My dad is a giant from Interstellar

Director Huo frowned and looked at Sheng Qingyan, who was scrutinized by him calmly.

"When you audition, you have reservations."

If during the audition, he could beat the actor's acting skills like this, why did he hesitate at that time, he would have already decided on him.

Sheng Qingyan explained: "The condition was not good that day."

Director Huo didn't let him go, he saw that Sheng Qingyan needed to relax now, but he was really shocked by Sheng Qingyan's acting skills.

From his experience, it's not just talent, it's polished talent.

"Director Huo, my mother is here."

Just as he was about to continue asking, Sun Ming came over and interrupted him, "Mom brought you the dishes she made by herself. She said you haven't eaten for a long time, so you must have thought about it."

Director Huo didn't say anything more when he heard the words, and announced: "I'm here today, call it a day!"

Xia Nianxing was looking at Sheng Qingyan, and when he noticed Sun Ming's gaze, he turned his eyes slightly away, and saw that Sun Ming was smiling at him, with an undisguised arrogance in his smile.

Xia Nianxing: "...?"

Xia Nianxing, who was at a loss and didn't understand, seemed to have made the young master unhappy, so he snorted coldly and continued talking happily to Director Huo.

"Sun Ming's mother and Director Huo have known each other since middle school, and they have a very good relationship."

"Wow! I didn't expect Director Huo to scold Sun Ming like that that day. It was completely unexpected."

Several people looked at Xia Nianxing while talking.

Xia Nianxing showed a blank expression again.

Xia Nianxing was happy that he didn't have to go with the strange director of "Xia Weiming" and "Your Father" for a while, so he could walk behind Sheng Qingyan with Qin Yushang and Tang Jingjing.

During this short journey, he kept looking at Sheng Qingyan's back worriedly, and occasionally glanced at the actor.

The actor and his assistant did not speak the whole time, and his assistant looked very nervous, carefully following behind the actor.

On the surface, Sheng Qingyan looked the same as when he came here.

However, he inexplicably felt that something was wrong with Sheng Qingyan, as if the whole person had fallen into darkness.

Such Sheng Qingyan is rare.

He is a king on stage, shining brightly.After the stage, every time he appears in front of the fans, he is full of energy and calm. He does everything well, exceeding the expectations of the fans. He never makes the fans worry, and always gives them unlimited strength.

He has always been the most perfect idol.

Xia Nianxing was worried and distressed.

During these days, he can better understand how much sweat is behind the perfect scene on the screen.

What's more, it only took less than four years for Sheng Qingyan to get to this point.

After returning to the hotel, the more Xia Nianxing recalled Sheng Qingyan's eyes in the play, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He sat on the bed, looked at the opposite wall connected to Sheng Qingyan's room, and didn't know what to do.

What does he do when he is down?

Xia Nianxing's eyes lit up, she got up from the bed, opened the cabinet, took out a box, and then opened the big box sent by her father, picking and choosing.

Sheng Qingyan was in his room watching the company's new variety show planning. He read a page of planning for 10 minutes without turning the page. He pinched his temples and was about to pour a glass of water when he heard a knock on the door.

The knock on the door at 0.5x speed was very small, a little bit, as if afraid of disturbing him.

This hotel is contracted by the film crew, and outsiders usually cannot enter.

Sheng Qingyan just thought for a moment before opening the door.

There was no one outside the door, Sheng Qingyan was vigilant, his trousers were pulled, and he looked down to see a small robot, holding an orange, looking up at him blankly.

"Hi, I'm Xia Nianxing, four years old."

Sheng Qingyan: "..."

This robot looks only the size of his palm, with a square head and body, looking dull.

After it finished saying this, it stepped aside a little, revealing a smaller robot behind it. This little robot has a round head and body, which looks stupid.

It held a bright red jujube, raised its small head, and said stupidly to Sheng Qingyan, "Hello, I'm Xia Nianxing, three years old."

Sheng Qingyan: "..."

The two little robots looked up at Sheng Qingyan together, "We are here to give you fruit, can you let us in?"

Sheng Qingyan chuckled and opened the door for them. Four-year-old Xia Nianxing pulled three-year-old Xia Nianxing in.

The two little robots have nowhere to put the fruit in their arms, the table is too high.

After Sheng Qingyan sat on the lazy sofa, two little robots stood in front of him holding fruits.

Three-year-old Xia Nianxing said, "I can write calligraphy now."

Four-year-old Xia Nianxing said: "I can dance, do you want to watch?"

Sheng Qingyan nodded with interest.

Four-year-old Xia Nianxing put the orange in Sheng Qingyan's hand and began to dance the dance moves he had learned.

The foolish four-year-old Xia Nianxing can only do three movements, back and forth all three.

The three-year-old Xia Nianxing imitated the four-year-old Xia Nianxing, and put the red jujube in Sheng Qingyan's hand. After letting it go, it didn't leave, and lightly rubbed against Sheng Qingyan's finger.

Sheng Qingyan's fingers trembled slightly.

"Where's 19-year-old Xia Nianxing? Why doesn't he come?"

?

