dear dreamer

Deng Tingge couldn't help recalling the content of that photo.He was reading a magazine. Although the printing quality was good, the photos themselves were blurry and the light was too dark.It's a pity that Luo Hengqiu's handsomeness and calmness were not captured.

"I can't see it clearly," he said. "Do you have a clear version? Develop one for me."

Hu Mu: "..."

He stared blankly at Deng Tingge, and suddenly laughed: "Are you stupid!"

Deng Tingge also laughed along with him: "Yes, my name is Shaqiang, Ah He."

Hu Mu's complicated thoughts dissipated at this sentence.In the film, whenever Sha Qiang does something stupid and makes his friends angry and anxious, and has no choice but to lower his posture and beg for mercy, he will say this sentence: I am Sha Qiang, Ah He.

Hu Mu poked the slices of meat in the rice with his chopsticks.He didn't want to destroy Deng Tingge and Luo Hengqiu. Luo Hengqiu had made it very clear at the time that he couldn't intervene.He also knew that it was Bao Jiashu who said something to the director, so Deng Tingge had a lot of obstacles during filming during this period.

He was a little envious of Deng Tingge.No matter how much suffering and pain here, there are still people who care about it.Luo Hengqiu said they have been together for several years, how many years?He was curious, but knew not to ask.Seeing that he didn't eat anymore, Deng Tingge picked out the meat slices from his lunch box and threw them into his mouth.

"The director is targeting you on purpose." Hu Mu said, "Bao Jiashu also got the photos when they came out. He couldn't hold back some media, so he went to Mr. Luo, but Mr. Luo refused to agree to him."

"So you're here to torment me?" Deng Tingge nodded, indicating that he understood.

"He is really unhappy." Hu Mu thought to himself, Bao Jiashu vented his unhappiness on himself, and that would be a real toss, "But there is no way to deal with Mr. Luo, so we can only pick a soft persimmon."

Deng Tingge nodded to express his understanding: "I know, I am a persimmon."

Hu Mu asked: "Then what are you going to do? After Mr. Luo finds out..."

"No, I won't say it." Deng Tingge said, "It's even more difficult to deal with it."

Hu Mu was a little surprised: "Don't say it? Then you will still be the director... You, you are so stupid."

Deng Tingge smiled, put down the lunch box, and drank the last sip of water: "It's better to be stupid. It's enough to know this kind of thing in your heart. He has a lot of things and is so busy, so it's not worth spending all his time on such a small thing as me."

He wiped his mouth, turned around and ran to the director to fan him and tell jokes.

Before the arrival of the school celebration, the second phase of filming of "Gu Dao Warm Heart" was finally completed.Deng Tingge looked at his upcoming schedule and sighed.

Chang Huan dislikes him sighing the most: "Don't sigh! A little bit of happiness will fly away with a sigh!"

Deng Tingge: "Sister Huan...you, you have a girlish heart. This is a line from a girl's comics hundreds of years ago, please don't talk about it every day."

Chang Huan sneered: "I believe it, so it doesn't matter whether it's hundreds or thousands of years old, it won't be outdated."

Deng Tingge: "You are an idealist."

Chang Huan: "I'm a mercenary! How have you read the script?"

The two met again in Zhong Xing's office to discuss.Chang Huan has many contacts and strong working ability. Seeing that the filming of "Gu Dao Warm Heart" is about to end, she immediately brought several scripts to Deng Tingge.

"You pick a good one first." Chang Huan said, "There is another book, I am in contact with. It is a big production, but the production cycle is very long, and now the script is still looking for a screenwriter."

"Series." Deng Tingge said, "I have played intellectuals and idiots, can I change to another one?"

Chang Huan pulled out a notebook: "This? This one is good, urban idol drama, the easiest to attract fans. You are definitely not the male lead, but you can compete for the second male lead who is the easiest to please the audience."

Deng Tingge didn't push it, but picked it up and looked at it seriously.

"You don't dislike it anymore?" Chang Huan looked at him for a while, then smiled.

"When did I dislike the script you picked for me?" Deng Tingge said, "Who doesn't know that you have a pair of discerning eyes, and the scripts you pick never make mistakes."

"Tsk tsk, I can still flatter you. I have seen a lot of newcomers like you who have just left school, and I especially dislike the scripts of those idol dramas. I think they are not challenging." Chang Huan was very happy to be flattered by this flattery, "Choose the script Ah...that was a good teacher I had once."

Deng Tingge had never heard her talk about himself, so he was curious: "Good teacher? Who is it?"

"Do you know Qiu Yang's manager? The one before he became independent, Tan Liao." Chang Huan said, "I worked in Huanshi for a year, and I worked under his manager at that time. .Although it is only one year, I have learned a lot.”

Deng Tinge thought for a while: "I have no impression."

