Let it go, rainbow fart

Miss reporter caught off guard Qiao Shuran who happened to be passing by.

Qiao Shuran: "??" Why are you pulling me? Is there something wrong?

Ning Han: "??" It seems that this part did not exist in the pre-communication link?

Lemons: "??" Is it swollen?

In order to add more interest to the show, Yuji will certainly not let go of the opportunity to make trouble.The reporter lady looked at the work card hanging on Qiao Shuran's chest, and said with a smile: "This handsome little brother, you are a staff member of the crew of "Dragon Warriors", right?"

Qiao Shuran nodded in confusion: "Yes." So?

The lady reporter said to the camera: "I think everyone must be very interested to know how the staff of the production team commented on Actor Ning, so we specially interviewed a staff member of the production team."

In this way, the situation spread to the innocent Qiao Shuran with lightning speed.

The reporter turned his head to look at him, "Can you tell us what Ning Han is like in the crew? Or break some news, haha..."

Qiao Shuran: "..." Actually, I was just passing by to get soy sauce.

Ning Han: "..." To tell the truth, he is a fan of my own.

The reporter put the microphone in front of Qiao Shuran with a face that looked like it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

In his eyes, this microphone is like a dangling cat teaser, tempting wildly in front of a cat's paw that is about to move.

The lemons were as quiet as chickens, staring at him in unison, with eager expectations in their eyes.But in Qiao Shuran's view, it was a bunch of loaded AKs. If he made a wrong word, he would be shot to death immediately and executed on the spot with blood spattering everywhere.

The desire to survive made him feel cold all over his body.

In Ning Han's eyes, that microphone was like a lighted match stick, frantically probing in front of the fuse of a bomb.

He felt that he was going crazy, that he was going to end, that he would fall into the claws of black fans in the next second, and that he would never recover.

Ning Han looked at Qiao Shuran with complicated eyes, and showed a difficult smile: At least we met once, and we are colleagues, and the kindness and resentment are all fleeting. Brother Qiao, you have a lot of adults, can you let me go?

Qiao Shuran looked back at Ning Han with complicated eyes, and showed a complicated smile: Brother, you don't have to be polite about what you want me to do for you, just say it, at this moment, it is a test of my sincere love for you!

The information between the two was asymmetrical, Ning Han thought that Qiao Shuran would take this opportunity to blackmail her hard, but what Qiao Shuran wanted was to praise Ning Han severely in response to the idol's needs.

The atmosphere was a bit tense for a while, and the lady reporter who was coming brought the wheat to Qiao Shuran's mouth, and frantically hinted, "Come on, come on, little brother, break the news as much as you want!"

Qiao Shuran's heart was at war with man, and he wished he could grab the microphone and give Ning Han a big compliment, but what if Liang Jian could see the show when it was broadcast?That monster might directly kill him, let the blood out, and flog the corpse.

But... But look, Ning Han's earnest eyes, those gleaming pupils, and those moist corners, as a fan, how could his heart not be moved?It has long been soft into a ball of glutinous rice paste.

People are not stubborn rocks, it is absolutely impossible for a male god to look at you with such tearful and pitiful eyes.No way.

Qiao Shuran played the impassioned BGM in his heart.

Yes, Ning Han needs me, needs me to praise him to death!Praise him!Praise him!How can I say no? !

I am willing to go up the mountain of swords and down the pan of oil for him, come and go in the wind and rain without hesitation!As for Liang Jian, fuck him!

To be happy in life is to have fun, I want to perform well in front of the male god, and no one can stop me!People block and kill!Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!

Sound engineer!Gaffer!Radio Microphone Cameraman!All in place!This is my stage, Qiao Shuran!

I will live up to my idol's expectations, boasting him to be comparable to the gods and Buddhas of Daluo, and the three thousand gods and Buddhas have to give him a rainbow road.

Qiao Shuran's mind was running fast, vocabulary and sentence patterns emerged one after another, turning into tens of thousands of bricks and stones to build a gorgeous rainbow road.

He pondered for a while, took the microphone, and faced the camera with a standard eight-tooth grin, and said frankly:

"In my opinion, Brother Ning Han takes good care of people in the crew and treats everyone very well. He is like a soft bowl of chicken soup, warming the body and heart. Everyone likes him. He is our crew. intimate little padded jacket;”

"Actor Ning has done a very good job in his job, and the play is very good. It seems that he is born to eat this bowl of rice. He will definitely make a contribution to the acting career in the future."

"He is highly talented and willing to work hard. It is no exaggeration to say that Actor Ning can be regarded as the leading role model among contemporary Chinese young actors;"

Qiao Shuran tried her best and exhausted all of her life's knowledge. In front of her eyes was an [-]-foot-thick fan filter, showing off her flattering skills with joy, and praising Ning Han endlessly.

