On the go

Chapter10

"Go in." Rong Zichen opened the door of the dressing room, closed the door after An Shaoyang walked in, and locked it by the way.

There was no one else in the dressing room except the two of them. Hearing the sound of locking the door, An Shaoyang turned his head and looked at Rong Zichen with some doubts, but Rong Zichen's expression was very serious. He pointed to the chair beside him and said: "Sit there."

I don't know whether it was Rong Zichen's serious appearance that scared An Shaoyang, or the failure of acting just now made him feel uneasy. After hearing Rong Zichen's words, he didn't make any rebuttals. He sat obediently on the chair and looked at Rong Zichen. I don't know why.

Rong Zichen walked up to An Shaoyang, leaned on the dressing table, folded his arms, and asked casually, "What kind of feelings do you think Tong Che has for Xia Qi?"

"Friend, brother, best friend, confidant." After thinking for a while, An Shaoyang uttered a few adjectives he could think of that were most suitable for Tong Che and Xia Qi, but for some reason, he always felt that these words The relationship with Tong Che and Xia Qi is somewhat different.

Hearing this, Rong Zichen nodded lightly, smiled slightly, and continued: "Then let me ask you, do you think your relationship with Qi Yan is the same as the relationship between Tong Che and Xia Qi?"

An Shaoyang subconsciously shook his head, frowned and thought for a moment before saying: "Tong Che treated Xia Qi...too cautiously, yes, Xia Qi is not in good health, but there is no need to treat a big man like a porcelain doll, he ..."

Speaking of this, An Shaoyang suddenly stopped, raised his head and looked at Rong Zichen, with some understanding in his eyes, but more surprise.

Seeing this, Rong Zichen leaned down, put his hands on the armrests on both sides of An Shaoyang's chair, looked at An Shaoyang with forbearance, expectation, and exploration in his eyes, and he spoke softly, with a gentle but low voice: "Tang Sheng confessed to me. Ah Qi, tell me, do you want me to agree?"

Looking at Rong Zichen's eyes, An Shaoyang couldn't help being stunned. For a moment, he felt his mind went blank, everything around him seemed to be blurred, and the whole world seemed to be quiet.

thump.

thump.

Heartbeat speeded up.

It turned out that Tong Che treated Xia Qi with such feelings... At this moment, An Shaoyang suddenly realized.

Looking at An Shaoyang's expression, Rong Zichen knew that he understood, so he straightened up with a smile, and returned to his usual calm and gentle manner: "Let's go, it's time to go to filming."

An Shaoyang, who came back to his senses, stood up, nodded, and walked outside, but stopped when he stepped out of the door, turned around, laughed flamboyantly and teased: "Hey, I I heard that this script is adapted from a real person, Tong Che's prototype, could it be you?"

Hearing this, Rong Zichen raised his eyebrows, smiled and said: "If you want to know, you can ask me after this drama is finished."

Thanks to Rong Zichen's advice, the scene finally passed smoothly. After work was over, Rong Zichen walked up to Qi Yan, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said softly: "You are very talented, you did a good job."

An Shaoyang who didn't know when he came to the two of them saw the hand on Qi Yan's shoulder, grabbed Qi Yan's arm and pulled him to his side, then looked at Rong Zichen and said, "What are you doing?" I stay away from Qi Yan, don't catch anyone playing hooligans with anyone."

Rong Zichen laughed angrily at his words, looked at An Shaoyang with his hands in his pockets and said, "Why am I playing a hooligan? Master An, little friend An, do you have evidence for what you say, besides..."

Speaking of this, Rong Zichen paused, and walked up to An Shaoyang, his gentle voice seemed a little ambiguous because of a bit of a smile: "If you really talk about romance, you are no better than me, but you The target is a woman, and I, men and women are not taboo."

"Shaoyang, don't make trouble." Just when An Shaoyang was about to roll up his arms and sleeves to have a big fight with Rong Zichen and even start a fight, Qi Yan beside him grabbed An Shaoyang's wrist, shook his head, softly He persuaded, and then said to Rong Zichen, "Director Rong, Shaoyang is spoiled and has a bad temper, don't mind."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Rong Zichen shrugged, and said indifferently, but looked at Qi Yan with a little more meaning in his eyes. Although he was bickering with An Shaoyang just now, Qi Yan's expression was the same. It's interesting that this kid kept his eyes on An Shaoyang the whole time.

"Hey, Qi Yan, why am I out of temper, huh?" Hearing Qi Yan's words, An Shaoyang hooked Qi Yan's neck in dissatisfaction, his words were full of threats.

However, regarding An Shaoyang's actions, Qi Yan just pursed his lips and smiled softly, his brows and eyes were soft, and his breath was clean, with a touch of warmth.

Seeing Qi Yan like this, Rong Zichen was taken aback for a moment, the Qi Yan in front of him gradually overlapped with the young man in his memory, the same delicate and handsome, the same well-behaved and clean, the same gentle smile.

The boy in my memory always likes to wear his school uniform neatly, or on weekends, put on a white shirt and jeans, smile and say nothing, just like a handsome boy who came out of a cartoon.

From high school to the present, it has actually been a long, long time, so long that he should have forgotten that boy and that relationship, but like now, when he inadvertently recalls it, he can still feel a faint pain in his chest.

Not strong, not sharp, very light, very light, but real.