After wearing it for 18 years, it became the top trend

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There are a total of more than 30 children living in primary schools, and a dozen or so have been evacuated at this moment, and more than 20 are left with schoolbags, waiting anxiously on the other side for adults to pick them up.

The first few young lads who ran out, besides the martial artist, were the strong cameramen. They just got into the water after taking off their shoes, Song Yingdi and his assistant An He also rushed to keep up.

The small bridge was only a dozen meters long, and a dozen or so people waded across the water twice, and the huge group of children on the opposite side were successfully transferred to only three or four.

Qin Lang was agile, and he ran the fastest in the water. He had already put down the child in his arms before the others landed the second time, turned around and ran towards the opposite side again.

The water in the river has been rising rapidly, and now it is almost to the waist. He rushed to the other side and simply packed up the remaining three children, one on your shoulders, and two under your arms.

The people waiting on the shore were stunned when they saw this operation.

The staff and teachers who were already taking pictures took advantage of the only sliver of natural light to frantically press the shutter on the big, three, and little ones in the water.

Qin Lang carried the three children on his shoulders, and when he walked to the center of the stone bridge, the water had completely submerged his waist. The two children who were caught in their arms saw the rushing water under their feet, screaming in fright.

Fortunately, the three people who responded arrived in time.

One of them is Song Mo.

Qin Lang handed over the child to the three of them, took a deep breath, and was about to follow them to the other side when he suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look in the direction of the school.

wrong!

He remembered that when they left for the second time, there were four children left on the opposite side, why were there only three left just now?

What about another child?

He glanced at the dark playground, but he didn't see the child, but he didn't care too much, turned around, waded into the water and walked to the school again.

Song Mo walked a few steps with the child in his arms, and suddenly realized that something was wrong behind him. He turned around and saw Qin Lang walking towards the opposite side again.

The water had completely submerged the railing at this time, almost reaching the opponent's chest.

He frowned handsomely, and asked in a cold voice: "Qin Lang, what are you doing?"

His voice was loud, but because of the sound of running water and wind and rain, most of it was swallowed up. Qin Lang only heard it after calling twice.

The current became deep and fast, and he struggled to hold on to the railing, but he didn't turn around because of it. He continued to walk hard without turning his head and shouted: "There are still children who haven't come!"

The teacher on the shore probably finished counting the children, and shouted in panic, "One more! One more!"

Song Mo frowned, looking at the figure of Qin Lang walking retrograde alone in the flood, he quickly stuffed the child in his arms to the martial artist beside him, turned around and chased after him.

Seeing this, An He who was waiting on the bank shouted in fright: "Mr. Song, the water is too big, don't go over there!"

Song Mo replied, "I'll help!"

However, An He couldn't hear clearly at all, and saw the two of them, one in front of the other, gradually submerged in the rain and twilight.

The sound of wind, rain and water flowed endlessly, Qin Lang didn't pay attention to the movement behind him at all, he just wanted to hurry to the opposite side and find the child.

Using hands and feet, I managed to get to the school playground on the opposite side, which was much higher than the bridge deck. At this moment, the water also flooded my calf.He wiped the rain from his face, and shouted as he walked, "Little friend, where are you?"

It's just that the wind and rain were so loud that it easily swallowed his cries.

There are two buildings in the school, two small floors in the front, which are classrooms and offices, and a small bungalow in the back is the student dormitory and canteen.

The doors and windows of the classroom were locked, obviously no one was there, so he walked around the small building to the back.

Sure enough, I saw a little boy sitting on the windowsill of the teaching building, crying loudly.

"Little friend, why are you here?" Qin Lang hurried over.

The child was estimated to be less than seven years old. When he saw someone coming, he cried even louder. He pointed to the door next to him and said intermittently: "Mom... I didn't take the bear that Mom gave me."

Qin Lang nodded clearly when he heard the words, probably because his favorite toy was left in the dormitory, afraid of being flooded, he sneaked back to get it.However, the door of the dormitory was locked. Not only did he not get the toy, but also because of the flood, he could only climb up the window sill and dare not move any more. He was almost left here alone.

