Survival on a Deserted Island

Saturday.

Qin Zhan lightly lifted the quilt to get out of bed, but was grabbed by a hand from behind and dragged back.

"Today is the weekend." Xia Weizhe rubbed his chin on his shoulder, his voice was still a little vague from sleep.

Qin Zhan explained with a good temper: "I'm going out to do some errands today, didn't I tell you last night?"

Xia Weizhe paused, obviously thinking of such a thing, but he just hugged him silently and didn't let go, obviously playing a rogue.

Qin Zhan let him hug him for a while, seeing that it was too late for someone to let go, so he could only gently remove his hand on his waist dumbfoundingly, turned over and got off the bed.

He stood in front of the bed, bent down slightly, moved Xia Weizhe's messy bangs to both sides, and kissed him on the forehead: "Sleep a little longer."

Xia Weizhe is currently preparing for his new album. Once inspiration strikes, he will completely sink into his own world and completely forget the time. Last night, he didn't go to bed until one or two o'clock in the morning.

Qin Zhan understands his state of complete selflessness once he starts working, because he often lived a life of upside-down day and night when he was filming in the early years, but he loves him very much in his heart. will wake him up.

Xia Weizhe groaned twice, turned over and seemed to fall asleep again.

Qin Zhan was worried about waking him up, so he took the toiletries to the bathroom in the next room, changed into a set of simple and refreshing clothes, and then went downstairs.

Downstairs, the housekeeping robot is putting breakfast on the table. Although the food prepared by the housekeeping robot is much worse than that of Xia Weizhe, it is more than one level better than Qin Zhan. As soon as Qin Zhan sat down, he heard people kicking down the stairs. sound.

Qin Zhan turned his head and met Xia Weizhe's lips. The two exchanged a sweet good morning kiss.

"Good morning, dear!" Xia Weizhe's hair was still messy after waking up, and his voice was sleepy and hoarse, but Qin Zhan really liked his sexy voice just waking up.

"Good morning, dear." Qin Zhan responded softly, "Why don't you sleep a little longer."

"I can't sleep if you don't sleep with me." Xia Weizhe's tone seemed to be coquettish. After living together with Qin Zhan for a short period of time, he has successfully found a way to soften Qin Zhan's heart—acting like a baby—and tried it repeatedly .

Qin Zhan looked at his watch, and quickly ran through his time schedule in his mind: "If there is no accident, I can come back and take a nap with you."

Xia Weizhe raised his eyebrows, this is already a good result.So he accepted it as soon as it was good, and obediently sat down at the dining table to accompany Qin Zhan to have breakfast.

Before going out, Qin Zhan looked at Xia Weizhe who was sent out, and wanted to give a few words, but he was reluctant to shut up when he thought that someone had much higher self-care ability than himself.

Xia Weizhe didn't care how complicated his heart was going through, he stepped forward and touched Qin Zhan's lips lightly: "Everything is going well."

Qin Zhan smiled softly: "Then I'm leaving."

"Goodbye." Xia Weizhe thought for a while, and added, "I'll wait for you to come back on the bed~"

Qin Zhan's footsteps stopped, and the charming thought of "a bit like a gentle wife sending her husband out" that rose in his heart was blown away like a light smoke by his words.

Thinking of the six-pack abs hidden under someone's slender body, Qin Zhan firmly pressed this thought into his heart.

Well, it must be an illusion.

Because Xia Weizhe wasted a lot of time at home, Qin Zhan hurried on the road and finally arrived at the "Little Angel Orphanage".

Song Zhenhe grew up here, so he will do volunteer work here when he has time. Saturday is just a fixed time for him to come to the orphanage. Qin Zhan considered that the movie he was going to make was also related to orphans, so he decided on the location Here, he also notified Zhao Chi to let him come here after signing the contract.

Qin Zhan parked the car, took out several boxes of things from the back seat of the car, loaded them into an automatic trolley, and walked into the orphanage.

As soon as he entered the door, several volunteers surrounded him and called him "Brother Qin" affectionately. Qin Zhan started funding this orphanage ten years ago. I will also come and have a look. The people here, whether they are children or volunteers, have a very good relationship with him.

"Is Zhenhe here?" Qin Zhan asked.

"Xiao Song should be with the children at this time."

"It's not time for free time yet."

"Well, so it should be in the backyard or in the classroom." The volunteers answered in a hurry.

Qin Zhan smiled at them: "I have something to do with Zhenhe, so let's talk later."

Several volunteers nodded in understanding, and each dispersed to do their own things.

Qin Zhan went to the backyard first, and found that there were only a few older children reading at the stone table, and when they saw him, they all surrounded him excitedly.

