Let it go, rainbow fart

There is no doubt that Ning Han has good acting skills, and it is well-known in the industry.

But five years ago, before meeting Qiao Shuran, no one said that he was good at acting.

On the day of the audition for "Dawn", everyone who had watched Ning Han's acting rejected him, except Qiao Shuran.

Only Qiao Shuran praised him and said: "You acted very well, very very well."

God couldn't bear to bury a talented person, so he sent a boy who delivered the news to Ning Han and said to him: "You are very suitable for acting, so please don't lose confidence in yourself."

Not long after this meal, Ning Han was called away by his manager Wang Tao, who told him to go over there to meet some people and socialize.

Wang Tao pulled Ning Han to walk some distance, looked back at Qiao Shuran, and asked in a low voice, "Who is that?"

Seeing the vigilance of the manager, Ning Han reassured him: "A friend, I met a long time ago. He is also in this crew."

friend.I have known each other very early.These words came out of Ning Han's mouth, even he was a little surprised.

So that's how he sees Qiao Shuran in his heart?A friend I've known for a long time.

The bristling hair on Wang Tao's back bent down a little bit, and he was more worried than the old lady: "Why haven't I seen you have such a friend? Your career is at its peak, so be careful, don't just eat at the same table alone. , There are quite a few paparazzi who sneaked into the crew."

"The two of us are just having a meal and chatting, can we still have a scandal?" Ning Han comforted him, "And in front of so many people, what can we do?"

Wang Tao said angrily, "Now you have a physique that can be searched for when you walk a dog on the street. It's nothing to be photographed. Have you ever thought about your friend? He's just a staff member? It doesn't matter if it's exposed. good."

"Okay, Brother Tao," Ning Han picked up a glass of champagne from the table next to him, shook it lightly, and said casually, "I have a measure."

Here, Qiao Shuran stared blankly at Ning Han's half-eaten salad, and muttered gloomily: "What, it's rare to have a meal with Ning Han, and we only chatted a few words. We haven't met each other for a long time. The atmosphere is so good. it's over?"

Angrily, he picked up an orange, broke off a piece and put it in his mouth, biting it angrily, the pulp was squeezed into mud between his lips and teeth, bursting out the sour juice.

"It's so sour!" Qiao Shuran's face twitched because of the sourness of the orange, and several tons of saliva were secreted from her mouth.

He frowned, squinted his eyes and rubbed his cheeks, "Why is this orange so sour like a lemon?"

Lemons, lemons, how could everything remind him of lemons?

Alas, he really wanted to tell Ning Han that he was a lemon...

Qiao Shuran seemed to have an illusion that Ning Han seemed to be more familiar with him after knowing that they had met five years ago.

The sudden sense of familiarity after the recognition was like a rope holding him and Ning Han, making the distance between the two of them a lot closer unconsciously.

Qiao Shuran felt so happy.I and Ning Han have taken another step forward in the relationship between ordinary colleagues.

Perhaps, they are already considered friends who can eat and chat together?

Qiao Shuran suddenly became greedy, and a thought slowly rose in his mind: If Ning Han knew that I was an old fan who had supported him for five years, maybe our relationship could be closer?

A little closer is, from friends to good friends?

Qiao Shuran's eyes passed through the bustling crowd, looking at Ning Han who was talking and laughing happily with others in the distance, and suddenly wanted to run over and tell him: "I have a Weibo called Ning Han's Little Rainbow, which is just for you. "

He suddenly wanted to tell all the things he had done for Ning Han.

It's like a soldier who has made great achievements in front of the general, and he is confident and extremely honorable to ask for rewards; it's like a child who has scored full marks in front of his parents, proudly holding up the certificate and saying: "Look, I got [-] points in the test!"

He really wanted to rush to Ning Han and show him his Weibo: "Look, this is the rainbow fart I blow for you!"

Thinking about the electricity that was generated for love in those days, how much Qiao Shuran hoped that this generator could be recognized by cooking.Then show all the love to Ning Han.

That night, Qiao Shuran had three dreams.

In the first dream, incense was wafting from the temple, and Qiao Shuran transformed into a beautiful and charming nine-tailed fox, slowly descending from the sky.

He walked up to the little monk Ning Han on his jade feet, and said in a provocative voice: "Little master, do you know who made those beautiful rainbows?"

