The second male is so beautiful [Quick Transmigration]

Song Lin raised his head from the phone, glanced around at the surrounding environment, and began to type with his head down.

—[It’s not in the theater, it’s at my friend’s place, a movie that my friend played casually]

—[Okay, let’s say this first, don’t look for me, I’ll go back right away. ]

The manager over there felt a person walking by, raised his head habitually, and smiled when he saw the familiar face, "Are you going to sneak out too?"

"Ning Chuan."

Because of his words, Ning Chuan frowned, he was just tired and wanted to go out to get some air, not sneaking out as he said.

Immediately, he thought of something, his brows relaxed, a little smile appeared on the corners of his lips, and he asked, "Brother Lin has gone out?"

The manager smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "He said he was a little bored and panicked, so he slipped out to get some air, so I was just sending him a message."

Ning Chuan nodded clearly, smiled politely, and left the theater.

The manager read Song Lin's message, shook his head, sighed, and didn't urge him any more, and casually turned off the phone.

The moment the screen of the phone went off, the name of the movie sent by Song Lin was blurred, and the manager didn't care too much. Compared with any new movie, he was more concerned about whether the next luxury jewelry endorsement could be won.

Song Lin put down his phone and hail a taxi. Before getting into the car, he turned his head to look at this screening room. "Lonely Screening Room" is a very suitable name for him, Song Lin thought.

The driver urged him, Song Lin turned around and got in the car, closed the door, gave the address, lowered his head and turned on the phone, saw Shen Zhuoqing's phone number in the address book, thoughtfully.

When Song Lin returned to the theater, the last show had just finished. His manager looked helplessly at Song Lin who was sitting next to him, and sighed, "Why, didn't you see that person again?"

Song Lin smiled, "No."

The manager looked resentful, "No, I'm wondering, who is that Zhou Qingxia? Why is he so arrogant? You've been looking for him for so many years. Why doesn't he want to see you?"

Song Lin couldn't see any expression on his face, and he fiddled with the phone to himself, "Zhou Qingxia is Zhou Qingxia, no one else."

His eyes stayed on the address book interface, his voice paused, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "However, I have my own way."

The agent shook his head, with an expression of "Okay, you can do whatever you want", shrugged, and stood up: "Then let's go, go back quickly and pick up the dance's movements."

In the early morning, Zhuo Qing opened the curtains of the milk tea shop, and moved the succulent stand to the door. The morning sun fell on it, and the succulents under the light were crystal clear. Hui.

After tidying up the things in the store, the master also came. The name of the milk tea shop has been passed down from the students through word of mouth in the past few days, and the number of customers has gradually increased, especially the children who come to buy milk tea during the morning reading and breakfast time A lot, the two of them kept their feet on the ground.

In the middle of the afternoon, when Zhuo Qing was not too busy, Zhuo Qing's cell phone rang. After checking the note, he picked it up.

"Hello Boss Song, what can I order?"

"I want to order a milk tea." Song Lin's voice was clear, "Delivery."

Zhuo Qing replied: "Okay, the store is not busy now, I just went out to get some air, please send me the address."

After hanging up the phone, the text message from over there was also sent, — [Zhou Qingxia from the language office of the school next door]

Zhuo Qing looked at the words on it, thoughtful.

Seeing him staring at his phone, the master said, "What's the matter, is there anyone looking for it? The store isn't busy right now, so go and do it if you have something to do. I can come here by myself."

Zhuo Qing raised her head, "Oh, a friend wants me to bring him a cup of milk tea. It's the school next door. I'll bring it to him."

"Xiao Zhou, have you written this week's lesson plan, can you lend me a look?" The female teacher at the opposite table said to Zhou Qingxia.

Zhou Qingxia picked up the lesson plan on the desk, stood up, and handed it over, "It's only up to today..."

There was a knock on the door behind him, and the teachers in the office all raised their heads at the same time. Zhou Qingxia also looked back towards the door, thinking that the door was open. The students hadn’t finished class at this time, and the leaders came in directly. Who could it be?

The eyes of the two collided in the air, Zhuo Qing smiled, raised the milk tea in his hand, "Hello, Mr. Zhou, your milk tea."

Zhou Qingxia was stunned for a moment, the words "I'm sorry I didn't order milk tea" came to his lips, he swallowed it again, walked towards the milk tea shop clerk at the door, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, can I take a step to talk?"

