I, Qing Huan

Qing Huan's heart warmed, lowered her head, and asked in a low voice: "Then you don't have the same thoughts as Teacher Bai? My relationship with Ziyan is really close. If you see me giving her food, you will not Will it be unhappy?"

Nanyang didn't speak for a long time, and Qinghuan 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."

Nanyang shrank her fingers on the window sill, tapped her fingertips on the mottled window pins, avoiding Qinghuan and looking out the car window. When she speaks again, her voice is very soft, so soft that if you don't listen carefully, you will not be able to hear her too soft tone:

"If you look at others more, I will be unhappy."

Nan Yang pursed his lips, and seemed to feel that what he said was out of style, and said:

"However, whether I am not happy is just my own business. I am not happy. It only means that I am short-spirited. It does not mean that you are wrong. I will not affect your normal social life because of my emotions. Don't worry about me too much."

Qinghuan dumbfounded.

She didn't know how to respond for a while.

My mind was vague and wandering around, in addition to being moved, another kind of worry also breeds.

If Nan Yang didn't say it today, she would probably never know it for the rest of her life. It turns out that she cares so much about her kindness to other people. How much is this woman holding back, unwilling to say, unwilling to say, can't say in her heart? She was lucky enough to dig out a deeply buried root of rot today, but there must be other things that made Nanyang uncomfortable that she had hidden strictly.

But what can she blame? Nanyang's character is like that, he doesn't take the initiative to say anything when he is bored, and doesn't take the initiative to ask for things he likes. Sometimes when encountering delicious food, I was so restrained that I didn't want to pick up more chopsticks. When I fed her by myself, I saw her eyes bend slightly, only to realize that she liked that food.

"Next time if I do something that makes you unhappy, you have to tell me," Qing Huan squeezed Nanyang's hand, her voice filled with distress, "I don't want to make you sad either."

"I'm not sad." Nan Yang frowned, his eyes seemed a little annoyed, regretting telling the truth.

Qing Huan caught her emotional change and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm telling you this, I don't want to interfere with you," Nanyang frowned, "what you were like before, and what you will be like before, don't need to change anything because of me. If you don't do what you want because of me, I will be sad."

Qing Huan was stunned, then couldn't help but smile, and squeezed Nan Yang's hand:

"stupid."

Don't turn your head in Nanyang, shut your mouth and watch the scenery flying by the window.

The VJ who followed them came out of the box and took a look at them with the camera on his back: "Hey, are the two teachers waiting for me?"

The two interrupted the conversation, remembering that they still had the game task to complete, so they diverted their attention first. They still follow the original idea, go to the locomotive to see Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng, and they have done punishment along the way. It shouldn't be difficult to ask for twenty votes.

The soft sleepers were jammed with passengers watching the excitement. If it weren't for the conductor to stop them, they would have been able to directly open the doors of Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan's boxes for sightseeing. After all, Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan are the most popular group. Looking at them, there are not a few of them. It was a bit hard for Qing Huan and Nanyang to pass through.

When celebrities are far away from ordinary people, they have high or low popularity, just like handicrafts placed in the window. People watch them holding a shelf and express their likes and dislikes with their chins. But once the celebrity walks up close, people's excitement and excitement have nothing to do with popularity, likes and dislikes. Whether they like the star or not, they will feel suffocating and dizzy. Perhaps it is because this kind of strong unreality will bring people a kind of abnormal and romantic satisfaction, which makes them suddenly realize that these people who live in a plane really breathe the same air as them.

So even though Bai Cen’s fans are all around the soft sleeper, when Nanyang and Qinghuan passed by, the girls also twitched their facial features like crazy, holding their mobile phones and taking photos. Nanyang and Qinghuan passed through and walked far. They also subconsciously followed for a short while, but soon realized the person they really wanted to see, and ran back to the soft sleeper compartment to wait.

Along the way, most of the passengers actually stayed in their seats honestly. Everyone has their own busy schedules, and most of them are people traveling alone, who cannot easily leave their seats and luggage.

Qinghuan's nationality is relatively high, so she finds some young boys and girls to vote for herself. Even if those young people don't like her, they will know her more often, so they can vote for it and ask for an autograph or a group photo. Nanyang followed her in silence all the time, and said nothing. Soon, twenty votes will be enough.

When they found Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng, the two were playing the game you draw and guess with passers-by. It should be the first task they were assigned to. Seeing Nan Yang and Qing Huan coming over, Cheng Cheng's small body squeezed in the corner of the hard seat can't wait to jump up, beckoning again and again: "Master, ancestor, you finally came to see us!"

The hard-seat environment is indeed much worse. The people here are too mixed and the density is terribly large. The cars are full of messy smells, foot smell, sweat smell, plastic smell, even the most common instant noodle smell, you can just take a bite. Instantly distinguish dozens of categories such as braised beef, old sauerkraut, and mushroom stewed chicken. Air-conditioning does not seem to be enough to dilute these flavors, especially when crowds gather to see the stars. Just like dumplings, the soup is muddy.

Although Cheng is a newcomer tomorrow night, and Qi Yi is outside the circle, they can’t hold back their excellent performance in the advance version. They attracted a lot of big five-three CP fans and Qi Yi’s ghost story fans. Everyone knows. Tomorrow night Cheng was preparing for the college entrance examination, and a few well-meaning student fans also sent their own tutoring materials to Ming night Cheng.

