The actor's dog is being stupid every day

"Ouch!!"

"Ouch!"

"what!!"

"Ah! Bird shit! My God!"

Suddenly, Chengfeng's production crew started to riot, and they all covered their heads and ran around, but they still couldn't escape. Chengfeng was the worst, with more than a dozen birds chasing him to shit, 360° without dead ends.

Director Zhang hastily retreated to the door, forgetting even the quarrel for a while, and it's important to hide from the birds quickly.

Who knows, after running for a while covering their heads, they suddenly found that the birds seemed to know who they were, and they were looking for people on Chengfeng's side to shit, but none of the people on Director Zhang's side were dragged away.

"Chachachacha!!" Come on!Boys, pull them to death!Let my shit drown them all!

"Chi Chi Chi Chi!" The daughter-in-law who dares to bully my younger brother is courting death!

"Clack cluck!" Look for shit!Find shit! !

"Chachacha!" Be careful, don't make a mistake!

The people on Director Zhang's side stood at the door, staring dumbfounded at a group of birds with fluttering wings, and Cheng Feng scurrying around them, pulling each other.

Director Zhang was suddenly in a good mood, and laughed: "Hahaha, people are doing what the sky is watching, let you make trouble, God can't stand it anymore!"

"Ouch, this is the first time I've seen such a thing."

"Quick video, I'm going to post it online."

"Yes, yes, record quickly, record quickly."

……

Song Ziqian stood next to Director Zhang, looked at Mo Shen, who was dancing at the end of the crowd, with the corners of his lips curled up, shook his head and smiled.

Next to Mo Shen, Song Xuanmin's usual calm expression cracked, and he looked at Mo Shen in disbelief.

Just now, Mo Ershao and some sparrows said something to call for helpers, and a large flock of birds actually came. This, this is incredible.

After Mo Shen waved his hand, taking advantage of the chaos in the crowd in front of him, he took advantage of the opportunity to run up to Song Ziqian, holding both hands, wanting to hug Song Ziqian but worried that there were too many people, so he grinned foolishly.

Song Ziqian looked at the big boy in front of him, he hadn't seen him for almost a month, he seemed to have matured a bit, but nothing had changed.

Director Zhang saw Cheng Feng and the others fleeing in despair, leaving nothing but bird feces and feathers, clapping and applauding happily. When he turned around, he saw a big man standing next to him. He was startled and covered his chest with his hands. take a step back.

"Who is this?"

Hearing the words, Mo Shen turned his head and lowered his head again, only to see the chubby Director Zhang.

Chubby, with beards all over his face, round eyes, wearing a pink hat, he looks like a goblin.

Song Ziqian pulled Mo Shen and dragged him to his side.

"Director Zhang, this is my friend, Mo Shen."

Director Zhang stroked his beard: "Xiao Song's friend..." He walked around Mo Shen with his hands behind his back, finally patted Mo Shen's arm, and smiled: "Young man is in good condition, do you want to act?"

Mo Shen raised his eyebrows: Oh, you have a good eye, you have a discerning eye.

Song Ziqian glanced at Mo Shen and coughed: "Director Zhang, you can start filming."

Director Zhang knocked on the head: "Look at me." After knocking, he turned around and waved to the crew: "Come on, everyone, get busy and get ready for filming!"

During the filming, Mo Shen was waiting by the side, and then Director Zhang specifically asked Mo Shen to sit behind the monitor and watch together.

The new movie is a martial arts film. During the whole filming process, Song Ziqian flew around in the air with a wire hanging from his hand, and danced beautiful sword flowers with a sword in his hand. face hero.

Song Ziqian turned around, blocked the hidden weapons of the assassins lightly, leaped with one hand on the table, and the assassins broke through the window.

There was a sword, light and sword, and the light reflected by the sword reflected on Song Ziqian's face. With his long flying hair, he was so handsome that he exploded in minutes.

Mo Shen sat with his face in his hands, the obsession in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Handsome, handsome, so handsome that I can't breathe, how can my wife be so handsome, so handsome!

Song Xuanmin who was sitting on the other side folded his arms, his eyes followed Song Ziqian, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated, Song Xuanmin came back to his senses, took out the phone, and after signaling to Mo Shen, went outside to answer the call.

At this time, Song Ziqian finished filming a scene, and the scene manager pulled the wire and put Song Ziqian down.

Mo Shen quickly went up to him with a towel, and when he got closer, he realized that Song Ziqian's face was covered in sweat, and his back was wet, obviously exhausted.

Mo Shen felt distressed again, handsome is handsome, but also too tired: "Come on, wipe off your sweat, do you want some water?"

Song Ziqian shook his head, took the towel: "Do you have anything to do when you return to China?"

Mo Shen: "I'm fine today, I'll be here with you, ah, by the way, I have some good news to tell you tonight."

Song Ziqian: "What good news?"

Mo Shen said: "This is a surprise, we can only talk about it at night."

Song Ziqian looked up at Mo Shen, helplessly, and smiled.

The girls from the crew in the distance stood on the edge of the set, watching Song Mo's show of love and affection.

He reached out and pushed the makeup artist sister next to him, wondering: "Sister Guo, why do I feel that the atmosphere between Brother Song and his friend is so weird?"

Sister Guo was chewing gum, thinking, where is a friend, it is clearly a boyfriend, and he is the background of Brother Song's phone, okay?

"Why does it smell, the sour smell of love?"

Sister Guo slapped the girl on the back of the head: "What love is not in love, don't look down on Renji."

The girl held her face, and laughed: "Oh, that's all I said. By the way, don't you think Brother Song is a good match for him? Height, aura, it doesn't matter if it's suitable, this is still my number one." This is the first time I have seen someone who can stand within one meter of Brother Song."

