Little boyfriend is cute and flirtatious

The theme of "A Song of Ice and Fire" is not really going to the filming location of "Quan You".

After giving enough time for netizens to guess, the "Challenge" official blog posted a ticket on the last day, blurring the time and passenger, only showing that the destination was Morocco.

Netizens who were even more puzzled left messages:

[Wait for an explanation, what is the relationship between Morocco and Quanyou? 】

[I searched through the encyclopedia of Game of Thrones, but I didn't find anyone who is Moroccan! 】

[I'm considering buying a set of Game of Thrones books to see where I can get involved. 】

[Ready to buy books +1]

【A certain link, place an order now and receive it in the afternoon!There are still 100-20 off! 】

When Ying Feng saw these messages, he was having a video conference with the director and a local Moroccan photographer.

The small director who proposed this topic at the preparatory meeting became the focus of everyone.

The little director was a little nervous, trembling while holding the phone: "Director Ying, is it because the name wasn't chosen well? How about we change it?"

Ying Feng looked at him with a very iron face: "When I first came up with this name, I should have asked the bookseller for an advertising commission!"

The little director suddenly realized, and the directors quickly took out their small notebooks to write down, maybe they will need it in the future!

When it was time to leave, Zhang Qinqin sent a message asking Fu Xingyun if he wanted to go to the airport with them. Fu Xingyun refused after thinking for a while.

Firstly, although the relationship between the two had been made up on Christmas Eve, but the fighting power of the netizens was too strong, he had to maintain a "reserved" so as not to irritate his brother back; Yes, it did make him feel terrified.

He deliberately staggered the time with Shen Mochen, and set off nearly four or ten minutes late.

When he arrived at the gate of the waiting hall, he took a special look.Fortunately, there was no "red tide" like the sea of ​​people last time. The fans who sent off the plane should have all gone back, so he got out of the car and pushed his luggage inside.

"Star!!"

As soon as he walked into the waiting hall, there was a sudden shout in his ear.

Fu Xingyun looked up, and there were four or five girls standing at the gate of the waiting hall, waving to him.

Probably met a CP fan by chance.

Fu Xingyun rolled his eyes and waved to them.

Then, things got weird.

Last time, there were huge crowds of fans, and the airport was specially divided into areas, and they were sent off behind the isolation line.

This time there is no isolation line, and there are not so many people crowded.

But within a few steps, a few girls would gather together, call his name, wave and smile at him.

From the waiting hall to the security gate, along the way, Fu Xingyun met at least [-] small groups of girls, and he never let go of his mouth and arms.

They were very restrained and just called his name to say hello to him.

No one stands in his way, and no other demands are made.

It seems that friends meet by chance, just say hello and leave.

It was strange in his heart, but he didn't have time to find out the reason.

It was not until he passed the security gate that Fu Xingyun shook his sore arm and took out his cell phone.

As soon as I opened Weibo, I saw a strange entry in the hot search:

#boo!We don't tell him! #

Clicking on it, it turned out to be a video of a fan sending Shen Mochen off half an hour ago.

Shen Mochen is wearing a white casual suit today, wearing sunglasses, as lazy and handsome as ever.

The girls in red support uniforms were full of enthusiasm, and they still chatted loudly with him while he was queuing up to pass the security check.

"Brother Chen, why didn't you come with Xing Xing today?"

Shen Mochen smiled: "He has his own business, he will come later."

"Then we'll wait here for him, shall we?"

Shen Mochen seemed a little helpless: "You are dressed in red, you can be my fan at first glance, he will not dare to come in after seeing you. You should go back!"

"That's it, then let's take off the support uniforms!" Some anxious fans took off the red support uniforms at that time.

Shen Mochen looked at them and laughed straight: "Oh, you've lost fans like this!"

The fans roared with laughter.

Some fans shouted: "Don't worry, Brother Chen, we'll just take it off for a while."

"Hahaha! We will come back after sending you stars!"

Shen Mochen was helpless: "Don't scare him, he is not in this circle after all."

The fans laughed: "Okay, okay, let's pretend to meet by chance and don't tell him!"

Below the video, everyone is afraid that Shen Mochen will be worried, and all are messages reporting Fu Xingyun's status:

[Reporting to Brother Chen, I ran into Xing Xing at the gate of the waiting hall just now!When greeting him, Xing Xing smiled happily! 】

[Report to Brother Chen, I ran into a star 20 meters away from the waiting hall!The stars are waving at us! 】

[Reporting Brother Chen, I ran into a star 50 meters away from the waiting hall!The star said hello!]

