If you don’t act well, you will go home and have a baby [Rebirth]

It has been almost two months since the end of "The Seventh Man", and more than half a month since the end of "Zhengming", and the previous madness has almost slowly settled down, but even so, Song Qinghan is still loved by many people. Keep it in mind.

Most of what Song Qinghan attracts are not pure fans, but "passers-by".

This is actually a good thing for an actor.

Actors are different from idols. Idols should be perfect and exist to satisfy fans’ fantasies, so they can’t do anything wrong. Their existence is for fans. Relatively, fans’ fanaticism for idols is far more than fanaticism for an actor.And actors need fans, but what they need more is passerby. What is passerby?That is, "passers-by" may not pay attention to you, but when you have any new works released, they will be willing to take out the money in their hands for you and step into the gate of the theater.

This is the appeal of an actor and what capitalists want to see.

It was also because of this that Zhang Ying sent Song Qinghan the script of "The Town of Mountains and Rivers".

Speaking of Zhang Ying, in the circle of directors, he is one of the top batch. Even if Han Yi stood in front of him, he could only convincingly call him a teacher, which caused Song Qinghan to accept the script he sent. At that time, I almost couldn't believe it.

Song Qinghan knew about the drama "Zhen Shanhe". Unlike "The Seventh Man", "Zhen Shanhe" itself took a high-end route, and Zhang Ying himself had his own connections, and it was promoted to overseas releases shortly after it was released. Therefore, although its domestic box office is not as good as "The Seventh Man", it has opened up its popularity abroad.

It can be said that if he can catch the giant ship of "The Town of Mountains and Rivers", it will be very beneficial for Song Qinghan to take the international route in the future.

It's just... There was a little tiredness between Chen An's brows and eyes: "Zhang Ying's status is there. This time he sent the script, but the role scheduled for you...is the male fourth."

Song Qinghan frowned slightly, and lowered his head to read the script briefly again. In the thin script, the male fourth plays less than one-tenth of the scenes, and the characters are even less brilliant.

In the last life, "Zhen Shanhe" was indeed popular, but the popularity of the drama does not mean that all the people in it are popular. The characters in the male fourth are not brilliant, and more people feel a heinous crime. So much so that in the end, the people in the same crew as him almost ascended to the top, but he was still walking on the spot, the path of the play became narrower and narrower, and finally fell silent.

If Song Qinghan's goal is to become more popular, then it is not a good choice to accept this script.Because in this script, it is very difficult and unpleasant to play the male fourth character well.

It's just that Song Qinghan really wanted to be popular, but he wanted to experience what it's like to play with real movie kings and queens under the leadership of a great director.

Originally, based on his current status, even if he had "The Seventh Man" leading the box office and "Contesting" leading the ratings, it would be difficult to get a role in Zhang Ying's movie, but Zhang Ying himself is not too rigid. After watching Song Qinghan's performance, he felt that he was quite aura, so he sent the script.

"This script... I'll take it." Song Qinghan thought about it, then nodded towards Chen An, "This is an opportunity."

Song Qinghan is different from the actor who played the male fourth in the previous life. He is still young, and he has acted in the hit "The Seventh Man", so he still has the confidence.

Since he has the confidence, why doesn't he go for it?

The character design of the male fourth is not very pleasing, but it is not pleasing at all, is it?

Hearing this, Chen An also breathed a sigh of relief.In his heart, he also hoped that Song Qinghan would take over the script.

Song Qinghan is an actor, sooner or later he will have to challenge various roles, whether it is beauty or ugliness, good or evil, he has to try to interpret that he can't and shouldn't, he is only trapped in the positive, Or among the cute characters.

There are very few opportunities to cooperate with Zhang Ying. Zhang Ying is a director who rarely makes shots, but every time he makes a shot, his films will be greatly improved in a certain aspect.Zhang Ying is not young anymore, and he doesn't know how many more movies there will be in the future. Chen An doesn't expect Song Qinghan to get any good roles in it this time. He just hopes that he can seize this opportunity and leave a good impression on Zhang Ying. , By the way, expand overseas markets.

"Okay, then I'll call Director Zhang right now." Chen An left the script for Song Qinghan, checked the time, and left in a hurry.

The casting of "Zhen Shanhe" is still going on vigorously, except for a few leading actors who have already been fixed, the newly selected supporting roles are not too different from Song Qinghan's memory.

After everything is settled, the Spring Festival is almost approaching.And Zhang Ying didn't want to spend a good Spring Festival and trap him in the studio to work hard, so he set the start time for the day after the Lantern Festival.

That is the sixteenth day of the first lunar month.

