Let it go, rainbow fart

After a night of tossing, it was late at night when we returned to the hotel room.

Qiao Shuran was as tired as if he had been subjected to ten tortures. He was exhausted physically and mentally. He still hadn't recovered from the impact of what happened tonight.

It turned out that not only would I be in trouble if I drank alcohol, but it would be even worse if others drank alcohol...

He still had lingering fear, took a hasty shower, fell asleep without even looking at his phone.

A night without dreams.

When she woke up the next day, Qiao Shuran's internal organs were exhausted, she coughed lightly, her throat felt like it had been sharply rubbed by sandpaper, and it was burning hot.

It seems that singing loudly last night and talking too much hurt my throat.

After posting it in a daze for a while, the experience of last night flooded into my mind again like a tide, Qiao Shuran said sadly: "Damn it... help me—"

He plunged headlong into the quilt, thrashing his limbs frantically, beating the pillow frantically, wishing he could punch himself until he lost his memory.

Going crazy and tired, Qiao Shuran collapsed on the bed, a little dazed.

Such an unreal thing actually happened so fucking badly, this time it really caused trouble.

Ning Han's breath, Ning Han's cheeks, Ning Han's half-closed eyes, the touch of Ning Han's lips...

"Ah—" There was another burst of mourning.

Waking up in the morning to look at your phone is the least respect for a brand new day.

After finally calming down, Qiao Shuran opened Weibo, read the comments and reposts, and he was confused.

Most of the comments on Weibo last night were fans bragging about Ning Han's face, but some Qiao Shuran couldn't understand——

"Is your wife's birthday today? Happy birthday~~"

"Did the blogger slip his hand? Delete it quickly..."

"I'm so [surprised] [surprised] what a big cake, my wife is a local tyrant!"

"The one on the right thought it was Leifeng Pagoda from the small picture, but it turned out to be a cake [dog]"

Realizing that something was wrong, he quickly clicked on the original Weibo.

In the next second, Qiao Shuran: "..."

It turned out that I slipped two pictures last night and posted an extra photo of a cake that has nothing to do with the accompanying text.He hurriedly edited Weibo again, deleted the redundant cake picture, and clicked "Send".

Qiao Shuran thought luckily, luckily the cake didn't have the name "Fang Fang" written on it, otherwise wouldn't it have revealed that he was a member of Fang Fangfang's crew.

Fortunately, nothing can be seen from this picture, otherwise what should I do if the vest is taken off?

Very risky.

Qiao Shuran washed and dressed procrastinatingly, he deliberately went out half an hour late today.

When it was nearly ten o'clock, Qiao Shuran thought, that person should have left the hotel to go to the film crew, right?So if you go out now, you shouldn't run into each other, right?

When Qiao Shuran went downstairs, she dodged and dodged like a frightened bird, fearing that she would run into that person.

Although it is said that we will see each other sooner or later, but a second is a second, and Qiao Shuran really doesn't know how to face him.

Unexpectedly, he, Qiao Shuran, would be afraid of meeting his own life one day...

Unfortunately, God seems determined to punish him.Obeying Murphy's Law, Qiao Shuran ran into Ning Han as soon as he arrived at the hotel lobby.

A man in a shirt was sitting on the sofa in the hotel lobby, facing the elevator door. As soon as Qiao Shuran got out of the elevator, he met his eyes directly.

Qiao Shuran froze instantly: "..."

"Could it be that they cut me here specifically?" Pooh, pooh, Qiao Shuran spurned this self-indulgent thought.

Instead, a more terrifying thought: "Wait, he didn't mean to tell him about last night?!"

Seeing Qiao Shuran, Ning Han stood up from the sofa and walked towards him from a distance.

Compared with his usual appearance, Ning Han didn't seem to be any different. He didn't feel haggard from a hangover, nor was he tired from staying up all night.

However, the way he looked at Qiao Shuran seemed to have changed a bit compared to before. When Qiao Shuran wanted to take a closer look, the look disappeared. It only appeared for a moment, and then Ning Han quietly hid it .

Seeing the man walking towards her step by step, with a smile on his face and easy steps, Qiao Shuran almost went crazy.

With sweaty palms, he: "..." Is it too late to turn around now?Or escape.