[Report to Brother Chen,...]

Fu Xingyun looked at the phone and smiled for a long time. Where is this Weibo?It has simply become his personal track report.

He wondered, if he went to the bathroom in the middle, would he still be able to tell from these reports how long he had been there?

When refreshing again, a piece of information was pushed up:

[Shen Mochen V: Thank you everyone, I have seen him! 】

A hand dropped from the top of his head and stroked the top of his hair.

Fu Xingyun raised his head and said with a smile, "Brother, I'm here."

"Come on, we're about to board the plane!"

The friends were still the same, Lin Qianqian and Zhang Yunchen were bickering, Zheng Qi pulled the Cheng brothers and sisters to talk, Nie Yongjun was dragged by the guide to ask about the affairs of the army, and the live broadcast photographers unanimously turned their cameras on them.

As if... nothing had changed.

Feeling mischievous, Fu Xingyun stood up straight in front of Shen Mochen, and put his hands on his shoulders.

The distance between the two is very close, and the breath can be heard. The smell of peppermint aftershave on the elder brother's face, combined with his own clear breath, goes straight to the bottom of his heart.

Shen Mochen raised his head suspiciously, Lin Qianqian and Zhang Yunchen turned their heads, and Lin Qianqian even turned his head to look around, as if trying to cover them up with something.

After Fu Xingyun finished pressing his shoulders, he went to press the top of his head, then turned his head and asked Ying Feng: "Ying Dao, do you think I am taller than my brother?"

Ying Feng who was caught by the cue: ...

Almost everyone present heaved a sigh of relief, and Director Ying judged seriously: "Don't tell me, I really forgot that when I saw the stars in August, I didn't seem to be as tall as Mochen!"

Fu Xingyun immediately looked proud.

Zhang Yunchen groaned strangely: "Xing Xing, how did you grow, what did you eat, how can you still grow taller?"

Coincidentally, in the video advertisement/advertising machine standing by, the actor playing the role of the mother held a box of vitamins and summed up gently: "A child can only grow taller if he sleeps well!"

The words were answered seamlessly, making everyone laugh out loud.

Fu Xingyun held back his laughter, leaned slightly and whispered in Shen Mochen's ear, "Then I have to thank my brother!"

The person being compared actively held the respect, Shen Mochen stepped back slightly, pointed to the empty chair beside him: "Sit over, I don't want to stand with you!"

"Hahaha!" Fu Xingyun laughed heartily, obediently walked to the chair designated by Shen Mochen and sat down, looked up at him again.

Shen Mochen ignored him, found a seat far away and sat down, but the tips of his ears were slowly turning red.

Because of the two connecting flights in the middle, this flight made people feel particularly tiring.

After 30 hours of tossing, finally arrived at Mohammed V Airport in Casablanca.

Everyone looked sleepy, and even the director was too embarrassed to torment them any more.

However, the show still needs to be filmed, so Ying Feng can only cheer up and gather the guests together to assign tasks.

"Today's task is very simple, start from the airport, go to downtown Casablanca, and take the viewers in the live broadcast room to visit the scenery."

As usual, the guests all lazily responded. Anyway, it was a toss, and it was better to save energy before the official start.

When he got off the plane, Shen Mochen found that there was something wrong with the zipper of his clothes, and he couldn't pull it up several times.This jacket is a limited edition sponsored by the brand, and it has been agreed to wear it to appear on camera. Shen Mochen still has the habit of being a model in the past. He feels uncomfortable if he doesn't wear his clothes well, so he has been busy with the zipper. .

"What's wrong?" Fu Xingyun poked his head over.

"I can't pull it up," Shen Mochen pinched the bottom of the zipper with his fingers, "The bottom is always a little out of alignment."

"I come!"

Fu Xingyun leaned over, helped him align the bottom of the zipper, and squeezed it hard.

Director Ying was still speaking: "The following is the grouping session that we like to hear and see."

The zipper duo was competing, and the others said "oh".

"The Langya platform has recently developed a scoring function. Our group live broadcast will face the audience's scoring and evaluation. When we leave Casablanca tomorrow, everyone's average score will determine the difficulty of tomorrow's challenge. Everyone, please work hard!"

