I just want to hold a hand [entertainment circle]

It was probably because Lin Hang's eyes were so dazed that it made people feel distressed, and Tang Ci had a rare and subtle feeling of guilt.

"Your father and I..." Tang Ci said with difficulty, "There was a little misunderstanding."

Lin Hang raised his eyes when he heard the words, and his dark blue eyes were fixed on Tang Ci.

"He has a little understanding of our relationship..." Tang Ci compared the distance between two fingers in order to explain more vividly, "a small misunderstanding."

Lin Hang looked at the distance between Tang Ci's two fingers, but still didn't quite understand, and frowned in confusion: "How small?"

Tang Ci is silent: "..."

Probably because you think it's so small for you to take me by force and abandon me at the beginning and end.

Lin Hang's cell phone was still beeping non-stop. It is estimated that there has been sending messages over there. Lin Hang bowed his head to type, and replied two casually.

While Lin Hang was replying to the message, Tang Ci's voice suddenly interjected and asked him seriously: "Does your father usually beat people? How likely is it to really break your leg?"

"?" Lin Hang's typing hand slowly stopped.

If it wasn't for Tang Ci who was sitting here talking now, Lin Hang might have thought he was bragging.

However, Tang Ci's eyes were very sincere, and he seemed to be very concerned about his situation, so Lin Hang reluctantly recalled slowly and said: "My father doesn't beat people very much..."

Tang Ci's tone hadn't eased yet, when Lin Hang continued: "Even if my leg is really broken, it will cost money to heal it. He can set bones."

Tang Ci: "..."

So it was decided to be a guest on the weekend.

The filming tasks in the first week of joining the group were not heavy, and mainly focused on the running-in between the actors and the discussion of the script.

In the group, Lin Zheng and the screenwriter are fighting each other every day, and sometimes a producer is added, and they spend almost half of the day sitting there grinding the script, redrawing the storyboard of the first act alone five times .

The other actor who played with Tang Ci is a low-key actor named Ding Qing. He is very obsessed with acting. He has been in the group for more than half a year. kind of awards ceremony.

When Tang Ci was in contact with the other party, he was already prepared to be made things difficult by this senior, but Ding Qing was unexpectedly easy to get along with. Apart from being easily unable to contain his aura during the play, he was usually willing to support Tang in various aspects. Word one or two.

This is the first time that Tang Ci has acted opposite such a humble and powerful actor, and he has benefited a lot in just one week.

As the weekend approached, Lin Hang and him chatted more and more on WeChat, and the style of painting was generally:

[Lin Hang: My mother asked, do you prefer butter-flavored biscuits or chocolate-flavored ones? 】

[Tang Ci: Everything is fine. 】

[Lin Hang: Then do you like the rabbit pattern or the flower pattern? 】

[Tang Ci: Auntie likes it. 】

[Lin Hang: What about the taste?Is it crispy or soft? 】

[Tang Ci: ... Did your mother ask or you? 】

Finally, they stopped looking for something to talk about, and became quiet after a long time.

When the weekend came, Lin Zheng gave the entire crew a day off, mainly because many scenes had not been set up yet, and some scenes could not be filmed temporarily. Therefore, except for the moving and lighting crews who needed to stay on the crew to set up equipment, the entire crew had a day off.

Today is Saturday.

Because it is a weekend, the downstairs of the community is very lively early in the morning, full of old people doing morning exercises and children running around, occasionally there can be the sound of dogs running around dragging their ropes and their owners chasing after them in a panic cry.

Counting the last time I came to eat, this is Lin Hang's second visit to the Tang Ci community.

Lin Hang counted the number two, thinking in his heart, if there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are countless times, rounding it up means that he lives opposite Tang Ci.

Full marks for logic.

Lin Hang changed to a low-key car today, parked downstairs in the community and sent a message to Tang Ci with his head down. Tang Ci replied quickly:

[Tang Ci: You come to the opposite side of the red flower garden. 】

Lin Hang got out of the car and followed Tang Ci's command to walk towards his location. As the distance approached, he could slowly see a large group of old people doing morning exercises there. From their posture, they should be doing Tai Chi. Swipe left and right. In the circle, more than a dozen people couldn't find two people who moved in unison.

This can be regarded as unity in another sense.

Lin Hang stood by and searched around, and found Tang Ci without much effort.

