[When Tian Jing woke up again, the room was only illuminated by a white light.

She seemed to be groggy and slept all night.

After Tian Jing sat up, he shook his drowsy head and tried to open his eyes. Only then did I find myself lying in bed and spending the day decadently.

Tian Jing glanced at the cold food on the table, and his mood was complicated.

She knew that her mother had come in. Let my mother see her decadent appearance again.

What time is it?

Tian Jing picked up his mobile phone and just lit up the screen, only to find that he had sent several messages to himself in the distance.

Out of curiosity, Tian Jing unlocked the lock and poked it directly.

[Drifting North: (Pictured) Is it pretty?] I drew a picture today and I think it's pretty good.

Do you like this?

I'm going to paint another one tomorrow, but I haven't found the material yet. Do you have a favorite picture?

If you don't mind, you can send it over. I can try to draw it. 】

Tian Jing clicked on the picture, only to find that this picture was a picture of the sun.

[Thorn: Oil painting? It's beautiful. 】

Tian Jing likes this painting very much, and she thinks this painting is really beautiful.

For some reason, she loved the bright red color.

It felt like there was a lot of hope.

[Drift to the North: I also think that the color of this painting is very beautiful, and the impact is quite strong. Do you like this kind of thing? 】

Tian Jing thought about it, but still went back.

[Thorn: Well, bright colors always give people a feeling of being in a good mood. 】

[Drift into the distance: Then I'll draw a sunflower for you tomorrow?] 】

Thorn: Give it to me? No. We probably don't know each other to this extent. 】

Tian Jing finally rejected the proposal to 'float into the distance' in the most direct way.

To be honest, she didn't know him well, and painted a sunflower for her? There is no such good person in the world.

[Drift into the distance: Haha, okay, then I'll draw a sunflower tomorrow for myself, and wish me a happy birthday! 】

Happy birthday?

Is tomorrow his birthday?

[Thorn: Happy birthday.] 】

After Tian Jing finished saying this, he turned off the screen and lay down under the quilt again. 】

"Stop, stop."

This kind of scenario is basically a one-time repetition.

In fact, it is the content of ordinary conversations.

"Alright, let's rest first. Continued in the afternoon. "It's almost ten o'clock after this one is done.

In fact, if you want to continue shooting, you can continue to shoot a few more.

But Zhou Ji was not very satisfied.

In the end, the reason for the morning is that the sun is a little full.

Although a black curtain was installed, there were curtains that were drawn up for the shooting.

White curtains with black curtains behind them.

There is no such curtain.

It's a bug, okay!

Chasing the perfect Zhou Ji will never allow this to happen in his own works.

So Zhou Ji waved his hand and took other pictures in the afternoon. Only the first and second articles were left, and the third article was directly deleted.

After Su Qianqing heard the card, he directly uncovered the quilt and quickly got out of bed.

"Oh, by the way, Xiaoqing, the male protagonist is next door, go get acquainted." Zhou Ji suddenly remembered something, patted his head, and shouted Su Qianqing before leaving.

"Familiar with the male protagonist?" Zhou Ji's words successfully made Su Qianqing stunned.

A trace of confusion crossed Su Qianqing's eyes.

Su Qianqing subconsciously picked up his mobile phone, looked at the 'drift to the north' on the screen, and was stunned for a moment.

Isn't it Mei Chaotian?

Only then did Su Qianqing realize that things might not be so simple, and ran directly to the next door in slippers. Looking at someone talking to the assistant director with a smile, Su Qianqing was surprised and instantly pleasantly surprised.