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Qin Lang nodded his face, but what he was thinking in his heart was that, of course, the film king can not care about fans' comments, but he is a newcomer who is going to develop in this industry, so it's okay if he doesn't understand fan terminology.

In the future, he still has to Baidu these incomprehensible comments and do his homework.

What he doesn't know is that not long after, when he earnestly understands the so-called CP attack and AO by fans, he will point to the comment today and ask the actor Gao Leng actor AX what the little milk dog O means. thing, how regretful?

Of course, this is a story.

And as long as you are not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

At this time, Qin Lang, who had no idea that he had asked an embarrassing question, thought about it and asked curiously: "Mr. Song, why did you post that group photo? Aren't you afraid of affecting your perfect image?"

Song Mo glanced at him, and said in a low voice: "You think too much, I have nothing to do with Perfection." Then he changed the subject, "When you get up, go to eat quickly, you didn't eat at noon, the restaurant is specially for you Keep one."

"Oh."

So the movie king came here to tell him that the restaurant reserved food for him?

Qin Lang watched Song Mo turn and go back to the room, stroking his messy hair, confused.

The walking iceberg is so enthusiastic for a while, it's strange that people are not used to it.

The crew helped the rural primary school transfer the children trapped in the flood, and found that one was missing in time, and successfully rescued it.Not to mention that the actor Song Mo was trapped overnight because of this unlucky child, even if there is no actor involved in this incident, this news is quite worth reporting.

Many reporters could not wait to go to the mountains for interviews, but Lin Zixin did not want to be disturbed, so he declined all the media.

However, this does not affect Qin Lang's popularity on the Internet for several days. Even if the popularity of the Internet is only a flash in the pan, netizens are always the most forgetful creatures, it does not prevent his fans from 30 to one million. mark.

This is Qiu Yue from City A. She didn't expect it at all. Looking at the popularity of the Internet these days, Chun Huamei is so happy that she can't see her teeth, and there are a few fine lines around her eyes.

Could it be that Qin Lang is really Ziwei Xing?

She has been in this industry for nearly 20 years, and she knows very well the reason why Xiaohong depends on her success.And opportunity is like metaphysics. The Qin Lang I knew 18 years ago had the same qualifications as any popular niche, but he only served as a stand-in for three or four years, and finally disappeared.Now this little Qin Lang hasn't broadcast a single work, and he hasn't spent any money on marketing. He can be searched twice while filming in the mountains.

A top-tier celebrity like Song Mo even referred him twice, giving him enough heat.

By the way, didn't this guy say that Song Yingdi was too high and cold to see him?

This is called not waiting to see?

Obviously waiting to see you very much.

As a hardcore star-chasing girl, seeing the single photo of Song Mofa wrapped in a quilt, the genes that have been sleeping for a long time can't help but want to move.

Qin Lang naturally didn't know what Miss Chunhua, who was far away in City A, was thinking about these days.

His play has already finished, and for the remaining three or four days, he will spend every day watching other people's performances, mainly Song Mo of course.

Ever since spending the night with Song Mo, I don't know if it's because of adversity (friendship), he obviously feels that Song Yingdi's attitude towards him is much better than before.

It's just that before he had time to feel the friendliness of Song Yingdi, the shooting in the mountains officially ended.This also means that they have to bid farewell to the life in the mountains for more than half a month.

The night before the return trip, the farmhouse slaughtered chickens and sheep. The crew ate a big meal. After eating and drinking enough, everyone went back to their rooms early to rest and recharge their batteries, waiting for the return to the feasting and feasting city life tomorrow.

Qin Lang was packing his luggage when there was a sudden knock on the door.

He walked over to open the door, and saw Song Mo standing outside, slightly surprised: "Teacher Song, what's the matter?"

Song Mo coughed lightly: "It's nothing, I can't sleep early, so I just walk around."

Qin Lang nodded, and sincerely suggested: "Then you should really try to buy a camp bed, you slept so well that night."

