After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

"I'm laughing at you, Director Qin." Song Zhulan smiled for a while and then replied, "When will you be able to cook?"

"When I was studying abroad," Qin Jingye said, "You also know how unpalatable their food is. If I don't know how to cook by myself, I may not be able to survive."

"The level is really good," Song Zhulan carefully analyzed Qin Jingye's movements, and found that his cooking skills were indeed much higher than his own in terms of movements alone.

After being together for so long, Qin Jingye has been looking for restaurants to cook for Song Zhulan in various ways, and this is the first time he has been on the battlefield by himself.

Song Zhulan had great expectations for what he could eat, and Director Qin did not live up to his expectations.

Qin Jingye's cooking is actually an upgraded version of home cooking, not high-end, but it looks good and tastes good, unexpectedly it suits Song Zhulan's appetite.

A table of dishes was eaten up in the end, and there was almost nothing left.

Satisfied with wine and food, everyone sat on the chair and didn't want to move. Finally, Qin Jingye pulled out a dice from the room. If the number thrown was an odd number, it was Song Zhulan's job to clean up the table and wash the dishes. Otherwise, it was Qin Jingye's dice. .

"Okay," Song Zhulan moved his fingers, eager to try.

Although throwing the dice said that he wanted to "resign himself to fate" and let fate decide who would do the work, Song Zhulan didn't think so.It was true that he was unlucky, but rolling dice was not purely a matter of luck.

He can try to use some means to avoid labor reasonably.

Qin Jingye looked at him, and suddenly understood the other party's intention not to talk about Wude.

"No!" He said immediately, "Let me throw it away."

Song Zhulan didn't care about it, and signaled Qin Jingye to start.

Director Qin threw the dice very simply, he threw it on the table in a daze, and saw it spinning, he and Song Zhulan stared at the dice that was about to decide their fate in a short time.

When the dice were spinning more and more slowly and were about to stop with the "5" side facing up, Song Zhulan suddenly pushed the table with his hand, and the dice immediately started spinning again. When it was about to stop again, Kankan pointed "2".

Qin Jingye had expected it earlier, but it was still a step too late.

The table in Song Zhulan's apartment is not made of solid wood, so it doesn't take much effort to push it up, but just as he was about to make a move, Song Zhulan stopped him.

Both of them made up their minds that they didn't want to wash the dishes, but when the incident got to this point, the strange competitive spirit was aroused again, and you and I started dating one by one.So the dice spun on the shaking table for a long time, and they also hit each other from sitting opposite each other.

Qin Jingye had learned martial arts, and Song Zhulan was also excellent in melee combat.But because at home, they still have to take care of the dice, both of them have a lot of restraint, and there is no winner or loser after going back and forth, but whoever pushes and kicks from time to time just won't let it stop.

In the end, for some unknown reason, the two hit the ground, and their movements changed from restrained fighting skills to pure wild ways.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the apartment was clearly turned on very low, but everyone felt that the place was quite hot.

Song Zhulan straddled Qin Jingye.He thought it was too hot, so he took out a hand and pulled the collar of his clothes.

The young man's neck was fair, and it was a little red because of the exercise, and the sweat slid down until it disappeared under the clothes. It was clear that he hadn't done anything else, but there was an inexplicable temptation that made the temperature in the room rise further.

On the other side, the dice has stopped moving, and it is still a "2".

I won by myself.

Song Zhulan looked at Qin Jingye amusedly: "You've been busy doing so much, and in the end it's you who wash... eh!"

His words stopped abruptly.

Qin Jingye got up suddenly when Song Zhulan was speaking, and pinned him to the ground while Song Zhulan was not looking.

The postures of the two of them were completely reversed.

He held down the boy's wrist, then bent down.

With a lingering kiss, he swallowed the slightly surprised ending of the person.

As soon as the kiss was over, Song Zhulan immediately broke free from Qin Jingye's restraint.

The winner of the dice throwing competition has been divided, and they have no intention of continuing to fight for it. The two got up one after another, but still felt that there was still heat left in their bodies.

Qin Jingye was willing to admit defeat, obediently cleaned up the table, piled the dishes and chopsticks in the sink, and sighed worriedly: "It should be replaced with a dishwasher."

Song Zhulan, who was walking towards the bedroom, nodded upon hearing the words: "I also have this plan."

Modern technology is so convenient, there is no reason not to make good use of it. If you have the time to stand there and wash the dishes, what can you do?

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly saw Qin Jingye wiped his hands, threw the plates and bowls into the sink, and walked towards Song Zhulan.

Immediately afterwards, Song Zhulan fell into a familiar and warm embrace.

"I'll wash the dishes later." Qin Jingye spoke softly behind him, his hot breath fell into Song Zhulan's ears, "Before that, I want to do something else first."