Tomorrow night Cheng will sit by the window, Qi Yi sits next to her, and a stack of guidance books and papers from well-wishers are on the table. There were passengers all around, and the heads of the people gathered together, and Nanyang began to feel uncomfortable just by looking at it.

Qi Yi smiled and said, "Hey, come, come, sit down. Do you want to play a game with us, you draw me guess? After the game, I can just go to the dining car for dinner together."

The passenger on the opposite side voluntarily gave up two positions. Nan Yang frowned as he looked at the crumpled seat cover. Qing Huan knew that she cared about the uneven things, so she walked over to smooth it, and then she sat down.

"Do you want to play?" Qing Huan asked Nan Yang beside him, propping his chin.

Nanyang shook his head blankly.

"That's not going to play," Qing Huan let her go, "Xiaoyi, you guys are tired of playing too, let's talk for a while."

"Okay, let's talk for a while." Qi Yi smiled and put away the pen and paper on the table. Seeing Cheng also happily coming over tomorrow night, he raised his eyebrows, "Acheng, the task is finished, what should you do? ?"

Tomorrow night, he was taken aback, "Again, writing papers again?"

Qi Yi's eyes are self-evident.

Tomorrow night Cheng Cheng sighed a long sigh, pulled a Chinese paper on the side, played with the pen you drew I guessed, and started writing. It seems that she has gradually become accustomed to this kind of life, Qi Yi asked her to write, and she would not resist anymore.

"You just came over from the sleeper?" Qi Yi asked Qing Huan.

"Yes, I also found Ziyan to play Fighting Landlords halfway through," Qing Huan did not mention the unpleasantness of having trouble with Bai Jinqiu. There were too many people around, and even if there were few people, she would not be beaked with friends It happened, "I just got out of the box and sat down here. This environment is really a heaven and an underground."

Tomorrow night Cheng interrupted and said: "Let's go find Ziyan to play later."

Qing Huan paused, thought about it for a moment, and said vaguely: "Acheng, don't bother them."

Tomorrow night Cheng was like a villain, Qing Huan said so, she immediately changed her words: "Then we will go to your sleeper in a while."

"You come here if you are too far away." Qing Huan smiled.

They chatted casually, and the surroundings were quite noisy, and the voices of many people were surging in their ears, and passers-by pointed at the mobile phone and flashlight connected here. Nan Yang resisted his body's aversion to this environment and silently looked out the window in a daze.

I don't know when the sunset has appeared on the horizon. The sunset is like a round and freshly cooked egg yolk, and a few white clouds are scattered over it, as if the egg shells were not picked.

It was almost time, VJ received a notice from PD and asked them to go to the dining car for dinner.

The dining car was temporarily cleared out of the field, in order to fix the shooting frame and multiple cameras around, and also to prevent them from being disturbed by fans who suddenly came over during their meal. When the few people passed by, Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan were already sitting there.

The dining cars are all four-seaters, so besides, the director team added two more seats so that the six of them can sit on a table. It’s a bit crowded, but it’s also more focused for shooting.

Cen Ziyan looked like he wanted to talk and stopped. She seemed to want to apologize to Qing Huan again, but was afraid that she would take the initiative to speak to Qing Huan, and Bai Jinqiu would embarrass the other party again. Qing Huan could see her thoughts, and nodded at her, indicating that she understood.

Nan Yang and Bai Jinqiu had choked before, and the director group was actually a little worried that they would get together and quarrel again. But the two of them were calm tempered. As long as Bai Jinqiu didn't target Qing Huan, Nan Yang wouldn't bother to speak. And as long as Qing Huan doesn't provoke Cen Ziyan, Bai Jinqiu will not take the initiative to find faults at all. She has no extra energy allocated to such silly things, and only Cen Ziyan is in her mind.

The pre-dinner director team led them to make a mini game, but everyone was hungry for a day and basically didn't feel any mood to play the game again, and it was over soon after the meeting was over. The food was served, the table was quiet, no one chatted.

PD was a little worried on the side, not knowing how to cut this section in the feature film.

Halfway through the meal, Nanyang suddenly put down his chopsticks, stood up unhurriedly, tapped his fingertips on the table in front of Cheng Ming, "Come with me."

Tomorrow night there was a chicken leg in his mouth, and he looked up blankly: "Huh? What are you going to do?"

"……To the restroom."

Qing Huan also put his chopsticks down and said, "I'll go with you."

"No, you eat yours." Nanyang refused, and looked at Ming Wancheng again, "You follow me."

Knowing something must have happened tomorrow night, Cheng immediately swallowed the meat in his mouth, hurriedly pulled a stack of tissues in his hand and got up, followed Nanyang, and waved his hand to Master Qinghuan to soothe.

Nanyang arrived at the junction of the carriages, but did not enter the toilet, but turned into the small space where she got on and off the car. This is a recessed hidden place, and only when you approach here will you notice that it can treat people. Nan Yang walked there, instantly relieved his strength, leaned his elbow against the wall, and raised his hand to Ming Wancheng.

Cheng understood tomorrow night, and immediately handed her the thick stack of tissues in her hand.

Nanyang put a thick stack of tissues over her mouth and nose, her eyes closed tightly, her eyelashes trembling on her eyelids.

It didn't take long for the thick tissues to be dyed blood red.