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When Shen Qi sent the message, Fu Mingyuan was talking on the phone with his aunt at home.

Ji Yin held the script with an anxious expression, she was just scolded by the director to the point.

This is her first film and a very important film for transformation. Her acting skills are not as good as the others in the group, and she can only rely on hard work.

The director just asked her to find a chance to play with Brother Fu.

Finally, Brother Fu today's scene was over. Before he had time to run over, Brother Fu started calling.

Brother Fu's agent, Du Jing, stood beside him like a bodyguard, looking around.

The sound of the season is spinning around in place.

The other people's scenes are not over yet, so it's hard for her to ask for advice.

Brother Fu was standing under the temporary shed. It was raining today. In the morning, the rain was still heavy. Now there is only a patter of light rain. The rain drips along the top of the shed, and the soil on the ground has deep and shallow pits.

The drizzle fell, and spray gradually came out.

Fu Mingyuan was wearing a dark gray rag, his cuffs were rolled up to his elbows, his arms were still stained with the dirt that he had rubbed during the shooting, and half of his shoulders were wet.

He didn't seem to feel cold, he still stood straight, half-squinted, and frowned slightly, listening carefully to the person opposite.

"Little Mr. I had dinner on time today." The aunt at home confessed in a low voice: "I ate breakfast. I came back from school for lunch at noon and left when it was time for school."

"I have been looking around, maybe I want to ask when you will be back."

Fu Mingyuan frowned and stretched out: "Well, I see, look at him."

After thinking about it, he added: "What's wrong, call me or Du Jing."

Auntie answered.

I sighed after hanging up the phone.

The quarrel between the brothers is much harder than the quarrel between the husband and wife, not to mention that neither of them would bow their heads first.

Fu Mingli made a big mistake, but he was still a child with a temper.

Auntie looked at the clean dishes on the table and showed a relieved smile.

She knows that Fu Mingli eats obediently every day, in fact, he is subdued. Before the husband was not at home, the little husband was always unwilling to eat much.

Lunch is all eaten at school.

Boys in adolescence have many ideas.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Mingyuan saw a message on the top of WeChat.

It was getting dark, Du Jing stood by and rubbed his cold arms and yawned.

"Shall we go to dinner first? Come over later for the evening scene?" Du Jing suggested.

Fu Mingyuan's face changed slightly, and he glanced at the photos sent by Shen Qi.

"Withdrawn." He handed the phone to Du Jing and tapped his finger on the photo.

Du Jing lowered his head and glanced, and he was happy: "Don't tell me, the shots are pretty good."

"Look at this artistic conception, the scenery in this kind of place is pretty good, except that the accommodation conditions are a little worse, you are tired from filming, you can still be..."

After speaking, Fu Mingyuan took a cold look.

The screen went dark.

Du Jing closed his mouth and suddenly realized.

Fu Mingyuan usually doesn't visit Weibo. This photo also has a watermark, which is obviously from Weibo.

Except for Shen Qi, no one would be bored enough to send him this kind of photo.

Mostly jealous.

Dogs must not only eat dog food, but also work.

Du Jing immediately went to contact public relations.

Fu Mingyuan retracted his gaze, did not open his umbrella, and planned to go straight back to make dinner.

In the past few days, he and Du Jing’s meals were taken care of by themselves. The villagers here are very enthusiastic and will give them some vegetables grown in their own land.

Ji Yin just lowered his head to study the lines for a while, and when he looked up, he saw that Brother Fu was about to leave, and hurriedly chased him up.

"Brother Fu...that..." She held the script against her head, and the assistant followed her and held the umbrella.

Hearing the sound, Fu Mingyuan looked back at her.

"The director asked me to play against you... the scene just now may have to be remade, and the director said that I didn't perform well..."

Ji Yin's voice gradually fainted, and she stood in the rain with her head up and her expression a little timid.