"Morning," Ning Han said, just like the first ray of sunshine he saw when he opened his eyes this morning, bright and cheerful.

Be calm and calm, soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, see tricks and dismantle them.

Qiao Shuran settled down, and forced a smile that could withstand all the storms in the world, "Morning."

Because he was flustered and guilty, when he said the word "early", his voice weakened a lot.

Ning Han: "Last night—" He just said two words to start, but was interrupted by Qiao Shuran in shock.

"Yesterday, last night?!" Qiao Shuran bristled like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Uh, what happened last night?"

"Thank you last night. Brother Tao said that you stayed with me for a few hours." Ning Han was still polite and polite, and there was nothing wrong with his tone, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry. "

"Oh... so you said this." Qiao Shuran breathed a long sigh of relief, barely covering up the panic in her heart, "No trouble, it's normal for us to work together and take care of each other."

Seeing his startled look, Ning Han thought it was a little cute, and held back a smile: "But looking at you, what happened to us last night? I drank too much, so I forgot—"

Qiao Shuran frowned instantly, and smirked with a blushing face, "Nothing, nothing happened, hahahaha..."

At this time, he was excited and crazily thanked God for his blessing: Just forget it, just forget it, it’s great, it’s great.

Ning Han looked at him, with the corners of his mouth curled up, and there was some playfulness in his smile that was not easy to detect: "That's good."

Qiao Shuran nodded like a car doll.

"But why does your voice sound a little hoarse?" Ning Han's words sounded very concerned.

Qiao Shuran thought to himself: Nonsense, I have praised you for two hours of rainbow fart without drinking water without stopping, can my voice be good?But forget it, I am happy.

He curled his lips and said a white lie: "It should be because I sang high last night and hurt my throat."

"In the future, pay more attention to protecting your throat," Ning Han stretched out his hand and gently tapped Qiao Shuran's forehead.

Qiao Shuran: "!!!"

Ning Han's action reminded Qiao Shuran that last night, she touched Ning Han's eyelashes, nose tip, and...

And lips.

Qiao Shuran instantly petrified, unable to move, her face turned into a ripe persimmon, soft and waxy.

However, Ning Han looked confused and started talking about other topics: "By the way, I will leave for a few days in the future to record a show in Guangzhou."

The sentence "Leave for a few days" brought Qiao Shuran back to his senses in an instant, "Record a show?"

"Ah."

Now that Ning Han has become popular, the programs looking for him are naturally one after another. Taking advantage of the gap in filming in the next few days, Wang Tao helped him accept a program recording.

"It's a good thing, how many days?" Qiao Shuran was immersed in the depression that he would not see Ning Han for a while, and he never thought about why the other party would tell him this on purpose.

"Six days."

Qiao Shuran didn't know what to say, so she answered casually, "Then... come back early."

As soon as he said these words, he wanted to blow his dog's head off. How he said these words was like a wife who was sending off her husband who was about to go away, and then gently asked: "Come back early, dear."

However, Ning Han didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with these words. He smiled slightly after hearing this, and replied happily: "Okay."

Later, Qiao Shuran chatted with the crew, and found out why Ning Han was able to spare time during filming to record programs in other places.

Because his main rival actor, Liang Jian, stopped work due to injury, and Ning Han also had to stop working for a week.

Liang Jian's feet are now wrapped in zongzi. The internet is full of drafts of his injuries due to the drama.

Qiao Shuran didn't believe it. He followed Liang Jian on the set in almost every scene and never saw Liang Jian get hurt. How could he just say he hurt his foot?

The flame of curiosity was blazing, Qiao Shuran pulled Feng Kangkang to ask what happened, "Hey, why did Liang Jian get hurt?"

Feng Kangkang was wearing dark green nail polish, so he didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he responded casually: "It's just like what I said on the Internet, I was injured because of the drama."

"Don't do this, you think I'm stupid," Qiao Shuran slapped him on the shoulder, "You are Liang Jian's life assistant, so you must know something inside, tell me."

Being bumped by Qiao Shuran, Feng Kangkang painted his nails crookedly, gave him a blank look, and wiped off all of them, "Don't paint it, don't paint it anymore, anyway, I don't like this color very much."

Seeing that his brother was angry, Qiao Shuran hurriedly coaxed him, "I'll give you a bottle of what my sister painted...'Cut Men's Sex', it looks much better than this duck shit green."

