Chapter 243: Previous Life (35)
Zhou Chong was completely fascinated by her.
Shan Qingshan has been running around outside for such a long time.
I spend most of my time in the film and television city. A while ago, I flew to several countries to participate in shows and filmed two variety shows. Sometimes I would go into the deep mountains and forests with the crew.
Zhou Chong missed her so much that he wanted to connect his phone to a power source and make video calls every day to comfort himself.
I couldn't help it, so I went there secretly under the pretext of a company project and took a look from a distance.
Shan Qingshan is really busy.
The number of fans visiting the set has also increased visibly.
Zhou Chong had to admit that if he visited the set often, there was a high possibility that his relationship would be exposed, and using a mobile phone to communicate was the safest way.
Perhaps because of his busy work and high pressure, Qingshan Xiaobao's replies are becoming shorter and shorter, and the time intervals between replies are becoming longer and longer.
In the past, Zhou Chong could always find a little tenderness in Qingshan Xiaobao's coldness.
He felt that he was special and that Qingshan Xiaobao liked him.
But lately, it's been too cold.
After being treated coldly many times, Zhou Chong learned his lesson.
No longer bother him with trivial daily matters.
Judging from the chat records, the two people seem to have less and less to talk about.
Zhou Chong started with “I have a friend” and asked his friend for advice, to which he got the answer “You may be about to break up.”
Zhou Chong was worried and contacted Shan Qingshan more frequently than before.
On the surface, he is busy with work, and he also understands that Shan Qingshan is busy with work.
It's true, but not sincere.
He was afraid that one day he would receive the message, "Let's break up."
But today, Zhou Chong felt that he was alive.
He looked at the person sleeping soundly in his arms, and smelled the scent of home shower gel from him, feeling particularly at ease.
Zhou Chong lowered his head and kissed his lips.
Shan Qingshan opened his eyes.
"Did it wake you up?"
Shan Qingshan said nothing, put his arms around his neck, raised his head, and kissed him again.
Zhou Chong held him and turned over to press him down.
I thought to myself that I probably still liked him.
Even if it's not,
At least, he still had something that Qingshan Xiaobao was reluctant to part with...
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Shan Qingshan took on a criminal investigation drama, in which he played a lawyer in a suit and glasses, and he didn't have many scenes.
After the final makeup photos were released, the agent took a photo of Shan Qingshan wearing glasses and reading a book.
The comment section was filled with people saying that A Wei was dead.
The man who caused hundreds of thousands of A Wei’s death was sitting in the corner of the studio, reading a book in silence.
Recently, when he is not filming, he is always reading.
Very quiet, very focused, as if living in a separate world.
The book turned to the last page.
Finished reading.
Shan Qingshan closed his book and remained silent, looking as if he had let himself go.
Lingling quickly stepped forward and said, "Brother Qingshan, many people on the Internet like you very much now. Do you want to take a look?"
No response.
He is not interested.
"Brother Qingshan, there's no show this afternoon, how about we go out for a meal? I heard there's a lot of delicious food at the nearby Beijing University. It's said that every mature university in the country has a busy snack alley near it."
The finger on the book cover moved slightly.
Lingling quickly took out her cell phone and struck while the iron was hot by showing him some videos related to Peking University on the Internet.
The snacks over there, the academic atmosphere over there, and the campus over there.
He became more and more excited as he spoke, and touched his personal page.
"What's this?"
Seeing Shan Qingshan asking, Lingling immediately became excited.
Introduction: "This is a super topic about you and Mr. Zhou. It hasn't been out for long, but there's a lot of information. The host is obviously a loyal fan. I don't know where this photo was taken, but the atmosphere is special..."
"Let's kill them."
Lingling suspected that she didn't hear clearly, "What?"
Shan Qingshan was silent for a few seconds, "I can't make the decision myself, right?"
"No, brother..."
"Then tell your agent and see what he thinks."
