Chapter 88: My prince

"No matter what, I'm just a visitor to you," the green-clothed young man leaned against the wooden door, his face was endless despair and bitterness, and his hand holding Yuxiao trembled slightly, "I thought I could be with you. Heming, but I was wrong. What you want is not a piano and a flute, but a piano worthy of yours."
Tears, sliding down the cheeks, not not without tears, but not in the depths.
Luo Yanqian looked at the young man in red with a pain in his heart. He didn't know whether he was talking about lines or what he said in his heart, so he played the role of dyed bamboo and himself naturally.
The red-clothed boy paused slightly with his hands on the piano. He turned his face and smiled, but did not look at the green-clothed boy. He whispered, "Actually, I don't want anything, I just do myself."
The green-clothed boy was stunned, and suddenly he staggered. He held the door and smiled miserably. He burst into tears. Did he lose here? Did he lose here?
The green-clothed boy laughed and cried wildly. The red-clothed boy's head cut a wound on the strings, and the bright red blood remained on the white fingertips, which looked extraordinarily coquettish and blinking. He suddenly raised his head and looked out the window. The peach tree bathed in moonlight whispered like a sigh, "Peach blossom, thank you."
"OK" Li Nan stood up, "Come on." He didn't look at the monitor anymore, because this scene made his heart flustered. As a director, his mood was affected by the actors' shots. This is not for the director. Good thing.
Luo Yanqian sat down weakly by the door. He looked at Shan Yatong, obviously not getting out of his emotions.
Shan Yatong stood up, glanced at Luo Yanqian, turned and walked towards the dressing room. The speed is slightly faster than before.
Luo Yanqian smiled bitterly. He knew it was not because of himself, but because there was another person waiting for him in the hospital, and that person was waiting for him wholeheartedly.
Liao Ran, who had been watching the play by the side, looked at Shan Yatong's back, and then at Luo Yanqian who was sitting on the ground, and sighed. It is rare to say that this scene is so cute and cute.
Shan Yatong has finished shooting all the shots, only the two sets of shots with Xiao Qishen are left to complete the whole scene. It was already ten o'clock in the evening when he changed his costume, and he got into the nanny car tired.
"Go home?" Lu Fan asked uncertainly.
Shan Yatong opened her eyes with astringent meaning, "No, go to the hospital." His beautiful eyes gleamed brightly.
Lu Fan nodded clearly, and the driver in front naturally obeyed Mr. Shan's words, without saying anything, turned around and drove towards the hospital. Lu Fan pushed his glasses and looked at Shan Yatong with thoughtful eyes. He suddenly thought of something, his hand was slightly stagnant, but he didn't say or ask.
At this time, the time for visiting the sick has passed, but for the artist, this kind of thing belongs to the air, which cannot be seen or grasped. Shan Yatong got off the car and led Lu Fan into the building through the back door, and looked after entering the elevator. Obviously he was exhausted to the extreme, leaning on the elevator wall to raise his mind.
"Yang Jun called and said it was just a bone shift, and it would be fine after a few days of raising," Lu Fan couldn't help but speak when he saw him like this.
Shan Yatong opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Lu Fan, and he smiled and said, "I know." Even if he is a gold broker, this person can't be truly cold-blooded. He doesn't have anything like this. Brokers should have Zhou Pepi style
Lu Fan pushed his eyes uncomfortably, thinking that a thirty-year-old man would be looked at by a hairy guy with such a look, how awkward he was thinking.
In a high-end ward, Xiao Qi glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was almost 11 o'clock in the evening. Ya Tong should have finished the filming by now. Isn't he too tired to go home and rest, so he didn't see himself?
"Old Xie, Yatong••• really didn’t call to ask?" Xiao Datian asked a little discouragedly. In fact, today Yatong said that after the shooting, he would come to see himself to comfort him. The more he thinks about it, the more sad. Heavenly King Xiao is still full of grievances, enough to make horror movies.
Xie Xun glanced sympathetically at King Xiao Datian, "I called today, and Lu Fan said that Shan Yatong was very busy. I rushed several sets of shots today. I'm afraid it will be very late to finish the shots." The waves of artists were all stopped by himself. He knew that there was only one person waiting for this person, and this person was born indifferent. How hard will this road go? He didn't want to see the second Tang Ruanqing. When Jing Anjue passed away, Tang Ruanqing's state scared him.
He still remembers Tang Ruanqing talking to the empty walkway. At that time, he almost really thought there was someone on the walkway. It was also at that time that he knew that Tang Ruanqing liked Jing Anjue and liked a man.
Tang Ruanqing is very different from Xiao Qi, but Shan Yatong and Jing Anjue are the same, with the same cold-blooded and indifferent, but he really doesn't want the two people to end up in the same sadness.