Qin Lang felt that the water was getting deeper and deeper, so he didn't dare to delay. He picked up the child and walked out. After walking a few steps, he bumped into Song Mo who was following him. Are you here too?"

"Let me see if there are any children left behind?"

Qin Lang said: "No more, just this one, let's go!"

Song Mo said softly, "Don't leave, it's too late."

"what?"

Qin Lang held the child in his arms, and walked quickly to the front of the teaching building to see that the water in the playground had reached his knees, and the flood on the bridge might have reached his neck. He gritted his teeth and held on to the railing of the bridge. He might be able to pass, but Certainly not with a child.

What's more, it was already so dark that it was too dangerous to wade into the water.

Song Mo, who followed up, said, "Let's go to the second floor first. No matter how high the water is, it won't flood the second floor."

The teaching building is slightly higher than the playground, and the first floor is just below the ankle at this moment.Such a small river will certainly not flood the second floor.

Since we can't cross the river, we can only go to the second floor and wait for the rain to subside and the flood to go down.

Qin Lang walked two steps with the child in his arms, and asked as if thinking of something: "Little friend, what does your little bear look like?"

The little boy gestured: "It's so big, put it on my pillow."

Qin Lang understood, and handed the child to Song Mo: "Mr. Song, take the child to the second floor first, and I'll get him something."

Song Mo took the child and turned around, and said as if thinking of something: "Hurry up!"

"I know." Qin Lang made an OK gesture, and quickly ran to the back of the dark small building.

Song Mo watched his disappearing back, and carried the child upstairs without saying a word.

This dormitory building is really shabby, and the old-style locks were used. Qin Lang pulled it off and it fell off. He quickly got into the room, found the little bear with the faint light, and did not forget to put the lock on when he came out.

When he went up to the second floor with the bear, he saw the child crying and squatting at the stairs, but Song Mo was nowhere to be seen.

Qin Lang handed the rescued little bear to the boy and said, "Here comes the little bear, don't cry!"

The child wiped his eyes, took his little bear and hugged him tightly, finally stopped crying, only a little sobbing remained.

After tossing around for so long, even Qin Lang, who is physically strong, was a little tired. He leaned against the railing of the stairs, wet all over, and asked the little boy, "What's your name?"

"Xiaojun."

Qin Lang nodded: "Then Xiaojun, do you like bears so much?"

Xiaojun sobbed and said, "My mother bought this for me when she went to work." Speaking of this, his voice became softer, "I haven't seen my mother for two years."

The economy in the mountainous area is backward, most of the young and middle-aged people live outside, and most of the children are left-behind children.Such a big child has not seen his parents for two years, and the little doll has become his comfort.

Qin Lang's heart was sour, and he couldn't help but think of his parents. He was only 15 years old when his parents passed away. It was no different from the sky falling, but he couldn't show it because he still had two younger brothers waiting to take care of him.Every time I miss my parents, I can only secretly sleep with my parents' photos alone.

He sighed softly, reached out and touched the child's head, and said, "Well, mom is working outside to make money, and she will come back to see Xiaojun when she is free."

Xiaojun nodded, looked up at him, and asked weakly: "Is it because of me that brothers can't cross the river?"

A child of six or seven years old naturally knew what mistake he had made, so his tone was filled with fear and sincerity.

Qin Lang smiled and said: "It's okay, it happens that my brother is a little tired, and we can go there after the flood subsides."

Seeing that he didn't seem angry, the boy finally felt relieved.

"Come in!" At this moment, a voice without any emotion sounded.

Qin Lang looked up, only to realize that Song Mo had been standing in the corridor at some point.

It's all because it's too dark.

He patted the child on the head and followed Song Mo into the house.

This is the school office. There are tables, chairs, cabinets, and two camp beds. They are probably used by teachers for their lunch breaks, but there is no electricity, and it is already dark at the moment.

Seeing Song Mo sending messages with his mobile phone, he snorted, "Teacher Song, are you still carrying your mobile phone? Can it still be used?"

