I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

When Xu Qingya woke up, the surroundings were pitch-dark.

She sat up in a daze, wanting to get out of bed and go to the bathroom.

But wait... there seems to be something wrong?

Through the weak light, she saw a dark figure sitting on the sofa next to her, leaning on the back of the chair, her head tilted, and a slight snoring sound.

Xu Qingya's heart almost stopped in fear. She felt that the blood in her whole body had coagulated, and she even felt that if she looked in the mirror at this time, she would definitely see her hair standing on end.

A scream reached his throat.

But wait, like, this is Uncle?

Why is uncle in my room?

No, no... Xu Qingya finally woke up a little.

It's like... not my room?

This is my uncle's room...

The memory came back little by little.

It seems that I wanted to wait for my uncle to finish his work last night and say a few more words.

It might turn out to be too sleepy...

She looked down at herself.

I took off my coat, I don't know if I took it off myself or if my uncle helped me.

But the clothes inside didn't move.

Xu Qingya still believed in the uncle's character and had no doubts at all.

Uncle is such a sloppy bastard that he disdains to do sneaky things to sleeping girls.

Because from his experience, he doesn't believe that there are girls who he can't use normal means, and he doesn't even think about using crooked ways.

Although Xu Qingya really wanted to lie down and continue to sleep, since she had already woken up, she couldn't stay shameless.

So she tiptoed out of bed, put on her jacket quietly, and went to the bathroom to release the pressure.

The clear voice in the night made her blush a little.

Then he walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, but hesitated again.

stood for a few seconds,

She walked in quietly and came to the uncle.

She gently opened the curtains a little, and a little starlight poured in. Although the light was still very dim, because her eyes had adapted to the darkness, she could see the uncle's face and facial features clearly.

The uncle frowned slightly, wondering what troubles he encountered in the dream.

She leaned down slowly and approached quietly.

That handsome face with vicissitudes written in every stripe road is close at hand.

She could hear the uncle's breathing and felt the heat hitting her tender face.

What am I doing! Xu Qingya raised her head suddenly, feeling a little feverish on her face.

It's all because the uncle's breath is so hot.

Xu Qingya stared silently.

I don't remember where I saw it, but when a person is most real, he is asleep.

Removed all defenses and took off the mask of disguise.

A big man with a ferocious face may be unexpectedly soft inside, and when he falls asleep, he will look very cute and his face will become soft.

A bright and beautiful person may be full of jealousy and ugliness? Gritting his teeth involuntarily when sleeping? Face distorted.

If this statement is true.

Then the uncle is a kind and gentle person, but he is very tangled and preoccupied.

She could see God.

When she was startled? I don't know when? Her little hand had touched the uncle's cheek.

In his sleep, the uncle moved uneasily? A vague murmur came out of his mouth, and he didn't know what to say.

Xu Qingya didn't move? After a while? Uncle calmed down again. She put her hand on the uncle's cheek and rubbed it gently.

...

When Du Caige woke up in the morning, he found that he was covered with a blanket.

Obviously not a hotel blanket.

And Xu Qingya has disappeared.

Du Caige is not surprised by this, the girl is thin-skinned? Wake up and find herself sleeping in a man's room? You must be very embarrassed.

He originally wanted to wake Xu Qingya up last night and let her go back to sleep.

But considering that she has been working very hard recently, she followed this and that, so she couldn't bear to wake her up after all.

After washing up, he checked his phone? He found a few messages.

Among them, Fan Yuhong sent him: call me back as soon as possible.

It was sent before 7 in the morning.

Du Caige called Brother Fan immediately.

After connecting, he asked, "Brother? What's the matter."

"I just told you not to talk nonsense."

Du Caige was surprised: "What did you say?"

It was Fan Yuhong's turn to be surprised: "Didn't you watch the Golden Melody Awards last night?"

"Didn't see it?" Du Caige immediately guessed a little, "Did I not win the award?"

Fan Yuhong said in a deep voice: "It's not that I didn't win the award? The best original soundtrack was given to your "Those Years". But the best lyricist? The best composer? portion."

Du Caige pouted: "I see. It doesn't matter, I won't talk nonsense."

"I got the news. I'm afraid many reporters will come to you today. Pay attention to yourself."

"kindness."

"Seriously," Fan Yuhong was still worried, "You really won't hold the Golden Melody Award?"

Du Caige smiled: "I don't care what they do."

After chatting for a while, Du Caige hung up the phone. Time is precious and cannot be wasted.

He used LL to send a message to Wang Dongni, and after waiting for two minutes without seeing Wang Dongni reply, he sent another message to Chen Fan, asking "Wang Dongni is better."