No one responded.

Director Ying's eyelids twitched, and he felt that it was a mistake for him not to bother them today, but now that the live broadcast is live, he can only bite the bullet and continue: "Everyone is free to group..."

Before they finished speaking, Cheng Lin and Chenghui brothers and sisters took out their "Cheng Brothers and Sisters Walking the World" banner in a flash. Zheng Qi and Nie Yongjun showed their muscles in front of the camera together. Lin Qianqian quickly put Zhang Yunchen's arms elbow.

In less than five seconds, the three teams had finished lighting up their images in front of the camera and turned around to leave.

"Hurry up, the photographers will follow!" Ying Feng gritted his teeth with hatred, "Aren't you afraid that I will limit your consumption?"

He looked at the two remaining guests, "Hey, what..."

Shen Mochen's zipper was finally obedient, and the two of them worked together to close the zipper. When they looked up, there was only a helpless expression in front of them.

Fu Xingyun looked up and looked around: "Have you set off yet?"

The phone ding-dong, Fu Xingyun looked down.

There was a group message on the screen, only half of it said: "Fortunately, we ran away first, and we don't know what to do..."

Fu Xingyun pulled Shen Mochen up and ran away.

This time, a young man named Ji Lin, a native of Casablanca, was doing the live broadcast for them, but he is of Chinese descent and speaks Mandarin well.

Seeing the two running away, he picked up his equipment and chased after them without saying a word.

Ying Feng stomped his feet on the spot, but there was a weird smile on his face.

The director's shot flashed by, but careful netizens discovered the clue.

[Looking at Director Ying's smile, I feel like something is about to happen! 】

【how to say?There is a feeling of "you can't escape the palm of my hand". 】

[I'm looking forward to it, I plan to squat in the live broadcast room of Brother Chen and Xing Xing. 】

The two who ran away didn't know this. After running for a while, they looked back with lingering fear and found that there was no one there, so they stopped to catch their breath.

"Okay, you can walk slowly now." Shen Mochen waved his hand, "Where are we going now?"

"I don't know either..." Fu Xingyun looked around, "Where's our cameraman? How can we live broadcast without a cameraman? Did the director just say something about scoring?"

Shen Mochen took a breath: "What is the rating? Are we going to play or the audience is going to play? Oh, it should be the audience scoring, right?"

Fu Xingyun looked bewildered: "What's the use of that score? Did Director Ying just say that?"

Laughed in the live room:

[Hahaha, who told you to get together and ignore the director just now? 】

[This is what happens if you don't listen to the lectures in class! 】

【Like me who was urged to do my homework...】

[I feel that the cameraman this time is not bad, Brother Chen and the others didn't realize that they were being broadcast live, right? 】

【Oh, I know what Ying Dao's smile meant just now. 】

[The smile is gradually changing...]

The two who were wondering didn't know that they had been broadcasted live, so they let go after being confused for a while.

"Let's go," Shen Mochen looked at the people coming and going at the airport, "Anyway, I have to go to the city, let's talk about it later."

"Yeah!" Fu Xingyun took two steps forward, then suddenly stepped back, grabbing Shen Mochen's sleeve.

"Let's go together, I'm afraid you'll get lost."

Shen Mochen bowed his head.

Fu Xingyun's hands were slender and beautiful, but now he was only holding his sleeve lightly, without touching his skin at all.

Fu Xingyun has been very careful since the two of them talked on the surface on Christmas Eve.

He was so careful that even Zhang Qinqin asked him if he scolded Brother Xing, which made Brother Xing terrified every day.

Shen Mochen was actually a bit regretful, if Fu Xingyun hadn't pierced the window paper that night, their relationship would not have become like this.

Although this was his request, when Fu Xingyun really seemed to let go and stopped chasing and clinging to him, he felt a little lost.

Maybe, after that night of eagerness, I really can't go back to the original time.

He was actually very confused, facing such a cautious and flattering gesture, he didn't know whether to avoid it or let it go.

While hesitating, Fu Xingyun had already pulled him to the transfer center of the airport.

"Brother, shall we take the train?"

"Well, yes!" Shen Mochen nodded absently.

"Then wait for me, I'll go buy a ticket!"

There was a long line at the ticket window, and Fu Xingyun stood at the end of the line, looking back from time to time.

