Let it go, rainbow fart

Chapter 11

Ning Han is not a fool.

Although his lines became less after the play was changed, his words were sonorous and his sentences were refined.A long pile of lines was condensed into five famous quotes, which raised the image of the character to another level.

The screenwriter who can write such wonderful lines must be a smart person, so how could he not know that this modification is highlighting the role of Ling Xiao?

Ning Han knew in his heart that the screenwriter was clearly targeting him.But isn't that person Liang Jian's screenwriter?Aren't you a black fan who wants to scold him to death?Why would you suddenly want to help him?

Ning Han couldn't understand it.

The current black fans are really incomprehensible...

However, the screenwriter offended Liang Jian, the great Buddha, so the days to come must be difficult.Knowing that he would make his situation like this, he still helped him.

In any case, Ning Han decided to say thank you.

In the evening, when the crew was having dinner, he glanced around and saw Qiao Shuran sitting in the corner of the crew, holding a box lunch and typing on the computer.

Ning Han walked over and asked politely, "Hello, may I sit down?"

Qiao Shuran was concentrating on coding the script and didn't pay attention to the person coming. When he heard the voice raised his head, he was holding a piece of lettuce in his mouth.

Qiao Shuran: "...!!"

Ning Han? !What is the situation? ! Whathappened? ? ! ! !

While sucking the vegetable leaf, Qiao Shuran nodded in a daze, pausing every time, like a pile driver.

Of course you can sit! ! !Sit and sit! ! !sit down! ! !You can sit on my lap! ! !

Seeing him nodding, Ning Han opened the chair next to him and sat down. He deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I asked specifically. Brother Liang has already returned to the hotel, so I came to look for you."

Brother Liang was referring to Liang Jian, and Ning Han was worried that if Liang Jian saw that his screenwriter was communicating with his opponent, he would not know how he would embarrass him.

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he also felt weird, how could he feel that he was secretly buying the opponent.

Qiao Shuran's brain is still shutting down, the speed of information processing is very slow, and all her attention is on the word "Looking for you".

"Brother Ning Han, yes, what's the matter?" He licked the vegetable oil on his mouth.

Feeling that her mouth was oily, Qiao Shuran raised her sleeve in a panic, trying to wipe it on her mouth.Unexpectedly, just as the arm was raised halfway, it was held by Ning Han.

Qiao Shuran: "..."

Ning Han's hand was an empty ceremonial hand, with only his fingers lightly resting on it, holding Qiao Shuran's arm through the fabric of his clothes.

For a moment, Qiao Shuran froze, her heart seemed to be placed in a closed space, moving up and down, and there were heavy echoes from the four walls, like a bell was ringing.

He and idol had the first... physical contact? !

Ning Han took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Qiao Shuran: "Use this."

Qiao Shuran stared at him blankly, but didn't respond.Ning Han smiled slightly, and handed the handkerchief in front of him again.

This action reminded Qiao Shuran of five years ago, when they first met, Ning Han gave him the yellow stewed chicken in the same way.

Qiao Shuran took the handkerchief, pressed it cleanly on her mouth, and said calmly, "Thank you."

A soft "thank you" on the mouth, in fact, the soul has already sang the song "Grateful Heart" with Tengger's voice.

Ning Han: "I should be the one who said this to you."

"?" Qiao Shuran was stunned: "I, me? What can I thank you for?"

Seeing his bewildered expression, Ning Han started to remind him, "It's about changing the show today."

"Oh, oh," Qiao Shu suddenly realized, and at the same time felt a little embarrassed: "You said this..."

Although this is a righteous act, after all, Liang Jian is his master, and now he betrays his master and secretly communicates with the "enemy country", he always feels like he is selling the country.

Qiao Shuran looked at Ning Han with complicated eyes: "Brother, although I am in Cao Ying and my heart is in Han, I can't put it on the surface. This is about being dragged into a pig cage... No, I am about to be He was tied to a stake in public to be burned at the stake.

This matter must be clarified, he hurriedly said: "Don't get me wrong, I am not a friendly army!"

Ning Han: "..." Are current black fans so straightforward?

Qiao Shuran regretted her words as soon as she uttered them. This mouth will definitely make mistakes!Not a friendly army, could it be an enemy army?

He hastened to make up for it, "I mean, the matter of changing the drama... I also did it for the overall effect of the drama, and I didn't mean to anyone." .”

Please call me Huo Lei Feng.

Ning Han understood in seconds, this kind of thing, you know and I know, tacit understanding.

He pursed his lips and nodded his understanding: "I understand." After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Then, brother Liang didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

"No, no, no," Qiao Shuran shook his head, pretending to smile relaxedly, "It's all for the good of the show, brother Liang will definitely understand."

How could there be no embarrassment, Liang Jian was so angry that he was like a gas tank on fire, which could blow him up to death at any time.Now Qiao Shuran is living in fear, with thorns on her back.

"That's good," Ning Han said with a smile, "If Brother Liang makes things difficult for you because of this matter, I can say something nice for you. Anyway, I still have a scene with Brother Liang tomorrow, and then—"

"No, no, no," Qiao Shuran waved her hands in fright.

