Sao Nian, draw your knife!

Zhou Dang posted two warm baby stickers and walked back and forth to keep warm while copying his hands. The words of frozen bones in spring and frozen meat in autumn are true. The early spring wind blows through the body and penetrates the meat straight into the bones, making the heart cold.

Tuobacheng and Chaojin were standing in front of the green set and lashing out at Fang Qiu, while the brother next to him dedicatedly carried a blower on their backs and blew it straight at their faces.

Zhou Dang tightened his down jacket, and the blower was blowing towards him, and he might die.

"Brother Zhou, give you hot water."

Zhou Dang scratched his finger and was not willing to stretch his hand out of his sleeve, "Put it aside."

"It's the first time I've seen a man so afraid of the cold." Huang Mao was wearing skinny trousers and peas shoes with a rather long ankle exposed. Zhou Dang silently gave him a thumbs up in his heart and did not refute him for the first time.

Old and old, he really can't compare with young and young. If it wasn't for the photogenic effect, he would never wear nine pairs of cotton trousers if he could wear ten pairs.

Ankle?nonexistent.

When the little yellow-haired seven-year-old and eighty-year-old clapped his legs and screamed "Awow", Zhou Dang must show him a square dance with a fan.

"Brother~ Is it cold?"

Chao Jin put on a padded jacket and threw himself on Zhou Dang's back. Last night he called his best friend in frustration. The best friend said that his personality is not suitable for pretending to be cool, handsome and domineering president, but he is sticking to the little milk dog route. Still no problem.

Although he was confused by the word "little milk dog", but as a senior dog-headed military advisor, his best friend would definitely not lie to him.

One word is sticky, and another word is entanglement. Good men and women are afraid of being entangled by men, but my best friend can't imagine that Zhou Dang is not an ordinary person.

"My old waist, come down."

"I don't," not only did not get down, but the two legs were dexterously bent over automatically.

Grabbing Chaojin's right shoulder with one hand, breaking Chaojin's thigh with the other and throwing him over his shoulder to the ground. Before landing, Zhou Dang stretched out his foot to pad Chaojin's butt so that he would not land straight.

"Brother, you threw me?" Zhao Jin took Zhou Dang's hand in a daze, with tears in his eyes and grievances in his eyes, why don't you just recite it, as for being so exciting?Isn't this bullying that he can't fight? !

"If you pounce on me again, I'll..." Zhou Dang pulled his foot out and crushed the ground a few times with his toe.

In the past, he and Chaojin hooked up shoulder to shoulder, and he was open-minded in his heart, so he did it. Now that the vinegar vat at home is max, it is necessary to draw a clear line. If you don't know clearly, it will cause trouble for each other. He and Mingzi reconciled , Every step is like walking on thin ice, and I am afraid in my heart that I will be separated again.

Afraid of repeating the same mistakes, if a person can stay in the dark for a long time, as long as he has never seen the light, if he has seen the light, he would rather die than go back.

"What are you two doing? Audition in advance?"

Seeing the female second in the play come over curiously, Chao Jin stood up with Zhou Dang's hand.

"Ahem yes, after all, I'm going to wrestle."

"Come on, Brother Zhou, Brother Chao, let's wrestle your wrists."

I heard that some people are too involved in the play, and after the filming is finished, they are obsessed with the characters and cannot get out of the plot.

Liu Chu probably tried to force himself into the play because playing the children of the prairie was too inconsistent with her daily life. In the past few days, she has been looking for someone to wrestle her wrists every day to compare her strength.

"Come."

Zhou Dang also became interested and occupied a table with Liu Chu, holding his right hand with Liu Chu.

Liu Chu's tactics have always been to use half of his strength to stabilize the opponent, and then suddenly use his strength to restrain the enemy with one move.This trick has been tried and tested.

This time he wrestled with Zhou Dang and kicked the iron board.

Zhou Dang's hand didn't move after the sudden exertion, and he looked at her with a smile. Liu Chu pressed his left hand on the table until his fingertips turned red.

"Admit defeat, admit defeat, Brother Zhou, I will admit defeat."

Zhou Dang let go of his hand cheerfully, and patted Chao Jin, "Come on."

Chao Jin rolled up the sleeves of his coat and waved at Liu Chu, "Come on, little Chu, I'll treat you to dinner at noon."

"For food!"

For Brother Zhou!

The two competed and fell into a fierce tug-of-war.

Liu Chu was concerned about eating, while Chao Jin was concerned about face and was afraid of losing face in front of Zhou Dang again. The stalemate lasted for seven or eight minutes, and Chao Jin managed to win with a blushing face.

"Hahaha, let's give in."

Zhao Jin couldn't hide her complacency, and she just drifted away on her toes, "Brother, you don't have to ask me to wrestle you in the afternoon."

"..." Zhou Dang smiled lightly to show his friendliness.

Just pretend what you say is true.

"Brother, let's have lunch together, chicken pot~"

"Ah."

Liu Chuzheng pulled Zou Meng to wrestle his wrists and won easily. Zou Meng applauded obediently, and Liu Chu happily went to find the next one.

"Brother Zhou, what do you have for lunch? If you don't eat box lunch, I will secretly tell you that there is a super super super delicious hot dry noodle nearby! I will help you order takeaway."

Sure enough, there is a family of foodies in the world, and they ask three times a day: what to eat?When to eat?What about the next meal?

"Cute."

"What? Are you sure?"

"...How does the Man Han Banquet taste?"

Zou Meng smacked her lips and commented objectively: "The amount of noodles is too small, the sauce is too salty, flashy, and has a superficial appearance. It is not as good as the hot dry noodles next door. The amount is enough and the taste is amazing."

"..." Steady as a little assistant.

"Oh, Huo Qifang came to visit the class."

Zhou Dang asked doubtfully, "A cameo?"

"Theoretically, there isn't, but isn't there a rumor on the Internet that the male lead of "For War" is Qi Fang? The two groups of fans pinched wave after wave, and they all pinpointed the company, so they visited the set to show their friendship and make a guest appearance. "

"Oh……"

"Brother, Qi Fang is really annoying."

"Why do you say that?" In fact, he doesn't hate Qi Fang himself, people make thousands of decisions, although they are self-interested but not harmful to others, there is nothing to criticize.

"Anyone who is not blind can see that "One Week Tui Tui Tui" was posted on you in a hurry, but as soon as the cp fans came out, the only fans bullied your fans to control your Weibo comments and scolded you for posting. Don’t dare to stand up and say a word, don’t let me find a chance, or beat this grandson to death.”

"Chao Xiaojin, it's right to keep quiet about some things, don't you see me and don't say anything."

"But if my fans scolded my friends, I should stand up. Anyway, I think so."

"And since then, you have never posted your daily routine on Weibo..."

"You're right, you're right, grow up quickly." Zhou Dang didn't think there was anything wrong with Qi Fang's unexplained behavior. The cp feeling was something made up by fans. Zhou Dang's fans don't explain that neither side has anything to blame him for.

But he also likes Chao Jin's simplicity, he doesn't need to think about whether this person's words have a second meaning, and he doesn't need to specify whether or not.

"Zhou Dang."

Ah, Cao Cao / Hello Cao Cao Goodbye, I choose godie to ascend to heaven!

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Irresponsible Little Theater

The Wannian exposed ankle family said that the behavior of Zhou Dang is easy to be beaten to the point where he can't take care of himself... orz