Chapter 685: Ambiguous dandelion ~ 4600 are added more

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Those who have been with you for a long time are not like passers-by who meet each other, nor are you friends who appear in your life at a certain time, at a certain moment, and then leave after stopping, they are the most loyal close friends who have never turned back.
It may be your family, it may be your lover, or it may be your children.
Either way, we need to cherish it, because for anyone, a short life is more exciting because of their company.
The softer mattress made Qin Guan fall asleep faster.
And the person he misses has already embarked on his own rhythm.
In the early morning of the next day, Qin Guan, a dreamless and refreshing man, yawned and walked into the crew's cafeteria. When facing the western-style breakfast delivered by the logistics master, he kindly refused.
On the side of the Hong Kong actors who had gathered together, the most enthusiastic Wu Junru inside opened the mouth: "Qin Guan, Liangzi, why don't you eat? The food is not guaranteed when you shoot. If you don't eat well..."
Before she had finished speaking, Sister Xue in casual clothes walked back from the outside: "I bought it and eat it while it was hot!"
In the simple bento box, there is Tang Qing's beautiful alley dish, and a plastic bag is filled with sesame and shallots.
When you come to Shanghai and don't eat an authentic Shanghai breakfast earlier, doesn't that mean you're in vain?
In the soup made of lard hanging from fresh bones, there are small crystal-clear ravioli undulating inside, and the redness of the thin-skinned shrimps is revealed from the surface of the skin.
The oily raw fried bun, with its unique crispness, revealed its true flavor of pure meat after being bitten away by a constant flow of juice.
Three wontons, one fried, before Qin Guan had recovered, this became his last breakfast.
Because the rest, Zhou Xun, who had just been unkindly woke up, got a table where the actors gathered.
"Don't be polite, let's try it, authentic Shanghai Xiaolong."
Helpless sigh, accompanied by the big smile of Sister Zhou Xun, this dangerous smile made Qin Guan facing it, and the scalp numb for no reason.
Seeing the trick of this actor, and seeing the most fearless resistance of a small fresh meat, this sister Zhou who had finished driving the tractor and driving the motorcycle, opposite the pale struggle of Qin Guan, in her eyes, nothing Count.
This phenomenon is also reflected in the increasing number of rival plays between the two.
Qin watched Zhou Xun in the play. During the collision between the two people, the other party's tension became stronger and stronger. He knew that the strong man in the acting had finally revealed her terrible minions.
That's right, this level is the strength of a first-line acting actress. Those plays that were initially guided by Qin Guan have finally become evenly contested.
The people behind the camera start to cheer for every wonderful moment for no reason.
Because of the wonderful performances of these two people, the other members of the crew were also unreasonably motivated. In less than a week of kung fu, all the scenes belonging to Shanghai were over.
While directing the members of the crew to pack things, Chen Dao contacted the group to go to the capital.
The final big plot of the whole drama was completed in the compound near the capital's moat.
And the old-fashioned setting over there has already been prepared for them.
A broken warehouse like 798 stands stubbornly on the frozen moat.
There are old cotton jackets, military coats, enamel cylinders and old food stamps, thick sweaters, and red five-pointed stars, all of which are the most typical characteristics of that era.
And in this quite vicissitudes venue, there are memories unique to the protagonists.
In the basement, the red slogan "No Bicycles Allowed" made everyone seem to see the red and special, material-poor, and just awakened China.
At this time, Qin Guan was wearing a green sweater woven with thick twisted flowers and covered with a gray cotton jacket. He crossed a Liberation Army bag diagonally and appeared in front of everyone.
'puff'
"What is this, pretty boy, you are really willing to do this drama!"
Qin Guan's nose bridge was framed with the oldest frame mirror, just like the director's possessive, and the cowering walked in.
The temperature on the edge of the honeycomb coal stove must be two degrees higher, regardless of Qin Guan, squatting next to the iron stove in one longitudinal step.
He picked up the iron hook next to it and ‘wowed’ and pulled out some ash to make the big stove burn more vigorously.
"Who are looking for the props, the cotton here is dead, and it doesn't keep warm at all!"
Zhou Xun on the side is copying each other's hands like a landlord and old fortune in a non-existent manner, holding on to his chest and responding to Qin Guan's complaint: "Satiate yourself, just look at me, The clothes they found for me were still mohair. They were all naked when they were dressed!"
Qin Guan looked up in response and immediately shook his head with his head down.
Now Zhou Xun, a head of instant noodles, the shape of a hot steel wire, is simply terrible.
She was wearing a red sweater and a messy purple skirt, and looked at each other with the same native Qin Guan.
‘Pooh hahaha! ’
Qin Guan, who smiled and smiled, stretched a small hand over his ear for no reason, and touched him towards the temple with his glasses.
This is Zhou Xun's hand.
Some vigilant Qin Guan, unconsciously turned his head to the past, but stopped with Zhou Xun's resignation.
"Don't move! There are cotton wool!"
That cold hand in the winter, just like feathers, touched Qin Guan's cheek.
He stayed a few minutes between his temples, and covered his face unexpectedly.
The reflection of temperature caused Qin Guan's head to deviate again, but the hand followed his left and right.
The eyes lifted up in surprise finally collided with the pair of big and smart apricot kernel eyes.
The desire to speak is still off, how sad, the kind of eyes that contain too much meaning, so that Qin Guan, who has experienced many others' joys and sorrows and joys, is indistinguishable.
An ambiguous atmosphere passed from Zhou Xun's hands, but when Qin Guan was about to get up and leave immediately, her hands were taken off his cheeks in time.
"Look, cotton batting, didn't I lie to you?"
Qin Guan subconsciously looked at the white fluff in the little hand in front of him. Awkward, his poor EQ is not enough to support his current thinking.
"Unexpectedly, the broken cotton is really white, like a dandelion in spring, and the light and fluttering is always accompanied by romance..."
Zhou Xun's voice said that the voice was getting lower and lower. The hoarse voice was unreasonably more sexy. (To be continued.)