Sister Guo crossed her arms and looked at Song Ziqian and Mo Shen who were talking together on the other side of the set, as if she saw a big dog wagging its tail circling Song Ge.

Well, the loyal dog Gong and the cold beauty Shou are indeed a good match.

The girl squeezed her face: "Right, it matches well~"

Sister Guo put down her hands and turned around: "What do you match with? I'm going back to work. I need to change my clothes and repaint my makeup in a while."

Mo Shen over there naturally didn't know that his interaction with Song Ziqian had been watched by others, and he just felt that he and Song Ziqian had endless things to say.But he didn't rest for a while, and Song Ziqian had to hang up to film again, so Mo Shen could only watch helplessly below.

After filming the last scene in the evening, it was already past seven o'clock, and it was already dark outside after seven o'clock in winter, and all the street lights were turned on, winding like a river of stars.

Song Xuanmin went to find Mo Qian in the afternoon, and then stayed there until Song Ziqian finished filming.

Song Ziqian changed his clothes, wearing a light gray trench coat and a brown plush scarf, and hurried to the outside of the studio.

Mo Shen stood at the door of the studio with his hands in his pockets, smiling and saying goodbye to the crew.

From afar, Song Ziqian looked at Mo Shen, who was smiling, and suddenly felt that the fatigue of the day disappeared with his smile.

Unknowingly, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he quickened his pace and walked towards him.

"Song Ziqian, you are here!"

"Why don't you wear a scarf?" Song Ziqian took off the scarf around his neck, stretched out his hand to hang around Mo Shen's neck, and wrapped it up: "Waiting for so long, isn't it cold?"

Mo Shen smiled, clutching the scarf with Song Ziqian's body temperature in both hands: "It's not cold."

"Goodbye, Brother Song!"

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Qian!"

"Mr. Qian, be careful on the way home!"

……

The passing staff greeted each other, Song Ziqian withdrew the hand that Mo Shen secretly held, turned around and smiled.

"Goodbye, everyone, and be careful on your way home."

Everyone smiled and waved: "Okay Brother Song!"

But he thought in his heart, this was the first time he saw Brother Song smiling so happily in so many days of filming, even with smiles in his eyes.

Mo Shen curled his lips, alas, it's all because there are too many people at the door, if at home, after Song Ziqian wrapped the scarf around me with his own hands, I would have to kiss me anyway, unlike now, I can't even hold hands.

So, let's go home!

"Ziqian, hurry up, I'm hungry!" Mo Shen urged Song Ziqian while walking backwards.

Song Ziqian frowned: "Be careful."

When they got in the car, Mo Shen and Song Ziqian squeezed into the back seat, while Song Xuanmin drove in front.

The heater was turned on in the car, and it was as warm as spring.

"Hiss——it's really cold outside, and I obviously didn't feel cold on the set."

Song Ziqian lowered his head and unbuttoned: "There is air conditioning on the set, so of course it's not cold."

Mo Shen hugged Song Ziqian's scarf, and took a deep breath: "Mmm, it's delicious."

Song Ziqian:==

Changing the subject, he looked at Song Xuanmin who was driving ahead.

"Who is this?"

Mo Shen tilted his body and put his head on Song Ziqian's shoulder: "He is the new assistant I told you about, Song Xuanmin."

Song Ziqian: "Hello."

Song Xuanmin glanced back through the rearview mirror: "Hello."

Mo Shen: "Speaking of which, your surname is Song, haha, you are from the same family."

Song Ziqian felt more and more familiar with Song Xuanmin, but he didn't dare to directly express his guess, fearing that it would be nothing, so he had to be cautious in probing.

"Mr. Song, may I ask you, do you have any brothers or sisters?"

Song Xuanmin turned the steering wheel: "Yes, but they are all abroad."

Song Ziqian was stunned for a moment: "Really."

Yes, I have……

It seems that I guessed wrong... He is not, my brother.

Song Ziqian suddenly lost his mood, relaxed his back and leaned on the seat, thinking that he hadn't found his younger brother for so many years, how could it be possible that the one he felt like just happened to be.

Also, I haven't seen it for more than [-] years...

Mo Shen moved his head, puzzled, Song Ziqian asked him why?

Song Xuanmin: "But it's not my own, I was adopted by my parents."

Song Ziqian's heart jumped heavily suddenly, and he half sat up: "Adopted!?"

Mo Shen groaned, his head fell off Song Ziqian's shoulder and hit the backrest.

Song Xuanmin: "Well, I was adopted when I was six years old, and I have been living abroad since then and never came back. I don't remember anything before the age of six because of a car accident."

He had a car accident at the age of six and was adopted, named Song Xuanmin...

It was him, it must be him, no wonder I couldn't find him, it turned out that he went abroad.

Song Ziqian spoke incoherently: "Then, then you have, you think, found your real, family?"

At the traffic lights ahead, Song Xuanmin stepped on the brakes, and the car stopped at the intersection.

Song Xuanmin looked at Song Ziqian in the rearview mirror: "I have a family photo from my childhood, do you want to see it?"

Mo Shen: (⊙_⊙)

etc! !Why do I suddenly have a feeling of recognition! !God!This can't be true, can it?

Song Ziqian nodded: "Please show me."

Song Xuanmin took out the wallet placed in the front grid of the car, turned it over, and found a yellowed photo in the outermost transparent interlayer of the wallet.

It is a family portrait of four people, parents, elder brother and younger brother.

The background is under a tree, parents are standing outside, the taller brother in the middle is hugging the younger brother, the whole family is smiling very happily.

Song Ziqian took it with trembling hands.

It's him...it's him...