Let it go, rainbow fart

Today is the birthday of the heroine Fang Fangfang.

After all, she is a popular first-line female star, Sister Fangfang is extravagant and pompous, turning the set into a temporary birthday venue.

Almost the entire production crew arrived, the studio was playing tall background music, and all kinds of food and drinks were available.

The most eye-catching one is the giant three-layer cake——

Layer after layer, the creamy creamy shape is amazing.Surrounded by light golden wavy lace, dotted with blooming hand-made red roses, each piece of chocolate plate pasted on it is carved with flowers, sprinkled with sparkling gold powder, and there is a fragrant flower on the top layer. What a delicate little guy.

It smells like money.

Qiao Shuran looked at the big cake and sighed that RMB is really a good thing.I wonder if the person who will cut the cake will have to stand on the ladder later?

"It's really different for rich people to celebrate their birthdays. Making a cake is like building a tower. It's so proud."

Qiao Shuran, who had never seen the world before, was deeply shocked, and decided to take a photo of the cake and send it to that bumpkin Jiao Yang to share, so that he could know what the gap between rich and poor is reflected in every aspect of life.

Taking out the phone, Qiao Shuran found a position facing the light source, and framed the giant cake into the lens.

But looking at the cake like this, he couldn't show the grandeur and height of the cake, so he squatted down and aimed at the big cake.

With a "click", it's done.

Looking up from this angle, the cake looks like a majestic and towering pagoda, which is magnificent.

Qiao Shuran looked at the photo contentedly, and at the same time stood up, with a muffled "boom", he hit something heavily on the top of his head.

Did he get under the table?How come the top of the head still hits something?

Rubbing his aching head, Qiao Shuran turned around to see that Ning Han was holding his chin and frowning at him, with the same expression as his, with the same pain-distorted face.

Qiao Shuran: "..." bumped into Ning Han? !

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he hurried forward to apologize, with a guilty expression on his face, "Are you all right?"

"No, no, it's my fault," Ning Han waved his hand, "I saw you squatting on the ground with your mobile phone just now, and I wanted to poke my head to see what you were doing, but I didn't expect you to get up as soon as you bent over."

Qiao Shuran: "..."

Ning Han also apologized: "I should have called you first."

"Are you really alright? The impact just now was so severe that I could even hear the sound," Qiao Shuran said in a panic, so she leaned over and held his face and looked left and right.

Ning Han, who was suddenly attacked in the face, was a little embarrassed, and the tips of his ears, which were half covered by his hair, turned red quietly.

"It's okay, it's just a pain." He looked away, not daring to look at Qiao Shuran, who was close at hand, but his heartbeat was still speeding up.

Ning Han felt the other party's cold fingertips touch his skin, and his face didn't feel much pain, just a little...

a little itchy.

My heart is also a little itchy.

Ning Han has a clear understanding of her sexual orientation, straight.But why is he itching for a man?

He took a peek at Qiao Shuran, and it felt very straight.

Qiao Shuran didn't realize that her movements were too intimate, she concentrated like a doctor who caught a puppy for physical examination, carefully checked that Ning Han's face was fine, and then stepped back with a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, this face is so handsome, what should I do if I smashed it? I can't afford it," Qiao Shuran was still afraid, and made a little joke with distress and self-blame, "If you really give your face To make a bruise is a waste of money, I deserve to die, I will be struck by lightning and split into pieces!"

There is nothing wrong with Ning Han's face.

The nympho Qiao Shuran was frightened there, but the innocent Ning Han was upset here.

In order to hide his flustered heartbeat, Ning Han changed the subject and said, "So what were you doing just now, squatting on the ground?"

"Me?" Qiao Shuran said with a smile, "It's the first time I've seen such a big cake, so I took a photo as a souvenir."

Ning Han: "..."

Ning Han took the initiative to show his kindness, showing his kindness clumsily, "Do you want me to take a photo with this cake for you?"

"..." Qiao Shuran shook her head in embarrassment: "No need."

He couldn't laugh or cry, the male god is so cute, this is not a scenic spot, why do you want to take a group photo of this trip?

"Okay," Ning Han asked again, "Are you hungry? Let's go over there and have something to eat together?"

Ning Han remembered that he had something to talk to Qiao Shuran, and he happened to be hungry and wanted to fill his stomach, so he called him to join him.

Qiao Shuran was taken aback for a moment, the male god is...inviting him to eat together?

Eat, eat, eat!eat together!Eat shit!

"Okay, okay," the little stammer, Qiao Shuran, nodded his head.

The food prepared on the set is placed on a long table, all for everyone to take by themselves and eat as they please.Cake, meat, champagne, French fries, sushi...

Qiao Shuran looked at the table full of food and swallowed.

He originally wanted to take two spoonfuls of beef with onions, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. The onion has a strong smell, so what if he smoked the male god while talking?

He wanted to take spicy chicken feet again, but after thinking about it, forget it again, what's the point of holding a chicken foot in front of the male god and eating his mouth full of red oil?

