The Squeamish Little Brother of the Actor

Qiu Ci packed his luggage, took another towel to block the camera in the room, and looked back at Ran Dongling, who had already fallen asleep, hugging the quilt and sleeping soundly.

What a little pig.

A piece of the soft mattress sank, Qiu Ci sat on the edge of the bed and admired his sleeping face for a while, and found that Ran Dongling's cheeks had become less fleshy at some point, and his chin had also become sharper, but his whole face still looked chubby of.

He hasn't eaten well recently, his appetite is good and bad, he can eat two bowls of rice when he is good, and even refuses to eat his favorite prawns when it is not good.

When I asked him why, whether it was because the food was not tasty or because he had a bad appetite, he denied everything and only said that he didn't want to eat it.

Qiu Ci couldn't figure out what he wanted to eat. The dishes delivered by the hotel were different every day. He could only guess that he ate too much food made by the hotel chef and was a little tired.

It seems that when he goes back, he will have to change to another hotel, or find a chef in the old house.

At the beginning of March, the temperature in the south began to rise, and the warm climate made people feel tired in the spring. After watching this for a while, a trace of drowsiness gradually emerged, and they planned to go to bed to sleep with Ran Dongling for a while.

"Chick! Chick! Chick!"

There were only them and no one else on the third floor. For the sake of ventilation, the door was not closed. There were a few chirping birds staying outside the door, and some of them were bold enough to go to the door to peek inside.

He was used to the sound of the little chubby bird at home, so Qiu Ci didn't think the chirping of the bird would be disturbing.

But fearing that it would affect Ran Dongling's sleep, after driving the little bird away, he closed the door and opened the window to let in air.

Qiu Ci lay down beside Ran Dongling, with his right hand vainly embracing his waist, closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

"Woo, woo, woo."

"Ugh, woohoo..."

Qiu Ci was still asleep, and when he heard a small crying sound next to his ears, he was startled, and immediately opened his eyes, looking at Ran Dongling beside him.

There were two tear marks on Ran Dongling's face, he frowned, his eyelashes were wet, he dreamed of something terrible, trembling slightly, shaking his head while crying.

"Be good? Be good?"

"Ling'er?"

"Wake up, can you hear me?"

Ran Dongling was still immersed in the fear in his dream, he was locked in a black box, unable to move, only tears kept coming out of his eyes.

If I knew I would never go to the toilet, I would not have encountered such a thing if I didn't go to the toilet. It was the second time in my life that Ran Dongling regretted it so much.

After crying for a long time, a white light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes, and a hand stretched out towards him from the white light.

That hand was slender and fair, with well-defined joints, and a ring in the shape of a snowflake was worn on the middle finger. Through the thick black mist, Ran Dongling was pulled up.

As soon as their hands touched each other, the power that imprisoned him in the black box disappeared, and Ran Dongling's body could move again, and he followed the person who pulled him out of the black box.

"Ling'er? Wake up."

Breaking free from the nightmare, Ran Dongling suddenly opened his eyes, and met Qiu Ci's worried gaze.

"Chou Ci, Brother Qiu Ci." He was emotional, his eyes were red, he hugged Qiu Ci, and leaned against him, trembling non-stop.

Qiu Ci hugged him in his arms, patted his back lightly, calmed his panic, and said softly: "Hey, it's okay, it's just a dream, everything in the dream is fake, I'm right beside you, It's okay, don't be afraid."

When he calmed down, Ran Dongling took a small breath and looked around in confusion. The room was well lit, and a few rays of sunlight shone through the window, telling him that it was daytime, not the dreaded night.

There were chirping birds outside, and the chatter of the staff downstairs could be vaguely heard.

Qiu Ci hugged him warmly, and the hand that patted his vest behind his back was steady and strong. All this told him that the dark night and black box he had just experienced were all a dream he had.

Fortunately, it was a dream, not real, Ran Dongling breathed a sigh of relief, he almost thought he was going to die again.

Knowing that it was just a dream, he collapsed into Qiu Ci's arms as if he was deflated, Nuonuo said: "Brother Qiu Ci, I just had a nightmare, I dreamed that I was locked up in a big black box, I can't move my body, and I can't speak, but luckily you came to save me."

Qiu Ci is really his savior, and he will keep this kindness in his heart.