Although others have said that Brother Fu is notoriously good-tempered, he just can't see any emotions all the time.

But Ji Yin is still a little worried about his rejection of himself.

Du Jing coughed beside him.

He just checked Weibo and saw a lot of people saying that Ji Yin and Fu Mingyuan match.

A staff member is already looking at them.

Fu Mingyuan paused while holding the phone, and took back his steps.

"Then here."

Supper can only be put on hold.

There are so many people here, everyone is watching, and nothing happens.

It’s very common to play against the scene, but if you play against the scene in private, it’s not so good.

Ji Yin was grateful.

Du Jing sighed and decided to guard Weibo tonight, so as not to let the flames of gossip ignite all hope.

Shen Qi returned home and waited for a while before waiting for news from Fu Mingyuan.

fmy: I'm helping people to play, I'll see you later

Shen Qi sighed.

He glanced at the calendar.

Starting next week, he will first sign a contract with the losing team, and then go to the villa to supervise.

Maybe the next period of time will be relatively busy.

Fu Mingyuan will be filming for more than two months.

It's very difficult to meet.

He turned on the computer, put a towel around his neck and drove the live broadcast room, but he did not click to open the game, and looked down at the ticket.

[Fuck it, look at what I'm squatting! ]

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ]

[How is the sweet desktop background of desktop QWQ so familiar]

[? ? Fuck, this is Brother Fu! ! I am dead! Let me die in Brother Fu's chest! ]

[No face, I can recognize this is Brother Fu, my mother, Tiantian also likes Brother Fu? Damn, I found something terrible]

The tip of the tongue reached the root of the lower teeth, and Shen Qi poked the phone screen twice. It's not easy to get around in this rural area. The ticket is only 5:30 in the morning, and it is not directly to the village where Fu Mingyuan was filming.

He Baidu for a while, he still has to look at his face and take the fellow's car.

There is no bus stop at the entrance of the village.

After booking the ticket, he looked up at the barrage.

He chuckled lightly, and said casually: "Yeah... Isn't it handsome?"

While talking, the mouse clicked on the button of the shirt: "Unbutton it, will you?"

[? ? ? Yellow card warning]

[Long time no see, it’s still sweet]

[No, upstairs, he just moved his mouth before, now he's starting to do it]

[You went to watch a game, what evolution happened? ]

"Something evolved." He switched to WeChat and checked the time with the construction team he contacted before. The villa was renovated when it was bought. Now it is mainly a layout problem, a few walls being demolished, and room allocation. .

The decoration style will be discussed later when there is time.

[? ? ]

[Is it what I thought? ]

[Report anchor for coloring]

[Prairie overhead:...]

Lu Tun swears that he really just accidentally clicked in and saw what he heard.

He has just discussed the transfer with his manager.

The efficiency of idols is really high.

The manager of the new team was vigorous and resolute, and he went directly to HUOJ's boss two days ago.

When he heard his price from the manager, Lu Tun almost knelt down, he could actually sell it so expensive!

I was so excited that my hands were shaking, but I was shocked by the shamelessness of the idol.

He should have been used to it long ago.

[Prairie above: Bangyi brother is too miserable]

It's really miserable.

The idol is a scumbag.

He can't help but love him.

harm.

The barrage immediately followed him to swipe the screen.

Shen Qi snorted coldly, "What? My brother's favorite is me."

"The one who said he was going to die in Brother Fu's chest, why bother to play a game, I will let you experience desert escape."

[? ? ? Hahahahaha]

[Scroll up a bit, sister, I see you]

[XSWL]

[I'm going to do my homework, goodbye]

[Wuuuu Tiantian will resume the live broadcast today? Will it be broadcast normally in the future? Don’t watch Tiantian Live, I feel that life is less fun]

It was rare for Shen Qi to be silent for a while, with a little regret: "This live broadcast today is mainly..."

He paused.

In the few days he had just retired, he actually regretted his impulse.