Song Mo: "..." Inexplicably, I felt a little backache.

Seeing that he was standing at the door with no intention of leaving, Qin Lang asked, "Do you want to come in and sit?"

Song Mo entered the room, looked around the room, his eyes fell on the suitcase on the ground, and asked, "Are you packing?"

Qin Lang: "Well, just change and wash some clothes."

Song Mo asked again: "Why doesn't Mr. Qiu give you an assistant?"

Qin Lang didn't care much and said: "She said that she asked me to bring an assistant, but I haven't made any money yet. Besides, there are people who take care of food and clothing and wash them. There is really nothing that needs the help of an assistant."

He tidied up the suitcases, zipped them up with a slam, and placed them by the wall, his hands and feet were so dexterous.

Song Mo didn't continue this topic, but instead asked: "You only need to make up three scenes when you go back, right?"

Qin Lang nodded: "Well, they are all literary dramas, quite simple. The director said that we will make up the filming separately, so that no one's time will be wasted. My drama is enough for two days at most, and yours may be a little more."

Situ Fei and Han Wang had only three scenes in the same frame, and it was indeed very simple. As long as the new actors don't make any fuss, they can finish it in two days.

Of course, he and Song Mo staggered the reshoots, which meant that after returning from here, he probably wouldn't be able to see this first-line celebrity.

In the same crew, although the other party is a first-line actor and he is just a newcomer, he is also a serious colleague.But after leaving this crew, the two of them were flying in the sky while the other was still crawling on the ground, and there was a huge gap in the world.

He touched his head and said with a smile: "Now we're done, and when we see Mr. Song next time, we have to wait for the movie to be released for promotion, right?"

Song Mo was noncommittal, looked at him, and said abruptly, "Do you need my WeChat?"

"Ah? Did you mean to add WeChat?" Qin Lang was stunned for a moment before he realized, "If it's convenient for Mr. Song, of course I would like to leave your contact information."

Song Mo took out his phone and opened his WeChat QR code.

When Qin Lang held up his mobile phone to scan the QR code, he wrote lightly: "Although I don't know if there will be any opportunities for cooperation, it can be regarded as a circle. If you need help, you can find me."

Qin Lang: "??"

Am I right?

He looked up at him in astonishment.

Song Mo still had a careless expression. Seeing that the other party had scanned the QR code, he lowered his eyes and passed him by, saying, "Okay, don't bother me anymore, you can rest."

Watching the other party go out, watching the door slowly close, Qin Lang finally reacted.

Song Yingdi took the initiative to let him add WeChat, and even said that he can find him if he needs help.

Based on what he knew about Song Mo, he was sure that the other party was definitely not someone who would say polite words to others.

Thinking of this, Qin Lang looked down at the phone.

Song Yingdi's WeChat is his name, and his profile picture is a landscape photo he didn't know whether he was afraid of or downloaded from the Internet.He clicked on the avatar, and there were no notes or labels, and the circle of friends was even more empty, which fit the persona of walking an iceberg.

Of course, it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that he has the actor's WeChat.

Even if you don't use it in the future, can you still brag to others?

At the same time, Song Mo, who returned to the room, casually clicked on the WeChat that he had just added, with a profile picture of a slam dunk.

He curled his lips, he was indeed a young man, and he was still in the second year of middle school.

I clicked on the other party’s circle of friends and posted one or two almost every day, mainly about the crew’s meals. Except for a photo of the set makeup, I didn’t post any other selfies. It’s the style of a straight man of steel.

And the first one was almost two months ago, when I first joined the crew.

Could it be that Moments were only used at that time?

After dinner the next morning, the crew said goodbye to the farmhouse and the nearby folks, and the motorcade set off for the return journey.

Because it is a mountainous area, although on the map, there are only three cities separated, and when entering the city, you take the expressway, but it is almost evening when you arrive in City A.

