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He and Qi Sen looked at each other for a few seconds, and there was an emotion in his eyes that was unfamiliar to Qi Sen. When he turned his head, his smile disappeared completely, adding to the melancholy, and instantly immersed himself in the script again.

Qi Sen's expression was complicated, the tip of his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, and he didn't make a sound.

This time it was just a simple rehearsal, the actors got the lines right, and it was done within an hour.But Wenyu was quite satisfied. Before she left, she patted Yu Minglang on the shoulder and teased him: "Student Yu, that's not bad. You have such a good sense of acting. Let's forget about becoming an actor in the future. Your appearance will also stand up to you."

He smiled as a response: "That's it, I'll go first."

Wenyu nodded, just as someone came looking for her again, she waved at Yu Minglang: "Goodbye, I will rehearse here tomorrow."

Yu Minglang: "Okay."

Be an actor?He chuckled, if he went to become an actor, what would happen to Yu Zhengyan?He has tens of millions of wealth, wealth that no one else can earn in a lifetime, does he still need to be an actor?

He was standing at the door of the dance studio, Qi Sen was helping others to move things, it was nothing, just a few chairs, moved them into the warehouse and it was over, Yu Minglang leaned against the glass door, staring at the boy in the white school uniform shirt, He was talking and laughing with others, showing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, which was very beautiful.

After Qi Sen finished, he came out with his schoolbag on his back. When he saw Yu Minglang, he paused.

Yu Minglang smiled at him, tugged at his schoolbag: "Let's go together."

Qi Sen hesitated for a moment, the boy's eyes were too earnest, he nodded, his eyes were calm: "Let's go together."

The two walked shoulder to shoulder in the campus. Everyone was almost gone. The lights were on in the classroom, and only a few boarding students were left to study in it. On his face, he looked at Qi Sen, the corners of his eyes always smiling were crooked, Qi Sen's face did not move, his eyeballs turned sideways, and he glanced at him, only seeing Yu Minglang's smooth forehead and the corners of his mouth turned up. Yu Minglang clenched the strap of his schoolbag tightly with both hands, acting like a primary school student. Although he showed no expression, the back of his neck was red, and such small details could not escape Yu Minglang's eyes.

He was in a happy mood, and suddenly asked, "Do you know Wenyu?"

Qi Sen: "Huh? Oh, you say her, she is my classmate in junior high school, she sits at the front and back desks, so we have a good relationship."

He stared straight ahead, without blinking.

Yu Minglang nodded: "That's it."

He clenched his fist and put it next to his mouth. Thinking of something, he smiled: "Why did you think of acting as a windmill?"

Qi Sen coughed in embarrassment, showing a helpless expression: "I said that there is one person missing, and I couldn't find a suitable one. I didn't want to come at first, but she kept whispering in my ear, so I agreed."

This boy is very different from the people he has been in contact with before. He was not good at speaking in elementary school and junior high school, and he did not have much contact with others. In high school abroad, he met the dudes like Liam. The difference between them is simply heaven and earth. Compared with them, Qi Sen is like a piece of unsullied white jade, pure and clear.

Yu Minglang has a slight obsession with cleanliness, both in life and in his heart, but at the moment, he seems to like it a little more.

It has nothing to do with desire, it's just that I like it more.

The two walked all the way to the school gate, and the car shed was on the left side of entering the school. Qi Sen said to him: "You go first, I want to go back by bike."

Yu Minglang nodded, Qi Sen saw this and turned to pick up the car, his sleeve was suddenly grabbed by someone, stopping his movement.

He turned to look at the man who pulled his sleeve, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu Minglang's eyes seemed to be foggy, ethereal and beautiful. He seemed to hesitate for a while, bit his teeth and bit his lips, and asked in a low voice, "Will you still walk with me like this in the future?"

Qi Sen watched his hair whirling for a few seconds, and suddenly felt an urge to rub his head. This appearance was too cute. He saw that there was no one around, and the security guard was sitting under the gazebo to sleep. Looking at Hache, he sighed: "Of course."

Yu Minglang's eyes lit up, and his eyes were full of joy when he looked up: "Really?"

Qi Sen: "Everyone can."

As the voice fell, the young man slowly loosened Qi Sen's sleeves. His hands were hanging by his side, expressionless. With one sentence, the two of them separated, and the intimacy that was finally established just now Instantly dissipated in the wind.

Qi Sen: "As I said, I can't give you the feelings you want, I will let you down."

Yu Minglang: "Don't I please you?"

He is puzzled and confused, many people love him, elders, people of the same age, so many people, as long as he smiles, as long as he wants, he can make others like him quickly, but why, Qi Sen doesn't Impressed?

Qi Sen looked at him, and finally shook his head slowly: "Yu Minglang, this is different, you are likable, but I have no extra emotion for you."

"I can't give you an answer either."

He glanced at the sky: "Go home early, it's getting late."

He turned around, leaving only a shadow of Yu Minglang's back, Qi Sen came out after taking out the car, saw that he was still standing there, rode over and asked him: "Are you going?"

Yu Minglang's expression was a little sad, his lips were tightly pursed and he didn't speak.

The sky was getting dark, and the street lamps on the side of the road were turned on, stretching the shadows of the two people.

Qi Sen frowned: "Where is your home? Do you want me to give you a ride?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that Yu Minglang sat on a heavy back seat, unceremoniously, a little slumped just now, and now he was like a normal person, with his thin fingers grabbing Qi Sen's clothes: "Okay, let's go. "

Qi Sen was amused by him, this person seemed to change his face: "You..."

The car left the campus, and within a few meters, he stopped the car and asked him, "Where do you live?"

Yu Minglang gently tugged on his shirt, and said something random: "Chunhua intersection."

Qi Sen raised his eyebrows: "Where? It's quite close to my house. By the way, there are several communities over there. Which one do you live in?"

Yu Minglang: "Just put me there, I'll walk back by myself."

Qi Sen: "Okay, let's send it there."

He grabbed the clothes on Qisen's waist all the way, the wind was blowing towards him, with a clean smell of acacia, he sat on the back seat, although he said that the iron seat made his butt hurt a little, but there was always a smile on his mouth, Even he himself didn't realize it.

"arrive."

Qi Sen reminded him in front.

The car stopped on the side of the road, and he jumped out of the seat, hissing in pain.

He rubbed his butt: "Thank you."

Qi Sen landed on one foot, looked at his appearance, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Be careful yourself."

He nodded and waved his hands: "Well, let's go."

Qi Sen rode very fast, and the red bicycle disappeared in a flash. Yu Minglang watched him go away, and only took out his phone when he saw that no one could see him.

"I'm on Chunhua Road, come and pick me up."

He waited for a short time when a black car stopped in front of him, and the driver lowered the window: "Master."

He sat on it, and the driver asked while backing up, "Why aren't you at the school?"

Yu Minglang leaned against the window, counted the trees on the side of the road, and replied perfunctorily, "I have something to do."