A famous mouth [entertainment circle]

Miao Qianxiu looked absolutely innocent.

"What are you talking about, didn't you promise to help me take the film?" Shan Yang deliberately made himself sound fierce, and stared at Miao Qianxiu, "Stop talking nonsense, come quickly." I don't know who took the initiative to crawl yesterday up!

Miao Qianxiu rolled his eyes, probably remembering it, shrugged his shoulders, climbed onto the bed quite indifferently, and lay down.Shan Yang stepped aside uncomfortably so that Miao Qianxiu could lie down more comfortably.He took a deep breath, neither of them even messed up their clothes, God knows what he was nervous about.

"Are you still reading The Little Prince today?" Shan Yang asked softly.

"En." Miao Qianxiu replied irresponsibly, glanced at the camera with red dots flashing, put his head on the back of his hand, and looked up at Shan Yang's agitated Adam's apple from bottom to top.

"To you, I am just a fox like a million other foxes. But if you tame me, we will be indispensable to each other. To me, you are the only one in the world; I For you, it is also the only one in the world.” ①

When Shan Yang put down the book, Miao Qianxiu had already fallen asleep, his head tilted on the pillow, his bangs falling down in pieces, covering his smooth forehead.Shan Yang got up lightly, turned off the camera, and went back to bed.This time, he was neither hypocritical nor embarrassed at all. He naturally covered Miao Qianxiu with a quilt, curled up on the other side, and soon fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, Shan Yang opened his eyes and dazedly touched his side, leaving only the cold bedding.He blinked, and it took him a few seconds to really wake up.Miao Qianxiu nestled on the beanbag sofa, stretched out two straight long legs, looked up and stared at the ceiling with wide eyes.The curtains hadn't been drawn yet, and the room was groggy as if it was still dark—he might really dislike light.

"Good morning." Shan Yang scratched his hair and yawned, "Did you sleep well?"

Miao Qianxiu still maintained that posture without any response.

"How many hours do you sleep every night?" Shan Yang closed the curtains, letting in the morning light from the whole room.Miao Qianxiu groaned uncomfortably, turned over, buried his face in his arms, revealing the messy back of his head.Standing behind him, Shan Yang endured and endured, finally couldn't hold back, leaned over and gently touched Miao Qianxiu's head—well, it was as good as he imagined.Miao Qianxiu didn't seem to dislike such an intimate gesture, he unconsciously rubbed the palm of Shan Yang's hand with the back of his head, tightened his arms, and buried his face deeper.Shan Yang grinned silently, and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

At 07:30, Shan Yang was about to go out, and unexpectedly found that Miao Qianxiu was also wearing shoes. "Huh? You, you want to go out?"

Miao Qianxiu raised his head and glanced at him, "Yes."

Shan Yang turned the key in his hand upside down, "Are you going to work?" This is actually a very reasonable inference, Miao Qianxiu is such a grown-up man, to support himself, he should have a job.But for some reason, it is difficult for Shan Yang to associate him with a normal profession.

Miao Qianxiu yawned lazily, straightened up, and said, "Go to work."

Shan Yang looked at him suspiciously, and was not in a hurry to go out. "Where do you work? Was yesterday your day off? When do you leave work?"

Miao Qianxiu stopped his movements, turned his face sideways, stared at Shan Yang's face for a long time, then suddenly lowered his head, and gently kissed the tip of his nose. "Got it," Miao Qianxiu said helplessly, "I'll be back soon."

Shan Yang's whole body was stiff.

Who will tell him why the development of this script is so magical.

Miao Qianxiu picked up an empty black satchel, and said, "Can I have shrimp for dinner today?" He paused, frowned and thought about it, and added, "Thai curry shrimp."

"Yeah." Shan Yangji nodded, and went to work in a daze, forgetting to lock the door.

This obsessive state lasted until lunch time. While in a trance, Shan Yang stirred the noodles in the bowl, and finally the noodles turned into lumps. He also completely lost his appetite, so he simply threw away the lunch box and turned on the phone. Search for the practice of Thai curry shrimp.This dish is not difficult, Shan Yang quickly memorized the method and ingredients, looked up to check the time, and called Jiang Ting through the Internet phone.Jiang Ting is the owner of the attic, Shan Yang's landlord, and his friend for many years. She is now developing in the United States and is a well-known interior designer. "Hi Tin, I didn't bother you, did I?"

Jiang Ting's voice was deep and magnetic, like a subwoofer coming from the phone. "Ah Yang, tell me."

Shan Yang changed his mind and listened, "It's like this, do you mind if there is one more person living in the attic?"

"Well, you want to rent it out? I don't mind, but is there anyone who wants such a small place? It can't be rented for much money."

Shan Yang smiled, "That's what I said, but the person has already entered, and I'm too embarrassed to drive him out, so I want to ask the master what he means."

"Who is it?"