Xia Nianxing, who was lying on the bed and using his mobile phone to control the small robot, sat up with a carp, and was dazed by the huge pie falling from the sky.

Go to idol room?

Xia Nianxing put on and took off his shoes and rushed out.

He ran to the door, stopped abruptly, quickly took off his pajamas, put on the best-looking shirt and trousers, and put on his shoes.He patted his blushing face in front of the mirror, resisted the urge to shout, and came to the next room with the most serious expression.

"Sheng..."

Xia Nianxing, whose heart was turbulent, got stuck at the beginning.

Sheng Qingyan said not to call him Teacher Sheng, so what is his name?

My brother and husband yelled blindly in private, so I can't yell like that again when we meet each other, although he did yell unconsciously.

Sheng Qingyan saw his embarrassment, "Call me brother."

Xia Nianxing unconsciously showed a sweet smile, and called conservatively, "Brother Sheng."

The sound is cheerful and soft.

The two adjacent rooms in the hotel were exactly the same, but Xia Nianxing felt that this room was shrouded in a layer of divine light.

Restrained and obedient, he walked across from Sheng Qingyan, and sat on the carpet with the two little robots, his eyes flying wildly.

I'm in the same room with my idol, and I'm sitting so close.

Xia Nianxing seemed to be able to feel Sheng Qingyan's breath, it smelled delicious and hot, and his back was numb, flowing all the way to the back of his neck.

As hell as hell, Xia Nianxing happened to remember what the girls in the group had said.

The terrible Sheng Qingyan, approaching is like being kissed with tongue, looking at each other is like being fucked.

No no no!You must stay away from idols.

Xia Nianxing moved, moving forward a little bit, getting closer to Sheng Qingyan.

?

Seeing that the kid sitting on the carpet was thinking about something and his face was getting redder and redder, Sheng Qingyan loosened his tie and felt that he had to say something.

"Such a small robot is rare in the world."

"Father made it for me!" The guilty Xia Nianxing said anxiously.

It would be nice to be able to speak to break the terrible silence.

"Since I was three years old, my father will make me a little robot every year on my birthday, and use this little robot to record my year."

He pushed the three-year-old Xia Nianxing over, "When I was three years old, I learned to write with a brush."

Three-year-old Xia Nianxing stood up very cooperatively, "I am three-year-old Xia Nianxing, I can write calligraphy, and I like to act like a baby."

Sheng Qingyan raised his eyebrows, the charm of the stage was integrated into his daily life, even a raised eyebrow made Xia Nianxing almost stop breathing.

The air started to feel bad again.

He held down the head of the little robot, and pressed it to sit down, "There are a few fixed words that he can say without being manipulated by others. It was set by Dad when he made it. It is Dad's love to act like a baby." In your opinion, you shouldn't be acting like a baby?"

"Just set a few words?"

Xia Nianxing nodded, being very honest in front of idols.

"Then it seems that he rubbed my finger just now is not a pre-set command, it is so smart that it can evolve?"

Wasn't it someone who was about to turn 20 years old who took advantage of his three-year-old "self" who loved to act like a baby and acted violently?

"That, what?" Xia Nianxing squeezed his hot ears, and brought the four-year-old Xia Nianxing to him, "When I was four years old, I was exposed to dancing for the first time."

Four-year-old Xia Nianxing said: "I am four-year-old Xia Nianxing, I can dance now, and I have a temper."

Xia Nianxing scratched his face. The three-year-old said he loved to be coquettish, and the four-year-old said he had a temper. He brought them to idols to relieve pressure. Why did he feel that he had ruined his image?

He raised his eyes quietly, just in time to meet Shang Sheng Qingyan's gaze.

There is a smile in his eyes.

This is enough.

"You can dance at the age of four, not bad."

"Well, I started learning at the age of four. When I was young, I wanted to be a dancer, and later I wanted to be an idol, but I couldn't stick to it."

"But I have persisted in writing and painting. My father likes to let me learn calligraphy."

"I later thought, maybe it's because learning calligraphy is cheap and trouble-free?"

Sheng Qingyan: "..."

"Our neighbor has a grandpa who is very good at calligraphy. He wrote everything about the Spring Festival couplets in our village. Grandpa taught me to write for free and gave me beautiful inkstones and brushes."

Being able to sit so close to idols and talk about their past was something that Xia Nianxing never dared to think about before. It is a very lucky thing for any fan.

The blushing anxiety in the air melts into a slightly sweet relief.

Xia Nianxing sat on the soft carpet, crossed his legs, and talked about his childhood in brisk words, "I was stupid when I was young, and I broke some of his inkstones. Grandpa lied to me that the inkstones were worth tens of millions. If you kiss him, he won't have to pay for it." him."

Sheng Qingyan listened quietly, listening to him talk about his yard, his many little robots, his father and his amiable neighbors.

It seems that in the forest hut, the stupid child is holding a brush and writing seriously, and he is wronged and goes to his relatives.

Everyone around him loves him.

His neighbors love him and often give him various small gifts and teach him various skills.

His father loves his son and is a sentimental person. He will use a small robot to record his son's growth every year.The little robot would tell Xia Nianxing over and over again, what did Xia Nianxing do when he was young, when did he learn to act like a baby, and when did he start to have a temper.