Shen Mochen stared blankly for a while, and gestured to Fu Xingyun who turned his head again, intending to take a stroll nearby.

When Fu Xingyun came out with two train tickets, Shen Mochen was holding a bag of small green and speckled fruits and was watching.

"What is this?" Fu Xingyun pinched one curiously, "It feels like a fat cactus."

"Well, a lot of people bought it just now, so I joined in the fun." Shen Mochen took out one that was slashed twice, "This is for tasting, and I think it's quite delicious."

The knife edge is in the middle of the fruit, the top half of the peel can be picked up, and there is a small gap on the round flesh, which should be the trace of Shen Mochen just tried it.

"Wrong!" Shen Mochen lowered his head and rummaged through the fruit, "There is another one who opened his mouth."

When he raised his head, Fu Xingyun had already bitten down, half of the fruit's flesh, together with the small gap on the top, was sucked into his mouth.

"You..." Shen Mochen opened his mouth, but finally he didn't say anything, he just asked, "Is it sweet?"

Fu Xingyun sipped twice, first nodded with a smile, and then showed a little weird expression.

"What's wrong?" Shen Mochen was a little worried, maybe he ate something wrong.

Fu Xingyun took out a piece of facial tissue from his pocket and covered his mouth: "I think I'm a bit like a pea shooter!"

Shen Mochen blinked, what does eating fruit have to do with Peashooter?

"I tried it just now, and it feels good!"

Fu Xingyun still covered his mouth with a tissue, and said vaguely, "Try taking a big bite."

Shen Mochen glanced at the half-bitten fruit, picked up the uneaten one half-believingly, and bit off half in one bite.

The sweet and sour juice exploded in the mouth, causing the taste buds to tremble, and it was more moist than drinking water, but...

Shen Mochen covered his mouth and laughed.

Fu Xingyun showed an expression of "I say yes", took out a tissue and handed it to Shen Mochen.

There is never a shortage of talents in the live broadcast room, and there is no shortage of enthusiastic people. Immediately, some netizens came out to explain:

[That's a cactus fruit, the term pea shooter is too vivid, haha! 】

[Xing Xing is really talented. When I ate prickly pear fruit for the first time, I also had a mouthful of seeds! 】

[Yes, yes, if you allow me to spray it out, I will really become a pea shooter in seconds! 】

The picture gradually enlarged, and Shen Mochen was still smiling.

In the pure skylight of Casablanca, the eyebrows and eyes of the handsome man are particularly dazzling because of his smile.

Fu Xingyun had the urge to reach out and caress, wanting to use his fingers or even his lips to trace the alluring outline.

Just like this, the one laughing and the other staring at each other, the two of them don't know that they have become the most beautiful scenery in Casablanca station.

[My God, these two people really thought that no one took pictures of them. 】

[Woooooooooooooooooooooo, Xing Xing's eyes are so affectionate! 】

[If someone looks at me like that, I will pounce on him and ask him to marry me! 】

When the two spit out the fruit seeds in their mouths, wrapped them in paper towels and threw them into the trash can, the photographer finally showed up.

After introducing themselves, the three boarded the train together.

There were not many people on the train, and Ji Lin sat on the other side, so he could take pictures of the two without making them feel uncomfortable because they were too close.

The train was speeding, and soon, the two saw the outline of the city ahead.

Casablanca, traditionally known as Casa Casa, is an important historical city on the Atlantic coast of western Morocco, known as the "Lung of Morocco" and "Atlantic Bride"; the city of Casablanca named by the Spaniards means white house. 【1】

Looking around, it is really a healing white.The blue sky and sea gently embrace this white city, which is as clean and clear as a fairyland.

After getting off the car, the two went straight to the famous Hassan II Mosque.

The exterior walls of the mosque are decorated with hand-spliced ​​mosaics based on geometric patterns. The doors, columns, and even the interior walls are covered with fine flower and leaf patterns, and even the lights and shadows are full of artistic atmosphere.

This time there was no restriction on consumption, so Fu Xingyun calmly invited a local tour guide to take them through the tour carefully.

After visiting the mosque, the two came to Mohammed V Square to rest.

Across the road is the famous Pigeon Square.Sitting by the huge fountain, Shen Mochen stretched his legs and glanced at Fu Xingyun.

The boy looked at the pigeon in a daze.

"Do you want to feed the pigeons?" he asked.