Zhuo Qing nodded, and followed Zhou Qingxia to the stairwell beside her.

The teachers in the office didn't gossip too much, and casually said a few words, "The newly opened milk tea shop in the movie theater in front of the school, I heard it's quite delicious. Let's make a cup and try it after get off work", and they all bowed their heads. started working.

Here in the stairwell.

Zhou Qingxia was tentative when he spoke, "Is it Song Lin who asked you to deliver the milk tea?"

Zhuo Qing thought for a while, Song Lin didn't seem to specifically ask himself not to tell Zhou Qingxia, on the contrary, he blatantly wanted Zhou Qingxia to know his existence. What's going on between the two of them?

Forget it, let them go, he is still living a leisurely and brisk life like this now, and then wait for the family to calm down with his angry little dumb, and then tell him what to do in this world, complete the task and go back early stop.

Zhuo Qing fiddled with the phone and brought up the interface of the text message sent by Song Lin for Zhou Qingxia to read.

Zhou Qingxia's expression was in a daze, the name displayed on the contact person was clearly in Chinese characters, but he seemed to not recognize these two characters, his throat was a little choked, his Adam's apple slipped, and he wanted to say something else, but the words that slipped out of his throat became nothing. "Excuse me, thank you."

Zhuo Qing nodded and went downstairs. Zhou Qingxia stood alone in the stairwell for a long time.

From then on, nothing happened.

Song Lin would come over very late every day, watch movies in the auditorium by himself, and stay until late at night before going back. It lasted more than ten days like this.

On this day, when it was time to get off work, Song Lin looked tired as usual, still smelling of alcohol, and plunged into the screening room. Zhuo Qing found a movie for him as usual.

The movie played for more than ten minutes. Zhuo Qing packed up and got ready to leave work. He closed the door of the screening room and was about to go to the bus station. The flickering red light at the door caught his attention. He was smoking a cigarette against the wall of the projection hall, feeling a little helpless.

The man also noticed Zhuo Qing, raised his head, stood up straight, smiled, and said apologetically in his voice, "Well, you are the owner of this shop, I'm sorry to trouble you during this time, oh, yes, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Song Lin's manager."

Zhuo Qing nodded knowingly, and pointed to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the milk tea shop next to him, "Go in and have a seat?"

The manager stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the smoking trash can beside him, "It's troublesome."

Turned on the small lights in the store, not very bright but just right, Zhuo Qing said, "Sit whatever you want, I'll make you a glass of wine", and walked behind the workbench.

The manager found a seat in the back and sat down. Zhuo Qing lowered his eyes to drink, and asked casually, "If you don't mind, can you tell me the story between the two of them?"

He didn't say it clearly, but the manager understood right away, and smiled wryly, "The two of them... It's a long story, and the story is very long. I don't know if you have enough alcohol?"

"Enough wine." Zhuo Qing also filled the glass in his hand, squeezed some limes, put decorations on it, brought it over, and sat down opposite the manager, "Come on, I'm ready to listen."

The manager took a sip of wine, "The craftsmanship is good! The story of the two of them has to start from childhood..."

Zhuo Qing listened very engrossed, sometimes surprised

"What?! You mean, Song Lin has liked Zhou Qingxia for 11 years!"

"What?! Song Lin is top class?"

"Ah? Zhou Qingxia and Zhao Guo are husband and wife?"

"What's the situation? Why has Zhou Qingxia been avoiding Song Lin and refusing to see him? No matter what the relationship is, at least they are still best friends, and they haven't reached the point where they won't see each other forever, right?"

……

The manager put down the glass of wine in his hand, sighed for a long time, and said with a self-deprecating tone: "Oh, I don't know if I'm lucky. For so many years, those few people in the circle were not blown up because of love. Afterwards, the traffic plummeted, because he was hacked because he failed to fire CP with an actress, and my family Song Lin didn't have any troubles in this regard..."

"To be honest, at the beginning, I was worried that these would affect his stardom. Later... I kind of hoped that he could find someone to accompany him."

"he……"

"Really, it's so lonely."

Zhuo Qing didn't answer, and drank the wine in the glass in front of him, "It's getting late, I'm planning to go back, this movie should be almost over, I sent him a message, you wait for him, let him Take you back."

