cry one let me see

Song Mingyi's work efficiency has always been very high. Within a week, two sponsors were negotiated, one was an energy drink, and the other was a certain shampoo brand that came to him on his own initiative. He said he liked Song Mingyi, Ju Rui and Ruan Jun's good looks, and even pulled the team out to take a set of promotional photos.

When the behind-the-scenes footage of the filming was released, it immediately attracted a large number of female fans to ONG.

Especially in the photos, when five people stand together, the others are all in different poses, only Song Mingyi has his arms on Ruan Jun's shoulders in every photo, there is a faint domineering feeling of bringing people into his own aura and completely possessing them posture.

Since the names of the two are put together as "Yi Ruan", everyone named them in reverse: one soft → one hard.

"One hard CP" was born.

The shampoo merchant saw such a business opportunity, took advantage of the opportunity to find some footage of the video, cut out a ten-second video and posted it on the Internet.

In the video, the photographer was repairing Ruan Jun's clothes. Song Mingyi stood beside him and watched quietly. Then when Ruan Jun looked up, he suddenly smiled and reached out to brush his hair for him.

CP fans went crazy instantly.

"This nima is too flirtatious!"

"I can do it again! I want to drink real CP again!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

As for the incidents on the Internet, everyone who returned to the base after filming and handed in their mobile phones did not know about it.

The only person who knew was Chu Ming, who was always paying attention to the game information, but he just rolled his eyes when he saw it, and had no intention of telling the person involved.

The countdown calendar is going day by day, and the nerves of everyone in ONG are getting tenser day by day.

At first, Ruan Jun practiced and watched the game video until 12 o'clock and 1 o'clock, and then went downstairs at 7 o'clock. Later, it was Song Mingyi who cooperated silently, then Xia Benchi, and after that, Zuo Kai, Chu Ming, and Ju Rui followed. , the whole team silently adopted this schedule that was far more intensive than the schedule.

The weather is getting hotter day by day.

When he put on summer short-sleeves for the first time that day, Ruan Jun glanced at the swaying tree branches outside the window, and suddenly thought of his college entrance examination year.

Looking back, it was actually the year before last.

At that time, he had a clear goal, and he was all about getting into a good university and fulfilling his mother's requirements, and then he could pursue his own dream and follow in Song Mingyi's footsteps to make a career.

At that time, how could he have imagined that after only one year in the industry, he not only succeeded in being in the same team with Song Mingyi, but also became the other party's lover and comrade-in-arms.

Ruan Jun put his hand under the table and gently squeezed Song Mingyi's arm.

Song Mingyi was pondering over the skill description, turned his head to look at him probingly, and got a soft smile from Ruan Jun.

Song Mingyi raised his eyebrows, took his hand under the table, and interlocked his fingers.

"Shen Ruan, do you know what a husky is called?"

Ruan Jun thought that the other party was going to trick him, but he didn't want to make Song Mingyi's situation cold, so he obediently said, "Wow——"

Unexpectedly, Song Mingyi squeezed his hand, and first praised him in a low voice: "Yes, cute." Then he learned two short husky calls, and asked Ruan Jun, "Then do you know that husky calls like this? What happened to the husky?"

"Is your throat stuck?"

Song Mingyi shook his head inscrutablely: "No, there is no blue."

Ruan Jun laughed out loud.

When you bury your head in training, you will always be less sensitive to the flow of time.In particular, several people in ONG have "handed in" their mobile phones, and they don't know what year it is.

Halfway through the countdown to the day, Ruan's mother suddenly came to the base again.

She still didn't contact Ruan Jun, but went past her son and found Song Mingyi again.

Through a fence, Ruan's mother handed over the two big bags in her hand: "Xiao Song, here are two bags of meatballs and fish balls that I made by myself. They are all fresh. You can make them yourself when you have time." Eat it."

Song Mingyi hurriedly took the bag: "You can send it over next time. It's too troublesome to make such a trip. Auntie, we are resting. Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

The weather is already hot, and Ruan's mother probably rushed all the way here, and there is a lot of sweat on her forehead.

Mother Ruan waved her hand and turned her head while refusing: "Forget it, I heard that you are short on time, so I won't bother you anymore, go in!"

After speaking, he left like a gust of wind.

Song Mingyi held the bag in his hand, thinking about the traces of Ruan's mother coming and going like the wind. After a while, he seemed to finally understand where Ruan Jun's decisiveness came from in some aspects. He curled his lips and sent a message to the housekeeper to let She makes fish ball soup at night.

At dinner, several people were eating while chatting. Song Mingyi served Ruan Jun a bowl of fish ball soup. Ruan Jun just took a bite of fish balls when he froze for a moment, looking left and right to find his aunt.

Seeing this, Song Mingyi asked knowingly, "What are you looking at?"

Ruan Jun plucked the fish balls from the bowl, and after a while he said, "This fish balls taste a bit cooked."

Song Mingyi let out a "huh" and scooped up another spoonful of fish balls for him: "Is it possible that you are not familiar with it? Your mother made it."

Ruan Jun was a little surprised: "My mother made it? She sent it?"

Before Song Mingyi could answer, he suddenly remembered the last time he heard from his mother on the phone that the transfer fee would be refunded: "Did she come?"

Song Mingyi nodded.

"I wanted to call her to come in and sit down, but she left again."

Ruan Jun's expression sank, and after chewing a fish ball, he muttered in frustration and conflict: "It's like this every time."

The other team members were at the dinner table. Song Mingyi didn't want to comfort him blatantly, so he just patted him on the shoulder, picked up a spoon and greeted the others: "Come and drink this soup. Mother Ruan delivered it herself."

Several people booed for a while, and handed over the bowls one after another. You and I drank up the soup one by one.

"It's delicious!"

While everyone was booing, Song Mingyi quietly bumped into Ruan Jun's with his leg: "Your mother doesn't say anything, but she is actually concerned. I asked her to come in and sit. She said that we are so nervous in training, so I don't want to bother you—" ——She may be quietly paying attention to the news of our team."

Ruan Jun pursed his lips, unable to refute.

He pursed his lips and thought for a while, and then took his phone back to check the news about his team on the Internet while he was putting away the bowls and chopsticks after eating.

Later, I flipped through it and found a report about Song Mingyi.

I don't know which media, but found Song Mingyi's parents' home for an interview.

Song Mingyi's parents were not very polite, implicitly implying that Song Mingyi was not filial, did not support his parents, and did not give money.

And when the reporter repeatedly asked how much money Song Mingyi gave his parents every month, Song's father and Song mother reluctantly gave a vague statement "2000 yuan."

When smoking with Song Mingyi at night, Ruan Jun took the opportunity to ask Song Mingyi how much money he gave to his family every month.

Song Mingyi's answer was that before his younger brother was born, he paid [-] yuan a month, but now he pays [-] yuan a month to his family.

Ruan Jun was silent for a while after listening.

Song Mingyi's hometown is just a small second- and third-tier city. Song's father and Song mother are far from retirement age. The couple's income plus Song Mingyi's monthly 5000 yuan is more than enough to support themselves.

After a while, after Song Mingyi finished smoking a cigarette, Ruan Jun took the initiative to hold Song Mingyi's slightly cold fingertips, and said sullenly: "Your parents are not good. I will give you half of my mother."

Song Mingyi was held back by his hand, and when he heard the words, he pulled Ruan Jun into his arms, and lightly touched Ruan Jun's forehead with his lips that still smelled like cigarettes.

"Okay." He replied with a smile, "Thank you baby."