Mr. Qin is always serious

Wen Rong frowned slightly, and looked at Wen Lang expressionlessly.

Wen Lang sat upright, cowardly and obedient.

He knows Wen Rong's character.

Ruishou Baize usually likes to wear improved Hanfu to grow flowers and drink tea. He looks gentle and gentle, but he is more terrifying than anyone else when he gets angry.

When Wen Lang was a picky eater and didn't like to take a nap when he was a child, he lost his temper when he was told.

His Majesty Taotie expressed his fear.

Even though he actually didn't know where Wen Rong was angry now.

There was an unspeakable silence all around.

The more Wen Lang waited, the more panicked he became. Just about to say something to brighten the atmosphere, Wen Rong raised his eyes: "Do you have a scene on the set today?"

The primary school student Wen Lang nodded his head.

"Then let's go." Wen Rong put down his cup and stood up, "The last time I visited your class was half a year ago, and I wanted to see how my cub is doing now."

Wen Lang swallowed nervously and didn't move.

Wen Rong narrowed his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Wen Lang: "..."

Of course Wen Lang didn't dare to do anything.

So 10 minutes later, Wen Rong sat in the rest area of ​​the crew, smiling very gently.

Chen Jia was very pleasantly surprised when he saw Wen Lang. He was taken aback by Wen Lang's weak appearance last night, thinking that he would have to recuperate for a few days, but he didn't expect that just one night later, he was already as normal as a normal person .

Young is good.

Durable.

Chen Jia clicked his tongue in his heart, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Wen Rong sitting in the resting place, and felt that this man's demeanor was absolutely amazing, and he looked familiar.

He touched Wen Lang: "Wen Lang, who is this person who followed you? I always feel a little familiar."

"My brother." Wen Lang adjusted his costume, "It's normal to see familiarity, do you still remember the painter who swiped the screen of the Weibo homepage a while ago? It's the one who was called a magical brush by media articles."

Chen Jia was stunned for a moment: "You mean Rongshui? Is he your brother?"

Wen Lang nodded.

Chen Jia: "..."

Chen Jia was in a complicated mood for a while.

He said why it looks so familiar. He likes Rongshui's painting style very much. He wanted to invite him to draw the promotional base maps of the previous movies, but he was rejected.

What is this all about, Chen Jia thought.

He couldn't get an appointment with Fu Tong Yuege before, but it turned out that Fu Tong was Wen Lang's good friend.

Then he asked Rongshui to make an appointment and was rejected. This time it was simpler and rude, and it was directly my brother.

It's simply evil.

but it does not matter.

Chen Jia narrowed his eyes: "Wen Lang... You see, we are also preparing to draw a promotional base map for this show, and there is a big touch in front of us, why don't you talk about it?"

Wen Lang turned to look at him, with impossible written all over his face.

Regardless of Chen Jia's indignation, Wen Lang stopped him before he could say a word this time.

Wen Lang sighed, and looked at him sincerely: "Director Chen, it's not that I don't help you, it's that I'm really cowardly."

Chen Jia:?

Don't, don't, it's impossible for anyone to coax you.

He wanted to say something more, but Wen Lang over there had already adjusted his clothes and quickly walked to the front.

Chen Jia was silent for three seconds, and finally sat down helplessly: "action!"

This scene was filmed in the Huo family's old house.

After Zhou Xiaowei cried, she slowly searched for traces of 12 years ago in Huo's house, and finally found the basement.

She looked along the wall bit by bit, searching bit by bit, while Huo Zheng followed her quietly, never speaking from the beginning to the end.

In the end, Zhou Xiaowei sensed something was wrong with Huo Zheng.

She didn't understand Huo Zheng's thoughts, it was clear that not only her home was destroyed in the fire 12 years ago, but why is she the only one who is worried now, and Huo Zheng has no idea at all.

After searching for seven consecutive days but still finding nothing, Zhou Xiaowei's anxiety finally reached the extreme. She stared at Huo Zheng, and asked out her dissatisfaction and doubts one by one.

It's like when she asked Huo Zheng a few months ago, do you really have a heart.

At that time, Huo Zheng chose to remain silent.

But now Huo Zheng was standing there, his heart was suddenly surrounded by layers of darkness.

He thought, why?

Why is no one willing to think about him?

The pain of others is pain, but the pain of Huo Zheng, who watched everything disappear with his own eyes and struggled on thin ice alone for 12 years, isn't it pain?

He looked at Zhou Xiaowei silently.

Finally, when she said another 12 years, suddenly her eyes were red, and she reached out and grabbed her neck.

Zhou Xiaowei was startled, and then felt an indescribable suffocation, she began to struggle, while Huo Zheng looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes faded to the extreme in an instant after the initial redness.

In the indifference, there is an undisguised killing intent.

She seemed to see the Huo Zheng from the beginning again, disregarding life and death and aloof, every step she took, felt as if she was stepping on bones.

No, not the same.

At that time, Huo Zheng's eyes were completely thin, but now Huo Zheng seemed to be unable to support that layer of armor. In a certain moment, Zhou Xiaowei saw the heavy fragility and pain from the depth of the thinness.

Huo Zheng's vulnerability.

Huo Zheng's pain.

……

But how could someone like Huo Zheng have such emotions?

Zhou Xiaowei was stunned, and even forgot to struggle.

At this time, Huo Zheng slowly let go of his hand, took a few steps back, his whole body was hidden in the darkness, and then he opened his mouth heavily.