Thinking left and right, thinking twice before and after, Qiao Shuran thought, it's better to eat western food, it is more elegant and temperamental when eaten.

So he sandwiched a plate full of spaghetti bolognese, with two large steaks stacked on top...

He found a seat with few people and sat down, sitting like a quiet and dignified lady, waiting for Ning Han's arrival.

Soon Ning Han came over with the food. He put the plate in his hand on the table and sat down directly opposite Qiao Shuran.

Qiao Shuran looked down and saw that Ning Han's plate was full of vegetable leaves, lush and green.

Qiao Shuran: "..." Still, quite healthy.

With such a strict diet, it's no wonder that Ning Han maintains such a good figure. His long legs, shoulders, and sharp-edged face are not for nothing.

Then look at what is on his own plate?Starches, fats, heavy flavors... are all sources of obesity.

Well, tie up your stomach and forget it.

"I, I didn't eat at noon," Qiao Shuran explained bluntly. After thinking for a while, he added: "I didn't eat in the morning either. This is my first meal today. Also, the salad I ate last night."

Ning Han was confused by his nonsensical words. Seeing Qiao Shuran flicking the pasta on the plate with a fork, he understood what he meant.

He laughed and said, "You're so thin, it doesn't matter if you eat more. I'm trying to control my weight recently, so I eat so little."

Qiao Shuran smiled awkwardly, heh, a man's mouth is a deceitful ghost.

The phrase "it doesn't matter if you are so thin, eat more" has become the root of all evils for many people to gain weight.

The two were eating slowly, one was eating meat and the other was chewing grass, but their minds were not on the food.

"You..." Ning Han seemed to be organizing his words, hesitated for a long time, and finally said what was on his lips, "You know there is a play called, called..."

"Huh?" Qiao Shuran looked at him, rolled up a small lump of pasta with a fork, and sucked it into his mouth.

Ning Han only remembered that the play was renamed later, but he couldn't remember the name because it was too long.He seemed to be stuck in the disc, he said hesitantly while thinking: "It's called "Rediscovering the Dawn of the Sky... The..."..."

Qiao Shuran froze suddenly, chewed the pasta in his mouth, and swallowed it vigorously, as if he knew what Ning Han wanted to say.

"Do you want to say "Dawn"?" Qiao Shuran asked tentatively, his heart hanging in mid-air.

Ning Han, who was still struggling with the name of the play, heard this name, and a trembling expression flashed in his eyes, "Yes, "Dawn"."

As soon as Qiao Shuran uttered "Dawn", Ning Han knew that the boy who stopped him outside the elevator five years ago was really Qiao Shuran.

The name "Dawn" is only known to those who have read the original script and participated in the audition. As for the broadcast, the title of the play has already been changed.

"Do you still remember this play?" Qiao Shuran seemed to have a pacemaker in his heart, causing the originally calm heartbeat to fluctuate.

"Not only do I remember this play, I also remember you." Ning Han put down the fork in his hand and said to him seriously: "You are the one who stopped me in front of the elevator on the audition day, right? You said I 'acted very well,' Very, very good', remember?"

Qiao Shuran didn't speak, he wanted to cry.

Looking at Qiao Shuran's expression, Ning Han knew that he should also remember him, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "So we met five years ago."

The tone of Ning Han's words was like the taste of the vegetables on his plate, very light, but the weight was like the steak on Qiao Shuran's plate, but very heavy.

It turned out that he remembered that they met once five years ago.

Qiao Shuran choked for a moment, unable to speak, but nodded slowly with tears in her eyes.

"Your words mean a lot to me," Ning Han said to him sincerely.

After being silent for a while, Qiao Shuran said: "At that time, I thought that your acting skills were very good, and one day you would become famous."

His attitude was very sincere, without intentional flattery.Because in Qiao Shuran's heart, Ning Han has always been excellent.

Thinking of the previous misunderstanding, Ning Han murmured self-deprecatingly, "I thought you were..." In the middle of the sentence, he didn't say the word "black fan".

"What am I?"

"It's nothing, just a little misunderstanding." Ning Han smiled: "I didn't expect that we are destined."

He looked at the face of the person in front of him, as if it coincided with the face of the boy five years ago.That's right, it's him, exactly the same.

"Yeah, we...are destined." Qiao Shuran lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes cast a light shadow, he was a little embarrassed, "I thought you wouldn't remember me."

"I really didn't recognize you at first," Ning Han scratched his temples with his knuckles, and said shamelessly, "But sooner or later, I will recognize you. How could I forget you?" He smiled slightly, "That's too much conscience."

How can I forget you?

After hearing this, Qiao Shuran raised her eyes to look at him, she was slightly surprised in her clear and bright eyes, I don't know if it was surprise or surprise.

"After all, you are the first person to say that I am good at acting," Ning Han said, "I will never forget it."

He said he would not forget him.

The author says:

Ning Han: Look straight at people.