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Chapter 129:

Boyan felt that what he said made sense. He looked at Yan Qingchi and said somewhat helplessly: "If only our family lived here, I could play with him after school."

Yan Qingchi listened to his children's words, but was very happy to have such a good friend in chess and chess. He hugged Boyan, "It's okay, it's the same for you to have fun at school."

Boyan was a little unwilling, but he had no choice but to nod his head "um".

He looked at Yan Qingchi and agreed with him, "Uncle, we can't tell others what we said today, okay?"

Yan Qingchi stretched out his little finger and pulled the hook with him, "Okay, this is also our secret."

Boyan pulled the hook with him, suddenly laughed, and whispered, "We all have two secrets."

"yes."

Bo Yan looked at him, and there was some jealousy in his eyes. He likes Yan Qingchi very much and likes to talk to him. Bo Yan thought, if only his father could do the same. He also wanted his father to hold him and talk to him like this. He also had a lot of things he wanted to say to his father and asked him a lot of things he didn't understand, but he couldn't.

Boyan unconsciously felt a little lost, but he quickly realized that he was in someone else's house and there were other people around him, so he quickly regained his spirits and made himself look less lost.

"Thank you uncle, then I'll go find chess and play first," he said.

Yan Qingchi, of course, saw the change in the expression on his face, and unconsciously felt a little distressed for him, he nodded, "Go, have a good time."

Boyan stood up, waved to him, and went to look for chess.

Yan Qingchi watched him leave and sighed. If possible, he hoped that Bo Yan would be happier. He is too sensible, and it makes people feel distressed.

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Yan Qingchi stayed at home for two months, cultivating and recuperating, accompanied by his two children. In November, Fu Minzhi called him and asked him when he could film.

Yan Qingchi was surprised, "Is it set for me? Am I playing the male lead?"

"Otherwise, what did I do waiting for you for so long?" Fu Minzhi asked him back. @Infinite good text, all in

"I thought my schedule was not suitable, Director Fu, you have chosen someone else."

"I originally had this idea, but after thinking about it, you are still the most suitable candidate. I have seen your performance of Meng Luo. Although some parts are not handled carefully enough, the last scene is amazing. I like you very much. The final performance."

"Thank you." Yan Qingchi said.

"You're welcome. When will you be able to film? You said earlier that you can't do it this year, so can you do it in January next year?"

"It should be possible, I'll confirm with Jiang Mochen."

"Okay, give me an answer as soon as possible after confirmation."

"Okay." Yan Qingchi nodded.

He hung up the phone and became excited unconsciously. He called Jiang Mochen almost in the next second and said excitedly, "Jiang Mochen, I received a call from Director Fu, he asked me when I could film, male. The Lord is me."

Jiang Mochen had vaguely heard rumors that Fu Min's next drama had decided on Yan Qingchi, but because Fu Minzhi had never contacted him, he was afraid that the greater his expectations, the greater his disappointment, so he didn't tell Yan Qingchi, but he didn't expect that Fu Minzhi would actually He called Yan Qingchi directly.

Jiang Mochen smiled silently, quite pleased with the dust settled, "That's a good thing, we can celebrate tonight."

"So can I film in January?"

"If you want to shoot, just shoot." From September to December, four months, Yan Qingchi rested for so long, his body should be able to recover, and he can work, Jiang Mochen thought silently.

When Yan Qingchi heard the words, his happiness almost overflowed, and he even fantasized about it, "You said, will I win an award for this film?"

Of course Jiang Mochen wouldn't attack him. He closed his eyes and affirmed without any principle: "Yes, Director Fu's works are all about winning awards. If you act well, you will definitely do it."

When he said this, he remembered the news he received at noon, "Speaking of which, there is another good news that I haven't told you yet. I originally planned to go home and tell you again to make you happy. Now it's alright, double happiness is coming. ."

"what?"

"I just received the news that "Lost" was shortlisted for the best film in the Jingui Award, you were shortlisted for the best newcomer, and I was shortlisted for the best actor."

Yan Qingchi felt that if he were a groundhog now, he probably couldn't help screaming. What a good day today is, there is so much good news.

"We're not cooking today! Let's go out to eat!" he said proudly.

In times of excitement, eating out is always the Chinese people's favorite way to celebrate.

"Okay, I'll pick you up first, and then we'll pick up chess together."

"Yeah." Yan Qingchi nodded, "Unfortunately, Yan Yan is too young to eat with us."

"Wait until he grows up." Jiang Mochen smiled, "By the way, I told my mother a few days ago, let Aunt Zhang come back to help, and I can help you look at the inkstone."

"Also." Yan Qingchi nodded.

"Then first, I will hurry up and finish my work to pick you up."

"it is good."

