I Heard You Like Me Too

Qin Zhan put on Qi Yan's coat, which was a little too big, but it gave off a youthful look on him.

Qi Yan stared at him for a long while, then moved his eyes away, hid the redness of his ears, took the notebook and turned over hard to cover up his pounding heartbeat.

It's okay, he's in no hurry.

Qi Yan was thinking secretly, rubbing the corner of the book with his fingertips over and over again.

No matter what Qin Zhan hid from him, and no matter what concerns Qin Zhan had, he would let Qin Zhan speak out on his own initiative bit by bit.

Probably something is about to happen, ever since Qin Zhan reunited with him, he always has this feeling.

Correspondingly, the number of recalls of past memories is also increasing.

The two maintained a delicate and balanced relationship well into December.

The mysterious person Qin Zhan had been worried about never appeared, and over time, he accepted the result of living with Qi Yan.

Since the unsuccessful confession, Xiaolingdang has almost zero communication with Qin Zhan. Except for the occasions when acting must be present at the same time, as long as Qin Zhan is there at other times, Xiaolingdang will leave immediately.

After Qin Zhan finished filming the last advertisement, he received an invitation letter from Heicheng.

The birthday party organized by Heicheng officials for Qi Yan was not only attended by bigwigs from the entertainment industry, but also bigwigs from other circles.

The birthday party starts at [-]:[-] p.m. on the twelfth floor of Heicheng, the largest auditorium.

It was only 06:30, and the inside was already crowded with celebrities from all walks of life coming and going, chatting and laughing, forming small circles one after another.

"I heard that not only a bunch of bosses came this time, but even that Qin Zhan came to the scene?"

"After all, he has a backer. Didn't you see that Gu Da and Qi Da are praising him? And there is a gold medal agent by his side, who paved the way with the best resources along the way."

"Also, the actor's score in the first film is still high at [-] despite the low score of retaliation. I have seen his works, and they are really good."

"However, Qi Da still doesn't seem to have made much progress in this work. It feels like he's acting in the same way?"

"So what? Is it enough to act well?"

"..."

The noisy human voices were intertwined like a net, Qin Zhan followed Qi Yan into the exclusive passage, and inevitably heard a lot.

Qi Yan smiled normally, but the fingers on his side were inadvertently curled into fists.

The two went all the way to the lounge, and the staff stepped forward to explain to Qin Zhan when to appear, and what to say and what not to say, Qi Yan walked into the bathroom with a decent but not distracted smile.

The entertainment industry doesn't wait for a star to grow slowly, even Qi Yan is no exception.

Moreover, such remarks have been made more than once. When everyone watches it again, they will subconsciously compare his performance with the past, and then come to the statement that "Qi Yan has not improved".

So what about the film king, what about the great master, although they will not fall off the clouds immediately, but bit by bit, like the pain of ants gnawing, it is the most difficult and unwilling.

Qi Yan felt a tightness in his chest, so he loosened his tie and took a deep breath.He walked to the sink, splashed water on his face to calm down, but felt that it was not enough, and went back and forth many times before he suddenly came back to his senses.

He looked at himself in the mirror, with drops of water on his face, as if he had stepped into the entertainment industry for the first time, and because he couldn't perform a rain scene well, he came home and started over again with self-abuse.

He held his lips, letting go of all his thoughts.

When he returned to the lounge, Qin Zhan sat aside and looked at the list of personnel. The makeup artist stepped forward to touch up his makeup. Seeing his wet hair, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Qi Da, why is your hair wet? ?”

Qin Zhan got up from the chair abruptly, with a nervous face.

Qi Yan glanced at Qin Zhan reflected in the mirror, his face was still calm: "It's okay, I just went to wash my face."

The make-up artist didn't say anything, and started to dry his wet hair, and re-sprayed it to fix the hairstyle.

The birthday party started, the host came on stage, and the invited celebrities and bosses sent blessings and gifts one by one. After a few well-connected traffic stars danced and sang, Qin Zhan and Qi Yan came forward together from the backstage.

Qi Yan didn't have much to say, and the whole scene went through like a machine, with a smile floating on the surface.

Qin Zhan glanced worriedly from the corner of his eye, and was captured by the camera, but interpreted as the eyes of a fan looking at an idol.

After stepping down, I saw p without accident.

She glanced over faintly, glanced at Qi Yan, and half-disgustedly said: "Why do you look like the whole world owes you 500 million today?"

Qi Yan subconsciously said: "If there are 500 million in the whole world, then 500 million is worthless."

P nodded seriously: "It's like acting, if all the routines are the same, no one will like this routine."

Qi Yan paused.

After a while, the voice seemed to come out of his throat: "I'm changing."

When Qin Zhan had never seen these two people having a serious conversation, when he saw it for the first time, he suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression.

p sighed: "You weren't like this before, but you've been doing too many routines, and you've gradually lost your way. People get old quickly, and so do the freshness."

She took a sip of the red wine and lowered her voice as if whispering: "Either settle down and wait for the opportunity, or change yourself quickly."

Qi Yan was speechless, the light yellow light cut obliquely to his face, outlining the deep facial features, and the shadow cast by the eyelashes on the face was also particularly dull.

Qin Zhan wanted to say something, but couldn't speak.

The host didn't know what to say, and the lights in the audience were dimmed.

With a faint smile, P raised his chin: "Look at the paper you handed in. The standard answer is good, but unfortunately, I personally like to play cards without common sense."

The voice faded away at the last word, and P turned and left after speaking.

The screen on the stage I just stood on was opened, and the light music appeared with the edited video.

From five years ago until now, the young Qi Yan, the mature Qi Yan, the Qi Yan who worked hard in the sideshow, and the Qi Yan who fell asleep on the set, every frame and every second, Qin Zhan never participated in it. Life.

Qin Zhan choked up subconsciously.

He raised his head, his eyes fell on Qi Yan's slightly reddened eyes.

Qin Zhan's voice was small, but he was sure it could reach Qi Yan's ears: "Do you need my comfort?"

Qi Yan's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't move.

He mustered up his courage again and wanted to speak louder.

In the next second, Qi Yan raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head and lowered his voice in displeasure.

"I'm a little embarrassed by your behavior."

Qin Zhan blinked slowly.

Qi Yan's heart seemed to be swept by a feather, and he threatened him more fiercely than before: "Do you believe that I threw you out?"

Qin Zhan suddenly opened his eyes wide.