my god is from hell

The director's camera cuts in at the right time, and Yan Qing's bland and slightly confused salted fish face is immediately reflected on the electronic screens on all sides.

As if saying sincerely: How can you still see me when I am lying down?

"It's a handsome guy!"

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"The people in front don't be in a daze! Move! Hurry up! Give him the microphone!"

The sights of the entire venue were focused all of a sudden, and accompanied by loud booing, the microphone was quickly passed over by the person in front, and it came to Yan Qing's hand without rejection.

Yan Qing parted his lips, glanced at Yan Zhuoyu's slightly provocative smile on the central screen, and sighed faintly: "It's not boring."

"Really? I thought this audience friend almost fell asleep at the concert."

The voice called Tian Lai was almost aggressive, and the red moles of tears fell on the corners of his eyes, adding a bit of vitality to his young and ostentatious face.

Yan Qing hesitated to speak for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but he was afraid of being entangled in the chatter, so he said five words: "Just be happy."

Yan Zhuoyu—or the boy who was originally named Yan Zhuoyu was suddenly choked up, but perhaps Yan Qing's expression was so calm that the fans on the field thought this handsome, calm-looking guy was joking .

Not only did he not feel that the other party was insulting his brother, but he also felt that his brother was so cute that he had nothing to say. Yan Zhuoyu could even hear the fans shouting "Brother, you are making trouble for no reason".

Good guy, this turned out to be his fan!

The schedule of the concert is very strict, even if Yan Zhuoyu wanted to have a few rounds with the man who would never get angry and the man above the stage, but he heard the voice of the director in the headset constantly urging him, so he had to leave the stage and let the backup dancer Come up, go backstage and change clothes by yourself.

When Yan Zhuoyu came to the stage again, he couldn't stare directly at Yan Qing, it was too conspicuous, so he had to find someone in the crowd.

So he saw this impatient dog man, who was completely impatient after seeing him on the stage once, chatting with the people next to him undisguisedly, his eyes did not fall on the stage he carefully prepared, really He's mad at him!

After the concert, Yan Zhuoyu hastily interacted with the fans and came to the backstage lounge in a hurry. When he saw Yan Qing and his party who were tried to stay behind by the staff, there was a slight cheerful smile on his face, and he was caught by the audience again. He sullenly disappeared.

"Yan Qing! Don't you know that the organizer of the concert has tickets for relatives and friends? It must have taken a lot of effort to get my concert tickets!"

Yan Zhuoyu's tone was haughty, but even so, he couldn't conceal the pride and joy in it.

When Xu Cheng was invited by the staff, he was already in the state of red steamed and mature shrimp. Now that he is "consoled" by the idol, the tickets are hard to buy. He was so excited that he waved his hands quickly: "No! I was lucky when I was young. Although I didn't get a ticket, but someone in the fan group had something to do that day, so he gave me the cheap ticket!"

Looking closely at that appearance, there is still a bit of hidden pride, and Yan Zhuoyu's forehead is twitching with veins.

Very good, he knew that his cheap brother would not come to see him specially, and he was dragged here by others!

He said that he struggled for a long time and finally didn't send out the ticket, how could he see each other at the concert!

Unfortunately he thought...

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When Yan Zhuoyu thought of his self-indulgent sentimentality, a faint blush suddenly appeared on his cheeks, he was completely pissed off!

Xu Cheng and Cheng Luoduo could see the anger on Yan Zhuoyu's face, only Yan Qing glanced at the other's rosy cheeks, and hesitated to ask, "Are you hot? The concert has been over for a while, right?" ...Your body still needs exercise..."

Yan Zhuoyu, who eats and drinks strictly according to the requirements of nutritional recipes, trains for more than eight hours a day, and has a clear eight-pack abs: "You need exercise! Your whole family needs exercise!"

He hesitated to speak and gave him a look, the meaning in his eyes was obvious: Are you stupid?Isn't your whole family my whole family?

And: "I don't have to sing and dance, why should I exercise?"

It's very righteous.

Yan Zhuoyu: Ahhhh!Why should I be mad at myself!

Cheng Luo looked at the side for a while, from the "friends and relatives ticket" just now to the unusually familiar aura between the two, he guessed that the two might be people they knew in reality, and then thinking about the same surname, what is the difference between the two? The relationship has been guessed.

While he was relieved, he was also a little curious: "Xiao Qing, this is your...friend?"

Considering that Yan Zhuoyu might not want to expose himself, he didn't directly mention the word "brother".

But Yan Zhuoyu seemed very dissatisfied: "What friend? Can't you tell that we have the same last name? He is my own brother!"

"Brother?" Yan Dumping was not doing well, Xu Cheng was the first to explode, with an unbelievable expression on his face: "You are Yanshen's brother? Then I am in front of you for so long! You still have nothing to do Guan Ji's appearance! Yan Xiaoqing, you have changed! You can actually act with me!"

Yan Qing glanced at him, then calmly looked away.

Cheng Luo, on the other hand, thought for a while, and guessed that Yan Qing was probably not acting, but the real...too lazy to mention it.

Compared with Xu Cheng, Yan Zhuoyu has a very clear understanding of his character in Yan Qing and his position in him: "Yan Qing! You are too much! You never mentioned that you have me." Brother! Everyone around me knows that I have a brother who is in A University!"

Yan Qing turned his head slightly, expressing with actions that he did not want to hear.

Cheng Luo was amused, but this was Yan Qing's younger brother after all. For the sake of the boy's face, his face didn't change much, and he smiled lightly: "Xiao Qing mentioned you, but Xu Cheng may have forgotten it. His real name is Cutting jade, right? Cutting jade for a gentleman?"