Shan Yang hesitated.To be honest, he couldn't tell who Miao Qianxiu was.Just when he was hesitating, the other party had already laughed. "Yes, Ayang, is there a situation?" Jiang Ting has always been aware of Shan Yang's sexual orientation.It stands to reason that Shan Yang is also a big man in his thirties, and he also said that his comrades are affectionate. After so many years, he still guards his body like a jade with black letters on a white background. Jiang Ting is also interested.

Shan Yang was too embarrassed to answer the question, so he just said, "He's still a good resident, let's see if you can do it here."

"Okay, there's nothing wrong with me. Anyway, you can live in my house at ease, and I can't take care of it in the short term. Just wait a little bit—" There were small and broken voices on the other end of the phone, as if Jiang Ting put her on hold. After getting off the phone, her voice sounded again after a while, "By the way, I have something to tell you. It just so happens that I want to go back to China next month."

"Great, we haven't seen each other for a long time!" Shan Yang said happily, "How long do you want to stay? I'll clean up the house for you, it's convenient for you to live at home."

"Stop, don't be too busy, just stay here. I will find a way to find another place to live." Jiang Ting paused, and then said, "This time when I go back, I will bring someone to meet you."

Shan Yang realized that Jiang Ting was really in trouble, and couldn't help feeling happy for her.The two chatted for another ten minutes, and Jiang Ting hung up the phone.After get off work, Shan Yang went to the vegetable market to buy all the ingredients for dinner.The aunt who sold fish and shrimp recognized him and insisted on giving him two taels more shrimp, and the aunt who bought vegetables next to him also took a little less.Shan Yang accepted their offer with embarrassment, and returned home with a bag full of prawns.

Miao Qianxiu was already lying on the lazy sofa, holding a book in his hand, flipping through it casually.I don't know what his job is, and he leaves work so early.Shan Yang thought about it, and accidentally saw the cover of the book, which turned out to be European history, he couldn't help but glanced at Miao Qianxiu in surprise.Probably because the other party likes to listen to fairy tales every night, seeing him reading such a serious book all of a sudden is a bit unacceptable—but he looks so good reading, Shan Yangxin thought happily.Miao Qianxiu looked up and saw the special food bag for fish and shrimp in his hand, with a nice smile on his lips, Shan Yang was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to recover, and walked into the kitchen with the same hands and feet, Chop the chopping board loudly.

After dinner, Shan Yang sat on the bed, set up a small desk, opened his notebook and started importing videos for editing.Editing is not difficult, but it is difficult to fully display his intentions within the specified time.Shan Yang cut all his past videos into short clips, selected them frame by frame, stitched them together, edited them again, and then stitched them together again. He couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he felt that he couldn't achieve the effect he wanted.He tossed about for two hours unknowingly, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly found a fluffy head appearing next to his thigh, and he was startled.

Mao turned his head around, revealing Miao Qianxiu's bright eyes. "Time to tell a story," he said.

Shan Yang glanced at the wall clock subconsciously, only to realize that so much time had passed.He looked at Miao Qianxiu apologetically, "I'm so sorry, but my work is still a little unfinished, can I not tell a story today?"

Miao Qianxiu sat up straight, crossed his legs, and showed no obvious unhappy expression on his face, but gently rubbed the storybook on the side with the thumb of his left foot, repeatedly.Shan Yang looked at him speechlessly.Miao Qianxiu turned his head to the side and fixed his eyes on the laptop screen. "What are you doing?"

Shan Yang fiddled with the notebook so that he could see it more clearly. "I want to make a demo, which is to summarize my previous work content."

"What are you applying for?"

"It's not considered an application..." Shan Yang organized his words, "I want to use it to apply for a chance to participate in the program selection, which is about the host."

Miao Qianxiu interrupted him, "It's the same, it's all about selling yourself."

Shan Yang froze for a moment, thinking that what he said was quite reasonable. "Yes, but I'm not sure if what I'm buying is what they want to buy. I want to make it a little more special."

Miao Qianxiu grabbed the mouse in his hand, clicked on the unfinished draft of the demo, and carefully read it from beginning to end.For some reason, Miao Qianxiu's serious attitude made Shan Yang feel embarrassed.He involuntarily snatched back the mouse, blocked the screen in vain, and explained: "I haven't chosen the soundtrack yet, maybe the effect won't be reflected, I want to..."

"Don't talk." Miao Qianxiu interrupted him again, and stopped again, as if realizing that his tone was a bit harsh.He turned his head, looked at Shan Yang, and said more gently, "What you make must be able to speak for yourself, not for you to say it."

Shan Yang nodded.Yes, that's it. He really wanted to let his demo speak for itself, so that the judges could get to know him in the shortest possible time.

"You said you want something different, so in your eyes, what is special?"

Shan Yang was somewhat at a loss for words. "It's probably... different from others? It just makes the judges' eyes shine, not the same."

"You are wrong." Miao Qianxiu denied him politely.

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① "The Little Prince"