dear dreamer

The crew of "Gu Dao Warm Heart" started a script discussion meeting, and Deng Tingge had no choice but to postpone the scheduled meal time for another week.

The director of this TV series this time is a capable person in the circle who is particularly good at filming this type of TV series, and has very high requirements for the understanding of scripts and actors.Deng Tingge kept in mind the gossip that Chang Huan had told him, and when he met the actors in the crew, he forced himself not to think about who had climbed into Bao Jiashu's bed.

"Gu Dao Warm Heart" is mainly based on the role he plays as silly and strong, with multiple characters appearing occasionally, interspersed with various world situations.The script consists of a 20-word novella, with more than [-] episodes, making the characters in the original work more fleshy and fleshy.The screenwriter is not the original author.The original author stated that he was not familiar with script rewriting, and at the same time, because he had different feelings for this work, he could not write and expand it, so he simply gave up the right to adapt it.

With the script in hand, Deng Tingge returned to Zhong Xing's studio to meet with Chang Huan, and by the way began to study the script.

Chang Huan put on an extremely serious face again, and Deng Tingge sat opposite her and kept laughing, making her brows twitch and the corners of her mouth crooked.

"Stop laughing!" Chang Huan said angrily, "If you laugh again, I'll add a schedule to your schedule so you can't go on a date!"

Deng Tingge shrugged: "I can't go on a date now, it doesn't make any difference."

He and Luo Hengqiu's work suddenly became busy, and they haven't been able to see each other since the last meeting.Chang Huan snorted, as if he was very dissatisfied with his appearance.Deng Tingge understood people like Chang Huan very well, just as he knew that Luo Hengqiu had many different faces.

Social people, especially busy people like Chang Huan and Luo Hengqiu who need to deal with many people, always wear different masks and talk in front of different people.When Luo Hengqiu first met him again, he often looked in a suit and leather shoes, his hair was combed brightly, and his speech seemed to be the style of a social elite.Deng Tingge likes all his looks.He will never get tired of all the masks, they are all Luo Hengqiu, his brother who is familiar with the rules of society, but has completely opened up his trust in himself.

Chang Huan: "... What are you laughing about when you are talking about work! Recently, you have to pay attention to your behavior and don't be photographed again! Now it is very important! The last time things haven't been cleaned up, so you should be more careful."

Deng Tingge put away his expression and said with a serious face, "Okay, okay."

After the two finished talking about work, Deng Tingge slipped to play with Zhong Xing.

Zhong Xing was frowning and reading a magazine in the office.

Fang Zhongyi's new album did not achieve the expected sales, and some of the newly composed songs were considered by music critics as simply repeating his previous path. Terrible words like "Jianglang's talent" were carelessly placed on the cover of magazines.

Such evaluations emerged overnight.Fang Zhongyi must have offended someone.Zhong Xing was a little troubled.

He really wanted to leave it alone, but seeing that person being criticized in this way, even being stepped on in the mud and laughed at, he felt unbearable and angry all the time.

During the charity dinner, he and Fang Zhongyi chatted for a long time in the courtyard.Most of the time it was Fang Zhongyi who spoke, and he listened silently.He didn't know that Fang Zhongyi would say so many things to himself.During the several years of being together on and off, he always kept telling him, but at this moment he finally turned around, and Zhong Xing didn't feel happy at all.

There are actually many happy memories when we lived together.Zhong Xing looked at Fang Zhongyi in the thin light, thinking that he had lost weight.

Are the people with him taking good care of him?Once Fang Zhongyi devotes himself to creation, he will completely forget about foreign objects, even eating and drinking.Zhong Xing always prepares simple porridge, rice and drinking water, and brings them to him when he thinks the time is almost up.Fang Zhongyi quickly ate and drank, but completely forgot to eat, and would yell hungry after leaving the creative state.Zhong Xing always showed 12 points of patience in this matter.He still remembers the look in the eyes of the young man who rushed over to hug him when he taught Fang Zhongyi how to cook pasta.

Gratitude, but no love.

Realizing this, Zhong Xing's heart ached.He put down the magazine.

