Wen Ci was not annoyed, got up and patted the soil on his hands, and asked casually, "Where do you put this swing after you finish it?" ”

"There~" Han Siwen looked up at a certain place in the courtyard.

Wen Ci followed Han Siwen's gaze and said suspiciously: "Eh, didn't you say that you wanted to build a small shed and put your newly acquired DJ booth in that area?" ”

"That's right." Han Siwen blew the sawdust on the wooden board, pointed to the area and said seriously: "I think about it, the swing will be placed on the right side of the DJ booth, and a barbecue grill will be placed in front of it." In the summer, Abin and Lao Ji make skewers, I DJ, you play the guitar, and Xiao Yi is there singing while swinging. ”

"Tsk, it's perfect~" Han Siwen boasted to himself.

Wen Ci lay down on the lawn behind him casually, closed his eyes and said leisurely: "Don't be beautiful yet, I suggest you give the DJ booth an insurance this time, so as not to let Uncle Han drop it again." ”

"No, I've thought about this too, if my dad asks, I'll say you bought it. Anyway, my dad likes you so much, he won't drop your stuff. Han Siwen blinked his peach blossom eyes.

"Hey, you're letting me take the blame again." Wen Ci opened one eye and punched Han Siwen in the back.

"Hehe, we're brothers who grew up wearing a pair of pants, and we're just going to take the blame, don't be afraid, I didn't let you fight for me."

Han Siwen looked quite unbeaten when he said this.

Wen Ziteng straightened up his upper body, locked Han Siwen's neck, and pushed him to the ground.

"I'm not as cheating a brother as you~" Wen Ci stood up and clapped his hands in disgust.

Then, he swept the soil on his body and waved his hand: "Let's go~"

"Bye~"

Han Siwen picked up a piece of grass angrily, twisted his neck and said to himself: "I'll go, this guy's kung fu has grown again, and he is so heavy." ”

*

"Knock knock~"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Han Siwen's thoughts.

A moment later, someone walked into the dressing room where Han Siwen was wearing a work card.

"Teacher Han, it's time for you to come on stage soon, I'll take you to the waiting room now." The staff hugged the folder and said respectfully.

"Okay."

Han Siwen got up.

Finally, realizing that the phone was still on the phone, he tilted his head and whispered, "Wait for me for two minutes." ”

"Okay." The staff left the dressing room first.

Han Siwen took a deep breath, put the phone back to his ear, and said in a deep voice: "You're right, we can't always live in the past. ”

"But, Wen Ci, Xiao Yi can't go back, we... There's no going back. ”

"Also, I would like to advise you, don't be too confident. Other girls don't like me, can it be that they like you? ”

"Heh, if you have the kung fu to call me, it's better to study how to chase the girl, anyway, I won't take care of the past feelings at all when I start."

"I still have a show to record, so I won't talk to you about old relationships."

After that, Han Siwen hung up the phone without hesitation.

Wen Ci listened to the 'beep' sound on the phone, so he frowned and threw the phone away.

However, there was no sound of the phone landing in the room.

Nie Sen, who pushed the door in, accurately caught the mobile phone thrown by Wen Ci.

"Boss, this phone is very expensive." Nie Sen held the intact mobile phone and said helplessly.

"I've got you." Wen Zi blushed.

"What? Talking to Han Shao on the phone? Still is... Rejected by Miss Fang? Nie Sen looked at Wen Ci's face and guessed.

"You've talked a lot today." Wen Ci raised his head, his eyes like a torch.

“……”。

Nie Sen shut up knowingly.