Poisonous milk became the film king and found out that I was actually Bai Yueguang [Entertainment]

Xiao Ping didn't speak. --**--Update fast, no anti-theft.-*---

The two stalemate for a while, but his cell phone rang.

Lei Fuchao took a step back, let go of his shoulders, and motioned for him to answer the phone first.

It was Chen Jiantan who called. Xiao Ping collected his emotions, wiped his face, answered the phone and asked, "Hello? Brother Chen?"

"There is a drama," Chen Jiantan said straight to the point, "Someone contacted me and asked you to play the leading role. The theme is the emperor's folk comedy theme, a TV drama in ancient costume."

Xiao Ping was a little confused when he heard it: "The emperor went to the people? Wasn't that a hot topic 20 years ago?"

"Yes, but ten years ago, there were people filming intermittently." Chen Jian talked and laughed, "At that time, people immediately fell in love with you, but you didn't act in TV dramas before, and you couldn't get in touch after that. I came to ask if you are willing to participate in the show, if not, he will not make the film, if you do, he will regret it."

Xiao Ping didn't expect such old things to exist.

"I have to read the script." He replied, "And it won't work in spring." In spring, he accepted the film that Li Di had invited.

"It should be in summer, and preparations are still needed." Chen Jian said.

"Then I'll read the script and make a decision, thank you Brother Chen." Xiao Ping said politely.

It seemed that even Chen Jiantan could hear that his mood was a little strange, he was silent for a while, and quickly found an excuse to hang up the phone, so only the breathing of him and Lei Fuchao was left around.

"A TV series?" Until Lei Fuchao asked slowly, "Now we are broadcasting this kind of old theme, as long as the jokes are well arranged, maybe there will be unexpected good results."

It was rare that he was willing to change the subject, Xiao Ping nodded in agreement: "Maybe."

Lei Fuchao also nodded, and then had nothing to say.

The atmosphere was a little off.

After standing still for a moment, Xiao Ping quietly took a breath, pulled himself together and lied: "If the script of the drama Brother Chen mentioned just now is suitable, I will go to the production team in two days."

Lei Fuchao didn't hear what Chen Jian said in the receiver, he only thought that he had an arrangement in the spring, he didn't want to miss the opportunity, he didn't have many scenes, and the schedule was not long, so he planned to rush to shoot one more movie before the end of the year.Xiao Ping has been working hard.

He also has his own job, so of course he wouldn't follow Xiao Ping to the north and south of every play, if it wasn't for the special circumstances last time, he wouldn't even go to Xiangjing. --**--Update fast, no anti-theft.-*---

But it will be Chinese New Year soon, Lei Fuchao still asked: "When will you come back?"

Xiao Ping said naturally: "It depends on the script sent by Brother Chen and the crew's arrangement. I hope it can be in time for the Chinese New Year. If I can't make it, I will sneak back by plane."

Even though he knew that it was impossible for him to do such a thing to the crew, Lei Fuchao couldn't help but laugh a few times when he said this so sweetly.

After laughing, Lei Fuchao thought of retreating to the doormat to change into slippers, then raised the bag in his hand and said to Xiao Ping: "By the way, thank you for your help with my mother's affairs. I brought you a gift back."

Xiao Ping was taken aback: "?"

He took the packing bag, opened it, and found that Lei Fuchao bought a pair of bright yellow Pikachu slippers.

For this kind of fluffy and cute products, Xiao Ping is sometimes interested, but in the end it is absolutely necessary. However, as far as he knows, Lei Fuchao likes it very much.

Sure enough, looking down at the pair of Pikachu, and then looking up at Lei Fuchao, Xiao Ping immediately found that Lei Fuchao had unconcealable longing in his eyes.

Xiao Ping: "..."

But Lei Fuchao doesn't know how to wear it himself, even if he dies.

Although he has no special interest in Pikachu or fluffy things, Xiao Ping liked the yellow color and the comfort of this pair of slippers, so he quickly changed into them.

More importantly, he remembered that he said to Lei Fuchao before that he felt that if a family does not have a pair of exclusive slippers, it is the same as an actor who does not have an exclusive chair in the crew. symbols of.

More or less, the weight of lead pressing on his heart melted a little bit, although the weight hardly changed, but it was so soft that the apex of his heart itched slightly.

"Brother Lei," Xiao Ping said with a smile, "the vegetables are all cut, and you can eat in half an hour. You go to warm up first."

He didn't say anything with words like "medicine" or "hot compress", but after Lei Fuchao took off his coat, he quickly reacted, and the smile that had just appeared on his face faded.

"Did Liu Tiao tell you something?" Lei Fuchao asked him.

If this is the case, it is not surprising that Xiao Ping is not happy.