I thought to myself, is the male god really naive or fake naive?As the master's opponent, he still wants to say good things for me?Doesn't this mean that the boss's enemies want to intercede for me?Isn't this adding fuel to the fire?Doesn't this make me die faster, more tragically and more heroically?

"If you speak nice words for me, brother Liang will really embarrass me..." Qiao Shuran's face was as ugly as if he had eaten a ton of canned herring.

Ning Han was taken aback for a moment, and Qiao Shuran laughed with a "puchi", "Okay, okay, I'm just joking with you, don't go or not."

Qiao Shuran let out a long sigh of relief, and found that he seemed to be acting a little too obviously, so he put away his expression again.

Ning Han, who is a professional actor, can't tell when a person is acting real and when he is restraining himself.Seeing Qiao Shuran's appearance, he couldn't help smiling again.

This black powder is quite interesting.

Gradually, the smile on Ning Han's face changed from polite to sincere, and the burden of being a celebrity was also unloaded, and the two had a very happy chat.

The corner where they were sitting was a bit dark, but Ning Han's eyes were bright.

When he smiled, his eyelashes curled and his brows brightened, as if he had lit a small lamp in this dark corner, emitting a warm yellow light.

Qiao Shuran's thumping heartbeat turned into countless flying moths, and rushed towards the light.

That night, in the room on the fourteenth floor of the hotel, Ning Han was playing with his mobile phone.When he checked Weibo, he clicked on [Ning Han's Little Rainbow].

For five years, he has always clicked into this blog from time to time.When work is not going well, when filming is tiring, when daily life is boring, Boli's rainbow fart can comfort him.

A few minutes ago, this blogger just updated a Weibo——

[Ning Han's Little Rainbow]:

"When your eyes are looking forward, it is like ripples on the shore of Lake Baikal, which arouses my heartstrings to vibrate;

When your eyes are smiling, it is like sparks rising from the bonfire in the forest, illuminating the corners of my heart.

After seeing your eyes, we know that the Milky Way has absorbed light in the world. "

There is no picture in this text, it is more like a blogger expressing his feelings.

Ning Han quietly clicked a thumbs up with his trumpet.

In the room on the fourth floor downstairs, Qiao Shuran was also playing with his mobile phone.He just took the time to post a rainbow fart, and he never bothered to check Weibo after that.

He was busy looking at Ning Han's circle of friends.

This evening, he and Ning Han added WeChat.It was Ning Han who took the initiative to add him.

He was completely stunned at first, the male god wanted to add WeChat to him, Qiao Shuran's voice was trembling, "Add, add WeChat? Us?"

Ning Han smiled slightly and frowned deliberately: "Yes, you don't want to?"

Qiao Shuran's facial features became rigid on the spot, and his soul ascended to heaven.

In fact, Ning Han didn't expect that he would want to take the initiative to add the other party's WeChat.Qiao Shuran came from the opposite family firstly, and secondly was his black fan, no matter what, it shouldn't be the relationship between WeChat friends.

But think about it from another angle. Firstly, if someone helps you at the risk of being fired, it is the most basic courtesy to say hello and add a WeChat account; secondly...

In fact, there is no second.

It's purely because he thinks that this black fan is not as scary as he imagined before. After chatting, this person seems to be pretty good.Everyone is in the film and television industry. It is always right to make more friends. Maybe there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future?

Ning Han admits that he has a little selfishness - the selfishness of wanting to turn the other party's way.

He thought, maybe if we get in touch more and express our friendly and sincere side more, the misunderstanding between everyone can be resolved?

After all, Ning Han felt quite wronged by Qiao Shuran's scolding of "playing big names", "not focusing on acting", and "a lot of black material".

Seeing that he didn't take out his phone for a long time, Ning Han thought that Qiao Shuran was afraid of Liang Jian, so he smiled and said, "It's okay, brother Liang didn't add me, even if we interact in Moments, he won't know."

Qiao Shuran immediately wanted to say, regardless of Brother Liang or not, being able to add the male god WeChat is my blessing, Qiao Shuran, who cultivated in eight lifetimes, okay? !

With a turbulent heart, he calmly took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code, and added friends.

"'This is a lemon tree'," Qiao Shuran hesitated to read when he saw Ning Han's WeChat nickname.

He wanted to cry a little.

This lemon tree will surely flourish, bloom and bear fruit, bathed in sunlight, soaked in the breeze, and will produce more and more small lemons.

"Yes, this is me," Ning Han said with a little embarrassment, "My surname is Ning, so my fans are called 'Lemon'."

I know!I know!Brother I know! ! !

Me me me is your lemon too! ! ! ! ! !

I, Qiao Shuran, are also your fans! ! !

Qiao Shuran suppressed the urge to nod madly, a voice in his brain tried his best to control the field: "Brother Qiao, don't be so fucking excited! Talk! Answer! Idol is talking to you! Answer him!"

Yes, what are you talking about?lemon……

cute?acid?Whitening?Soak the slices in water to drink?

After being dazed for a while, Qiao Shuran said stupidly, "This name is really...full of vitamin C."

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