Let it go, rainbow fart

Ning Han looked at the second small picture suspiciously. This is a... tower?

He clicked on the big picture, no, it's a cake?And this cake looks a little familiar.

After turning his mind twice, he tried to recall——

Wait, isn't this the big three-tier cake for Fangfang's birthday that day? !

It's real.This blogger is indeed a member of the crew!

Ning Han's heartbeat was getting faster and faster. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down and think.

Why is this photo taken at such a strange angle?How short does the person taking the photo have to be to get that perspective?I'm afraid it can only be done by lying on the ground, right?

squatting?Squat!

Ning Han: "......!!!"

Realizing something, Ning Han's pupils trembled violently, his eyes widened, and he looked in shock at the man who was jumping like a Tigger with a mic.

Isn't this photo the one that Qiao Shuran squatted on the ground and took? !

Same cake, same angle, everything is exactly the same.

There can be no mistakes, so, so that rainbow blogger is... Qiao Shuran? !

Ning Han's reason was shaken to pieces by the sudden information, his brain crashed immediately, and it took a while to rebuild the system.

It's him? !It turned out to be him? !

Qiao Shuran is "Ning Han's Little Rainbow"? !

This thought was like a tornado in Siberia, sweeping through every corner of Ning Han's mind, killing all his calmness, and driving all his calmness into nothing.

Ning Han's hand holding the phone gradually tightened, his bony fingers were pressed until the knuckles turned white, he wished he could rush up now, rush up——

What are you rushing to do?

He asked him loudly, "Are you Ning Han's little rainbow?"

Or look him in the eyes and keep saying "thank you"?

Or just hug him tightly with both hands without saying anything?

Ning Han felt that he couldn't calm down at all, no matter how he controlled it, it was difficult to calm the turbulent waves in his heart.The person he had always wanted to see so much had already been seen, and was so close at hand, by his side.

It turns out that I still owe Qiao Shuran thousands of words of "thank you"...

Looking at Qiao Shuran with crooked smiling eyes, Ning Han's chest was undulating, and it was difficult to calm down, and he felt that everything had become chaotic.

Gradually, all the hustle and bustle around fell silent, and all the lights and shadows gradually became blurred and dimmed.He could only see the boy, only hear the boy, he was shining, he was singing, he found him at last.

It turned out that he was the one who had been with him through five years of ups and downs.Who is a black fan, who is a passerby, he is that rainbow.

Thoughts were buzzing, Ning Han recalled the various misunderstandings during this period, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and something in his blood was boiling hot.

This time, the black fans really turned into true love fans.No, black fans are true fans.

Ning Han suppressed the undercurrents in his heart, and couldn't help wondering: How did Qiao Shuran pretend to be indifferent in front of him?

When we first met, Qiao Shuran looked distant and indifferent, as if he was a complete stranger to Ning Han.She didn't take the initiative to talk to Ning Han, didn't ask him to sign, and didn't even seem to look at him at all.

"Isn't he my fan? No... hasn't he always liked me? Why can he hide it so deeply?" This was just a thought that flashed through Ning Han's mind, but it made him a little disappointed.

In fact, he should have known that Qiao Shuran was his fan, otherwise why would he risk offending Liang Jian to change the play for him?Otherwise, how could he go all out to praise him to the sky in front of the camera?Otherwise, why would you quietly tip him off on WeChat?

Ning Han sat there motionless, staring at Qiao Shuran without looking sideways, distracted:

How did that person act like nothing had happened?How did you act like you didn't know it all the time?like an outsider.

If it wasn't for this photo posted by mistake, if he didn't just happen to be discovered by himself, would he have planned to hide himself in the dark all the time, and be a little fan hiding behind the scenes to cheer for him?

Qiao Shuran knew everything, but he didn't tell Ning Han anything, willing to be an unknown light chaser.

He chose the way of being unknown and not asking for anything in return, but this way also cut off the chance of receiving Ning Han's "thank you".

Thinking of this, Ning Han was actually a little annoyed.

Even though this is understandable and something that can be empathized, he still can't stop being annoyed.

What if they miss out on the filming of the movie?What if you don't find out in this life?

Did Qiao Shuran miss the chance to get a response?Did he just miss the chance to be thanked?

At this time, all kinds of complicated emotions were intertwined in Ning Han's heart, shock, gratitude, emotion, anger... He was like a boat filled with lead, although it was heavy, but warm sea water wrapped him up and lifted him up. It's light.

