Qing Huan's heart warmed, she lowered her head, and asked in a low voice, "Then don't you think the same way as Teacher Bai? My relationship with Ziyan... is indeed relatively close. When you see me giving her food, will you? Not happy either?"
Nanyang didn't speak for a long time, and Qing Huan looked at her suspiciously. When she was about to speak again, she heard her ask:
"Want to hear the truth?"
Qing Huan nodded, "Of course."
Nan Yang shrank his fingers on the car window sill, and tapped the window pin that had peeled paint to mottled. He avoided Qing Huan and looked out of the car window. When she spoke again, her voice was very soft, so soft that if you didn't listen carefully, you would not be able to hear her too thin tone:
"If you look at others one more time, I will be unhappy."
Nanyang pursed his lips, and seemed to feel that what he said was inappropriate, and added:
"However, whether I am happy or not is only my business. I am unhappy, it only means that I have a low temperament, and it does not mean that you are wrong. I will not affect your normal social interaction because of my emotions. You Don't worry about me too much."
Lightly mute.
She didn't know how to respond for a while.
In addition to being moved, another kind of worry was born in the blurry mind and wandering around.
If Nanyang didn't say it today, she would never know for the rest of her life. It turns out that she cares so much about her kindness to others. How much was this woman holding back, unwilling to say, unwilling to say, unable to say in her heart? Today, she was lucky enough to dig out a deeply buried rot root, but there must be other things that made Nanyang uncomfortable, which she hid tightly.
But what can she blame? Nanyang's character is like that, he doesn't take the initiative to say anything when he is dull, and he doesn't take the initiative to ask for things he likes. Sometimes when I encounter delicious food, I am so restrained that I don't want to pick up another chopstick. When I feed it to her, I see her eyes are slightly curved, and then I know that she likes that food.
"Next time if I do something that makes you unhappy, you have to tell me," Qing Huan clenched Nan Yang's hand, her voice full of distress, "I don't want to make you sad either."
"I'm not sad." Nanyang frowned, his eyes seemed a little annoyed, regretting that he told the truth.
Qing Huan caught the change in her mood and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm telling you this, I'm not trying to disturb you," Nanyang frowned more tightly. "You don't have to change anything because of me. If you don't do what you want to do because of me, I would be sad."
Qing Huan was stunned for a while, then couldn't help but smile, pinched Nan Yang's hand:
"stupid."
Nanyang turned his head away and closed his mouth to look at the flying scenery outside the window.
The VJ who followed them came out of the box and glanced at them while carrying the camera: "Hey, are the two teachers waiting for me?"
The two interrupted the conversation, remembering that they still have game tasks to complete, so they diverted their attention first. They still followed the original idea and went to the locomotive to see Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng, and passed the punishment along the way. It should not be difficult to ask for twenty votes.
Both ends of the soft sleeper carriage were blocked by some passengers watching the fun. If the conductors hadn't stopped them, they would have been able to directly open the doors of Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan's boxes to go in for sightseeing. After all, Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan were the most popular group, and there were not a few people who came to see them. It was a little difficult for Qinghuan and Nanyang to pass through.
When celebrities are far away from ordinary people, there are high and low popularity levels, just like handicrafts displayed in the window, people look at them and judge their opinions and chins to express their likes and dislikes. But once the star walks close by, people's excitement and excitement have nothing to do with popularity, likes or dislikes, whether they like the star or not, they will feel suffocated and dizzy. Perhaps it is because this intense unreality will bring people a kind of perverted and romantic satisfaction, which makes them suddenly realize that these living people really breathe the same air as they do.
So even though the soft sleeper carriage was surrounded by Bai Cen's fans, when Nan Yang and Qing Huan passed by, the girls were twitching their facial features like crazy, holding up their mobile phones and taking pictures. Nanyang and Qinghuan passed through, and as they walked away, they followed subconsciously for a short while, but soon realized the person they really wanted to see, and ran back to the entrance of the soft sleeper to wait.
Along the way, most of the passengers actually stayed in their seats honestly. Everyone has their own busy things, and most of them are people who travel alone. People who travel alone cannot easily leave their seats and luggage.
Qinghuan's nationality is relatively high, so she asked some young boys and girls to vote for her. Even if those young people didn't like her, 80% of them knew her, so they voted happily, and even asked for an autograph or a group photo. Nanyang has been silently following behind her, not saying a word. Soon, twenty votes will be enough.
When they found Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng, those two were playing the guessing game with passers-by, which should be the first task they were assigned. Seeing Nanyang and Qinghuan coming over, tomorrow night, Cheng's small body, which was squeezed into the corner of the hard seat, could not wait to jump up, and waved again and again: "Master, Patriarch, you finally come to see us!"
The hard seat environment is indeed much worse. The people here are too mixed and the density is terrifying. There are all kinds of smells in the whole car, such as foot, sweat, plastic, and even the most common instant noodles. You can take a sip. Instantly identify dozens of categories, such as braised beef, sauerkraut from Laotan, and stewed chicken with mushrooms. The air conditioning didn't seem to be enough to dilute the flavors, especially when the crowd gathered to catch a glimpse of the stars, and the soup was cloudy with the batter like the next dumplings.
Although Cheng is a newcomer tomorrow night, and Qi Yi is outside the circle, but they can't stand their excellent performance in the first version. They attracted a lot of five-three CP fans and Qi Yi's ghost story fans. Everyone knows it. Tomorrow night Cheng is preparing for the college entrance examination, and several well-meaning student fans also sent their own tutoring materials to Ming Wancheng.
