"..."
Song Yunran was so angry that he almost wanted to ask which idiot locked the door.
Fortunately, before he could speak, the remaining rationality reminded him that the idiot is yourself.
Ah, the sinful right hand.
You are the one who likes the fan, you are the one who joined the group, and you are the one who locked Qin Ke and himself in the dark room.
He glared at the right hand hanging by his side, suspecting that it was no longer a part of his body, but an undercover agent arranged by those little girls on Weibo.
"Can it be opened from the outside?" Song Yunran asked with a glimmer of hope.
Qin Ke said: "Yes, they tried with the key in the morning."
That would be a good solution, Song Yunran felt relieved.
As a mature contemporary young man, he naturally took out his mobile phone and found Assistant Tang's number.
Just as he was about to press it, the last red line of the phone's battery was also declared to be cleared in front of his face.
Can it be better
Song Yunran was furious in his heart, his face remained expressionless for a while, then he turned his head and asked, "Is your mobile phone always available?"
Qin Ke was helpless: "I just finished shooting, and the phone is still with the assistant."
Song Yunran: "Then where is your assistant?"
It stands to reason that in such a situation where the door cannot be locked, the assistant should be guarding the outside to prevent idlers from entering and leaving.
But when he came over just now, he didn't see Assistant Qin Ke.
"Xiao Ke suddenly had a stomachache just now, so he went to the bathroom."
Qin Ke hung the changed shooting clothes on the display rack, paused for half a shot, and added, as if he just remembered, "I think it would be a detour for him to come from the bathroom, and it would take only a few minutes to change clothes. Just let him wait and go directly to the awning to meet up."
If this was normal, Song Yunran would definitely start to sneer.
As expected of the protagonist praised by everyone in the book, he is really thoughtful and considerate.
However, it was he himself who caused this absurd situation, so he didn't dare to speak, so he could only silently move to the corner and stand automatically as a punishment.
Qin Ke next to him tried to push the ventilation window on the wall, but unfortunately the ventilation window became rusty and mottled under the sun and rain. After thinking about it, he still didn't take the risk of injury to destroy it.
Anyway, the brand's clothing is still here, and it shouldn't be long before someone will come over.
Song Yunran saw his actions and felt a little guilty.
Qin Ke should have a good temper, and he hasn't expressed any intention of blaming him so far, or else he might as well give him the endorsement of that drink later.
However, the very next second when President Xiao Song had the idea of showing mercy.
Qin Ke wiped off the iron filings on his fingers with a tissue from the dressing table: "Have you considered it?"
Song Yunran: "Huh?"
Qin Ke looked at him: "What should you call me?"
Song Yunran: "..."
Forgot that there was still this matter waiting to be resolved, but at the critical moment, he suddenly remembered the classic speech of Mr. Song.
So he frowned and lowered his voice: "Who taught you to talk to the boss like this? It seems that Dad has indulged you too much recently."
Qin Ke pointed to the door and hinted: "It's not certain who indulges whom."
Song Yunran felt very guilty when he saw the locked door.
But he still stubbornly resisted and said: "Of course I indulged you! Otherwise, go out and ask, which artist dares to talk to the boss like this?"
Qin Ke smiled: "Well, but there is no boss who would lock himself and the artist in the locker room?"
Song Yunran really wanted to rush up and tear Qin Ke's mouth open.
He clearly locked a broken door accidentally, but after the other party explained it, it seemed that he did it on purpose.
Could it be...
His erroneous behavior was exactly what Qin Ke wanted? !
Song Yunran was shocked, and dully remembered the fact that Qin Ke liked him. Although He Ziyou objected to this, at this time he felt that the speech was not of reference value in terms of He Ziyou's IQ.
It's over.
This dressing room is so far away from the main filming location, no one will hear him even if he yells out his throat.
Thinking of this, Song Yunran didn't dare to go deeper into the conversation.
But he didn't want to admit cowardice, so he could only sternly say: "Your drink endorsement is gone."
After finishing speaking, he carefully picked up the small bench on the ground, pretending to be careful but actually being defensive.
It's okay, he comforted himself, holding on for a while.
So two people missing, someone must come to rescue them soon.
At the same time, under the awning a few hundred meters away.