Qiao Shuran sang three songs in a row until his throat was dry. He gave the Maid to the next person, and left the stage coughing to find some water.

Sitting back in the corner just now, Qiao Shuran suddenly poured ice water to moisten his throat.

He was still thinking about the look he had with Ning Han just now, as if there was a little bird curled up in his heart that was made to chatter and jump non-stop by Ning Han's glance.

Maybe it was the brilliant performance when he sang just now, or maybe it was Qiao Shuran's attractive appearance that attracted people to strike up a conversation. A man swung his wine glass and walked towards Qiao Shuran like a male peacock spreading his tail.

"Have a drink?" The man sat down next to Qiao Shuran self-consciously, with a strong smell of alcohol on his body, raised his glass and bottle to him, his tone sounded very frivolous.

This man's name is Bobby, the male fourth of "Dragon Warriors", a greasy little guy, and he's here tonight.

The purpose of his participation in this kind of gathering is mostly hunting.What is his orientation, the outsiders can't tell clearly, but everyone in the circle knows that everyone knows——

I still love young boys.

Qiao Shuran was scornful in her heart, but smiled politely on her face, and politely refused: "No, thank you Bobby."

In fact, even if the person who came was not Bobby, Qiao Shuran would still refuse.Firstly, it was because the occasion was chaotic and there was no need for him to drink at all.The second is because...

He was really horribly drunk.

The drunk Qiao Shuran was like a rampaging tyrannosaurus rex, completely out of control.

He once knocked on the neighbor's door in the middle of the night because he was drunk, ran to the kitchen to fetch water, then picked up the washbasin full of tap water, and yelled: "Brother dei, it's done——!!!"

In the second half of the night, he wrapped himself in "white silk" with paper towels, stood on the coffee table in the living room with a clothes rail, and kept shouting at three o'clock in the morning: "Soldiers of Yanbei, I want to Take you home——!!!"

Neighbors almost called the police.

So Qiao Shuran didn't dare to get drunk.

"You sing well," Bobby said with a frivolous face, his eyes wandered over Qiao Shuran's body, and his restless hands began to move restlessly, trying to cover the back of his hand.

Bobby's title of "Hundred People in Hengdian" is really not for naught.

Ten thousand grass horses galloped past Qiao Shuran's heart, and the scene was noisy and spectacular.

"Really," he replied perfunctorily, and pretended to move his hand away inadvertently, only to avoid Bobby's naked licking.

"Of course, I never lie to handsome guys," Poppy glib.

Qiao Shuran's complexion was already extremely stinky, obviously he didn't want to have too much conversation with the person in front of him, but Bobby has a thick skin, if he likes Qiao Shuran's good meat, how can he give up easily if he doesn't eat it?

"I like to make friends with good-looking men," Bobby's restless hand circled behind Qiao Shuran's chair with malicious intentions. It was chopped off.

Bobby raised his eyebrows, "So shall we have some wine, chat and get to know each other?"

Qiao Shuran: "..." With those squinting eyes, he just wanted to poke his fingers straight up.

He didn't want to be prosecuted for intentional injury, so he suppressed the anger burning in his chest and the disgusting feeling in his stomach, and put on a bad face that he didn't want to talk to the other party.

Qiao Shuran wondered, how can there be such a big difference in eyes between people?

Bobby's eyes were full of wretchedness, filth, indulgence and filth, like the septic tanks of the old city's sewers, exuding thick toxic methane gas, and the stench was so suffocating that it made people sick to look at.

Not as good as Ning Han at all.

No, no, you can't compare Ning Han with him at all, this is simply an insult and blasphemy to Ning Han.

Ning Han's little angel's eyes were clear and pure, flawless.

Where there is the sun, those eyes are like the extremely clean dew in the mountains, shining through the light.Where there is no sun, those eyes are like the purest stars in the sky, shining brightly.

Thinking about Ning Han's bright eyes, Qiao Shuran didn't pay attention to Bobby, and left him aside boringly.

He just imagined happily, imagining the pair of eyes that haunted him, and muttered to himself: "If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, where the eyebrows and eyes are full."

Not far away, the owner of those eyes was looking at this side with a complicated face.

[Ning Han observes secretly.jpg]

The author says:

Ning Han: Bobby, get rid of it. (Trigger pulled