"Well, it's waterproof. I'll message the crew and tell them not to worry."

Qin Lang nodded, looked at the torrential rain outside, and jokingly said: "Mr. Song, you said that if the flood really flooded the second floor, what should we do?"

Song Mo said without raising his head, "Cold salad."

Qin Lang: "..."

A gust of wind blew at the door, and he shivered. He bent down and touched the bottom of the child's trousers. They were all wet. Then he got up and patted the child's head: "Go and take off the shoes and pants."

The child nodded obediently, carefully placed the bear on the desk, and took off his wet sports pants and shoes.

Qin Lang opened a camp bed, found a bedding from the cabinet, and let the child get in.

Song Mo silently watched his smooth movements with the light of his mobile phone.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was too young, he would have suspected that he had raised a child as a father.

After taking care of the child, Qin Lang took off his wet clothes. When he took off his pants, Song Mo finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

Qin Lang said: "Take off your wet clothes, you should take them off quickly, it's still cold at night, don't catch a cold."

Song Mo didn't respond.

Qin Lang stripped himself naked, and then wiped the water from his head and body with his wrung out clothes. Seeing that the pestle was motionless in the darkness, he asked strangely, "Why don't you take it off?"

"I……"

Qin Lang seemed to think of something, and suddenly realized: "I know that big stars like you are very cautious, don't worry, it's just the three of us, and no one will secretly take your nude photos."

Song Mo: "..."

Then he sneezed several times in succession.

"Hurry up!"

Song Mo put down his phone without saying a word, and began to undress.

After tossing until now, it is close to seven o'clock, the sky is completely dark, and the room is almost invisible. Except for the vague outline of each other, they can't see anything clearly.

Song Mo wiped himself dry casually with his clothes, and the phone on the table suddenly buzzed.

In the mountains, the network signal was not good. Now in this rainy day, 4G has become 2G, and I can barely send and receive text messages.

He took it over and opened the newly received text message.

"The school teacher said that there are quilts in the cabinet, hot water in the corner thermos, lighters and candles in the drawer next to the corridor, and instant noodles in the cabinet under the desk by the window."

Upon hearing this, Qin Lang said, "I'm really hungry."

I haven't eaten dinner, and I've been tossing around for so long, so it's no wonder I'm not hungry.

He first touched the drawer next to the corridor, and found the lighter and candles from it.Power outages in rural primary schools are commonplace, and these things are presumably commonplace.

He lit the candles, and the dark room was suddenly illuminated by faint candle light.

Qin Lang subconsciously turned his head to look for Song Mo, but saw that the other party was standing in front of the cabinet, wrapped in a sheet at some point, and when he turned around, a quilt cover in his hand was thrown towards him: "Here you are!"

Qin Lang caught it quickly with sharp eyes, put it on his body casually, and used the light to find the thermos pot in the corner.

Song Mo frowned to see that he was wearing a loose quilt cover, which didn't cover the place that should be covered, and couldn't help but asked, "Can you wrap it up well?"

Qin Lang glanced at the film king who put the sheets on his body, showing the temperament of a male model, and asked inexplicably: "When is it, and you still pay so much attention?"

Song Mo coughed lightly: "There are children in the room."

Qin Lang glanced at sitting on the camp bed, looked eagerly at the two children, and then looked down at himself.

Although it is a boy, it seems that it is really not good.

He wrapped the quilt around his body, covering the parts that should not be exposed.

Thankfully, the two kettles still have more than half of the water in them.Qin Lang found a cabinet for instant noodles.

Hey, it's still in barrels, but unfortunately there are only two barrels.

Song Mo saw the two buckets of instant noodles he took out, and said, "You guys eat, I'm not hungry."

Qin Lang glanced at him: "It's really unnecessary? We must spend the night here, and we don't dare to sleep well. If we don't eat something, we won't be able to survive."

Song Mo: "I'm not that weak."

Qin Lang: "Okay, then Xiaojun and I will eat."

He whistled and soaked two buckets of instant noodles.