Chen Jing asked in bewilderment: "Qin Ke changed his clothes, why hasn't he come back yet?"
Xiao Ke, who came back from the bathroom in the other direction, frowned tightly: "It's strange, it shouldn't be. He was almost finished changing when I left, will there be any delays?"
Assistant Tang, who was also looking for someone, held up his mobile phone and asked, "Has anyone seen Mr. Song?"
The nearby staff all turned their heads and said they didn't see it.
Assistant Tang couldn't help feeling extremely anxious.
The shooting location at this time was quite chaotic, and there were no familiar figures in the scenes of people coming and going.
Don't get lost, Assistant Tang looked at the poplar forest not far away, feeling more and more anxious.
Could it be that there are some wild animals coming and going in this wild place
Assistant Tang's poor geographical knowledge and rich imagination were intertwined, and most of his back was chilled.
"No! It's not good!"
He suddenly raised the volume, completely forgetting that the phone was in his hand, and shouted loudly, "Xiao Song may have encountered an accident!"
This voice finally attracted the staff who were farther away.
Chen Jing and Xiao Ke couldn't care about Qin Ke anymore, so they hurried over to ask what happened.
Assistant Tang has never been stared at by so many eyes at the same time in his life. He swallowed, and said nervously: "Ten minutes ago I saw Mr. Song sitting there playing games, but after I answered an email, he was gone." What's even more frightening is that even the mobile phone is turned off."
There was an uproar all around.
Several brand staff of Ningdong Group were struck by lightning.
No way, no way, just shoot an advertisement, and the prince of our group will be gone? !
How, how will I explain to Chairman Bai and Mr. Song when I go back this time!
Among the crowd, Chen Jing lived up to her name and acted calmly: "Everyone, don't panic, it's only ten minutes. How about this, I'll call the police first, and then you three will search everywhere."
As she was speaking, she was about to dial 110, when a hesitant voice finally sounded: "Huh? Mr. Song, he asked me where Qin Ke was just now, and I told him Qin Ke was in the locker room, so he went looking for him. "
Everyone: "..."
If I didn't say it earlier, we even figured out the format of social news headlines.
Chen Jing put away her phone speechlessly: "That's just right, Qin Ke also went to the locker room and didn't come back. Isn't there a problem with the door lock of the locker room? Maybe the two of them were accidentally locked inside, and the phone happened to be out of battery. The person with the key will go and pick them up."
Some reasoning in the middle of the truth successfully calmed everyone's emotions.
Assistant Tang heaved a sigh of relief, but in an instant, his eyes widened again: "No, you are not allowed to go!"
Everyone: "???"
Assistant Tang lied and said with a look of pain, "I remembered, Xiao Song always has something to talk to Qin Ke in private, so don't bother them."
"Uh..." someone asked, "how long are they going to talk?"
Assistant Tang was at a loss for words, and he had never gotten under someone's bed, so he didn't know how long it would take to do this kind of thing.
But he thought about it again, remembering that Song Yunran complained about being tired at home today because of his waist and back pain, and thinking that Mr. Song and Qin Ke are both young people with full of vigor, it is estimated that the time will not be too short.
So he pushed down the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a deep voice, "An hour."
Please, don't be so energetic, he prayed in his heart, otherwise I really can't hide this matter.
The person who asked the question just now looked embarrassed: "It's been so long, but our clothes are still inside."
"The clothes don't have long legs, so they can't run." Assistant Tang was very tired. "The others can go first. Please wait for another hour."
The other party was not very happy, but probably because of Song Yunran's identity, it was hard to say anything.
Assistant Tang also works part-time, so he understands the discomfort of being forced to work overtime.
He called Xiao Ke over and told him, "Check if there is food or drink nearby, and drive to buy something back."
Xiao Ke checked it when he was free in the afternoon: "There is a roast duck restaurant at the gas station three kilometers away, and there is also a milk tea shop. Do you want to buy them all?"
Assistant Tang nodded: "Buy, buy more. By the way, remember to develop/ticket, and look for financial reimbursement later."
"Is there anyone... someone to save us..."
Song Yunran desperately slapped the closed iron door, as if the living space had been squeezed to the limit.
