Song Minghui came to pick up Xiao Chen early the next morning, and from the perspective of outsiders, the two of them were already a couple, but as soon as others mentioned this matter to them, the two began to deny it.

Television station.

Training teacher: "Xiao Chen, your last note is a little longer"

Xiao Chen tried again.

Training teacher: "No, why didn't Xiao Chen do this last time, do it again."

Xiao Chen felt tired of singing, but he still tried to sing it again, but this time it was worse, and his breath was already unstable.

On the other side, a group of people in the dance studio were rehearsing dance and martial arts moves, and the dance teacher kept staring at Song Minghui until Song Minghui passed the test.

Xiao Chen was in the lounge, feeling very tired, lying on the sofa next to him and squinting, she didn't wake up until Song Minghui came in, Song Minghui watched Xiao Chen take off his clothes and put them on her, and after a while Xiao Chen woke up, but Xiao Chen was in a bad mood.

"The teacher said I sang badly, hey. I always feel bored. ”

"Maybe I'm not in shape today, let's go back and have a good rest, and it's okay to have rehearsals next week."

This week, Song Minghui sent a text message to Xiao Chen when he was fine: "Are you better, drink more brown sugar water."

Xiao Chen replied every time: "Well, don't worry, I'm fine."

The girl's aunt period male animal will not understand in this life.

This semester began the sketching class, outdoor sketching, last semester indoor painting still life, this semester outdoor sketching, the art teacher is also according to the different majors to choose different locations, for example, the Department of Architecture sketching will be arranged to the edge of the library in the campus woods, and when the environmental art sketching is arranged to the picturesque ancient buildings by the lake, the teacher is really well-intentioned.

Wednesday's sketching class of Huanyi, a group of people are like fleeing, carrying buckets with large drawing boards, painting boxes, as well as benches, flower stands, color palettes, there are really a lot of belongings, don't believe that the paintings in the TV series are so beautiful, the reality refers to the above, some people even wear aprons in order not to get dirty, and it is not the beautiful apron of the apron mother, it is the kind of vegetable market vendor who wears that kind of one-piece apron and even puts on the sleeves, and sometimes it is still that kind of flower apron, In fact, He Sheng and Song Minghui also wore this kind of apron when they went out to work, and the whole army of refugees.

Of course, the sketching of the art department still attracts a lot of boys and girls to come here to observe, after all, there are not a few majors that look like an emotional course, and the paintings are also pleasing to the eye, so they will receive a review of various groups of people from the whole school and even outside the school, and the girls are basically surrounded by boys, the more beautiful they are, the boys are surrounded by girls, there are three or five behind He Sheng, and Song Minghui is surrounded by a circle. The teacher of this kind of course is very relaxed, and he is an art major and does not need any guidance, and some students' paintings can be sold at a good price, so the teacher appears by name, and comes over every once in a while to take a circle of onlookers, and then comes to the end of the class roll call.

Some boys are more skinny, and the girls who are watching while painting ask for contact information, He Sheng is different, he is uncomfortable when there are many people, so he will find Song Minghui if he has nothing to do.

"You maintain discipline, and this circle is so enclosed that people can't draw."

Song Minghui looked at him: "Can you have some concentration, if Su Yang is behind you, then you won't be able to hold a pen."

He Sheng flew over with a pen.

Song Minghui laughed

"I'll see what you'll do if Xiao Chen is behind you, cut." He Sheng muttered.

The onlookers are not vegetarians, and the seniors are really unwilling to let go easily when they see the juniors, so Song Minghui is entangled.

Senior sister: "Is the junior a freshman?"

Song Minghui: "Oh, yes,"

Senior sister: "I'm from the Department of Economics, junior, my name is XX, can you leave your phone number?"

Song Minghui glanced back, and sometimes he didn't look up when he talked to him too much: "I still don't need it,"

Senior sister: "It's so hard that I'm not pretty, and my little brother can't look down on me?"

Song Minghui looked dazed, thinking in his heart: Are the senior sisters so direct?

"No, not that or anything, I... I just changed the phone recently and I can't remember. Song Minghui's face was full of black lines.

"Is that right, little brother? It's okay if you can't remember your own phone, I do. After speaking, he picked up Song Minghui's mobile phone on the painting box and dialed his own phone, the whole action was done in one go, without giving Song Minghui the slightest chance to react, He Sheng next to him was stunned, and there was a wave of coaxing next to him, and the senior sister twisted her ass and swaggered away.

