Tan Qing arranged a night scene to be rained today.

I started filming at nine o'clock in the evening and didn't finish filming until two o'clock in the middle of the night.

The main reason is that He Yao's condition is very bad.

Not only can't enter the drama, but the whole person is in a free state.

After shooting for more than seven hours, Tan Qing was so hungry that he ate three more chicken legs in the box lunch.

Director Cheng Ye's patience in the play was also meticulous from the beginning to becoming more and more irritable. In the end, he fell off the script and yelled: "He Yao! Can you film it or not, just change it!"

He Yao and Tan Qing had been patted on their faces by the cold rain for so long. They had already had some symptoms of a cold. Before he could answer the director, he sneezed.

Tan Qing, who has always been excellent in acting and almost never scolded, does not seem to feel the slightest chill.

He was bouncing around the venue holding a bag of potato chips, eating potato chips while dangling, looking more energetic than during the day.

The wet hair lost the carefully crafted styling, and collapsed softly to outline the slender cheek lines.

Tan Qing knocked off a slice of cucumber-flavored potato chips, sitting in a chair and chewing quack quackly: "Director, I don’t think He Yao can go on filming today. Look at his face, it looks like he has suffered some conscience. Yes, maybe it was secretly cheated!"

Cheng Ye: "..."

After all, the adult leaves are about sixty years old, and they can't handle it even at this point.

He thought for a while and had to put down the script in his hand and asked He Yao: "If you go back tonight, if you think about the plot, can you live it tomorrow?"

He Yao's face was pale, and his whole body trembled: "Yes, I must go back tonight and work hard, director."

Cheng Ye shook his head and told the crew to prepare to finish work.

The night scene tonight is the rivalry of Tan Qing and He Yao. All the main actors except for the group performance have returned to the hotel to rest.

After coming out of the shooting location.

Tan Qing and He Yao walked into the hotel together.

As a popular trainee making his debut as a traffic idol, He Yao always has a very lively personality, and he can talk non-stop with Tan Qing.

But today it seemed extremely silent.

Tan Qing buried his head all the way, immersed in his new hero, unable to extricate himself, and didn't have time to take care of He Yao at all.

Until the two of them walked to the hotel floor one after another.

Tan Qing was about to return to the house, but He Yao pulled her sleeves suddenly: "Tan Qing?"

After being dragged for a while, Tan Qing made a mistake and was shot dead: "...Huh?"

He Yao seemed to hesitate: "Did Uncle contact you?"

Tan Qing said like a rattle: "No wow, he has already gone back to earn money to support me!"

He Yao: "..."

He Yao didn't know what was more appropriate for a moment, so he had to think for a long time before saying: "Then...you don't call him to talk about today's itinerary at night?"

Tan Qing raised her face and said curiously: "Why do you want to tell him?"

Isn’t it right for a young couple in love to talk on the phone?

He Yao himself was a little guilty, and was even more uneasy when asked by Tan Qing, and subconsciously said: "Don't you want He Mingyu?"

Want to He Mingyu?

Tan Qing's wry eyes rolled twice, a little confused: "But I also think of others, why should I beat him alone?"

He Yao: "..."

He Yao was dumbfounded by Tan Qing: "What you think of my uncle is definitely different from what you think of others! Think about it for yourself, do you think of my uncle as many times as you think of others? "

Tan Qing: "Eh..."

Tan Qing seemed to think very seriously, then nodded: "Yes. Okay, then I'll call him after taking a shower."

The hotel security facilities in the film base are very good, and the environment is also very quiet.

The warm-colored corridor lights made Tan Qing's clear eyes extra simple, looking extremely harmless.

He Yao was scratching his heart like a cat all day, but he still didn't hold it back.

He opened his mouth and said: "Tan Qing, when you got off the car today, the lock of your hair I cut off..."

Tan Qing had already opened the door of the room, and turned her head when she heard the words: "It's okay, I have a lot of hair, what's the matter?"

He Yao, who had been bald for a day: "...No, I just threw that bunch of hair away, there should be nothing wrong, right?"

Tan Qing yawned, "What can happen?"

He Yao finally found a reasonable excuse for himself, and barely smiled: "Yes, then I will go back. Good night, auntie."

Tan Qing blinked her eyes and said naturally, "Good night, little nephew."

He Yao: "..."

He Yao walked away with vicissitudes of face.

Tan Qing happily walked back to the bedroom.

Knocked off the remaining half bag of potato chips, then strolled into the bathroom, turned sideways in front of the mirror, trying to touch the lock of hair that died innocently after being hung in the seat belt on the back of his head.

I didn't touch it for a long time, but I accidentally pulled off another hair.

Tan Qing took a shower smoothly, ran back to the sofa, and looked at the strands of hair that she had pinched between the tips of two fingers.

