shallow affection

Jian Qingli's house was sold quickly. The buyer was a middle-aged couple from out of town. After wandering in Cangshi for more than ten years, they finally saved enough money to settle down and settle down.He assisted the other party to handle the transfer procedures, and the two parties agreed to formally hand over the house at the end of June.

Jian Qingli left the big pieces of furniture to the new owner of the house, and there were not many things to take away. He didn't hire a moving company, and every time he went to Fang Mingzhan's house, he would pick up some by the way. After several times, the house was empty before he knew it. up.

His most precious cameras and lenses received honorable treatment in Fang Mingzhan's study room. The wooden frame was custom-made and took up two walls. More than a dozen lenses were placed on it alone, showing a lack of confidence.

Jian Qingli felt embarrassed, and complained about Fang Mingzhan's extravagance and waste: "I only have a few shots for such a big show."

"Buy it," Fang Mingzhan disagreed, "Don't you still want to open a studio, it will always be useful."

Jian Qingli is not as rich and powerful as someone. He is often worried that his investment will not be able to recoup his capital, and he owes a lot of debt. He mutters in a low voice: "I bought so many equipment, what if the business fails, you will fill the hole for me?"

Fang Mingzhan smiled faintly: "You never thought that I would fail too? Maybe Wen Yue will go bankrupt next quarter."

Jian Qingli was stunned, Fang Mingzhan is currently preparing for a pharmaceutical company, which is a brand new business for Wenyue Group, and it can also be counted as starting a business, but if he hadn't reminded him, Jian Qingli really never thought that he would fail.

"If you go bankrupt, you're going to go bankrupt. At worst, we'll drink the northwest wind together." Jian Qingli pouted, Fang Mingzhan's threats were too gentle, he wasn't afraid at all, and promised proudly, if you go bankrupt, I'll support you.

"So, people need to have a skill, you know?" Jian Qingli taught Fang Mingzhan triumphantly, "Look, I can still make a living by taking pictures, what can you do?"

Fang Mingzhan opened the cardboard box brought by Jian Qingli with a knife. There were dozens of books in it. He took them out by category and inserted them into the gaps in the bookshelf one by one. Hearing Jian Qingli's provocation, he responded casually, I can be a model, you used to Isn't that what I said.

Who wants you, stinky face all day long.

Fang Mingzhan was busy arranging the bookshelves, turned his back to him and did not answer, Jian Qingli said sourly, you must have really moved this idea.Fang Mingzhan raised his eyebrows, what's wrong, no?

Of course not!Jian Qingli slammed the table, you can't be anyone's model except me, you hear me.

Forgive me, Fang Mingzhan said, I don't want to be your model either.

Jian Qingli snickered, restrained the corners of his mouth from rising, and condemned with righteous indignation, even this little request can't be met, you are really unqualified as a brother.

Fang Mingzhan patted his ass and said that your brother is not very good.

While dodging, Jian Qingli saw the raised scar on the back of his hand, his happy expression gradually disappeared, and asked in a low voice: "How is Auntie's mood?"

"It's okay, it's getting better."

After accidentally injuring Fang Mingzhan, Yang Tong fell into deep self-blame and worry. After that day, he never took the initiative to contact his son. About her recent situation, it was all revealed by Tan Jingsong.Fang Mingzhan received a call from Tan Jingsong not long ago, saying that he accompanied Yang Tong to see a psychiatrist, and the doctor taught Yang Tong some methods to let her learn to control her emotions.

Jian Qingli nodded, he knew that this period of time was difficult for Yang Tong, and having Tan Jingsong by his side was a kind of comfort to these unfilial juniors. "Does Uncle Tan know about our relationship?"

"I didn't tell him, but he's very smart and probably already guessed it."

"Then he knows we are..." Jian Qingli was stuck, and the words "brothers" always felt a little hard to say.

Fang Mingzhan asked: "Are you afraid that he will know?"

Jian Qingli raised her head and thought for a while: "Don't be afraid, even if he feels sick, it won't affect me."

Fang Mingzhan exclaimed on purpose, praising him for his progress.

Jian Qingli was modest and said with a smile: "I have always had a thick skin."

The movie "Yu Mian" has been finalized, and the large-scale publicity is officially launched, and the official blog publishes several updates every day.Although He Cen's works are not as popular as mainstream commercial films, as an award-winning professional, he became popular before it was broadcast, and his expectations are already high on a certain film.

The leading actors are all senior actors, and they are very popular with the audience. They also cooperate with the producer's promotional work and often repost the Weibo of the crew of "Yu Mian".Xiang Tingzhou took advantage of them, and his traffic increased. According to him, it used to be 13 fans and 16 zombies, but now it is 11 fans and [-] zombies.

Jian Qingli didn't believe it, so he clicked on his Weibo to check.After browsing around the comment area, I unexpectedly discovered that Xiang Tingzhou's modeling career was not a complete failure. Over the past few years, he has accumulated a group of diehard fans. Fans have sent blessings and support to his decision to switch to acting .Besides, the most people in the comment area were passers-by who watched the excitement, and they took a wait-and-see attitude towards Xiang Tingzhou's future development.A netizen spoke harshly, and after watching the pilot film, he accused Xiang Tingzhou of "spoiling a pot of soup with a piece of rat droppings". Jian Qingli felt that he was unfair, so he also responded unceremoniously.

Xiang Tingzhou saw it, and privately sent Jian Qingli a WeChat message, saying that he would be canonized as a fan.