He Sheng couldn't bear it anymore, so he found a piece of drawing paper with the words written on it

"You can watch in class, you can't talk to you"

It just so happened that the teacher came back, and the teacher saw this warning sign and joked: "This has happened before, but your class is estimated to have the highest charm value after I have taught, and this warning sign is the first time I have seen it!"

In contrast, the sketching of the architecture department is not so attractive, and there are several reasons:

Science and engineering are online, and I can't really see how to draw, so I have to use a ruler to measure.

The appearance is indeed almost good, although there is no shortage of Xiao Chen, but the onlookers are mainly girls, and the boys are their dishes.

The location is not good, they always draw the library in this corner, and the roof of the library is deformed by their brushes and paper.

So each major in the university has its own advantages.

The rehearsal on Saturday was very successful, the sound was recorded on Sunday, Xiao Chen returned to the same as before, and Song Minghui also played perfectly.

The first day of filming was basically filmed in the urban area, and they went to the TV station early in the morning to make up, Xiao Chen and Song Minghui got up early and caught the first bus before dawn, neither of them woke up, and there were few people on the bus who were asleep in a daze, Xiao Chen saw such a professional scene for the first time on the makeup table, and couldn't help but take a few more looks, but he still couldn't resist the attack of sleepiness, Song Minghui was also sleepy, except for painting eye makeup and opening his eyes, he closed his eyes at other times.

Twenty years old seems to be like this, can't sleep if you don't eat enough, who makes the body in the best condition.

The makeup position of the two of them was very far away, Xiao Chen was reluctant to open his eyes by the noise for a while, and there was a circle of people in Song Minghui's direction,

Makeup artist: "Little brother, your facial features are so good, you basically don't need to retouch your face."

Song Minghui smiled shyly.

Makeup artist: "I'm a good painter, the hood is just glued, you see, I rarely see such good skin." This is their usual evaluation of the makeup artist in their hands, and their evaluation is often not to the makeup person, but to the makeup artist next to him, and their usual expression compares the makeup person to a thing, such as "My eyebrows are drawing a little deeper, and your nose is shadowing a little bit." "Anyway, it's right to treat you as a thing.

As a result, this makeup artist told several other makeup artists that Song Minghui's facial contours were easy to repair and his skin was easy to put on makeup, but as a result, a circle of makeup artists came to observe, which made Song Minghui extremely embarrassed.

Xiao Chen looked at this side and didn't know what the situation was, and the next second he was broken by the makeup artist to paint eye makeup, makeup is always fast for boys, and the costume artist took over from the makeup artist and dragged Song Minghui to the dressing room to change clothes.

Xiao Chen's clothes are pullover dresses, which need to be worn in advance, for fear that the makeup will be damaged in case of damage.

Song Minghui is different, he is dressed in a cardigan costume, so the costume designer first threw him to the makeup team to draw first.

I have to admire the professional team is different.

After Song Minghui put on his clothes, he was arranged to the lounge. On the way to the lounge, Song Minghui accidentally saw the reflection in the glass, and was stunned, almost not recognizing who the reflection in the glass was.

Song Minghui was dressed in a sky blue moire gown, lined with white satin base, with a white moire embroidered bat pattern belt around his waist, a fake jade pendant made of cyan plastic on one side, wide cuffs on both sides of the body, and a long shirt on the lower body just covered the top of the feet, and the hairstyle on the head was different from the last performance.

Song Minghui looked at the shadow for a long time, came back to his senses, entered the lounge, and when he entered, he found that the room was full of young people, but they were wearing white clothes, the clothes were not too decorated, the headgear was simpler, and the makeup was simpler. Song Minghui's special dress is very eye-catching inside.

Xiao Chen's hair can be regarded as good, wearing a red dress, and his hair is still a very mature dress, I really don't know why the stylist let a college student toss like this.

Everyone was ready, announced to leave, as soon as Song Minghui came out of the door of the lounge, he saw that he was wearing a red dress in a coat, and he was carrying a pair of black high heels.

However, Song Minghui's style is amazing, thanks to the rest of the performers are from all walks of life, if this style is in the school, it will cause a sensation again.

The first place came to a park in the city, the most difficult thing to shoot was Song Minghui's dance scene, the scene was big, there were no drones back then, they all relied on the rocker arm, this scene was really not easy to shoot, Song Minghui also had to shoot a single shot, the tired Song Minghui was sweaty, and as soon as he shouted to stop the makeup artist to quickly make up his makeup, Xiao Chen's side is easier to shoot, that is, every point has to be filmed, one location runs to the next location, Xiao Chen is always running with high heels to the next location.

Big scenes are not easy to shoot, so Song Minghui only has two shooting scenes, one is in the park in the city, and the other is in the ancient city in the suburbs. Xiao Chen, but every location has to run.