Song Zhulan didn't say anything, just turned his head and kissed her.

It is a silent acquiescence.

……

Before saying "I'll wash the dishes later", both Song Zhulan and Qin Jingye made a mistake. They didn't expect that the so-called "wait a while" would be delayed until the next morning.

Song Zhulan's biological clock is regular, even if the two of them quarreled late at night, they didn't stay in bed because of it in the morning, and spent half a minute recalling the absurd and happy things/things last night before getting up.

Other than a little soreness in the waist, everything else was fine, he moved a little to confirm his condition, then turned his head to look at Qin Jingye again.

The other party was awakened by the sound of him getting up, with sleepy eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "What time is it... Lan Lan, what are you doing so early?"

"It's your birthday in less than a week. Since I'm going to visit, I should prepare gifts in advance." Song Zhulan's voice came from the bathroom, "Do uncle and aunt Yan have any preferences?"

"My mother is obsessed with cryptography recently..." Qin Jingye yawned, sat up from the bed, and suddenly realized. "No, it's my birthday a week later, why did you ask my parents what they like first?"

Song Zhulan walked out while brushing her teeth, and glanced at him lightly, with a clear expression in her eyes: "Do I still need to ask what do you like?"

Qin Jingye looked at the red marks on the back of his neck and felt guilty for a while.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered one thing, no longer caring about lying on the comfortable big bed, he immediately packed up and rushed into the kitchen, washing all the bowls and plates left over from last night.

Song Zhulan has a cleanliness obsession, and it seems that the degree is not serious. Qin Jingye has no hobby of dancing on the boyfriend's minefield, so he hurried, and finally cleaned up the sink before Song Zhulan finished washing.

The potential of a person at the speed of life and death is indeed unlimited. Director Qin never imagined that he could wash a bunch of plates and bowls early in the morning, and bake toast and even fry two soft-boiled eggs at the same time.

After Song Zhulan finished washing, changed clothes and appeared at the dining table, there was a simple breakfast in front of him.

Qin Jingye was still frying sausages in the kitchen, when he saw Song Zhulan coming out, he told him: "The milk is in the refrigerator, it's cold, you have to warm it up before drinking it!"

Song Zhulan: ...

Forget it, I drank all the hot fruit tea, and the hot milk is already a reasonable and acceptable category.

But he was really curious about how Director Qin, who is in his 20s, lived such a healthy life. According to his posture, the next step is probably to put wolfberries in Song Zhulan's thermos.

No, holding a thermos every day seems to be very healthy for me.

Song Zhulan finally decided not to worry about these details, but to pay attention to her own breakfast, and to think about the gifts for Yan Jin and others.

"Actually, you don't have to think about it so much," Qin Jingye said, "They don't care too much about it, as long as you arrive."

"Basic politeness is still required," Song Zhulan said, listing several feasible gifts for a moment.

Song Zhulan never fights unprepared battles. He also knew about Qin Jingye's family before. He just wanted to get some more information from Qin Jingye. If the other party didn't say anything, it wouldn't affect him. .

Song Zhulan's gift for Yanjin has already been decided.This professor is very interested in mathematics and cryptography. Song Zhulan has accumulated some contacts in the past two months, and successfully bought a diary manuscript of a well-known mathematician and cryptographer in the last century from a collector. , Professor Yan should like it.

Song Zhulan also had some options for gifts from Qin Jingye's brother and sister, and he had already taken a fancy to them, and planned to choose them with Qin Jingye today.

Only Qin Jingye's father, almost no one knows what special hobbies he has, and Song Zhulan can't get more information through the data. He has found a set of tea sets that are quite old, but he doesn't know if he can Make the other person happy.

"It's definitely possible!" Qin Jingye patted his chest to confirm the ticket, "My dad still likes to drink tea, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with sending tea sets. Lanlan, you really don't need to prepare so much, you have to go back to the theater to act in the afternoon, don't just because These delays."

"Foundation Stone" is still in the performance period, and this evening is Song Zhulan's card. He intends to choose a gift with Qin Jingye in the morning, so as not to delay the matter.

Song Zhulan discussed her schedule with Director Ma long in advance, and spared Qin Jingye's birthday and a few days when Wen's family might look for him, and the other days were very full.Performing a scene is both physically and emotionally exhausting, so it's better to finish everything when you are not so busy.

He planned his three-month summer vacation very well. He reserved the first half of the time for "Cornerstone", set aside two weeks for the variety show he signed a long time ago, and allocated the rest of the time for a movie. Song Zhulan took over the role of a desperate gangster killer in it. She didn't play too many scenes, but the acting was very touching.

As for learning and personal improvement, he has arranged them in piecemeal time.