Jian Qingli said, thank you, but I have business to do.

For those who are rich, Xiang Tingzhou seduces him with a monthly salary of two hundred and fifty.

Jian Qingli laughed until tears came out, and replied two words, get out.

"Who are you chatting with?" Fang Mingzhan sat down beside him, and Jian Qingli naturally tilted his head and rested his head on his shoulder.

"Xiang Tingzhou. I laughed so hard, he should become a comedian." Jian Qingli held up the chat history in front of Fang Mingzhan, and swiped his finger on the phone screen.

Fang Mingzhan said calmly: "Speaking so much nonsense, are you two busy?"

"Are you jealous?" Jian Qingli's eyebrows gleamed, and she laughed and went to find Fang Mingzhan's trousers pocket and touched his mobile phone, "You still talk about me, there is a dating|cannon app in your mobile phone, I have seen it!"

He succeeded, and quickly moved away from Fang Mingzhan, unlocking it and saying, "This prelife is not serious, let me see if you hooked up with some little goblin."

Fang Mingzhan's user homepage is simple and clear, and there is only Cyan in the friend column. The latest news is that Cyan asked Fang Mingzhan to meet at the bar a few days ago, and complained why he didn't come.

"How do you explain it?" Jian Qingli held up his mobile phone, like a righteous police officer, condescendingly interrogating the prisoner.

Fang Mingzhan shrugged his shoulders confidently, "He is indeed cuter than you."

Jian Qingli was at a loss for words for a while, staring at Fang Mingzhan, not knowing whether to be happy or angry, Fang Mingzhan laughed heartily, and added, "Learn more from him, you know?"

Jian Qingli threw away the phone, and rushed forward to pinch Fang Mingzhan's neck, but Fang Mingzhan tripped over him, and the two rolled into a ball.Xia Tian was already wearing little clothes, and the bare skin rubbed against each other, and soon the gun went off.

"Stop, stop!" Jian Qingli felt that the strength of Fang Mingzhan's stroking had changed, so she sat up quickly and opened a safe distance.

Fang Mingzhan lay on the sofa, propped up his upper body a little, and looked at him with a half-smile.Jian Qingli stretched her hands behind her back, pulled the hem of her clothes, the neckline rose, and the hickey marks on her collarbone disappeared.

"Are you going to the airport tomorrow?" he asked.

Jian Qingli is very smart, this topic is quite disappointing.Fang Mingzhan smiled helplessly, showing a distressed expression: "I don't know, if I go, it might cause trouble for her."

Yang Tong is going back to London, the flight at [-] o'clock the next morning.She didn't tell Fang Mingzhan about this decision, Tan Jingsong secretly conveyed it, and Tan Jingsong ignored Yang Tong's objection, booked the same flight first, and planned to stay with her in London for a while.

Jian Qingli felt sorry for Tan Jingsong, "Uncle Tan is so considerate, hasn't Auntie accepted him yet? I guess he liked Auntie when he was in college."

Fang Mingzhan shook his head: "No, just grind slowly."

Jian Qingli added in her heart, just like us.

In the early morning of the next day, Fang Mingzhan opened his eyes, stared blankly in the dim morning light for a while, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.As soon as his toes stepped on the carpet, his left hand was suddenly hooked.

He turned his head and saw Jian Qingli yawning sleepily, thinking that he had woken him up, and said softly, go back to sleep.

"I'll go with you." Jian Qingli insisted on going together.

According to the flight information sent by Tan Jingsong, they arrived at the terminal ahead of schedule and waited in a coffee shop near the security checkpoint.

Half an hour later, figures of Tan Jingsong and Yang Tong appeared outside the glass window, pulling suitcases, talking and laughing as they passed by.Yang Tong's complexion improved a lot, and his figure became plump. When he smiled, a few kind lines appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Jian Qingli was nervous reflexively, the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows could not give him a sense of security, he couldn't help but want to escape to the bar. "Aren't you going to see her?" He touched Fang Mingzhan with his elbow, watching Yang Tong disappear into the rectangular field of vision framed by the coffee shop.

Fang Mingzhan didn't move at all, and shook his head slightly.

At this moment, as if telepathically, Yang Tong suddenly turned to the right, and saw Fang Mingzhan and Jian Qingli behind the floor-to-ceiling windows at a distance of five or six meters.

The smile on her face froze.

Just as Jian Qingli picked up the coffee, intending to wake up and doze off, she was caught off guard, her wrists were weak, and the dark brown liquid in the cup was also rippling.

Fang Mingzhan was very calm, with his hands flat on the table and his index fingers touching lightly, as if he was in a business negotiation.

From time to time, passengers passed between them, cutting each other's eyes intermittently. Jian Qingli recalled many classic scenes in movies. A bus blocked the sight of both parties. When the bus started again, there was no one on the other side of the road.

But their farewell was not as dramatic as in the camera. Ten seconds later, Yang Tong said something to Tan Jingsong, and the two walked forward again.

Jian Qingli put the coffee cup back on the table, sighed with relief, and said, "Auntie is doing well."

Fang Mingzhan smiled vaguely, "Let's go."

Jian Qingli stood up immediately, "Where are you going?"

There was complaint in Fang Mingzhan's eyes, as if his question was unnecessary and stupid, "Go home."

They left the airport, holding hands as if no one else was there, and walked into Chaoyangli.

(Finish)