Those who have been with you for a long time are not like passers-by who meet in Pingshui, nor are they like your friends who appear in your life at a certain time or moment, stop and leave, they are the most loyal close friends without hesitation. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It could be your family, it could be your lover, maybe it was your children.

No matter which one it is, we need to cherish it, because for anyone, a short life is more wonderful because of their company.

The softer mattress made Qin Guan fall asleep faster.

And the person he misses has already embarked on his own rhythm.

In the early morning of the next day, Qin Guan, who had no dreams all night and was refreshed, walked into the crew's canteen with a yawn, and refused very kindly when facing the Western-style breakfast handed over by the logistics master.

The Hong Kong actors who had already gathered on the side, Wu Junru, the most enthusiastic among them, opened his mouth: "Qin Guan, pretty boy, why don't you eat, there is no guarantee of food during filming, if you don't eat well.."

Before she finished speaking, Sister Xue, who was dressed in civilian clothes, walked back from outside: "Buy it, eat it while it's hot!" ”

A simple bento box contains a small wonton with a beautiful soup and a plastic bag with raw fried buns stained with sesame seeds and shallots.

When you come to Shanghai, if you don't eat an authentic Shanghai breakfast, isn't that equivalent to coming for nothing?

In the soup made from the large bones hung with lard, the small wontons that are crystal clear rise and fall inside, and the red of the thin shrimp is revealed from the skin.

The oily fried buns, with a unique crispiness, reveal their pure meat filling after biting into it with a constant flow of juice.

Three wontons were blunt, and one was fried, and before Qin Guan came back to his senses, this became his last breakfast.

Because the rest of them have been unceremoniously taken to the table where the actors gathered, Zhou Xun, who had just gotten up unceremoniously.

"You're welcome, everyone, come and try it, authentic Shanghai Xiaolong."

The helpless sigh, accompanied by Sister Zhou Xun's big smile, this dangerous smile made Qin Guan's scalp numb for no reason.

seems to have seen the little tricks of this actor, and also saw the most fearless resistance of a little fresh meat, this sister Zhou who drove a tractor and a motorcycle, and the pale struggle of Qin Guan opposite her, in her eyes, is nothing.

This phenomenon is also reflected in the increasing number of rivalry between two people.

Qin watched Zhou Xun in the play, in the collision between the two people, the tension of the other party became stronger and stronger, and he knew that this strong man in acting skills finally revealed her hideous minions.

That's right, this level is the strength of a first-line acting actress, and those repertoire that were guided by Qin Guan at the beginning finally became an evenly matched competition.

The people behind the camera began to cheer for every wonderful moment for no reason.

Because of the wonderful performances of these two people, the other members of the crew were also full of enthusiasm for no reason, and in less than a week, all the scenes belonging to Shanghai were over.

Director Chen directed the crew members to pack up their things, and at the same time contacted the collective to go to the capital.

The last overall plot of the whole play is completed in the courtyard by the moat of the capital.

And the anti-old scenery over there has long been prepared for them.

A dilapidated warehouse like 798 stood tenaciously on the edge of the frozen moat.

There are old cotton jackets, military coats, enamel jars and old food stamps, thick sweaters, and red five-pointed stars, which are the most typical features of that era.

And in this rather vicissitudes of the venue, there are memories that belong to the hero and heroine.

In the basement, the red slogan "No parking bicycles" makes everyone seem to see the red, dedicated, materially scarce, and newly awakened China.

At this time, Qin Guan was wearing a green sweater woven from thick wool twisted with flowers, a gray cotton jacket draped outside, and a People's Liberation Army bag diagonally, and appeared in front of everyone.

'Poof'

"What is this, pretty boy, you are really willing to do this drama!"

On the bridge of Qin Guan's nose, there was a most old-fashioned framed glass, as if it was possessed by the teaching director, and he walked in with a cower.

The temperature on the side of the honeycomb coal stove must be two degrees higher, regardless of Qin Guan, who didn't care about it, he squatted next to the iron stove in one vertical step.

He picked up the iron hook next to him, and took it out to light the ashes, so that the big stove burned a little more vigorously.

"Who is looking for this prop, the cotton here is all dead pimples, and it is not warm at all!"

Zhou Xun on the side, now without any image, copied his two hands together like a landlord's old wealth, held them on his chest, and replied to Qin Guan's complaints: "Be content, you just look at me, the clothes they found for me are still mohair, naked and clothed, they are all piercing!" ”

Qin Guan looked up in response, and immediately lowered his head and shook his shoulders.

The current Zhou Xun, with a head of bubble noodles and a hot wire-like shape, is simply miserable.

She was wearing a big red sweater and a messy purple skirt, and she looked at each other with Qin Guan, who was also local.

'Poofha! ’

Qin Guan, who was laughing and laughing, stretched out a small hand in his ear for no reason, and touched the sideburns of his glasses.

This is Zhou Xun's hand.

Qin Guan, who was a little vigilant, subconsciously turned his head over, but stopped resisting under Zhou Xun's shout.

"Don't move! There is cotton wool! ”

The hand, which was a little cold in the winter, touched Qin Guan's cheek like a feather brushing it.

It lingered in his sideburns for a few moments, and suddenly it covered his face.

The reflection of the temperature made Qin Guan's head deviate again, but that hand followed him unabated.

Finally, the eyes raised in surprise collided with the pair of big and agile apricot eyes.

wants to talk and rest, a lot of sorrow, that kind of eyes that contain too many meanings, so that Qin Guan, who has experienced the joys, sorrows and sorrows of others many times, can't see clearly.

An ambiguous atmosphere passed out of Zhou Xun's hand, but when Qin Guan was about to get up and leave immediately, her hand was taken off his cheek in time.

"Look, cotton, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Qin Guan subconsciously looked at the white fluff in the little hand in front of him, clumsy, his poor low-level emotional intelligence was no longer enough to support his current thinking.

"I didn't expect that the cotton wool is really white, like a dandelion in spring, and the light fluttering is always accompanied by romance.."

Zhou Xun's voice is getting lower and lower, and the hoarse smoke voice adds a bit of sexiness for no reason. (To be continued.) )