The rehearsal of "The Legend of the Hosta? Qin Pick" was a success, and Director Xu was very happy. He came over early and asked Qingcheng to edit some of the videos taken during the rehearsal into a small preview film.
Qingcheng is a director, and naturally she has learned editing, and she also likes to edit and play, and she is a little picky about her works, so she has been busy all morning, and even used the time for lunch at noon, and finally she is satisfied. When the finished product was presented to the second uncle for review, someone suddenly ran and said, "Director Xu, Su Po seems to be injured."
Director Xu stood up and walked to the actor's rest area, Qingcheng also frowned and quickly followed.
"It's old, it doesn't matter, just take a rest." Compared with everyone's nervousness, Super himself was quite calm, as if the injured person was not him.
Qingcheng looked at him with one hand on his waist and the other by the dressing table. Sometimes he frowned, sometimes his shoulders trembled slightly, and he had to comfort everyone who came to visit.
After everyone dispersed, Director Xu called Qingcheng and asked, "Did you drive?"
Orange nodded.
"In that case, I'll let Shen Jiajue take the place in the afternoon. You can help me take Su Po back to rest first. The next task is arduous, and the body can't collapse."
Su Po didn't want to go back and wanted to take a break to see the situation, but before the words were spoken, Director Xu took the lead. After listening to Director Xu's arrangement, he decided to obey the director's arrangement. Qingcheng helped Supo all the way to the gate of the garden, and couldn't help but look up at him.
Don't you say it doesn't matter, why is most of the weight on her
"Hey you… "
"Um?"
"Are you really all right?"
"For the time being... can't die."
Qingcheng shut up and decided to play the humanitarian spirit, just treat himself as a driver and send him back. So she stopped, took a deep breath, grabbed his arm and continued to walk out.
Supo was looking at her in a good way, but she saw a little bit of sweat dripping out of her forehead.
On the way to the parking lot, Qingcheng only felt that the pressure was much less. When she was at the side of the car, when she looked at him again, he suddenly smiled at her, making her inexplicable.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Thank you." Super said sincerely, moving the arm that Qingcheng was holding at the same time, "but you are holding it too tightly, my hand is a little numb." This is also true.
Qingcheng, who was suddenly thanked, wanted to politely reply "You're welcome", but was gagged by the second half of his sentence.
He smiled, stretched out his "numb" hand, grabbed her hand, and quickly let go before she could react: "It's really numb, and it's impossible to grasp things properly."
Qingcheng only felt warm on his hands, and the temperature went up along his hands, and even the back of his ears began to heat up. For a time, she wanted to give up this task.
"Let's go." It was Supper who spoke first.
All the way after that, Qingcheng felt uneasy. However, Super just sat quietly and brushed his phone, as if he really just did it unintentionally.
More than half an hour later, Qingcheng drove the car to the downstairs of Supo's house.
After taking him into the hall, Qingcheng helped him press the elevator.
"Can you go up by yourself?" she asked tentatively. Since there is an elevator, she should be able to get out, she thought.
Supo glanced at her, but didn't speak for a long time, and it was neither staying nor staying until Qingcheng left. Super's waist is an old problem. When it attacks, it's a little bit more sore now than when he was in the car before, but apart from not being able to perform well on stage, it's not a big problem to do other things.
"No." Super curled the corner of his mouth, "You should pay the debt."
"what?"
Super called: "Your classmate."
"… "
"Reluctant to pay the debt?"
Qingcheng is usually a very clever person, but he has a psychological burden in the face of Su Po. She replied in her heart: Who have you seen who were forced to pay back their debts happily
At this time, the elevator came down. Seeing that he was not very comfortable, Qingcheng frowned from time to time. Thinking that this is the treasure of the whole crew, there must be no mistakes, so she said, "Let's go then." She was careful again. He cautiously supported his arm, but only lightly this time, "What floor is your house?"
