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"He—" After blurting out a word, Yan Mingyang's rationality ordered him to shut up immediately.

After all, from Yan Ting's point of view, Yan Mingyang and Shen Xiaotu have nothing to do with each other.

"Huh?" Yan Ting didn't notice Yan Mingyang's strangeness, "What's wrong?"

"He... how old is he?" Yan Mingyang dodged his eyes, and barely made up a question that would not go wrong.

"A few years younger than you," Yan Ting said, "When I saw him, he probably hadn't been in high school yet."

"I don't even remember what that kid looks like. His name is..." Yan Ting narrowed his eyes.After ten years, his memory has also blurred a lot, "The surname is Shen anyway."

"The name seems to be quite cute. It's called a kitten, a puppy, a little fish, or something like that."

Yan Mingyang: "..."

...is a small dodder.

"Go to their village and ask." Yan Ting failed to remember, "Even if he doesn't live there anymore, there must be someone who remembers it."

Yan Mingyang pursed his lips, and finally just hummed.The past between him and Shen Zui is too complicated, and there are many unbearable things to look back on.

Even if he wanted to explain to Yan Ting, he didn't know where to start; besides, he didn't really want to talk now.

Yan Mingyang couldn't define his current relationship with Shen Zui at all.

"If you are busy, don't worry about this matter." Yan Ting got up and poured a glass of water.The world has changed a lot, but at home everything remains the same."I can go by myself," he said.

Yan Mingyang doesn't seem to be used to talking about work with his father.In his subconscious mind, the father is the one who is busy and occupied by official duties, while he is waiting at home, threatening to take care of his own children.

"Let me go with you." After a while, Yan Mingyang said.

On the one hand, he is worried that Yan Ting will go to the mountains alone after being out of touch with society for ten years; on the other hand, he also wants to see the place where Shen Zui grew up.

This night, it was more difficult to sleep than last night.When Yan Ting came back, the house suddenly became like home.

But now Yan Mingyang no longer adapts to the atmosphere of home.Quite the contrary, he didn't know what to do about it.

The electricity in the village was cut off for a day.It recovered for a short while during the day, and when the torrential rain fell in the evening, the power was cut off again.

Shen Zui has gradually gotten used to such an environment.The same is true of the village where he grew up as a child.

In summer, there is no air conditioner or even an electric fan in the house, so the little Tu can only lie on the rattan chair in the yard.Grandma shook the cattail fan, told him stories and sang operas.

That long dream was like something that happened in another parallel universe.

Shen Zui hugged the script and leaned on the chair in the yard, staring at the stars among the intertwined branches in a daze.

"Teacher Shen." Suddenly, a smiling female voice sounded.

Shen Zui sat up and found out that it was Lu Qian who was playing the second female role.

"Xiaoqian." Shen Zui was mostly gentle to people he didn't know well, "It's so late, why are you here?"

"The power is out." Lu Qian waved the power bank on her hand, "I heard that Mr. Shen didn't bring a power bank."

Shen Zui did not refuse.He stood up and took it, "I am interested, thank you."

"Actually, I can ask my assistant to pick it up, and I'll trouble you to go there yourself at such a late hour."

Lu Qian is much better than the previous female second, but there is still a significant gap compared to Shen Zui and Luan Wei.Her acting skills are considered good among florets of the same age, but it is her first time making a literary film, and she often takes a long time to get stuck.

"Mr. Shen, I have always liked you very much. I have watched "Tassel" at least ten times." Lu Qian was lively and cheerful, and she spoke with joy, "I knew that the day I was selected for "Zuo Liu", I was so excited that I couldn't fall asleep all night. "

Shen Zui has passed the age when he hopes that everyone in the world will love him.After listening patiently, he smiled slightly, "You are too polite. There are many good actors, I am just lucky."

Lu Qian's face flushed, she looked stubborn and innocent under the moonlight.

"Mr. Shen, they said that you have an affair with an investor. Is it true?"

Intoxicated was a little surprised.He looked at Lu Qian and sighed almost inaudibly.

Lucy is shorter than Chen Zui.She raised her head slightly, as if admiring an idol that could not be flawed.

"It's true." Shen Zui looked calm and undisguised, "But we are in a normal relationship."

"And there are many people who don't know what happened to me, and most of them just didn't pay attention."

"And I have already broken up with this investor, the way of breaking up..." Shen Zui went through it quickly in his mind, "It's very peaceful."

Lu Qian was dubious, "Really..."

"Go back early." Shen Zui smiled, "I have to get up early tomorrow, if the filming is not good, Director Pei has to—"

At this moment, the screen of the intoxicated mobile phone suddenly lit up.

Yan Mingyang:.

"...Swearing." Shen Zui opened his eyes, and almost had a hard time halfway through the sentence.

Seeing the change in Shen Zui's expression, Lu Qian hurriedly stepped forward and said, "What's the matter, Teacher Shen?"

"It's okay." Shen Zui gritted his back molars calmly.

I was careless yesterday.

Yan Mingyang shouldn't be taught this magic.

How did he learn so fast?

...

Countless dots appeared in Shen Zui's heart.

"Oh..." Lu Qian was stunned for a moment, "Mr. Shen, then I'll go first."

Shen Zui smiled and nodded.

He watched Lu Qian leave, but the phone rang again.

This time it was a WeChat call from Yan Mingyang.

"........."

What is called pushing the nose on the face.