It was the first time Song Mo saw that being trapped by the flood was quite relaxing.

What an amazing guy.

Xiaojun was probably already hungry, and when Qin Lang unwrapped the instant noodles, he couldn't help swallowing.

A few minutes later, the lid was opened, and the aroma of instant noodles wafted into the small office.

"Xiao Jun, come and eat noodles!" Qin Lang waved to the boy who had been swallowing his saliva on the camp bed.

Xiaojun ran over with bare feet, obediently sat on the chair, hugged the noodle bucket, and began to eat.

Qin Lang happily sat down at another desk, opened the fork, glanced at Song Yingdi who was standing by the window watching the rain, and said, "Teacher Song, do you really want to eat?"

"Don't eat."

Qin Lang thought for a while, then simply hugged the noodles in front of him, and asked again: "Do you really want to eat?"

Song Mo frowned, and was about to continue to refuse, but he didn't know if he was stimulated by the smell of food, and his stomach grunted twice involuntarily.

Although the voice was small, but it was close at hand, so Qin Lang heard it naturally. He grinned and said: "Don't be hypocritical, we are half of us, eat something warm and replenish energy. Didn't you catch a cold just now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Mo felt his nose itch, turned his head quickly, and sneezed again and again.

"You really have a cold? Hurry up and eat."

Song Mo hesitated for a moment, and finally walked over with him, pulled up a chair and sat down.

Qin Lang put down the bucket and said, "Let me look for a lunch box?"

At this time, Xiao Jun, who was concentrating on eating, suddenly jumped off his chair, ran to the camp bed just now, took out a lunch box from his bulging schoolbag, and said, "Brother, I have a lunch box."

Qin Lang took it with a smile: "Okay, you can continue to eat."

Knowing that the film king is particular about it, he guessed that he didn't want to use other people's tableware. Qin Lang used a fork to divide half of the instant noodles into the child's iron lunch box, poured some soup, and then pushed the noodle bucket and fork to Song Mo.

Song Mo looked at him. He has been in the industry for so many years. He has a manager, an assistant, and an aunt at home. His life has always been taken care of comprehensively.But the care that is exchanged for money is completely different from the feeling of being taken care of now.

In fact, since he just came in and watched the other party take care of Xiaojun, he felt a subtle empathy in his heart, as if he had experienced being treated so calmly by others.

However, from the time he could remember when he was ten years old, he knew with certainty that he did not have this kind of experience.

His parents divorced a long time ago, and he has been living with his mother. Although his mother and stepfather can be called caring for him, they always feel separated, and he never even mentioned his life in city A before he was ten years old.After entering university, he became completely independent.

Because of this, he is used to keeping a distance from people, and he is unwilling to establish an intimate relationship with anyone.

But if this is the feeling, it seems that there is nothing wrong with being close to people.

But he quickly realized that his idea was too absurd, so he quickly suppressed it.

A box of instant noodles is divided into two portions, which is just a few bites for a big man.At least Qin Lang wiped out all the noodles with soup.

In fact, it is far from full, but the feeling that the body is warmed by the food makes people feel a wonderful sense of satisfaction.

He pulled a tissue from the table, wiped his mouth casually, saw Song Mo next to him still eating slowly, suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "Mr. Will eating a box of instant noodles together become the number one trending topic if it gets blasted on the Internet?"

Song Mo raised his eyelids and looked at him.The flickering candlelight seemed to cast a layer of soft light on people.

Song Yingdi is most praised for his "eye skills". Don't look at his deep black eyes, which are as cold as an ancient well without waves, but in the play, they can change ever-changingly, and a glance of affection for thousands of years is just easy to do.

Of course, the look in his eyes at the moment has nothing to do with affection.It's just that compared to the usual indifference, there is a kind of unusual gentleness, even with a little... nostalgia?

This look is so familiar, it almost perfectly coincides with the look that Xiao Jia looks at her every time.

Qin Lang was stunned suddenly.

Song Mo looked at him and said softly, "Well, you can try."

Qin Lang came to his senses and hurriedly said, "I didn't mean that, I was just joking."