Among the many words Fang Zhongyi said that night, only one sentence made him the most sad.

He talked for a long time, and then stopped when his throat was hoarse. He lowered his head and stared at Zhong Xing, and said with a smile: I haven't chatted with anyone like this for a long time, can you listen to me for a while?

There is a voice in my heart saying forget it, forgive him, he can’t do without you; but his remaining rationality is pulling his limbs, making him unable to stand up: this can’t be done, he still doesn’t know where he is wrong, You can no longer pamper him.

In the end, Zhong Xing did not show any wavering to his pleading words.He asked him, "Where's your boyfriend?"

Fang Zhongyi smiled dryly: "There is no boyfriend. He is not serious."

Zhong Xing didn't speak, Fang Zhongyi continued.

"I've always fallen in love with people so easily."

Zhong Xing blurted out: "Then what about me?"

He threw the magazine aside, feeling very sad.Fang Zhongyi was stunned for a while, and then he said slowly, "I'm sorry."

Zhong Xing still couldn't understand the difference between himself and other people he fell in love with. It was easier to grasp and pamper him, so he was not cherished?

The rationality that was still entrenched in the nerves was clamoring again: Don't look back!look ahead!go on!

Zhong Xing's head hurts thinking about it.Seeing Deng Tingge poking his head outside, he simply got up and walked out.

Pang Qiaoyun was very calm at first when she told her son to bring friends home for dinner.

"It's Xiao Liu again?" She said on the phone, "I recently learned a new dish, big meat, Xiao Liu should like it."

Deng Tingge told him that this time it was not Xiao Liu, but his senior from high school.Pang Qiaoyun thought for a long time, but couldn't remember who this senior brother was.On the other hand, when Deng Xiao heard Luo Hengqiu's name, he immediately slapped his knees: "That's the boy! This bastard watched others fight, and the kid blocked the bastard with a stone. Did you forget?"

Pang Qiaoyun suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, yes! Oh, that kid is so handsome. He has a good heart, and is so good-looking..."

Deng Tinge: "Dad, who is the bastard? Besides, I'm not watching the fight, I'm also an innocent crowd."

Deng Xiao rushed to the landline and said loudly: "Anyway, I have saved my life for you bastard."

Deng Tingge was speechless: "Yes, yes, you are right."

He finally took Luo Hengqiu home, Deng Xiao still looked at Luo Hengqiu's car excitedly outside the door for a while.His house was in the old dormitory area, an old house, and Deng's house was on the second floor. Pang Qiaoyun poked her head out of the window and waved to her husband, telling him to go home quickly, don't be ashamed.Luo Hengqiu's luxury car was parked among the bicycles, motorcycles and motorcycles, it stood out very much.Luo Hengqiu felt very embarrassed: "Is it too ostentatious?"

Deng Tingge looked at the four circles on the front of the car: "This is already your most simple car."

Luo Hengqiu: "Yes."

Deng Tingge comforted him: "Don't think too much, it's just a car with four wheels, what's so great about it. My family also has four wheels."

He pointed to Deng Xiao's motorcycle and Pang Qiaoyun's electric car to show to Luo Hengqiu: "My mother also has a bicycle. It has two more wheels than yours."

Luo Hengqiu had no choice but to admit that he had some reason.

Luo Hengqiu never expected the high level of welcome received in the Deng family.

Deng Xiao took out the Junshan Yinzhen that he was reluctant to drink, and Pang Qiaoyun held two large fruit plates filled with various seasonal fruits.

"Eat, eat." The two happily sat across from each other, and smiled at Luo Hengqiu.

Luo Hengqiu was extremely nervous.From the moment he entered the door and handed the gift to Deng Tingge's parents, he was in a state of tension that he couldn't get rid of. Facing such a warm reception, he felt guilty while deceiving himself, "This is to see my parents, this is to see my parents, this is to see my parents." Parents", trying to pull out a bit of unnecessary sweetness from the stiffness.

Deng Tingge poured a glass of boiled water and stood by the window to drink, watching him bewildered and laughing silently.

