When he returned to the rats with the marked hand, the personnel were all finishing work one after another, except for the previous one, and then went to shoot dozens of swallows' one-man shows, fortunately, the swallows were professional and not worrying at all when shooting.

Matcha saw him from a distance, and jumped over with a look of anticipation:

"Signatures, signatures, signatures?!"

Li Yao stretched out his hand to show her.

"Ahh The matcha girl's expression was suddenly disillusioned, and she let out a heart-rending scream, and once again lay on the ground and kicked her legs like a splash: "My signature, signature!"

Swallow: "Don't play a scoundrel for me, get up." ”

Matcha got up from the ground, looked at Li Yao's hand, and muttered:

"If you just peel off a layer of skin, you should be fine."

"Why don't you pick your own face?" said Swallow bent her hand and tapped her on the head.

Matcha covered her head and shrank: "But I really want to sign it, I have already posted on Moments that I will get Yang Ming's signature today, everyone is waiting!"

"Then you take a picture and pretend it's your own hand!"

Matcha had no better way, so she could only agree, let Li Yao's palm face the camera, pose in the back, pouting and squeezing her eyebrows, took more than a dozen photos before she was satisfied, picked the one with the best effect, sent it out, and then happily held her mobile phone to read the comments.

The mouse came over: "Hey, hard work today, please go down to the restaurant." ”

Li Yao: "It's okay, it's still going to be in the future, it's not too late to wait until the filming is over." ”

The mouse pointed to the back: "My mother has seen this kind of pomp for the first time, I have to invite you to dinner, don't shirk it, come on, come on." ”

The group had to choose a restaurant, and the mouse asked for two bottles of sea blue, and said while pouring wine for everyone: "Drink some of this first, and when I am developed in the future, buddy, please you and Dream 7!"

The mouse's mother kept laughing: "Son, I think you're already very good now!" Then he stood up with the water: "You have worked hard today, thank you, I thank you on behalf of Zhicong!"

The people at the table all stood up with hula and hurriedly said that they didn't dare to do it, and the old man sat down.

Since the elders were on the table, everyone was not so open, and most of them took out their mobile phones to play.

Li Yao had no choice but to break the silence: "Then, I will first wish my aunt good health and all the best!"

began to toast, the atmosphere gradually became lively, everyone talked and laughed, and also built a group to grab a burst of red envelopes, considering the elderly, after eating, it was over.

The rat held his mother and walked slowly. There are not a lot of lights on the street, and the signboard on the street is faint. Although it was already dark, there was a faint red light, because there were a lot of war scenes in Hengdian, and the smoke from those explosives could not be dispersed, and it was obvious when it was reflected by the lights.

In the distance, the tune of a square dance was heard, and the drums and rhythms were unusually clear.

The old man's eyes are not very good anymore, and now it is dark, and he can't see clearly, but fortunately, his son is by his side, which is really good and reassuring.

"Those people, are they all back?"

"Yes, Mom, I'll take a walk with you and eat less. ”

"Those are all good boys, two acting, and they are also handsome. She patted the mouse's hand.

"Of course people are good people, I'm the director, and the people I picked, can it be bad?"

"Alas, yes, Zhicong is really capable. I don't know if the cat is at home. ”

The elderly have always had pets at home, cats and dogs constantly, and although the mice are not at home, they often hear the elderly mention it when they call.

Originally, cats and dogs were raised, and the year before last, the second aunt gave the old man a teddy, a mother, who was particularly noisy and smart, and jumped and pounced when she saw someone, and would hide the meat under the bed.

But it was precisely because it was so noisy that he ran out one day and was killed by a car. Listening to his fiancée Wang Linru, the old man wiped his tears for several days, and when he was eating, he would think that the teddy was still there, and he wanted to throw the bones to the ground, and when he remembered that he was gone, he would cover his heart and be sad.

The mouse also saw the dog once, when he came home for the New Year, the dog was afraid of the sound, and when the whip was released, he was so frightened that he hid in the shed and barked mournfully, shaking and spinning, and the mouse thought it was interesting, so he took a few photos of a fluffy ball, and it looked like a fake.

Now the photo is still in the phone, this short-lived puppy has left a few photos after all, and the mouse will be sad to see it occasionally.

Since then, his mother has never had a dog, only a cat.

"Is that cat the same as last time?"

"No, I hugged another one, the wild last time, I ran away, it's still the big cat before, I'm not afraid of people at all"

She babbled.

