Stop fishing, can't stand it

Chapter 10

Song Xueyan: I laughed.

The top floor of the hotel is isolated from the heavy traffic and the chirping of birds and insects. The cold air of the air conditioner spreads across every corner, and the cold air of the refrigerator blows Yanqi's face.

He froze in place.

Arms stretched across the waist, the fabric rubbed against each other softly, Song Xueyan pinched a corner of the apron with both hands, pulled it back and fitted it to Yan Qi's waist.

With his head half down, his soft hair swept across Yan Qi's back. After confirming the position, he retracted his arms and fixed the thin belt in the middle of Yan Qi's lower back.

This series of movements was quick and light, pulling out a thin white thread within Yan Qi's sensory range, restraining, disturbing and manipulating his thinking ability.

Song Xueyan was hugging him - no, she was helping him tie his waist? !

Why help him, he has no hands?

He was just kind enough to help. After all, the chef is very hardworking, so he just helped to tie an apron.

But he never helped his dad tie his waist!

Miscellaneous thoughts ran wildly in his mind, Yan Qi was very dazed and confused.

What did Song Xueyan look like just now?Will she lower her head slightly when approaching him, with the hair on her forehead only a tenth of a millimeter away from him?As for the expression, is it still as cold as usual, or—fuck, Song Xueyan hugged him!

The Fat Cow Box let out a shrill scream in his hand, but Yan Qi didn't notice, a series of stars swirled in front of his eyes, making him dizzy.

Song Xueyan walked a little further, just enough to put her chin on his shoulder, like a real back hug.Then Song Xueyan said a word, the breath would spray in his ears, he——

Fuck/Ah, Song Xueyan hugged him!

Suddenly, the sealed packaged fat cow box made a crisp sound, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Yan Qi suddenly came back to his senses, and looked down—yes, the box was cracked.

His Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed, his wrists and fingers suddenly lost strength and became numb.

Song Xueyan took a step back and saw Yan Qi staring blankly at the refrigerator, with his mouth slightly open, his tail stopped wagging, listless, and became a silly dog.

He thought it was funny, but when he raised his hand to straighten his clothes, he quietly stroked his restless heart, and calmly helped Yan Qi find a step, "The quality of the packing box is too bad."

"Ah, yes." Yan Qi covered the crack on the box like a cover-up, pretending to be angry and not forgetting to take the opportunity to throw the pot away, "Shameless profiteers, selling expensive and using cheaply, next time we will change to another one!"

He quickly took out the ingredients to be used, and put them away one by one, feeling guilty, panicked, confused and ashamed, he didn't dare to look back at Song Xueyan, and went to wash the vegetables with his tail between his legs.

Song Xueyan sat back on the high chair, took the opportunity to brighten her eyes, and just stared at Yan Qi, like a cat stealing fish.

Yan Xi's eyes are full of meat and vegetables, and "108 pictures of Song Xueyan wearing a waistband" flashes in his head. His back is still hot and his heart is still racing. He has no time to worry about other things.

After tossing for an hour, the tomato fat beef pot with rich soup and sauce was served on the table, served with two bowls of white rice, served with a pile of sour radish kimchi, and finally a bowl of potato soup, and lunch was settled.

After the meal, Chef Yan glanced at Song Xueyan, whose lips were red from eating, took the initiative to clean up the dishes, and told Song Xueyan to play on the sidelines.

Song Xueyan rubbed her belly and sat on the chair without moving.He has no special pursuit of food, delicacies from mountains and seas and seasonal vegetables are all to meet the human body's needs for food, and he usually eats nutritious meals or fitness meals during work.But no matter what you eat, you will be at most [-]% full. This meal is greatly overloaded.

After Yan Qi cleaned up the kitchen table, he untied his apron, and turned his head to see that Song Xueyan was supporting the island table with her elbows, her upper body relaxed slightly, her eyelids were folded, like a cat sleeping in the afternoon after a full stomach. lazy cat.

Fair-skinned and beautiful, elegant and beautiful, even when he is lazy, he has a sense of dignity, and he really looks like a prince.

Dad looked at his son, it was normal.

Taking advantage of this legitimate reason, Yan Qi glanced at Song Xueyan several times.

Yan Qi is a crazy monster, but today he was going to join the group. He quickly took a shower and changed into new equipment. He put on his shoes and prepared to go out 5 minutes earlier than the planned departure time.But when Song Xueyan came out slowly, 5 minutes had already passed.

Well, a loneliness ahead of time.

The two got into Yanqi's RV one after another, and Xiaobing drove to the film and television city.

Song Xueyan sat down on the sofa, leaned back, and said, "Director Fang doesn't pay much attention to these things. He has set 03:30, so he will start on time at 03:30. If you are late, he won't wait for you one more second. If you arrive early , he won't look at you more."

Yan Qi squatted beside him, peeled a lychee and stuffed it into his mouth, said vaguely: "I'm a newcomer, I'll be the first to go, so I'm more sincere."

Song Xueyan glanced at Yan Qi, who was wiping his slender, skinny fingers with a wet towel. His eyes flashed, and he said, "The real sincerity lies in the play. Although today is a round-up reading, it is very important. There are more than one The three of us, you have to hang on, lest you will be scolded and face red, and you will not be able to get off the stage in public."

Yan Xi had a big heart and said, "Then I will also straighten my back in front of people."

Song Xueyan said: "Then you just droop your ears and cry when you go back?"

"I haven't cried since I can remember." Yan Qi raised his eyebrows arrogantly, and grinned his teeth again in the next second, "Mr. Song, the tone of your words just now is really like a good senior who cares about the younger generation."

