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Act 9: Secrets That Cannot Be Told 9

As soon as the scene, Sister Yaner immediately took off the microphone attached to her forehead and greeted the staff at the background: "Are there any cold drinks? Give Xiang Guai two bottles of ice water. I'm afraid that his face will explode if it flushes again. Now. "

There was a laugh in the background.

Xiangchao bowed his head and rubbed his red ear tips, embarrassed to wait for the corner.

The music director of the court quipped him: "Xiang Guai, you are not too young, haven't been targeted yet? When our sister Yan Yan kissed her, her feathers were going to explode."

"Yes ... yes, yes, but ..." Xiang Gui was still in a state of complete sorrow.

Just on the stage, Sister Yaner suddenly kissed to save the field. Xiang Gui was totally unprepared and wanted to push her away subconsciously, but after touching his girlfriend's shoulders with both hands, he immediately reacted to the audience and the audience.

The kiss was hot and lingering. The audience applauded like thunder and proved how much they liked the kiss.

Sister Yaner patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, in this line, it's normal to kiss, touch, hold, and hold. You watch foreign dramas, and they are all naked."

She raised her hand and rubbed her hair to guess: "Why is your child so thin-skinned? When I played with my partner, we had to kiss a dozen times in a play. For the first time, when we were partners, I kissed When you get a sip, you are so scared. How can tomorrow and the day after tomorrow be performed? "

Xiang Guai sat on a stool and slowly returned to his senses.

Sister Yaner is right. As an actor, it is normal to have physical contact with a partner on the stage. What's more, they played such a silly white sweet drama. When the audience walked into the theater, they watched the handsome men and women fall in love, and the kisses are naturally in everyone's expectations.

Xiang Guai is an actor, and he kissed his heroine without any mistake!

-But, but ...

Xiang Gui's palm rested on his left chest, recalling the eyes that had just been talked about, he suddenly had a strange feeling that could not be said.

It's a bit like the elementary school students were forced to read the composition in public at the parent meeting, and they wished to find a place to sew down. But other than that, it seemed to bring some inexplicable guilty conscience.

"Sister Yaner, I have a question," the boy asked suddenly.

"What's the problem?" Sister Yaner replied casually while removing the hairnet from her hair.

"I remember you got married, right?"

"Yes, my children are in kindergarten!"

Xiang Gui bit his lip and asked softly, "Then you are so close to your male partner on the stage, won't your lover be jealous?"

Sister Yaner sneered, she stopped her gesture and looked at him in the mirror: "Xiaoxiang, you are really cute."

"...?"

"No matter how real the stage is, it's all fake. We enter a period of life, and perform the scenes of sadness and joy, but the people on the stage, after all, are not us." Sister Yaner is very experienced, not surprising. " However, some actors, because they are too close to their partners, turned out to be a good target. People who watched the show were jealous, and then suspicious; those who performed the show also had a subtle sense of derailment ... "

Hearing the words "derailment", he jumped into Guess' heart.

Sister Yaner didn't notice his unnaturalness. She blinked and laughed: "So, for an actor like us, the best choice is-"

Xiang Guai said, "Find an actor in the circle?"

"Wrong!" Sister Yaner patted her thigh. "Look for a fan when you want it!"

Xiang Gui: "?????"

Sister, do you know what your name is for entertainment?

The makeup artist who listened to the chat between them was laughed, and when Xiang Xiang guessed a frightened look, he hurriedly said, "Xiao Xiang, Sister Yaner is not kidding, her husband is really a fan of her. Not only her fans but also He's watched all the plays. "

Compared with the clear film and television circle, the relationship between fans and actors in the domestic stage industry is much closer. There are no agents, assistants, or bodyguards around a stage actor. Often, a person comes to the backstage to make up, and then removes the makeup and leaves.

If an audience often enters and exits the theater and waits for the actor outside the SD every time, the actor will be impressed with him a few times.

"Really, it's best to find fans." Sister Yaner imparted experience. "My husband not only has no doubts about ghosts and ghosts, but also supports me in acting. Because the one I fell in love with first is me on the stage."

Sister Yaner was caught in the memory, and she and her husband had been married for many years, but when it comes to her lover, she was still a little woman immersed in love.

"I also asked him, I said I was in love with a man partner, wouldn't you be jealous? He said no, because-'Even if the audience has seen you thousands of looks, there is a look that only I can see To '.'

