half blind

"You, it looks like you don't know how to enjoy life." Mo Mao crouched on the clean and jade-like table, criticizing solemnly.

"Ha, I'd like to enjoy it, but not everyone is as rich as your family." Zhang Qing said dryly.

"There's nothing good about being rich." Mo Mao said with a lack of interest, "I still like to stay with my friends, eat food stalls, sing karaoke, do post production, and play dubbing."

Zhang Qing suddenly thought of something, "Qian Kun and the others, don't they all know your true identity?"

"I don't know." Mo Mao said, "I don't want to be called Young Master Qian, and I don't want to use my father's name to make everyone avoid me."

"But you still came to participate in this program." Zhang Qing said, "After the program is broadcast, they will naturally know who you are."

"It's not good for me to keep it from everyone." Mo Mao said reluctantly, "Besides, I don't want him to think that I'm lying to him..."

"Who?"

Mo Mao immediately realized that he had talked too much, like a cat with a blown hair, "No one! After talking about me so much, you should also talk about yourself?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"For example..." Mo Mao's eyes suddenly rolled around, and his body leaned forward, "What is the relationship between you and that Ah Chen?"

Zhang Qing was taken aback by this question, and almost immediately, Mo Mao showed a triumphant smile of "I knew it".

"You are a boy, why are you so gossip." Zhang Qing said angrily.

"Hey, just tell me the truth." Mo Mao raised his legs in satisfaction, "Are you two a couple?"

"So what? What does it have to do with you?" Zhang Qing rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you curious how I know?" Mo Mao was even more proud.

The waiter put the charcoal fire and the grill on the grill, and placed a row of meat slices beside Zhang Qing that Zhang Qing couldn't recognize.

"I'm not curious." Zhang Qing said firmly, while using tongs to put the meat into the baking pan to roast.

"Hey, why are you so shameless!" Mo Mao was anxious.

"No." The sizzling voice of the barbecue was pleasant to hear.

"Teacher Gan said that you and that Achen were both key members of the Fanyin studio back then, but you were the first to leave the studio. Now you both appeared at the same time and returned to the online distribution circle at the same time." Mo Mao looked serious. Said, "So after my analysis, you must have fallen in love with someone in the club at the same time, so the swords were drawn and the whole club was bloody and had to be disbanded. Later, the two of you fought and found that each other It was my true love, so the husband and wife both returned home and came back to continue dubbing!"

"..."

Zhang Qing looked helpless, "You have read too many danmei novels, and your rival has turned into a lover, so go to Jinjiang to start serialization."

Mo Mao laughed, "Hey, it's not my fault. Cen Shang likes to write this kind of bloody BL stories. I've been with him for a long time and I've been fascinated by it."

Zhang Qing gave a "tsk", "I can't see it, that Cen Shang is very sullen. He is obviously a cold and poisonous man, but he likes to write about gossip and beauty behind his back."

"He's the one who serialized in Jinjiang." Mo Mao's tone was inexplicably tinged with pride, "He's one of the top ten in the rankings."

"Judging from your tone, it seems like you've read all the bloody dramas he wrote." Zhang Qing said with a smile.

"I, I didn't say that!" Mo Mao almost jumped up on the spot, his cheeks were flushed, "I don't want to look at the blood of the dog! Don't wrong people! Ah, your meat is cooked, eat meat!"

Zhang Qing lowered his head and smiled for a long time.

A private restaurant is worthy of being a private restaurant. The barbecue I ate this time is different from the food stall.Although Zhang Qing didn't know which one was the legendary Kobe beef, because Mo Mao put the meat in it desperately and almost burned it all.

After eating, it was past one o'clock in the afternoon.Mo Mao got into his flamboyant blue sports car again, and returned to the dormitory with sparks and lightning all the way.

Just as Momao guessed, not long after they returned to the dormitory, a staff member sent a note with the theme of their show tomorrow when they were recording.

"What did you write, let me see?" Mo Mao curiously snatched the note from Zhang Qing's hand, raised his eyebrows, "Lip-sync?"

Zhang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, "It's not bad, at least the ones drawn are not tricky and difficult themes."

"It's really not a tricky theme, but it's hard to bring out any special features." Mo Mao shrugged, "You look serious, and you don't seem to be someone who is good at funny. You can't get along with acting on this kind of show." In the past, if there is no bright spot, it will be brushed down immediately."

Mo Mao sighed exaggeratedly while talking, "It seems that thanks to you this time, I have completely come to accompany you on the run."

"It's not like your style to talk about frustration before the competition begins." Zhang Qing kicked Mo Mao's stool, "Hey, can you dance?"

"Why?" Mo Mao helped the stool angrily, "I have learned a little bit, and I have a foundation. What's wrong?"

"I have a good idea." Zhang Qing cleared his throat and expressed his thoughts.

Mo Mao almost stared out of his eyes after hearing this, and almost fell off the stool, "No way! No way! Don't even think about it!"

Zhang Qing sighed pretendingly, "If you really don't want to, I won't force you, let's make a normal lip-sync. When the time comes, you will be rejected in the first round, how can you explain to your father? , but it's not my problem."