Xia Nianxing grew up in love, and these loves were fused into his flesh and blood, growing into his character, making him naturally good at loving someone, making his love delicate and frank, clean and warm.

Xia Nianxing babbled happily for a long time, then looked up to find that his idol was looking at her, wondering what she was thinking.

He said it with such fun, but Aidou was so bored that he lost his mind?

It won't leave the image of a small chatterbox again.

Xia Nianxing withered.

"I was thinking of the place where you live, it must be beautiful." Sheng Qingyan also became very relaxed at some point, he looked at the wilted young man with a smile, "Just from your description, I already feel happy. "

Xia Nianxing's eyes lit up, "If there is a chance, can I take you to my house to play?"

Facing those expectant eyes, it was hard to say no, "Yeah."

Xia Nianxing was so happy that she wanted to roll around, and she was so excited that she couldn't help shouting how nice her husband was.

He coughed lightly, squeezed his ears, forced a calm expression, and put three-year-old Xia Nianxing in front of him, "Brother Sheng, is three-year-old Xia Nianxing cute?"

Together with its master, the little robot looked at Sheng Qingyan stupidly.

For some reason, Sheng Qingyan felt that the two were inexplicably alike. He suppressed his smile, "Yeah."

Xia Nianxing couldn't control the smile on his face, "Then I'll give it to you."

He put the three-year-old Xia Nianxing by Sheng Qingyan's side, and explained thoughtfully: "My dad is often confused. After he finished the first one, when an uncle helped him send it to the factory to install the driver, he thought he lost it. I made one more, I will give you one, and I have another one."

"The little robot can relieve pressure." Xia Nianxing strongly recommended, "It's small and easy to carry."

Sheng Qingyan was taken aback for a moment.

Three-year-old Xia Nianxing has been with Xia Nianxing for 16 years.

For him, this should be a very precious and intimate thing, carrying his memory, his childhood, and his growth trajectory.

The phone rang, and Xia Nianxing sent the password and operation method of the little robot to Sheng Qingyan.

He whispered to the little robot, "You are too happy."

Then, with an expression of jealousy or happiness, he placed the three-year-old Xia Nianxing in Sheng Qingyan's palm.

Sheng Qingyan looked at the stupid little robot but couldn't say no to it.

When Xia Nianxing left, she was happy to find that Sheng Qingyan could no longer feel the sense of oppression.

It was only then that he told Sheng Qingyan what he had been pressing in his heart. His eyes were bright and filled with admiration, "Brother Sheng, your acting skills are great. In my opinion, you are currently the best acting person in the entertainment industry."

Sheng Qingyan was in a better mood, and said with a smile: "Then I have to thank you."

Xia Nianxing's doubts clearly hung on his face.

"I don't know how to smile like that. Your smile gives me inspiration."

The pure and clean smile on Qiu Chun's face is the smile when he was with He Kongmeng when he was young, and it is his only beauty.

At the meeting, Xia Nianxing, who was sitting opposite him, raised his head and said that his brother paid attention to me, and the smile on his face was always in Sheng Qingyan's heart, he just smiled thinking of that smile.

Xia Nianxing didn't fully understand, but he stood at the door and didn't leave. He glanced at the three-year-old Xia Nianxing at Sheng Qingyan's feet, and asked softly, "Then, is there any reward?"

Sheng Qingyan raised his eyebrows, "What reward do you want?"

Xia Nianxing took out a pen from his trouser pocket as if he had been prepared, "Can I have an autograph?"

He pulled the shirttail out of his trousers and "signed it on the shirt."

He puffed out his chest, "Sign up."

Sheng Qingyan: "..."

He took the pen, looked at the clean white shirt, and signed his name on it in a flying manner. It was really big, covering Xia Nianxing's entire chest.

He put on the cap of his pen, lowered his eyes and asked, "Just a signature? Do you want a hug?"

Xia Nianxing opened her eyes wide, "Ke, Ke, Keke... yes..."

Before the word "what" could be said, Sheng Qingyan took a step forward and hugged him into his arms.

His arms are long and powerful.

His palm was large and hot.

His voice was low and nice.

"Thank you."

Xia Nianxing was stunned.

Feeling the temperature that belongs to idols, the breath trembles.

The real Xia Nianxing has already spiraled into the sky.

Sheng Qingyan watched Xia Nianxing walk back to the room with the same hands and feet. Three minutes later, Sheng Qingyan, who was standing at the door, heard a sound of "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" .

Sheng Qingyan: "..."

He said to the little robot at his feet: "Why are you so..."

Three-year-old Xia Nianxing said in a daze, "I like to act like a baby."

The author has something to say: Xia Nianxing's small diary:

Today, I successfully gave the three-year-old Xia Nianxing to my idol. Next year, I will give the 20-year-old Xia Nianxing to my brother. When the time comes, remember to clean up for nothing and lie down smoothly.

感谢在2020-07-1520:57:23~2020-07-1620:40:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 kitten who starved to death;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 7 bottles of a big orange;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!