President six and a half years old

Chapter 66

Yan Ye felt that he might need to smoke another cigarette to calm down.

The windows are wide open, and the evening breeze is lonely.Yan Ye went to close the window with a serious expression.Inhaling and breathing, making sure that there is no smell of smoke on his body, he unscrewed the door and went out.

The soundproofing of the dormitory is not very good, and Wu Jingxuan's annoying complaint can be heard at the door: "Qiu Ming, let go of my quilt!"

Yan Ye raised his hand and frowned. As soon as he put his hand on the handle, the door was pulled open from the inside. He looked blankly into Wu Jingxuan's red eyes.This was different from the person with red eyes in Yan Ye's imagination, Yan Ye was a little confused for a moment.

Wu Jingxuan looked at Yan Ye, twitched his nose suddenly, and took a step towards him: "Are you smoking?"

Yan Ye's expression was as usual: "...No."

Scattered sneezing sounds could be vaguely heard inside the door, Yan Ye avoided Wu Jingxuan's gaze and walked in, frowned and called out to Qiu Ming.

A folding table was set up on the bed, the volume of the laptop was turned up very loudly, and the long and mournful erhu sounds made people worry about listening to it.Qiu Ming huddled at the head of the bed, hugged the quilt, stared at the bright red eyes, and looked up when he heard the voice.

Yan Ye opened his mouth: "...What are you looking at?"

Qiu Ming stretched out his arm and took a tissue from the table to blow his nose, parted the corners of his mouth and showed a half-bleak and half-playful smile: "...Tear-jerking to the palace-level crying scene collection, together?"

Wu Jingxuan leaned against the door and rolled his eyes unbearably.

The video didn't pause, and the next segment of the heroine's heart-rending cries and the sound of a sudden downward turn echoed throughout the room.

"why not!"

"I like... I know."

"...It's my business to like you."

"I'm sorry, I actually know..."

A long period of silent sobbing follows.During the long sobs, Qiu Ming looked at Yan Ye with a half-toned smile.

Qiu Ming did it on purpose.

Yan Ye's heart sank little by little.

This kid has never liked to follow the serious path. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he insisted on watching movies in the [-]s and [-]s and writing songs in the [-]s and [-]s. He also had to be unique when he was in love, forcing Wu Jingxuan to send a message to complain. , forcing him to come over.

If Qiu Ming was playing and crying and making troubles, he came here by himself, and his heart hurts, so it's fine to coax him perfunctorily afterwards.But Qiu Ming insisted on joking with him, tricked people to fool him for a while, and then deliberately picked a directional one to play, and told him blatantly: You see, I am actually very sad, but my sadness is my own business , has nothing to do with you, you don't have to hide from me.And I still want to chase you.

Yan Ye just looked at Qiu Ming without saying a word, until Qiu Ming put his eyes on the screen with a guilty conscience, and changed the subject forcefully: "Forget it if you don't watch it."

"Xuanxuan go and bring the quilt from my room." Yan Ye ordered without looking back.

Wu Jingxuan let out a light snort, and the sound of slippers dragging the floor was very rhythmic.

Qiu Ming's throat tightened for no reason, and he didn't even notice when he adjusted his sitting posture. His attention had already slipped away from the video, and he was a little lost in every corner of the room.

Yan Ye forcibly pulled the quilt out, and the bed was emptied all of a sudden.The notebook is like a monster in the woods, and the legendary crying scene at the church level has become yin and yang.

Yan Ye went out with the quilt in his arms, and helped Wu Jingxuan come back with a new quilt, and put it in the corner so Qiu Ming could not touch it.

Qiu Ming reached out to grab the quilt, but Yan Ye pulled it back by the collar: "That's my quilt, if you get dirty again, go to sleep on the balcony."

Qiu Ming immediately stopped moving.

Yan Ye's movements were simple and rude, and he was not used to it. He just buckled up the notebook with his fingers, and the room was instantly quiet.

