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

Not even a body was found

When the sky was white, Qin Lang was sleeping soundly. Suddenly, he felt his arms hurting from being clenched. He opened his eyes in a daze, but saw Song Mo beside him with his eyes closed. His face was pale, his head was covered in sweat, and his whole body Trembling like a spasm, as if in great fear.

He was startled by the other party's appearance, his brain was aroused, and he quickly stood up and called out.

However, after calling several times in a row, Song Mo didn't respond at all. He could only slap the opponent's shoulder twice.

He had the strength to split a raw coconut with one palm, even if he only used three minutes at the moment, it still made a crackling sound.

Song Mo suddenly woke up, eyes wide open, panting heavily, staring blankly at the person in front of him, with a hint of confusion in his fearful expression, as if he didn't know where he was.

Qin Lang was also frightened by him like this, so he lost all sleepiness. He tentatively pushed the other person's shoulder, and asked softly, "Brother Mo, are you having a nightmare?"

Song Mo's dazed eyes finally eased up gradually. He turned his head and looked around, his mind returned to his original position little by little, and his breathing gradually calmed down.He reached out to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, exhaled heavily, and said in a low voice, "Well, I dreamed that I was drowning."

Seeing him slowing down, Qin Lang pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile: "Could it be that you want to go to the toilet?"

Song Mo looked at his handsome smiling face, feeling a little complicated, rubbed his face to wake himself up, and asked casually, "I didn't scare you just now, did I?"

Qin Lang smiled and said, "It's so easy to be scared." He took the phone and looked at the time, "It's past six o'clock, do you still want to sleep?"

Song Mo shook his head: "No need."

Qin Lang: "I'm almost there too. After I washed up, I went to buy breakfast. The tofu nao and fried pancakes at the old shop at the door are very good. I'll buy them for you to try."

Song Mo said: "I'll go with you."

"Don't! I can fish in troubled waters by myself without being recognized. You are a big movie star, and if people find out that you live here later, the anti-theft door of my house will have to be knocked down."

Song Mo felt that what the other party said made sense. If he wanted to live in this old community for a few days, he must keep a low profile and keep a low profile.After thinking about it, he said, "Then order takeaway, it's necessary to go out to buy breakfast in the winter morning."

Qin Lang: "Aren't the delivery guys cold?"

Song Mo was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "At any rate, people get paid for their work."

"It's true, then I'll go and order."

For Qin Lang, what he likes the most after 18 years is the convenience of takeaway delivery, and he can eat whatever he wants 24 hours a day without leaving home.

He ordered two breakfasts, washed up with Song Mo one after the other, and exercised for ten minutes, and the delivery boy came to the door.

Qin Lang carried the breakfast to the dining table and opened it. The smell of pancakes came to his nostrils. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and said, "After not living in the old house, this is what I miss the most."

Song Mo glanced at the unremarkable breakfasts on the table, and said disapprovingly, "Is it so delicious?"

Qin Lang raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "You'll know if you try it." He said and put a box of tofu brains in front of him, "especially this tofu curd, with mustard greens, dried shrimps, chopped green onions and the boss's secret soul spicy oil. I want to eat it twice."

Song Mo looked at the tofu brain that had been opened, and frowned slightly.

The two had eaten many meals together. Qin Lang knew that he could eat spicy food. Seeing his expression, he seemed to think of something, and said, "You don't eat sweet bean curd, do you?"

Song Mo nodded: "Well, the bean curd in C city is generally sweet."

Qin Lang: "Then if you don't want to eat, just drink porridge. I ordered yam porridge."

Song Mo sat down: "Let me try."

Qin Lang smiled when he heard the words, and quickly handed the pancake to him: "If you eat this tofu curd, you have to go with his pancake."

Song Mo took the pancake, took a bite, and nodded, "Not bad."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and scooped up a spoonful of bean curd into his mouth.

He was used to eating sweet bean curd in C city since he was a child, but later he ran around filming and would not touch salty bean curd when he saw it. He thought he was not used to eating it, but the moment he ate it, he suddenly froze.

It's not just that the taste unexpectedly suits his own taste, but a sense of familiarity arises spontaneously, as if he has eaten it many times before.

He was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Is this store open for many years?"

"Yes, an old store of more than 20 years."

Song Mo nodded, no wonder, he must have eaten it when he was a child.

Seeing him taking one bite after another, Qin Lang seemed very satisfied with the taste, and said with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Song Mo glanced at him with a smile: "Well, it's delicious."

His favorite taste was recognized by others, and Qin Lang suddenly felt better: "You can eat every day if you live here for a few days."

"Row."

Qin Lang seemed to think of something, and asked again: "You come to City A to do some private business, do you need my help?"

Song Mo glanced at him incredulously, and said, "You have helped me the most by letting me live in your house. I don't need the rest for now. I will tell you if necessary."

Qin Lang said frankly: "No problem, you can ask me to do whatever you want."

Song Mo bent his lips. For some reason, he felt very comfortable. He wanted to say something, but he didn't remember it, so he continued to eat.

Qin Lang originally thought that he had just come back today to rest for a day, but he didn't want Qiu Yue to call before he finished his breakfast.

"How is it? Did you rest well last night?"

Qin Lang said: "It's okay."