Yan Zhuoyu looked over suspiciously, not many people knew his real name in the entertainment industry, even if he was occasionally called by acquaintances, "Zhuoyu" and "Zhuoyu" sounded the same, so they thought his name was Yan Zhuo Jade.

Knowing his real name, it seems that his brother did mention him in front of him.

Yan Zhuoyu rationalized the logic, and the tone in his heart was finally comfortable, and then he looked seriously at the two people who were obviously his brother's friends.

The one on the right had eyes lit up when he saw him, with an excited expression and passionate tone when speaking, he was his fan at first glance, just like those screaming fans who "ahhhh" when they saw him.

But the one on the left...

Yan Zhuoyu frowned slightly, and his tone was full of doubts: "Are you...my brother's college classmate? Have we met before?"

He felt that the man in front of him with a gentle temperament and warm eyes looked familiar, but in his impression, there seemed to be no trace of this man at all in his or his brother's social circle.

Cheng Luo was stunned for a moment, something flashed in his eyes very quickly, but he recovered quickly, smiling gently: "Really? It should be the first time we met, maybe my temperament is very similar to one of your elders?"

Cheng Luo slightly made a joke, and pushed back the doubts that had just surfaced in Yan Zhuoyu's heart.

Yan Zhuoyu frowned, but he didn't have much interest in things other than his brother, so he let it go calmly and switched to other topics.

On the other hand, Yan Qing, who was too lazy to speak, glanced at Cheng Luo after hearing the words, and then quickly looked back, his expression remained unchanged from the beginning to the end.

Yan Zhuoyu let go of the doubts in his heart, and concentrated on talking to a few people.

Yan Qing thought he was annoying, so he only answered two or three perfunctory sentences out of ten sentences, Yan Zhuoyu didn't mind at all, although his expression was disgusted and arrogant, but his tone was full of joy, his eyes were almost glued to Yan Qing's body .

It can be seen that he likes the brother Yan Qing very much.

When he was leaving, Yan Zhuoyu insisted on asking his assistant to take the three of them back, saying that it was too late to get a taxi.

Cheng Luo glanced at Yan Qing's tangled expression, knowing that he didn't want to delay Yan Zhuoyu's trip, so he stood up and said, "I came by car, and I can just send them back. The concert has just ended, and you still have a lot of things to do Busy, let the assistant stay and help you, we can do it ourselves."

Yan Zhuoyu glanced at Cheng Luo, hesitated and agreed.He did have a lot of things to do, and it would be much more convenient for Xiao Zhang to be around, so he had to send Yan Qing to Cheng Luo's car.

The car exudes a faint mint smell. When Yan Zhuoyu sent people in, he found a hand-woven Fuwa sachet hanging on the car. The two blushes on the doll's face were not woven with red thread, but filled with green , looks a bit weird, but also kind of inexplicably cute.

Yan Zhuoyu stared at the sachet for a while, and the familiar feeling came back in his mind again. He looked at the man who was fastening the seat belt for Yan Qing who was sitting on the seat of course swiping his phone, and asked again : "Cheng...Brother Cheng, haven't we met?"

Cheng Luo had already fastened his seat belt. Hearing this, he raised his head naturally, and said with a smile, "Zhuoyu likes me very much? Maybe Xiaoqing will be jealous?"

Yan Qing was playing on his mobile phone at first, but when he heard that he stopped playing games, he put away his mobile phone and looked at Yan Zhuoyu vigilantly: "It's enough trouble for him to take care of me alone."

Xu Cheng in the back seat:? ? ?The old man who co-authored you is actually self-aware?

"Who likes you! And you! Yan Qing! What do you want to take care of as a big man? Shameless?"

Yan Zhuoyu stared at him, very angry.

And take care of words!He can too!He also has one more brother status than Cheng Luo!Obviously he is more reliable!

Seeing that Yan Zhuoyu had no intention of robbing him, Yan Qing leaned back on his seat with a tired expression on his face, restarted the game, and ignored Yan Zhuoyu's "shameless".

Yan Zhuoyu was almost pissed off by his peaceful appearance, and closed the car door with a "snap", out of sight.

Cheng Luo looked back with a smile, glanced at the Fuwa sachet on the car as if nothing had happened, started the car and left here.

The computer courses were very full, and Yan Qing and the three of them only slept for a few hours after returning home, so they had to get up to go to morning classes.

When there was no course for this major, Cheng Luo followed Yan Qing's schedule all the time, but this morning he called: "I have something to do today, so I can't go with you. Let's have dinner together in the afternoon."

Yan Qing let out a slow "oh", silently opened the backpack that didn't contain any books at all, and stuffed two books into it with a heavy expression.

Cheng Luo seemed to be able to see Yan Qing's movements, and quickly continued: "I will ask someone else to bring you the textbooks and notes. Just give them to him after class, and he will take them back for you."

"Okay!" Yan Qing quickly threw the backpack back on the seat, and went to the classroom empty-handed.

the other side.

Cheng Luo closed his eyes, and then slowly opened the car door.

The Fuwa sachet on the car was quietly hanging on the roof of the car, with long tassels hanging down. On the sachet, Fuwa looked at him with a smile, her cheeks were embroidered with festive and gaudy red, which looked like any embroidery shop. The handicrafts are no different.

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I overestimate myself, I can't handle it in two chapters_(:з)∠)_

If you don't like this part, skip it yourself, I will add "past" QAQ to the title