Difficult to quit

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There was a soft sob in the room.

Liu Han, who was on the sidelines, wiped away his tears without any image.

As an ordinary girl, she had read this cult romance novel that was a hit back then.

He also hid in the quilt and held his mobile phone to chase after him with gloomy eyes, and wept sadly for Qingyi's encounter.

As the second villain in the later period, Qingyi's depravity has caused countless mother fans to feel distressed, and various fan works and cosplays emerge in endlessly.

A thousand readers have a thousand Qingyi in their hearts, but today Liu Han saw the Qingyi in her heart.

Young, naive, stupid, yet weak, and bullied, the sparks in their hearts are extinguished day by day, and they finally walk towards the ease of the devil.

Zhuang Yi couldn't see the amazed eyes in the room.

He entered the drama too deeply, and fell into the emotions of a 15-year-old.

He forgot that he was auditioning. He didn't know whether he was walking out of the Zangshu Pavilion of Qingyuanzong in the script, or the teacher's office of No. [-] Middle School in his memory. Written by Li Qinghai.

—the pain in his eyes was deeper than his own.

But Li Qinghai didn't say anything, just put his arms around his shoulders, led him all the way out of the building, and got into the car.

In the quiet and closed environment, there is a faint familiar smell.

Zhuang Yi suddenly withdrew from his emotions, but his voice was still low and hoarse: "I don't want to see you now."

"Then you won't see me." Li Qinghai said, "Close your eyes."

Normally, Zhuang Yi would laugh angrily at his words.

Close your eyes and disappear?What to do to fool yourself.

But when the warm and dry hands fell on his eyes, he really closed them involuntarily.

Li Qinghai gently wiped off the remaining drops of water on his eyelashes.

The slender and thick eyelashes couldn't help trembling, leaving a slight itch in his palm.

Li Qinghai blocked his eyes with one hand, pressed the back of his head with the other hand, and gently pressed him into his arms.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't open your eyes, don't look at me, I'll just say a few words, if you don't want to see me, I'll leave after I finish speaking."

Zhuang Yi buried his head in his arms and gave a soft "hmm".

"Are you really going to take this movie?" Li Qinghai paused, "If you don't play Qingyi, I can find you a better role; or if you don't want to make a movie, you can just release an album."

Zhuang Yi whispered: "There is no one more suitable for me than this role."

"You have investigated everything about me before, don't you know?" Zhuang Yi said: "Are you afraid that I will have an emotional breakdown when filming this scene? I won't. I have experienced it all. I am not so Fragile."

"Well, I see." Li Qinghai couldn't help but patted his head, "I asked someone to investigate, but as long as you don't want to talk, I won't ask, okay?"

Zhuang Yi didn't speak.

After a while, Li Qinghai's palm felt wet.

"...don't cry."

He moved, trying to raise Zhuang Yi's head.

But Zhuang Yi seemed to be angry, and shook off his hand that was blocking his eyes, and pressed his head firmly against his chest, preventing him from seeing himself at this time.

After a long while, Li Qinghai sighed, and hugged him tightly again as if admitting defeat, "My brother's heart is broken from crying, I'll let you beat me up, okay? Don't torture your brother like this, or you Tell me, it’s okay for me to be with you when you’re sad."

"You're not my brother." Zhuang Yi replied, his voice muffled and hoarse.

"I'm not, I'm not, you are my brother, okay?" Li Qinghai gently followed his back, "Brother Zhuang, can you stop crying?"

Ever since he was a child, Li Qinghai was most annoyed by girls crying, and what he was most afraid of was Zhuang Yi crying.

Afterwards, he experienced a lot and saw many kinds of women in front of him, and he was basically immune to women's tears.

But Zhuang Yi couldn't do it. When Zhuang Yi cried, he felt as uncomfortable as before, as if his heart was being pulled.

Zhuang Yi choked on Li Qinghai's amusement.

Li Qinghai's gentle voice rang in his ears, soaking him in it like warm water, his heart softened at first, and his eyes were sore.

Zhuang Yi seldom thinks about those things in the past. He would wake up from such a dream a few years ago, but he would just clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, hugging himself trembling in the dark, and he would not cry a long time ago. .

I never thought that one day, because of this person's words and a hug, tears would overflow like this.

It was as if he had pierced through the armor he created with blood and tears, and this person would always exist in the softest part of his heart.

Zhuang Yi silently pushed him away, and wiped his face hard twice.

Li Qinghai suddenly leaned over and approached him.

Zhuang Yi opened his eyes wide in an instant, stared at his face that was close at hand, and asked with little confidence: "You, what are you going to do?"

Before he finished speaking, he hiccupped.

His face immediately turned red.

The corners of Li Qinghai's lips were slightly raised, he stared at him for a moment, stretched out his hand, slid it very close to his face, and pulled the safety belt to buckle it on him.

"Points will be deducted for the co-driver not buckling his seat belt." Li Ershao sat up straight and explained with a serious face.

"..." Zhuang Yi turned his head out of the car in embarrassment.

Li Qinghai started the car and asked him, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Zhuang Yi punched the seat hard as an answer.

Li Qinghai laughed out loud.

The car drove into the underground garage, and Zhuang Yi finally realized something was wrong, "Why do you have a garage?"

Li Qinghai took it for granted, "I live here, why don't I have a garage?"