...

Every word that Sister Yaner said, she kept coming to Xiang Gu's mind. Even when he left the theater and sat in the chatter car, he was still echoing that sentence.

The rain has stopped and traffic conditions have improved. Suv cars shuttle on the road late at night, the theater is in the north of the city, but their home is in the east of the city.

"Tired? Why don't you keep talking?" Tan Yiming asked.

"It's pretty tiring." Xiang Guai turned to look at him, stunned, like a little banana that had been smashed-stabbed by a rainstorm. "I received the news from the producer last night. I packed my luggage overnight and arrived at the airport early in the morning. I thought I could arrive at noon. As a result of the heavy rain in Huacheng, we stayed in the cabin for a long time before taking off. ... I feel that breath has been kept on my chest ... Now that it's finally finished, I want to go home and sleep directly in bed. "

"If you are tired, just sleep in the car for a while, there are blankets in the back." Tan Yiming said thoughtfully.

"No need." Shake his head to Guess. He held the back cushions in his arms and slipped under the seat like he did in high school. He curled up in the front passenger seat, without any adult appearance. "It's not safe to drive late at night. Let me talk to you to save you from sleepiness."

Tan Yiming raised his eyebrows. "So considerate?"

"Of course I'm considerate," said Xiang Guai proudly. "None of the actresses I've partnered with liked me, saying that I'm a gentleman."

"Oh?" Tan Yiming made a grab, "Sister Yaner said the same?"

Xiang Gui: "..." Dare to wait for him here.

Talk about Yiming so far, did not continue to ask. At first, Xiang Guai was an actor. All the interaction between him and the female lead on the stage was justified; secondly ... he was a landlord and didn't stand up to the tenant's vinegar at all.

Tan Yiming thought he was weird. Obviously a 30-year-old adult man, all the ups and downs of all emotions are tied to this little ancestor next to him.

Xiang Gui didn't say anything, his fingers were hidden under the seat, and he snapped the seams.

He Guang looked at Tan Yiming's look, inexplicably happy.

Just then, Xiang Guai's cell phone rang, and Chen Ziran sent a message.

Face genius Chen Ziran: Lao Tie, I just played, have you finished?

guess: I just came out of the theater, what happened?

Face genius Chen Ziran: I asked the assistant to send you the flowers, did you receive them?

guess: [Meng Goose shocked] .jpg

Guess: why are you spending so much money again!

Face genius Chen Ziran: How many times have you said, don't use the poor income level of your musical actor to measure the pockets of a traffic male star.

Guess: ...

Face genius Chen Ziran: Okay, kneel down.

When Xiangchai left the theater, he walked directly from the back door. He did not pass through the lobby and naturally did not see the conspicuous flower wall that Chen Ziran gave him.

He felt a little guilty and turned to ask if Yiming had seen the flower wall.

Tan Yiming: "I saw it, I took a picture."

He couldn't drive easily, so he handed his cell phone to Xiang Guai.

Xiang Gu accidentally got the man's cell phone and felt a little hot.

Tan Yiming didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and frankly told Xiangxi Gu of his mobile phone password.

His password was a four-digit number, which made Xiang Guai extra familiar.

"this is not……"

"That's your rent." Tan Yiming answered without flushing, "I set your rent as a password to save you from forgetting to collect your money every month."

I don't know who is lying to this answer.

The phone entered the main interface. As soon as it was opened, Xiang Guai was shocked by the bright red 99+ sign on the screen.

Needless to say, WeChat, q-q, and mailbox. Even the life software such as Alipay, Hungry, Gaode Map, and Youdao Dictionary are marked with a bright red reminder symbol in the upper right corner.

Xiang Gui has never seen such a magnificent scene of the motherland's mountains and rivers, shaking him and asking him, "Have you never clicked to see?"

Tan Yiming explained embarrassingly: "Those are pushes, and I'm too lazy to open them."

"Then turn off the background push directly."

"... I don't know how to close it." Tan Yiming coughed and said with a guilty conscience, "So what, I have time to study how to close ..."

Take a look at Tan Yiming, and then look at the mobile phone. I thought that Tan Yiming usually looks very capable. Even at home, he is well organized, but he has no such eclectic side.

And such a private habit is impossible for others to know.