Song Minghui finished filming early and came to the ancient city with the car with the equipment. I have already explored the ancient city, and I already know what is interesting and delicious.

Xiao Chen finally came back, although he was not very tired from shooting, but he was in pain from sitting in the car this day.

"Have you arrived? Have you eaten? ”

"Fast, hungry, tired, sleepy" Xiao Chen was so tired that he sent a message directly with a single word.

"I have prepared something delicious for you, tell me when you arrive, and I will go to you."

"Hmm."

Xiao Chen lay on the bed and didn't want to get up, Song Minghui came over and knocked on the door.

"Xiao Chen, open the door, have you eaten?"

"I... Not.. Close.. Door" Xiao Chen really didn't want to get up, Song Minghui pushed the door and saw Xiao Chen who was so tired that he was lying on the bed, although his clothes had changed, but the Republic of China style on his head was still there.

Song Minghui snorted and laughed,

"Why are you so tired, hurry up and I bought you a little shortbread, have you eaten? Shall I take you down to find something to eat? ”

"Lunch, I ate some lunch in the car, and I finally knew that this shooting was really physical work."

"It's very tiring, let's go, go outside, it's fun outside."

"Huh? I don't want to move. ”

"Oops, life is about tossing, go quickly."

As he spoke, he took the room card and dragged Xiao Chen out.

At night, the ancient city is less noisy during the day, and more shrouded in moonlight, and in late March, the spring breeze is still a little cool. But it can't always compete with the fiery heart of a young man.

This is an ancient town that has not been fully developed, with a history of 800 years, some positions of the city wall have been in disrepair for a long time, in a state of dangerous wall, so the city wall can not go up at night, there are many residents living in the city, in the evening Song Minghui still sees people coming and going, the scene of noisy market, at this time has been relatively quiet a little.

Song Minghui dragged Xiao Chen all the way, and Xiao Chen was dragging one step at a time.

"This house, which sells tofu during the day, is now closed."

dragged a few steps forward,

"This little shortbread you just ate was bought at this pastry shop."

Xiao Chen glanced up at the signboard with the word "pastry" on it.

"This is for ......" Song Minghui dragged Xiao Chen all the way, while introducing her to the scene of the noisy market he saw in the evening, as if he wanted to tell her everything he saw. Although Xiao Chen was very happy, his legs didn't obey, so Xiao Chen always wanted to find a place to sit.

"Oh, if I don't carry you, the good times can't be delayed, it's hard to come out and play, don't just think about sitting here." Song Minghui looked at Xiao Chen sitting on a stool on the side of the road, and stretched out his hand to pull her up.

"You wear high heels for a day and try it, your feet are about to break," Xiao Chen complained.

"Go outside the city wall in front, I'll carry you, I'll show you good things." Song Minghui squatted in front of Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen was stunned, although she had a very good relationship with Song Minghui, but he was a little embarrassed that he suddenly had to carry her.

Squatting in front of Xiao Chen with his back to him, Song Minghui saw that there was no movement, so he looked back: "Hurry up, hurry up."

Xiao Chen hesitated to lie on Song Minghui's back, leaning back to prevent his chest from sticking to Song Minghui's back, but this leaning back, Song Minghui was a little difficult to carry on his back, Song Minghui put his hands on Xiao Chen's legs, and then went up, Xiao Chen didn't grasp it steadily, put his hands around Song Minghui's neck, and his chest was directly attached to Song Minghui's back, Song Minghui suddenly felt the strangeness of his back, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, but this was not Song Minghui's intention, but it was true that he deliberately slowed down his walking speed, Visually measuring the distance of more than 100 meters, it was the feeling that Song Minghui had walked out of a century.

"Do you like watching fireworks?" Song Minghui asked Xiao Chen on his back.

"Well, I like it, I like it." Xiao Chen replied

"Then let's go and see!" Song Minghui put Xiao Chen down, and the two of them stood by the bridge of the moat.

"How can this be?" Xiao Chen looked around.

"I have!" Song Minghui took out two boxes of cold fireworks from his pocket, the kind that are very small and can be held in his hands,

Xiao Chen looked surprised: "Where did you get it?"

"I bought what I saw on the side of the road in the evening, and it can't be banned inside, so I brought you here."

Song Minghui lit a firework and lit the other few with the burning one, Xiao Chen held the firework in his hand and waved it, Song Minghui looked at Xiao Chen like this.

The young face was illuminated by the firelight, Xiao Chen was happy like a child, in Xiao Chen's eyes, Song Minghui saw the shadow of the firelight, like a star, flashing and flashing his heart.