Ning Han, a monk with a shaved head, was unexpectedly cute and not stained with worldly dust. He was sitting quietly on the futon, not confused, and said indifferently: "I don't know why the benefactor made such a statement. Shutu, please leave quickly."

The Nine-Tailed Fox curled Ning Han up with its huge, soft, white and shiny tail, and teased, "Didn't you say that you monks don't tell lies? The little master was obviously dazzled by the dazzling and colorful scene, why don't you?" admit?"

Ning Han clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and focused his attention, and recited the Buddha's name purely: "Amitabha, form is emptiness, and emptiness is form..."

The nine-tailed fox was even more emotional when he saw Ning Han's abstinent and noble appearance. He gently moved closer to the monk's ear, his red lips moved slightly, and exhaled a breath of enchanting fragrance: "That's what I have spent so much time trying to please you. Illusionary Realm, do officials still like it?"

In the second dream, Qiao Shuran turned into a bully in wolf fur, kicked the weak and helpless Ning Han to the corner, and grabbed his collar fiercely, acting rudely and showing no mercy.

With tears in the corners of Ning Han's eyes, he looked pitifully at the cruel and violent man in front of him, like Little Red Riding Hood who had been cornered, desperately trying to break free from Qiao Shuran's shackles, trying to escape from the clutches of the evil wolf.

"Want to escape?"

Qiao Shuran sneered, and slammed the helpless Ning Han on the wall, grabbed Ning Han's fair and delicate face with one hand, and turned his face forcefully, "Look at me!"

Ning Han's handsome face can soften everything in the world, but it can't shake Qiao Shuran's ruthless heart.

Qiao Shuran stared at the shivering man, her voice was as cold as Antarctic frost and snow with a hint of hoarseness, "Today, I want to let you know who the hell is blowing rainbow farts for you?!"

In the third dream, Qiao Shuran was shot by dozens of arrows, his body was covered with wounds, his armor was stained crimson with blood, and he was lying dying in Ning Han's arms.

"Ning...General Ning..."

This picture of the mutilated body was extremely painful. Every time Qiao Shuran said a word, he would spit out a mouthful of hot blood; every time he said a word, he would exhaust all the strength in his chest.

Ning Han was buried in his neck, in great grief, tears gushed from his eyes, "Joe—!"

"No... don't cry yet..." Qiao Shuran slowly raised her hand with all her strength, and stroked Ning Han's dirty side face, hoping to calm him down temporarily and let him finish speaking.

"Wow - why are you so stupid?!" Ning Han was still crying like a roaring King Kong, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... "

"..." Seeing that he was crying so emotionally, Qiao Shuran probably didn't plan to send herself to be rescued.

He gave up and seized the last moment, intending to tell the truth that had been hidden for a long time. He said tremblingly: "Actually...that rainbow...rainbow..."

"Please don't die!" Ning Han, who was overly grieved, still talked to himself, interrupting Qiao Shuran's last words again.

Qiao Shuran refused to give up and wanted to struggle again: "The rainbow is—"

It's a pity that before the second half of the sentence had time to say, Qiao Shuran died, and has since become a resentful desolate soul whose life wish has not been fulfilled.

The next day, when Qiao Shuran woke up, it was already high in the sun.

The sunlight outside the window was dizzy, and his head was a mess. The dream he had last night was as clear as a movie, and it flew past in his mind.

Ugh, what a shame.

Miserable, the screenwriter has occupational diseases even in a dream.

He lay in bed for a long time, dazedly not knowing what he was thinking.

It is said that he has thoughts every day and dreams at night. His dreams clearly reflect his inner desire to actively reveal his identity.

But should he say it?Should I tell Ning Han?Qiao Shuran was too hesitant and tangled up.

After all, they are colleagues who have to work together for several months, so what they say will not affect them very well.

What if Ning Han felt embarrassed?What if Ning Han has a burden?Will he look at me differently?Think I'm someone wearing a mask trying to get close to him?Do you think I approached his crazy illegitimate fan with a purpose?

Qiao Shuran admits that his thoughts are very complicated, and he has become hypocritical and motherly, but there is no way, he really cares too much about Ning Han's feelings, and cares too much about his own image in Ning Han's eyes.

So he wanted to say it, but he didn't dare to say it.

Qiao Shuran was upset, as if there were eight hundred geese surrounding him, screaming at him, and his mind was like a knotted yarn, which he couldn't untie no matter what.

God, do you want to take off this vest?

The author says:

Progress report: the progress of dropping the vest has been loaded to 80%