I, Qing Huan

On New Year's Eve, most people in the dance crew chose to stay in the crew for the New Year.

Li Dong thoughtfully gave the whole team a day off. Not only did he have a holiday, he also looked for outsourcing and found a hotel for a New Year's Eve banquet. Originally, this was just a dinner within the crew, for everyone to get together to have a New Year’s Eve dinner, but Li Dong and the producer put together a lot, and attracted the sponsorship of the current very popular short video platform to bring the crew tonight The whole banquet was broadcast live on the mobile phone.

In this way, not only received a large advertising fee, but also made some exposure to "God Dance" in advance. Zhu Qinghuan and Xia Shan are both top stars, and there will be a large number of fans to watch. When they top the live broadcast of the day, they will attract a group of passers-by to join in the fun. At that time, the show, the actors, and the live broadcast platform will win three wins.

Zhu Qinghuan hadn't planned to attend this banquet, but now things have deteriorated. This is not a simple New Year's Eve dinner for the crew, but a commercial event. Since it has something to do with interests, she can't decide whether to go or not.

Of course, Li Dong will not let the enthusiasm of Nanyang go. Her marriage with Zhu Qinghuan is now being watched by everyone. If she can appear in the live broadcast with Zhu Qinghuan, he and the sponsor dad can laugh more. Two pleats come.

Li Dong contacted Nanyang with a nervous mind. He could see that Nanyang didn't like to join in this kind of excitement. After all, he was behind the Mei family, and he couldn't help it if he didn't want to come. However, Nanyang unexpectedly agreed, and he agreed very readily. She only asked Li Dong one question: Will Qing Huan go?

Li Dong said of course, Nan Yang said, then I will go too.

At five o'clock in the afternoon on the New Year's Eve, the crew has almost arrived at the Fengxian Building where the banquet is scheduled. On the first floor of the building, a special hall was opened for them as a venue. The venue was decorated in red. After all, there were red paper lanterns around during the New Year. Spring Festival couplets were also posted at the entrance. Red balloons were hung on the chandeliers. . Xia Shan arrived early, and his assistant kept telling him something. He looked like his left ear came in and his right ear came out, just looking around for Zhu Qinghuan's figure.

At about six o'clock, Xiaoye's nanny car arrived at the door of the hotel.

Nanyang and Zhu Qinghuan got out of the car together. Although there is a live broadcast today, it is not a major scene after all, and there is no need to wear a dress. Daily clothes are enough.

Zhu Qinghuan was wearing a light blue woolen coat with a camel-colored cashmere scarf around her neck. The coat had no buttons and the beige turtleneck sweater was faintly exposed. She was dressed plainly and her makeup was light, but her long curly hair was draped, and even her plain dress was enchanting, and people couldn't help looking at her with lustful eyes.

Nanyang stood beside her and took off her down jacket as soon as she entered the hotel. She is wearing an AnnDeuleester white shirt today, which is different from the ordinary white shirt. This is a shirt with a European court style. The sides are wide puff sleeves, and the sleeves are laced inside the upper arms and elbows. Tightened, the long tie was knotted and hung behind her elbow. As soon as she raised her arm, she could see those beautiful laces swaying back and forth, very beautiful.

Such court-style shirts generally open the neckline and expose some collarbones. But Nanyang still buckled every button tightly.

Zhu Qinghuan can't help but go to see Nanyang secretly. This shirt matches her temperament well. Retro, elegant and extravagant.

The mobile phone used for live broadcast has been set up in the middle of the venue, and Li Dong has specially arranged the surroundings. He has prepared many interesting sessions for the audience today.

Bundles of bamboo and folded red cloth on the first table, let everyone make lanterns together for a while. On the second table are three stacks of couplet papers, each of the protagonists writes a pair, and puts it back on Weibo to forward the lottery to the fans. On the third table are arranged flour and water for everyone to make dumplings together. This involves a small game. In addition to these three tables, there is also a long table on the periphery, which is filled with various desserts, cakes, and red wine drinks, which can be taken at any time.

As the assistant director Qian Dao saw Nanyang and Zhu Qinghuan came, he beckoned them to the mobile phone for the live broadcast and asked them to say hello to their long-awaited fans.

"Come and come, you guys are looking forward to a long time for Zhu Zhu and boss Nan has arrived," Qian Dao used to be a host before, and his mouth is very smooth, and he will also come. "Everyone, please check the screen! Thank you [baby shark] The crown is sent, thank you [South Boss, fast debut] for the colorful fireworks, thank you [祝祝要在上] for the carnival, I wish all fans in the live broadcast a happy new year! Don’t forget to double-click the screen, double-click! Double-click! Little love!"

Zhu Qinghuan followed along and said a few words asking for a double click. Qian Dao was very excited, and regardless of whether Nanyang was willing or not, he yelled at the screen and asked Nanyang to say something.

Nan Yang's expression is not very good. Zhu Qinghuan was so scrupulous that it was live broadcast, quietly pulled the tie on Nanyang's puff sleeve, and shook her head.

Nanyang gritted his teeth and resisted his displeasure, looked at the camera, and squeezed out a few words from between his lips and teeth:

"Old Iron...double...strike, 6...66."

Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang with a complicated expression.

The expression on that face is really gloomy, it's more like saying: Old Tie, if you dare to double-click, I will let you grow the shape of the grass to 666 next year.

Zhu Qinghuan ignored the frenzied barrage on the mobile phone's public screen and hurriedly pulled Nan Yang away from the camera. She pinched Nanyang's puff sleeves with her fingers, led her to a quiet corner of the dining table, brought her a small dish, and asked her to fetch the cake by herself.

