I just want to hold a hand [entertainment circle]

When the news of Qian Lin's injury and discharge from the hospital came, the production team was also close to wrapping up. Today is the penultimate scene of Tang Ci.

With the end of the last scene, the whole crew was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly became noisy.

After a while, the logistics department suddenly came out pushing a big three-story cake, and everyone around rushed up: "Happy birthday, Director Xiaolin——"

Lin Hang was looking at the camera with his head down, but he almost jumped when he heard the shout, "Tsk": "Those who don't know think I'm going to cut the ribbon."

A group of people laughed, and the field manager took the lead and sang a lively birthday song.

In fact, this is not the first time for Lin Hang to celebrate his birthday on the set, but this time is a bit different. Lin Hang's eyes wandered among the crowd for a long time, and he managed to find the inconspicuous Tang Ci hidden in the crowd.

He has already taken off his wig at the moment, revealing slightly moist forehead hair, and his face is completely covered with war-damaged makeup. A face has long been dusty after filming the big scene just now, only his eyebrows and eyes are moist.

Lin Hang's heart moved.

The people next to him were already urging him to make a wish and blow out the candles.

Lin Hang came back to his senses and smiled: "The wish will not be granted, I will blow out a candle and share the cake with you."

Lin Hang symbolically made the first cut, and then the next stage manager took over and distributed the cake to the crew.

The costume on Tang Ci has not been changed yet. He rolled and crawled in the sand in the scene just now, and his whole body was already filthy. Seeing that everyone’s attention is on Lin Hang at this moment, Tang Ci He simply slipped out along the gap between the crowd, but was caught before he slipped halfway.

"If you don't say happy birthday, you don't eat cake."

A lazy voice cut in horizontally, successfully stopping Tang Ci's footsteps.

Tang Ci turned his head, and saw that Lin Hang had successfully escaped from the siege of the crowd at some point, and was standing next to him with a cake at the moment.

Tang Ci paused, and birthdays are big, so he quickly answered: "Happy birthday."

He added: "I sang a song just now."

Lin Hang hooked the corners of his lips, looked at Tang Ci with a little smile in Mo Lan's eyes, and said, "I heard it."

He passed the cake in his hand forward again: "Do you want to eat?"

Tang Ci hesitated for a moment and then took it.

In fact, he doesn't like sweets very much, but the birthday star handed them to him in person, so he can't justify not eating them.

So, somehow, the scene turned into him and Lin Hang sitting on a small bench in the corner of the studio, with a cake in each hand.

Tang Ci really doesn't like sweets, and he will feel tired after eating two mouthfuls. Compared with him, Lin Hang's food is too delicious.

"The chocolate is a bit sweet," Lin Hang commented while eating, "but it looks pretty cute."

Without saying a word, the cake on a small paper plate has been eaten clean.

Tang Ci inexplicably felt that he looked like a child eating sweets, and there was an inexplicable joy in him, which made people relax and wanted to laugh.

However, the scene of a 1.8-meter tall man squatting on the small bench of the crew and eating cake is quite funny.

Seeing that Lin Hang turned his eyes to the cake on his paper plate with resentment on his face after eating, Tang Ci silently hid the two bites of cake behind him, and hesitantly said after a while: "... Shall I get you another piece? "

Lin Hang shook his head resolutely, and sighed melancholy: "No, what if I eat my eight-pack abs?"

"You don't like me in the first place. If the abdominal muscles are gone, I will be even more hopeless."

Tang Ci: "..."

Your self-awareness is quite clear.

However, Lin Hang's melancholy did not last for more than 3 minutes. After a while, he turned his head and asked Tang Ci excitedly: "Do I have a birthday present?"

I didn't hear Tang Ci clearly the first time, so I asked: "What?"

Lin Hang reminded patiently: "What about the birthday gift you prepared for me?"

Tang Ci: "..."

When did I say I prepared a birthday present for you?

But Tang Ci looked at Lin Hang at this moment, and he was in a mood to coax the child, and he was a little more patient, and said to him: "You stretch out your hand."

Lin Hang stretched out his hand obediently, looked at Tang Ci eagerly, and saw Tang Ci touched a few times in his pocket, and then took out a few round and fat toffee, and sprinkled them on Lin Hang palm.

Lin Hang was startled.

The coat of the toffee pricked the palm, making it itchy.

Tang Ci's fingertips touched the palm of his hand through the toffee, with a little warmth, and his voice was very soft, slowly drifting into Lin Hang's ears like a cloud, making his heartbeat stop unconsciously.

"Happy birthday, little brother."

"..."

Lin Hang was holding those toffee in his hand. After a while, he slowly lowered his head for some reason. From the perspective of Tang Ci, he could only see his eyes covered by his forehead hair. The bridge of his nose was almost straight from the side angle, and his expression was somewhat silence.

I don't know if it's Tang Ci's illusion, Lin Hang's eye circles seem to be a little red.

After a while, Tang Ci heard his muffled voice: "Thank you, brother."

"This is the best birthday I've ever had."

The author has something to say: Tang Ci: You think too much, I simply dislike your bad brain, it really has nothing to do with whether you have abdominal muscles or not.