Xiang Gu's mind resounded the words that Sister Yaner had said, which caused him to completely empty his mind on the next journey. He was holding Tan Yiming's mobile phone, his fingers moved mechanically, and he kept zooming in and out of the picture of the flower wall, but in fact he didn't even notice what color the flower wall was.

Tan Yiming certainly didn't know he was being distracted. He only saw Xiang Gui watching the photo for a full ten minutes, seeing that Yiming was sore from the inside out.

... It turned out that Xiang Guai liked the wall so much.

...

The car drove into the basement of the community, hopped off to Guai, and waited to talk about locking the car.

"By the way, where is my luggage?" Xiang Gui only returned a large backpack this time, and everything was in it.

The luggage was not good enough to get in the background, and Xiang Gui stayed in the chat.

Tan Yiming casually said, "I put the trunk."

As soon as the words came out, he immediately remembered that there was still a bunch of ambiguous white roses in the trunk! He hurriedly rushed to the past, anxiously pushing towards Guess to the elevator.

"Guess you go up first. I'll get your luggage."

His too diligent attitude naturally caused suspicion of Xiang Gu.

"I have my hands and my feet. I take my luggage."

"No no no, you must have been tired of acting for such a long time, you should press the elevator first."

Xiang Gui even felt weird: "I took a break after so long and I took it easy. I stuffed a few items in my shoulders to change clothes and I could take it myself."

"Don't move!" Tan Huangming couldn't care how abruptly his behavior was, "I'm coming!"

Xiang Guai: "..."

When Xiang Gu saw that he insisted, he could only temporarily let go of the strange feeling in his heart and echoed, "... Go ahead, get it quickly. I'll wait for you there first."

With that said, he turned and walked towards the elevator.

Tan Yiming stayed beside the trunk and breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, without waiting for his hanging heart to fall, Xiang Gu suddenly killed a return carbine, relying on his flexible hands, grabbed his car key directly from Tan Yiming. Tan Yiming lost his mind in Jingzhou, yet did not respond, Xiang Gui has pressed the door open button on the central control lock.

Just hear a beep—the trunk door raised in response.

The goose yellow light at the top sprinkled, illuminating the entire trunk.

There are a lot of things in the trunk, such as Xiang Guai's black backpack, Tan Yiming's spare suit ... and a bunch of roses that were bumped all the way in the closed compartment but still delicate and elegant.

The scent of the rose fluttered quickly, and it overwhelmed Xiangbi's breath.

Xiang Gu silly looked at the beige rose bouquet, suspecting that he had fallen into a dream.

He asked incredulously, "This is ...?"

"This is ... this is ..." Tan Yiming racked his brains to make up a reason, "Tomorrow is the birthday of our company's commercial director. This is a surprise I gave her on behalf of the company."

Sounds valid and convincing.

However, just as he was laughing at his lies, the pink greeting card sandwiched in the bouquet suddenly fell down, and there was also a crushed rose.

Xiang Guyan quickly grasped the greeting card, took a deep breath, and slowly opened it—

"Guess:

Lighting belongs to you

The stage belongs to you

Applause belongs to you

I belong to you too

——Your first fan: Tan Yiming "

The text written by the man was vigorous and powerful. Just a few dozen words, Xiang Guai read for a long time.

He didn't seem to know the words, he opened his eyes desperately, trying to imprint every glyph in his mind.

This is the most implicit and direct confession I have ever seen in guessing this life.

He had countless words to say, but those words were on his chest, slowly and slowly filling his entire heart.

Xiang Gui silently closed the greeting card, looked up at the man standing in front of him, but unexpectedly saw Tan Yiming's expression of nervousness and breathlessness.

It was that expression of "stupidity" that suddenly made Xiang Gu guess amused and let Yu Jie's words disappear.

What's the use of thinking so much now?

He picked up the broken white rose, his slender fingers turned flexibly, and the rose branch was accurately put into the shirt pocket of the chatter.

The rose petals of the snow mountain rose cascade, blooming on the man's left chest.

"Thank you for the love of this fan—" Xiang Gu gently closed the greeting card. "--I accepted your gift."

The author has something to say: I do n’t know if you still remember, I wrote it in a previous copy, saying that this article is also called "How do fans get soaked in love?"

I hope that while the old talk is chasing and guessing, the old talk is also chasing and guessing.

Admiring each other, obsessing each other, idols and fans.

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