Qin Ke probably knew the answer after watching the video.
This is the CP name of him and Song Yunran.
As Chen Jing said, they stayed there for as long as the video played.
The cameraman's angle was very suitable, and he clearly captured the various facial expressions of the two people. It is obvious that this is a plot that was reconciled after a small dispute without imagining it.
Qin Ke turned off the video, and re-watched it a few seconds later. After repeating this several times, the doubts in his heart became deeper than before.
He remembered what he said to coax Song Yunran when he found out that he was angry.
But what he didn't know was that his expression at that time was simply unprecedentedly gentle.
It's no wonder that this video, which has only a few thousand views, made the usually calm manager call to remind him.
The video went back to the part where Song Yunran was going crazy with anger.
Qin Ke lowered his head, the indifference in his eyes gradually faded away, and the corners of his lips raised silently.
Assistant Xiao Ke stood by, not daring to vent his breath.
Although he didn't hear what Chen Jing said on the other end of the phone, he could more or less guess the outline of the matter based on Qin Ke's answer and subsequent actions.
What surprised him was the smile on Qin Ke's face after watching the video.
It seemed that the ice and snow that had accumulated for a long time finally showed signs of melting at this moment. The sunset glow and sunset fell in Qin Ke's eyes, and he actually saw a little warmth and comfort.
Xiao Ke stared at Qin Ke's face closely, and wanted to get a little more insight, when he saw him raise his eyes and ask, "You and Xiao Song always say I'm in a bad mood?"
"... just mentioned a few words," Xiao Ke replied, "I'm not complaining."
Qin Ke returned to his usual state, and said softly, "Well, thank you."
"?!"
Xiao Ke cheered up, meaning that I did the right thing
Immediately afterwards, Qin Ke added: "But don't make claims in the future, especially don't talk too much in front of Mr. Song."
Xiao Ke asked humbly: "Because he is the president, I call it a leapfrog report?"
"No. I'm afraid he's thinking too much and won't be able to sleep well at night."
After Qin Ke finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, and saved the video in his mobile phone expressionlessly.
Xiao Ke: "..."
Late at night, Yan City.
Song Yunran was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
He sighed, got up and turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed and took the mobile phone that was charging on the table, and couldn't help logging into the Weibo account.
Originally, he had already had dinner today, but he had already been appeased by his aunt with her superb cooking skills.
After the meal, He Ziyou sent him a video of a cute kitten. Song Yunran upheld the idea of reciprocity, and went to Weibo to find a video of a cute puppy that had been forwarded a while ago and sent it back.
After the two expressed their love for the little furry animals, he stayed on the trumpet for a while and reposted a few cute content on the homepage.
Who would have known that he ran away from ice cream that summer, so he went straight to his comment: [Little Eleven, stop sucking cats! Come eat sugar, super sweet!]
At that time, Song Yunran didn't take it seriously, thinking that based on the level of this group of people, maybe it was found that the student number when he was studying was multiplied by Qin Ke's student number, which was also a 520-level candy.
As it turned out, he was still too young.
When he clicked on the Weibo group, he was shocked to find that there were fifty people in the CP group!
In the past few days when he was busy with his career, the number of people who were addicted to dizzy fans increased exponentially, which was really beyond Song Yunran's expectations.
With a mentality of research, he clicked on the group chat, and the first thing he saw was the violent words that made his eyes go black.
[Definitely! Girls, we must have gotten real!]
[They are really real!]
"..."
Song Yunran was flustered, and hurried to join them: [I heard that you are dizzy and candy? What happened?]
The contrived tone made him sick for a while.
Fortunately, the CP fans soaked in the sugar bowl didn't care about it, and some veteran fans even asked in surprise: [Why did Little Eleven come here? Where have you been all this time?]
Song Yunran was worried about how to answer, and the other party automatically made a good character for him: [Are you still in school? Do your parents usually not let you play with your mobile phone?]