Neither he nor Qin Ke had a mobile phone, and there was no clock in the locker room. Neither of them knew how long they had been locked up.
It could be minutes, it could be hours.
Anyway, it was hot and stuffy in the locker room, and besides Qin Ke who was "watching" him, Song Yunran felt that the flow of time had become extremely slow.
But at this moment, he couldn't care less about guarding against Qin Ke, who was also in trouble, and asked while knocking on the door: "You said, didn't they find that we were missing?"
Qin Ke said, "It shouldn't happen."
"Then why hasn't anyone come yet?" Song Yunran twitched the corner of his mouth aggrieved, "It's almost dark."
Qin Ke couldn't answer this question beyond common sense.
From the moment the door was locked, he deliberately observed the changes in the light in the room. If he guessed correctly, it should have only been about twenty minutes, not yet the time of despair.
He could somewhat understand why Song Yunran was so disturbed.
There was no electricity in this crude locker room. If there was any further delay, the two of them would have to wait for rescue in the dark.
Although the LED lights of the makeup mirror can be turned on with batteries, Song Yunran, who is afraid of ghosts, probably doesn't want to see such a scene in the underworld.
"Give way, I'll try kicking the door." Qin Ke said.
Song Yunran backed away when he heard the sound, and when Qin Ke was ready, he suddenly asked a question: "What if the lock is completely broken instead of being kicked open?"
Qin Ke: "..."
It's not impossible.
There is no village or shop behind this place, so I really don't know where to find the lockpicker.
He thought for a moment, and had no choice but to push aside the display rack full of clothes.
Song Yunran didn't know what he was going to do, so after thinking about it, he took the initiative to follow and pushed the other two display stands.
After making sure that the brand's clothes would not be soiled, Qin Ke reached out and said, "Give me your stool."
Song Yunran was at a loss: "What are you doing?"
"Smash the window." Qin Ke glanced at him, "You stay away, be careful not to get hurt."
The mobile room is so far away, Song Yunran can only hide behind the display rack.
But the moment Qin Ke raised his arm and was about to smash it, he jumped out and said, "Wait a minute!"
Qin Ke stopped his movements and looked over in puzzlement.
Song Yunran took off a few clothes, walked over and wrapped Qin Ke's hands with two cashmere scarves, and then put a coat with a hood on Qin Ke directly.
He fastened the buttons of the coat carefully one by one, and pulled the hat forward to cover Qin Ke's head. Then he looked up seriously, and after a few seconds, he smiled with satisfaction and said, "Well, to protect Qin Ke. Well done."
Qin Ke had a rare brain short-circuit: "They will take these clothes back."
"Don't you just lose money? I'll just go out."
Song Yunran glanced at him as if he was mentally retarded, "A few clothes are not as important as you."
The last few rays of the setting sun reflected in his eyes, dancing with fragments of light.
Qin Ke was slightly startled.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and suddenly he didn't know what to say.
The feeling of being tightly wrapped from head to toe was uncomfortable, and soon he felt that his body was hot as if it was about to burn, and even his breathing became heavy.
Song Yunran retreated back to the safe area, and at the same time, he did not forget to preach: "You are really serious. If you want to smash the window without any protective measures, you still have time to worry about me, and you are not afraid of being hurt."
Qin Ke was quiet for a moment before saying, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Song Yunran said, "This is what dad should do."
Qin Ke looked away and smiled softly.
After laughing, he stepped on the dressing table to stand firm, raised the stool and smashed it down hard.
There were loud bangs and debris splashed.
The rusty ventilation window couldn't resist such a heavy blow, and was soon completely scrapped under the violence.
Song Yunran covered his ears, and while his heart was pounding, he also diverted his thoughts, thinking that Qin Ke looked thin, but he didn't expect to be so strong.
But he quickly remembered the abs he accidentally saw when he first entered the locker room.
All right, no matter what happens in the future, remember that you can only outwit and not fight.
He definitely can't beat this cheap son.
Qin Ke carefully cleaned the window and measured the distance.
He and Song Yunran are not fat, so they should be able to get through.
"You wait inside."
Qin Ke threw away the stool, turned his face and said, "Let me try first, if I can get out, you should be fine."
Song Yunran looked at him eagerly: "Then be careful."
