Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 248. Extra Story: Wei Lan (28)

This is an anti-theft badge. "Okay then." After Yan Qingchi finished speaking, he said it was hard work before turning around and leaving.

He walked forward, sighed in a low voice, as if vomited out the anguish of the conversation just now, and then restrained the sadness before, and entered the house calmly.

He walked to the left corner of the field and made a gesture of pulling outward, which opened the door of his house. Then he closed the door and reached in, seemingly grasping something cylindrical. He twisted the bottle cap that didn't exist in his hand, then took a sip of the drink, tightened the bottle cap again, lowered his head and blinked. Then he walked to the other side and made a posture of pushing outwards. He looked out of the window, with some indifferent sadness in the quietness. Hidden away.

He looked out the window, silently.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand to close the window again, but when he lowered his head, he raised the corner of his lips very lightly, almost indiscernibly.

After Yan Qingchi's performance, the room was quiet for a while, Liu Meng spoke first, and she asked, "Why did you add that sentence? It wasn't in the lines I told you."

"I know." Yan Qingchi said calmly: "But I also know that Meng Luo's character design is the final murderer, and before the male protagonist exposed him, no one found out. Therefore, before this, Meng Luo's actions should be reasonable and there is no doubt. However, for a son, his father was dead or murdered. He knew that the police were going to investigate other Wouldn't you be curious when you were alone? Wouldn't you want to go and see it together? Wouldn't you ask for relevant information? If you just leave indifferently after the police say you can leave, it would be a bit unnatural. "

Liu Meng thought for a while, but actually smiled, and she said, "What you said makes sense."

Director Wang looked at his resume, and then at him, "Graduated from a major."

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Yes."

The original owner is indeed a graduate of a major, but his acting skills are not very good.

"The performance was solid."

Yan Qingchi was a little pleasantly surprised by this evaluation. He himself was not born in acting, but his empathy ability is relatively strong, and he is more open-minded. Therefore, he was really overjoyed to get a solid evaluation.

"Thank you for the director's compliment, I will continue to work hard."

"Well, you go back first."

"Yes."

Yan Qingchi bowed to the three of them and left quietly.

Director Wang didn't keep them waiting for a long time. That night, Yan Qingchi received a call from Guan Mei.

"You succeeded in the audition." Guan Mei said concisely, "The script has been sent to your email, and there is a start-up time written on it, please pay attention. By the way, read the script several times and memorize the lines well. Director Wang is a great director. , you performed well, it will be of great help to your future."

"I see, thank you."

"You're welcome, you won this by yourself, you should thank yourself and Young Master Jiang."

"Then thank you for accompanying me."

Guan Mei's heart is a little subtle: this is different from the information she collected before, why is she so gentle and considerate?

She gave a few more instructions, then hung up the phone and went to arrange other matters.

Yan Qingchi hung up the phone, and Wei Lan sent him a WeChat message: Director Wang chose you! ! ! Tell the truth, did Jiang Mochen greet him in advance?

Yan Qingchi was also a little surprised that he lost Wei Lan in PK, but he tapped the keyboard of his phone: You think too much.

Wei Lan thought it was unbelievable: I lost to you, my God, what happened to this world! Is it the end of the world!

Yan Qingchi felt the collapse in his tone, and replied to him: Do you still remember our bet, if I succeed, you can delete the prejudice against me with one click, and admit that I have extraordinary talent and nice character.

Wei Lan: ...

Yan Qingchi: You are so upright, you will definitely do what you say [smile]

Wei Lan: ...

Yan Qingchi: I believe in you [smile]

Wei Lan: This person is dead, burn paper for something.JPG

Yan Qingchi couldn't help laughing at the little man lying flat on the screen. In fact, when Wei Lan didn't have a whim, it was quite funny.

While thinking about it, he sent a WeChat message to Jiang Mochen: I succeeded in the audition [happy]

Jiang Mochen was probably busy, and returned to him after a while: Director Wang told me, you should read the script carefully, and the machine will start up next month.

"Okay." Yan Qingchi replied.

"You can ask me if you don't understand." Jiang Mochen was very generous.

Yan Qingchi thought for a while and asked, "Actually, I have a question that I don't understand right now. Although I was pleasantly surprised by the success of the audition, why did you choose me? How am I better than Wei Lan? Wang Did the director tell you?"

"Let's talk about it, this is more complicated, I will tell you when we meet."

"Are you still busy?"

"Well, I'm filming an advertisement, I guess I won't be able to catch up with the start of Qiqi school, so you have to send him off yourself."