Song Yunran's painful mask: [Yes.]
The other party said: [Then do you go to junior high school or high school? It can't be elementary school, can it?]
Who are you scolding for being an elementary school chicken!
Song Yunran went berserk in an instant, and typed hard: [It's high school.]
After sending it out, he didn't think it was enough, and decided to maximize the maturity of Little Eleven: [Senior year next semester!]
[Wow, the third year in high school is so important, you have to finish your homework before chasing stars.]
[Mmm, okay.]
Song Yunran pretended to be a female high school student numbly and unfamiliarly, shouting crazily in his heart, where's the sugar? Where is the sugar you speak of? Let me see!
The cordial and enthusiastic CP fan seemed to hear the call in his heart, and finally threw out a link.
Song Yunran quickly went in, and after reading it, he was numb.
good, very good.
If he was an artist, once this video was released, his only fans would probably go crazy.
Song Yunran didn't pay much attention to comments, but he still thought that this video was indeed a bit scary.
He didn't feel anything wrong when he talked face-to-face with Qin Ke yesterday. Looking at it from the perspective of a third party today, he found that he on the screen of the mobile phone was simply acting out the unreasonable troubles of "what are you doing to me, I'm so angry".
When he finally stopped being angry, the end of his eyes and brows were inexplicably rippling with a deep smile, as if he had been touched by Shunmao.
What are you laughing laughing!
Are you that happy!
He couldn't help scolding himself angrily in his heart, if you give you a tail on the spot, you can shake it!
Doesn't look like a president at all!
Song Yunran didn't have Qin Ke's strong mentality. After reading it briefly, he began to evade reality. He didn't even touch his phone for the next few hours, for fear that people would find out the seemingly non-existent problems between them.
But in the dead of night, the comfortable big bed and the warm yellow bedside lamp all cooperate to create a safe and private environment.
Song Yunran plucked up his courage, clicked on the video and watched it several times.
Looking at it, he found a more serious problem.
Qin Ke's expression, no matter how you look at it, has experienced four levels of tension, anger, helplessness and tenderness.
The first three are all normal, but the key lies in the last one, which made Song Yun feel like he was stuck in his throat.
Yes, absolutely true.
If you like the look in someone's eyes, you really can't hide it.
Song Yunran put down his phone worriedly, and sighed silently, it seems that tonight is destined to be another sleepless night.
After a heavy rain, the weather is getting hotter.
The crew of "Jianghu Road" finally finished the outdoor shooting at the film and television base, and moved to the studio to shoot the interior before the local temperature broke through 40 degrees.
Early this morning, Qin Ke came to the dressing room on time.
Before the makeup was finished, a staff member knocked on the door outside, asking if it was possible to arrange for another actor to come here to do makeup.
The number of dressing rooms in this studio is limited, and the one in the back is usually used exclusively by important actors, while the other rooms are allocated to artists with few roles.
The makeup artist did not rush to agree, but first asked the opinions of several actors present.
An old artist smiled and said yes.
Qin Ke saw that there was still an empty dressing table, and that he was not a showy person, so he said, "It doesn't matter, let him in."
The two actors with the most senior qualifications and the most important roles agreed, and the remaining male second naturally did not object.
Soon, when the door of the dressing room was pushed open again, Qin Ke saw a troubled Cheng Jiaming in the mirror.
He nodded lightly, retracted his gaze and closed his eyes, carefully recalling Cheng Jiaming's recent actions.
It seems that there is nothing unusual except for the first day.
But Qin Ke still didn't dare to take it lightly because of the painful experience in his previous life.
The crew members present were all good people, and they had already seen that the relationship between the two was not very good. After exchanging a few subtle glances with each other, they each went about their work.
For a while, the dressing room was extremely quiet.
Just when everyone thought everything would end in silence, Cheng Jiaming suddenly took out his mobile phone, put it on the table and fixed it, and watched the game video while putting on makeup.