Zhuang Yi: "You live with me?"

Li Qinghai glanced at him in surprise, and corrected him, "I live upstairs from you."

He paused, and added slowly: "If you want to live with me, it's not impossible."

Zhuang Yi's answer was to jump out of the car and slam the door.

Li Qinghai also got out of the car, and Zhuang Yi had already called the elevator down. Seeing that he took out the elevator card and swiped it, and the floor was one floor higher than him, he knew that he had been fooled again.

When the elevator arrived at Zhuang Yi's floor, Li Qinghai supported the elevator door with his hand and asked him, "Will you go to my place? I'll cook for you."

"No." Zhuang Yi flatly refused.

"Okay." Li Qinghai followed suit, "Then it's ready and I'll send it to you."

Zhuang Yi: "..."

He returned home, and after more than 40 minutes, there was a knock on the door, and Li Qinghai really brought him the food.

In an apartment like this, everyone's elevator card can only be used to swipe their own first floor. Zhuang Yi watched Li Qinghai put the food on the table, and asked him: "Do you have my key?"

Li Qinghai replied: "Of course not." Of course there was.

He reached out his hand to wipe off the sweat that didn't exist, "I came down by the safe passage, and I have to be careful not to spill the food. Let me have a meal?"

Zhuang Yi only hesitated for a second before Li Qinghai sat down at the table.

Zhuang Yi had no choice but to get the bowls and chopsticks for him.

The two were eating quietly, when Li Qinghai's cell phone rang, he clicked on it, and said, "Qingyi is yours now."

Zhuang Yi didn't ask him how he got the news, so he hummed.

Li Qinghai said: "There are still about ten days before joining the group, I will invite a teacher to teach you acting."

Zhuang Yi agreed.

Li Qinghai hesitated for a while, "I will accompany..."

Finally he said: "I'll cook for you tonight, and let your assistant bring it to you when it's ready."

Zhuang Yi held his chopsticks and did not refuse.

The matter was settled like this, and Tan Junfeng brought the teacher over the next day. The teacher used to teach in Chinese opera. He had rich theoretical knowledge, but lacked actual filming experience. Zhuang Yi was very embarrassed to understand.

Sending off the teacher at night, Zhuang Yi squeezed his swollen temple and complained to Zou Kai, and Zou Kai said lazily, "Brother will teach you."

Zhuang Yi talked nonsense with him: "Okay, tomorrow I will tell Brother Tan not to be the teacher of Zhongxi, and I will teach you instead."

"Tsk," Zou Kai was unconvinced, "Zhuang Er, you can doubt brother's popularity, but you can't doubt brother's education—wait a minute, I'll look for it, where is my graduation certificate?"

Zhuang Yi: "You used it to cover instant noodles when I went back to your house."

He took a quick glance at that time, only to realize that Zou Kai was originally from a major, a serious graduate of the Department of Chinese Opera and Acting.

Zou Kai rummaged through the box for a while, and finally said angrily: "I haven't eaten instant noodles recently, so I can't find them."

Zhuang Yi made him laugh, "Don't turn over your graduation certificate, I believe you have a high degree."

"No, this is simply an insult to my brother." Zou Kai broke out stubbornly, "Send me the script, and my brother will act for you."

"Okay." Zhuang Yi picked out a paragraph and sent it to him, "Come here for fifty cents."

Zou Kai spent 15 minutes reading the script and said decisively, "Turn on the camera."

The two turned the audio call into a video call. Zou Kai held up his phone with a selfie stick, cleared his throat, and began to speak his lines: "I believe in Senior Sister Qingmiao, she won't join forces with the devil!"

Zhuang Yi was originally smiling, and was playing a small game on his phone, but after hearing Zou Kai say a few words, he stopped smiling, put the phone aside, and stared at Zou Kai on the screen seriously with the pad in his hand. look.

The selfie stick was rigidly shining on his upper body from an angle, and the specially turned on overhead light illuminated a bright white, but this did not affect Zou Kai's performance in the slightest.

It took only 15 minutes for Zou Kai to memorize this line.

The language and expression are all vivid; he entered the play in the shortest time, turning himself into Qingyi.

The two have known each other for a long time, and it is common for them to eat and play games in the same house, but this is the first time Zhuang Yi has seen Zou Kai act.

Just dumbfounded.

Zou Kai finished this part, blinked at the camera, and returned to the lazy and unruly [-]-line, "How is it, is it worth fifty cents? If you like it, please pay attention."

Zhuang Yi pursed his lips, lowered his head and pressed his phone, and transferred 500 yuan to him on WeChat.

"?" Zou Kai: "Being moved by brother's acting skills to the point of insanity?"

"Brother Kai, Brother Zou," Zhuang Yi stared at him with burning eyes, "Come and teach me, I will ask Brother Tan to give you the teacher's money—no, double it!"

"What are you talking about, is your elder brother Kai the kind of person who bends his waist for money?" Zou Kai said nonsense, and quickly tapped his right hand twice to accept the transfer.

"However, I have a busy schedule recently, and a lot of guards are waiting for me to act." Zou Kai said, "Don't look at me with such eyes, I will think what you think about my chrysanthemum-it's not to be told kind of."

"...All right, all right, you can send me the address."

The author has something to say: Former · Professional Course No. [-] · Teacher Zou

Li Qinghai: The rival in love came to the door, annoying

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