""During the avalanche, not a single snowflake felt responsible." Song Xueyan's tone was very light, "I was afraid that I couldn't help it, so I made one of them. "

Yan Qi threw the wet wipes into the trash can and shut up.

When the two arrived, Fang Zhouji was sitting at the rectangular table reading the script, with a custom-made white-bottomed ceramic mug that was very popular a while ago, with a row of red letters on it—Member of Fu Xue Association.

Yan Qi has seen this cup before, and his brother also customized a cup before, with red letters on a white background - director of the Fu Xue Association.

Screenwriter He Songyun sat on the right side of Fang Zhouji. He was a bookish looking man in his early thirties with a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on his nose. When he saw them coming, he got up.

Contrary to Yan Qi's expectation, He Songyun went over Song Xueyan and only shook hands with him.He glanced at Song Xueyan, who was already seated first on the left, and before he thought about whether there was any conflict between the two, the actors and crew who participated in the reading today arrived one after another.

They shook hands one after another, and seeing that they didn't even think about shaking hands with Song Xueyan, Yan Qi was shocked: Song Xueyan's popularity is too bad!Isn't he the man who is known as the white moonlight in the circle, who crawls everywhere with fans?Could it be that the crew just brought together actors who didn't like him?

Looking at Song Xueyan again, this person is reading the script with his head down, silent, looking so lonely.

The first seat on the right and next to Song Xueyan had an empty seat, Yan Qi stepped to the first seat on the right, slipped his palm from the tip of the chair back, and walked around to Song Xueyan's side.He sat down, tilted his head and whispered, "You don't need to thank me."

Song Xueyan, who was caressing the corner page of the script: "?"

The pointer swept past the agreed time, and everyone arrived. Fang Zhouji skipped the bragging session and went straight to the point.

The lines of supporting roles and supporting roles were narrated by the staff present, and the rest of the staff continued along the way. When they encountered problems, they raised them, and the director and screenwriter answered them, or discussed them together. Half of the progress was smooth for nearly two hours.

Song Xueyan took a sip of cold water, moistened her throat, and said, "I thought it was the rain knocking on the window, and I didn't think it was a distinguished guest coming to the door. Your son came at night, what advice do you have?"

Yan Qi's heart skipped a beat when he saw the pink fluorescent traces in the following paragraphs, the first bed/scene has arrived.

His Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes were unsteady, "I miss you, I want to see you, so I'm here."

"Uh..." Song Xueyan pursed her lips, but didn't answer, her face was a bit inexplicable.

Yan Qi waited for about half a minute, but she still hadn't heard Song Xueyan answering the words, she couldn't help thinking, Song Xueyan dared to lose her mind!

He glanced at Fang Zhouji who couldn't see any emotion on his face, and hurriedly bumped Song Xueyan's arm with his elbow, and coughed under his throat.

"Uh..." Song Xueyan gently turned his crutches back, picked up the paper cup and drank the remaining half cup of cold water in one gulp.

Yan Qi was bumped back by a kidnapper out of good intentions, and immediately became angry and wronged: Look at this distracted guy, how arrogant and ungrateful, he is really a big name.

At this moment, He Songyun said gently: "Xiaoyan, you did something wrong."

Yan Qi didn't know why He Songyun suddenly mentioned this, the alarm bell sounded in his heart, and he quickly vowed: "I'm right! Editor He, I really want to be an actor."

After finishing speaking, he felt worried, "Is it because my lines are too bad? After hearing this, you finally can't bear it anymore?"

The corner of He Songyun's mouth twitched, and he didn't answer for a while, Fang Zhouji also looked up at Yan Qi, feeling cold.

Seeing this, Yan Qi's heart turned cold, he pursed his lips, organized his words, and said firmly: "Editor He, Director Fang, it doesn't matter even if you think I'm too bad now, because I'm still determined. Will grow into a qualified actor, even a good actor."

Song Xueyan is Fang Zhouji's true love and an absolute benchmark for young actors. Looking at the audience, he is the most suitable argument no matter whether he is reasoning or not.

Yan Qi breathed out, and used his usual skills to flatter his brother, and said in a deep voice, "I will definitely learn from Teacher Song, step by step on the road to becoming a good actor, and never make mistakes."

His tone was pure and natural, with a rising tone, and there was a bit of arrogance of "who will compete with me". At this time, Long Aotian also got on his body, helping him to say impassionedly: "Don't bully the young and poor, don't dislike it." A rookie is frustrated, a teenager can ascend to the sky, and a rookie can win prizes!"

Teacher Song looked over, his eyes were [-]% similar to the last one in the bathroom of the racetrack that day.

Yan Qi quickly showed him a sincere smile, "Mr. Song, please don't question my attitude and sincerity."

"Pfft." The young actress sitting opposite Yan Qi couldn't help laughing.

Seeing Yan Qi looking over with a dazed expression, Chen Wanlu quickly lowered his head into the script.

But Yan Qi noticed that the corners of her mouth were raised very high.

what's so funny.His lips twitched, lacking in confidence, "I didn't joke... well, am I really so bad?"

This time there was more than one "poof".

Song Xueyan rubbed the corner pages, couldn't help it, and said nonchalantly: "Fool, editor He is saying that you read the wrong lines and read the wrong lines."

The author says:

Wang Yuchuan who dreamed of this scene: You idiot!

Yan Qi: Huh?

Wang Yuchuan: What a natural idiot!

Yan Qi: I burst into tears.

Little beauties, update with the list, rest tomorrow, see you the day after tomorrow——

“雪崩时，没有一片雪花觉得自己有责任。”原文引自《伏尔泰语录》感谢在2022-05-1920:30:45-2022-05-2019:00:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!