Chen Fan returned quickly. "She's not very well today. Don't be in a hurry, her parents will call you."

Du Caige pondered for a while, gave up thinking, and replied, "Okay."

He is really too busy right now.

Peng Sizhang and Jiang Youxi have limited schedules and must finish their scenes as soon as possible.

And there are a few scenes of them that have to wait until Duan Xiaochen comes back.

Therefore, it is very important to make a reasonable shooting plan.

It is also important to complete the daily plan on time.

There is also "Full-time Master", which can't be delayed, it has to match the layout of WeChat.

This is not only a matter of earning more and less, but it is also related to the jobs of countless people, which should not be ignored.

When we arrived at the studio, we quickly made preparations and got ready to start work.

Du Caige and Xu Qingya looked at each other a few times, and when they saw the little girl's expression was the same, talking and laughing, they stopped worrying.

At this time, it is still in the preparatory stage. The prop artists and makeup artists are showing their skills, and reporters have already arrived one after another.

Fortunately, the field managers were alert and didn't let anyone in, otherwise it would be a mess.

After waiting for a while, there are more and more reporters, and this is not the way to go.

Du Caige called Liu Zifei, discussed a few words, and called Fan Yuhong again.

In the end, he decided to come forward for an interview himself, lest today's filming be affected.

Surrounded by the staff, Du Caige walked out.

Immediately, dozens of microphones reached out to Du Caige, black, thick and long, as if they were about to poke into his mouth.

This reminded Du Caige of the life art films he had watched on Earth before, and his face suddenly became unsightly.

Fortunately, Du Caige had foresight and brought some staff over to protect him.

"Please don't crowd and keep order. If you can't do it, then I'll turn around and leave," he shouted.

Several staff members began to maintain order so that the reporters would not push the crowd.

The commotion soon subsided.

Du Caige said again: "I know it's not easy for everyone to come here. If I don't accept the interview, it will be difficult for you to communicate with each other. But, this is a set after all, and we are here to burn money every minute and every second."

After a pause, Du Caige said after scanning everyone, "So let's do this, I will randomly select a few journalist friends, answer each of you a question, and then everyone will go away, okay?"

This is also a very common method, and the reporters have no objection.

Hemingway wasn't a big star either, and there was no value in taking photos with them. As long as they asked the questions clearly, they wouldn't be bothered to stay here.

"Ladies first, this beautiful woman in a plaid skirt," Du Caige called to a female reporter in her 30s, holding a microphone labeled LL Portal. "Ask your question."

The female reporter probably didn't expect her luck to be so lucky, and she was the first to be targeted. She is not the kind that is very beautiful and conspicuous. In similar occasions, the interviewees often turn a blind eye to her.

After being stunned for a moment, she asked excitedly: "Mr. Hemingway, at the Golden Melody Awards ceremony yesterday, only one less important award was awarded to you, what do you think of this? What do you want to say to the Golden Melody Awards Organizing Committee? Do you think it would be different if you were at the awards ceremony?"

"This is the 'Golden Melody Award', not the 'Hemingway Award'. It's normal not to give it to me. I never said that I wanted to win an important award from the Golden Melody Award, right? Next," Du Caige directly ignored her following Question, "The reporter friend in the white shirt."

The male reporter who was named asked calmly: "Mr. Hemingway, many people think that you should at least win the 'Best Lyricist Award' and the 'Best Composer Award', thinking that you are better than Yu Fei who won these two awards. Teacher and Hu Pei are more qualified to win these two awards. What do you think?"

Mad, these reporters are more ruthless than each other. Are they trying to offend Yu Fei and Hu Pei? Make neutral fans hate me by the way? Do you think I'm being stupid?

Du Caige didn't see any change in his face, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yu Fei and Mr. Hu Pei are both very good musicians, and I like their works very much."

"Here, maybe only the protagonist wins is the real justice. But this is not life, and I'm not the protagonist. It's normal to win or lose. Next!"

A third reporter asked: "Some people think that the reason why you didn't win the award has a lot to do with your not being there. It is said that members of the awards committee said in private that important awards would not be awarded to those who were not present. So will you go to the Golden Melody Awards next year?"

Du Caige shrugged, "It depends on the situation, go to play when you have time, and don't go when you have time. I have no interest in the Golden Melody Awards, nor do I have any special resistance. Give it to me, if you don't want it, I don't care. Next!"

The implication is that the Golden Melody Award is not worth worrying about, and I don't care at all.

Like an antelope hanging its horns, it cleverly installed a beep.

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