Hearing what he said, Qiu Ci thought it was funny, but it just appeared in his dream, and somehow he became a savior. If someone else appeared in his dream, wouldn't he have to recognize "that person" as a savior.

It's okay if you don't want to, thinking that Ran Dongling will treat a stranger as a savior, Qiu Ci couldn't control his wild thoughts, he lowered his eyes, and changed the topic to ask Ran Dongling.

"Why did you suddenly have a nightmare?" After sleeping with Ran Dongling for so long, it was the first time he saw him having a nightmare.

"Because of the story Chen Yao told." Ran Dongling had just cried in his dream, and his nasal voice was a bit heavy.

Hatred: "What?"

Why did you get involved with Chen Yao again?

Ran Dongling clung to the arm beside him that gave him a sense of security, and told Qiu Ci that when they drove to the town in the morning, Chen Yao and Yu Han were telling ghost stories in front of them.

Their conversation was not loud, not afraid of being heard by Lan Wanru and Lu Lu, who were two seats away from them and afraid of ghosts, but not too loud, just enough for Ran Dongling who was sitting behind them to hear clearly.

At that time, Qiu Ci was wearing earphones to chat with others. Ran Dongling was a little motion sick and bored. When he heard them chatting, he pricked up his ears and quietly listened to their ghost stories.

Chen Yao probably has a talent for singing. With his mouth, he vividly told "The Twelve Boxes of Midnight Zombies". listen up.

But he still heard half of it, and his brain automatically recorded that half of the story, and played it in his mind when he fell asleep.

The nightmare he just had was exactly the scene in "Midnight Zombie Twelve Boxes", toilets, corridors, and black boxes.

Qiu Ci quietly listened to him finish, and grasped a non-essential point, "Did you go to the bathroom in your dream?"

"It's time." If he didn't have to go to the bathroom, he wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night, and he wouldn't see Hei in his dream...

In the middle of speaking, Ran Dongling felt the intention of Qiu Ci, and raised his small fist angrily, "I'm not a child, so I don't know how to wet the bed!"

Disturbed by the enmity, Ran Dongling's remaining fear dissipated. He fell back on the bed, found the phone by the bed, turned on the screen, and saw the numbers on it clearly. He thought he was delusional.

He experienced an hour or two in his dream, but only 20 minutes passed in reality.

There was an hour before two o'clock in the afternoon, and he experienced a nightmare, and now he dared not go back to sleep, he was afraid that he would return to that nightmare again.

Since he didn't want to sleep, Qiu Ci asked him to change his clothes, and the two of them went out for a walk and basked in the sun.

The building they lived in had a small courtyard, just as they walked to the first floor, Ran Dongling found six bodyguards following them sitting in the courtyard, discussing business matters around a sleeping dog.

The chatter that Ran Dongling heard just now was from them.

"Did you understand what I just said?"

"Brother, I understand."

"Okay, let me say one more thing. Later, Qiu and Ran will do their tasks separately. Old A, Lao Wen, and old D, you follow Qiu, Lao Tong, Lao Niu and Ran, and I carry walkie-talkies and headsets with us. , keep in touch at any time, and contact you in time if you need anything."

"Okay! Boss!" Five loud voices sounded in the yard.

"You bunch of idiots! Don't you understand what I just said, why are you shouting so loudly!" Lao Da slapped the bodyguard closest to him again.

The bodyguard who was beaten held his chest, and said in an aggrieved tone, "It hurts, boss, look behind you, Qiu and Ran are already awake, we can speak loudly."

Lao Da turned around and found that Qiu Ci and Ran Dongling had gone downstairs at some point and were standing not far behind him.

"Am I going to separate from Brother Qiu Ci later?" Ran Dongling asked suspiciously after hearing what they just said.

"I don't know about this. We are only responsible for protecting your safety. The mission is arranged by the director. We don't know anything about it." Lao Da became serious in a second, completely ignoring what he just said.

Seeing his serious expression, Ran Dongling gave him a strange look, always feeling that he was lying to herself.

He didn't think much about it, he forgot about it, and walked out the door holding hands with Qiu Ci. Behind them were cameramen, bodyguards, and staff hidden around.

There is a river in the middle of the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, which divides the town into two areas. Every time he walks a certain distance, Ran Dongling can see a bridge without guardrails, which connects the two areas.

