walk the show

There were a lot of people getting on the bus, but apart from Long Fang and Ji Qing, they were all from other crews.

Ji Qing got into the car first, found a seat at the door, and leaned against the window to look out of the car.

Long Fang was originally behind him, but when he got into the car, he was pulled by Lao Yang and said something in a low voice, and now he was standing behind Lao Yang.

Ji Qing smiled knowingly.

Lao Yang's head looks like an old hen that only cares for the chicks.

"There is someone." Ji Qing put his arm on the back of the chair next to him and reminded.The man just wanted to say that there was no space occupation, but when he looked up and saw Ji Qing's face, he suddenly became timid.

Ji Qing was still smiling gently, and his arms were just resting casually on the back of the chair. He knew that he could take over the right to occupy this seat with just a slight swipe, but he didn't dare.

He had an illusion, as if as long as he provoked this person, he would never have a chance to stand out in this life.

It doesn't make sense at all.

The man turned around and walked back, still wondering why he was afraid of him, who was more noble than who could meet here?

Long Fang was bored and played guessing boxing with himself. Just now, Old Yang asked him to wait a while, and he has been waiting until now, and he still looks into the car from time to time, afraid that there will be no seats.

These little poor actors are actors at a good level, or laborers at a bad level. They don't pay much attention to food, clothing, housing and transportation, so the group leaders naturally don't give them any high-end treatment.A bus is often packed with people.

Today, the crew next door is going to shoot a military parade scene, and there is a huge demand for group performances, and there are more people in this car than usual.

"Okay!" Long Fang couldn't wait.

"Hurry up, I'm impatient." After nodding his head, Lao Yang came back and asked him, "Do you remember what I said yesterday?"

"What - ouch!"

Old Yang rolled up the sign-in book and greeted him. Long Fang immediately "thought" with a burst of memory, and ran towards the car while grinning.He felt that Lao Yang's mother's love had been extraordinarily rampant in the past two days, and it was almost a disaster.

Lao Yang lit a cigarette, unexpectedly when he raised his head, he met Ji Qing's eyes.Long Fang had already stepped into the car, and Ji Qing's eyes moved there, and he didn't care about this side any more.

Old Yang took two puffs of the cigarette vigorously, had enough of his addiction, and then pinched it.

What the hell is this?

Although Long Fang looked careless and out of shape, he also knew that if things went wrong, he was a demon.Although Old Yang Tou is usually not bad to him, but after all, it is only on the official level, when did he manage private affairs like this?

Do their business, meet by chance, how many will dig their hearts out for you?So Long Fang never thought about these imaginary things.

Then there must be a reason.

Old Yangtou is decent and greedy for idleness, the one who can bother him to meddle in his own business is either because he is really idle, or because of him.He feels guilty and guilty.

"Could it be true that there are money masters who come to the sea to find lovers?" Long Fang stroked his chin, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

Lao Yang had never done anything immoral in his life, so he must be uneasy when he was sent out as a commodity this time.That's why I tried my best to tell him to stick to his heart.

But in this matter, is it possible that you still pay attention to your love and my wish?

Isn't it all the money owner's father has the final say?

Like coercion and temptation, black-box operations, as long as the funders think, they have a hundred ways to make the small prey submit, where is it the turn of the arranged to make the choice?

Or is the patron not a traditional hardliner?

"Hey, you're pressing him." As soon as Long Fang sat down, a voice suddenly sounded beside him.He instinctively turned his head towards the source of the sound, but because his mind hadn't followed suit, he seemed a little dazed.

Ji Qing pointed to his seat: "Get up."

Long Fang was busy thinking about something just now, and sat on the empty seat without paying attention. Now that he regained consciousness, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The car is full of passengers, if he is the last to come up, where will there be a place?

He looked around and saw that the car was full of people, but his place was empty.

It's so weird.

But he sat down, and based on the principle that what he eats will not be spit out, he will not get up when he gets up.

"Isn't there no one sitting here?"

"Didn't you feel that your butt is cold?" Ji Qing asked.

Long Fang subconsciously followed his words to feel it again, as if it was a little cold.

Ji Qing held back his laughter, and said to himself, who doesn't feel cold when he just sits on a chair in the cold winter months?He gently reminded: "There is someone sitting under you, and you are pressing him down."

It was a coincidence that Lao Yang came up from the outside, bringing in a gust of cold wind, which swept behind the people at the door like a little dark wind.Most of the people in the car were uneducated country folks, and they immediately believed it.

The atmosphere was a little delicate for a while.

Ji Qing's speaking has a kind of magical power - it is probably related to his unhurried and unhurried way of speaking, which is very convincing.Unknowingly, people are brought into his rhythm.

"It's easy to handle if it's not human." After finding himself, Long Fang said happily, "Otherwise, I have to talk about first come, first served."

Long Fang has as many eyes as a hornet's nest, but when they met for the first time, they kept saying Ji Qing's words one after another, which was a wake-up call for him.

