu He was a little at a loss.

He has something on his mind, so he likes to puff his cheeks unconsciously, Wen Lang noticed, and turned his head to look at him: "What's wrong with you?"

Shu He shook his head hastily: "It's all right."

He lowered his head and struggled for a while, finally thought of a cold joke he had heard a few years ago, and was just about to try to tell Wen Lang, when he suddenly heard a ding dong.

It came from Wen Lang's cell phone.

Wen Lang originally thought that the group of gay friends was wandering around on a daily basis, but when he opened it, he found that the ding-dong sound just now was a message from Qin Jingshen.

Wen Lang was a little surprised.

Since that day when he sent Ju Baoer's photo but got no response, Qin Jingshen never spoke to him again.

Wen Lang originally thought that he was already cold in Mr. Qin's place, but he didn't expect to be rescued.

He pokes away quickly.

Qin: I heard from Chen Jia, are you stuck?

Thank you Director Chen for saving my career.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: card play, sad.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: [Orange cat? Weak and helpless] jpg

Qin: Don't worry, take your time.

The two of them said a few words across the screen, probably to comfort and be comforted. I don't know if it was his illusion. Wen Lang felt that Mr. Qin today was extraordinarily humane.

The last time he felt this way was the first time he saw Mr. Qin in plush home clothes.

Wen Lang couldn't help but send a fluffy emoji, and soon there was a reply from the other side, but it wasn't an emoji, but a screenshot - His Majesty Taotie's Weibo page.

Qin Jingshen's message was also sent over.

Qin: Your fans, you followed me today.

It was still discovered.

Wen Lang thought for a while, then bowed his head to type.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: Some fans will pay attention to the official blog and boss private blog of the artist's contract company, which is normal.

While changing the topic, he also praised himself with peace of mind.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: His Majesty Taotie's fairy tales are also very well written, Mr. Qin can read them when he is bored.

It took 10 minutes this time before I received a message from Mr. Qin Jing.

Qin: Yes.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: Is Mr. Qin busy?

Qin: On a business trip, yes.

Wen Lang felt that he should wink at this time.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: Mr. Qin is busy first, and I will continue to read the script.

Later, in order to prevent Qin Jingshen from thinking his words were blunt, he specially added a cute egg yolk emoji.

This time I waited for almost 10 minutes before it began to show that the other party was typing, and at the end it was another um.

It seems really busy.

Wen Lang thought so, and was just about to quit, but accidentally swiped his finger, and saw the Weibo screenshot sent by Qin Jingshen just now.

His Majesty Taotie on the top is wearing a head portrait of a Shiba Inu, smiling foolishly.

It would have been nice if I could have stabilized my hand a bit.

Wen Lang thought melancholy.

Over there, Chen Jia took the time between filming to take a sip of water. When he turned around and saw Wen Lang's expression and eyes, he immediately put down the thermos and waved his hands excitedly.

"That's right! That's it, that's it! Wen Lang stay still! Each group is in position, let's do another shoot!"

Wen Lang: "..."

So this game went so inexplicably.

There were still two night scenes to come, Wen Lang went to drink some water, and continued to read the script. This time, he hadn't read two pages yet, and suddenly felt dizzy.

He swayed for a while, but after stabilizing, he felt sore all over his body, cold sweat continued to seep out, and his whole body instantly became groggy.

Shu He quickly noticed something was wrong with him: "Brother Song! Look at Brother Lang, what's wrong?!"

Wen Lang was a top-notch person in the production crew. As soon as Shu He's voice came out, everyone turned their heads following the voice, and saw Wen Lang sitting there with a pale face, weakened from beginning to end, and his fingers kept trembling.

Song Li hurried over, and as soon as he got close, he noticed Wen Lang's abnormality.

The aura on his body could no longer be contained, and it was mingled around in a disorderly manner. The little hamster was not deep, and was caged by the coercion of the ancient beast, and couldn't stop trembling.

Chen Jia next to him also panicked, and took out his mobile phone to call for first aid. Song Li hurriedly stopped him: "Director Chen, don't call, it's not good for this to spread. Just take some medicine and rest in a quiet place."

Chen Jia nodded: "Okay, okay."

Song Li and Shu He supported Wen Lang to the small room next to him. After inviting the people next to him out, he immediately opened the address book on Wen Lang's mobile phone and called Bai Ze.

The connection over there was quickly connected, and a gentle voice came out: "Hello, Langlang?"

"Mr. Wen, I'm Song Li. Boss is not feeling well right now, and I can't hold back my breath. Do you know how to control it?"

"what happened?!"

Song Li explained the matter simply.

When Wen Rong heard it, his voice suddenly increased: "This is nonsense! The monster beast that recognizes its owner can't be separated from its owner for more than 72 hours at a long distance, otherwise it will become weak, and eventually it can't even maintain its human form—"

"Don't you all know this?!"