"Brother Ah Zhan, you finally have time to visit us!" A girl in her teens jumped up and hugged Qin Zhan's arm, "We saw you on TV!"

Qin Zhan touched the girl's head with a gentle smile: "I will visit you often in the future."

There were also children who chirped and asked him for autographs, and he responded to them all with a good temper.

Qin Zhan looked at the silent boy and asked, "Where is your Brother Xiao Song?"

The boy was a little shy, but it was obvious that he also liked Qin Zhan: "Brother Song should stay with the children in the toy room at this time."

Qin Zhan nodded, and said as if remembering something: "I brought you a box of books, you can go ahead and pick them out."

The boy's eyes lit up, and the other lively children had already said "goodbye" to Qin Zhan excitedly and went to the front to pick up books. Qin Zhan smiled at him: "Go quickly."

In the end, Qin Zhan really found Song Zhenhe in the toy room. He lay on the glass of the door and watched for a while. Song Zhenhe was surrounded by a circle of four or five-year-old little carrot heads, who were telling them stories.Qin Zhan pushed the door gently and walked in, without disturbing any of the children, but Song Zhenhe seemed to sense something and suddenly raised his head and smiled at him, but the voice of telling the story did not change at all, still gentle and vivid.

Qin Zhan sat in the corner of the toy room for a while, watching the group of children staring at Song Zhenhe with bright eyes, their eyes were clear, showing undisguised admiration and trust; Song Zhenhe's lips were always relaxed With a gentle arc, his eyes were also peaceful, and his eyes swept over the children around him with complete pity and love.

Qin Zhan smiled suddenly. He pointed out the door to Song Zhenhe, opened the door lightly as when he came here, sat on the chair in the corridor, took out the lighter from Xia Weizhe from his pocket, and opened it. Take it together and play with it.

He suddenly thought of the scene when he saw Song Zhenhe for the first time eight years ago. Because of long-term malnutrition, the 13-year-old boy was thinner and smaller than other children of the same age, probably only a little higher than his waist. , with vigilant and sensitive eyes, like a little hedgehog covered with thorns.

Eight years ago, Qin Zhan was 21 years old. He had just severed ties with the Qin family. The rebellious and hostile spirit on his body had not been polished off by life. Seeing this child was like seeing another self.

So at that time, when there was no guarantee of his own life, he sponsored the child without hesitation, sent him to school and communicated with him, watched the defense in his eyes gradually weaken until he disappeared; The care and love around you are contagious and become full of tenderness.

In fact, in the process of Song Zhenhe's transformation, how could he not be infected.During this process, Qin Zhan gradually fell in love with the feeling of charity. He began to spend a lot of time with sensitive but soft children, and spent a lot of money to provide these little angels with a life no different from normal people.

The reason for wanting to make this movie is the same. Although the welfare benefits in Huaguo have been gradually improved, and the relevant laws have also begun to be gradually improved. In the early years, it was rare for children in orphanages to have enough food and clothing. But what these children lack is never material conditions, but the love from people around them.

While Qin Zhan was sitting in a chair in a daze, Song Zhenhe opened the door and came out. Qin Zhan was awakened by the sound of closing the door. Seeing Song Zhenhe in front of him, he subconsciously asked, "Is the story over?"

Song Zhenhe nodded, and led Qin Zhan to sit down in a small room next door, and poured him a glass of water: "Why do you have time, Brother Qin?"

"I have solved all the things that should be solved recently." Qin Zhan thought for a while, but decided to go directly to the topic, "Zhenhe, do you still remember that I told you that I would make a movie for you?"

Song Zhenhe opened his eyes wide in surprise: "I thought you were just joking."

Qin Zhan glanced at him speechlessly, Song Zhenhe scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "My story is nothing to film..."

Qin Zhan thought for a while, and answered him this way: "Because I want to show a kind of warm power, rather than blind criticism and irony, and hope that through this movie, more people can pay attention to orphans. Yes, but The main factor is that I only know one other person who has gone through something similar to you."

"So only the last sentence is the key point." Song Zhenhe complained speechlessly, "But I don't care, but my literary talent is very average, so I can only tell stories according to storybooks."

"Don't worry, just tell the story, I hired a professional to polish it." Qin Zhan patted him on the shoulder, "So you have no objection?"

"This is a good thing, how could I have any opinion!" Song Zhenhe smiled shyly, "I will be very happy if I can help Brother Qin."

"That's good. I invited the screenwriter here. He is about the same age as you, and you probably have a common language." Qin Zhan's communicator ticked, he glanced at it, and laughed, "Exactly, he coming."

The author has something to say: I’m sorry I didn’t update QAQ yesterday, everyone else is off on weekends, but I’m so busy on weekends... Chinese wine table culture is sometimes very annoying QAQ