Star Chaser [Entertainment]

Two days later, Wen Qing was leaving for Group B. Group B is on the other side of the film and television city, an hour's drive from the host hotel.In order to avoid running back and forth, the crew also booked a hotel nearby, and Wen Qing and the others had to move there.

This also means that during the remaining one-month filming period, he and Wen Qing will not be able to meet each other.

The emotion of parting always comes fast and strong, and Ai Changle begins to feel uncomfortable when he thinks of being separated from Wen Qing.When they were in the same crew, they had so little time to meet each other, and even if they were still in the same company, they would run their own announcements, so the chances were even slimmer.

"Brother Qing, I have something to tell you."

The sun was shining brightly at that time, standing in the sun for a while was like splashing through the swimming pool.Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Wen Qing seemed to be a very important matter, so he called him into the RV.

"What's wrong?" Wen Qing turned on the air conditioner and handed him a tissue to wipe his sweat.A beautiful camellia was printed on the paper towel, exuding a faint tea fragrance.

"You go to group B, how long will you be filming?" Ai Changle had nothing to say, his chest was pounding like a drum.

"If there are no accidents, it will be a month until it is finished." Wen Qing saw that his face was flushed, and at first thought it was hot, so he went to the tea room to choose, intending to make him a drink, "What do you want to drink? You are sweating so much now , you can’t eat ice, and you can choose other drinks as you like.”

Ai Changle was too nervous, his hands on the stool were as stiff as wood: "Anything is fine, Brother Qing, what do you like? Just get one, thank you."

Today's temperature is 38°C, but Wen Qing is still wearing a shirt, and the hem is neatly tucked into the trousers. Only a few wrinkles can be seen where the tying is done, and the curves of the body can be seen without feeling tense. very tight.He has always paid attention to his attire, even in private, he will not wear a cool vest.

He took out two jars and unscrewed the soft cap forcefully, so the veins on his arms protruded like runoff running across the ground.Such a man is emitting hormones every second, how can Ai Changle let it go?

"Will peaches and coconuts work?" Wen Qing took out a sterilized spoon.

"Okay, thank you." Ai Changle clenched his fists tightly, his palms were full of sweat.

He said, "Brother Qing, the effect of the live broadcast that day seemed to be pretty good. I heard from Brother Jia Jun that instant porridge sold very well."

Wen Qing didn't know why he said this, but he didn't ask why, but just followed his words and replied:

"Well, it's indeed beyond the brand's estimate. Thanks to you, I can't do it alone."

"No, no! I usually don't eat so much during the live broadcast. The main reason is that Brother Qing is here, so I will eat more."

Da da da......

After adding the ingredients, Wen Qing skillfully stirred the drink, and the silver spoon collided with the cup to make a crisp sound, which made the drum in Ai Changle's chest beat even more urgently.

"Why do I eat more now?" Wen Qing handed him the pink drink, and finally sat next to him.

Ai Changle blurted out: "Because you are beautiful and delicious."

"Huh?" Wen Qing tilted his head, and a sexy monotone came out of his throat, which made Ai Changle's eardrums tremble.

The hand holding the drink cup became tighter and tighter, and the fingertips squeezed out abnormal white.

"Brother Qing, I..."

I like you!

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Qing took a full view of his embarrassment, and asked in a softer voice than usual.

Ai Changle took a deep breath and raised his voice: "I like peach-flavored drinks the most! It's so delicious!"

These words were meant to affirm Wen Qing's skill in mixing drinks, but he seemed to have realized something, and a trace of disappointment slipped in his eyes:

"Oh, that's it. If you like it, I'll give you this can of peach powder. I usually drink less." He took the can of peach powder that was only one-fifth used off the shelf and put it in Ai In front of Changle.

"Thank you." Ai Changle couldn't count how many words of thanks he said when he entered the door.

"There are instructions for use on it, read it when you adjust it, don't put too much."

"Well, good." Ai Changle took a sip of his drink, and glanced at Wen Qing awkwardly, "Well, Brother Qing, you have been away for a month. The crew will be rushing to work soon, and both sides are very busy. I'm afraid it won't be long. I can't see you yet. I, I..."

I like you!

like you!

Are these three words so difficult!

is that really so difficult!

This time, Wen Qing did not interrupt him, and waited quietly to see what this man could say.

"——I think this caravan is really good! It's really cool to come up and sit when you have nothing to do!"

Wen Qing didn't understand what he wanted to do before, but now he does.So he nodded in agreement:

"Well, if you like it, I can introduce someone for you. You can buy one in the future if you have the conditions."

"it is good."

The second time still failed.

Ai Changle kept cursing himself in his heart, the boss is not young, and he couldn't confess his confession over and over again.No, no, there are only three things. If you fail the first two times, you will fail, and you must succeed the third time.Isn't it just a few words?What's the problem!