The light in the porch at the door was orange, and it looked warm from above. Lei Fuchao picked up his coat with one hand and hung it on the hanger. After waiting for a while, Xiao Ping didn't answer directly, but just repeated the previous words to him : "I'm going to cook, you go to warm up."

Lei Fuchao blinked, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw something steaming from the half-open kitchen door.

He didn't insist on asking any more, turned around and walked into the bedroom.

After closing the bedroom door and standing silently for 3 minutes, he opened the door and leaned over to take a look, and saw Xiao Ping smoking a cigarette in front of a window with his back to him.

This time he didn't make a sound to stop Xiao Ping.

He quietly closed the door again.

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The main dishes for dinner were stew and soup. Xiao Ping regained his energy before the meal, and happily took two photos of the new Pikachu slippers and saved them in the photo album.

After dinner, Xiao Ping continued to stay in the living room to watch a movie, while Lei Fuchao nestled in a corner of the sofa with a blanket on and played with the air conditioner while playing with his mobile phone.

The blanket he is wearing now was also bought by Xiao Ping in the past, with sea blue UFO pattern.Because it is the color he has always liked, when he was sorting out Xiao Ping's belongings five years ago, he didn't pay attention to distinguishing it clearly, and he didn't remember it until just now.

It would be too deliberate to change one.

What's more, this blanket was warm enough, and Lei Fuchao was drowsy in it.

But after all, he was not in the mood to fall asleep, and after putting down his phone for a while, he couldn't help looking sideways at Xiao Ping.

At first Xiao Ping didn't notice his gaze, but once he did, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, his back arched nervously, and the tails of his eyebrows moved slightly, not sure whether it was a frown in the center or a raise in the forehead. .

The winter in the south is very humid no matter what, Lei Fuchao's hands and feet are cold, and he feels uncomfortable all over, but seeing his series of reactions, he still can't help being a little funny.

"Xiao Ping." He called.

Xiao Ping immediately turned his head around, probably not thinking about the movie long ago.

"Huh?" Xiao Ping questioned through his nose, his expression was quiet, and there was no trace of raising or frowning his eyebrows.

"I want to smoke a cigarette." Lei Fuchao said.

Xiao Ping didn't bluntly quibble that he didn't have that thing on hand, but was embarrassed for a while, hesitated for a while, and finally worried that he was feeling very uncomfortable, and wanted to use cigarettes to pass the pain, and finally took out the cigarette case to pick it up. handed him one.

Lei Fuchao took the cigarette and just wanted to put it between his teeth, when he heard Xiao Ping open his mouth and said, "Brother Lei, in fact, I always thought you were better than me, and even quit smoking a little faster than me. "

This is not only nonsense, but also makes no sense.

Lei Fuchao stopped his posture for a while, glanced at Xiao Ping, then took a bit of cigarette tail with his teeth, put the cigarette end into Xiao Ping's lips, let go of his teeth, and lit the fire.

"It's okay to smoke one now and then," Lei Fuchao said, "I'm not a kid anymore, just smoke one if I'm in a bad mood."

If he hadn't heard him guess the reason for his bad mood before eating, Xiao Ping almost thought that he hadn't thought of anything.

Xiao Ping could tell that Lei Fuchao was trying his best to at least be an ordinary friend with him.

He subconsciously took two puffs of the cigarette, then waved the smoke away, stood up and walked aside.

The two of them didn't speak, so after a cigarette burned out, Xiao Ping threw away the butt of the cigarette and walked back, only to find that Lei Fuchao had fallen asleep in a curled up position.

He turned off the chandelier in the living room, leaving only two small floor lamps, so that if Lei Fuchao suddenly wakes up later, the bright light will hurt his eyes, then he rinsed his mouth and prepared to throw Lei Fuchao into the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he leaned over, Lei Fuchao suddenly opened his eyes, although he was indeed a bit sleepy, but his eyes were more smug.

Face to face, Xiao Ping was startled.

Then he got a solid brain-boom.

Xiao Ping: "..."

Xiao Ping silently stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, he didn't notice, tripped on his back knee again, and fell into the sofa with a "gudong".

The two looked at each other for two seconds, and couldn't help laughing together.

The movie was still playing, and after laughing for a while, Lei Fuchao opened the blanket and covered Xiao Ping in.

Xiao Ping wasn't cold at all, but looked at him seriously, didn't say anything, just stayed in the blanket obediently.

It wasn't until after a while that Lei Fuchao really gradually fell asleep that he picked up the remote control of the air conditioner and raised the temperature by a few degrees.

Lei Fuchao felt that he was cold from sleeping, so he thought that sitting here would also be cold.

In fact, most people will not be cold at this temperature.

Even so, Xiao Ping still timidly sat on the blanket until the end of the movie.