"You, you still threaten me?" Mo Mao glared at him.

Zhang Qing immediately raised his hands innocently, "I'm not threatening, I've said it all, it's up to you whether you want to do it or not."

Mo Mao gritted his teeth, "Okay, okay! My young master, I risked my life to be with the gentleman, can't I? Let me tell you, if you don't get rid of that bastard called Bai Yidong, I can't spare you!"

"Well, we'll talk about it when the time comes." Zhang Qing smiled happily.

Zhang Qing and Mo Mao practiced this plan all afternoon.Zhang Qing also told Duanmu Rou about this plan, and his almighty agent also said that he would get their special costumes and props in the shortest possible time.

After the two of them had almost rehearsed their dance moves, they were too tired to even move.Looking up at the watch, it was already 08:30 in the evening.

"I said why my stomach keeps growling..." Mo Mao said weakly, "It turns out that we didn't eat at night."

"Yes." Zhang Qing tried a few times but failed to get up from the bed, "We seem to have completely forgotten about eating."

"What should I do? You can order a takeaway." Mo Mao moaned.

"I don't even want to lift my arm." Zhang Qing sighed.

At this moment, there was a knock on the dormitory door.

"Xiao Qing, are you there?"

"Who?" Mo Mao froze for a moment.

"Sister Rou, my manager!" Zhang Qing jumped off the bed stiffly, "Here we come!"

"Hiss, I just said that I don't want to lift my arms." Mo Mao muttered.

Zhang Qing opened the door for Duanmurou, only to see that Duanmurou was carrying a large bag in his hand and almost blocked her face.

Zhang Qing quickly took the things over, "Thanks for your hard work."

"These are props and clothes. I borrowed them according to the size you gave me. I'll try them later to see if they fit." Duanmurou put a few boxes of lunch on the table, "I guess you don't have time to eat during dance practice." , so I also bought dinner for you two on the way back."

"Sister Rou, you are a lifesaver!" Momao sprinted in front of the lunch box, sniffing greedily, "Oh my god, it's chicken curry!"

This kid... the camp jumps backwards.

After dinner, Duanmurou was sent away again, Zhang Qing finally had time to rest and took out his mobile phone to check the news.

He was expecting to see news from Zhou Nanchen, but he didn't expect to receive a single message.

Zhang Qing let out a "tsk", and was just about to put down the phone in a fit of anger, when a message came from the other side as if telepathic.

--Are you done?

Zhang Qing typed a reply.

——I see that someone is busier than me, and I don't even have time to send a message.

After waiting for a while, there was no reply. Zhang Qing just wanted to close the window, but Zhou Nanchen called him directly.

"Hey?"

Zhou Nanchen laughed softly, "Are you angry because I didn't send you a message?"

"Where, how dare I be angry with you—" Zhang Qing dragged his voice deliberately.

"I asked Sister Rou, and she said that you have been busy rehearsing for tomorrow's show today, and I didn't dare to send a message because I was afraid of disturbing you." Zhou Nanchen chuckled, "I asked her just now, and she said You're done rehearsing."

"It doesn't matter if you bother me." Zhang Qing muttered, "It seems that I will hold grudges against you because of this."

"Is the capital colder than Huai Shui? Did you wear the coat I brought you?"

"I put it on, but it's not that exaggerated. It's a bit cold at most. It's not the beginning of autumn yet." Zhang Qing said.

"Hey, is that Ah Chen?" The Mo Mao, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, turned over and jumped to the side of Zhang Qing, and then started to yell at the phone while pinching his throat.

"Ah, brother Zhang Qing doesn't want it, um..."

"Qian Zimo!" Zhang Qing kicked his leg.

"Who's over there?" Zhou Nanchen asked with a sullen smile.

"Mo Mao." Zhang Qing said helplessly.

"Ink cat?" Zhou Nanchen was very surprised.

"Well, he is also a contestant on this show, and he shared a dormitory with me. It's a long story, I'll tell you when I have time back."

"Okay. Let's do this first. You have to get up early to record the show tomorrow, so go to bed early today and don't go to bed too late."

"it is good."

"Good night."

"Good night."

After about three seconds, Zhou Nanchen sighed, "Then why didn't you hang up?"

"What about you, why didn't you hang up?" Zhang Qing turned over on the bed and said lazily, and got a small trembling "噫" from the Mo Mao on the opposite bed.

"I miss you. I want to hear your voice more." Zhou Nanchen's voice was very low and breathy, which made Zhang Qing tremble.

"I'll let you listen to it when I get back." Zhang Qing glanced at Mo Mao, and lowered his voice so that he couldn't hear it, "I'll let you listen to it on and off the bed."

Zhou Nanchen laughed sullenly several times, "Okay, if you don't hang up this call, you will have to hang up."

Zhang Qing cleared his throat, obviously not used to such flirtatious words, "Then, good night?"

"Well, good night, I will work harder tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Qing unexpectedly met Mo Mao's playful eyes.

"What are you looking at? Find one if you can." Zhang Qingmi squinted at him, "I'm going to take a shower."

Mo Mao jumped up from the bed, "Hey, brother! Why are you moving so fast, let me go in and pee first!"