Qin Jingye didn't care much about things other than feelings, so he went out with Song Zhulan immediately after breakfast.

Song Zhulan picked out a white shirt from the closet, looked at it in the mirror, and made sure that the collar of the shirt just covered all the marks on the back of the neck before going out the door.

In fact, there is no need to block it so strictly, Qin Jingye muttered in his heart.

The better Song Zhulan's career is and the more people like him, the happier he will be as a boyfriend.

But the problem is that Song Zhulan is too popular, and he always feels that those people are plotting against Song Zhulan.

For example, Liang Yongyao and Zhou Zheng who came out of nowhere, Director Qin couldn't understand them for a long time.

There were many other people whose names were so numerous that Qin Jingye couldn't remember them all.

In contrast, the most pleasing to the eye is still a small group of CP fans of him and Song Zhulan, who are motivated every day to deduct sweets from the interaction between the two of them-although the two of them have reached a certain level of brazenness, as long as they have eyes, they will Can find something to drink.

But what director Qin appreciates the most is the imagination of these fans. He doesn't know why these people can think of so many strange settings to bring into the two of them, and to unfold some wonderful things, which will be caught by the river crab Five or six preys.

As the "righteous master", he thought he could try it himself.

It would be great if there is some kind of paparazzi at this time, Qin Jingye thought when he and Song Zhulan were choosing gifts.

Although they all blocked their faces, their figures were still very obvious.

Otherwise, it would be better to find a time to make it public. As long as Lanlan agrees, everything will be easy to talk about.

Qin Jingye looked at Song Zhulan who was choosing gifts, and suddenly felt that his birthday might be a very suitable and auspicious day.

So he pulled Song Zhulan and pointed to the place where the ring was made: "Do you want to try it?"

Song Zhulan glanced at that place, an unknown light flashed in his eyes quickly, then shook his head: "Don't worry yet."

"Okay." Although Qin Jingye was a little disappointed, he was not incomprehensible, and immediately recovered his senses and Song Zhulan continued to pick things for his brothers and sisters.

Song Zhulan's preparations were not insufficient, and it didn't take too much time to pick out the gifts.

He and Qin Jingye had lunch outside, and then went to work in the afternoon.

Both of them are in the rising period of their careers, and it is reasonable to say that they don't have a lot of free time, but they subconsciously feel that the other party is someone who should be with them, and they can stay for a while without affecting their work.

For Song Zhulan, because Wen Jingyuan's big trouble has been solved, life has been smooth recently.

The drama "Cornerstone" has raised his reputation in the entertainment industry to another level, and at the same time he has gained more recognition. Both online dramas and movies have also demonstrated his strength. Many people are looking forward to his new performance. The interpretation of the role.

As for the previous rumor that Song Zhulan was the youngest son of the Wen family, it only spread for a while, and then gradually faded away.

Firstly, this matter sounded nonsense, and secondly, because Song Zhulan refused to be admitted back to Wen's family, there was no reason for the other side to beg him to go back, and even came out to prove such a thing.Neither side responded, and netizens just took it as news compiled by paparazzi who couldn't find any news.

In fact, if they are really people in their circle, they should be able to guess Song Zhulan's real identity, but everyone has a sense of proportion in everything they do, and they tacitly don't mention it.

Song Zhulan's life was busy and happy, and soon it was Qin Jingye's birthday.

When Qin Jingye arrived, his brothers and sisters hadn't come back yet, and the two of them first met Qin's father and Qin's mother under the guidance of the housekeeper.

"Xiao Lan is here!" Yan Jin enthusiastically greeted Song Zhulan when she saw him, and introduced him, "This is your Uncle Qin."

Song Zhulan greeted the two elders, and handed out the mathematician's diary to Yan Jin: "It's my first visit, so I have nothing to prepare. I have prepared a little gift for Aunt Yan, I hope you like it."

"It turned out to be this notebook!" Yan Jin exclaimed as soon as she saw the signature on the diary, "This is really great, I was thinking about where to find it a few days ago, thank you so much, Xiaolan .”

Father Qin on the other side received a set of commemorative tea sets from Song Zhulan. Although he didn't show it clearly, he could faintly see his satisfaction.He had already heard about the fact that his son was going to bring his lover home, and he specially prepared a gift with Yan Jin. It was not very expensive for their family, but it did satisfy Song Zhulan.

It is not difficult to see that both parties have spent enough heart in it.

They hadn't planned to interfere in their son's love life, and Song Zhulan himself was very good, which made them even more happy.

Yan Jin took Song Zhulan to chat about academic matters together. As a senior professor at S University, she gave Song Zhulan many effective and feasible direction suggestions, and also pointed out the way for him to plan his university career in the next few years. direction.

After chatting for a while, Qin Jingye's brothers and sisters all went home one after another.