Qin Ke nodded, put his hands on the window sill, exerted a little force on his waist and abdomen, and climbed up without much effort.
He quickly got through the window frame and jumped outside: "Okay, come out."
The whole process didn't even take half a minute.
Song Yunran was dumbfounded. Ever since he was reborn, Qin Ke always broke his impression in unexpected places.
For example, this person can ride a motorcycle, or this person can turn over windows so neatly.
The son is so handsome, of course the father refuses to admit it.
Song Yunran followed suit, stepped on the dressing table, grabbed the window sill, kicked his feet on the wall a few times, and climbed onto the window sill smoothly.
It seems that there is nothing difficult.
He proudly curled the corners of his lips and looked down, dumbfounded.
The ventilation window should be at least two meters above the ground.
Song Yunran's face turned pale, and he asked, "Can this dance?"
Qin Ke raised his head: "It's only two meters, and ordinary people can do it."
"Why do I have no idea." Song Yunran shook his head again and again, retreating, "It's not like you don't know how unlucky I have been lately."
Ordinary people probably twist their feet at most when they jump down.
If he jumped, he might be paralyzed immediately!
Qin Ke thought for a while: "Or should I ask someone to come over and open the door?"
"..."
Song Yunran's damn competitive spirit began to stir again, and he didn't want to admit that he couldn't even compare to Qin Ke in such a small matter.
"Then, you catch me below." He said cautiously.
Qin Ke raised his eyebrows: "Yes, yes, but before that, have you figured out what to call me?"
Song Yunran broke down and roared: "What time is it! Do you really want me to call you dad that much?!"
"I'm not you. I don't have the hobby of being a father."
Qin Ke took two steps forward, opened his arms, and raised the corners of his lips in the night, "Why don't you call me brother."
Song Yunran was numb, could the relationship in this family be more chaotic.
The old policemen at the police station have never seen this scene.
He gritted his teeth bravely and jumped down.
Then he crashed into Qin Ke's arms.
Qin Ke hissed lightly, then smiled and said, "Look, I just said it's okay."
Song Yunran didn't speak, and tried to move his ankle first, and found that it was fine: "It means I dance well."
Qin Ke nodded: "Well, Mr. Song, who dances well, can he be called brother?"
"I didn't promise you again!" Song Yunran turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, pushed him away and replied confidently.
After speaking, he turned around and quickly fled the scene of the incident without looking back, not knowing why he was panicking.
Qin Ke smiled and followed behind him unhurriedly.
After returning to the previous place, the two stopped at the same time and exchanged puzzled looks with each other.
Under the awning, a group of people sat together happily.
Some toasted with milk tea, while others ate a delicious roast duck while whispering to each other. There were also people like Assistant Tang, who sat alone by the side, frowning and thinking.
But either way, it doesn't look like they're worried about how they look.
Song Yunran's young master's temper really came up this time.
He walked over with a blank face: "What are you doing?"
Assistant Tang raised his head when he heard the sound. In addition to being surprised, there was a trace of complaint in his eyes.
The sky was too dark, he failed to detect the anger on the boss's face, but took him aside: "Mr. Song, are you done?"
"...What are you doing?" Song Yunran asked impatiently, "Qin Ke and I have been locked in the locker room for a long time. It's fine if you don't come to open the door. Are you still having a picnic here?!"
Assistant Tang was startled: "You, aren't you there with Qin Ke?"
Song Yunran became even more angry: "What is that?"
At this time, Assistant Tang had vaguely realized that he might have made a misjudgment.
He looked at Song Yunran hesitantly, his face turned red and then white, and it was very exciting for a while.
In the relatively wordless silence, Song Yunran suddenly realized.
He finally managed to connect with Assistant Tang's brain circuit, and his pupils trembled wildly after he realized it.
"You think Qin Ke and I are..." he asked in disbelief, "fooling around in the locker room?"
Assistant Tang nodded in shame.
"..."
It's outrageous.
Song Yunran was completely shocked by this unexpected development, and his anger disappeared.
After a long time, he patted Assistant Tang on the shoulder and said sincerely, "If you're really free, sign up for a training class to improve yourself."
Don't live like a drug addict every day.
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