Text Volume 685 Ambiguous Dandelion ~ 4600 Will Be Updated

Those who stay with you for a long time are not like passers-by who meet by chance, nor are they like friends who appear in your life at a certain time and at a certain moment, stop and then leave. They are the most loyal close friends without hesitation.

It might be your family, it might be your lover, it might be your children.

No matter which one it is, we need to cherish it, because for anyone, the short life is more wonderful because of their company.

The softer mattress made Qin Guan fall asleep faster.

And the person he misses has already set foot on his own rhythm.

In the early morning of the next day, Qin Guan, who had a dreamless night and was refreshed, yawned and walked into the crew's cafeteria. When he was offered a Western-style breakfast by the logistics master, he kindly refused.

Among the Hong Kong actors who had already gathered at the side, Junru Wu, who was the most enthusiastic among them, said, "Qin Guan, pretty boy, why don't you eat, there is no guarantee of food during the filming, if you can't eat well"

Before she finished speaking, Sister Xue, who was dressed in casual clothes, came back from the outside: "Eat it while it's hot!"

A simple bento box, inside is a small alley wonton with beautiful soup, and a plastic bag is a fried bun covered with sesame seeds and shallots.

When you come to Shanghai, if you don’t eat an authentic Shanghai breakfast, isn’t that the same as coming for nothing?

In the soup made from fresh big bones hung with lard, small crystal-clear wontons undulate inside, and the red color of the thin-skinned fresh shrimps is revealed from the skin surface.

The oily pan-fried bun, with its unique crispness, reveals its true appearance of pure meat filling after being bitten open with a constant flow of juice.

Three wontons were blunt and one was fried. Before Qin Guan could recover, this became his last breakfast.

Because the rest, Zhou Xun who had just woken up unceremoniously, got the table where the actors gathered.

"You are welcome, come and try the authentic Shanghai dumplings."

Helpless sigh, accompanied by sister Zhou Xun's big smile, this dangerous smile made Qin Guan's scalp tingle for no reason.

It seems that she has seen the actor's little tricks, and she has also seen the most fearless resistance of a little fresh meat. In her eyes, this sister Zhou who is driving the tractor and motorcycle, Qin Guan's pale struggle opposite her, is nothing. Calculate.

This phenomenon is also reflected in more and more rivalry scenes between the two.

Qin watched Zhou Xun in the confrontation. During the collision between the two, the tension between the other party became stronger and stronger. He knew that this strong player in acting finally showed her ferocious minions.

That's right, such a level is the strength of a first-line acting actress. Those plays that were initially guided by Qin Guan finally turned into an evenly matched contest.

The people behind the camera began to applaud every wonderful moment for no reason.

Because of the wonderful performance of these two people, the other members of the crew were also full of energy for no reason. In less than a week, all the scenes belonging to Shanghai were over.

While directing the crew members to pack their things, Director Chen made contact with the group going to the capital.

The last overall plot of the whole play was completed in the compound beside the moat of the capital.

And the anti-theft background over there has already been prepared for them.

The dilapidated warehouse like 798 stood tenaciously beside the frozen moat.

There are old padded jackets, military overcoats, enamel jars and old food stamps, thick sweaters, and red five-pointed stars, all of which are the most typical features of that era.

And in this vicissitudes of the venue, there are memories that belong exclusively to the hero and heroine.

In the basement, the red slogan "No Parking of Bicycles" made everyone seem to see the red, professional, material-deficient, and newly awakened China.

At this time, Qin Guan was wearing a green sweater made of thick twisted woolen wool, a dusty gray padded jacket, and a People's Liberation Army bag diagonally, appearing in front of everyone.

'puff'

"What is this, handsome boy, you are willing to give up for this drama!"

On the bridge of Qin Guan's nose, there was an old-fashioned framed mirror, as if possessed by the dean, he walked in timidly.

The temperature next to the briquette stove must be two degrees higher. Regardless of Qin Guan, he squatted beside the iron stove with one long step.

He picked up the iron hook next to it, and took out the ashes with a 'crash' to make the big furnace burn more vigorously.

"Who found this prop, the cotton here is all lumpy, it doesn't keep warm at all!"

Zhou Xun, on the side, is now copying his hands together like a landlord's rich man without any image, holding them in front of his chest, and replied to Qin Guan's complaint: "You can be content, just look at me, The clothes they found for me were made of mohair, and if I wore them naked, they would prick me!"

Qin Guan looked up in response, and immediately lowered his head and shook his shoulders.

The current Zhou Xun, with a head full of instant noodles and a shape like hot steel wire, is simply horrible to look at.

She was wearing a red sweater and a messy purple skirt, and Qin Guan, who was also from the same country, looked at each other.

‘Puff ha ha ha! '

Qin Guan, who was smiling happily, stretched out a small hand from his ear for no reason, and touched his temple with glasses.

This is Zhou Xun's hand.

Qin Guan, who was a little vigilant, subconsciously turned his head away, but stopped his resistance when Zhou Xun stopped him.

"Don't move! There's cotton wool!"

That cold hand in the winter just touched Qin Guan's cheek like a feather brushing by.

It stayed between his temples for a while, and it covered his face unexpectedly.

The reflection of temperature caused Qin Guan's head to deviate again, but the hand followed him unswervingly.

The eyes that were finally lifted up in surprise collided with those big and flexible almond eyes.

He was hesitant to speak, how much sorrow, the kind of eyes that contained too much meaning, made Qin Guan, who had experienced many times of other people's joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys, unable to see clearly.

An ambiguous atmosphere was conveyed from Zhou Xun's hands, but when Qin Guan was about to get up and leave immediately, her hand was taken from his cheek in good time.

"Look, cotton wool, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Qin Guan subconsciously looked at the white fluff in the little hand in front of him. His clumsy, poor EQ was no longer enough to support his current thinking.

"I didn't expect that the cotton with broken cotton wool is really white, like a dandelion in spring, and the lightness is always accompanied by romance"

Zhou Xun's voice was getting lower and lower, and the hoarse voice added a bit of sexiness for no reason. (To be continued.)

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