Song Modao: "I mean, you can let people post it, it's not hype, it's a fact."

"No—" Qin Lang couldn't decide whether he was ironic or serious.

Song Mo said again: "However, I suggest you not to. You are a newcomer, and if you post this kind of draft, people will think you are just trying to get your attention."

Qin Lang smiled: "If you really want to publish this kind of manuscript, it's really just a joke."

Song Mo looked up at him again, and said, "You don't need to catch anyone's attention. With your qualifications and acting skills, you will become famous sooner or later."

Now it was Qin Lang's turn to be stunned.

Is the actor boasting himself?

He couldn't help but look out the window, it was pitch black, apparently there was no sun coming out from the west.

Qin Lang touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed: "Thank you."

Song Mo didn't speak any more, and lowered his head to drink up the noodle soup.

Qin Lang casually put away his box and threw it into the trash basket next to him.Xiao Jun also finished eating there, obediently threw away the box, and obediently climbed into bed, Qin Lang was afraid that he would stain the quilts of the teachers, so he took a paper towel and wiped his feet clean.

Song Mo watched all this silently, and suddenly felt that being trapped here tonight didn't seem to be very unlucky.

The little boy ate and drank enough, and soon fell asleep.

Qin Lang went to the chair and sat down. Seeing Song Mo picking up the phone, he let out a sigh and asked with a smile, "Mr. Song, do you want to take a picture?"

Song Mo said: "Well, it's rare to encounter such a thing, so keep a memory." He first took a picture of himself facing the light, and then squinted at Qin Lang, "Do you want to take a picture together?"

Qin Lang smiled and dragged the chair to his side, moved his head to his side, and gestured to the camera with the word yes.

There was a lone candle on the table, and the light was dim and dim, which could barely capture the appearance of the two of them.But it could be vaguely seen that they were two very handsome faces, and it could also be seen that they were wrapped in sheets.

Qin Lang smiled and said casually: "Do you think we are wrapped in quilts and sheets, don't we look like we just fell asleep together?"

His sleep is pure sleep, and it seems normal to him that two big men sleep.

However, Song Mo coughed twice violently as if out of breath, and then looked at him strangely.

Qin Lang noticed his gaze, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Mo turned off the phone and shook his head: "It's okay."

Speaking of sleeping, Qin Lang glanced at the clock on the wall.

I didn't know if I didn't look at it, but I was startled when I saw it. After all this tossing, it was almost nine o'clock before I knew it.

The wind and rain were still howling outside, so he set up another camp bed in the house, and said, "Mr. Song, you go to bed first, I'll just watch over, and call you if you need anything."

"No, you go to sleep, I'll take the bed, I won't be able to sleep."

"Recognize the bed? You have to live in different hotels when you are filming outside all year round. How can you sleep in the bed?"

Song Mo: "I will bring my own sheet, quilt cover and pillow."

Work and rest disorder, work pressure, most people in this industry have sleep problems.He has high requirements for the sleeping environment. When he is out of the house and has no conditions, he also brings his own bedding, and of course, medicine.

Qin Lang said in his heart that the film king really pays attention to it, if he were himself, he could just sleep on a floor bunk on the ground.

He thought for a while, and said: "If you can't sleep, lie down on the bed for a while, and when I get sleepy, you will watch the outside situation."

Song Mo didn't refuse this time, it's only nine o'clock, and there's still one night left, so it's time to recharge your batteries for a while, so as not to be overwhelmed later.

He wiped his hands and feet carefully with a tissue, and lay down on the camp bed.

Qin Lang took a book from the desk, and read it boredly by the candlelight on the desk.

The house fell silent.

Song Mo slowly closed his eyes, listening to the sound of wind and rain, as well as the sound of children talking and faintly flipping through books.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Lang suddenly heard heavy breathing.

He turned his head to look at the camp bed, and saw the man on the bed, curled up slightly, with his hands relaxed by his sides, looking like he was completely asleep.

Qin Lang: "..."

What about accepting the bed?

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