E-sports is his dream.

And he chose to quit so easily.

Of course he was relieved before long.

He is rich.

The Qi family industry left by his mother is still running.

If there is no Qi family's property, in order to realize his dream, he might also succumb to Shen Bozong.

But fortunately, there is no such if.

During the live broadcast, he was actually quite happy.

At least the frequency of nightmares is much less than before.

When he was in M1G before, he always thought about training, playing games, and playing games.

After the live broadcast, I found that when I was fine, it was actually quite happy to chat with the audience.

He took a sip of water, and then said: "Today may be the last live broadcast."

As soon as the words were spoken, the barrage went crazy.

[are you joking]

[Waiting for so many days, waiting for such a sentence, ha ha]

[Consumption of our feelings? ]

[Naughty]

"I will be busy for a while, and I will come back irregularly, so... I'm sorry."

His voice gradually became quieter.

It feels like that time when he suddenly announced his retirement, so many fans went to his Weibo to leave messages and private messages.

He didn't want to watch it, and didn't want to reply.

But now, he wants to seriously say "sorry" to people who have supported him.

This apology is not only for them in the live broadcast room, but also for fans who have cheered for him in the audience, in front of the computer and in front of their mobile phones.

[Swearing, who can't have a thing in three dimensions? ]

[Oh, it’s okay, sweet, we will always wait for you to come back! ]

[The platform will not shut down if it fails! ]

[Wow, although Tiantian had a foreboding of this day when she said she didn’t sign the contract, but this day came so fast]

[Cleared]

The number of fans dropped by a few hundred at once.

Still gradually decreasing.

Shen Qi held his forehead and smiled.

it does not matter.

Thank you guys too.

One day, he will change to Angry's name and re-board the number, and then tell them that he is back.

It's just now, it's not the time yet.

He will return to them in the best posture.

He moved his fingers, licked his lower lip and cleared his throat: "Today, 9 lucky spectators were drawn to play three or four rows."

"Don't stop with free gifts, take a screenshot of the bullet screen, the first nine."

After he finished speaking, the barrage rolled frantically, almost too late to watch.

…

Shen Qi played three games, and it was almost twelve o'clock when it was over.

I haven't looked at the phone just now, and only then found out that there are a lot of unread messages.

Lu Tun: Are you going to broadcast the idol?

Lutun: QAQ

Your brother Qi:? Are you owed, ready to start training and live broadcast in a month? Are you free to broadcast?

Lu Tun:...

Lu Tun: I'm sorry for the idol. I knelt down by mistake. jpg

Lu Tun flicked twice on the bed.

Then began to pack things.

I'm leaving HUOJ soon.

He didn't have much luggage, he just packed a little, watched the idol live broadcast, and put it aside.

After packing up his things, he opened the door lightly and went out.

The youth academy is on the fourth floor.

The second floor downstairs is a team.

At the moment, everyone in the youth academy is basically asleep. When he went downstairs, the light on the second floor was on.

As soon as I turned down the stairs on the third floor, I ran into Bo Li face to face.

Lu Tun trembled.

"Team... Captain..."

Although the two had fought against the landlord, they were still afraid of him when they were alone.

Boli held a cup of hot water and nodded at him: "Will you sleep in the middle of the night?"

HUOJ didn't win the championship this time, and the post-match analysis just ended.

Bo Li's voice was a little hoarse.

Lu Tun scratched the back of his head: "Um... come and have a look."

Bo Li stretched out his hand, thought about the way Shen Qi rubbed his head, turned his head away from Lu Tun's face, and rubbed his head twice.

Lu Tun:...

Lu Tun jumped back twice, with a look of horror: "Then what... Captain... I don't want to get involved."

He likes TVT, a cute girl with two pony tails.

small profits:? ? ?

"What nonsense are you talking about?" He himself seemed to be embarrassed. When Lu Tun was on the team, he was scolded by himself. Now he is suddenly so close and a little strange.