"This actor is amazing in filming a fight scene. It was a wonderful one. Thomas stepped and jumped with a full spin and one-handed backflip. Even our martial arts director who won a national gold medal applauded after seeing it;"

"The literary drama is even more so. The lines are smooth and full of dramatic tension. The crying scene comes as soon as it is said. It is full of emotions like the Huangguoshu Waterfall in August, pouring out and infecting the entire set;"

"Anyway, as long as Brother Ning Han is acting, those of us who are watching, the thirsty little hearts will be deeply nourished like the rain after a long drought, tsk tsk tsk, whoever watches it will know; "

"He is still very dedicated to his work. He endures hardships and does not say a word. He never leaves the script, just like sticking it with 502. He is like a hardworking bee all day long, buzzing hahaha..."

He is like the rushing water of the Yellow River. He is not stingy with any vocabulary that can enhance the image of idols, and blows out realistic and down-to-earth rainbow farts one after another.

The reporter was dumbfounded.So this actor is so good?Rare.

The lemons were dumbfounded.It turns out that the brother we love is really perfect!

Ning Han was dumbfounded.So I am so good?Why don't I even know it myself?

He recalled that the swearing words he heard from Qiao Shuran before, and the string of words that could make people boast, came from the same person? !

Is this really his black fan?I'm afraid it's not the dragger that Wang Tao found, right?

Under the lens of the camera, under the attention of fans, Ning Han gave full play to his acting skills of 12 points, and covered up his inner surprise with a gentle and calm smile, "No, it's okay, it's okay."

The lemons looked at Qiao Shuran with tears in their eyes, "Brother, good people are safe in life!"

For a black fan to say something against his will, Ning Han thought, Qiao Shuran must have exhausted his whole life, challenged the most difficult bottom line, and lost all perseverance and integrity.

This kind of kindness, in ancient times, was to be sworn to brothers by shedding blood!

Ning Han wished he could clasped his fists and shouted "good brother", and he couldn't knock his head like a tiger rushing to the ground. He could only silently signal Qiao Shuran with his eyes: such kindness cannot be repaid.

Qiao Shuran silently nodded to Ning Han, with an expression of "such a trivial matter is nothing to worry about": I don't thank you for your kindness, just tell the truth.

After completing the task with honor, Qiao Shuran retired.

Just as he was about to leave, the reporter did not expect the lady to hold him back again: "Wait, little brother, don't leave in a hurry."

The troublesome reporter lady smiled slyly: "I seem to have discovered something incredible~"

Qiao Shuran: "??" It's not over yet?

Ning Han: "??" Huh?again?

Lemons: "??" Yooooo~~~~

The lady reporter grabbed Qiao Shuran's hand holding the lemon, put it in front of the camera, and said excitedly: "Brother, you are also a lemon!"

The surroundings seemed to be dead silent for an instant.

"You're a lemon too - a lemon too - a lemon - a lemon - a lemon - a lemon - a lemon -"

These words were like a huge boulder weighing a thousand catties, thrown into Qiao Shuran's heart cliff thousands of feet deep, the sound was heard in the empty valley, and the sorrow turned for a long time.

The smile on Qiao Shuran's face suddenly froze, it was uglier than crying.

The lemons suddenly realized and were overjoyed: Brother, so you are one of us!

Qiao Shuran: "..." You have misunderstood, in fact, I am just passing by to cut lemons.

Ning Han: "..." You have misunderstood, in fact, he is just a black fan who happened to hold a lemon.

The situation was too embarrassing, and Qiao Shuran had no choice but to smile face-to-face.

Just smile, it's no big deal.

Fart!If Liang Jian saw this passage, he would definitely die without a place to bury him.

Maybe God heard Qiao Shuran's inner cry for help, and the lady reporter let him go at the right time, and said with a smile: "Okay, stop joking with this handsome guy, little brother, go to work!"

The lemons waved their hands tearfully, paying their highest respect to this unnamed hero.

Qiao Shuran bid farewell to everyone timidly and slipped away.

That night, in a room on the [-]th floor of the hotel.

Ning Han was leaning on the balcony, an adult man, biting his fingers and lips while looking at his phone, like a tangled girl.

He hesitated to open the WeChat chat box, entered a sentence and deleted it, deleted it and typed it again.

Should it be posted...

After hesitating for a long time, Ning Han gritted his teeth and finally clicked send:

【This is a lemon tree】: "Are you asleep?"

The other party did not respond for a long time.

At the same time, in a room on the fourth floor downstairs.

A man surnamed Qiao and named Shu Ran was curled up in a corner, looking at the cell phone that he had thrown under the bed in shock, crying and trembling.

Aww—has the male god sent me a WeChat message? !

The author says:

Ning Han: Look at my wife's clever mouth