During this period of time, even though Chen An had consciously selected Song Qinghan carefully, Song Qinghan still became a little busy.

But it's better to be busy than not busy.When an actor or entertainer's status is not high enough, he is not qualified to rest during the New Year's Eve. Those who can be free during the New Year's Eve are either big bosses, or they are already so confused that no one knows.

It's just that when Song Qinghan gets busy, it's inevitable that he can't take care of Chu Ming.

President Chu, who hadn't seen Song Qinghan for the first two, three or four days, looked stern, and the air pressure in his body was so low that Wei Qian felt a little shivering standing beside him.

Even though the heating is fully turned on, why does it still feel a little cold?He secretly glanced at the Great Demon King, silently and silently reduced his sense of existence to the lowest value.

Chu Ming took a cold look at the assistant who wished to turn himself into a mushroom in the corner, raised his hand and signed the document in front of him, then stood up and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

When Song Qinghan returned to the apartment, he saw President Chu wearing a suit and leather shoes, sitting upright on the sofa.

"Hanhan..." President Chu was born well, his eyes looked deep and majestic when he was serious, but when he was sitting quietly like this, with the light shining on his head and reflecting into his eyes, he looked like that again. Appears gentle and affectionate.

He looked at Song Qinghan quietly, then stood up, walked over to take the overcoat that was still cold in Song Qinghan's hand, put it aside, held Song Qinghan's hand to warm it up, and all the little thoughts before were dispelled. He just frowned, and asked with some distress, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Song Qinghan didn't expect Chu Ming to appear here, and he let him hold his hand and put it in his palm. The warm air came from Chu Ming's hand, and his numb fingers seemed to be rejuvenated. .

He pursed his lips, but his eyes couldn't help but shine brightly.

Seeing him standing motionless, Chu Ming frowned, and pulled Song Qinghan onto the sofa while holding his hand, then rolled up the sleeves of his suit, and quickly went to the bathroom to pick up a basin of hot water. water come.

"Hand, take it here and soak it." Chu Ming tested the temperature of Song Qinghan's hand, and after feeling that it was not so cold, he carefully put his hand into the hot water, and the undulating water surface wet him accidentally. Dropped sleeves.

Song Qinghan let him fiddle with it until his hands were slightly reddish, then Chu Ming asked him to take out his hands and wipe them with the dry towel he had prepared earlier.

While doing these things, Chu Ming's face was stinky, and he remained silent with a cold face.

Song Qinghan withdrew his hand and rubbed it, the previous coldness had all melted away, leaving only the warmth that reached his heart.

"I was wrong." Song Qinghan shrank his hands, sat upright, and admitted his mistake obediently with blinking eyes.

Chu Ming: "..."

He rolled up his sleeves, the wet and sticky sleeves were still frighteningly cold even in a well-heated room.Song Qinghan's gaze paused on his sleeve, then raised his head, and said seriously: "I will definitely remember to wear gloves next time."

Chu Ming had already told him to wear gloves several times at the beginning of winter.Song Qinghan's physique itself is not very good, and his hands are prone to cold and cold in winter, and he will get frostbite if he is not careful, but Song Qinghan has a lot of work recently, and Lin Chan is a newcomer, so it is inevitable that sometimes he will take care Who knew that Chu Ming would have caught him just once or twice like this.

"Oh." Chu Ming responded lightly, and poured out the basin of cold water with a cold face. When he came back, he had already taken off his wet suit.

Song Qinghan: "..."

What should I do if my boyfriend is having a fight? I'm very anxious to wait online.

He sighed, stood up and supported Chu Ming's arm, looked into his eyes and said seriously, "I really know I was wrong."

Chu Ming's Adam's apple twitched, but his face remained unchanged.

Song Qinghan hesitated for a moment, then slowly leaned his head on his shoulder, and whispered, "Mr. Chu, I was wrong."

If the Mr. Chu that Song Qinghan said before was polite and alienated, then Mr. Chu this time has a kind of coquettish meaning in it.

The quality of Song Qinghan's voice was cold, and he seemed to have a feeling of icy jade when he spoke. Combined with the coquettish meaning in his words, there was an inexplicable unconscious temptation, which immediately made Chu Ming's His face couldn't hold back.

His breathing sank slightly, Song Qinghan was still immersed in the bewilderment that he was acting like a baby just now, and he couldn't immediately hear the change in him.

Song Qinghan had never been coquettish with anyone.Even when he was with Ye Yi before, he and Ye Yi only occasionally held hands, not even a kiss.