"That's good. I've arranged a magazine interview for you this afternoon. You come to the company early to prepare. If it's convenient, I'll send someone to pick you up now."

"No need, I'll just take a taxi there."

After hanging up the phone, when he looked up, he saw Song Mo on the opposite side looking at him with raised eyelids: "Have you got work today?"

"Well, there is an interview in the afternoon, and I will leave you a key so that you can go out and come back."

Song Mo looked at him with mixed feelings in his heart.In terms of the friendship between the two, it is not really deep, but this person is obviously not defensive at all.

Of course, I also completely trust the other party, and I am not worried that I have any handle in his hands.

Perhaps this is the friendship left unknowingly in childhood.

He nodded with a half-smile and said, "Is that why you trust me so much?"

Qin Lang laughed: "Is it possible that I am still worried that you, a big film star, will quietly vacate my old house? My property in this house is not worth your monthly income, right?"

Song Mo looked around and said quietly, "It should be less than an hour."

Qin Lang: "..."

He choked his breath, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Brother Mo, may I take the liberty to ask, how much did you get paid for recording "Perfect Travel"?"

Song Mo raised his eyelids and looked at him. After drinking the last sip of tofu nao, he took out a tissue and wiped his mouth slowly, without answering for a long while.

Seeing this, Qin Lang realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly said with a sneer: "I know this is an industry secret, so just pretend I didn't ask."

Song Mo said lightly: "You are an insider, and I also treat you as one of my own. Now that the recording is over, if you are really curious, there is nothing I can't let you know. I am just worried that you will think it is unfair. After all, several times of recording You do the most work."

Qin Lang smiled and said: "Don't worry, I know that there is a big income gap in this industry, and I am a newcomer, and you are a film star, so the difference in value is many times, and I don't have pink eyes, how can I be jealous of you?"

Song Mo nodded: "Well, my reward is 8000 million."

Qin Lang: "??"

How many? !

a hundred million...

He mentally counted to zero, and then angrily stuffed the last piece of pancake into his mouth.

He still doesn't know himself well enough, why doesn't he have pink eye disease?He suspected that his eyes could ooze blood at this moment.

8000?

Soybean curd fritters can circle the earth, right?

He had to immediately check the bank card balances given to him by his older brothers to balance things out a bit.

Song Mo looked at his brilliant expression, and said with a smile, "I just said I was afraid you would think it was unfair."

Qin Lang grinned, trying to cover up: "I didn't! On the contrary, it made me more motivated to fight."

Song Mo smiled and shook his head, and said unhurriedly: "The ceiling income of this industry is indeed very attractive, but if it is only for making money, this road will not go far."

Qin Lang said: "I want to be a good actor and perform good works." After finishing speaking, he felt guilty, and added, "Of course, I really wanted to make a lot of money when I first entered the industry."

Song Mo looked at him and said with a smile: "It's not shameful to make money, I also want to make money. With your current fame, you don't have to worry about getting good resources. If you make a few films, you will soon catch up with or even surpass me."

Qin Lang quickly waved his hand, and said modestly: "You are the three-gold actor with tens of millions of fans, how can I have such a great ability?" He looked at his watch and whispered, "Oh, it's past eight o'clock, I have to go company."

Don't hurry up to calm down, he is afraid that he can't help but rob the rich and give to the poor.

As he said that, he got up and found the key and handed it to Song Mo: "You do it yourself, be careful when you go out, don't be recognized by others, or I won't be safe here."

But having said that, during this trip to the island, everyone was tanned several times, Song Yingdi's face was even tanned, from the usual gentle and elegant handsome guy to a masculine wild handsome guy.

Thinking of this, before going out, Qin Lang did not forget to take a sneak look at the other party, and felt that the film king was getting more and more impressive.Thinking that I can be friends with such a person, it is inevitable that I am a little proud.

As soon as Qin Lang went out, Song Mo sat on the sofa alone and began to frown and think about the dream from last night.

He believed that it was not just a dream, but his missing memory, because it felt so real.He can be sure that such a scene must have existed.

The big brother who was close and dependent in the dream was the deceased big brother of the Qin family, but why did the person in the dream look exactly like Qin Lang?

No, that is clearly Qin Lang.

Could it be that he was thinking day by day and dreaming at night, because he couldn't remember that big brother, so he could only substitute Qin Lang, who brought him a sense of familiarity and intimacy, into that person?

However, it still feels wrong.

It must be because of the missing memory that I made a mistake.

He thought for a while, picked up the key and went out.Instead of going downstairs, she went directly upstairs and knocked on the anti-theft door of the family above Qin's.

The old lady who opened the door narrowed her eyes and asked, "Young man, who are you looking for?"

Song Mo smiled and said, "Grandma, I'm a friend of the brothers from the Qin family downstairs, I have something to ask you."

Granny is obviously a little old and confused, but she is a very kind old lady, she said with a smile: "Oh, I can't remember things before I'm old, what do you want to ask, young man?"

Song Mohe hesitated for a moment with his lower lip, and then tentatively opened his mouth: "Grandma, do you know why the eldest brother of the Qin family passed away?"

"Are you asking the boss? I still remember this. It said that he fell into the river and drowned, and even the body was not found." The old lady shook her head and sighed, "Poor child, it was so hard to bring up the twins. People are gone."

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