The Emperor of Meiqiang and the Shadow has grown a pair of bunny ears

Qi Jiu arrived at the set five days later, and he didn't intend to delay Yan Shiqing's filming, so he told him not to come.

But when he walked out of the airport, he saw Yan Shiqing, leaning on a big G, with sunglasses and a mask, he couldn't help but look cool.

Guan Ju stood beside him, with a compassionate smile, as if he could not persuade him to give up resistance.

"Didn't you agree that you don't need to pick it up?" Qi Jiu was taken aback, and trotted towards him involuntarily, "Aren't you filming today?"

"Shooting at night." Yan Shiqing took his box, "I can't wait."

Qi Jiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and looked at the car body: "Is this car from... the crew?"

Yan Shiqing asked back, "Do you like it?"

Qi Jiu didn't answer directly, but said, "It's a bit ostentatious."

Yan Shiqing helped him pack his luggage, and Guan Ju took advantage of this moment to lean close to him and whisper in his whisper: "I came to find the director's car keys on a special trip. When I come to pick you up, I must drive the most coquettish model."

She stretched out her hand to Qi Jiu while talking: "Teacher Jiu, please give me the bag too, I'll leave it for you."

She didn't receive it, and what fell into her hand was a soft plush doll.

"Seeing that you posted that you didn't catch up with the lucky draw, I brought you one." Qi Jiu frowned, "You tell me earlier next time, and I'll reserve it for you in advance."

In order to catch up with the popularity of the Qixi Festival, the doll was made in the shape of a magpie, with stupid eyes, but Guan Ju liked it very much.

She was so flattered that she became so happy that she kept screaming like a kettle, biting the tip of her tongue: "God, I—thank you, Teacher Jiu...!"

Qi Jiu also laughed, and before he had time to say anything polite to her, Yan Shiqing, who had closed the trunk, squeezed between the two expressionlessly.

He didn't say anything, he folded his arms and looked at Qi Jiu thoughtfully, and waited for a while with his head slightly lowered.

Qi Jiufu went up to his heart and pinched his ears: "I'm coming."

However, the other party's reaction was not as good as Qi Jiu thought. He stood upright silently and let Qi Jiu rub him for 2 minutes, then got into the car without saying a word.

Qi Jiu:?

He seemed to have a clue, but he couldn't say it directly in front of Guan Ju, so he wanted to wait until the two of them got out of the car and got down alone before asking, but as soon as they arrived on the set, they were distracted by other affairs.

"I got someone." Before the two of them got out of the car, they heard a voice with laughter.

The man who spoke was in his early forties, alpha, with shoulder-length hair, overalls and Martin boots, and a white T-shirt with pencil marks all over his body.

Yan Shiqing nodded, and explained to Qi Jiu in a low voice: "This is Director Yu Guanglian."

Yu Guanglian is unshaven and looks very sloppy, but he is actually very good at handling some emotionally delicate movies, and can resonate with multiple age groups. He is quite a well-known director.

What he is most famous in the industry is that he likes to sit on the set and draw temporarily. At this moment, he has a sketchbook spread out in his hand, and he is drawing the images of the male and female protagonists who are filming.

Yu Guanglian exchanged pleasantries with Qi Jiu, and quickly drew a scene of him standing side by side with Yan Shiqing during the conversation. Shen Yun captured Qi Jiu's eyes very well, abstracting Qi Jiu's eyes into two short downward slashes.

He tore off the painting and handed it to Qi Jiu, and raised his chin towards the small tent 20 meters away: "There are some sugar shortbread fried over there, and the brown sugar stuffing that Xiao Yan specially asked to leave for you, you can eat it now." hot."

Qi Jiu accepted it gratefully, and was thinking of saying hello to the crew before going, but Yan Shiqing rushed to take him to the small tent as if he couldn't wait.

The aunt who made the pancakes should have greeted him in advance, and immediately stuffed him with a pancake when she saw him coming: "Mr. Yan has been nagging all day, and I'm just waiting for you to come."

Qi Jiu blinked and looked at Yan Shiqing arrogantly raised his chin at him: "Eat."

The sugar shortbread was indeed still warm, wrapped in oiled paper, and the brown sugar flowed out like magma when bitten open.

Qi Jiu was afraid of the high heat, so he only dared to take a small bite, but seeing Yan Shiqing staring at him, he had to eat another sharp point.

Before he could swallow what was in his throat, he heard Yan Shiqing ask him: "How is it?"

"It's delicious." Qi Jiu nodded seriously.

Only then did Yan Shiqing's expression soften, and he took out a tissue to help him wipe off the oil stains at the corners of his mouth.

Qi Jiu instinctively wanted to hide, but also remembered that this person had too many eyes and should try to lean towards the business direction, so he closed his eyes and raised his face to let Yan Shiqing play with him.