"Children like to feed pigeons!" Fu Xingyun looked at the children running around in Pigeon Square.

Shen Mochen smiled and said nothing.

Fu Xingyun suddenly whispered, "I used to feed pigeons a lot."

"Huh?" Shen Mochen was a little surprised that he didn't expect him to say this.

"My parents died in a car accident. It was raining heavily in Munich that day. There was a person driving in the rain on the highway, which caused a series of collisions."

"Mom and Dad died on the spot, and I was also seriously injured and lay in the hospital for three months."

"When I was able to sit in a wheelchair, the nurses often pushed me out to bask in the sun. There is a small pigeon square near the hospital."

"My nurse is a fat woman from country D, the mother of three children. Probably because she thought I was too gloomy at the time, and would often joke with me."

"The first time I went to Pigeon Square, I couldn't move my hands and feet, so she put the pigeon food on my lap to attract the pigeons to eat."

Fu Xingyun raised his head and smiled: "I know she has good intentions and wants me to get in touch with small animals more and rebuild my confidence in life."

He lowered his head again: "Actually, all small animals have spirituality. At that time, I was gloomy in my heart, and I naturally emitted negative energy. Pigeons were not willing to eat on me."

The boy's gaze was heavy.This is the first time that Fu Xingyun took the initiative to talk about his past after knowing each other for so long.

Shen Mochen raised his hand and rubbed the soft hair on the back of his head.

"But it's okay." Fu Xingyun turned his head, rubbed his palm lightly, and laughed, "Later, I met a group of brothers who were engaged in extreme sports in the square where the pigeons were fed, and I met Professor Zhang again. Well, the pigeons are willing to get close to me."

Seeing the young man's smile, Shen Mochen felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

It's easy to say, how many struggles and ups and downs have you experienced in the phrase "getting better slowly"?How much effort and courage did you consume?

And before that, when the depression was at its worst, how painful and hopeless was it?

He felt a little out of breath, as if he had a lot to say, but felt that there was no need to say any more.

The boy with crooked eyebrows in front of him is stronger and braver than most people in the world. His smile makes people want to cherish it.

Pigeons were jumping around in the square, Shen Mochen got up straight and bought two packs of pigeon food.

He took Fu Xingyun's hand and brought him to the center of Pigeon Square.

After pouring a little corn and grains in the palm of his hand, Fu Xingyun slowly squatted down.

After a while, a little gray pigeon came bouncing over, looked at the two of them curiously for a while, walked up to Fu Xingyun, and pecked at the pigeon food in his hand.

As if it was a signal, a group of pigeons flew over, scrambling to surround the two of them. A few bold pigeons flew straight to the shoulders of Fu Xingyun and Shen Mochen, cooing and scrambling for food.

"Hey, wait a minute!" The pigeon food in Fu Xingyun's hand was quickly robbed, and he took the bag containing the pigeon food and poured it into his palm.

Pigeons that have been artificially fed for a long time are not afraid of people at all, so how can we wait for him to fall slowly?A few bold pigeons rushed over and pecked at the transparent bag.

The plastic bag in his hand was pecked out of shape, the pigeon food leaked all over, and the pigeons rushed to his arms.

"Crack" sounded not far away, Fu Xingyun turned his head with difficulty, and Shen Mochen was taking pictures of him with his mobile phone.

"Brother~~ You still haven't come to save me!" Fu Xingyun complained, but his eyes were full of smiles.

Shen Mochen put away his phone and held out a hand to him.

There was a whistling sound somewhere, and the pigeons all flew into the air as if they had received an order.

The dove shadows all over the sky became his background.

The young man had a bright smile and warm palms.

That moment seemed like an eternity.

The author has something to say:

Thank you for your concern for the stars. Yesterday's sentence of pursuing a big battle may have caused a misunderstanding. I apologize in advance.Everyone should be able to see from this chapter that Brother Chen can't resist Xingxing's offensive at all, and will surrender soon.Then comes the highlight moment of the stars.It's still the same one, no, it's the star that is cuter and prouder than the original one. After all, Europe is the place where the stars grew up and the place where the stars became famous... Don't forget, everyone, the stars are the ultimate masters!

[1] For the description of Casablanca, refer to (Donkey Mother's Travel Notes) "[I am an expert] A Thousand and One Nights Trip to Morocco in North Africa, Feeling a Different Africa"

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