my secret ex boyfriend

After that day, Qi Wangshu ignored him for nearly a week.

Anling couldn't understand it, scratching his head and scratching his head anxiously, "What did I do wrong to make you unhappy, tell me, I apologize to you!"

Qi Wangshu practiced badminton as if no one else was around, and Ren Anling was unmoved by turning from his left to right and from right to left.

An Ling couldn't help it, so he just stuck in the middle of the net. Qi Wangshu's racket was too late to be retracted, and a badminton hit An Ling's shoulder hard.

An Ling immediately bent down covering his shoulders.

Qi Wangshu threw the racket, walked quickly to his side, stretched out his hand and gently touched the place he was covering, "Does it hurt?"

An Ling flipped his hand over, quickly grabbed Qi Wangshu's, held it in his hand and pressed down on the heart, "It hurts to death."

When Qi Wangshu came in the afternoon, he was wearing a pure black shirt. The buttons were uniquely designed and glowed coldly. He buttoned it all the way to the top one. It looked... quite bad.

An Ling took one glance and was not satisfied, and then he watched it several times overtly and secretly before he was satisfied, and focused on the part of the script that the director just gave him that needed to be changed.

Qi Wangshu went to the dressing room.Today, they were filming an indoor scene. They rented an empty factory in the suburbs. The prop team set up the scene a few days in advance, replicating an entire university classroom.

In the dressing room, Xia Xiaoyu stood aside and watched the makeup artist put on Qi Wangshu's makeup, muttering, "Let's cover the under eyes again, the dark circles still look a bit heavy."

The make-up artist sighed, "I can't cover it up anymore, it's time for a powder, why don't you..." She pursed her lips and pointed at Qi Wangshu with her eyes, meaning that she is treating the symptoms but not the root cause, you might as well worry about your family Boss sleep quality.

Xia Xiaoyu understood, and hurriedly asked Qi Wangshu on the steps, "Brother Wangshu, did you not have a good rest yesterday?"

Qi Wangshu closed his eyes, and when he heard him ask this question, he just replied two words, "No."

It's not good to have no rest, what is hanging under the eyes?Xia Xiaoyu complained.

He saw that Qi Wangshu was in a bad mood, and thought of seeing An Ling outside just now, he said, "Brother Ling is here today, I think he seems to be fine now, why don't you call him over to talk?"

Xia Xiaoyu is completely pretending to be smart.

Qi Wangshu frowned, opened his eyes and glanced at him in the mirror, "He came here to do his own work, not to chat with you."

Close your eyes again. "Don't think you're familiar with him just by saying a few more words to you. Be careful."

Xia Xiaoyu could only sneer, "I see, Brother Wangshu."

An Ling came uninvited at this time, opened the door and heard the last sentence, the smile on his face froze.

The set has been set up, the director wanted to send a random staff member to invite Qi Wangshu to come over, An Ling's own work was almost done, so he volunteered to be the speaker.

Before he came, he specially prepared some beautiful words, about the result of "discussing" all morning, but when he arrived at the door, a bucket of cold water was poured over him, which made his heart cool.

Qi Wangshu can always remind him not to start a fire that shouldn't be started.

An Ling made a sound when he pushed the door open, Xia Xiaoyu followed the sound and looked over, his eyes lit up when he saw him, "Brother Ling!"

Qi Wangshu's eyes opened again.

An Ling didn't come in, only half of his face was exposed with his hands on the doorknob, "It's about to start, you can go through."

Xia Xiaoyu nodded, "I hope Brother Shu will put on his makeup soon."

An Ling let out a "hmm", turned around and left, without stepping into the dressing room from the beginning to the end.

Xia Xiaoyu wondered, what happened today, one or two are so abnormal.

When Qi Wangshu went to the studio to film, An Ling hid outside the factory building to smoke. After smoking one cigarette, he took the remaining cigarette butt and pressed it on the concrete floor, pulled it out crookedly, and with a flick of his wrist, added A curved hook - "seven".

An Ling squatted for a while, and when he stood up again, his hind legs felt a little numb, and his movement of rubbing the word on the ground with the sole of his shoe was a little slow.

Even if he just said it to himself, An Ling felt a little ashamed. After three years of breaking up, he still liked Qi Wangshu, not a little bit.So any word of his can affect his emotions, his emotions seem to be out of control, and the switch is only in the hands of that person.