The crew wanted to go back to the hotel, Lin Zixin originally asked Cheng Yuan to take Qin Lang home, but he politely declined, saying that he could just take a taxi and let him be dropped off on the diverging road between the film and television city and his own direction.

He got out of the car with the suitcase and watched the cars leave with a smile.

Looking at the young man in the rearview mirror, Lin Zixin sighed to his assistant Cheng Yuan: "Although Xiao Qin has no background, he is really a good young man. He is down-to-earth, hard-working, and he will stand out sooner or later."

"Isn't it? I used to take the bus after work in the film and television city. I bet he said to take a taxi just now, but he must go to the bus stop to take the bus."

"It's pretty good. I hope I can keep this kind of good character. Don't be like some young people who lose their popularity as soon as they become popular."

After several cars left, Qin Lang dragged his suitcase and walked towards the stop sign in front, and then got on a bus...the Rolls Royce behind.

"I said I don't need you to pick me up. Originally, the crew could take me home. Even if I don't, I can still take a taxi or take the bus."

Qin Lang, who got into the car, said to the two older brothers who insisted on coming to meet him.

Qin Ziqi smiled and said, "Brother, you stayed in the mountains for more than half a month without bringing an assistant or anything. Do you know how worried we are?"

Zilin echoed: "Yes, we are not allowed to visit the class. We saw the news of the flood a few days ago, and it almost didn't scare us to death."

Qin Lang glanced at the two old brothers left and right, and snorted a few times with a smirk: "Don't tell me you don't seem to know anything, I'm afraid you know more about me in the mountains than I do. Say , who is the eyeliner?"

The twins looked at each other.

Zilin rubbed his nose and said, "I know we can't hide it from you, big brother. Aren't we worried that you will be bullied in the crew? Especially the film king, so we hired a security guard to help keep an eye on him."

Qin Lang thought to himself, it turned out to be the security guard.

He sighed helplessly, and said: "I know you guys are worried about me, but the eldest brother is going to work, not to break into the dragon's pond and tiger's lair. Besides, Song Yingdi is very nice, you didn't see that he retweeted my Weibo twice Well, let me not spend a penny, just let the hot search."

Qin Zilin pursed his lips and said in disapproval: "Since you are a film king, you must be best at acting. Don't be sold out and count the money."

Qin Lang was overjoyed: "What is the actor selling me for?"

"Who knows? I don't like that guy anyway."

Qin Lang waved his hand: "After the play is finished, I will never have any interaction with others, don't think about it."

Zilin turned pale when he heard this, and said, "Brother, you have worked so hard in the mountains for so long. Second brother asked Wang Rui to prepare dinner to wash you off."

Qin Lang smiled and nodded: "Not to mention, the food in the farmhouse is really not as good as that in the film and television city. I have to have a good meal."

The eldest brother has only been back for a total of two months, and this trip has lasted for more than half a month. The twins really miss it. After a family of four had a dinner that far surpassed the Michelin-starred meal, the three brothers gathered on the sofa and chatted affectionately. It's fun.

Originally, Qin Xiaoxing wanted to join, but he was quickly rushed by his father to do his homework, and when Qin Lang washed up and went back to his room to rest, the little boy saw the opportunity and slipped into the uncle's room.

"Uncle, I really miss you!"

Qin Lang leaned on the bed, looked at his eldest nephew, and said with a smile, "Did your father beat you up in the past half a month?"

Qin Xiaoxing shook his head: "Every time he wants to do something, I say I want you to uphold justice, and he doesn't dare."

Qin Lang frowned: "A father shouldn't beat a child, but the premise is that the child must be sensible. Your father has already worked hard, so don't make trouble for him."

Qin Xiaoxing climbed onto the bed with a smile, and leaned over to his side: "I'm very obedient, this midterm exam, no accidents, I can get the first place in the exam."

"Really?" Qin Lang's eyes lit up.

