When this episode of the program was broadcast, all fans of the whole network went crazy when they saw this scene.
Especially the first batch of CP fans who fell into the pit and became dizzy felt the mystery of the world even more.
From the unpopular Lalang CP at the beginning, to the almost evil Lalang CP, to the same team participating in variety shows, they have become accustomed to the good life of opening their mouths and eating candy at 8 o'clock every Saturday night.
Even so, they didn't expect that when the variety show was coming to an end, they would still be stuffed with a huge candy.
Before the show was over, a gossip forum had already built a tall building for it.
[He forbids me to add... Help, is this something I can hear for free?]
[It can be said that he has a strong sense of self-management.]
[Of course everyone is stupid when they hear this sentence, of course, I am also stupid.]
[Come here from the thousands of troops and horses climbing the wall, when will this couple get their certificates, I have already moved to the Civil Affairs Bureau.]
[Grandma Li, thank you, you are my dear grandma from today on.]
In less than ten minutes, the post was topped as the hot post of the day, — a small flame symbolizing popularity floated behind the topic post, like the enthusiasm of every CP fan.
But since there are CP fans who are as happy as Chinese New Year, there will naturally be passers-by in Huangquan who are so angry as if they had passed the Qingming Festival.
It didn't take long before a derivative post appeared, with a particularly provocative title—"Polite question, is the next door picking up trash?" ".
Clicking on the topic post, the landlord who claimed to be in the industry noble and glamorously popularized science—a piece of common sense in the circle.
To sum it up briefly, what the poster means is that she has been in the industry for ten years, and she has only seen companies control artist microblogs, but she has never seen that even private use of WeChat to add friends requires the approval of the boss.
So Qin Ke's words were definitely not sweets, but a veiled complaint, accusing the company of interfering in his private life.
[Didn't you see how panicked Song Yunran was when he explained to the old lady? He died laughing. He was exposed in public as a cold-blooded capitalist. Who wouldn't panic if he changed.]
[If you want me to say that Song Yunran likes to show his face so much, he might as well clean up and make his debut.]
[Is Qin Kewei a fan here? Please persuade your husband to terminate the contract earlier, and stop doing charity for Xinghe as a blood bag and selling corrupt tools.]
I don't know which company sent this person to stir up trouble, and he sent several replies one after another, wanting to stick the words "tear it up" on his forehead.
Regardless of the size of the cafe, every artist's fans will have a small group of fighting fans. In addition to being busy tearing up the same actors and rivals every day, they also have the necessary repertoire to tear up the company.
When Qin Ke first became popular, some fans, like others, asked Xinghe to improve his treatment on the Internet all day long, but as time went by, they found that there were not many people responding at all.
After all, the title of Xinghe's son is there, and the resources Qin Ke has obtained since signing the contract are obvious to all.
If things go on like this, Qin Ke will be tricked instead, and in the end he can only give up resentfully.
Therefore, Huangquan Passerby-Tong operated, Qin Ke's only fans did not pay much attention.
They—while brainwashing themselves that "Qin Ke just has a good relationship with President Xiao Song"—watched Qin Ke, who was full of life skills in the show, and made all kinds of bullet screens with trembling fingers.
"Wooooow, I'd rather you know nothing like everyone else.
"You don't even need to wrap the dumplings so perfectly, how much hardship did you suffer when you were young, I really want to travel back to your childhood to accompany you.
"Why can I put up the Spring Festival couplets by myself? Thinking about the reason, I feel so distressed."
Song Yunran looked at the phone, and finished reading the barrage in one breath: "So, in their eyes, you are the most beautiful and miserable in domestic entertainment."
Qin Ke: "..."
There are two days left until New Year's Eve, he rarely takes a vacation, and wants to be alone with Song Yunran for a while before the Spring Festival, but in the end he is forced to listen to a terrifying speech full of emotion.
The penthouse apartment in the upper courtyard of the West City will always maintain a comfortable temperature like spring in all seasons, regardless of the severe cold or heat.
But at this moment, Qin Ke still quietly put on a coat.
It was late at night, and he was terrified when he heard it, and his back was cold.
But his speechless silence had another meaning in Song Yunran's eyes.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for you, too."
Song Yunran leaned on his broad shoulders and said in a low mood, "During the recording that day, I went downstairs and saw you pasting up the Spring Festival couplets by yourself. Don't mention how uncomfortable it is. Have you celebrated the New Year alone since you were a child?"
Qin Ke said with difficulty: "... not at all."
Song Yunran didn't believe it: "Don't be brave in front of me. I still remember what you said. When you were young, your aunt was very busy with work. Did she have to work overtime during the Spring Festival, so she didn't have time to go home to accompany you?"
While talking, the corner of Song Yunran's mouth curled down.
When the Internet was not well-developed, he also watched many Spring Festival Gala. Almost every year, there would be scenes where the family members were busy at work and the main character was alone at home.
It's particularly bleak, and it's full of sense of substitution when I think of it.
Qin Ke took a deep breath and said, "No, she can still rest during the Spring Festival."
"Then why are you so proficient in pasting Spring Festival couplets?" Song Yun raised his head in confusion, his tone full of reasonable doubts.
Qin Ke smiled, and turned his face to the side: "Because at that time, there were many lonely elderly people in our community. Every winter vacation, the school would organize us to come to show love, and tall boys like me would usually send them to Clean the chandeliers or put up Spring Festival couplets."
The unexpected but reasonable answer left Song Yunran speechless for a moment.