"It's not too bad." Feng Niangniang smiled in satisfaction, covered half of her face with her hand with raised orchid fingers, leaned her head and whispered to Qiao Shuran: "Liang Jian's instep is burned."

"Scald?" Qiao Shuran saw Feng Kangkang showing a gossip face, and immediately smelled gossip: "Why is it hot? Hurry up and break the news."

"Let me tell you, don't say it out there," Feng Kangkang suppressed a smile and blushed.

Qiao Shuran nodded solemnly, "Swear to the death to keep it secret, even a large wrench in a vise can't pry open my tight mouth." He quickly drew a line on the mouth with his finger, indicating that the zipper was tightly pulled.

"Isn't Liang Jian always fond of comparing himself with Ning Han? He saw that Ning Han was losing weight a while ago, and he wanted to lose weight not to be outdone, so he fasted for several days."

Feng Kangkang just got started, and Qiao Shuran started laughing from ear to ear, "What should I do, I really want to laugh after you just said the beginning hahaha..."

Feng Kangkang couldn't help laughing as he said, "Then, the night before yesterday, he was so hungry that he wanted to steal instant noodles in the hotel room, so he boiled water by himself. After the water boiled, he picked up the kettle and prepared to go Fill it in the bucket of instant noodles, and then hahahahahaha..."

"Hahahaha you're talking and I'm listening, why do you laugh harder than me?" Qiao Shuran gasped with laughter, and hit Feng Kangkang, "Can you finish talking before laughing? Hahahahaha..."

Feng Kangkang held his breath, suppressed a smile and continued, "When he poured boiling water, he saw a mosquito on the back of his foot and wanted to scald it to death..."

The two looked at each other, and at the same time let out an earth-shattering torpedo burst of laughter: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"I'm afraid this damn is mentally retarded?"

"Do you want to suggest that he go to the psychiatrist first?"

"It's useless. This is a natural brain damage and cannot be cured."

"hahahahahahahahahaha......"

The two poor little ones who were bullied by unscrupulous masters on weekdays, at this moment, passionately laughed at Liang Jian's stupidity, and spoke ill of Liang Jian like a cross talk.

Today is the third day since Ning Han left the film crew.

It was also the third day that Qiao Shuran failed to see Ning Han.

For three consecutive days, Ning Han was the first person Qiao Shuran thought of when she woke up every morning.

The next moment, he realized that Ning Han was thousands of miles away.Qiao Shuran felt a sense of loss, accompanied by a sense of longing to see Ning Han.

In the past, Qiao Shuran was just a silent fanatic. Although he could only see Ning Han on online TV, he was very satisfied.

But not now, Qiao Shuran wanted to see Ning Han in front of him, smile at him, talk to him, and call him "Shuran".

Does it mean that people become greedy when they own something?Qiao Shuran found that such a self always unconsciously wanted to have more.

These emerging emotions can no longer be satisfied by looking at people on TV or looking at photos on the Internet.

When he couldn't see Ning Han, he would miss him.

Qiao Shuran didn't know how this longing came about, it seemed that it came without warning, and then it took root in his heart, and it seemed to eat away at his mood.

The former Qiao Shuran had many emotions towards Ning Han: liking, admiration, and admiration.

But only did not miss.

In his opinion, isn't the word "missing" generally used for close people?Isn't it used on people with whom you often get along?

Idol is out of reach, no matter how much you miss him, he will never come back to you.

If you insist on saying yes, it's when Ning Han hasn't posted on Weibo or appeared in public for a while, but Qiao Shuran can quench his thirst just by looking at Ning Han's photos and dramas.

But now, he has gone through all the precious photo albums, and he still can't stop missing Ning Han, on the contrary, it has intensified a lot.

Looking at Ning Han's magazine photo on the phone, Qiao Shuran sighed deeply: "I miss you so much, I want to see you so much."

So that night, the rainbow fart he sent was only sixteen words——

[Ning Han's Little Rainbow]:

"Ride on the other side of the wall, hoping to return to the pass. If you don't see the return pass, you will cry."

The author says:

Suddenly, I really wanted to make a sand sculpture of Liang Jian and Feng Kangkang. It was so funny that it was so close to the male superstar's sissy assistant...