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Tan Qing arranged a night show that was going to rain today.

The filming started after nine o'clock in the evening and did not finish until after two o'clock in the middle of the night.

The main reason is that He Yao's condition is very bad.

Not only can't enter the play, but the whole person is in a state of dissociation.

After shooting for more than seven hours, Tan Qing was so hungry that she even ate three extra chicken legs in the lunch box.

Director Cheng Ye's patience in narrating the play has also changed from being meticulous at the beginning to becoming more and more irritable. In the end, he simply dropped the script and cursed angrily: "He Yao! Can you make the film? If you can't, just change people!"

He Yao and Tan Qing were slapped on the face by the cold rain for such a long time, and they already had some symptoms of a cold. Before they could answer the director, they sneezed loudly.

Tan Qing, who has always performed well in acting and almost never gets scolded, doesn't seem to feel the slightest chill.

He was bouncing around the field with a bag of potato chips in his arms, eating potato chips while dangling, looking more energetic than during the day.

The wet hair lost its carefully styled shape and collapsed softly, outlining the slender cheek lines.

Tan Qing smashed a piece of cucumber-flavored potato chips, sat on the chair and chewed: "Director, I don't think He Yao can continue filming today. Look at his face, it seems that he has suffered some kind of conscience torture." Yes, maybe she cheated secretly!"

Cheng Ye: "..."

After all, Cheng Ye is already around 60 years old, and he really can't bear it at this point.

After thinking about it, he had no choice but to put down the script in his hand, and asked He Yao, "You should think about this plot carefully when you go back tonight, can you pass it tomorrow?"

He Yao's face turned pale from the water, and he trembled all over: "Yes, I will definitely go back tonight and work hard, director."

Cheng Ye shook his head and told the crew to get ready to call it a day.

The night scene tonight is between Tan Qing and He Yao, and the rest of the main actors except for the extras have gone back to the hotel to rest.

After leaving the shooting location.

Tan Qing walked into the hotel with He Yao.

As a popular trainee who debuted as a popular idol, He Yao usually has a very lively personality, and he can talk non-stop with Tan Qing on his own.

Today, however, it seemed extraordinarily silent.

Tan Qing buried her head all the way, immersed in her new hero, unable to extricate herself, and had no time to take care of He Yao at all.

Until the two walked to the hotel floor one after the other.

Tan Qing was about to go back to the house, but He Yao grabbed his sleeves all of a sudden: "Tan Qing?"

Tan Qing, who was shot to death after being dragged for a while, said, "...huh?"

He Yao seemed to hesitate for a moment: "Did uncle contact you?"

Tan Qing said like a rattle drum: "No wow, he has already gone back to earn money to support me!"

He Yao: "..."

For a moment, He Yao didn't know what would be the most appropriate answer, so he had to think for a long time before saying: "Then...won't you call him tonight and tell him about today's itinerary?"

Tan Qing raised her face and asked curiously, "Why did you tell him?"

Isn't it right for young couples in love to talk on the phone?

He Yao himself was a little guilty, and was even more disturbed by Tan Qing's questioning, subconsciously said: "Don't you miss He Mingyu?"

Miss He Mingyu?

Tan Qing's black eyes rolled around twice, a little confused: "But I also think of others, why should I call him alone?"

He Yao: "..."

He Yao was dumbfounded by Tan Qing's question: "You must think of my brother-in-law differently than you think of others! Think about it yourself, do you think of my brother-in-law as much as you think of others? "

Tan Qing: "Hey..."

Tan Qing seemed to think about it very seriously, and then nodded: "That's right. Alright, then I'll call him after I take a shower."

The hotel security facilities in the film and television base are very good, and the environment is very quiet.

The warm corridor lights made Tan Qing's clear eyes extraordinarily innocent, looking extremely harmless.

He Yao scratched his heart like a cat scratching for a whole day, but he still couldn't hold back.

She opened the mouth and said, "Tan Qing, when you got out of the car today, I cut off that lock of your hair..."

Tan Qing had already opened the door of the room, and turned her head when she heard the words: "It's okay, I have a lot of hair, what's wrong?"

He Yao, who had been bald for a whole day: "...No, I threw away that lock of hair, so it should be fine, right?"

Tan Qing yawned: "What can be the matter?"

He Yao finally found a plausible excuse for himself, and forced a smile: "Yes, then I'll go back. Good night, little aunt."

Tan Qing blinked her eyes and said with a natural expression: "Good night, little nephew."

He Yao: "..."

He Yao left with a vicissitudes of face.

Tan Qing briskly walked back to the bedroom.

Knocked out the remaining half bag of potato chips, then wandered into the bathroom, turned sideways to the mirror, and wanted to touch the lock of hair on the back of his head that was hung on the seat belt and died innocently today.

After touching it for a long time, I didn't find it, but I accidentally pulled out another hair.

Tan Qing took a shower naked, ran back to the sofa, and looked at the strands of hair pinched between her two fingertips for a while.