Her cat has always had no name, unlike a dog, called Xiaobai, called Qiuqiu, called Huahua, the cat is a cat, and when she shouts and eats, it is also called "cat come-cat come".

"Don't want to get another dog?"

"If you don't raise it, if you don't raise a dog, it hurts my feelings, I'm too old to afford it. ”

After walking for a while, the roller shutters of the small shops on both sides of the road were pulled down.

"Let's go back. The rat said.

"Hey. I don't know what about cats," she was still worried.

"The cat is fine, the cat can take care of itself, and isn't Wang Linru here?"

"She's not always there, a girl who hasn't passed the door yet, and she is at someone else's house all day long, and she doesn't talk like that. By the way, Zhicong, I see that you will go back this year and get married to her!"

The mouse awkwardly said: "I'm not going back, Mom, you didn't see it, how good I was outside!"

"You little, I know you don't think she's good-looking, but that heart and eyes are really good, really. ”

The rat stopped squeaking.

"Are you out of the woods, you just want to find a beautiful one? like today's one? Wear so thick, crazy, you can't ask for it!"

Mouse: "Why can't I find a nice one?"

The old man saw that his expression was serious, and his chest was full of anger: "You, do you know who is serving me at home? If it weren't for Linru, I would have died a long time ago!" Do you know?"

The mouse saw her covering her chest, hurriedly stroked her back, and said, "Mom, you can dissipate your anger, I'll marry, can't I marry, go home and eat some heart-saving pills." ”

"You!" The old man couldn't talk anymore, he was hungry by rats, and climbed to the fifth floor step by step.

And on the sixth floor, Yanzi is pulling Li Yao's play for tomorrow.

"Hey, Bai Feng!"

"White maple?"

"White"

"It's still not good," Yanzi rolled the script into a cylinder and patted it gently in his palm, "It's still too contrived, you have to express it more naturally, the lines on the script are not texts, no one wants you to make a single mistake, especially onomatopoeia, you can choose to replace it yourself." ”

Li Yao rubbed his temples and understood Yanzi's words, "Let's do it again." ”

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"White maple!"

The person in front did not react.

"White maple?"

Still no response.

Pickled radish flinched a little, he was right behind him, so close to the distance, he must be able to hear it, even if it was like this, he still ignored himself, was it deliberate?

“”

Forget it, maybe he was distracted, and the pickled radish walked up to him, and his tone was still enthusiastic:

"Morning!"

Bai Feng noticed him, he should be greeting himself, so he nodded.

It's a cold reaction, so it was really deliberate just now, it didn't make sense, but yesterday I was obviously very good to get along with, and I handed him a tissue.

He's a sensitive person, and he can't help but speculate. At this time, Bai Feng's ears were still playing yesterday's qiē, and the meaningless and unnutritious dialogues of the students around him were always so annoying, and the boy who cried yesterday suddenly appeared in front of him also made him unhappy.

When he arrived at class, the first class was chemistry, but what he heard was English.

But it won't affect him too much, looking at the teacher's face, making a conscious expression when the teacher is excited, bowing his head and holding a pen to draw when the teacher realizes the four sweeps, looking at the same table for exercises, and deducing the question number from the number of people in front of him when the problem is called.

My English scores have always been the worst in several subjects, not because of self-study is not enough, but because of listening, no matter how I can not improve, every time I listen, Bai Feng is all right to fill in an answer from beginning to end, in fact, the probability like this is higher than those who choose three long and one short choice.

He propped his head in one hand, and his eyes naturally fell on the back of the front table, slightly arched, and the large school uniform hung a few long folds in the loose places.

What is the name of pickled radish, and what is the real name under the nickname of pickled radish?

He thought about it for a while, but he never thought about it, so he gave up, and it didn't matter otherwise.

Every night, he would walk through a long underground passage home, and he knew that besides him, pickled radish would also go that way, but he didn't expect that this time, he was waiting for him.

The other party didn't say anything, but he walked over and started walking, obviously wanting to go with him.

Anyway, it doesn't matter, just walk together and walk together. The sound in my ears was still the same as last night's voice, and the empty passage echoed the footsteps of my own person.

Tomorrow night, I should hear the footsteps of two people, which seems to be good.

The disastrous light, the gray end, the small advertisements on the walls, the flying insects hitting the lamps, tinkling in vain.

He thought that there was nothing, just the difference between another pair of footsteps, but he didn't expect that the parallel from then on would become a habit and tacit understanding, not speaking, but knowing that someone was by his side.

This walk is hundreds of nights and nights.