The bridge is not wide, and only four or five people can walk together. If someone is obese or has something on their back, then only two or three people can walk side by side.

Ran Dongling held onto Qiu Ci's hand tightly, and when he walked onto the bridge, he stretched his head to look down the bridge. The upper river was clear, and a few small fish could be seen swimming in it.

"Pay attention to the road." Seeing that the further he walked, the closer he was to the edge of the bridge, Qiu Ci had to remind him.

"Oh." Ran Dongling withdrew his gaze from Yu Yu, and followed Qiu Ci to the middle of the bridge.

They passed a small stall selling sugar, did not stop, and walked straight ahead across the stall.

The owner of the candy stall is a white-haired grandmother. She is old and her eyes are not as sharp as when she was young. When she saw a tall man walking with a girl with a doll head, she quickly picked up the The sugar man solicits business.

"My lord, buy a candy figurine for your little lady! This candy is handmade, it's not too sweet in your mouth, you won't get fat after eating it, and you can eat it even if you lose weight." the sound of a word.

During the peak tourist season, the small town in the south of the Yangtze River advertises itself as "Immersive, Traveling Through the Ancient Times", and the residents here also learn a few words of the ancients to attract business.

Ran Dongling's attention was caught by the old grandma's words, which are not present and ancient. He stopped and explained to the old grandma, "Grandma, you misread the person, I am a boy."

boy?

The old grandma opened her cloudy eyes wide, looked at Ran Dongling carefully, and found that this girl looked a little like a boy.

"Oh, I misread the person. I'm sorry, sir, buy a sugar figurine for your little husband! This candy is handmade, not only for girls, but also for boys. I just If you admit the wrong person, I will give you a gift, if you buy a candy figurine, I will give you one for free."

Get one for free.

This condition is very tempting to Ran Dongling, and he hasn't eaten sugar figurines for a long time, so he wonders if the taste of modern sugar figurines is the same as that of ancient sugar figurines.

"Brother Qiuci, let's buy one!"

"Well, you pick one you like."

There are several sugar figurines inserted in the booth. The sugar figurines have patterns of humans and animals. Each pattern is different. Ran Dongling carefully selected a dragon flying through the clouds.

"Xiao Langjun has a good eye. This is the most popular one, and there is only one left." The old lady asked him to choose another one.

"Brother Qiu Ci, what pattern do you like?" Ran Dongling turned his head and asked Qiu Ci.

Qiu Ci doesn't like candy, and most of the candies bought by this candy man went into Ran Dongling's stomach, "I can't pick one out, obediently pick one out for me."

"Alright then." Ran Dongling turned his gaze back to the sugar figurine, and picked out a phoenix flying high.

One dragon and one phoenix are so lifelike.

"A sugar man 88, I won't lie to you, I'll just charge you one, just give me 88 yuan, I'm old, I don't understand what those young people say, I only accept cash." The old lady was full of expectations Looking at the hatred, I know that this is the one who pays.

Two sugar figurines only cost one, which is a good deal!

Ran Dongling held a candy figurine in each hand, waiting for Qiu Ci to pay.

They recorded the program this time, considering that there are many shops in the small town and they are related to the following tasks, the director did not confiscate their wallets and asked them to pay for what they wanted to buy in the small town.

Qiu Ci reached out his hand to fumble in the pockets of his jacket, the pockets on both sides were empty, he didn't find the pouch.

Then I felt in the trouser pockets, and the trouser pockets on both sides were also empty, and there was no trace of a purse.

"Brother Qiu Ci, hurry up, it's almost two o'clock, and we have to gather." Ran Dongling urged him.

The old lady and Ran Dongling were still waiting for him to pay, while the six bodyguards beside him were staring at him intently, and the residents of the small town beside him also came to join in the fun, looking at Qiu Ci.

The scene was a bit awkward. Qiu Ci was used to big scenes, so he didn't panic. He calmly unzipped the chain of his coat. If he remembered correctly, there was money in the interlayer pocket inside the coat.

Sure enough, as soon as he reached in, he touched two banknotes with a brand new feel.

Fortunately, he has money on him.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he took out the two banknotes.

Not the expected red, nor the blues and purples.

Qiu Ci looked at the two blue banknotes in his hand and fell into an endless silence.