"Pray, if..." If Shan Yatong doesn't come today, just give up, because he doesn't have you in his heart, Xie Xun can't say it in the face of Shuang's slender peach eyes, because these eyes are still Full of expectation.
"What if?" Xiao Qi looked at Xie Xun's eagerness to speak, raising his eyebrows, "Don't tell me," he continued to glance at the wall clock habitually. It was already past eleven. Very much.
Seeing him like this, Xie Xun didn't say anything in the end. He sat on the sofa beside him and started to cut the fruit. What he could do, anyway, he was just an agent, and he couldn't control that far or control.
Before Xie Xun finished cutting a piece of fruit, there was a knock on the door. Xie Xun glanced at Xiao Qishen whose eyes were shining. He sighed in his heart. This should be a house inspection, and he might be disappointed.
Opening the door, he saw that it was indeed a doctor, but what surprised him were the two people behind the doctor, the haggard Shan Yatong, and the expressionless Lu Fan. Xie Xun hurriedly let them into the house. It's just that there is still some reaction.
Shan Yatong's appearance can tell that he is exhausted. Even so, do you come to see Xiao Qi? It suddenly occurred to him that maybe Shan Yatong was not so ruthless to Xiao Qizhi, he should be.
The doctor asked Xiao Qi some questions. Seeing that everything was in good condition, his mental state was abnormally good, but there was nothing wrong, he went out of the ward wisely, joking, seeing the eyes of the artist Knowing that there is something inside, isn't it boring for him to stay here?
Lu Fan glanced at Xiao Qizhi's face ten times better than Shan Yatong, and sat down on one of the sofas, "I'll say he's okay, look at his current state is better than you." Shan Yatong tomorrow Of course he knows how much workload is. With such tossing back and forth, this body will have to fall down sooner or later.
Xiao Qi even saw that Shan Yatong’s excitement turned to worry when he looked at the state of Yatong. He sat up and pulled Shan Yatong on the bed and sat down,
How pale is your face, what is Li Nan today? How many shots did you catch?"
"It's okay," Shan Yatong rubbed his forehead, and lay down on Xiao Qi's very soft hospital bed. There was no sense of shame in occupying the magpie's nest. Of course, the small bird who was occupied was also very happy to beat the two who were willing to suffer Did not notice the weird faces of the two agents next to him.
He rubbed the soft bed, there was no unpleasant smell of medicine, it was good, he yawned and said in a daze, "Your injury is okay, and I'm relieved."
A certain day king with a hand hanging from his neck saw him like this, bent over and took off his shoes, patted him and said, "Lie down and sleep well." By the way, he gave Xie Xun and Lu Fan a look, meaning They can disappear.
Xie Xun touched his nose and despised the idiot who was so happy when King Xiao Datian took off his shoes. He hummed. If you have the ability, you can also take off his clothes. If you have the ability, you also throw this kind of look at others?
Lu Fan was obviously more calm than Xie Xun. He just looked at Xiao Da Tian Wang YD's smile and sneered in his heart. People with disabilities can't eat even if they want to eat now.
The door was closed gently, and Shan Yatong wrapped the quilt around her body, and her voice was vague, "I'm going to be exhausted, Li Nan's bastard#@%" So now is the truth, that calmness just now I don't know if it's for Lu Fan or Yang Jun.
The corners of Xiao Qizhi's lips raised slightly, and Shan Yatong became more and more relaxed in front of him. This way, he made him feel closer, his smile became more and more obvious, and the scolding in his ear became smaller and smaller, and finally changed. With regular breathing, Xiao Qi even knew that the person lying on the bed with him was asleep.
After gently covering Shan Yatong with the quilt and adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner, Xiao Qishi looked at Shan Yatong’s sleeping appearance, and felt very peaceful. He remembered that he had learned about Jing Anjue. For those things, I couldn’t help but feel distressed slightly for him. The mother who finally jumped out of the building because of love, the father who abandoned their mother and son, the poor life in the orphanage, and his own bad brother in the name of friendship, in acting During the years of struggle, although he finally became the king of heaven, he was killed by a woman. In fact, his life is rarely lucky.
Compared with those encountered by Shan Yatong, Xiao Qizhi felt that the things that he thought were unfortunate may be just a joke in Shan Yatong’s eyes. He felt distressed for this person, perhaps because he fell in love with him. Knowing that he is not the Holy Father, and he has no extra compassion, but looking at the teenager sleeping next to him, he is uncontrollably distressed. He dare not think about how Shan Yatong came over in those days, nor did he dare to think about it. , When he was still Jing Anjue, he became a superstar of Uranus, how much blood and sweat he paid.
I didn't dare to think about it, I was afraid that when I thought about it, I would regret why I didn't meet this person and didn't protect this person properly.
Gently kiss the boy's forehead, good night, my prince, from now on, I will fill your life with luck.
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