"This is Xiaolan. I often hear the fourth brother mention you." Qin Jingye's second brother shook hands with Song Zhulan, took out something from his bag, "It's the first time we meet, I'll give you a gift."

Qin Jingye's eldest brother gave him a car, and his second brother gave him a Patek Philippe watch. Even Song Zhulan didn't pay much attention to money, so he was slightly dumbfounded by it.

The gifts from sister Qin Wu were different, and she gave Song Zhulan a notebook directly.

She spoke in a concise and clear style, and told Song Zhulan directly: "I remember that you seem to be very interested in physics. These are the notes I made at the time. You can use them for reference. Give me another contact information, and I will send the rest of the information directly to you. you."

Song Zhulan was very straightforward and left her contact information on the spot.

For him, these materials are more interesting to him than cars and watches.In particular, Qin Wu's attainments in the field of physics are not low, and she can save a lot of time for herself with the things she sorts out.

Song Zhulan and Qin Wuyanjin chatted happily, while Qin Jingye was lured aside by his two elder brothers.

"The youngest is still smart, relying on his job advantage, the gift he gave is the most suitable for Xiaolan's new ideas," the second brother sighed, and shook his head sadly, "Obviously I also majored in mathematics as an undergraduate."

The eldest brother snorted next to him: "Who doesn't have an undergraduate degree in mathematics?"

Qin Jingye: ...

As the only art student in the family, he was connoted.

The second elder brother patted Qin Jingye's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Fourth brother, you really have a good eye, learn more from Xiaolan."

The eldest brother agreed: "Thanks to Xiaolan, I finally lifted our family's low IQ."

Qin Jingye genuinely felt that he couldn't continue talking this day.

Song Zhulan obviously heard the conversation here, and even turned his head away, smiling at Qin Jingye.

Although that smile is about half of ridicule and half of happiness.

Song Zhulan never seeks his own value from others, but the Qin family's attitude towards him makes him feel very warm in his heart.

This is a family worth making.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he believed that the two elder brothers would take it as his thanks if they found a little extra gift they had put in the gift.

Qin Jingye's birthday party was not grand, and not many people were invited, but every link was done to the extreme.

All the people he invited to the meeting saw Song Zhulan present. Some were not surprised by this, and some were not quite sure about it. However, everyone was very polite and did not ask other people's personal questions.

With Qin Jingye's style, if the two of them really have any relationship, it will probably be announced soon, there is no need to offend people for a moment of curiosity.

The guests are invited for lunch, and the dinner is just a family feast.

Qin Jingye had promised to cook for his family a long time ago, but as the birthday star, it was impossible for him to be in charge of so many people in the family, so in the end he simply asked a few juniors to cook a dish for them.

Although Song Zhulan was a guest, he was also included in this category by Qin Jingye, and the two of them grilled a piece of fish.

Song Zhulan's growth environment did not leave much room for him to learn how to cook. Survival in the apocalypse basically means cooking things well, and his cooking skills are really average.

However, his knife skills are astonishingly good, cutting and deboning fish is basically effortless, the eyes of the Qin family members straighten up, expressing that they want to learn a little bit.

The family had a happy dinner and then had to rest.Song Zhulan's guest room was not far from Qin Jingye's room, since it was not time to go to bed, the two of them stood on the balcony and leaned on the railing to look into the distance.

The Qin family's house is in the suburbs of Beiyang, which is an area where fireworks are allowed. One by one, the fireworks exploded in the air and merged into beautiful flowers.

Song Zhulan and Qin Jingye admired it together.

On his wrist was the watch given by his second brother, and Qin Jingye had another matching one, the hands on the dial moved at the same time, and they were about to point to an hour.

Song Zhulan suddenly said, "Director Qin, happy birthday."

The moment his words fell, golden fireworks rose from a distance.

They light up half of the sky, brilliant and magnificent, blooming in full bloom high in the sky, and then slowly sprinkle to the horizon.

The golden light illuminated the face of the young man below, Qin Jingye was suddenly at a loss for words, and asked after a pause, "Is this the fireworks you designed?"

"I found the inspiration from the web drama "Sweet Youth", "Song Zhulan replied, "I wanted to send you a firework show, but the production time of the other kinds was too late, so I didn't put them together, otherwise the effect would be even worse. good."

"No...it's already the best," Qin Jingye took Song Zhulan's hand, "As long as you're here, everything is the best."

Song Zhulan smiled softly, reached into his pocket, took out a small square box, and handed it to Qin Jingye.

"This is..." Qin Jingye looked at the familiar box, his pupils constricted slightly.

He watched Song Zhulan slowly open the box.

The golden streamer of fireworks is reflected on the metal.

Two silver platinum rings lay quietly in front of them.