Finally, he worked up the courage:

"Brother Qing, I like—"

"—Brother Qing, are you in there? It's almost time, let's go!"

At the critical moment, Cheng Jiajun's loud voice came from outside the car. What's more, he knocked on the car window a few times when he said this.

swoosh-

The burning charcoal stove was completely wiped out by a basin of cold water. Ai Changle completely gave up the heroic impulse in the whole book, drank the drink in the cup pitifully, and said with a sneer:

"Well, you guys are in a rush, so I won't bother you. Brother Qing, I brought you a few peaches, and you take them over and eat slowly. Me, I'm leaving first!"

After speaking, fleeing for one's life usually takes the door away.

Cheng Jiajun originally thought that Wen Qing was the only one in the car, waiting by the door, but Ai Changle suddenly rushed out of the car, and ran away without saying hello.

"Brother, what's wrong with him? Crying? Are you bullying others?"

Facing a series of questions, Wen Qing didn't answer a word, but just silently gave Cheng Jiajun a look, his eyes burning with sullen anger.

The second monk of Chengjia Junzhang couldn't figure it out, and said to himself: "This, what's wrong with this?"

The confession was not successful that day, so Ai Changle went back and wrote a self-reflection of more than 1000 words, summed up in five words:

No guts, no confidence.

On the one hand, he felt that the confession was his business, no matter what Wen Qing thought, he should say what he liked.But on the other hand, he felt that Wen Qing was willing to chat with him, mostly because he regarded him as a friend. If he was driven away by his impulsiveness, it would be so embarrassing if he was still the boss in the same company in the future.

"Ah... so annoying, so annoying!"

He scratched his head a few times, but the trouble in his heart didn't relieve half of it.After groaning for a long time, he moved his eyes to the lock screen wallpaper of the phone.It was a still photo of Wen Qing in the drama "Life of Fireworks". Although it will take another month to shoot, the trailer of the first version has already been released.This still photo of him biting a bandage on his palm was captured by fans, including Ai Changle of course.

The person in the wallpaper had sharp eyes, as if they were staring at him.

"Do you like me or not?"

He started a conversation with a photo, which shows how broken it has become.

"You are so kind to me, and you always share peaches with me, twice, you should... like me a little bit, right?"

"Or, you don't like to fall in love with employees? Do you think that after falling in love, you won't be able to receive idol dramas? Or, you don't like me at all, and I'm just being self-indulgent..."

"You're too cunning." Ai Changle sighed into the air. He thought he would feel better after sighing, but he didn't want to get more and more worried.

"You look so handsome, and you have such a good personality. If you were like that, a gentleman on the surface but actually a despicable villain, I wouldn't like you so much."

"Many people say that celebrities are not the same before and after. There are so many people chasing stars, but after getting along with idols for a period of time, they will find that he has many shortcomings. I also know that you have shortcomings, but, seeing You actually encounter bottlenecks when you are filming, you also have negative emotions, you are also bad, and you don’t want to eat. These actually make me like you more..."

"What should I do? I really like you..."

The deadline was getting closer and closer, and the crew was much busier than before, and even Zhong Ran didn't ask for leave.On the day Wen Qing left, Group A happened to be filming a night scene, and Ai Changle, as a stand-in, had to be there of course.

After dinner, the director began to adjust the lighting and camera position, while Ai Changle and his team swiped their phones temporarily.

"Don't try to tie Brother Qing up for hype! Just do your food and broadcast! Ugly!"

He was bored flipping through the comments under the Weibo of the live broadcast, when suddenly a insult came out.

Since the two-person live broadcast, there have been such messages in his comment area from time to time.Although if you refresh it again, you will be overwhelmed by new fans, and many fans of Wen Qing will come to praise him, saying that watching him eat has an appetite, and thank him for letting Wen Qing eat so much.

But those insulting remarks seem to be organized, there are a lot of them every time they come, and they run away after scolding, and they don't want to fight.No matter how you look at it, it feels strange.Usually he doesn't care about these things, he just passed by pretending not to see it, but today he just happened to be in a bad mood, so he immediately decided to investigate and see who was behind it!

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

"Brother, are you in a bad mood today?" After arriving at the hotel, Cheng Jiajun looked at Wen Qing, whose face was dark all the way, and asked tremblingly.

Wen Qing kept turning the phone in his hand, as if he was waiting for someone's news, and it seemed that he was just bored.

Cheng Jiajun saw that there was no response, so he asked again: "Is it true, what happened to you and Lezi in the RV today, and I interrupted you? Yes, I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize." Wen Qing finally said, "It's also my fault for being too slow."

"Sluggish?" Cheng Jiajun was confused, "Brother, what do you want to do? But this month's filming will be very hard, and every second counts. You have to pay attention to your body. But, what do you want to do?"

"You'll know when it's finished."