"I watched Shen Qi rub your hair like this and learned from him."

Lu Tun coughed: "The idol hit me on the head, your technique..."

It's so gentle and a little scary.

Boli hand wiped his clothes twice: "Don't call me the captain."

He paused again: "From now on, call Captain Shen Qi."

"See you next year in the arena, I hope you can become an opponent worthy of my admiration."

After speaking, he continued to the meeting room holding the water glass. Some videos have not been finished, and the data analysis of the team members has not been finished.

With his back on his back, he waved to Lu Tun.

He lowered his head slightly and smiled.

Lu Tun stood at the top of the stairs, staring at Bo Li's back for a while, then looked at everything on the second floor.

Training room, meeting room, viewing room...

He went back to the youth training room on the fourth floor. The computers were turned off and no one was there.

Total darkness.

Lu Tun squatted down and put his chin on his knees, his eyes were suddenly red.

Goodbye, HUOJ.

Goodbye, where the dream started.

After crying, he angrily sent a message to Ye Lai.

I blame Ye Lai, the crying ghost, for infecting himself with this broken problem.

…

Your brother Qi: Just live on TVT

Fu Mingyuan sent himself several messages. Shen Qi didn't look at his mobile phone when he was broadcasting the live broadcast. Two hours have passed since then.

He climbed onto the bed, but Fu Mingyuan didn't reply.

I set myself twenty alarm clocks, at half past four, to prevent myself from not getting up.

After a while, the phone vibrated twice.

fmy: yes

fmy: go to bed early

Shen Qi drilled into the bed, and went in before replying to him.

Your brother Qi: Brother, why are you still up?

Your brother Qi: Has it been photographed until now?

fmy: Well, just finished, ready to sleep

Your brother Qi: Will OVO also get up early tomorrow?

Your brother Qi: It's so hard, brother

Fu Mingyuan lowered his eyes, rubbed his fingertips on the screen twice, and deleted the three words "used to" that had been typed out.

fmy: Well, get up early

fmy: it's raining, it's a bit cold

Your brother Qi: QAQ is so cold in the bed, and it’s not easy to turn on the air conditioner

Your brother Qi: Brother, do you miss me QAQ

"The other party is typing..."

One minute later—

fmy: yes

fmy: hug.jpg

Shen Qi kicked the quilt.

Your brother Qi: Hug

Your brother Qi: Meme da

Your brother Qi: Good night, brother

Going on, he wants to fly over now.

I don't know if the Qi family has such a thing as a private jet.

Long-distance relationship is really difficult.

Shen Qi chuckled lightly.

See you tomorrow, brother.

Fu Mingyuan put down his phone, and Du Jing, who led the way with a flashlight in front, turned his head: "Would you like to eat something? I didn't eat dinner."

After finishing the scene with Ji Yin, the director came to call someone as soon as he was about to go back.

He wanted to go back and get Fu Mingyuan something to eat, but he was refused.

Fu Mingyuan looked at the road. After the rain, the road was not stable and it was not easy to walk. He just stepped on a puddle when he returned to Shen Qi's news.

He turned on his flashlight and squeezed his eyebrows: "No need."

He looked at the message his aunt had sent to himself again, and Fu Mingli went home on time in the evening and did his homework obediently.

It just still didn't send a message to myself.

It's not that I haven't thought about communicating with Fu Mingli again these days.

What he said about sending Fu Mingli to his parents might have really misunderstood Fu Mingli.

Ever since I was young, I have never seen Fu Mingli cry like that.

Although he always says that he is a man, in the final analysis, he is only 14 years old.

It's just that he enters other people's rooms privately to take things, he can't be soft-hearted.

Fu Mingli has to pay a price for his mistakes before he understands what he can do and what he cannot do.

Du Jing also wanted to persuade him, hearing his tired tone, and go get some breakfast early tomorrow morning.