"...Do you know that the crying scene in the back is yours?" Qiu Ming protested softly with red eyes.

"Wash your face." Yan Ye said impatiently.

Three older boys squeezed into one bed, and Wu Jingxuan, who was forced to quit Internet addiction and was forced to sleep on the bed, regretted calling Yan Ye in belatedly.

"But I really can't sleep." Wu Jingxuan tried to gain some power.

Yan Ye set up the pillow and leaned against it, put his palms on Wu Jingxuan's eyes, and coaxed: "Sleep."

Wu Jingxuan, who made his debut early, often couldn't sleep when he was a child. Everyone was used to coaxing him like this, but he has grown up long ago.Wu Jingxuan sighed inwardly, closed his eyes and coaxed himself to sleep in his heart.

On the other side, Qiu Ming was lying on his side slightly, staring at Yan Ye unblinkingly with eyes that seemed to have night vision.Yan Ye looked down at him, couldn't hold back, and rubbed his hair again.

When Qiu Ming played this trick, he didn't think he could hide it from Yan Ye, but when Yan Ye really started to struggle, he couldn't help feeling distressed.I wanted to say sleep, it's okay, I won't bother you anymore, and paranoidly enjoyed Yan Ye's entanglement for him.

Yan Ye was soaked in rain and dew, and Qiu Ming's head covered his eyes after snoring, leaning against the head of the bed as if sitting still.

Fortunately, these two worked so hard during the day, it didn't take long to put them to sleep.

Yan Ye had a bit of a backlash, but after letting go of his hand, he became more energetic, and various thoughts rolled up.Although he is young, his path is never monotonous. He jumps back and forth inside and outside the circle, has seen a lot of things, and has a much wider scope of thinking than his peers.

After going back and forth with duckweed, I will face Qiu Ming again. In fact, I know in my heart that the best way to deal with this matter is to explain it clearly to him, then avoid him, and let him calm down. Throw it in, maybe when to empathize with another.

The person who can't let go of the ink marks is actually himself.

Who knows how much the temperature drops at night, who stays up late, the weather in the south is changeable, and it rained secretly outside the house in the dead of night.

Yan Ye got up silently, checked the doors and windows, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner.He squatted on the side of the bed and touched Qiu Ming's eyes tentatively, wondering if he would swell up tomorrow morning if he was so fussy, but the crazy and fussy photos of this kid accumulated a bunch of silly photos, There is not much more than this one.

The person in the dream turned over, leaving the back of his head, and fell asleep rather ruthlessly.Yan Ye let out a muffled laugh, turned on the camera and took a dark picture of the bed.He walked out the door lightly, glanced at his room, sighed and opened the door of Qiu Ming's room.

I don't know if it was the blessing of this unknown rain. Although I had a lot of tossing and my mood fluctuated, I slept well at night anyway.

It's a pity that Yan Ye woke up with a cold.

When it came time to change seasons, Yan Ye's cold procrastinated until the filming of "One Season" started.Lin Gaoshan has been nagging every day since he woke up that day, and let Yan Ye experience Qiu Ming's usual pain of being nagged.

Relying on his slightly stronger body, Qiu Ming played games with his mobile phone with his ears clean.

Lin Gaoshan: "A big cup of hot water in the morning, have you drunk it? Have you brought all the medicines? Lao Chai can't follow you during the recording time, you have to remember..."

"The green one takes three tablets and the white one takes half a tablet. Drink the oral solution last, and remember to call Ms. Xiao Yan." Yan Ye's nasal voice was thick, and he glanced at Lin Gaoshan faintly, interrupting what he had to repeat every day.

Lin Gaoshan narrowed his eyes: "Oh, the last sentence is not very necessary."

Yan Ye: "..."

The first issue of "One Season" is located in a relatively remote place in City Y, so it doesn't really matter which city is filmed in. The program team will definitely choose a place far away from the urban area.