He has always been restrained, indifferent, gentle and shy in front of others, and he can play various characters in the play, but in his bones, he is still not used to facing too hot emotions.

Being with Chu Ming was an accident.Now the surprise is getting bigger and bigger.

He recalled what happened after being with Chu Ming, and when Chu Ming slowly lifted his head up, there was still a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Chu Ming's eyes became darker and darker. He lowered his head and kissed Song Qinghan's forehead, then sighed suddenly, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Hanhan..."

The ending is deep and provocative.

Song Qinghan came back to his senses all of a sudden, but he didn't know that when he was about to push Chu Ming away, his hand stopped suddenly.

But this little struggle was still noticed by Chu Ming, he loosened the shackles on Song Qinghan with some regret and frowned and said, "I'm sorry Hanhan, I just..."

Song Qinghan shook his head: "It's okay."

He smiled at Chu Ming, his eyes were filled with a warm yellow light, as if they were filled with the stars and the cool moon in the sky: "Aren't we boyfriends?"

Chu Ming was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile and opened his eyebrows: "Yes, Han Han is right."

Song Qinghan saw that he was smiling like the Erha raised by the family next door, couldn't help but reached out and patted his shoulder, followed this posture and raised his head to kiss his chin: "I won't forget to wear gloves next time. "

The big dog Chu was smoothed instantly.

Song Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief.

The boyfriend's quarrel was finally solved perfectly. Song Qinghan touched the sleeve of Chu Ming's shirt and found that it was wet and chilly, and felt helpless.

He went to the room to find a shirt that he had bought too big, and then calmly said to Chu Ming, "Change it."

Chu Ming obediently took Song Qinghan's clothes to change into.

Song Qinghan's figure is actually considered standard, but compared to Chu Ming, he still looks a little thinner. Even if he buys a shirt that is too big, it still looks a little tight on Chu Ming.

As soon as Chu Ming came out of the bathroom, Song Qinghan glanced at it, then couldn't help but look away.

"Hanhan?" Chu Ming rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and the slightly tight feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's okay." Song Qinghan shook his head and suddenly remembered, "Why are you here today?"

Today is the 23rd day of the lunar calendar. Although Xiaonian cannot be compared with New Year's Eve, it is also a time for family reunion. If Chu Ming comes here at this time, what will the Chu family think?

"It's okay," Chu Ming knew what he was worried about, and replied calmly, "I told them that I want to spend the day with their son's boyfriend today."

Song Qinghan: "..."

Looking at Chu Ming with a calm expression, he felt that all kinds of words were blocked in his mouth, and finally turned into a helpless and gentle sigh: "Then I will tidy up the guest room later, and you can sleep here tonight."

Chu Ming's eyes lit up, and he nodded solemnly.

Fortunately, Song Qinghan has almost finished his work recently, and he will be relatively free for the rest of the time. Otherwise, if he doesn't come back today, Chu Ming will be sitting alone on the sofa in the living room...I always feel a little desolate.

He simply tidied up the guest room, took out the quilt and dried it, then went to the kitchen and casually ordered two bowls of noodles, and had a simple "New Year's meal" with Chu Ming face to face.

After eating, Chu Ming habitually picked up the bowl to wash, while Song Qinghan picked up the clothes to take a bath.

They seemed to have lived together for a long time, and there was a tacit understanding in many small details that Song Qinghan didn't even know about.

A good night's sleep.

On New Year's Eve, even the community where Song Qinghan lives has a bit of a new year flavor. When going out, everyone in the community is filled with joy, which makes Song Qinghan feel a little lonely alone. Xixi.

"Young man, why don't you go home for the New Year this year?" When Song Qinghan went out to buy some daily necessities, an old woman downstairs sat by the door and looked at him, her cloudy eyes were full of love and confusion, "This young man Ah, I still have to go home and have a look..."

Song Qinghan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he helped the hat on his head. The warm air came from the gloves on his hands, and it went all the way to his chilling heart: "I don't have a home."

The old lady nodded dully: "Oh...then come to our house!"

She smiled like a child getting a toy, and it could be seen that the family took good care of her.

Song Qinghan smiled, shook his head and declined politely: "No, thank you."

Lin Chan had already returned home, and Chen An also had his own family. Song Qinghan walked on the deserted street, turned a corner, and went to the supermarket to buy some cooked food, rice, meat, and vegetables. Gave him a little Chinese knot: "Happy New Year's Eve!"

Song Qinghan was taken aback for a moment, then reached out to take the Chinese knot in her hand, and nodded, "Happy New Year's Eve."