The reason is so simple.
Without him, only hands are familiar.
"That's it, that's all right."
He rubbed his nose, put away his useless sympathy, got up and slipped into the kitchen to pour a glass of ice water to cover up his embarrassment.
Speaking of this matter, I still have to blame him for the trouble caused by holding several jobs.
As Qin Ke's boyfriend and father, Song Yunran has a deep impression of Qin Ke's scumbag father. If he doesn't pay attention, he will open his mind, and the fans' bullet screens will diverge, causing him to develop many seemingly reasonable things. It's an absurd association.
A few minutes later, seeing that he hadn't come out, Qin Ke simply went into the kitchen as well.
The kitchen in this apartment is large, and the island in the middle is equipped with a water dispenser that can make ice.
Song Yunran was leaning against the island platform, drinking water in sips without sips, his face still had the shyness of causing a misunderstanding, but his lips were unknowingly soaked with a seductive luster.
Qin Ke leaned against the door and watched for a while, but he couldn't hold back after all. He stepped forward a few steps, put his hands on the island platform, and surrounded the person in his arms: "Is this glass of water so delicious?"
"You let me be quiet." Song Yunran said in a low voice, "It's so shameful, I was actually affected by the brainwashing package of fans!"
The extremely annoyed tone made the corners of Qin Ke's lips curl up.
He took the glass that was about to bottom out, leaned over, bit his moist lips that were a little bit cool, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and laughed a few times.
The two of them were too close, Song Yunran felt the vibration in his chest, and his fair skin instantly burned into a blush.
The current Qin Ke is obviously the same person as the Qin Ke he once hated, but the subtleties often reveal different feelings.
For example, his opponent, Qin Ke, is a serious and cold iceberg.
The Qin Ke he really knows now, although he doesn't laugh often like other people, but he never hesitates to show him a shallow smile.
Especially when they are very close, Qin Ke's low-pitched laughter sounds more sexy than usual. Every time I hear it, it feels like a kitten touched his heart a few times with a meat pad, making it tickle It makes people want to hide but can't bear to hide.
Song Yunran raised his chin slightly and kissed her back.
In exchange for a more enthusiastic response from the other party.
It wasn't until the surrounding air became thinner that the figures reflected on the wall left reluctantly.
After being coaxed, Song Yunran leaned against Qin Ke's arms stickily, and asked, "Are you going to your aunt's place for the Spring Festival this year?"
"Well, the ticket has been booked, and we will leave tomorrow afternoon."
Qin Ke looked into his eyes and said softly, "Sister Jing gave me a five-day vacation and will be back soon, so don't miss me too much."
"...?"
Listen to this confident tone, what is "don't miss me too much".
Song Yunran said unconvinced: "Don't be too complacent, I won't miss you very much."
"real?"
"I'm different from you. The Spring Festival is very busy every year."
Song Yunran said falsely, "Not only do I have to stay with my parents at home, but I also have to go out with them to socialize, and He Ziyou and the others will also come to visit me. Dad's Spring Festival is much more fulfilling than you imagined!"
That's why he has no time to think about Qin Ke, Song Yunran thought proudly.
The next day, the twenty-ninth day of the new year, there is only the last day left before New Year's Eve.
At noon, Song Yunran returned to his parents' villa.
There was some traffic jam on the road, and he was about half an hour later than the scheduled time, but according to common sense, he would not miss today's lunch.
Unexpectedly, the moment he stepped into the gate of the villa, what he felt was the emptiness and desolation.
He walked quickly to the restaurant on the left side of the first floor, and saw that on the long dining table, except for a few vases of decorative flowers, there were not even a pair of chopsticks on it.
"???"
Song Yunran turned to the servant in surprise, "Aren't we having dinner at home at noon today?"
No one told him why, why should he be the prince!
Unexpectedly, the servant was also surprised: "Sir and wife didn't tell you? They went abroad for vacation yesterday."
Song Yunran froze on the spot.
He vaguely remembered that Song Jidong did call him a few days ago, but he was busy with a meeting at that time, so he hung up the phone before he understood it. Until just now, he thought that his parents would just go abroad for a trip before the Spring Festival. .
"... They, just like that, left me alone?" Song Yunran still couldn't believe it.
The servant looked at the ceiling in embarrassment, and told him the answer with body language—yes, your parents finally waited for you to be alone, and couldn't wait to leave you to live in a world of two.
Forget it, maybe people always have to learn to grow up by themselves.
Song Yunran sat down on the dining chair pitifully, hugged himself tightly, and comforted himself.
The servant asked in a low voice, "I thought you wouldn't come over because Mr. and Mrs. weren't here, and you didn't prepare lunch. See what you want for lunch. I'll ask someone to do it now."
"Whatever, hurry up, I'm very hungry now." Song Yunran replied weakly.
After the servant stepped back, Song Yunran lay down on the table aggrievedly, with his face pressed against his arms, his big eyes staring at the lines on the table, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was the number one in the entertainment industry—beautiful and miserable.
After a moment of silence, he took out his mobile phone and typed slowly:
[Mr. Qin, hello. Your father had to spend the New Year at home alone because of some accidents. He has never been wronged like this. After receiving the news, please change the return ticket to within three days, is that okay?]
Song Yunran stared at the screen anxiously, hesitating for a while.
Finally - grit your teeth and hit send.
The author has something to say: Let me translate it for you:
Hello, Mr. Qin. Your puppy has been abandoned, please bring him home as soon as you receive the news.