Luo Hengqiu couldn't help but said: "Little Deng, come and sit down too. Such a good tea."

"My dad won't let me drink it." Deng Tingge said.

Deng Xiao immediately picked up: "He doesn't know how to appreciate. Xiao Luo, you drink, ah. I don't have any good things to entertain, I'm really sorry."

Luo Hengqiu: "Where is it, it's very good, very good."

The old and the young are humble and polite to each other.

The couple had always had a good impression of Luo Hengqiu.I remember that when my son was bandaging the wound he had fallen from the car in the hospital, the child was lying on the bed in the emergency room and was being pressed by the doctor to sew up the wound.The two were very grateful and wanted to say thank you, but when they went in, they saw Luo Hengqiu, who was in his teens, trembling in pain, gritted his teeth and said nothing.The pain of the stitches was originally what his son should have suffered, but someone else had to bear it. The two husband and wife were both grateful and sad.After Luo Hengqiu calmed down, he kept saying that it was okay. Pang Qiaoyun reminded Deng Tingge several times to bring someone back for dinner, but it didn't work until Luo Hengqiu graduated from high school.

Luo Hengqiu parted his hair to show Deng Xiao the wound on the back of his head.Deng Tingge helped Pang Qiaoyun clean the table, looked up and saw the wound, and smiled again.

When kissing that scar, Luo Hengqiu's reaction would be very intense.That morning, my nose was almost injured, and the two of them kicked on the bed for a while before they reluctantly stopped.

Pang Qiaoyun cooked a table of good dishes, and the three members of Deng's family kept adding dishes to him one after another. Apart from eating, Luo Hengqiu hardly had time to talk.He occasionally glanced at Deng Tingge when the couple were not paying attention, and Deng Tingge laughed and gave him another piece of meat.

Deng Tingge finished his meal first, said "Wait for me for a while, I'll take you out to play" and ran downstairs.A moment later, he was standing downstairs with a bamboo pole on his shoulders and called "Senior Brother". Deng Xiao took a look and scolded with a smile, "I'm going to hunt fruit again."

Pang Qiaoyun stuffed a bag for Luo Hengqiu and told him to go downstairs quickly.

Confused, Luo Hengqiu followed Deng Tingge forward.

"doing what?"

"Picking longan." Deng Tingge pointed to the top of his head, "Look, they are all familiar."

It was only then that Luo Hengqiu noticed that the dormitory area was full of fruit trees like longan and lychee.The plump and juicy fruits hang heavily on the branches, bending the treetops in clusters.The places within reach of people have all been plucked, but there are still many high places.

Split one end of the bamboo pole into a gap, insert a wooden stick into the gap to open the gap, and the bamboo pole becomes the simplest fruit picking tool.Luo Hengqiu saw that Deng Tingge completed these procedures very skillfully, and couldn't help but say, "Do you often pick?"

"To be honest, no one in this community is better at picking fruit than me. Everyone learned from me." Deng Tinge stretched the bamboo pole upwards, stuck the slit on a string of longan, twisted his wrist, and the fruit cluster was aligned with the branches. They separated and got stuck on the bamboo pole. "The fruits in the community have been planted for many years. They are public property. Anyone who wants to eat can pick them. The high places are especially difficult to pick. You have to use tools like me."

While speaking, he had quickly picked several strings and threw them into Luo Hengqiu's pocket.

Luo Hengqiu praised him sincerely: "Amazing."

The two had already reached a remote place, Deng Tingge looked around, turned his head and kissed Luo Hengqiu on the cheek.

"Brother, praise me again?" He said happily.

Luo Hengqiu ignored him, and lowered his head to peel the longan and eat it.

Deng Tingge had no choice but to find something to say to him: "When I went to the script discussion meeting a few days ago, I saw that there was a movie that was also doing pre-promotion. The progress is faster than ours. The title of the movie has a lot to do with you, guess what it is?"

Luo Hengqiu was attracted by the fruit in his hand, even though he was full just now, he still couldn't help peeling it: "Don't guess, I don't want to talk about it."

"..." Deng Tingge said helplessly, "Okay. The movie is called "Senior Brother"."