Chang Huan sighed: "Yes, he is too low-key. This man is a workaholic. In fact, he is very capable. I don't know why he is so enthusiastic about the job of agent. He really cares about Qiu Yang, I asked myself Absolutely impossible. If I didn't know their relationship, I might have thought that Qiu Yang was a member of his family, and I would scold him as much as I wanted, without saving any face, but I was really kind to him."

Chang Huan chattered, looked up and saw Deng Tingge grinning at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Sister Huan, you just sighed." Deng Tingge said, "Happiness flew away."

Chang Huan: "...read the script! So much nonsense!"

On the day of the school celebration, Deng Tingge swaggered back to school in the light of Luo Hengqiu.

Although I complained a bit before I came back, when I actually came, I found that there were a lot of alumni who still returned to the school without an invitation letter.Seven or eight gray-haired old men took a group photo at the school gate, and handed him the camera to help him take pictures.Everyone in the camera had smiles on their faces.

How old are you?Deng Tingge thought very sadly, maybe there are only a few people left in a class.

Luo Hengqiu had to go to the conference room for a meeting first, "hand over the check", put the camera he brought into Deng Tingge's arms and let him go for a casual stroll first.When getting out of the car, Deng Tingge saw that there was no one in the corner, and turned to kiss him on the cheek.

Luo Hengqiu: "It's crooked."

After speaking, she leaned over to kiss him.Deng Tingge blushed a little from him, urged him to go to a meeting, and wandered around the school with his camera.

The anniversary day is also the school's annual open day.At first glance, the school has more alumni than students.Teenagers and girls in school uniforms hurried across the school path with props on their shoulders, their laughter clear and lively.The girl frowned and reprimanded the boy for not being serious, but the boy smiled and did not defend himself.

I miss it so much.Deng Tingge thought to himself, how could it not change?How come there is no difference between the peers around me five years ago and these children now?Probably the expressions, small awkwardness, ambiguous feelings and scheming that can be shown at such an age are all exactly the same.

He turned around a few times and used up a battery, but Luo Hengqiu still didn't come out.When I was sitting on the edge of the flowerbed to change the battery, a person sat down next to me.

Deng Tingge was startled, and turned around to find that it was Lu Zhixia.

"You're back too?"

Lu Zhixia gave him a white look: "My old lady came in with an invitation letter in a serious way."

"Then you won't pay the check?" Deng Tingge said.

"...I just donated 5000 yuan. Where can I get a check?" Lu Zhixia said, "It's different from Brother Luo. He donated hundreds of thousands. He has to take pictures, hold a ceremony, and have to give a speech."

Deng Tingge smiled, bowed his head and continued to change the battery.

Lu Zhixia sat beside him for a while, and suddenly asked, "How long have you been with Brother Luo?"

The camera worth tens of thousands of dollars in his hand almost dropped to the ground.

"Kids, don't talk nonsense." Deng Tingge snorted.

Lu Zhixia: "I've seen it all. You guys kissed in the parking lot just now."

Deng Tingge: "...you see it when you see it, don't talk nonsense."

Lu Zhixia: "That's an admission."

Deng Tingge was very nervous.People who knew him knew about his relationship with Luo Hengqiu, and the sense of crisis was extremely strong.He knew that Lu Zhixia should not talk nonsense, but he still emphasized: "Not many people know, Zhixia..."

"I know, do you believe that my character is good?" Lu Zhixia saw that he admitted it, and turned to look at the students on the school road carrying tables and chairs, "How long has it been?"

"...not long." Deng Tingge said.

"You're lying." Lu Zhixia said with a smile, "You used to follow senior brother all the time. When I was freshman in high school, senior brother was senior three. I still remember that you often pulled senior brother Luo over to watch your rehearsals, and went home together after rehearsals. And often tell us that you go to the night market to drink porridge and barbecue together after evening self-study."

Deng Tingge remembered: "Oh, yes."

He couldn't help recalling what happened at that time, and smiled softly: "The people in the drama club still asked me to treat them."

"I asked you to treat me..." Lu Zhixia was extremely helpless, "Brother...you really don't remember me at all. Because you only have Brother Luo in your eyes?"

"No, no, no." Deng Tingge thought to himself that I hadn't awakened at that time, and later I couldn't even remember his appearance clearly, "Yes...he was the one who cared about me first."

He liked chatting with Lu Zhixia very much, and at this moment he unconsciously said something in his heart.

"After so many years, he still remembers the last five digits of my student number at that time." Deng Tingge himself found it very funny when he said it, "Who would remember this? Even I don't remember it, but he does... ..."

"I remember it too." Lu Zhixia said calmly, "00635, right."

Deng Tingge was taken aback for a moment, but Lu Zhixia didn't look at him, and continued to speak slowly, still staring at the boys and girls fighting.

"I still remember that you had a crew cut when you were in the second year of high school. In the photo of the midterm exam, you wore glasses with frames. You were very thin at that time, and you often ate a bowl of shiitake mushroom and chicken powder for breakfast at the noodle shop opposite the school gate. .”