Fake Master Raiders Guide

Chu Qingque had prepared for this day for some time.

He thought about countless openings, designed countless lines, and even rehearsed countless times in front of the mirror. Every time he felt that he played well, but when it really came time to tear apart all the cloaks with Huo Lianshan, Chu Qingque felt that his mouth was glued together, and he couldn't say anything.

It was obvious that Huo Lianshan's face was not seen across the phone, but Chu Qingque still felt unable to speak.

"What?" On the other end of the phone, Huo Lianshan's questioning was like the last two straws that broke the camel's back, causing Chu Qingque to panic.

He suddenly became afraid. After he confessed to Huo Lianshan, what would Huo Lianshan do to him?

If he were Huo Lianshan, he might never talk to Chu Qingque again.

Chu Qingque's just-made resolution was shaken shamefully, and he hesitated for a long time, unable to speak.

"Can't you tell me on the phone?" Huo Lianshan seemed to be laughing, his voice was a little low, with a hoarse echo, and asked him: "Then come and talk to me face to face."

Chu Qingque's mind started to buzz, and he began to stumble to find a reason: "Tonight, I'm going to my second aunt's house for dinner tonight, second aunt's birthday."

"Then tomorrow." Huo Lianshan never seemed to be in a hurry, no matter what reason Chu Qingque racked his brains to find out, he could say slowly, "Wait until you are free."

Huo Lianshan's voice came from the mobile phone to his ears, Chu Qingque felt that half of his body was numb, he said a few random words, and then hung up the phone in a hurry, as if he was afraid that Huo Lianshan would ask something.

But in fact, Huo Lianshan didn't ask at all. He just waited quietly on the phone without urging him, as if even the air was colored by his tenderness.

After the person on the other side hung up hastily, Huo Lianshan sat on the sofa for a long time, then looked down at the phone again.

It was the afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly. He squinted his eyes and looked at the screen of the phone, which was a little unclear under the sunlight, and rubbed it gently with his fingers.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to hear Chu Qingque's voice.

"Yeah, I saw you hurt from acting, are you feeling better now?"

"Then, you, what's wrong with you?"

"After I finish speaking, you can think about it again. Do you want to... contact me again."

He only heard the voice, but he seemed to be able to see Chu Qingque's appearance when he said these words in his mind, maybe blushing, clutching the phone, maybe blinking, with a worried expression on his face.

He pondered over Chu Qingque's words and tone over and over again, as if he was pondering over some treasure.

Chu Qingque didn't reject him as much as he imagined, and even seemed to care a little bit about him.

Huo Lianshan felt as if he had survived a severe frost and ushered in a new life.

At the beginning, he only felt like he was being poured with a basin of cold water. Later, he felt frostbite in his heart. When he thought of Chu Qingque once, the frostbite on his heart wrinkled up, as if he was being held by someone. Twisting it hard, it hurts like pulling and tearing flesh, but now that a call is made, he feels that the overwhelming moisture has filled his shriveled soul and body, causing his old tree to pull out its branches, and the dead vines to bloom. Xinrui.

In just one thought, the yellow sand in the desert has turned into green mountains and green waters, as if you can see the winding roads when you turn around next time.

He is now looking forward to the night, to tomorrow, to every second of his future.

Huo Lianshan got up suddenly, picked up his phone and walked out.

When he walked to the door, Sister Liu just opened the door and came in.

The phrase "Huo Lianshan" was still spinning in her throat. As soon as Sister Liu looked up, she saw Huo Lianshan striding forward.

It was still the same costume for the stage performance, and the same cold and sharp face, but Sister Liu keenly noticed that Huo Lianshan was different.

If Huo Lianshan, who was sitting on the sofa just now, was a numb and indifferent sculpture, the sculpture standing in front of her has already come to life. She looked over at a glance, as if she saw Huo Lianshan who was shining brightly on the stage that day again. .

She had only been out for a while, why did Huo Lianshan change so much?

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