Super smiled: "Ninth floor."
Supo's house has a fingerprint lock, which saves you the trouble of touching the key to open the door. After entering the door, Qingcheng found that his house did not block the entrance, so the entire living room was unobstructed. Because the east side is full of floor-to-ceiling windows, and there are no extra messy furnishings in the living room, the overall look is bright and clean.
Qingcheng helped Supo to lean on the sofa, and found that the living room was still connected to the dining room, and there was a bottle of yellow calla on the dining table.
Qingcheng thought that he had talked to himself about this flower not long ago, and was a little dazed for a while.
Qingcheng was startled by the sudden doorbell, and she looked at Super subconsciously. Supo leaned on the sofa and spread out his hands, expressing that he was inconvenient. So, Qingcheng had to bite the bullet and open the door. I thought to myself, but don't be his parent, or else it will take a lot of time to explain.
She opened the door hesitantly, but she didn't expect that there was a little brother in a takeaway uniform standing outside the door. He smiled and handed Qingcheng the paper bag in his hand: "Your takeaway, please take it slow."
"Thank you." Qingcheng replied mechanically, but he didn't respond much until he closed the door.
"You ordered takeout?" she asked Super, pointing to the bag in her hand.
"I've eaten it, for you."
"For me?" Qingcheng was inexplicable.
"On the way just now, I heard your stomach growl." Super said slowly.
Qingcheng was suddenly embarrassed. She did not eat lunch. She had been alone with him on high vigilance just now, but she forgot to be hungry. Now that he reminded me like this, my hunger suddenly rose: "I..."
"No thanks, you can eat, I'll take a rest." Super closed his eyes after saying that.
Qingcheng is really hungry now, and the beef soup in her hand is from a shop she likes - she wanted to say that she would take it to the car to eat, but she felt it was too deliberate. After finally thanking her, she went in a proper manner. Sit and eat at the table.
The sofa is quite close to the dining table. The afternoon sun has subsided a lot, and it is softly spread on the floor of the living room. The golden color permeates the dining room, which should match the yellow calla on the table. One person is resting, one person is eating, and it is so quiet that it feels like a quiet time.
Qingcheng was eating and eating, and suddenly remembered that once upon a time, he also invited her to dinner, but after eating, he "break up" with her.
Super's eyes finally moved to her, and he saw that she was eating seriously with her head down.
Her eyelashes are like two small fans, and when they are fanned occasionally, he really wants to reach out and touch them, or touch her ears that are a little red in the sun...
"Xu Qingcheng."
"Huh?" Qingcheng looked up.
She was ashamed just now, as if she was in a state of concentration and stupid.
"What?" she asked again.
"You can eat slowly, don't worry." Supper said.
But how long can a serving of vermicelli soup last, and the green orange will be full soon—one third of it is left.
She put down her chopsticks and just cleaned up the bowl when she heard Supo say, "Will you put on the plaster for me?"
Although Qingcheng thinks this kind of "help" is a little too intimate, but eating people's mouth is short, and it is not easy to refuse for a while...
Super pointed to the drawer of the sofa and coffee table: "There is plaster in the drawer on the left."
Qingcheng finally got the plaster smoothly according to his instructions, and then sat down beside him hesitantly.
"I've never posted for anyone." She didn't know what she was nervous about.
He was very rude: "There is always a first time for everything."
When Qingcheng heard this, he always felt a little awkward, so he stopped talking to him and asked, "Where is it posted?"
Supper sat up straighter, unbuttoned the two buttons under his shirt, and turned it up.
"Here." He pointed his finger to the lower waist, then turned sideways and waited for her to stick.
Qingcheng saw that his back was very thin, and his skin was very good, like porcelain and jade, as if it had a shimmering texture.
She pursed her lips, retracted her eyes, and began to tear the plaster paper. Who knew that the layer of protective film seemed to be deliberately going against her, but it was not torn open for a long time.
