After realizing that I am beautiful [Rebirth]

"Brother Zang?"

Several people ran into acquaintances in the elevator on the first floor.

Qi Lin raised his eyes, and the other party's voice was muffled because he was wearing a mask.

But the voice is still familiar,

Liang Shuxing.

Qi Lin stretched out his hand and wrapped it around Zang Nandu's wrist.

The action is ambiguous.

"Uncomfortable?" Zang Nandu lowered his head, shook Qi Lin's palm, and asked, "Send you back?"

Qi Lin shook his head, and pulled his hand back, but he didn't, and Zang Nandu just grabbed him.

"Coincidentally," Zang Nandu stepped sideways into the elevator, and Liang Shuxing retracted his foot, and followed them into the elevator. ""Sing to the End" didn't get a ranking," he said as he took off his mask on the elevator. , showing the smile of a younger generation, the circles around the eyes are blue, it can be seen how bad the rest has been recently.

Then, a girl could be heard screaming in a low voice.

Ji Hanshu couldn't believe her luck today. She stretched out her hand to tuck her hair, managed her expression well, and then raised her head, "I'm watching the show, you're already great."

Chun Meiling rolled her eyes, "The ranking is objective, and the show focuses on originality, so you're doing well."

She speaks straight and sees clearly. Although Liang Shuxing may have a good-looking face in it, many original links are a disaster. The so-called ethereal and thorough voice is actually very embarrassing to the tuner. Barely maintain the level of the whole song.

Liang Shuxing's face darkened, but he didn't last too long, so he asked with a smile, "Who are these?"

"Ding--"

The elevator just opened, and Zang Qishan simply felt that these words would have nothing to say because of Zang Nandu's temper, so he said hastily, "Just a classmate."

"If we meet today, why don't we just go together?" Liang Shuxing reserved a table specially, and led him to reach in, and Zang Nandu blocked his hand, "I don't need to make a reservation, it's always ready here, you can't do it."

In the end, Zang Nandu took the lead.

Liang Shuxing couldn't resist, so he let him go.

Qilin scanned around, didn't choose the seat next to Zang Nandu, and picked a corner by himself. He had already seen that Ji Hanshu and Liang Shuxing had already occupied half of their arms on both sides. Being lazy and lacking in energy, he didn't want to take much of Liang Shuxing's limelight this time.

He simply took out the book he hadn't finished at Zang Nandu's house last time, and put it on the table to watch.

The profession of an actor made Qi Lin very curious. Because Zang Nandu didn't mention it before, and he didn't hang out in his circle, so he knew little about his professional issues, so he was turned on a strange switch in this life. Just can't get enough of it.

He looked at it for a while, but he couldn't hear the surrounding movement in his ears.

Until there was an extra hand on the book, "How much do you understand this book?"

The voice had a slight smell of smoke, Qi Lin came back to his senses quickly, and even turned half of his body, but he didn't expect the other party to get so close, he turned and rubbed the tip of his nose, and snatched the meat from the other party's mouth. Air.

"Just read it casually," Qi Lin relived once, the word panic had been picked out in his dictionary long ago, but just now Zang Nandu forced it back, "I still have a lot of books."

"Smoking?" Qi Lin's focus was very strange, he saw himself in Zang Nandu's eyes.

"Well," he said calmly, but in Qi Lin's view, it was more like a temptation.

the distance between two people,

It was closer than he thought, as if the other party was now following his undulating dark tie, and the tie sprang out somehow, and had already started to rub against the second milky white button on his shirt.

He can subdivide how the thick and slippery fabric is delicately and softly rubbed.

Never has it been so clear.

Because the scene was not too familiar, the meal ended quickly. It was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening when Qi Lin was sent home. those eyes.

I always feel that the way Zang Nandu looked at him changed at that time.

hotter.

But what is entangled inside is also very pure.

He couldn't understand it a bit. When he came back, he was covered in sweat, and now his shirt was sticking to his skin. He cut a song at random, which was the one he had promised Ji Hanshu to practice.

To be honest, this song is not very difficult for him. Before Ji Hanshu was able to maintain a flat tone, he smoothed the song, and when he sang again, he was less amazing. Ji Hanshu could barely pass .

