I just want to hold a hand [entertainment circle]

"..."

The firework in Lin Hang's mind exploded even more violently, blasting his entire brain into white.

Probably because Lin Hang ran around all afternoon, Tang Ci was in a rare mood at the moment, and reminded him patiently: "Don't close it yet?"

Glancing at the expression on Lin Hang's face, Tang Ci unhurriedly added: "Are you waiting to ask me to watch it with you?"

"..." The firework in Lin Hang's mind has quickly changed from white to golden.

Before Tang Ci's next sentence came out, Lin Hang hurriedly turned off the video.

Lin Hang's throat twitched, and he didn't dare to look at Tang Ci. He held his mobile phone and explained in a low voice: "...the order is wrong."

"Ah." Tang Ci lazily replied, still holding his mobile phone and ordering takeaway, not sure if he believed it or not.

Seeing that Tang Ci lowered his eyes and nodded lazily, it seemed that he didn't take his words to heart, Lin Hang's eyes were rarely stained with a little impatience.

"It's true," Lin Hang put on a serious look on his face, "I won't be so disrespectful to you."

Tang Ci paused for a moment while holding the phone.

His eyes slowly fell to Lin Hang's side, those dark blue eyes were looking at him motionless, and his expression when he said this was much more serious than when he appeared in front of the camera.

Sometimes Tang Ci thinks that Lin Hang is really interesting.

In fact, he has that kind of arrogant appearance, born with a face that doesn't follow the rules at first glance, and he only looks at his mood when he does things on weekdays, and he is arrogant and arrogant without any scruples.

Just such a person, who grew up smoothly until he was in his twenties, is still unbelievably stubborn and innocent in some respects.

Sometimes Tang Ci is really magical.

Probably because the expression on Lin Hang's face was too serious, so serious that people couldn't bear it, Tang Ci couldn't help but tease him a little bit.

"What kind of disrespect is there..."

Tang Ci had a very bewildering smile on his face, his eyes were bent down, but the ends of his eyes were slightly hooked up, the arc of his eyes was like a crescent moon, and his voice stimulated him gently: "You don't want to practice, do you? "

"..."

Tang Ci's words filled his ears with a smile, and Lin Hang almost lost his grip on the phone.

It seemed that Lin Hang was really stimulated a little bit, and he was a little bit in a trance for the next time, and the heat in the roots of his ears never came down.

Tang Ci glanced at him lightly, then looked back silently, and kindly said nothing to stimulate him.

Entering midsummer, the rainy season in City A is approaching.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, it began to rain continuously outside, and with the sound of shaking leaves, the rain gradually increased.

Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, the whole city is in hazy colors.

The delivery efficiency of nearby restaurants is very fast, and it took less than 10 minutes from the time the order was placed to the delivery.

During the meal, the two of them didn't talk much, only the sound of wind and rain outside the house.

Halfway through eating, Tang Ci glanced at the opposite side.

Lin Hang's cell phone on the table turned on several times, and new messages kept popping up to overwrite the previous ones. Several missed calls had accumulated, probably from the afternoon until now.

There are probably a lot of things waiting for him over there, so Lin Hang returned a few of them.

"Urging you to go back to the set?" Tang Ci said.

Hearing this, Lin Hang glanced at Tang Ci, and said "hmm".

After a while, Lin Hang probably couldn't hold on any longer, he stood up hesitantly while grabbing his coat.

Tang Ci also guessed that he probably pushed a bunch of things here in the afternoon, and he also knew how it was possible for a person who had been so busy these two weeks to suddenly be free.

He sighed softly and stood up: "I'll see you off."

Tang Ci sent Lin Hang to the door.

Lin Hang was changing his shoes at the entrance with his head down, when Tang Ci called him in his ear.

Lin Hang raised his eyes.

"Bring an umbrella," Tang Ci pulled the umbrella from the umbrella stand and handed it over, and said softly, "It's raining heavily in the parking lot."

Lin Hang's eyes slid down.

Bone china-like fingers are resting on the pitch-black umbrella handle, the knuckles are slightly protruding, and dark blue veins are floating on the back of the hand, which makes people feel excited for no reason.

Lin Hang subconsciously looked away, feeling that his throat was a bit too dry at the moment.

When he took the umbrella over, his throat tightened lightly and slowly, and he could hear his tentative voice: "...can I come over next time?"

"Return the umbrella." He added.

Tang Ci didn't answer this question, but asked him jokingly: "Haven't you stayed here for so long today?"