He was standing at the back, wearing a mask, and today he was wearing a white sweater, which made him look very small.It can be seen that it is not the first day that he has mixed in, his aura is not abrupt at all, his movements are flowing and flowing, and he is not in the slightest panic if he signs up for an elderly Tai Chi group competition tomorrow.

Seeing Lin Hang approaching, the eyes above Tang Ci's mask glanced at him, then unhurriedly punched a complete set of punches, then stopped, and then walked towards Lin Hang.

"Are you going to come down and fight for a while?" Tang Ci asked.

He pulled the mask down, revealing a small half of his beautiful and straight nose bridge, with a small hump at the end of his nose. At this moment, a little sweat was smothered by the mask.

Lin Hang rolled his eyes to the side, and said "Hmm".

Tang Ci nodded, and led him to the end of the team: "You just follow the previous one, and you will fight as he does, will you?"

Lin Hang responded, and followed the people in front of him to pose.

Tang Ci glanced at him sideways, frowned slightly for some reason, as if a little dissatisfied, then raised his hand and took off his coat and threw it to him: "Your hair is too conspicuous, put on your coat and hat Okay, don't get photographed."

Lin Hang grabbed the coat, which still had the residual body temperature of Tang Ci on it, and suddenly stuttered: "Is it not too good?"

"..." Tang Ci glanced at him and thought for a while, "Are you afraid of breaking my coat?"

Tang Ci pulled the mask back over the bridge of his nose and comforted him: "You are not that strong, don't worry."

Lin Hang: "..."

After Tang Ci punched two sets of punches, he felt comfortable all over, and stretched his muscles and bones comfortably. Only then did he have time to care about how Lin Hang, who was on the side, was doing after practicing. When he tilted his head, his brows frowned.

"You..." Tang Ci's eyes hurt from seeing it, and he couldn't help correcting Lin Hang's postures, "I told you to imitate his movements, not to imitate his hunchback."

Lin Hang froze when he heard the words, and silently straightened his back.

Tang Ci sighed, patted him on the shoulder and smoothed his back: "Will you relax? Soften from the shoulder, take off the strength, don't stretch your stomach."

As soon as Tang Ci's hand was attached, Lin Hang tensed up even more instantly. If he had a spring, he might be launched directly to the roof of the building.

Tang Ci struggled for a while and then gave up: "Forget it, your tendons in your twenties are harder than the old man in front of you. Your bones are too hard after sitting for a long time. Let me massage you when I have time. "

After tossing and tossing downstairs in the community, it was almost nine o'clock in the morning when I went to Lin Hang's house.

His family does not live in the mountainside villa area in the outskirts of the city, as reported by the media. It is a very ordinary villa group, with a single family and a yard. The villas are far away from each other. Woods separated.

However, the security system here is very good. You need to scan your card and face recognition to enter the door. The security checks are also strict. They check one by one at the door.

Lin Hang's house is very inside the villa complex, and after entering through the gate, he has to drive for a while before arriving.

From the car window, as the distance gradually narrows, you can see an exquisite four-story small western-style building, which is probably old-fashioned in design, with ebony windows, red tile roofs, and emerald green ivy climbing on the window sills. It was full of fireworks.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, the aroma of the small biscuits had already wafted out from afar. It was not the same as the one mixed with essence in the shop outside. The fragrance baked patiently is simply very craving.

"My mother woke up early in the morning," Lin Hang said, "After seeing the photos yesterday, she felt that she liked you very much."

"..." After hearing this, Tang Ci realized something was wrong with this guest atmosphere.

As soon as the car was parked in the yard, Lin Hang's mother came out from the door to greet her.

Lin Hang’s mother’s name is Wei Yin. She used to be the queen heroine in Lin Zheng’s play before she died, and her debut work was also Lin Zheng’s debut work. It was because of this play that it became popular all over the country.

Wei Yin has a very classic oriental beauty appearance, she is also a beauty when she is old, her bones and skin are beautiful, her every frown and smile has an indescribable classical charm.

Tang Cixue had seen a lot of her plays when she was performing, and she was still a little nervous face to face at this time, so she called out: "Teacher Wei."

"What's your name, Teacher Wei? It's too old-fashioned, just call me Auntie," Weiyin smiled, stretched out his hand and gently held Tang Ci's hand, and said kindly, "Can I call you Tangtang? I think your fans are all Call you that."

