I Miss You

The rehearsal of "The Story of the Hosta? Piano Pick" was very successful. Director Xu was very happy. He came over early in the morning and asked Qing Orange to edit some videos taken during the rehearsal into a small trailer.

Qingcheng learned about directors and naturally learned editing. She herself loves to cut and play and is a bit picky about the work. So she was busy all morning and diverted the lunch time, finally satisfied. When the finished product was presented to the second uncle for review, someone suddenly ran up and said, "Director Xu, Super seems to be injured."

Director Xu stood up and walked to the actor's rest area, Qing Cheng also frowned and quickly followed.

"It doesn't matter if you get hurt, just rest." Compared to everyone's nervousness, Super himself was quite calm, as if he was not the injured person.

Qing Cheng watched him with one hand on his waist and one hand on the dressing table, frowning sometimes, sometimes shaking his shoulders, and still calming the people who came to visit.

When everyone dispersed, Director Xu called Qingcheng and asked, "Did you drive?"

Qing Orange nodded.

"That way, I'll let Shen Jiajue take the place in the afternoon. You can send Super back to rest first. The next task is arduous, and my body can't collapse."

Super originally didn't want to go back, and wanted to take a break to see the situation, but he didn't say anything yet, so Director Xu took the lead. After listening to Director Xu's arrangement, he decided to obey the director's arrangement. Qingcheng helped Super all the way to the gate of the garden, and couldn't help but look up at him.

Didn't it mean it didn't matter, why did most of her weight rest on her?

"Hey you……"

"Ok?"

"Are you really okay?"

"For now... I can't die."

Qing Orange shut up and decided to show his humanitarian spirit, and just use himself as a driver and send him back. So, she stopped, took a deep breath, grabbed his arm and continued walking outside.

Super was looking at her for a long time, but saw a little sweat dripping from her forehead.

On the way to the parking lot, Qingcheng only felt a lot less pressure. When she got to the car and looked at him again, he suddenly smiled at her, making her inexplicable.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Thank you." Super said sincerely, and at the same time moved the arm held by Qingcheng, "but you are holding it too tight, my hand is a bit numb." This is also the truth.

Qingcheng, who was suddenly thanked, wanted to say "you're welcome" politely, but was gagged by the latter part of his sentence.

He smiled, stretched out the "numb" hand, grabbed her hand, and quickly let go before she could react: "It's really numb, I can't grasp anything."

Qingcheng only felt warm in her hands. This temperature went up with her hands, and even the back of her ears began to heat up. For a while, she wanted to give up this task.

"Let's go." It was Super who spoke first.

After all the way, Qingcheng was worried. However, Super just sat quietly and swiped his phone, as if he had just acted unintentionally.

More than half an hour later, Qingcheng drove the car downstairs at Super's house.

After sending him into the hall, Qingcheng helped press down the elevator.

"You go up by yourself, can you?" she asked tentatively. Since there is an elevator, she should be able to retreat successfully, she thought.

Super glanced at her and didn't speak for a long time. It was so violent that Qingcheng left and didn't stay or stay. Super’s waist is old, and when it happens, it is a little bit more sore than when he was in the car, but besides being unable to perform well on stage, there is no big problem in doing other things.

"No." Super twitched the corner of his mouth. "You should pay the debt."

"what?"

Super called: "Your classmate."

"..."

"Reluctant to pay the debt?"

Qingcheng is usually a very clever person, but she has psychological burdens in the face of Super. She replied in her heart: Have you ever seen anyone who was forced into debt and rejoiced?

At this time, the elevator came down, and Qing Cheng saw that he was indeed uncomfortable, frowning from time to time. Thinking about this baby from the whole crew, there really should be no mistakes, and she said, "Let's go." She was careful again He held his arm cautiously, but this time he only held it gently, "What floor is your house?"

Super smiled: "Ninth floor."

Super's home is a fingerprint lock, which saves you the trouble of touching the key to open the door. After entering the door, Qingcheng found that his house did not block the entrance door, so the entire living room was unobstructed. Because the east side is full of floor-to-ceiling windows, and there are no extra messy furnishings in the living room, the overall window looks bright and clean.

Green Orange helped Suber leaned on the sofa and found that the living room was connected to the dining room, and a bottle of yellow alocasia was inserted on the dining table.

Qing Cheng thought that he had talked to herself about this flower not long ago, and she was a little dazed for a while.

The sudden ringing of the door made Qingcheng startled, and she looked at Super subconsciously. Super leaned back on the sofa and spread his hands, expressing his inconvenience. So Qingcheng had to bite the bullet and open the door. I thought to myself, don't be his parents, or you will have to spend some time explaining.

She hesitated and opened the door, unexpectedly standing outside the door turned out to be a little brother in a takeaway uniform. He smiled and handed the paper bag in his hand to Qingcheng: "Your takeaway, please use it slowly."

"Thank you." Qing Orange replied mechanically, but didn't react much until the door was closed.

"Did you order takeaway?" she asked Super by pointing to the bag in her hand.

"I have eaten it, for you."

"Give it to me?" Green Orange was inexplicable.

"I heard your stomach scream just now on the way." Super said slowly.

Qingcheng was suddenly embarrassed. She did not eat lunch. She had been alone with him with high vigilance just now, but forgot to be hungry. Now that he reminded me of this, the feeling of hunger suddenly rose: "I..."

"No thanks, you can eat, I'll take a rest." Super closed his eyes after speaking.

Qingcheng is really hungry right now, and the beef soup in her hand is from a store she likes-she wants to say to take it away to eat in the car, but she feels too deliberate. After finally thanking her, she respectfully I went to the dining table and sat down to eat.