Silence fell again.
Lingling felt it was difficult to figure out what to do as she looked at the book she had already finished.
"Brother, are you still reading? I'll buy you two more books."
Reading is always better than daydreaming.
"good."
Shan Qingshan only reads books related to law.
Lingling wanted to put a few storybooks in there, but they were all thrown aside and never turned over.
Shan Qingshan has a photographic memory. As he reads more and more books, the screenwriters of the crew will come to ask him related questions, using Shan Qingshan as a search engine.
Shan Qingshan never refuses anyone who comes.
Later, the director and the leading actor also came.
More and more people gathered around him, but Shan Qingshan remained silent.
"Teacher Shan, how many years do you think this character will be sentenced to?"
"Life imprisonment, or in more serious cases, the death penalty."
The director immediately said to the screenwriter, "That won't work. Who would want a murderer? Change his emotional scenes."
Shan Qingshan's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he said nothing.
The director and screenwriter talked about a few other characters and finally left.
The drama shot by Shan Qingshan is a modern theme, with two filming locations in the business circle, not far from Zhou Chong's company building.
Shan Qingshan didn't tell Zhou Chong.
Zhou Chong got the news from his agent and came over.
He even pretended to send a message to Shan Qingshan, asking him why he was filming in this place.
Shan Qingshan was not looking at his phone. He was holding a thick book and reading at the edge of the busy, noisy and chaotic set.
That kind of serenity, quietness and coolness that is not affected by the world is fascinating.
He also wore a suit and glasses.
Zhou Chong's Adam's apple rolled and he couldn't move his eyes away.
Perhaps his gaze was too hot, Shan Qingshan noticed it.
A glance from afar, light and cold, but like Cupid's arrow of love, hitting the heart right in.
The phone vibrates.
Shan Qingshan: [Go to my car and take your time]
Only then did Zhou Chong realize that he had embarrassed himself.
Fortunately, the person who discovered it was Qingshan Xiaobao.
Otherwise, I will definitely lose something big today, and I will have to go two miles away to pick up my face.
Zhou Chong got on the RV and decided to stay there cunningly.
He didn't know whether Qingshan Xiaobao could go home with him today.
I just know that I miss him.
During the waiting time, he felt like a bride wearing a red veil, waiting for her husband to enter the bridal chamber.
Fortunately, he waited for Qingshan Xiaobao.
The price to pay is that the RV became dirty.
The car needed to be washed, so Zhou Chong cleaned it up briefly before Shan Qingshan handed the car to his assistant to drive it to the car wash. He got into Zhou Chong's car and took all the books he had read back home.
The book was thick and heavy, so Zhou Chong took the initiative to take over the work and asked Shan Qingshan to take a shower first.
Shan Qingshan sat on the balcony after taking a shower.
The evening breeze blew the clothes hanging on the balcony, and the faint fragrance floated in the air, making him feel as if he was living in the human world.
Zhou Chong packed up his books, prepared some fruits, and then came out to look for someone. Finally, he saw Shan Qingshan half-lying on a rattan chair on the balcony.
He closed his eyes, as if asleep, and a late butterfly was perched on the tip of his nose.
Zhou Chong even stopped breathing.
Maybe it was because Shan Qingshan was too quiet, and when I opened my eyes, the butterflies hadn't flown away.
When he turned his head, the butterfly flapped its wings and flew away.
"Are you tired? Do you want to sleep?"
Shan Qingshan looked at him.
The tone of this sentence was as awkward as just now in the RV. Zhou Chong asked: "Do you like it?"
Shan Qingshan stood up, picked up a piece of the fruit he had cut with a fork, ate one piece, and fed him another piece.
"Are you tired?"
Zhou Chong: "I'm not tired."
"Then wait a little longer."
He couldn't sleep again.
It would be good to look at Zhou Chong for a while longer.
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I'll finish the previous life chapter in these two days.