"It's okay," Yan Qingchi typed, and suddenly thought of the sentence on the Internet, "You are in charge of making money to support the family, and I am in charge of being beautiful~"

Jiang Mochen: ...

"Am I wrong? Is it because you can't make money or I'm not good-looking enough?" Yan Qingchi teased him.

"Show face, Mrs. Jiang, the days when you can earn money to support your family are not far away."

"Then I will be in charge of making money to support the family, and you will be in charge of being beautiful. Look, I am willing to admit that you are good-looking."

"It's true."

"But you don't want to admit that I'm good-looking."

"Because you are too thick-skinned."

Yan Qingchi laughed immediately, "Show some face, Mr. Jiang, look up at the four big words 'this is the truth' above, your skin is not as thin as you think, okay?"

Jiang Mochen still wants to go back to him, but the makeup artist has already finished his makeup, "Mr. Jiang, it's fine."

Jiang Mochen responded, and sent Yan Qingchi a sentence: I'm going to shoot, let's talk about it later.

"Okay, I wish you an early end of work." After Yan Qingchi replied, he put his phone back into his pocket, and went to tell Qiqi a bedtime story in a happy mood.

Qiqi looked up at him.

"Jump." Yan Qingchi said, jumping down a step just like he did just now.

"It's your turn."

Qiqi was a little dazed and looked at him in a daze.

Yan Qingchi coaxed patiently, "Jump down like I just did."

Qiqi moved forward a little bit, jumped with both feet, and jumped to the next step.

Yan Qingchi jumped down another step and turned to look at Qiqi.

Qiqi didn't hesitate this time, and quickly followed suit.

They jumped all the way up the stairs.

Yan Qingchi asked him, "Is it fun?"

Qiqi nodded.

"You can play after that."

Qiqi's eyes lit up instantly.

"It's just," Yan Qingchi emphasized, "you can't play secretly when you are alone, you must play when I or my father are around."

Qiqi nodded.

"Do you know why?"

Qiqi does not speak.

Yan Qingchi smiled, "I don't know why you still nod your head."

Qiqi lowered his head in embarrassment.

Yan Qingchi took his hand, bent down, and touched the corners of the steps, "Because if my father and I are away and you play alone, if you are not careful, you will bump here and it will hurt a lot Yes, there may still be scars."

Qiqi raised his eyes to look at him, Yan Qingchi nodded, "I've been knocked down when I was a child, and I cried for a long time because of the pain."

Qiqi was a little surprised, "Will Uncle knock it too?"

"Yes, so chess and chess must be obedient, otherwise if you hit it, it will really hurt."

Qiqi nodded, "Qiqi understands."

"So good." Yan Qingchi kissed his forehead.

Qiqi stretched out his hand to touch it in surprise, and then felt a little embarrassed and shy.

Yan Qingchi was a little surprised when he saw the instant change in his expression, didn't Jiang Mochen kiss him before? He thought, otherwise, he wouldn't be so obviously shy.

He didn't ask about Qiqi, but decided to ask Jiang Mochen another day.

"Let's go, let's go eat."

At the corner of the stairs not far away, Jiang Mochen stood quietly, silently watching what happened just now.

At the beginning, he actually did not expect that Yan Qingchi would get along so well with Qiqi. Although Qiqi is obedient and sensible, he is too silent, and sometimes he feels so quiet that he doesn't know how to get close. But Yan Qingchi didn't seem to be bothered by this, he would stay silent with Qiqi, or take the initiative to play other games with him, to drive him to speak sentence by sentence.

He has a bright appearance, and looks a little frivolous and proud, but he is always gentle and patient when dealing with chess and chess. He will cooperate with his games, consider his mood, and explain the truth to him seriously.

In fact, he is more suitable to stay with Qiqi than himself.

Jiang Mochen thought back to when he was young, at that time he was still at the age of teasing cats and dogs, and every time he was at home, he liked to slide down the handrail of the stairs. At that time, his parents were very angry, and his father even directly scolded him for being immodest and uneducated. He felt wronged, but no one understood.

Later, it was his sister who came to comfort him, she said, "If you play like this, you will fall off easily and get hurt. Dad said that because he was afraid that you would get hurt."

Jiang Mochen was puzzled, "But he obviously didn't say that, he just doesn't like me, he scolded me."

My sister leaned against him, smiling softly, her voice was nice, she said, "If he doesn't like you, why bother scolding you to control you, just let you fall once, and you will be taught a lesson. Dad He's just not good at expressing it, don't think about it."