Yan Qingchi hung up the phone and immediately

Ma went back to Fu Minzhi and said that he could film in January. Thank you Director Fu.

When Fu Minzhi heard the words, she was relieved. She fixed Yan Qingchi in her heart, and delayed the start-up time for him. If Yan Qingchi still couldn't film, she would be a little worried.

"Well, I'll ask the assistant to send the script to your mailbox in a while. You should familiarize yourself with the script first, and feel free to contact me if you don't understand anything."

"Okay, thank you Director Fu, I will try my best."

"You're welcome, it's you who behaved well. We'll see you in January."

Fu Minzhi hung up the phone, Yan Qingchi looked at the phone, still a little too excited to sit still, so he called Wei Lan and said it again.

When Wei Lan heard that he had decided on Fu Minzhi's movie on the front foot and was shortlisted for the Jin Gui Award on the back foot, he was shocked and didn't say anything for a while, and after a long time, he said angrily, "You are just showing off Chi/Guoguo, you said , are you opening yourself up!"

Yan Qingchi laughed, "Maybe I'm lucky."

"How is it possible for you, you are clearly true!"

"Don't worry, when I get the Tao, I'll take you to heaven."

"I don't want it. I was the one who took you to fly before." Wei Lan snorted, "I mainly focus on TV dramas, and I don't do many movies, otherwise I would have won the award long ago."

Yan Qingchi couldn't bear to remind him that he only won the award last year, who is mainly in TV dramas, and he was still the best supporting actor.

"It's so hypocritical!" Wei Lan ruthlessly exposed it, he sighed, "Oh, I actually know where my problem is, my limitations are too big, and it's especially obvious. It's okay to play a role, but as soon as I encounter that kind of suffocated, indifferent and miserable, I can't do it. I'm not a professional, I don't have such experience, neither theory nor practice. , can't it?"

Yan Qingchi comforted him, "I can't say the same, you played the best male supporting role last time, and Yan Xiangming also played very well, you have your own advantages."

"I'm only suitable to play this kind of role that is a bit like myself. Fortunately, I'm not a professional, and I can comfort myself. It's not that there is a precedent for hearing about it, and there is a specialization in the arts. I am a singer myself! If it weren't for the downturn in the record market, what would I be doing?"

Yan Qingchi felt that he could see himself quite clearly, and he was quite open.

"Okay, it's a good thing that you were shortlisted. You were shortlisted to prove that you did a good job, so I should have won at that time. I didn't die wrongly, it depends on whether you can win the award."

"I don't know if I can." Yan Qingchi said honestly.

"You should be more confident at this time, feel that outside of your personal life, all the staff are servants, and firmly believe that you can do it."

"That's what you thought last year when you knew you were shortlisted?"

"Of course not," Wei Lan said helplessly, "I thought at the time, I've been shortlisted for two roles, at least one of them has to win, otherwise, wouldn't it be miserable."

"Then you still make me confident now?"

"Isn't that to cheer you up? Don't you want to listen to me, don't think about it, it's good to be shortlisted, win awards or something, how can we have that kind of life, do you want to hear this?"

Yan Qingchi: "...you'd better shut up."

"So, be confident, we won it, we celebrate the New Year with joy, we didn't win it, we look forward to winning the award for the next movie, anyway, it's the first time, of course it's the best to win it, and it's normal not to win it. Your next movie That's the point, Director Fu's male protagonist, if he is nominated, he will be the best male protagonist, and if he wins, he will be the best actor.

"Stop talking, I'm a little nervous when you say that."

"Hahaha, when I was shortlisted last year, I thought, if I win, I will be Shidi, 22-year-old Shidi, this is too young, I think the jury will definitely not let me refresh at this age. Emperor Records, so I didn't expect much, and sure enough, it wasn't my turn. But TV is different from movies, and there are still opportunities in movies. Jiang Mochen was already very young when he took the best actor, but before him , There is also an 18-year-old actor who won the Golden Gui Award for Best Actor, so come on, if you act well and win the Best Actor Award, then you are even better than Jiang Mochen."

Yan Qingchi felt that he was not as good as Jiang Mochen, and he was really not as good as Jiang Mochen in acting, but this did not prevent him from wanting to add a trophy to the glass cabinet at home, preferably the same trophy as Jiang Mochen.

"Then I'll borrow your auspicious words." Yan Qingchi said with a smile.

"Borrow it, borrow it," Wei Lan said lazily, "Anyway, I don't have a chance to win an award this year, so I'll lend it all to you."

"Why are you so cute all of a sudden?" Yan Qingchi couldn't believe it.

"Maybe it's because I grew up eating cute." Wei Lan said shamelessly.