Tomorrow night, Cheng sat by the window, Qi Yi sat next to her, and there was a stack of counseling books and papers from well-meaning people on the table. There were many passengers sitting around, and the heads were close together, and Nanyang began to feel uncomfortable just by looking at it.
Qi Yi smiled and said, "Hey, come and come, sit down. Do you want to play a game with us, I guess? After the game is over, we can just go to the dining car to eat together."
The passengers on the opposite side voluntarily gave up two positions. Nanyang frowned slightly as he looked at the wrinkled seat cover. Qing Huan knew that she cared about those uneven things, so she walked over to smooth it out before pulling Nanyang to sit down.
"Do you want to play?" Qing Huan asked Nan Yang beside him with his chin up.
Nanyang shook his head expressionlessly.
"Then don't play anymore," Qing Huan let her go, "Xiao Yi, you are tired of playing too. Let's chat for a while."
"Okay, let's chat for a while." Qi Yi put away the pen and paper on the table with a smile, and saw Cheng coming over with great interest tomorrow night, and raised his eyebrows, "Acheng, the task is over, what should you do? ?"
Cheng Cheng was taken aback tomorrow night, "And, do you want to write papers again?"
Qi Yi's eyes were self-evident.
Tomorrow night Cheng took a long sigh, grabbed a language paper on the side, and lowered his head to write with the pen you drew I guessed. It seems that she has gradually become accustomed to such a life. Qi Yi asked her to write, and she would not resist any more.
"You guys just came over from the sleeper?" Qi Yi asked Qing Huan.
"Yes, I even played with Ziyan on the way," Qing Huan didn't talk about the unpleasantness of fighting with Bai Jinqiu. There were too many people around, and even if there were few people, she wouldn't betray her friends. "I just came out of the box and sat down with you guys. This environment is really heaven and earth."
Tomorrow night Cheng interjected: "Let's go find Ziyan to play in a while."
Qing Huan paused, thought for a moment, and said vaguely, "A Cheng, don't disturb them."
Tomorrow night Cheng looks like a villain, Qing Huan said so, she immediately changed her words: "Then we will go to your sleeper for a while."
"Come here if you don't mind too far." Qing Huan smiled.
They chatted casually again, the surroundings were quite noisy, the voices of many people were surging in their ears, and the mobile phones and flashes of passers-by aimed at the side were connected together. Nanyang endured his body's disgust towards this environment and silently stared out the window in a daze.
I don't know when, the sunset has already appeared in the sky. The sunset is like a yolk of a freshly boiled egg, and a few white clouds sprinkled over it sporadically, as if the eggshell was not picked clean.
When the time was almost up, VJ received a notice from the PD to let them go to the dining car for dinner.
The dining car was temporarily cleared for half of the venue, in order to fix the filming stand and multiple cameras around, and also so that they would not be disturbed by fans who suddenly ran over during the meal. When a few people passed by, Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan were already sitting there.
The dining car is a four-seater, so next to it, the director team added two more seats so that the six of them can sit at a table. This will be a bit crowded, but also more focused, making it easier to shoot.
Cen Ziyan looked like she was hesitant to speak, and seemed to want to apologize to Qing Huan again, but she was afraid that she would take the initiative to talk to Qing Huan, and Bai Jinqiu would embarrass him again. Qing Huan could see what she was thinking, and nodded at her, indicating that she understood.
Nan Yang and Bai Jinqiu had just choked, and the director team was actually a little worried that they would quarrel again when they got together. However, the two of them have a quiet temperament. As long as Bai Jinqiu doesn't target Qinghuan, Nanyang doesn't bother to speak at all. And as long as Qinghuan doesn't provoke Cen Ziyan, Bai Jinqiu will not take the initiative to find fault at all. She has no extra energy to devote to such boring things, and only Cen Ziyan is in her mind.
Before the meal, the director team also guided them to make a small game, but everyone was hungry for a day, and basically they were not in the mood to play the game again. When the food was served, the table was quiet and no one chatted.
PD was a little worried on the side, and didn't know how to cut this part in the feature film.
Halfway through eating, Nan Yang suddenly put down his chopsticks, stood up unhurriedly, and tapped his fingertips on the table in front of Cheng Cheng in the evening, "Follow me."
Tomorrow night Cheng had a chicken leg in his mouth and looked up dumbly: "Hmm? What are you going to do?"
"… To the restroom."
Qing Huan also put down the chopsticks and said, "I'll accompany you."
"No, you eat yours." Nanyang refused, looking at Ming Wancheng again, "Come with me."
Tomorrow night, Cheng knew something must have happened, and immediately swallowed the meat in his mouth, hurriedly grabbed a bunch of tissues in his hand and got up, followed behind Nanyang, and waved his hand to Master Qinghuan to comfort him.
Nanyang arrived at the junction of the carriages, but instead of going to the toilet, he turned into the small space where he got on and off the train. It's a recessed secret place, and it's only when you approach it that you notice that it can still be used for people. Nanyang walked there, instantly relieved his strength, put his elbows against the wall, and raised his hand to Ming Wancheng.
Tomorrow night Cheng understood, and immediately handed her the thick stack of tissues in his hand.
Nanyang covered his mouth and nose with a thick stack of tissues, his eyes were tightly closed, and his eyelashes were trembling on his eyelids.
It didn't take long for the thick tissue to be dyed blood red.