The Best Actor and the Non-Captive Canary

The moment the phone rang, Yan Qiujing jumped up from the pillow and picked up the phone that had just been thrown aside.

He turned over the pillow with a small pool of wet marks on it and connected it, and asked, "It's over?"

"Well, fourth." Ling Mu said.

"I saw it," Yan Qiujing smiled, and said with emotion: "My little idol is so good."

Ling Mu didn't talk to him, but asked him: "What's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" Yan Qiujing didn't understand, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It doesn't sound right." Ling Mu said.

It's okay if Ling Mu doesn't ask, but when he asked, his phrase "Let's walk the flowery road together" seemed to press the replay button in Yan Qiujing's mind and began to echo repeatedly, and with his mood that had just calmed down, it seemed like Floating in the air as if filled with hydrogen.

Yan Qiujing's brain suddenly became uncontrollable, and he asked, "What are your plans for the future, baby?"

Ling Mu was stunned, didn't understand why he suddenly asked this, but still answered honestly: "I never thought about it, let's do the competition well now, if I can make my debut..."

He was interrupted by Yan Qiujing before he finished speaking.

"Xiao Mu," Yan Qiujing called him, let out a breath slowly, and said, "I mean, the two of us."

Hearing this, Ling Mu's heart stopped beating suddenly, and quickly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart. He took a step back and leaned against the wall and asked in his usual tone, "Aren't we two fine?"

Listening to his lowering volume, Yan Qiujing secretly sighed in his heart, needless to say, he knew that he was thinking too much.

He also didn't want to make any more detours with Ling Mu, so he just went ahead and said it straight.

After taking a few deep breaths, he suddenly said softly, "How about we get married after you finish the competition?"

Ling Mu was really stunned this time.

Yan Qiujing's voice sounded a little nervous, and he couldn't help but speed up his speech: "I know it's a bit hasty to say this suddenly, and it should be more formal, but I really can't hold it back now, I really..."

Ling Mu regained his composure, opened his mouth slowly, and said, "Okay."

"I really want to be with you forever..." Yan Qiujing paused, and he asked with some uncertainty, "What did you just... say?"

"I agreed." Ling Mu said, "I'll get married after the competition."

Ling Mu's voice was very soft, but his tone was very solemn.

Yan Qiujing's hand holding the phone was a little unsteady, and the sore nose from the round just ended came back.

He didn't notice when the tears fell, anyway, his face was already wet when he realized it.

He clearly heard it clearly just now, but he insisted on asking again in a hoarse voice: "... what?"

Ling Mu laughed, and said in a low voice: "Why are you crying? It's clear that you proposed to me, and it's not me who forced you to marry me."

"I have long wished that you would force me to marry you." Yan Qiujing sniffled and said, "Baby, I love you."

"I know," Ling Mu said, "I love you too."

Yan Qiujing buried his head in the pillow again to wipe off the tears on his face, his mind calmed down after the heat, and his rare face felt hot.He didn't know what to say, the two of them didn't speak for a while, only the slight sound of cloth rubbing on Yan Qiujing's side and Ling Mu's uneven breathing on the phone.

Yan Qiujing lay on the bed for a long time, the tension and excitement in her heart were gradually replaced by the endless sweetness pouring in.

"You agreed to my marriage proposal." Yan Qiujing said.

"Yeah." Ling Mu said.

"You promised to walk the beautiful road with me." Yan Qiujing said again.

"Yeah." Ling Mu smiled.

"You are going to become my legal cohabitant." Yan Qiujing also laughed.

"Well," Ling Mu quickly answered, "If you talk nonsense, we won't stop."

"You..." Yan Qiujing was blocked from what he almost blurted out, and changed his words: "...you are so cold and ruthless."

Ling Mu smiled again, and then said softly: "It's so late, get some rest, I'm going to get up early to record tomorrow."

"Ah," Yan Qiujing was a little bit reluctant, so he could only draw out his voice, "Okay—good night baby."

After hanging up the phone, Ling Mu took off his shirt, and stuck his bare back against the cold tiles in the bathroom.

He raised his hair up for a while, and suddenly felt that his eyes were swollen, so he raised his hand and rubbed them.

Ling Mu raised his hand to turn on the shower when he felt something slipping out of his eyes, and stood under the cold water that hadn't adjusted the temperature to wipe his face.

Yan Qiujing, who had almost suffered from insomnia all night, was not only refreshed when he appeared on the set early in the morning, but also treated the entire crew of No. [-] to a hearty breakfast.

A male actor in the crew laughed and said, "Brother Jing, is there a happy event?"

Yan Qiujing smiled and said nothing.

Qiao He on the side couldn't help casting probing glances at him, Yan Qiujing pretended not to notice and turned to go to the dressing room.

Just after putting on makeup, the phone rang, and he glanced at the caller ID and smiled immediately. After connecting, he was in a good mood and called out, "Brother?"

"Who is your brother?" The voice of the man on the other side was cold and undeniably serious: "Remove the car downstairs from my company."

Yan Qiujing thought to himself that it's a good thing that Ling Mu only learned his brother's three images after studying for so many years, but failed to learn his brother's annoying appearance.

Yan Qiujing pretended not to understand, and asked, "What car? I don't know."

Ling Chu had a headache and closed the window of the office tightly, and then barely blocked the sound of the music downstairs: "Who else can do such a boring thing but you?"

Yan Qiujing laughed "hehe": "You know me quite well. But if I don't withdraw, is there any problem if I support my idol?"

"Okay." Ling Chu said in an unnatural tone: "I see. Get the car away quickly."

Yan Qiujing smiled even more happily: "Yo? Have you watched the show?"

Ling Chu was speechless for a moment, paused, and said, "...That's it, hang up."

"Okay brother, goodbye." Yan Qiujing hung up the phone before the other person had time to scold him.

Yan Qiujing hung up the phone, covered his stomach and laughed for a long time, pinched his watch and waited for another half an hour before reluctantly making a call: "Remove the rescue vehicle from downstairs of Ling's. Well, the whole city Open it as you like, as long as the sound is quieter so as not to disturb the people. Giant screen? Don’t move that, remember to put the voting code on it too.”

The secretary knocked on the door and came in, and said to Ling Chu, "Boss Ling, the car downstairs has already been evacuated."

Ling Chu was sitting behind the desk in formal attire, processing the documents in his hand, without raising his head, he said, "Yes."

The secretary was still standing at the door, hesitantly said: "Uh, Mr. Ling..."

Ling Chu looked up at her: "What else?"

The secretary pointed out the French window beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want that too..."

Ling Chu tilted his head to glance, and the big screen facing him outside the window was playing the pen-hold shot of Ling Mu's last performance.

He withdrew his gaze and said, "No, just leave it alone."

"Okay." When the secretary nodded and was about to go out, Ling Chu stopped her again: "Wait a minute,"

She turned her head and saw Ling Chu, who had always been calm and calm, suddenly had a look of embarrassment on his face: "If it's okay, I can vote for him."

"Ah?" She froze for a moment, then asked, "Who are you helping?"

Ling Chu pointed to the screen outside unnaturally: "My brother."