Qiqi left the school gate after school, walked to the car, and saw Jiang Mochen and Yan Qingchi were there. He rarely saw Jiang Mochen come to pick him up, so he was very pleasantly surprised. He pulled them one by one and looked left and right. Look, the last "hehehe" smile.

The family of three chose a hot pot restaurant, Chess and Chess was next to Yanqingchi, and asked him, "Why are there no inkstones, do you not eat inkstones?"

Yan Qingchi explained to him, "Inkstone is still small, it is not convenient to bring it out, and he can't eat hot pot either."

"Then we can eat what we can eat." Chess said innocently.

Yan Qingchi listened to his tongue-in-cheek words, touched his head, and said miserably: "Baby, then you can only drink milk, and your father and I can only accompany you.

drink milk. "

Qiqi opened his eyes wide, blinked, and then puffed out his cheeks, "Yan Yan is so pitiful."

"When he grows up, he won't be pitiful anymore, and he can have dinner with us."

"Then when will he grow up?" Qiqi was curious.

"Wait a little longer, don't worry." Yan Qingchi said gently.

The three raised their glasses together to celebrate the arrival of Yan Qingchi's double happiness, and then touched again to celebrate Jiang Mochen's entry.

Although Chess didn't know what they were talking about, he clinked glasses diligently and happily applauded his two fathers.

Jiang Mochen and Yan Qingchi were very happy. They wanted to drink some wine, but because Jiang Mochen drove by himself, they finally drank the drink.

The three of them went home under the moonlight. Chess went to see Yanyan as usual. Seeing that he was already asleep, he didn't bother him. He just put his sleeves in front of his nose and whispered, "Brother, you You are too young to eat hot pot yet, so this time Dad and Dad didn't take you there, but I brought the taste back, you can smell it first, and then go with us when you grow up."

Yan Yan was sound asleep, so he didn't respond.

Qiqi felt that he should smell it, so he took his hand back and said softly, "Good night brother, see you tomorrow."

He waved at Yan Yan, then left Yan Yan's house.

Yan Qingchi watched his actions at the door with a smile in his eyes.

He and Jiang Mochen finally opened a bottle of red wine, clinked glasses in the bedroom, sat on the small sofa, and drank slowly.

Jiang Mochen saw that he was curled up on the sofa, looking a little lazy, so he simply lit a candle and turned off the light.

Yan Qingchi laughed at him, "What are you doing, candlelight dinner?"

"If you want something else to eat."

Yan Qingchi shook his head, "I'm full."

Jiang Mochen sat across from him and looked at him, "Don't you remember, we were sitting here drinking on the day we got the certificate."

Of course Yan Qingchi remembered, "I still drink beer."

"Yes, and then we ran all the way to Qiu Ming Mountain."

Yan Qingchi smiled when he heard the words, "That's because you insisted on drinking and driving. I protested, but you refused."

"Your bickering verbal rejection is not convincing at all, right?"

Yan Qingchi took a sip of red wine, "Then why don't we kick you out of the car forcibly." He looked at Jiang Mochen, "I'm not that pretentious, I'm already married, I always have to do it, do we still have to make an appointment? Time and place, we are only allowed to drive after one year of marriage? Or is it forbidden to drive before we have no relationship? Well, if we have no relationship in our entire life, wouldn’t we be better than monks, Amitabha Buddha, good, good, good.”

Hearing what he said, Jiang Mochen smiled unconsciously, "I was indeed a little drunk that day, but at that time, I wanted to settle down as soon as possible, so I wanted to establish a relationship with you as soon as possible. Although this method is a bit simple and direct, it is very difficult for me. Very effective. I haven't had this kind of relationship with anyone before you, and the closest contact is probably a hug on the shoulder, and you were right that night, I was really picky, and sometimes some eyes were above the top , but I am very fortunate now, because of this, I met you."

Yan Qingchi smiled slowly, "Do you still remember so clearly?"

"I thought I forgot, but just sitting here drinking with you, I thought of the scene of that day, of me and you that day."

"Then do you want to restore the scene of that day?"

Jiang Mochen stood up, walked in front of him, and bent over to look at him. His eyebrows and eyes were deep and affectionate under the jumping of the candlelight. Yan Qingchi looked at it and felt that the tenderness and love in his eyes seemed to have become candlelight and fell into his own eyes.

He heard Jiang Mochen speak softly in the quiet haze, "Can I do it?"

Yan Qingchi smiled and put the red wine in his hand on the table. He opened his arms and looked at the person in front of him, "Only you can."

Jiang Mochen leaned over and hugged him, kissed him on the ear, and then directly hugged him.

Yan Qingchi smiled involuntarily. He looked at Jiang Mochen, reached out and hooked his neck, and kissed him directly in this warm ambiguity.

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