After looking bored for a while, Tan Qing looked around the house thiefly—

Then he blew into the hair, and chanted a few words: "Change! Change three beautiful and capable talks!"

The house was quiet.

Nothing happened.

Tan Qing was so disappointed that she hugged her feet and dangling back and forth, grievingly said: "Oh, He Mingyu who has sucked for so long...and he hasn't recovered much mana..."

However, the voice did not fall—

The empty potato chip packaging bag that Tan Qing had just thrown at the corner of the table was picked up by a slender hand.

Accurately put it in the trash can on the side of the sofa.

Tan Qing looked up with his round eyes open.

In front of the sofa he was sitting on, three identical Tan Qing were standing in a row with the same naked birds.

Tan Qing clapped her hands, pointed to No. 1, 2, 3 and said, "Wow! Spicy eyes!"

No.1, No.2 and No.3 also looked at Tan Qing at the same time, clapping their hands with exactly the same expressions and movements: "Wow! Spicy eyes!"

Tan Qing: "..."

never mind.

Finally, I recovered a little skill by sucking He Mingyu. It's not bad to be able to play, and I can't ask for too much.

In fact, this kind of trick is not a spell at all.

It's just the stuff that Tan Qing used to pass the time during the long time she spent cultivating in Laoshan.

Tan Qing shook her head, and gave orders with some disgust: "Tan Yiqing will cut me a mango, Tan Erqing will rub my feet, and Tan Xiaoqing will give me a bare-ass hula dance."

On the 1st, 2nd and 3rd, Tan Qingqing frankly performed his duties, and soon went to work.

Only the uncle Tan Qing, who was cocked, was eating mango and grapes happily.

Thanks to He Yao for reminding me.

Otherwise, he couldn't even remember that he had invented this kind of trick.

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It's a pity that the mountains are lonely, and I can't find a living creature for a long time.

Such a fun little trick has not been carried forward, only the little green snake who was grabbed outside the cave and turned over between his fingers as a flower rope to perform.

Tan Qing was enjoying the service on No. 1, 2, 3, and took out his mobile phone.

Just in time, I happened to see the WeChat message sent by He Mingyu.

Tan Qing crossed her legs and thought for a while, and then remembered what He Yao had just said to herself.

—If you want him to spend a lot more time than other people, then you should give him a call.

—Maybe he is thinking of you too.

Ugh.

You don't have to guess, He Mingyu certainly doesn't miss him.

Tan Qing stunned her head and held her mobile phone, poking a series of numbers one by one, and then slowly dialed the number.

The call went through quickly.

Tan Qing said in a crisp voice: "Crack, He Mingyu duck?"

The voice on the other side of the phone seemed to pause.

then.

There was a very gentle female voice.

The female voice is obviously not young anymore, but it is still very sweet and elegant from the voice line, it is the kind of voice that only appears in the big theater.

"Hello, is it Tan Qing? I am He Mingyu's mother, Liao Xian."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing was shocked by Liao Xian.

The spell fails.

Tan Qingqing, who was actively serving No. 1, 2, 3, disappeared without a trace.

Tan Qing froze for a while as if being called by the teacher, and then straightened her back subconsciously: "He, mother He...No, Aunt He, hello!"

Liao Xian's voice was extremely gentle: "You and Ming Yu are already together. If you want, you can call my mother with him."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing was so frightened that she almost slipped off the sofa. After staying for a few seconds, she whispered: "A, auntie, you misunderstood! Me, the duck that He Mingyu and I are not together yet..."

"Not together?"

Liao Xian frowned slightly and looked down at the drip on the hospital bed, like He Mingyu who had just fallen asleep.

The wound on the forehead has been wrapped in clean gauze, and a few faint red tinges leaked out over time.

The lip color is a bit white, and the eyebrows are frowned, as if he is always uneasy.

Liao Xian retracted his gaze, stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the ward, and whispered: "Mr. Tan...Although I, as He Mingyu's mother, may be biased to say this. But I still want to tell you that he just wanted to be with you. At the same time, he was beaten up by his father and had to be admitted to the hospital."

Tan Qing was taken aback, pursing her lips and said, "Hospitalized?"

Liao Xian's voice is still gentle and soft, but the person who retired from the high position has a clear guiding meaning: "Yes. Qingqing, I don't know if I can call you that way."

"You may not know Ming Yu's father. He is a very stubborn soldier. Ming Yu was injured in the head by his father for you, just to let his father, my husband, see you in the future. Time—give you the utmost respect."

"Although love may be a person's business."

Liao Xian turned around from the window.

Her proud son is lying quietly and haggardly on the hospital bed.

After a long while.

Liao Xian was sour and sighed softly, "But Mr. Tan, I still want to tell you instead of my son..."

"He does love you very much, you have to."