"No matter how handsome a guy is, don't bother him if he is uncontrollable." This is his consistent philosophy of life.So although he felt a little regretful, he quickly pulled Ji Qing out of the "good-looking, to be handed over" plan, and sent him to the "high-risk, stay away" vase, and labeled it "nonsense".

He has a ruler in his heart to measure the distance and closeness in the interpersonal relationship.

Old Yang inspected around, and then started the car.

Long Fang made up his mind to stay away from Ji Qing, so he didn't initiate conversations with him along the way, and played with his mobile phone quietly.

"What are you playing?" Ji Qing asked.

"Weibo." Long Fang replied without raising his head.

"How to play?"

Weibo is a standard feature for contemporary young people surfing the Internet—especially those who work in the entertainment industry—not playing and not being able to play are two different things, and Long Fang is thinking about which category he belongs to.

... It's also possible that they belong to neither, but he remembers that this person didn't say a word of truth.

Ji Qing said that he was 30, although he didn't look like it, but no matter what, 30 years old should not be classified as old people.

Perhaps his question was too weird, Long Fang finally couldn't hold back and raised his head to look at him: "Are you serious?"

Ji Qingyun nodded lightly, as if not knowing how to play Weibo is not a big deal.

Long Fang: "..."

Ji Qing took out the phone and handed it to him.

It was clear that he was to teach him.

Long Fang looked at his sincere face that was on display all the time. He knew it was fake, but he actually saw that he was thirsty for knowledge. His atrium was loose for a while, and when he came back to his senses, the Weibo app had already started downloading. .

"Beauty deceives me." Long Fang thought secretly.

Ji Qing's mobile phone is very new, not only the appearance, but also the memory, 16G of small memory, more than half of which is pre-installed with garbage, even q/q and wechat are pre-installed old versions, and they have not been used much at first glance.

Long Fang knew with his nose that this broken phone has no traffic, and downloading Weibo is a hotspot for him to connect.

"300 yuan, no more." Long Fang thought, "If it's not guaranteed, I'll pay the phone bill."

"Nowadays, mobile phones are so high-tech and cheap, and you can get free when you recharge the phone bill. I just replaced my elderly phone a few days ago."

"……"It really is.

The waiting time for downloading is long, even if Longfang has 4G, it can't save this cheap product that doesn't cost money.

He couldn't hold back and asked, "Why don't you just change to a better one?"

"No money." Ji Qing said, "If I had some money, I sent it home. The eldest sister is over 30 and hasn't married yet. The second brother also needs money to get a wife. The younger brother is still studying, so we can't ignore it."

"?"none of your business?

Ji Qing understood his expression, and explained: "Our village confessed to me as a 'high-achieving student', and I went to Beijing. If I don't help, I will be stabbed in the back when I go home during the Chinese New Year."

"..." What kind of feudal remnant is this?

Ding--

Download completed.

Long Fang clicked on the Weibo registration page and asked, "Mobile phone number."

Ji Qing said right away: "15... No, it's not this." He turned the phone over with Long Fang's hand, took out a piece of paper from the phone case, and read it over.

He said naturally: "I am old and just changed my mobile phone, so I can't remember it."

It's quite logical!

"Come up with a name."

"Can't you call me by my real name?"

"Okay," Long Fang quickly typed the word "Ji Qing" with his fingers, and the result showed that it was occupied, "Change it, the name is the same."

Ji Qing: "..." He couldn't believe it, Feng San'er was named by someone else?

He asked, "What did you write?"

Long Fang: "My real name is Ji Qing." He showed him the phone, but the nickname was not available.

Ji Qing: "My name is Feng San'er."

Long Fang pretended not to hear: "It's fine if you don't change, just stutter, Ji Jiqing."

Ji Qing insisted: "My name is Feng San'er."

Long Fang registered him, briefly introduced each section to him, and then returned the phone to him.

He was about to continue his unfinished business, Ji Qing said: "Let's add a friend."

Long Fang: "..."

Before he could reply, Ji Qing had already found him and followed him.A set of operations is smooth and smooth, not like a novice at all.

Long Fang looked at his Weibo follower count +1.

He started to regret teaching him a little bit.

It's not because of anything else, the main reason is that there are some unspeakable little secrets in his Weibo, and he has a guilty conscience.

Long Fang has 42 fans on Weibo, 10 of which are his trumpet accounts used to generate super topics, 13 are Weibo recommendations, and the rest are all marketing accounts.

Each of his Weibo posts has more than ten replies, and there are updates every day in Chaohua. It seems that there is still a little bit of prosperity, but these are all his finely divided sailors, self-directed and self-acted for himself. .

I don’t think it’s a problem when I do it secretly by myself, but if someone I know in three dimensions pays attention, it’s like having an indeterminate/time/bomb/bomb.Shameful and exciting.

Long Fang finally paid attention back, at least, from now on, he has the first living person among his fans.