The goddess of the screen in the past stood so close to him at this moment, anyone would feel a little unreal, Tang Ci said: "Anything is fine."

"That's good, the biscuits in the kitchen are almost baked, I'll cut some fruit for you," Wei Yin smiled, and then handed Tang Ci's hand over to Lin Hang perfectly and without showing any trace, "Let me first Zhouzhou will take you to the living room for a sit, and you can chat for a while."

After that, he turned around and walked into the kitchen lightly.

Tang Ci: "..."

As soon as Wei Yin left, before Tang Ci had time to express himself, Lin Hang quickly retracted his hand, and those who didn't know it could think that Tang Ci's hand was a soldering iron.

Tang Ci looked sideways, Lin Hang's eyes wandered and his ears turned red, as if he was the disciple.

Tang Ci was still a little uncomfortable at first, seeing Lin Hang forget that discomfort in an instant, and watched Lin Hang enter the living room with hands and feet calmly.

The two elementary school students sat in a row in the living room for a while, and could hear the sound of the oven operating from the kitchen and the sound of the knife falling on the cutting board.

The phone in his pocket suddenly rang, and Lin Hang took it out and took a look.

【Zheng Yang: [link]】

[Zheng Yang: Brother, is this you? 】

Lin Hang frowned slightly, clicked in, and the page quickly jumped to a hot Weibo on the Chaohua homepage.

Lin Hang is very familiar with this Chaohua, [Ci Haihang], he and Tang Ci’s cp Chaohua, Lin Hang, as a veteran member, touches it from time to time every day before going to bed to contribute to the prosperity of Chaohua, and has registered three small.

Weibo title: The cp I knocked was be again.

【Guess what I saw this morning? !Tangtang played Tai Chi with Ye Man early in the morning!Tai Chi!Thinking about it carefully, early in the morning, downstairs in the community, they are in pairs, rounding up, isn't it because they did it last night? !They might even live together! !Rounding it up again, isn't it that my father Lin was greened? !The fierce girl wept.Could it be that every pair of cp I knocked on can't escape the fate of tragedy?Cry Liao. 】

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[Well, look at the picture and talk, why do I think this wild man is a bit like Papa Lin, don't you think the figure and height are similar? 】

[/Shocked upstairs, wake up, look at the sleepwalking fist punches, the dog-like leg lifts, and the hunchbacked standing posture... If this is Lin Hang, I would rather die as an errand! 】

[...+1, if this is Lin Hang, I'll show off on the spot for a second. 】

[I TM for half a second! 】

[I am 0.01 seconds! 】

[Put in a building, I am asking a lot of money for a pair of eyes that have never seen this picture, if you are interested in contacting, please chat in private, thank you. 】

[Sisters, come and wash your eyes! ! ! ! [Picture][Picture][Picture]Look at my father Lin's handsome face, and look at that wild man emmmm, I'm sorry I can't describe it orz]

[If I am guilty, please let the law punish me, instead of letting me see this kind of picture QAQ when I open the Chaohua website happily]

[Reasonable guess, Tangtang must have drunk too much last night...]

[Tangtang just made a mistake that every man would make. Dadu Rulin's father of course chose to punish him well. The beauty is crying and I love him so much]

[So having said all that, where is the grain? ! !Meal replacements are also fine, affectionate and forbearing to attack X scum|Langmei Renshou, please don't mercilessly hit me thank you. 】

……

Lin Hang lowered his head and silently clicked through the pictures. When he saw the second picture, he felt a little pain in his eyes.

He sat on the sofa and pondered for two seconds. He couldn't help thinking whether to admit that the person in the picture was more embarrassing to him, or to admit that it was more embarrassing to be green.

This is really a difficult choice.

Lin Hang's face changed several expressions in just a short while, Tang Ci raised his eyelids, and cast a glance towards Lin Hang.

The screen on his phone was still on, Tang Ci only glanced at it briefly, but didn't see anything extra, only a red tag.

#Lin Hang Being Green#

The author has something to say: Zhou, as expected of you.

small theater:

Lin Zhouzhou: ●°v°●I want to use one spring to plant a grassland above my head.

Tang: How many times have I taught you to speak human language.

Lin Zhouzhou: QAQ I love myself.

ps: The normal update is after nine o'clock in the evening.