Mottled old city walls,

In front of the ancient city gates,

Under the vigorous old tree,

The bridge stands for two.

Song Minghui looked at Xiao Chen intently, Xiao Chen's last two fireworks were about to burn out, I wanted to ask Song Minghui if there were any fireworks, but when I looked up, I found that Song Minghui was staring at him,

"Jingle bell", a bicycle bell rings, the resident residents here are still there, so there are occasional people in and out at night, the bridge is not wide, Xiao Chen is in the middle of the bridge, Song Minghui subconsciously dragged Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen was dragged by Song Minghui from his left hand to the arms of his right hand, his back against the railing by the bridge, and Song Minghui's hand also grabbed the railing behind Xiao Chen, so the two stood looking at each other.

The moonlight was sprinkled on the old trees, and the branches of spring had just sprouted, and most of the moonlight had fallen.

Xiao Chen stared at his eyes, his eyes were like stars in the night, with light, looking at his face, she liked this handsome face, but at this moment she was afraid and longed for what would happen next, just like a girl dating her first love, afraid that he would not come, but she was afraid of coming to Hu.

Song Minghui has already decided in his heart that this girl, if she really abandons him because of material things in the future, it can only mean that she has not been able to give him a superior life, and it can only mean that she does not have enough survivability, after all, it is similar to the lion antelope when choosing a mate, and it depends on which side wins, if she really abandons me because of material, it is the correct guidance of Darwin's biological evolution theory, but now if he doesn't say it, it may be the eliminator of Darwin's biological evolution theory. Song Minghui, then you are too embarrassed.

He stared at Xiao Chen in front of him holding the railing behind her with his right hand, the advantage of height trapped him in a circle surrounded by his hands, Xiao Chen was like a prey in his cage, waiting for him to step forward, he slowly lowered his head, and could already hear the nervous breathing from the other party, the rhythm of that breathing was exactly the same as the reaction after Xiao Chen kissed his forehead last time in the conference center, Song Minghui moved his hand from the railing to her waist, because he found that Xiao Chen may have been afraid or instinctively stepped back, and she held her chin with her other hand.

Xiao Chen could already feel his breath, short and rhythmic, and there was a blazing temperature in it, it felt like a fire in front of him, and he instinctively leaned back, who knows where the hand held her waist, so that she couldn't retreat.

Under the shade of the trees, in the moonlight, the night here is so quiet, but there is always something out of place, a group of young men whistling in twos and threes with flashlights and riding bicycles, the two who were about to kiss and fall in love suddenly heard this group of noisy voices whistling by, and instantly separated like an electric shock, and stood with their backs to the flow of people like two children who had made a mistake.

A group of people passing by saw this scene in a trance, and shouted behind the car: "I'm sorry to disturb you, you continue, you continue!"

Song Minghui in his heart: This brother, such a beautiful scene has been destroyed by you, you continue to try!!

The flow of people disappeared into the city gate like lightning, and the fish in the moat crossed the water, and the splash made a small sound, and the ripples spread out in circles.

I don't know how to resolve the embarrassing atmosphere, Song Minghui really wanted to say something like the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, but it was too vulgar to say it.

Xiao Chen spoke: "Look at that fish jumping out of the water."

Song Minghui rubbed his hands nervously: "Oh, yes?"

Xiao Chen pointed to the ripples in the water: "Look at the ripples!"

Yes, although the two of them did not succeed, there were already ripples in their hearts, who knew that there was not a turbulent undercurrent under this ripple.

On the way back, the two rarely talked all the way,

"Does your foot still hurt?"

Xiao Chen shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore,"

"I'm wearing it when I'm shooting tomorrow, and I'm going to change into flat shoes when I'm not shooting."

Xiao Chen nodded obediently: "Hmm."

"How many games do you have tomorrow?"

"I should be the scene of the ancient city, I'll end it after filming, you don't have to have several places?"

"I don't know, let's go along anyway."

"Then I can't accompany you, pay attention to yourself, I'll go back to school and wait for you."

Song Minghui deliberately distanced what he was waiting for you to say from the front.

Xiao Chen lowered his head and smiled shyly, the two of them walked slower and slower, as if they wanted to leave time at this moment, and only the ambiguous stage in love may be the most exciting and heartwarming time.

The next morning, everyone came early to make up, set, Xiao Chen's morning shooting in the ancient city, after the filming will be special, Song Minghui's shooting today is only in the ancient city, but Song Minghui's scene shooting is troublesome, so it was almost late in the afternoon to end work.

Xiao Chen ran around, although there were many places, but each place was relatively fast, and he finished work after dinner.