He randomly picked up a topic to avoid embarrassment: "Is this a local snack here?"

"No." Yan Shiqing said flatly, "I remember you love this, so I want to give you a taste."

Qi Jiu maintained the movement of his chin being held up by Yan Shiqing, and his eyelashes fluttered when he heard this.

How long ago did this happen? In the past, there was an old woman selling them at the gate of high school. Qi Jiu would buy two of them every week when he went home, brown sugar for himself, and eggs for Yan Shiqing. After graduation, he never ate them.

He himself had already forgotten about it, and Yan Shiqing had been thinking about it silently until now without noticing it.

Yan Shiqing ate up the cake in the end, he only dared to eat a little bit at night, for fear that he would be sleepy while filming later.

Guan Ju dragged Qi Jiu's luggage back, and quietly told him that he could go back to the hotel after saying hello, but Qi Jiu still decided to stay on the set.

Firstly, he wanted to be more dedicated to the performance of this relationship, and secondly, he was really interested in the set, and wanted to observe and learn more.

Qi Jiu held the small fan in his left hand and squeezed the water in his right hand. Afraid of disturbing Yan Shiqing, he dared to stand and watch from a distance, and trotted over to fan the wind and hand the water after the director called out.

Guan Ju fearfully guards the little boss who robs her of her job, fearing that something will happen to him.

Only Yu Guanglian could still roll her eyes and joked: "How many years have passed and you are still so tired? Are you afraid that he will be tired?"

Qi Jiu rubbed the tip of his nose and smiled shyly: "No way, I want to cling to him more while I'm resting."

He said it calmly, but actually his back was sweating a little, I'm afraid these people might see something.

"Then you are still quite sticky." Fortunately, Yu Guanglian didn't take it too seriously, turned up her sketchbook, and showed it to Qi Jiu with a silly smile.

The first half of this book basically only draws Yan Shiqing, from the facial features to the whole body, from sitting to standing.

"This is the first time I've filmed with Xiaoyan, and I thought he really likes to put on airs like he said on the Internet." He was not afraid of offending people, and put it bluntly, "Only when I actually got in touch with him did I feel that he is very nice and dedicated. one of the people."

Qi Jiu actually thinks that dedication should be the most basic requirement for an actor, and should not be the standard for judging his quality, but he didn't intend to be serious at this time.

Yu Guanglian pointed to the different paintings and introduced them one by one: "This is him checking the camera to see if he looks good; this is him discussing lines with the scriptwriter; this is him talking to the stage manager... Have you ever seen him talking to someone shorter than himself, he likes to bend over to listen to his left ear, and his eyes like to stay where the hair is spinning."

"Hey, don't think too much, I'm not interested in Xiaoyan." He said a lot before remembering to explain, "It's just that his figure is too standard, and his eyebrows are well-shaped, just like a human skeleton. In his spare time, he does some blind drawing, and in my eyes, he is just a walking textbook."

He was also really afraid that Qi Jiu would misunderstand, so he simply gave him all the books.

A thick stack of notebooks, starting from the time Yan Shiqing joined the group, recorded in detail a Yan Shiqing that Qi Jiu could not see very much.

The way he raised his head when he drank water, and the expression when he recited his lines, I found Yu Guanglian's annoyed and suffocated look when he was painting him.

It was close to ten o'clock after Yan Shiqing finished filming, and Qi Jiu was still sitting on a small bench when work was over, flipping through the pages carefully.

Yan Shiqing took the album away and told him solemnly: "Don't look at this, just look at me."

Qi Jiu raised his head and suddenly called out to him, "Hey."

After he finished shouting, there was no follow-up, he watched silently with bated breath, and found that Yan Shiqing would indeed bend down, approach him with his left cheek, and wait patiently for him to speak.

Qi Jiu found it interesting, and vaguely felt that the other party's gaze was moving down a little bit: "...are you looking at my mole?"

Yan Shiqing nodded, and told him without hesitation: "It looks good."

Yu Guanglian rubbed the goosebumps on her body beside her: "It's so sour."

Yan Shi glanced at him indifferently: "I have to pay for painting again."

Qi Jiu smiled and acted as a peacemaker, holding hands with Yan Shiqing and saying hello to the crew, before walking slowly back to the hotel.

Yan Shiqing was walking on Qi Jiu's right, and he could see his mole when he lowered his eyes, and felt Qi Jiu let go of his hand as soon as he walked out of the crowd's sight.

The temperature at night in summer is not very low, but the wind passing through the fingers is still icy cold, making the skin tremble in that place.

Yan Shiqing expected Qi Jiu to chat with him, but the other party didn't say anything.

It wasn't until we got back to the hotel that Qi Jiu asked the first sentence he had with him in private:

"Are we...to sleep together?"