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At nine in the morning, the plane landed safely at the airport.Coming out of the crowded airport, Fang Wei saw Xiaozheng in a mini support suit before seeing Miss Jin who picked him up.The boy waved his hands vigorously, quite like his mother when she was young.

"Long time no see, did you eat before you came here?" Sister Xiaojin couldn't hide her excitement when she saw Fang Wei, and patted her son on the shoulder to signal him to call him brother.Fang Wei pursed his lips and smiled. The last time he saw Sister Jin's child was at the group's finale concert. The scene of Sister Jin and her four-year-old son hugging each other and crying was really unforgettable for a lifetime.

"What brother, should be called uncle." Fang Wei squatted down and looked at the boy at the same level: "When you were four years old, your uncle hugged you."

An hour later, Fang Wei ate the sushi brought by Sister Jin to pad his stomach, and took out the disassembled support board from the box.Move neatly, stand up to the gate of the airport, and don't worry that other partners who come out of the airport can't find the group.The colorful exhibition boards have a high rate of return, and the three of them are all wearing support uniforms, and they successfully received fans from other places.

Among the dozens of people, half of them are locals like Sister Jin. They are familiar with the essentials of staying in the camp. It is very convenient to rent a car to go to the destination. They even bought food and water to bring and put them in the giant trunk.Because it was a matter of luck, no one could guarantee how long it would take to meet Song Xinheng. The group even booked a room in the city, and went to the destination of the trip amidst laughter and laughter.

Fang Wei still talked less as usual, but when everyone talked about Song Xinheng, the corners of his mouth would still slightly rise.The journey to the shooting location took two or three hours, and the little boy who couldn't sit still rushed to the seat next to Fang Wei from time to time, asking questions curiously.Fang Wei wears most of what he wears at home, and even the schoolbag he carries to kindergarten has the shadow of Song Xinheng.

"The kids all asked me who this is, and I haven't seen him before, so they said he was my mother's favorite." He curled his lips: "In the end, they asked me again, is this person my father, but you know, uncle?" , my dad doesn’t look like this, he’s a bit fat.”

Fang Wei was happy, thinking that even if Song Xinheng had gained weight, Sister Jin might still like him unconditionally like now.

The journey went smoothly, and everyone's enthusiasm was high.When we really arrived at the destination, the hardships of staying in the camp were reflected. The three-hour wait did not bring us a chance to see Song Xinheng. Instead, we waited for a rain, which made the warm air cool instantly.

Raincoats were prepared in the accompanying luggage, and Fang Wei and a few male fans helped distribute them. After a while, the crowd at the door all wore Song Xinheng's name.Without the qualifications for admission, everyone lined up in a horizontal row, and the picture of looking in from the low wall on tiptoe is very spectacular.Fang Wei stared at the group of performers coming and going on the wall until his eyes ached, and he didn't see Song Xinheng among those people.

The endless waiting was the most difficult. I don't know how long it took. The assistant who emerged from the set noticed the fans outside and walked towards them from the main entrance. Upsetting news.

"Today's shooting task is very heavy. Song Xinheng has a lot of shots, which are carried out in the innermost studio. You may not see them until the end of work. Although there is no exact time yet, according to the usual progress, at least until seven or eight o'clock."

I didn't say that I won't be able to wait, just that it will take a long time.The long wait and the cooler weather made everyone feel depressed. Miss Xiaojin arranged for everyone to go back to the car to rest in twos and threes. Fang Wei only took a piece of bread and went back in the rain.The exaggerated design of the raincoat is very abrupt against the surrounding environment, and the back standing alone has a sad taste for some reason.

The uncle doorman had no expression at first, staring at Fang Wei's small body in the rain, and poured a cup of hot water for him.After waiting for a while, there was still no movement, the uncle called Fang Wei over again, and prepared a small bench for him at the door.

"It's fine for the little girl, why are there still male dolls chasing celebrities like this?"

Fang Wei smiled, the tip of his nose turned red from the cold.Drinking hot water with free refills, a few hours passed quietly.When Song Xinheng finally left the studio in a thick coat, the guard had already cordoned off the group of people who had been waiting for a day, and left the best place for Fang Wei.It's a pity that the shy young man stood there for a short time, before Song Xinheng came over, he moved to the back row.

Although he is the second male, Song Xinheng is not less valued than the protagonist, and there are three assistants following him on the set.Song Xinheng's height is conspicuous, walking all the way from a distance, Fang Wei was caught in the screams that were getting louder and louder, watching all the way with his lips pursed, his heart beat faster and faster, no matter how deep he took a breath, his body The faculties are entirely under the dominion of the mind.

Knowing that Song Xinheng is here, even the air has become the culprit, easily provoking the overwhelmed nerves.

The blood-boiling feeling that can only be felt at such moments makes the feeling of being alive clearer and stronger than ever before, and the electric resonance in the bones that can be brought by the things you love wakes up the deepest part of the body. another self.

Because of Fang Wei's stage fright, Sister Xiao Jin became the representative of giving gifts.About five meters away from the fans, Song Xinheng stopped. The gift bag filled in Sister Jin's arms was very conspicuous, and even more conspicuous was the little boy next to him wearing a mini raincoat.

The statement of the fan representative, even if the length is cut, is still amazing.Song Xinheng stood very straight, still holding hot milk tea in his hand. He frowned slightly and bit the straw when he heard the exaggeration, which aroused the emotions of the fans who were full of love beside him. He only hated that the speed of the camera was not enough The fast angles weren't good enough to capture the full range of the historic moment that bestowed blessings.

"Well, I appreciate the kindness." After drinking the milk tea to the bottom, Song Xinheng said: "You guys should take the gift back."

The fans' blessings are very sincere, but because they don't understand the ins and outs of these recent events, whether it's comfort and encouragement, they all accurately avoid the key points, as if they are listening to what happened to others. It seems that they are no more affected than the idol himself. few.

Song Xinheng handed the empty cup to the assistant, fumbled in the pocket of the big coat for a while, and found out two undivided warm babies, and handed it to the fans in front of him: "You take this, he wears too little, look The snot is freezing."

Not only Miss Xiao Jin, but the fans next to her were stunned. Before everyone could react, Song Xinheng walked sideways to Miss Xiao Jin, and the pick-up car stopped in front. When Song Xinheng turned back to respond to the fans' goodbye, his movements suddenly stopped .Before the assistant who held the umbrella for him could react, Song Xinheng stepped out from under the umbrella, braved the rain, and went straight to the fans who were still waving.

Stopping at a much closer position than before, the flattered fans didn't know how to react for a while.

Song Xinheng, who blended into the crowd with no expression on his face, stretched out his hand, and slipped out his acquaintance from a group of fluorescent raincoats.

"It's such a cold day, what are you doing here?" When there was no response, Song Xinheng stretched out his hand as if no one else was there, circled his index finger and lifted Fang Wei's chin, stared at it and laughed: "The snot is freezing out Yes, wait, let me see if I have the paper."