After drinking white porridge for breakfast for several days, his stomach almost cried.

…

The station more than five o'clock in the morning.

Shen Qi held the ticket in his hand and sat drowsy on the chair.

The alarm clock rang more than a dozen times before he managed to get up from the bed, put on a big cotton-padded jacket, hat and mask, and the whole person was wrapped tightly.

When I got in the car, there were not many people in the car. An aunt looked at him a few times and saw that he was sitting next to her, carrying her bag and moving back.

Shen Qi didn't care.

He slept from the time he got in the car and went to bed until he got out of the car.

Today, I had good luck. As soon as I arrived at the station, villagers from the village where Fu Mingyuan made the movie came out to buy things.

The villager was an uncle, and when he heard that he was going to the village, he started chattering with him when he saw that the man he was wearing was of great value.

"Are you also an actor in that crew?" The uncle spoke with an accent, and it took a while for Shen Qi to understand what he was saying.

Shen Qi chuckled and shook his head. He was wearing a mask and his voice was a little dull.

Uncle rides a three-wheeled electric bike, and the wind on the road is quite strong.

Shen Qi wrapped the big padded jacket tightly and only exposed his eyes.

"No uncle!" He replied, "I'll go see my partner!"

The uncle went gossip as soon as he heard it.

"The little girls in the crew are all du Shui Ling, who do you target? Where do you come from? How long have you been with you? When are you going to get married?"

"Uncle, not a little girl."

The uncle shook his hands while driving, thinking that he had heard him wrong.

"What are you talking about, boy? Uncle's ears!"

Shen Qi smiled low, without repeating it.

"I said, my partner is slick! Good-looking and good-natured!"

"Oh oh..." The uncle smashed his mouth twice, saying that he had heard it wrong.

…

By the time I arrived in the village, it was already time to eat.

It rained just yesterday, and the soil was still a bit damp. Shen Qi’s brand-new sneakers stepped on, and they sank a little in an instant, dyed black.

The uncle put him down, refused to accept Shen Qi's money, and drove a tricycle to his home.

The location of the crew is very eye-catching. They are filming an outdoor scene today, and the shelter that they temporarily built yesterday has been demolished.

Shen Qi had good eyesight. He stood at the entrance of the village, watching the photographer sitting in a small tricycle and slowly advancing the camera, and watching Fu Mingyuan come down with a bucket from the ridge.

Can't really see his face.

But Shen Qi knew that it was Fu Mingyuan.

He was wearing gray cotton clothes, still looking tall and long, and he seemed to have a bit more flavor than usual.

Even when he is carrying a bucket, he walks very steadily.

Shen Qi felt that his heart was beating a little fast.

He moved slowly, step by step towards the crew.

When he walked into the crowd, a scene found him and blocked his way.

"If you want to watch, stay away and don't affect the shooting." Chang Wu Chong Shen Qi smiled friendly.

Although this person was strange, he was wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

Shen Qi took two steps back, and Fu Mingyuan could be seen clearly now.

He simply leaned against the fence and looked at his brother without blinking.

Fu Mingyuan's sleeves were rolled up, and when he was holding the bucket, he bent down slightly.

Xu Piao, who was wearing floral clothes next to him, came over with a hoe, wiping his sweat on his face with a very angry expression, as if he was about to quarrel with Fu Mingyuan.

The director called to stop.

The makeup artists immediately went to fix up their makeup, and Xu Piao's assistant rushed to put on her coat.

After it rained, the weather became colder again.

Du Jing also had his coat in his hand, waiting for Fu Mingyuan to come down from the ridge.

Fu Mingyuan put down his sleeves, his clothes were already dirty, and his steps were very steady.

He just raised his eyes and stopped when his gaze fell over the fence.

At that moment, Fu Mingyuan felt that he might have admitted wrong.

However, he clearly knew that even if the young man only showed a pair of eyes, he would not admit it wrong.