"Is the quality of your thing not good? You can't pull it apart." She tore it a little irritably.
"Don't worry, take it slow." Super seemed to chuckle.
"… "
The green orange was finally torn in half, suddenly forgetting the exact location. In order not to make a mistake, she had to stretch out her finger and gently poked the place in her memory: "Is it here?"
"… right."
Qingcheng took a deep breath, and finally put the plaster on it with a breathless concentration.
Just as she was about to let go, Super pressed her back on the back of her hand, but he quickly retracted it.
"Help me to be firm, otherwise it's easy to fall off."
Since things are done, they can't be half done. So she had no choice but to control her strength and slowly press him with the palm of her hand, making sure that the plaster was firmly attached before withdrawing.
"Thank you." Supper expressed his gratitude calmly, then put down his clothes.
After Qingcheng left, Su Po looked at the bunch of calla lilies blooming quietly in the sun, thinking in his heart: I don't know if it's better to reunite with a broken mirror, or to come back again.
Qingcheng then returned to the garden. For the second half of the day, she had been unable to concentrate. When she was about to get off work, Qingcheng received a link sent to her by Shi Yingying and a strange cry: "You and Boss Su are actually holding hands. ??"
The unknown green orange clicked on the link, and he was also blinded.
The first thing that caught my eye was a photo of her being grabbed by Super in the parking lot. Super's face was all photographed, but she was okay, only a little side face was photographed. After looking at the content, I found that it was a post on the Kunqu Opera Forum.
The person who posted the post said: "I ran into my favorite Kunqu opera actor, Boss Su Posu, and the surprise turned into a shock. When the baby reacted, they both got in the car and left."
Since Su Po is a leader in the new generation, and he has gained a lot of popularity because of "The Story of the West Tower", there are still many commenters—
Some people say that if they are holding hands, they must be girlfriends. Some people analyze that they are not holding hands. It is just a matter of shooting angle.
Some people have mixed opinions about her appearance.
Because there are directors and screenwriters in the family, Qingcheng still understands the model of the entertainment industry, so she is not angry when she sees bad comments.
Immediately afterwards, she saw a comment that made her nervous: "After watching it for a long time, it seems that she is really my senior, and I have participated in her works. If it is her... This senior is very powerful, her name is In the scholarship list, you can often see that she has two short films that are used as examples by teachers. Oh, it is said that she can play multiple musical instruments, and one is still on the verge of being lost. Also, I heard that she can also perform magic... Oh, Some people say that she is not good-looking, not to mention that she only got three points, and these three points are enough to see."
After reading the speech of this junior or junior, Qingcheng thought: What the hell is magic? When did she know magic, why didn't she know it herself? Thinking that I was pretty good in the eyes of the juniors in the school, I couldn't help but feel a little happy.
She wasn't interested in reading the comments that followed.
But he didn't forget to reply to Shi Yingying: "Su Po and I are clean and clean."
Shi Yingying: "Oh..."
As a result, Shi Yingying sent another screenshot when Qingcheng first arrived home—
Because someone forwarded this post to Weibo, and then Super also forwarded it.
He said: "This is a very good girl, please don't talk about others indiscriminately, thank you."
Shi Yingying asked Qingcheng: "Innocent, huh?"
Qingcheng: "Which word in his sentence is unclear?"
Shi Yingying: "It's different from his previous Weibo style - I finished his Weibo two days ago. His previous ones were not propaganda, but interacting with colleagues."
Qingcheng: "I've also worked with him before, and I'm considered a colleague. Besides, this matter is also related to his reputation. Isn't it normal for him to clarify?"
Shi Yingying is like a detective possessed: "Isn't it supposed to clarify that she is not my girlfriend?"
"… "
Later, Qingcheng received a message from Super: "You don't care about the messages on the Internet, but I still want to say sorry to you."
Qingcheng: "I don't care, you don't have to be sorry."