But it stopped at liking, An Ling wiped away that "seven" completely, he will no longer be like in college when he liked someone and would stalk him to death.He clearly understands in his heart that liking is one thing, but being together is another. Not only is the twisted melon not sweet, but it will grow back on the vine by itself.

An Ling raised his hand and threw the butts that had been raped into the trash can next to him.

Until the evening, An Ling followed the director's side dutifully, discussing how to modify the script from time to time, not running around or chatting, and the work efficiency was particularly high.

Back at the hotel in the evening, Anling picked up his laptop and climbed into bed after dinner, continued to work while listening to music, knocked on the keyboard for a while, and suddenly wanted to open a can of beer. There was no one in his room, so he had to change his clothes and go out to buy .

As soon as he went out, he ran into Xia Xiaoyu who was also just out.

He was holding the mobile phone in one hand and was talking on the phone. When he saw An Ling, he stretched out his hand to stop him.

An Ling had no choice but to stop and wait for him.Judging from his expression, it seemed that the phone call was not very pleasant.

"Brother Ling, something happened to the fans downstairs, I'll deal with it." After finishing the call, Xia Xiaoyu handed the things in his hand to Anling, "Can you send something to Brother Wangshu for me? His room It's upstairs." Then he announced a room number.

Of course An Ling remembered which room Qi Wangshu lived in, and the original message was still lying in the mailbox of his mobile phone.

Xia Xiaoyu's face was a little anxious, it seemed that something really happened downstairs, Anling couldn't refuse, so he took the things in his hand and nodded.

Xia Xiaoyu immediately ran to the elevator entrance and pressed the elevator.

An Ling weighed the backpack that Xia Xiaoyu handed him. It was very light, and he didn't know what it contained.

He brought the backpack in front of his eyes, squeezed it, it was soft, it looked like a plush toy, imagined the scene of Qi Wangshu sleeping with the plush toy in his arms, Anling couldn't help but chuckle, and began to pinch everywhere through the backpack pinched.

I don't know where I pinched it, but the sound of music suddenly came from the backpack, not loud, but it also startled An Ling.

It turned out to be a plush toy that could sing, when did Qi Wangshu acquire such a childish hobby.

It's an old English song. I used to hum it when I was in Anling University. Now I heard the familiar tune and slowly followed the rhythm and hummed softly.

He carried his backpack and walked upstairs from the fire exit. After singing a song, there were still a few steps to go.

There was silence in the backpack for a few seconds, and then there was another sound.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day"

An Ling's body trembled suddenly, and the backpack slipped from his hand.

"Thou art more lovingly and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May..."

This is the most classic of Shakespeare's sonnets.

"Andsummer's lease hathall too short date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heavenshines,

Andoftenishisgoldcomplexiondimmed,

And every fair from fair some time declines..."

I could memorize it when I was in Anling University.

"Bychance, ornament's changing course untrimmed:

Butthyeternal summershallnotfade,

Norlose possession of that fairthouow'st,

Norshall death bragthouwand'restinhisshade..."

One year during the summer vacation, the two went back to their respective homes, and they hadn't seen each other for a month. Anling was scratching his head, recited this poem and sent it to Qi Wangshu on WeChat.

"When ineternal lines to time thou grow'st,

Solongasmen can breathe the oreyescansee,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

The backpack rolled down the steps, and even his own voice went away. An Ling froze for a long time, his heart was hot and painful, and his eye sockets were sore and swollen.

The backpack was picked up again, and An Ling sat on the steps and slowly opened the zipper, revealing a white bear. He probed its soft body, found the switch, and pressed it.

Silence returned to the hallway.

When Qi Wangshu heard the doorbell, he naturally thought it was Xia Xiaoyu who came to deliver something.The makeup artist reminded him several times that the dark circles under his eyes were too heavy to wear makeup. He had no choice but to ask Xia Xiaoyu to go back to his home to pick up something.For him, it allows him to sleep peacefully.

When the door opened, he froze.

An Ling stood there, holding a familiar black backpack in his arms.

"Xiaoyu asked me to send it here. Your fans seem to be making trouble downstairs. He will deal with it."

An Ling tried her best to behave normal, even indifferent.

Qi Wangshu took it from his hand stiffly, his Adam's apple rolled out and said a low "hmm".

The atmosphere was too weird, An Ling felt that he should go, but he couldn't help turning his head after two steps, "Do you have beer? I'm too lazy to go out and buy it."

"...There is red wine."