"No, don't." There were tears in his eyes, and the fingers on the door lock were trembling. The hand on the door lock was gradually withdrawn, and his hands were clutched together.

"I don't want to open it, don't open it." The first mutter, the last roar. The horror on his face turned to the last anger, "I don't want to see him!" ”

"Okay, okay, if you don't see it, you don't see it, you open the door first." The shallow old man was quietly relieved when he saw that he was leaving his mouth to speak.

And the shallow separation standing in the room, after hearing his father's words, the anger on his face gradually dissipated, and was replaced by a touch of pain.

She knew that she couldn't survive this state at all, her recent state was getting worse and worse, and she felt that she might not survive today.

"Father, I can't live today." Qianli said in a low voice, and his tone was distressing.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hearing Qianli's words, the old man was shocked, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more.

"Father, you also know my physical condition." Qianli turned around, looked at the bed that was specially arranged by her, and suddenly laughed.

"Shallow, shallow!" The shallow old man was very uneasy, and knocked on the door, but the door kept locking.

And the shallow away with his back to the door began to move. Step by step, my fingers followed the door, the table, and the mirror.

There was a blush on the pale face, and even a happy smile appeared on the face.

And at this moment, in the green screen studio with exactly the same model props as the 'Qianli' just now, the black-haired Qianli sat in front of the dressing mirror, his long hair draped behind the back of Qianli, and the tips of his hair reached the low end of the sandalwood stool where Cangli was sitting, almost touching the ground.

It is not an exaggeration to describe him as handsome, and his delicate facial features are like being kissed by God. I saw that his eyes were shining with glass, and those eyes were like having a soul, and all emotions could be revealed through those eyes.

The two images are replaced by the camera in the same position, the two sides are interpreted at the same time, and the final picture is composited, which is operated by the production team on the spot, and the pictures are cut and pasted together. At this moment, the picture presented in front of the director team outside is Qianli standing behind Cangli, Qianli looking at Cangli in the mirror, Cangli looking at Qianli in the mirror, the two of them are so sincere, and the two look at each other affectionately.

The eyebrows of the two were full of tenderness, and the corners of their mouths raised the happiest smile.

"If it weren't for me, who would take care of your hair?" Qianli looked at the 'Cangli' in the mirror, and a faint smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"I can do it myself." Although he said that, Cangli still had a smile on his face, and his eyebrows were full of tenderness, "Your hair is still so long, you have to take care of your hair more." Asari bent down and picked up the comb on the table.

"I'm going to comb it." Qianli said with a hint of mischievousness, and gently pulled his long sleeves, revealing his white wrist, but the hand finally stopped in the air.

Both smiles stiffened on their faces at the same time.

"I've forgotten how you ended up here now."

Qianli watched Cangli sitting on the sandalwood bench gradually disappear, and the loneliness on his face turned into grief.

The hand holding the wooden comb was trembling, and Qianli raised his head, and his eyes were already red. The hand that grasped the wooden comb slowly lowered. It seems that it is not just the hands that have been let go, not just the comb, but the life that has been put down.