Yan Ye plugged in his earphones, and glanced at Qiu Ming who was sitting in the corner laughing so hard that two hooks remained.Qiu Ming hung up one earphone, listening to the chatter of the staff while invincible in the game battlefield.

At times like this, Yan Ye would especially admire his ability to do two things at once.

Yan Ye put the notebook on his lap, and while Lin Gaoshan wasn't paying attention, he passed the last file to Wang Yiyi.Lin Gaoshan made a fuss and stopped the matter that could have been dealt with long ago.After passing this document, Yan Ye felt relieved.Qiu Ming glanced at him and started to shout: "Brother Gao Shan! Xiao Ye is working again!"

Lin Gaoshan immediately turned around: "Give me the notebook!"

"..." Isn't it just a cold?

Yan Ye handed over the computer silently, and found that every time he got sick, he would lose his human rights instantly.

The only thing brought about by the cold may be regarded as a benefit, and the sleepiness always comes very quickly. Yan Ye was wrapped in the sleepiness just after the plane took off, so he picked up the earphone on the other side and put it on.He was half asleep and half awake when he heard Qiu Ming's song cut to the earphones, the song "Love Letter" that hadn't lost its popularity yet.

Yan Ye thought about the night before he caught a cold, and when he was drowsy, he thought that it was a good thing Qiu Ming kissed him that he didn't have time to catch a cold that day, otherwise he would have caught it...

Qiu Ming turned his head: "...Xiaoye?"

No one answered.

Yan Ye has a serious obsession with cleanliness. He never used the blanket on the plane, and it looked shabby under a coat.

Qiu Ming blinked, slid his hands a few times, then put down the phone, pulled out the pillow stuffed with blankets behind him, shook it neatly, and quietly covered Yan Ye.He skillfully took Yan Ye's cell phone and adjusted the volume to make sure that it would not affect Yan Ye's sleep, and then picked up his cell phone again.

There was a reminder before the plane landed, Yan Ye would wake up right then.The blanket on his body slipped off, and Yan Ye grabbed it quickly, pulled the earphones and squinted to look at Qiu Ming subconsciously.

"Look, if Brother Yang didn't cover you with a blanket, your cold might have escalated." Qiu Ming stretched his waist and said half-truth.

Sitting right behind the two of them, Yang Jiamo acquiesced in his achievements, and finally knew what the price was for Qiu Ming taking him in the last game.But although the price was inexplicable, it was not painful and there was no need to say anything, so Yang Jia didn't bother to ask.

Yan Ye pursed his lips. The fatigue caused by illness made him too lazy to think or speak, let alone tell Qiu Ming that he actually remembered that he brought this silly pillow, and he knew that Qiu Ming often didn't He needs to be able to take care of himself with multiple hands and feet.

As soon as he got off the plane, Yan Ye took back what he had complained in his heart before boarding the plane. In the fall of Y city, the cold wind blowing against his face made his brain froze, as if he had returned to the time when he and Director Di were filming in the northwest.

Qiu Ming walked over from behind, pressed Yan Ye's shoulders and put a cotton cap on him, leaning his head on the crest of his neck and laughing all the time: "I told you it's cold here, I came here to take pictures at this time the year before last. This time, it turned into an ice sculpture right after getting off the plane..."

Yan Ye was still on the set the year before last, he turned his face slightly when he heard this, and asked nonchalantly, "Have you ever regretted staying?"

Stay with him in this wobbly company.

Qiu Ming turned his face to look at him, and briefly touched his face with the tip of his nose, and the hot air in their mouths mixed together, which was strangely lingering.

Yan Ye frowned, realized something, gently pushed Qiu Ming away and took a step aside silently.

Qiu Ming was taken aback for a moment, he curled his lips and lowered his head to smile, he took two quick steps to forcefully follow Yan Ye, and spoke very fast in his ear: "I regret that I didn't kiss you again on the day you caught a cold...Brother. "

The author has something to say: Qiu Ming: Who said brother Ming can't take care of others.