Qin Xiaoxing raised his chin, showing a proud face: "My grades are already very good."

"Not bad!" Qin Lang rubbed his head with a smile.

"By the way, uncle, I've seen you on the hot searches, and our whole class has seen it. They know you are my uncle, and they all ask me for an autographed photo. Are you going to become a big star?"

Qin Lang frowned and looked at him: "You tell the classmates that I am your uncle?"

"Of course not. I'm not stupid to declare that you are my uncle."

Qin Lang nodded.

Qin Xiaoxing said again: "Several girls in our class are your fans now. They saw Song Mo posting a photo of the two of you wrapped in a bed sheet, and they wanted to come and lick your and Song Mo's CP." He curled his lips, "I really don't know What do these girls think about all day long, I'm different when I fuck two guys, I fuck you and Zhao Xiaoxiao."

Qin Lang already knew the meaning of smacking. As a 23-year-old bachelor who had never had a girlfriend, he felt a toothache when he heard his nephew giving him a role as a man. This is what you are asked to do to manage the school?"

Qin Xiaoxing smiled and said: "You can't always study, right? It's interesting to watch entertainment gossip during leisure time."

Qin Lang said: "Entertainment is fine, but you are not allowed to fuck me and Zhao Xiaoxiao."

"Ah? You don't want me to lick you and Song Mo, do you?" Qin Xiaoxing pretended to be surprised and showed a sly look.

Qin Lang saw the smallness of this kid at a glance, and pointed to the door: "Hurry up and go back to sleep."

Qin Xiaoxing walked to the door with a smile, turned her head mischievously, and asked, "Uncle, a female classmate of mine asked me to ask you, did you and Song Mo sleep in the same bed that night?"

"No." Qin Lang waved his hand, "Get out!"

"Got it!"

Qin Lang shook his head amusedly, what are the kids thinking about now?

Three days later, Qiu Yue took advantage of the spare time to arrange several interviews for him.

This is also Qin Lang's first interview.

The reporters couldn't dig out his past, and there was no work released yet. In order to report bright spots, they asked and asked, and eventually they inevitably asked about the night when he and Song Mo were separated by the flood.

Qin Lang rubbed the heat on both sides of Song Mo, in fact, he didn't want to rub it any more, but the matter had indeed been posted before, and he could only answer truthfully every time.

Gu Chuan walked in and saw Song Mo stretching his arms in front of the window.

"How is it? Can you let the camp bed that An He bought for you sleep well?"

Song Mo turned around, his frosty face showed resentment that he didn't sleep well, he curled his lips and said, "I've asked An He to throw it away."

On the first night when I came back, I suffered from insomnia without any accident, and I managed to fall asleep after taking medicine.When he woke up the next day, he thought of the night of the flood that made him sleep for eight or nine hours at a stretch, and immediately asked An He to buy a similar camp bed and come back.

However, for the next few nights, he lay on this narrow camp bed and failed to fall asleep even once. In the end, he had to go back to his big bed and barely fell asleep, causing his back pain these days.

Sure enough, I slept well that night, and it had nothing to do with the bed.

But it has nothing to do with the bed, what does it have to do with it?

He couldn't think of it for a while.

Because Actor Song would often do something unexpected, Gu Chuan didn't take An He to buy the camp bed. He knew from his tone that it was definitely useless.

I wanted to make a joke, but people who haven't slept well will definitely lose their temper, so he decided to give up trying to die.After thinking for a while, he clicked on his phone's Weibo and said, "The newcomer in your production team has been interviewing you for the past two days, and he always mentioned you. This popularity is a bit blatant!"

Of course, Song Mo had seen those interviews with Qin Lang, and he twitched his lips disapprovingly: "He just objectively described what happened at that time, so why are you trying to catch my attention?"

"That can't always be mentioned?"

"Why don't you say it? Why do reporters keep asking?"

Gu Chuan looked at him, and said seriously: "Don't you think it's Qiu Yue who deliberately let her newcomer rub your heat?"