But not full marks.

It's a pity that this song was ruined.

When Qilin was young, Zang Nandu was also there, and he could see Zang Nandu lying on the opposite side reading a book through the window of his room after a quarter past seven in the evening.

After lying down for a long time, the other party will stand up, walk around the window and watch, and his back will always be straight at this time.

Qilin propped up the window, moved a desk lamp by himself, changed into a light T-shirt after taking a shower, and just stood beside him to watch.

Still that book.

Now he has no questions to do in his hands, and his hands are always empty, so he spends his days with Zang Nandu's book, humming a tune, and his eyes will habitually look to the opposite side.

The opposite side doesn't often live in people now, and Zang Nandu's network of contacts is spelled out by himself, so when his real estate is basically everywhere in the entire Y City, few people come to live in this original old house.

When he was tired from reading, he closed the curtains and fell on the bed.

He swayed his feet, kicked a few paper shells, propped himself up, and began to study.

Finally, I picked out a knife and started to unpack the express delivery.

Finally found a guitar from a pile of foam in a long cardboard box.

He didn't know how to play at his age before. Later, when he graduated from university, he started to teach himself. It was very easy to get started. The calluses on his fingertips were rubbed off three times, and he could basically play all kinds of chords by himself.

Later, impromptu music creation became his entertainment.

Just as I was about to start, the phone rang an unfamiliar number, and I knew it when I picked it up.

Toon antelope.

Her voice is highly recognizable and bright, but not sharp and abrupt.

"Go home?"

Qi Lin didn't know what could happen if Chun Mei Ling, who only met once, called.

He replied with a nasal voice, "Yeah."

"Do you like Ji Hanshu?" Chun Meiling's second sentence made Qilin understand a little bit, so he said the truth, "I don't like it."

The other party didn't pause, and asked the second question directly after hearing the answer, a question that made Qilin hear his chest thumping,

"Then do you like Zang Nandu?"

There is a 2-minute blank period before the question waits until it is answered.

Qilin didn't answer, because it involved two issues.

Zang Nandu is of the same sex.

The purpose of Toon antelope.

"You like it." This is the fourth sentence after connecting the phone.

Chunmei Ling said.

"So?" All the cards were spread out, and Qi Lin lay back on the bed.

"I guessed it, and it seems to be right," Chun Meiling laughed.

Qilin had to admit that there were people who could make a sharp deal.

"I like Xu Shenfei," Chun Meiling slowly retracted the jubilant laughter just now, "So can you do me a favor?"

"Tell me," Qi Lin turned over on the bed.

"Pretend to hang out with me, and then each takes what he wants."

Chun Meiling's voice lost the vigor just now, "It's been seven or eight years, if it doesn't work this time, I won't like him anymore."

"Too tired."

Qilin put an arm on his forehead and asked, "You like him, does he know?"

This time it was Chun Meiling who stopped talking, "He doesn't know."

Qi Lin asked, "Do you want him to know this time?"

Chun Meiling: "I want him to know that even if Ji Hanshu can't succeed with you, he won't be chosen."

"He treats him as a licking dog, and it hurts me to see him."

"As long as I am a good girl, I can bear it and let it go, but Ji Hanshu can't."

"She has been playing with men since junior high school, and Xu Shenfei didn't know about dozens of times."

"Looks pretty big—"

Qilin trembled a little when he heard the voice on the other side, and finally swallowed a sad sentence,

"Stupid."

"Do you believe me?" Qi Lin was curious, he had only met Chun Mei Ling once, and the deal came too fast.

"I'm sure, you like Zang Nandu, it's just a matter of eyes."

"School rehearsal tomorrow, see you then."

Chunmei Ling is straightforward, and she is also cheerful when she puts down the phone.

Listening to the beeping sound on the other end of the phone, Qi Lin suddenly started laughing.

From lying down to sitting up with arms propped up, it never stopped.

He didn't know that the way he looked at Zang Nandu could be so naked.

I didn't expect that my own desires and desires could be so ignorant.

"Fuck, it's hot," Zang Qishan went straight to the bathroom after entering the door, and didn't even glance at Zang Nandu who was sitting on the sofa with one hand resting on his chin.

