Chapter 439

The atmosphere solidified. Su Qingchen moved his lips and organized his language. He said calmly: "Er Bao, listen to me. I didn't mean to, but I was just thinking about something. When you suddenly appeared, I was scared. Otherwise, I would..."

"Enough, enough, you mean it's all my fault? Ha ha, well, you can continue to think about your business here. I will go out to see Kong Mingdeng by myself. Hum! " Step back and pull the curtain of the tent roughly with both hands.

Su Qingchen held her forehead with helplessness on her face. He was tucking aside in his heart, Su also make complaints about his unreasonable attitude. He pulled aside his tent and pursued it.

However, as soon as he came out, he was amazed by the scenery.

The dark night, lit by hundreds of Kongming lamps, warm orange light, like a fire, like hope, brightened the whole night.

Su Qingchen looks up and keeps her eyes on the higher and higher Kongming lamp.

How beautiful

"No, I'll write it myself!"

Su Yiran's voice floated from afar. Su Qingchen's pleasant mood of enjoying the beautiful scenery suddenly broke into pieces.

It's better to make up with the playwright brother first

Su Qingchen walked in silence.

Su Yiran is writing to Kong Mingdeng. When he sees him coming, he looks up and gives him a dull "hum" from his nose, ignoring him.

Su Qingchen: What a tough little brother.

Su Yiran, who is hard to coax, is waving his brush in his hand to finish his masterpiece on Kong Mingdeng.

Su Qingchen tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. He was puzzled and puzzled. He waited until Su Yiran was satisfied with his pen, clapped his hands, and cried "great success". Then he asked his doubts in his heart: "Er Bao Are you painting unicorns

“……” Su Yiran held up Kong Mingdeng. His happy smile froze on his face, and then slowly cracked. Finally, he took a deep breath and gave Su Qingchen a polite smile. He pointed to his "masterpiece" and stressed: "see clearly, I painted sister Yumian!"

Su Qingchen's pupils widened. He leaned his head forward. He tilted his head in the East and crooked his head in the West. Finally, he pointed to the protruding corner of his finger and asked, "what is this?"

Su Yiran is holding her chest, and says haughtily, "I'll send Yu Mian's triangle hairpin for Spring Festival!"

Su Qingchen bit her finger and stopped talking.

He is afraid of saying it, and ER Bao will have a bad temper with him again.

Su Yiran continued to maintain a haughty posture: "do you want to draw one?" Take out a Kongming lamp from under the table.

Su Qingchen nodded and picked it up. He looked around for a moment. His sight fell on Su Yiran's brush: "are you finished? Can I borrow it for a second

"Yes, but you have to promise me that you can't spray my yogurt on my face in the future. Oh, not on my body."

“…… I promise. "

"Well Seeing that you are the same mother as me, I don't care about you. Here it is. Take it A very generous, very generous look.

“……” The essence of drama!

On the mountain, the breeze is gentle, the crew members are all free to move, three or five gather together to light Kong Ming lantern.

Some of them wrote about their own wishes, and others about the crew, such as "zuiyue watched Changhong", "zuiyue shot and became popular", "zuiyue everything went well" and so on

Su Yiran, holding his own Kongming lamp, stands by waiting for his brother.

I have to say, his brother's handwriting is really neat!

There is no doubt that excellent students are good.

But

Is his brother too serious? Kong Mingdeng has so many sides that it is not necessary to write on each side, right? Almost.

"Well, brother, do you have too many wishes? Even if there are fairies in the sky, I don't think I will choose you to read such a long speech. "

Su Qingchen kept writing: "I'm lazy, don't frame up the gods in the sky."

"I..." Su Yiran stopped his words and held it for a long time. He found fault and said, "why don't you have any wish about me when you write so much? Am I not your dear brother?"

Just after finishing the last sentence, Su Qingchen put down her pen, picked up her Kongming lamp, and glanced at Su Yiran: "I haven't been painted on your lamp," and then, learning from Su Yiran's tone, "am I not your dear brother?"

Su Yiran: It's a feeling of myocardial infarction.

After putting out the Kongming lamp, it was 11:00 p.m.

There are lights all over the sky. Some people suggested that we take a photo for commemoration, which has won a lot of approval and appeal.

Su Qingchen and Su Yiran are small, standing in the front, while others squat in the back. Yueli is a director, naturally want C, Xu Rui is the heroine, very conscious and active next to Yueli, but Yan Yixiu, the male leader, takes the initiative to squat in the last row to compare with the staff behind the scenes.

"Three.""Two,"

"one, click --"

at one time, Xu Rui's body tilted towards the moon beaver, as if pushed by someone, and naturally fell on the moon beaver. The moon beaver instinctively lifted Xu Rui's waist with his hand, so this scene was stopped. Then Xu Rui and Yueli went on a hot search the next day.

……

The orange is a little sweet: [new Xiaohua and new director? No matter what, I don't think the director's beauty can't be called a loser at home and abroad. He's neutral and wait for the next big melon.

cicada: [my mother, this is the director? I thought it was the hero! This beauty should be regarded as No1 in the field of directors! ]

you don't have 123 numbers in mind: [only my focus is on the two children with mosaic in front of the picture? Since it's a little actor in the crew, why do you want to play mosaic? Don't understand the riddle]

you're a pig's reply @ you don't have 123 numbers in your mind:

you're stupid and I don't understand it.

as the original party of drunken moon, I just hope that the director doesn't destroy the classics again, and there are so many serious people upstairs, which is too funny. How obvious this is hype. It's really disgusting / vomit to add topic to the play in this way.

it's too difficult for me: [do directors start to stir up enthusiasm like actors? I remember that he used to go on a hot search, right? Anyway, I admit it, but I don't eat this kind of appearance. In addition, I'm very disappointed. Finally, I ask not to take my family's little fairy Xu Rui / holding fist]

universe and you: [love doesn't matter, I don't care, I just care about what the play is like. It's been so long, the whole eight classics gags have not been released, nor the posters of the protagonists ... It's said that the director is new? Sure enough, the whole crew is not very reliable ]

under the pear blossom tree, you and I: [Er, the individual's anger in the comments is too heavy, but the publicity is not good enough @Drunken month official micro, gags arrangement, protagonist poster arrangement? ]

……

The moon beaver, who had been able to rest for a day, was supposed to sleep until the sun went up. At seven o'clock, his cell phone was bombed by various phones.

Yueli Ben had narcolepsy. After more than ten phone calls, he broke the phone in a fit of anger.

What kind of hype? What kind of love? What gag posters? Fuck him! All wait for him to sleep enough, say in special Mo!!

Yueli locked the door and got into the bed. She covered her head with a pillow and fell asleep.

Over here, Xu Rui is with the agent.

"Xiao Rui, I don't mean that you are now in the rising stage of your career. It's not good for you to spread love. What's more, the other party is still a director, which is very bad for your image."

Xu Rui smile: "what's wrong, sister Irene, you can rest assured, I know in my mind."

"Do you know? Do you know who is behind the moon beaver? "

"I know, that's why I have to do it. What's more, it's already ten o'clock now. Haven't Yueli called me and didn't clarify anything? "