After boredly watching for a while, Tan Qing looked around the room——

Then he blew on that hair and murmured a few words: "Change! Change into three good-looking and capable Tan Qingqings!"

The house was quiet.

Nothing happened.

Tan Qingchao hugged her feet and dangled back and forth in disappointment, and said aggrievedly: "Oh, He Mingyu, who has been sucking for so long...hasn't recovered much mana..."

However, the voice did not fall——

A slender hand picked up the empty potato chip packaging bag that Tan Qing had just thrown casually by the corner of the table.

Put it right in the trash can next to the sofa.

Tan Qing opened her round eyes and raised her head.

In front of the sofa where he was sitting, three identical Tan Qings were standing in a row with the same naked little bird.

Tan Qing clapped her hands, pointed at numbers one, two and three and said, "Wow! Hot eyes!"

No. [-], No. [-], No. [-] also looked at Tan Qing at the same time, and clapped their hands with exactly the same expressions and movements: "Wow! Hot eyes!"

Tan Qing: "..."

Forget it.

After finally recovering a little skill by sucking He Mingyu, it's good to be able to play, and I can't ask for too much.

And in fact, this little trick is not a spell at all.

It's just something that Tan Qing used to pass the time during the long time when he was practicing in the old mountain.

Tan Qing shook her head, and gave orders with some disgust: "Tan Yiqing go and cut a mango for me, Tan Erqing rubs my feet, and Tan Xiaoqing dances a bare bottom hula dance for me."

On the [-]st, [-]nd and [-]rd, Tan Qingqing performed her duties honestly, and soon went to work.

Only Uncle Tan Qing, with his feet crossed, was left happily eating mangoes and grapes, smashing his mouth.

Speaking of which, I would also like to thank He Yao for reminding me.

Otherwise, he would never remember that he had invented such a trick.

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It's a pity that the mountain is lonely, and I can't find a living creature for a long time.

Such a fun little trick has not been carried forward, but it can only be performed by the little green snake that was caught outside the cave and played with it as a flower rope between the fingers.

Tan Qing took out her phone while enjoying the service of No. [-], [-], and [-].

The time was just right, and I happened to see the WeChat message sent by He Mingyu.

Tan Qing crossed her legs and thought for a while, then remembered what He Yao had just said to herself.

— If you think about him much more than anyone else, you should give him a call.

—Maybe he is thinking about you too.

Ugh.

No need to guess, He Mingyu would definitely not miss him.

Tan Qing held the phone with her head drooping, pressed a series of numbers key by key, and then dialed the number slowly.

The call was connected quickly.

Tan Qing said in a crisp voice: "Crooked, He Mingyu duck?"

The voice on the other side of the phone seemed to pause.

then.

A very gentle female voice came.

The female voice is obviously no longer young, but from the sound line, it is still very sweet and elegant, a voice that only appears in that kind of big theater.

"Hello, is this Tan Qing? I'm He Mingyu's mother, Liao Xian."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing trembled in fright from Liao Xian.

The spell fails.

No. [-], [-], and [-] Tan Qingqing, who were actively serving, disappeared without a trace.

Tan Qing froze for a moment as if being called by the teacher, and then straightened her back subconsciously: "Hey, He's mother... No, Aunt He, hello!"

Liao Xian's voice was exceptionally gentle: "You and Ming Yu are already together, if you want, you can call me mom along with him."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing was so frightened that she almost slipped off the sofa. After staying for a few seconds, she whispered: "Ah, Auntie, you misunderstood! Me, He Mingyu and I are not together yet..."

"Not together?"

Liao Xian frowned slightly, and looked down at He Mingyu who was on a drip on the hospital bed, as if she had just fallen asleep.

The wound on the forehead has been wrapped with clean gauze, and a few faint red streaks ooze out over time.

Her lips were a little pale, and her brows were locked, as if she was always uneasy.

Liao Xian withdrew her gaze, stood up, walked to the French window in the ward, and said softly: "Mr. Tan... Although I, as He Mingyu's mother, may be biased to say this. But I still want to tell you that he just wanted to be with you Together, he was beaten by his father and had to be hospitalized."

Tan Qing was taken aback, pursed her lips and said, "Hospitalized?"

Liao Xian's voice was still gentle and soft, but it was a person who had stepped down from a high position, and it had a very clear guiding meaning: "That's right. Qingqing, I don't know if I can call you that."

"You may not know Ming Yu's father, he is a very stubborn soldier. Ming Yu was wounded on the head by his father for you, just to let his father, my husband, see you in the future time—with the utmost respect for you.”

"Although love may also be a matter of one person."

Liao Xian turned around from the window.

Her proud son was lying quietly and emaciated on the hospital bed.

After half an hour.

Liao Xian was sour, and sighed softly, "But Mr. Tan, I still want to tell you on behalf of my son..."

"He really loves you very much, and it's up to you."