Lucy had just turned around and hadn't gone far enough.She heard the voice and turned her head, and a person with normal vision was enough to catch a glimpse of the name on the screen of Intoxicated's phone.

Shen Zui held the phone, neither answering nor hiding it.

Lucy's already big eyes opened even wider.When Yan Mingyang called Shen Zui at night, it was impossible to talk about something clear and clear.

"That," Shen Zui looked at Lu Qian as if she was looking at a child.He wanted to comfort the little girl whose house collapsed on the spot.

But looking at the beating phone, Lu Qian suddenly blushed as she thought of something.

The WeChat call automatically hung up, and Lu Qian ran away as if fleeing.

Shen Zui gritted his back molars again, turned around and went back into the house.

When the WeChat phone rang again, Shen Zui's first reaction was to press it.When he was about to do something, he realized that Yan Mingyang might have just picked up his father from prison.

After 20 seconds, Shen Zui impatiently connected.

"Hey."

Yan Mingyang on the other end of the phone was taken aback for a while before saying, "Hello."

"I thought you wouldn't pick it up."

Intoxicated: "......"

Then you still fight?

When dialing the phone, Yan Mingyang made an excuse in his heart to tell Shen Zui that Yan Ting planned to visit him.

But when Shen Zui was really connected, Yan Mingyang instantly withdrew this idea.He didn't even want to mention that Yan Ting had been released from prison.

"What's the matter with you?" Shen Zui was not angry at all.He leaned back on the bed, "It can't be a big night to learn how to use WeChat phone."

"I," Yan Mingyang changed the phrase 'I want to hear your voice' as the words came to his lips.

"I want to hear how you've been doing recently."

Shen Zui leaned against the head of the bed, the shadow of the moon swept across the white quilt in front of him, dancing like a ghost.

"Little Tu?" Yan Mingyang called again tentatively.

"There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just as happy on my own."

Shen Zui curled his lips as he said, "May I ask if you are about to go bankrupt, and come to harass me every day."

"If I'm really going bankrupt, can I still call you when I have time?" Yan Mingyang sneered half-truthfully, "Could it be that you can still save me."

Shen Zui rolled his eyes, and snorted coldly, "When the day comes, you should behave better. When I joined the group, I considered assigning a male No. 18 to act for you."

Yan Mingyang burst out laughing.

"I'm so good-looking, play male NO.18?"

Shen Zui sneered, "It's not bad if I didn't let you be an extra, so be content."

Listening to the intoxicated voice, Yan Mingyang was cordial for a long time.He understands that this may be because the intoxicated emotion is still in the play.

At least when facing Yan Mingyang, the intoxication now looks more like a little doll.And Xiaotu always likes his brother.

Yan Mingyang felt sad.

This night, the one who fell asleep first was intoxicated.Yan Mingyang waited until no one was talking over there before hanging up the phone.

A very strange idea suddenly came to his mind.If Shen Zui doesn't like herself after filming, that might be a good thing.

The next day.

When I wake up from intoxication, the first thing I do is to find that my mobile phone has only 7% battery left.

It's all because of Yan's fame.

He plugged in the power bank that Lu Qian sent last night, thinking of the rival show today, he couldn't help but feel a little headache.

By the way, he scolded Yan Mingyang again in his heart.

Not long after the funeral, Lan Xiang, who accepted the ticket, began to subconsciously imitate the woman in the red dress.

She shows her charm to the opposite sex and takes pride in it, as if it is a sign of maturity and sensibility; if she can exchange some cheapness for this, it will be more fashionable and fresh.

Xiao Zuo noticed this, but didn't say anything.

Mutual assistance among neighbors in the village is the norm.On this day, Lan Xiang's mother went to the town to go to the market, and Xiao Zuo helped Lan Xiang go up the mountain to pick tea.

Lan Xiang's "charm display" is not very picky about the target.She is no longer pure, but she is far from mature, and her youthful and unfamiliar charm is as awkward as a mere imitation.

Standing in the tea forest, Lan Xiang kissed Xiao Zuo.She knew that this humble kid next door liked her.

Little Zuo paused, and stopped what he was doing.

Lan Xiang was deliberately imitating a tone that did not belong to her age, lowering her head as if shy, "What's wrong."

"You didn't get into high school, what do you plan to do next?" Xiao Zuo asked.

"I won't read it anymore. When the tea-picking season is over, I'll go to work in the city." Lan Xiang didn't tell Xiao Zuo about her plan.

It was dusk when we came down from the mountain.

Xiao Zuo took a shower and went to buy salt at the canteen at the entrance of the village.When he came back, he saw the woman in the red dress from a distance.

Xiao Zuo nonchalantly walked to another road beside him.The woman in the red dress saw him, and stopped him with a cigarette in her mouth, "Why did you learn the faults of those stinky men at such a young age, why are you hiding? Pretending not to know him."

Xiao Zuo was very helpless, but he didn't have a single excuse to say.

The reason why he was afraid to face this woman was something he couldn't say.

"Is it because of Lan Xiang?" The woman in the red skirt noticed Xiao Zuo's expression, "I didn't force her, I just gave her a way."

Xiao Zuo held a few bags of salt in his left hand, lowered his head, "I'm going first."

"Wait." The woman in the red dress stretched out her hand, blocking the way.She asked mysteriously, "Are you going?"

"What are you going to?" Xiao Zuo didn't react for a moment, he raised his head.

"Some people," the woman in the red skirt put the cigarette to her mouth and took a puff, "like boys."