Naturally, Zang Nandu was not disturbed by Zang Qishan, who always seemed to explode at any time. He piled up a stack of scripts sent by his previous production partners.

Turn your head sideways and look at the casting clip given.

As the producer, the company will send a lot of preliminary materials here recently, and he is also used to taking home those that the company can't see.

Because there was no such rowdy cousin at home before, relatively speaking, the office environment has not changed much. Today Zang Nandu decided to work overtime at home because Zang Qishan said hello in advance and said he would not go home.

It seems obvious now that

Zang Qishan is a younger brother.

Zang Nandu turned off the TV, leaned back on the sofa, and still held the script of "Boundless" in his hand.

It stands to reason that the market is not optimistic about such urban themes that do not involve many professional fields, and the key point is that they are same-sex themes, the market risk is high, and it is not a good deal no matter how you look at it.

But setting aside market themes,

The script is brilliant.

He wanted to keep it privately.

Zang Nandu pinched his brows, and heard Zang Qishan open the door and go to the sofa, holding the phone in his hand, crossing his legs, fingers up and down on the screen.

"Brother, do you usually watch live broadcasts?" Zang Qishan wiped the water off his head, found another glass of water with ice pomelo on the table, frowned while drinking, and said, "Your beauty has improved. "

"Homework," Zang Nandu lowered his head and continued to read the script. Shuizui reminded Zang Qishan, "I won't be admitted to university this year,"

"Break your leg."

Zang Qishan gave him a sideways look, but said nothing.

As long as Zang Nandu's name was added to the authenticity of the broken leg, he never doubted it.

The Zang family's current family fortune was created by Zang Nandu. He has a hard wrist, and because he basically doesn't take favors, those who play close to him are basically not normal people. On the first day, he was called an affectionate brother, and on the second day Severing limbs is no joke.

And it is mainly because the foreign universities that the Zang family contacted have strict requirements.

Therefore, everyone, including family members, knows that here in Zang Nandu,

No joke.

Zang Qishan swayed back and forth with his legs, and his center of gravity slid down, "Isn't there Qilin helping me with my lessons, but you are also urging me to create a decent learning environment for the two of us."

"Don't recruit him," Zang Nandu raised his head, "he is worth your two legs."

"Hey," Zang Qishan turned over a mountain by himself, propped himself on the edge of the sofa, covered his eyes under his wet hair, said in a calm tone, "I'm telling you the truth," and then propped himself up and asked,

"Are you gay?"

The one who answered was the script that flew towards him and shot his head.

Zang Qishan was hit on the head, and his forehead was scratched by the edge of the thin paper in the script. No blood was seen, but it hurt slightly.

Then Zang Qishan giggled, "Are you angry because of this?"

"Okay, don't ask, I'm studying,"

Zang Qishan turned over, covered his face with a white towel, and lazily wiped his face, leaving his phone aside.

Sitting on the sofa, Zang Nandu caught a glimpse of Zang Qishan's phone. On the screen was a boy wearing a mask. He was wearing thin clothes, showing a clean forehead, and his hair was brushed up casually. It is estimated that nothing was turned on in the live broadcast room, and the light was dim. But you can also count the other party's slightly trembling eyelashes.

Zang Qishan tilted his head, pointed with his finger, "See something pretty?"

Zang Nandu only glanced at the anchor's name, then slid away from the screen when Zang Qishan turned his head, and then worked with his face propped up while holding the script.

Zang Qishan let out a dull "Cut", grabbed his phone and went upstairs.

There are some radio equipment at Qilin's feet, and Qilin props up the camera by himself, and adjusts it for a while.

He put the guitar on his lap, and before he plucked the strings with his fingertips, he found a mask.

Very casually started the first live broadcast with zero viewers.

Playing the original tune of "Uzi Law".

Qilin took off his clothes when he entered the door, and changed into a thin coat at home. Because there was no one in the live broadcast room, he did self-practice by himself, and the final posture became more and more casual on the side of the bed, as if he was looking for another A posture that suits me best. Later, when I became familiar with playing the guitar in my hand, I improvised and played on the basis of the original composition.

He bowed his head too much,

Didn't even notice the sudden increase in the number of viewers above.