"Don't worry."

"Wait a little longer, it will really end."

He stood there.

Like the silent ghost in the corner.

Chen Jia raised his eyes: "Pass!"

Wen Lang came out from the corner and went to Xia Yunya first: "Sister Xia, are you alright?"

He was afraid that he was too involved in the drama just now, and his actions were not serious.

"It's okay." Xia Yunya smiled, "But the look in your eyes just now really scares me, it's forbearing and indifferent, it feels like looking at a dead person."

When Chen Jia heard it, he immediately waved his hands: "You can't talk nonsense like this, hurry up and take the red envelope, and get rid of bad luck."

He quickly found a small red envelope for Xia Yunya to stuff in it, and gave Wen Lang one back by the way, Wen Lang opened it up and saw that it was six yuan.

Not bad.

Compared to the one-dollar packages offered by other crews, Director Chen is really generous.

Wen Lang put it away, and smiled at Chen Jia together with Xia Yunya: "Thank you, Director Chen."

Chen Jia waved his hand again, just as he was about to say something, the phone in his pocket suddenly thought.

He looked at the caller ID, went there immediately to answer the call, and went out not long after.

Wen Lang carried the script and walked back to the rest area: "Brother Wen Rong."

Wen Rong handed him the thermos cup, and Wen Lang took it over: "Where are Song Li and Shu He?"

"I went out to buy food, and I'll be back later." Wen Rong said, "How long do you have to stay in Chengdu?"

Wen Lang thought for a while: "If it is less, it will be twelve days, if it is more, it will be half a month."

Wen Rong looked at him: "Then what do you want to eat during this time? You can't still eat fruit every day like when you were in Wuzhong Mountain."

Wen Lang smiled embarrassingly: "I was quite worried at first, but... isn't Mr. Qin here now? He cooks delicious food, and I asked in the morning if I could visit him often in the future, Qin Sir agrees."

Wen Rong: "..."

Wen Rong was almost pissed off.

He frowned, and just about to speak, Shu He suddenly ran in from the outside in a hurry, stopped and panted and opened his mouth: "Lang, Brother Lang, the big boss—"

Before he could speak, there was a commotion in the direction of the door. Wen Lang looked over, Chen Jia went and returned, and Mr. Qin came in with him.

He stood there and looked around, and slowly met Wen Lang's eyes.

One person and one Taotie met each other's eyes. Just as Wen Lang was about to stand up, Wen Rong next to him said, "Sit well."

Wen Lang: "...Oh."

Wen Lang sat upright, Wen Rong took a look at him, and reached out to rub his head like he did when he was a child.

Seeing this, Qin Jingshen pursed his lips.

After three seconds of silence, he slowly walked towards Wen Lang.

Shu He and Song Li felt inexplicable panic when facing Qin Jingshen, and they avoided him when he first came over, so when Qin Jingshen came over, only Wen Rong and Wen Lang were left in the resting place.

Wen Lang greeted him: "Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen hummed, and his eyes lightly stopped on Wen Rong. Wen Rong met his eyes and smiled gently: "Hello, Wen Rong."

Qin Jingshen was silent for a while, then nodded expressionlessly: "Qin Jingshen."

Then fell silent.

Wen Lang watched them from the side, feeling that this scene was more embarrassing than when he first met Qin Jingshen.

He really wanted to ease the atmosphere, but because of Bai Ze's presence, he didn't dare to make waves, so he could only sit quietly.

His Majesty Taotie: [Pain in heart] jpg

Qin Jingshen looked at him in a sitting posture comparable to that of elementary school students, his eyes deepened a little: "Wen Lang."

Wen Lang raised his head in response, and then heard Qin Jingshen's deep voice ringing in his ears: "Come here."

After that, he turned around and walked straight out the door.

It can be said to be very domineering.

Wen Lang thought so in his heart, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and subconsciously followed.

He took a step, then stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at Wen Rong, his peach eyes were wet, he looked like a puppy.

These are all the shadows left by being murdered when I was a child. I didn't dare to move at all without the consent of the parents.

Wen Rong almost laughed angrily, feeling that he was a majestic beast, and when he looked at him like this, he instantly became an existence countless times more ferocious than a fierce beast.

But in any case, being looked at by such a pair of eyes really can't get angry.

Wen Rong sighed in his heart: "Go, be good."

Wen Lang bent his eyes and said hello, then turned and walked out.

Looking at his back, Wen Rong felt that her little cub was about to lose sight of her.

Wen Rong: [very melancholy] jpg

On the other side, Shu He and Song Li hid in the corner, constantly pressing their phones.

Hamster dumpling doesn't eat sugar: Brother Song, do you have a shivering feeling when you're cute?

Dawn of a paulownia tree: ... yes.

The dawn of a paulownia tree: So as someone who has experienced it, I want to tell you a truth.

Hamster dumplings don't eat sugar: what?

Hamster dumplings don’t eat sugar: [Hamster question mark face] jpg

The dawn of a paulownia tree: When you give way, let it go, when you slip away, you slip away, when you are cowardly, then cowardly, this is the way of survival, you must remember it.

Hamster dumpling doesn't eat sugar: ... Oh.

Shu He silently recited Song Li's Way of Survival three times, took out a custard pudding and took a bite, narrowing his eyes in satisfaction.

Although I'm afraid I'm a little scared, but the appearance of my idol just now is really sweet.

Well, milkier than pudding.

Hey hey hey.

Little hamster: [Satisfied idiot laughs] jpg