Rong Yi is on fire

Rong Yi is on fire.

With overwhelming entertainment news, various video software, and Weibo headlines, he frequently appeared at the award ceremony, and his double eyelids have become three eyelids. His fans are very lazy, and they directly named it Rongyan.

She looked at all kinds of videos and photos on his Internet, and his temperament was still familiar, but she was a little emaciated. The crow's feet under the eyes are very deep, especially when you are thin. She sometimes comments under his news and is always more than 100 likes on his stream. There are often private messages asking her to join the fan base, but she silently refuses.

Auntie, I'm not like you, I grew up watching him. Where he didn't know.

She had already said that he would definitely become an excellent performing artist.

At that time, he would still be shy, close his eyes, and shake his head back slightly, that action, she can always remember clearly.

The crew's car drove away for three days and drove back. It turned out that I went to another place to shoot and got a lot of supplies, and this time I planned to stay permanently. It's all from the children, and they're all familiar people by now.

The crew, both men and women, are used to putting candy in their pockets for the sake of these children. Their bearded director bought meat for the children this time. There is no special cook in the school, but the daughter-in-law of the village chief makes a good frying spoon. The children's mouths were full of oil, and the happiness in their eyes made her cry. It's just that I didn't see Rong Yi. She guessed that he must have finished filming and would not come.

She knew she was faintly disappointed.

Two days later, early in the morning, before she got up, she heard the basketball hoop outside the window, clanging non-stop. She got out of bed and pushed open the window to see Rong Yi holding the ball, standing under the basket, grinning at her. And when the sun was rising, it shone upon his back, and it was as if his hair were brimmed with gold.

She remembered that she was still unkempt, and banged the window again.

I heard him laugh a little.

She laughed too.

After washing and putting it away, he pushed the door out, and he stood outside the window against the wall, slapping the ball on the ground, as if waiting for her.

He wore a pair of light blue sweatpants, and every time he slapped the ball, the dust on the ground covered his trouser legs. He didn't seem to care much, though.

If Ren Yan is cold, Rong Yi is a little shy.

He pointed her to a place.

A net pocket with all sorts of balls in it. Basketball, volleyball, football, and even a few badminton rackets and a few bucket balls.

His face was red and white because of exercise. Because he lowered his eyes shyly, his eyelashes cast a shadow on his face.

When she came up the mountain, she rarely spoke except for lectures and children. It's like the function of talking has degraded. She walked over and crouched down to touch the balls.

Thank you.

You talk less than I do.

She had her back on her back. The feeling in her heart made her a little afraid. Because she found herself waiting for him to come back.

She realized that she was actually very inauthentic, and she knew that she wanted to see his face more than that.

I think you're going to be a good actor in the future, what do you call a performing artist?

What do you mean?

She knew he had misunderstood.

No.

She quickly turned away.

I don't mean that, I watched you act, and I think you will be able to do it in the future.

Her clumsy thanks sounded almost misunderstood at this point.

He stood across from her, looking at her anxious explanation with teasing eyes. The smile on his lips came out little by little, warm and bright. It's so beautiful.

He really looks a lot like his brother. But the senior brother is rarely so bright, he is deeper than him, and he can always calm her at a glance. She stared at him intently until she realized her gaffe.

Rong Yi's expression became serious. With doubts, and unhappiness. He quickly passed the ball between his hands a few times, didn't say anything, and turned away.

She felt sorry.

He brought the best gift to the child early in the morning, but she was only immersed in her own world, and she abruptly surprised his good intentions. Her performance just now must have made him feel disrespected. She watched his back from afar, but didn't know how to make up for it.