"...Not enough." Lin Hang asked again, very persistent, "Can you come here?"

"Okay," Tang Ci smiled casually at him standing in the entrance, his eyelashes slightly raised, and his light-colored eyes under the light were clear and beautiful, "You just need to be bored."

The torrential rain in city A lasted for several days, and the whole city was almost in a torrential downpour.

Probably because it hasn't rained much since the summer, the torrential rain has shown no signs of stopping. Many shops and entertainment venues have been forced to close down, but the work on the set is still going on in an orderly manner.

On set today.

"Pass!"

Lin Zheng leaned out from behind the camera and waved his hands, with satisfaction in his eyes.

Tang Ci had heard that Lin Zheng was strict in filming before, but it was only after joining the group that he realized how exaggerated the strictness was.

Lin Zheng is demanding and picky. He NGs three or four times in a scene, and dozens of times at most. He seems to suffer from some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. He treats every scene as strictly as a handicraft to the point of perversion .

Under Lin Zheng's almost perverted standards, the growth of Tang Ci is also huge. From the first ten times when he first joined the group to the current two or three times, with the progress of Tang Ci, Lin Zheng is also visible to the naked eye. The treatment of Tang Ci is becoming more and more strict.

Tang Ci is in good shape today. After one scene, Lin Zheng took a look at the original film and asked him to make up a few close-ups before letting him go.

Sitting on the simple bench on the set, Tang Ci went through the script of the next scene again.

When the script turned to the third page, the stage manager came over and called him: "Ms. Tang, the make-up teacher is a bit busy. Can I trouble you to go to the make-up room and wait for a while, so he can touch up your make-up for you."

Tang Ci nodded and walked towards the dressing room.

There were already people in the dressing room, and voices could be heard from inside before the door was opened.

"...Yeah, Brother Tang and I used to be in the same school, and we happened to live in the same dormitory when we were trainees in Baiyun. We had a good relationship before," came a smiling voice, " Originally, we were all going to debut in the same group, but something happened later, Brother Tang didn’t stay in the group anymore, and we haven’t had much contact with each other in the past few years, and the relationship has gradually faded..."

Tang Ci's hand that opened the door paused.

Qiao Yu's smiling voice came through the door one after another. Lin Fei was standing next to Tang Ci. He was not as able to hide his temper as Tang Ci, and his face suddenly became angry, and he pushed the door open. , before entering the door, he choked out: "Did you make a rumor about your mother?"

"..."

When Qiao Yu turned his head and found Tang Ci standing at the door, his face was a little surprised. He smiled, with a sincere and appropriate apology on his face, and his attitude was very low: "I'm sorry, Brother Tang , it happened so long ago, I thought you didn't mind much, so I chatted casually, don't be angry..."

Lin Fei was almost convinced. He didn't know what Tang Ci was going to do to him after hearing this tone. Lin Fei curled his lips in disdain, but before he could reply, Tang Ci's voice came in softly .

"It's okay." Tang Ci smiled.

He usually has little expression and a weak smile, so the slightly bent eyes are particularly confusing.

Qiao Yu paused with a hesitant expression, not knowing what Tang Ci meant.

"I didn't expect you to remember things so long ago so clearly," Tang Ci said lightly, the smile in his eyes couldn't tell whether it was ridicule or sympathy, "It's quite unexpected."

Qiao Yu froze.

Tang Ci bypassed Qiao Yu and walked inside, Lin Fei followed behind, and when he passed Qiao Yu, he let out a soft "hum".

Tang Ci sat on the makeup chair and turned on the phone casually.

There was a backlog of several unread text messages on the phone, and the bottom one was from Lin Hang.

【Lin Hang: When are you at home?I'll bring you the umbrella. 】

[Tang Ci: The play in the afternoon will end around six o'clock. 】

He thought about it and added another one.

[Tang Ci: The key is under the second flowerpot at the door, if you arrive first, you can go in by yourself. 】

Tang Ci's afternoon play ended very early, half an hour earlier than he expected, and it was about [-]:[-] when he left the set and walked out.

On the way back, Lin Hangbo called, and Tang Ci answered the phone casually, with a lazy voice: "I'll be home in about half an hour."

There was silence for a few seconds for some unknown reason, Lin Hang said with some difficulty: "I picked up a child at your door."

Tang Ci's hand holding the phone paused.

"Now we're in your living room."