The sound effects of the game and the anchor's voice are mixed together, instantly making the dressing room lively.
The old artist from earlier frowned displeased.
Waking up early during filming is already a very painful thing. Several actors are catching up on the time of makeup. It is so unruly for you to put some noisy things there.
Qin Ke also slowly opened his eyes at this time.
Cheng Jiaming was sitting next to him. This man didn't notice the dissatisfied eyes from all directions. He was still staring at the phone screen with relish, showing a sudden realization or puzzled expression from time to time.
Seriously, like he was learning how to take a wire from others that day.
Qin Ke had no choice but to say, "Cheng Jiaming, are you wearing earphones?"
Cheng Jiaming didn't expect Qin Ke to take the initiative to talk to him, he was taken aback for a moment before he turned his head and said, "Why, do you want to use it?"
Qin Ke didn't speak, and glanced at the other actors.
"..."
Cheng Jiaming understood, but didn't want to understand.
The other party meant to remind him to keep his voice down. If someone else came forward, he would definitely apologize and then put on the earphones or turn off the video, but when the person who came forward became Qin Ke, he felt inexplicably despised.
After thinking for a few seconds, Cheng Jiaming simply turned off the phone.
He asked his assistant to bring over the script, and after reading it for a while, he secretly raised his eyes to look at Qin Ke.
Qin Ke didn't look at him anymore, and returned to the way he closed his eyes and rested before.
It seemed that the little episode just now didn't deserve his attention at all.
Cheng Jiaming couldn't sit still anymore, and whispered, "I just watched a replay of a professional player's live broadcast last night."
Qin Ke: "..."
He had no choice but to open his eyes again: "So?"
"You don't know, this is the suggestion Mr. Song gave me."
As soon as he spoke, Cheng Jiaming mastered the knack of showing off, and he continued, "Boss Song came to me on a special trip that day, saying that he thought I was good at playing games, talking and interesting, and if I played games live, I would definitely be very popular. "
Song Yunran's original words were not so exaggerated, but because of Cheng Jiaming's nature, he described it with embellishment.
Since he completely lost the battle of "Jianghu Road", if he can defeat Qin Ke from a new perspective, it would be a kind of spiritual victory.
However, Qin Ke had no expression on his face, and only replied briefly: "Come on."
He still had a similar attitude to the encounter in the corridor that day, but after a period of buffering, Cheng Jiaming had already comprehended the subtleties without a teacher.
This sentence seems calm, but it is not.
As long as you understand it with your heart, you will find that it is full of undercurrents and a sour feeling.
Cheng Jiaming smiled triumphantly: "How can I thank Mr. Song? He is the boss. He must be very busy at ordinary times. Maybe he can't take care of his artists, but he is still willing to take the time to give me advice. …”
Before he could finish the following words, Cheng Jiaming suddenly felt a frosty gaze.
He shivered uncontrollably, raised his gaze from the script, and met Qin Keyun's indifferent expression.
"?"
Was it just an illusion? Cheng Jiaming was confused.
Qin Ke looked at him, seemingly curious: "So you decided to listen to him and try?"
"… of course."
Cheng Jiaming bit the bullet and replied, in fact, he hadn't made a decision at all.
So, knowing that your benefactor cares about me outside, how would you feel
Cheng Jiaming couldn't help looking forward to it secretly, he must be very impatient, maybe he would want to complain to the donor, but he was afraid that he would accidentally offend Song Yunran, and thus fell into a dilemma.
Unexpectedly, Qin Ke was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "Okay, just do it when you think about it, don't disappoint Mr. Song's expectations, I think you can."
Cheng Jiaming was stunned on the spot.
The big speechless incident, he seemed to be kicked out of the shelves!
The author has something to say: Writing this chapter today is very painful, why, because I twisted my shoulder when I hit a mosquito (.
Very disabled, but also very speechless