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Qi Sen: "..."

Yu Minglang blinked, waiting for his reply. He wanted to know how Qi Sen would answer him. He thought he could calmly wait for the answer, but the swallowing of his saliva still betrayed his nervousness.

A few seconds later, Yu Minglang's eyes went dark, and the hat on his head was heavily buckled over his eyes. It didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy.

In the dark, he heard Qisen say, "I'm the same to everyone."

He hesitated for a few seconds, his voice hoarse: "There is no one particularly annoying."

Yu Minglang lifted his hat up abruptly, the movement was too fast, and Qi Sen was startled, his eyes were scrutinizing, and Qi Sen was a little uncomfortable, the big boy laughed a little: "Maybe my personality is just How about this."

Yu Minglang: "You..."

Qi Sen interrupted him and smiled: "Perform well, don't think about anything else."

He left after he finished speaking, there was no time for Yu Minglang to answer the words, and he turned around quickly, in a hurry, as if he was escaping from something.

Yu Minglang raised his hand, and slowly touched the buttons of his cuffs, the corner of his mouth curled up, it was really a good way of saying it, and people couldn't fault it.

The performance went very smoothly, probably because of Yu Minglang's cold temper, or because he had seen a bigger scene, facing thousands of people in the dark, there was no fluctuation in his heart. This short drama has been rehearsed countless times , The lines have long been familiar by heart, and to him, they are all too familiar.

The windmill stood quietly in the center of the stage. The eyes of the people inside followed Yu Minglang's figure. The shadow of the hood just blocked his face tightly. It was so dark that he could not see clearly. Qi Sen thought, fortunately, fortunately, In this way, he did not expect that Yu Minglang suddenly turned his head, and his eyes met. Qi Sen knew that he couldn't see him, but he still looked away in a panic, causing the leaves on his head to tremble slightly.

When he looked over again, Yu Minglang had his back turned to him, it was just a scene, he thought, he remembered that line.

"Ah! Giants! Sangsang, watch me subdue those giants."

Holding a long#gun, the young man rushed towards him. The prop horse on his waist was a bit funny, but his eyes were sharp and shining, looking at him without blinking.

"Chissen..."

"Chisen!"

"what?"

Sitting on a plastic chair, Qi Sen looked up blankly.

Wen Yu stood in front of him and shook his hands vigorously: "Why are you in a daze, go and change your clothes, it's hot even if you cover it!"

"it is good······"

Wenyu pushed him: "Hurry up, hurry up, you are so big and you are in the way here, come back after changing, let's go back to class together after the second half of the performance."

After Yu Minglang finished his performance, a group of people gathered around, and the girls' eyes sparkled: "Yu Minglang, you are just so handsome!"

"Yes yes yes!"

They were all classmates in the class, chattering non-stop, it took him a long time to squeeze out, Wenyu looked at him with satisfaction, and patted him on the shoulder: "Not bad! Thank you very much."

He nodded absently, but his eyes scanned the somewhat messy backstage.

"What are you looking for?"

He looked back: "Nothing."

Wenyu looked at his clothes, frowned and rubbed her chin with her hand, raising her hand to touch it, she said in a puzzled tone, "Your clothes..."

Yu Minglang: "Where's Qi Sen?"

Wenyu's hand stopped in mid-air: "Oh, Qi Sen, I asked him to change his clothes, his prop is too big, and it's not comfortable to put it on."

"Where to change."

Entertainment: "Over there in the locker room... I'm going out of the auditorium."

"I changed my clothes too."

He smiled at Wenyu: "I went by myself, luckily."

Entertainment: "Hey, hey, don't go!"

However, everyone has already walked a certain distance, pushing through several actors and getting farther and farther away from her.

She pouted her round mouth: "Why are you running so fast? I even said I wanted a group photo."

In just a short while, Yu Minglang squeezed to the backstage exit. He went out from the back passage and pushed open the security door. The corridor was silent and the lights flickered slightly.

He remembered going out and turning left and walking a short distance to the locker room. He turned left, and within a few steps, he saw a man leaning against a pillar in the corridor, with a cigarette in his fingertips, orange lights floating up and down in the dark night .

He slowed down, and the man heard the sound of leather boots and turned to look at him.

Yu Minglang: "..."

Hua Wenyi shook the cigarette butt at his fingertips, and the ash fell into the flower bed. His lips curled up and he said, "It's you, Young Master Yu."

Yu Minglang nodded at him. He wanted to go straight there, but he didn't expect his elbow to be pulled suddenly. He stopped, and his eyes were slightly sullen: "What are you doing?"

Hua Wenyi extinguished the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can: "Don't talk to me? You didn't even call me to say hello just now."

He smiled gently, but Yu Minglang knew that this was a smiling tiger, so he couldn't believe it.

Yu Minglang gently brushed that hand away: "What does Uncle Hua want to say to me?"

Hua Wenyi leaned against the pillar, put her hands in her pockets, and looked at him with a slightly unruly look: "Have you seen my sincerity?"

"what?"

Hua Wenyi suddenly lowered her voice and moved closer to him: "The acting was good."

Yu Minglang took a step back: "Thank you."

He laughed loudly, and the music in the auditorium could still be heard around him. After laughing, he said, "Don't worry, I don't like to force others, but I just know a kid, so come and have a look with him."

He acted like an elder, and kept a proper distance when getting along with him. Even if Yu Minglang didn't like him, he didn't dislike him.

Yu Minglang nodded at him: "Then Uncle Hua, let's go in and have a look, I still have some things to do."

Hua Wenyi stared into his eyes with a smile, but she didn't bother, and finally nodded slowly: "I'll stand outside for a while, it's too stuffy inside."

"After that scene of yours is over, it won't be interesting."

Yu Minglang had goosebumps all over his body out of thin air, and he let out a sound in his heart, the old man was disgusted.

The lenses of the pair of gold-rimmed glasses shone in the dim light, revealing a shrewdness of a businessman.

The door of the dressing room was ajar, and there was a faint light inside. Yu Minglang pushed the door open and went in, and saw Qi Sen sitting on the bench with his back facing him, with the windmill hood put aside, a cigarette in his hand, white silk Fog rose from his cheeks.

He didn't turn around when he heard the movement, but just put out the cigarette butt.

Yu Minglang came in, locked the door, and twisted his hands. The "click" of the lock caught Qi Sen's attention. He turned his head and looked at Yu Minglang in astonishment. Hand on the door lock.

"You... what are you doing?"

Yu Minglang walked in calmly, glanced at him sideways, reached out to unbutton his own button, but saw Qi Sen shrank back like a frightened rabbit.

This action made Yu Minglang want to laugh: "What are you afraid of, I'll come in and change clothes."

Only then did Qi Sen's muscles relax a bit, he lowered his eyes, picked up the cigarette butts on the ground, and threw them into the trash can.

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bui

Uncle Hua is very gentle