When Tang Ci pushed open the door, Lin Hang was sitting side by side with the child in the living room.

He couldn't make it clear on the phone, and Tang Ci still didn't understand the situation. He hung his coat on the hanger at the door, walked to the living room, and frowned slightly: "What's going on?"

Lin Hang sighed, and tried to explain the whole story clearly in simple and understandable words.

Probably because when Lin Hang arrived at Tang Ci's house, he found a child squatting at the door, crying so hard that his face was blurred, and he couldn't ask anything, so he simply opened the door of Tang Ci's house and ushered him in.

At this moment, the kid probably had enough crying, and was sitting on the small bench in the living room with his little schoolbag in his arms, hiccupping and sobbing, how pitiful he looked.

Tang Ci withdrew his eyes from the living room, and looked at Lin Hang with a smile that was not a smile: "You are very good, you dare to bring it to my house without knowing the origin."

"It's the first day I told you where to keep my house keys?"

Lin Hang rolled his eyes with a guilty conscience, and tentatively said, "Why don't I take him out to squat again?"

"Forget it," Tang Ci glanced at him coldly, then raised his legs and walked to the living room, "First ask which family the child is from."

The kid is quite obedient after crying enough, sitting obediently in the living room with his small schoolbag in his arms, not making a fuss, seeing that the big brother across the way brought him yogurt, he didn’t dare to take it, and whispered: “Dad said you can’t drink other people’s yogurt. thing."

Tang Ci slightly raised his eyebrows: "Then your father didn't say that you can't just enter other people's houses?"

"Say, talk." The child wanted to cry again, subconsciously glanced at Lin Hang next to him, and silently hugged the small schoolbag tightly, "I have an alarm and a positioning device, don't bully me, I, I, I will tell Uncle policeman."

Tang Ci made a "tsk" sound: "The awareness of prevention is quite strong."

After about 5 minutes, the basic information of the child is clear.

The kid’s nickname is Mumu, and he is a kid who lives in a new neighbor’s house across from Tang Ci. Today, the kindergarten in the community closed early. Crying in front of Ci's house.

Tang Ci thought for a while and asked him: "Do you still remember your father's number? Call him and tell him that you are at the brother's house across the door, and ask him to remember to pick you up when he gets home."

The kid hiccupped: "Remember, remember."

In the middle of the phone call, the child suddenly turned his face away shyly, and whispered: "Dad said, remember to thank, thank you brother...Dad also said that he wanted to say a few words to brother..."

Tang Ci picked up the phone.

The voice of the person on the phone is very gentle, making people feel as gentle as a spring breeze. The voice through the wire is inevitably distorted, but it sounds strangely familiar for some reason: "Thank you for taking care of Mumu, I still have about 5 minutes When I get home, I will trouble you during this time..."

After saying several troublesome words over there, Tang Ci answered absent-mindedly: "It's okay."

About 5 minutes later, the doorbell rang.

The child jumped up from the small bench, ran over happily and opened the door on tiptoe: "Dad!"

The person at the door leaned down to pick up the child, and said softly, "Mumu didn't cause any trouble for the brothers, did he?"

"No." The child shook his head and said, "Mumu is very good today, if you don't believe me, ask brother?"

Tang Ci stood up from the sofa in the living room, just in time to meet the eyes of the man at the door.

Looking at each other, Tang Ci paused first.

The voice of the person standing at the door was very gentle, with one hand firmly holding the child in his arms, the corners of his eyes were curved and reserved: "Hello, I am He Jingqiu, Mu Mu's father."

This time even Lin Hang paused.

He Jingqiu, once famous and popular in the film industry, is a phenomenon-level king, the only predecessor that Tang Ci admires in the circle and the only benchmark for advancing with him.

Tang Ci had imagined the scene of meeting him many times, but he never thought it would be this kind.

He would take the familiarity of the voice on the phone for granted.

In the two years when he first transferred to the acting department, he watched all the videos and classic images of He Jingqiu almost countless times, and his ears were callused. These three words have always been the only benchmark for his silent progress.

The name He Jingqiu used to be the sole focus of the media, and even the ending was spectacular.

After he won the last grand prize, he publicly came out and announced his retirement.

Since then, the name He Jingqiu has ended with an era.

Just looking at the gentle smile on his face while holding the child, Tang Ci couldn't connect with that person on the screen in the past.

The kid didn't know what to say in his ear, He Jingqiu smiled at the two people in the room.

