This suitcase is really not mine

"Card!"

The director was very satisfied with this scene once.

"Junior brother, why is your face so red?" Qi Tiancheng yelled cheaply and came over to talk.

An Xuyu, who had just made up her mind, glanced at him, walked away with a sullen face and hands and feet.

Qi Tiancheng:?How did I mess with him again?

There is no scene in the afternoon, and his next shooting location needs to be transferred to another greenhouse, and the shooting time will be over in another four or five days.An Xuyu packed up her things, thinking about how to confess her love.

He felt that Qi Tiancheng probably liked him too, and it was reflected in every look and movement. An Xuyu was not slow to this point, and he knew something in his heart.It's just that he doesn't know how much he likes it, so he feels a little uneasy in his heart.

You have to confess your love while you are still on the set, otherwise when the filming is over, the two of you will be so busy that you don't know when you will be able to see each other again.

The confession also needs to be more grand, and you still have to give something.

What can I give you?

An Xuyu bored himself in the hotel, thinking about this all day long.Sitting at the table thinking hard, writing and drawing.

At the same time, the assistant brought a bag of letters to Qi Tiancheng.

"Mr. Qi, this is a letter from your fans."

Qi Tiancheng nodded.

Since the disbandment of the boy group, Qi Tiancheng has made it clear that he will no longer accept any gifts from fans other than letters, so every once in a while, his assistant will help him organize the letters he has received and send them to him.

Qi Tiancheng didn't read them all in one go, but when he was free, he slowly opened each one and read them carefully, three or four at a time.These immature or excellent letters are love from all over the country and even abroad.Most of the confession words are stereotyped and slightly clumsy, but each one is full of the girls' true feelings.Qi Tiancheng cherished such immature and sincere feelings.

He sat down, took out several letters and opened them.

When I saw the fourth letter——

The letter was only one page, but it was quite thick.Qi Tiancheng opened it and found a photo stuck inside.

It's a little girl who looks like a ghost, posing in horse gait and doing scissorhands, taking a photo with An Xuyu.

The background of the photo is indoors, and there are red couplets and blessings pasted on them. It is probably during the Chinese New Year, and both of them are wearing festive thick coats.

"Dear Great Saint:

Hello!I don’t know how many times I have written to you, there are too many people who love you, and I don’t know if this letter will be read by you.

After knowing that my cousin is filming a drama with you, I am really happy!There is a feeling that the dimensional wall is broken!My cousin is the one on the right in the photo, An Xuyu, who has acted in many dramas, but unfortunately he is not very popular.

I heard that this time he is playing your junior brother in the play.

Also please take good care of the younger brother!Ha ha ha ha. "

The letter also told a lot about the little fan himself.The little fan is a senior high school student named Guan Yongyu. Because her family does not support her star chasing, she used to run around with a suitcase on her back. Fortunately, her cousin helped her take care of Yunyun.

The little fans also talked about a lot of things, such as the many interesting things caused by pretending to be a male fan, such as how much effort they had to buy Qi Tiancheng's first album, it's finally here Qi Tiancheng's To sign.

The signature of the letter is @百智晚着小玉瑜.

The handwriting was obviously not An Xuyu's. He had read the annotations on An Xuyu's script many times, and it was impossible for him to admit his mistake.

and so……

Many images of getting along with An Xuyu flashed through Qi Tiancheng's mind, and a certain wall in his heart suddenly collapsed.

Not a bang, but a puff.

"Mr. Qi, your complexion is a little pale, what's the matter?" the staff member asked.

"It's nothing." Qi Tiancheng repeatedly stroked the pink letter paper, taking a photo with it.

My heart seemed to be blocked by heavy boulders, and I was very embarrassed.

The author has something to say:

I feel that I haven't written enough about the two-way secret love, so I will tear them apart again.

(hugging his head and running away)