There was still no smile in Nan Yang's eyebrows, but it was much more soothed than before. She quietly held her small plate, picked up one after another colorful desserts, and put them in until they became a hill.

"Don't eat so much, I will make dumplings later." Zhu Qinghuan lightly hit Nanyang's hand with the fork in his hand.

As expected, Nanyang took his hand, and didn't take it anymore.

There is a cake made into a lollipop. It is round with a layer of blue chocolate and a paper stick is inserted on it, which is easy to hold and eat. Nanyang held a small dish in one hand, and put a lollipop cake in his mouth in the other. One side of the cheek was stuffed up by her, round like a hamster.

When she took it into her mouth, her eyes were bent. Qing Huan noticed her little expression and knew she liked to eat this, so she took another one and put it on Nanyang's plate, "I'll give you another one."

Nan Yang took it up graciously, and before he finished chewing the one in his mouth, he stuffed the new one into the empty cheek on the other side.

Both sides bulged together, more like hamsters.

"You swallow it before eating," Zhu Qinghuan sighed helplessly, poured a glass of soda and handed it to Nanyang, "Why are you so greedy."

Nanyang took the soda, slowly chewed and swallowed, and took a sip of water.

Tomorrow night will also arrive. She is wearing a festive red coat and a brown scarf today. As soon as she enters the venue, she smiled and said "Happy New Year" to Nanyang.

When the live broadcast ended over there, Li Dong and Qian Dao started to make lanterns together at the first table.

The bamboo and red cloth were divided into small portions according to a fixed amount. Everyone had one portion, and the protagonists stood beside their own portion frowning and pondering. Nan Yang thought she and Qing Huan would make one together, but Li Dong did not expect Li Dong to prepare a separate one for her.

Her handbook is inconvenient. Moreover, even if it was convenient, she couldn't do such a job. It couldn't be done three thousand years ago.

The bamboo sticks were only used, and after a light nest, they broke off with a snap.

Nanyang looked at the broken bamboo strip in his hand, suddenly raised his eyes, looked at Qinghuan, and said, "Teach me."

Qing Huan has always done these things well. At this moment, she is also doing her share carefully. When Nan Yang called her, she didn't raise her head, but said, "I will teach you later, you come by yourself first."

"No. You teach me." Nan Yang's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Wait."

Zhu Qinghuan still focuses on the lantern in his hand.

Nan Yang looked at the bamboo strips that he had divided in his hand, looked at it for a while, and threw them back to the table angrily.

She lowered her head, looked at the red cloth of bamboo strips pressed under her fingertips, and remembered that year's New Year's Eve.

After eating dinner that night, 17-year-old Qing Huan came to her bedroom to teach her to make lanterns. They were not yet together at that time, she was still a lofty lord, and she was still a gentle and humble little apprentice. Qing Huan patiently taught her every step of making a lantern, but she always couldn't learn it, so Qing Huan walked to her and held her hand, trying to guide her to explore.

And she took away her hand almost the moment Qinghuan covered the back of her hand.

She said to Qing Huan coldly: Don't touch me.

Under the candlelight, Qing Huan's hands hung awkwardly in the air, and his dim and painful eyes, seemed to sway slightly in front of him with the dim light.

Nan Yang's brows deepened again.

Recalling all the past, it is regrettable.

She was in a trance when she suddenly felt someone tap the back of her hand with a finger. She looked up and saw a light smile wearing a warm beige turtleneck standing in front of her, holding a brand-new bamboo piece in her hand: "Come to teach you."

The fingers on the table shrank instantly.

Nan Yang lowered his voice and asked very softly:

"... Hold my hand to teach, can you?"

Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, her ear tips were a little red, she looked around, and the mobile phone watching the live broadcast was shooting here, and she subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Nan Yang saw her hesitation and lowered her eyes: "Forget it."

"I... I teach." She relented again.

Every time Nanyang showed a little disappointment, she couldn't help but compromise. She herself couldn't figure out why, as if she was born with an instinct.

Zhu Qinghuan’s height is two centimeters shorter than Nanyang. She stands at the left and rear of Nanyang, with her right arm looping around Nanyang’s waist, and resting on Nanyang’s right hand, and her left hand also goes around and touches Nanyang’s left thumb. . This posture was too ambiguous, it looked like she was hugging Nanyang tightly from behind, and because she had to look down at the bamboo pieces below, her chin would rub against the shirt on Nanyang's shoulder, making it more intimate.

She was so close to Nanyang for the first time.

Nanyang never sprayed perfume, but when she got closer, she realized that she had an elegant plum fragrance. It seems that she has been immersed in the plum garden for thousands of years, and the fragrance has penetrated into the bone marrow, unobtrusively, completely natural.

She smelled the scent of plum blossoms on Nan Yang's body, and her thoughts gradually fell into a trance. For some reason, she suddenly wanted to tighten her arms, took Nan Yang into her arms, rubbed her long hair, and kissed her earlobe.

If she really hugged her, would this cold woman lie on her shoulder obediently?

Perhaps...she would still be leaning over her ears, exhaling a warm and humid breath, whispering in a low voice, what she told herself on the day they got married--

"I like you."

Snapped.

The bamboo piece broke again.

After Qing Huan recovered, his face turned red with a brush.

Her fingers were still covering the back of Nanyang's hand, and Nanyang's hand was holding a bamboo sheet that had been split into two. The rupture of the bamboo piece lifted up the jagged wood wool, shaking tremblingly in the air.

An indifferent voice came from the front:

"Your fingertips are so hot."