"Mumu seems to really like you and wants to spend more time with you," he said gently, "If you don't mind, come to my house for a light meal."

When He Jingqiu was cooking food in the kitchen, Tang Ci and Lin Hang were in charge of building blocks with Mu Mu in the living room.

Tang Ci wanted to go in to help, but the other party's voice was gentle but firm: "You can stay with Mumu for a while, he can't make any friends nearby, it's rare to have someone to accompany him, I can't compete with him."

Tang Ci had no choice but to go back to the living room.

Tang Ci glanced at the busy figures in the kitchen, but still felt a little magical. He asked Lin Hang, "He Jingqiu is cooking for us?"

This is already the third question Tang Ci asked about He Jingqiu since he entered the door, and Lin Hang responded with a suppressed unhappiness.

"Brother, you are not paying attention," Mu Mu patted Lin Hang's arm, dissatisfied, "You built the house crooked!"

Lin Hang had no choice but to straighten the house a bit.

After a while, probably because he was reading Tang Ci or glancing at the kitchen from time to time, Lin Hang finally couldn't help but speak out.

Lin Hang: "He has a date."

Tang Ci: "?"

Lin Hang: "Don't keep looking at him."

Tang Ci: "...how do you know?"

Lin Hang lowered his eyes and stopped talking, with an expression of "anyway, there is".

"Are you the only two at home?" Tang Ci asked Mumu.

"No, there's uncle," Mumu said happily, "Uncle is on a business trip, and will bring Mumu something delicious when he comes back."

After a while, He Jingqiu yelled in the kitchen: "Mumu, go wash your hands and eat."

"Okay!" Mu Mu jumped up from the pile of building blocks, "Eat, brother!"

None of them like to talk when eating, and there are only children's murmurs on the table from time to time and He Jingqiu's voice coaxing him: "Don't eat vegetables."

"If you eat green vegetables, you can eat an extra candy today."

"Apple flavored!"

"Let's finish eating the vegetables first."

"Oh." Mu Mu sullenly ate two green vegetables.

"I'm sorry to trouble you today," He Jingqiu smiled, "I know that Mumu scared me when she came back from kindergarten alone."

Tang Ci stopped his chopsticks and said "You're welcome".

Seeing that the two people on the opposite side were still a little cautious, He Jingqiu took the initiative to say: "Let me introduce myself again, He Jingqiu, now I am a little-known drama director."

Seeing that the other party was so easy-going, Tang Ci and Lin Hang briefly introduced themselves.

"I know, I've seen your play, the one that's on air recently," He Jingqiu smiled, his eyes lingering on Tang Ci for a moment without any malice, and said gently, "May I take the liberty to ask a question?" , you should have been exposed to drama before, right?"

Tang Ci paused and nodded.

"Sorry, it's a common problem of drama directors." He Jingqiu didn't say anything more, just smiled, and said simply, "If you have any wishes about drama in the future, you can come to me, maybe I can help a little."

After dinner, Lin Hang helped put away the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, and Tang Ci played with Mu Mu in the living room as usual with his endless building blocks.

Tang Ci helped build two building blocks, and asked casually, "Did Mu Mu meet another brother before?"

Mumu's hands that piled up the blocks stopped, Yuanyuan's head was buried lower, and he whispered: "No, Mumu has never seen brother Lin Hang before."

"Really?" Tang Ci smiled, reached out and tapped Mumu's small nose in doubt, and said, "Why is the nose a little longer, is Mumu lying?"

Mu Mu was immediately coaxed into a daze, reached out her hand to touch her nose, said with a pursed mouth, "Mu Mu shouldn't have a long nose..."

Tang Ci patiently said: "Mumu, have you never met brother Lin Hang before? Dad said no, children will get longer noses if they lie."

"I've seen it, um..." Mumu dropped a few golden beans, and said in a low voice, "Brother Lin Hang used to live across from Mumu, and sometimes when Mumu went to kindergarten, he would meet brother Lin Hang, brother Give me candy."

"Mumu doesn't want to lie, but Brother Tang Ci won't let him in after Brother Lin Hang talks about it. Don't be angry with Brother, okay?"

He said how could it be possible for the child to sit in front of his house and cry when he couldn't get home. It turned out that he thought the elder brother he knew lived across the door.

Tang Ci curled his lips silently.

Well, let’s start with an excuse that the landlord can’t meet in a foreign country, and now he can even teach children to lie.

The author has something to say: Zhou, you are still washing the dishes, your wife is about to die. (lightly