The sofa is very close to the dining table. In the afternoon, the sunshine has condensed a lot, and it spread softly on the floor of the living room, and the golden color filled the dining room, matching the yellow calla lilies on the table. One person is resting and the other is eating, so quiet as if there is a feeling of quiet time.

Qingcheng ate and ate, and suddenly remembered—he had invited her to dinner once, but after eating, he "breaked up" with her.

Super's eyes finally moved to her, and he saw her eating seriously with her head down.

Her eyelashes looked like two small fans, occasionally fanning, he wanted to reach out to touch it, or, to touch her ears that were a little red in the sun...

"Xu Qingcheng."

"Huh?" Qing Orange looked up.

She was ashamed as she had just followed Ding, stupid.

"What?" she asked again.

"You can eat slowly, don't worry." Super said.

But how long can a piece of vermicelli soup be eaten? Soon the green oranges are full-one third left.

She put down her chopsticks, and as soon as she cleaned up the bowl, she heard Super say: "Will you put on the plaster for me?"

Although Qingcheng thinks this kind of "help" is a bit too intimate, but after eating people's mouth short, it is difficult to refuse for a while...

Super pointed his finger at the drawer of the sofa coffee table: "There is plaster in the drawer on the left."

Qingcheng finally got the plaster smoothly according to his instructions, and then hesitated to sit next to him.

"I've never helped anyone post it." She didn't know what she was nervous about.

He was very rude: "There is always a first time in everything."

Qingcheng felt a little awkward when she heard this, so she stopped talking to him, and asked, "Where to post?"

Super sat up straight, unbuttoned the two buttons under his shirt, and turned it up.

"Here." He pointed his finger to the lower waist, then turned sideways and waited for her to stick it.

Green Orange saw that his back was very thin and his skin was very good, like porcelain and jade, as if it had a gleaming texture.

After pursing her mouth, she retracted her eyes and began to tear the plaster paper. Who knew that the protective film paper seemed to be against her deliberately, and could not be torn for a long time.

"Is the quality of your stuff bad? I can't pull it apart." She tore it a little irritably.

"No hurry, you pull slowly." Super seemed to chuckle slightly.

"..."

Green Orange finally tore apart in half, suddenly forgot the specific location. In order to avoid misposting, she had to stretch out her finger and gently poke the place in her memory: "Is this here?"

"……Correct."

Qingcheng took a deep breath and finally put the plaster on it, holding his breath.

She was about to let go, but Super came back and pressed her back on the back of her hand, but soon he took it back.

"Help and be realistic, otherwise it's easy to fall off."

Now that things have been done, they can't be half done. So she had no choice but to control her strength and slowly pressed him with the palm of her hand to make sure that the plaster was firm before removing it.

"Thank you." Super expressed his gratitude calmly, and then put down his clothes.

After Qingcheng left, Super looked at the bunch of alocasias blooming quietly in the sun, thinking in his heart: I don't know if the chances of winning in a reunion with a broken mirror will be great, or if we come back again.

Qing Cheng returned to the garden afterwards. For the second half of the day, she was a little unable to concentrate. When she got off work, Qing Cheng received a link sent to her by Shi Yingying and a strange call: "You and Boss Su actually took hands. ??"

The unknown green orange clicked on the link, and he was blinded.

The first thing that catches the eye is a photo of her being grabbed by Super in the parking lot. All of Super's face was photographed. She was okay, only a little profile was taken. I went to look closely at the content and found that it was a post on the Kunqu Opera Forum.

The person who posted said: "I met my favorite Kunqu opera actor Super Su, and the surprise turned into a fright. When the baby reacted, they both got in the car and left."

Since Super is considered a leader in the new generation, and he has gained a lot of popularity due to "The Story of the West Tower", there are still many commentators——

Some people say that if they hold hands, they must be girlfriends. Some people analyze that they didn't hold them, just the shooting angle.

Some people commented on her appearance, mixed.

Because there are directors and screenwriters in the family, Qingcheng still understands the mode of the entertainment industry quite well, so when she sees bad comments, she is not excited.

Immediately afterwards, she saw a comment that made her feel tight: "After watching for a long time, it seems that it is really my senior sister. I have participated in her works. If it is really her... this senior sister is very powerful, hers Daming can often be seen in the list of scholarships. Two of her short films have been used as examples by her teachers. Oh, it is said that she knows many musical instruments, one of which is still on the verge of being lost. Also, I heard that she will perform magic... Oh, some people say that she doesn't look good, not to mention that she only got three points in the photo, but these three points are enough to see."

After reading the speech made by the younger student or younger sister, Qingcheng thought: What the **** is magic? When did she get a magic trick, why didn't she know? Thinking that I have a good reputation in the eyes of juniors at school, I can't help but feel a little happy.

She was not interested in reading the subsequent comments.

I did not forget to reply to classmate Shi Yingying: "I and Su Po are innocent and clean."

Shi Yingying: "Oh..."

As a result, Shi Yingying sent another screenshot when Qingcheng first arrived home——

Because someone reposted this post to Weibo, and then Subo reposted it too.

He said: "This is a very good girl, please don't talk about others, thank you."

Shi Yingying asked Qingcheng: "Innocent, huh?"

Qingcheng: "In his sentence, which word is unclear?"

Shi Yingying: "It's different from the Weibo style he used to post-I finished reading his Weibo two days ago. The previous ones were not propaganda dramas, but interacting with colleagues."

Qing Orange: "I have also worked with him, and I am considered a colleague. Besides, this matter is also related to his reputation. Isn't it normal for him to clarify?"

Shi Yingying is a detective: "I shouldn't clarify, isn't she my girlfriend?"

"..."

At a later time, Qingcheng received a message from Super: "Don't mind the message on the Internet, but I still have to say sorry to you."

Green Orange: "I didn't care, you don't have to be sorry."