The cashier girl looked at his leaving figure, and always felt that this handsome guy wearing a hat and mask was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't figure out where the familiarity was, so she suppressed her doubts and thought about buying something to go home after get off work tonight. Which TV show should I watch...

The new year is coming.

Song Qinghan cooked a few dishes by himself, picked and ate a New Year's Eve dinner, and then turned on the TV series. The noisy and lively sound instantly filled the quiet house.

"Welcome to Banana Channel, I wish you all a Happy New Year..." Hua Yue and Feng Ting were still chatting with everyone with cheerful smiles.

Song Qinghan sat quietly on the sofa, watching the TV in his eyes, frame after frame of colorful pictures flickered in his pupils.

The programs appeared on the screen one by one, and then ended slowly. Brilliant fireworks rose in the sky outside, contrasting with the dark sky.

"The countdown begins—"

"Ten, nine, eight..."

"Click." Song Qinghan suddenly came back to his senses, with a rare look of surprise in his eyes.

"Three, two, one—"

"Chirp-boom!"

"Hanhan, Happy New Year." Chu Ming pushed open the door, and the voice rang out along with the countdown on the TV, intertwined with the sound of fireworks exploding outside, and lingered in Song Qinghan's ears.

"...Happy New Year." Song Qinghan replied blankly.

Chu Ming turned around and closed the door, took off his overcoat and hung it on a clothes rack beside him, then walked quickly to Song Qinghan, took out a big crumpled red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into Song Qinghan's hand : "New year's money for you."

Song Qinghan came back to his senses in a trance, looked at the big red envelope in his hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "But I'm already an adult..."

"Can't you give lucky money when you're an adult?" Chu Ming asked with a straight face.

Song Qinghan: "..."

"Take it and put it under the pillow."

Song Qinghan finally knew that sometimes when a man becomes childish... it always makes people feel soft-hearted.

According to Chu Ming's request, he put the big red envelope under his pillow, and took out a pair of plush slippers from the cabinet: "I bought it for you, see if it fits."

Chu Ming obediently put on the plush slippers, which were just the right size.

"Have you eaten yet? Why is it this time?" Song Qinghan went to the bathroom to twist a hot towel for him, and asked with a frown.

Chu Ming let Song Qinghan wipe his face with a towel, and replied in a muffled voice: "Eat... I'm afraid you'll be bored..."

"Didn't uncle and aunt say anything?" Song Qinghan didn't want Chu Ming to cause any unhappiness for himself and his family because it was the day of family reunion.

"No." Seeing Song Qinghan's frown, Chu Ming stretched out his hand to hold his arm, "Well...they asked me to bring you some lucky money."

"They also asked me to ask you if you can celebrate the New Year with us next year." Chu Ming took off the towel from his face, looked deeply at Song Qinghan, and his eyes flickered.

Song Qinghan paused, touched Chu Ming's slightly damp hair: "Okay."

Song Qinghan pursed his lips and said with a light smile, "But that depends on whether Chen An will arrange a job for me at this time next year."

Chu Ming's eyes lit up instantly.

Looking at him like this, Song Qinghan couldn't help showing a touch of warmth in his eyes.

There seemed to be a little more popularity in the house with one more person. Song Qinghan applied a hot towel to Chu Ming's face, felt his skin was cold, and sent him to take a bath.

There are still lively programs on TV, and people all over the country seem to be celebrating the arrival of the new year, and everyone's face is full of anticipation and hope for the new year.

Song Qinghan stood in the guest room, took out the quilt that had been put away not long ago and shook it off, with a faint smile on his face that he didn't even notice.

When Chu Ming came out of the shower, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

Song Qinghan is a person who is used to staying up late for filming. Sometimes it is not uncommon to shoot until three or four in the morning when the sense of drama is not enough or when the partner loses the chain; Chu Ming also tried to stay up late to correct documents when he was dealing with official business. regular people.They sat together in the living room tacitly. Song Qinghan took some candies, melon seeds and fruits that he bought casually before and put them on the coffee table. Holding a small hammer in his hand, he knocked open a dried fruit from time to time and took out the fruit inside. Ren, eat one for himself and give another to Chu Ming.

It's just that according to folk customs, people have to get up early on the first day of the new year, so after eating all the dried fruits on the table, they each wash up and go to bed.

"Good night." Song Qinghan stood at the door of the guest room, walked over and hugged Chu Ming, "Everything goes well in the New Year."

"May all go well with you."

The author has something to say: Chu; the young master of flirting; Ming: The me today is no longer the me of yesterday, I am a CEO with a story!

Han Han: ... (The boyfriend I am looking for is a domineering president who is usually very reliable but occasionally very childish, what should I do!)