Putting on his clothes, he walked out of the auditorium, took a few steps forward, and looked back. In the dim light behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, Zhuo Qing took a deep look at that lonely back, and shook his head with downcast eyes.

In the adult world,

Anyone, it's easy.

"Dumb..."

"Where are you?"

"What the hell happened?"

He turned around, stopped a car on the side of the street, gathered his clothes, and got into the car.

From afar, Zhuo Qing saw the lights at home were on, and couldn't help but quicken her pace.

Pushing open the door of the house, seeing the figure of Shen's mother on the dining table head-on, sinking under the light, Zhuo Qing felt guilty, and said softly, "I'm back."

Lin Kouqing was awakened by this voice, saw Shen Zhuoqing who was sitting across the table, and quickly stood up, "My son is back, he hasn't eaten yet, I left the food and haven't moved, wait for me to warm it up, it will be ready soon .”

Zhuo Qing quickly got up, "I'll just come by myself, I'll just come by myself, I've been waiting for a long time... I'll come back early next time, I chatted with my friends for a long time today..."

Lin Kouqing shook her head with a gentle smile, "It's okay, you don't have to come back in a hurry, you are only old when you go out to play with friends, it's the time of feasting, how come you have become an old man, but... a person I know It seems..."

While talking, Lin Kouqing suddenly realized that she had accidentally said what was in her heart. In this world, she was playing the role of the mother of the child in front of her. When she said that, there was a feeling of strangers between the two of them. , Don't let him notice the difference, otherwise it will be very difficult for her to complete the task.

Hearing these words, Zhuo Qing's hand holding the plate paused, raised her head in surprise, and looked at Shen's mother who turned around and hurriedly headed to the kitchen with inquiring mind. She might not realize that she is not her own son anymore. Bar?

After all, the previous few worlds didn’t have this kind of trouble. In this world, you get along with your mother every day. The unique emotion between mother and child is not just a fake like he said. Dumb, Dumb, where are you?

Hear me begging for your help?

Taking advantage of the hot dishes, Lin Kouqing quickly changed the topic, and asked seemingly casually, "Who is the friend you met today? Have you been to our house? What did you talk about? Mom also wants to hear about the friendship between you young people. topic of……"

"Ah... this..." Zhuo Qing scratched her hair, "I didn't talk about anything, this friend recently fell in love with watching movies, and the old love came to my place to watch movies, and it was half the night after watching..."

While turning on the microwave oven, Lin Kouqing continued, "Oh? That's right, young people nowadays really like watching movies. What movie did you watch today? I don't know if there is anything good to recommend to your mother, I I want to see it too."

Zhuo Qing took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, saying, "The "Farewell My Concubine" played to him today is about a..."

He stopped his voice suddenly, Lin Kouqing answered casually, "What story are you telling?" Immediately, he froze suddenly, his eyes widened, his whole body froze in place like a stone statue, he swallowed, in disbelief Asked: "You just said, what movie was shown?"

"Ah? It's a story about one person who thinks drama is not life, and another person who plays drama regardless of each other's entanglement." Zhuo Qing tried to make her voice appear natural, thinking to herself, this movie doesn't exist in this world, and Shen's mother seems to be too. I don't often pay attention to these things, and I don't think it's unusual if I haven't seen or heard of many movies. Thinking of this, Zhuo Qing was relieved.

Lin Kouqing ran out of the kitchen in a hurry, with a shocked expression on his face, "The movie you just mentioned is called "Farewell My Concubine"."

Feeling that the back where the clothes were placed seemed to be stunned for a moment, she calmed down instead, smiled, and went to comfort him instead, "You are from the earth, are you a tasker? It's okay, I am too."

Zhuo Qing turned around in shock.

"No wonder I feel that you seem to be different in some way, oh no, I mean, it is different from the character set shown in my mission, and it will be clear now. Hey, by the way, what is your name? Name? We can get to know each other again."

"My name is……"

"Zhuo Qing."

The author has something to say: Sorry for the long wait, everyone.

I'm back, Ah Qing is back, and the plot line will go away.

Thank you little cuties who are still there, love you!

The exam... I didn't do well in the exam, I just hope that I can use my good luck on my grades, I hope I can pass the exam, otherwise I will have to come for another year, crying QAQ