Song Mo took the phone and sat down on the sofa absently, opened WeChat, and clicked on the dialog box with Qin Lang.

It has been seven days since I left the mountains, and WeChat still stays on the screen of "I have become friends and can chat".

He turned off the screen of his phone a little impatiently, and said: "He has my WeChat, and really wants to rub my heat and hug my thigh. He can't show sincerity without ten messages a day. But he didn't contact me after he finished the filming. What does it mean? It means someone else Is that the plan at all?"

"no--"

Song Mo waved his hand: "Okay, if you really want to rub it, let him rub it, I won't lose a dime."

"But……"

"Come on, we're going back to City C tomorrow. The variety show connection you said let me relax?"

Gu Chuan nodded: "Well, Orange TV and Red TV each have a good key variety show, and they both invited us, and I'm in touch."

Song Mo: "OK."

After Gu Chuan went out, he checked the weather outside.

Today is mid-autumn, which coincides with the most comfortable time of the year. Today is a good day for going out.

When will the next time you come to City A?

He thought for a while, picked up his cell phone and made a call.

"Amo, how are you? Have you been working hard recently? When will you be back?" Mother's voice came through the receiver.

Song Mo: "It's okay, the finale was officially completed yesterday, and I'll be back tomorrow."

"Okay, then mom will prepare something to eat."

"No, I have other jobs, so I may not be able to go home for the time being."

He has his own house in city C, and the home he can't return to naturally refers to his mother's home.

The woman over there was silent for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's okay, work is important, when you are free to come back, just tell mom in advance, so mom can prepare your favorite food for you."

Song Mo listened to his mother's concerned words indifferently, without any disturbance in his heart.

He once thought that he was an emotionally indifferent person who couldn't feel love, but that night he could clearly feel the warmth and irony brought to him by a young man who wasn't even familiar with him.

He thought for a while and said, "Mom, I was in city A when I was a child, did we live in a community with four seasons?"

Song's mother said: "Huh? During the four seasons? We often moved at that time. Did we live in this community? Mom doesn't remember much!"

Song Mo asked again: "Mom, did I have a nickname Xiaojia when I was young?"

Song's mother laughed and said, "You had many nicknames when you were young, such as Xiaobao, Xiaodongdong, Xiaojiajia, a little monkey. Later, you didn't let me call you, so I called you by your name directly." Only then did he tentatively ask, "Ah Mo, do you remember what happened when you were a child?"

Song Mo shook his head: "That's not true. It's just that when I came back this time, I saw some things that I hadn't seen before, but I felt a little familiar. I wondered if I had seen them before I was ten years old."

Song's mother said: "Many people can't remember a lot of things before the age of ten, because that stage is insignificant to life. You have forgotten it for so many years, and I have never seen you interested in it before. Don't think about it in the future, so as not to waste it." Brain Cells."

Song Mo hummed: "I know."

After hanging up the phone, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he was a child, he really didn’t have any interest in this blank memory. Every year in August, which made him uncomfortable, he always thought it was the sequelae of drowning. Until he grew up, he tried to overcome this problem, but he never succeeded. At that time, I began to suspect that it should not be as simple as drowning.

But there has been no clue, so naturally it is nothing.

Until this time when he came to City A, he was inexplicably familiar with some people and things he had never seen before, and vaguely felt that he had found a clue.

After sitting on the sofa in silence for a while, he walked to the closet, found out the peaked cap, put on the sunglasses and went out the door.

He didn't bring his assistant with him, so he called a taxi by himself and went straight to the Sijili community where he had been back last time.

At the same time, because the last job was successfully completed and the next job has not yet started, Qin Lang stayed at home for two days, bored, waiting for his two older brothers to go to work, and after the elder nephew went to school, he whistled and rode his The motorcycle drove from Shengshi Huating in the wealthy district to the old Qin family's house in the southern district.

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