After wearing it for 18 years, it became the top trend

Chapter 42

Speed

At [-] o'clock in the morning, the sky in the northwest had just been brightened, and the director's horn was already sounding like a reminder outside.

"Guests, wake up!"

The people on Chase's bunk scolded the unscrupulous director while struggling to get out of bed.

Qin Lang opened his eyes, and what he saw was Song Yingdi's handsome face leaning on his shoulder in the morning light.

He looked gentle and peaceful, with one hand still on his waist, in a gesture similar to nostalgia.

Qin Lang was slightly startled, and suddenly thought of Song Xingjia. In the past two or three years, whenever he went home for the night, the little guy would definitely come to sleep with him.Leaning on his shoulder like this every time, holding himself with his little hands.

He has always loved the little boy as his little brother, and he has long been used to having such a little brother in his life.Now, after traveling for several months, suddenly one person is missing in my life.

It would be a lie to say that I don't want to.

He looked at Song Mo's eyebrows that vaguely resembled Song Xingjia's, and sighed wistfully.

I don't know where Xiaojia is now?how have you been?Do you still remember your big brother?

This low sigh woke Song Mo up.The other party opened his eyes, was stunned for a moment, retracted his hand and backed away a little, coughed uncomfortably, and said, "Why are you sighing so early in the morning?"

Qin Lang said truthfully: "I saw you, Mr. Song, and suddenly I missed my little brother who looks a bit like you."

Song Mo didn't like him comparing himself with a child, so he twitched the corner of his mouth in dissatisfaction and said, "Can't I see you when I go back tomorrow?"

Qin Lang shook his head: "We have been separated for a long time, and we don't even know where he is now."

Song Mo was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Children are very forgetful, you think the family may have forgotten you long ago."

Qin Lang shook his head and said firmly: "No, Xiao Jia definitely hasn't forgotten me."

"Xiaojia?" Song Mo was taken aback for a moment.

Qin Lang didn't pay attention to his absence, and got off the kang with his arms outstretched.

Song Mo frowned and looked at his thin back, remembering the dream he had before, dreaming of a voice similar to Qin Lang calling himself Xiaojia.Although he didn't confirm anything from his mother, he believed that he should have had such a title when he was a child.

Familiarity, similar voice, same title.

Is all this too coincidental?

But Qin Lang was only 23 years old, and his memories before he was ten years old obviously couldn't have anything to do with him.

He was thinking wildly, and the two guys next to him had already started arguing.

Cheng Yu: "Little pig, did you sneak into my bed last night while I was asleep?"

Zhu Congcong said with a chuckle, "Last night there was a strong wind, which scared me too much."

Cheng Yu: "Then why don't you get into Brother Mo's bed?"

Zhu Congcong: "I wanted to get into it, but Brother Mo himself got into Xiao Qin's bed."

Song Mo: "..."

To cover it up, he cleared his throat: "Get up quickly, be careful if you're late, the director is messing with you again."

Successfully shifted the topic from "he got into Qin Lang's bed".

He frowned and looked at the quilt on his lap.

Was it windy last night?

I didn't feel like I was asleep at all?

He was sure that his sleep disorder didn't suddenly get better, and he didn't feel that the big kang was so comfortable.

In the past few days, he did have a few good sleeps, except for last night, which was twice in the car.

If there is anything in common these three times, it is that Qin Lang is beside him.

So, I slept well because of this person?

He raised his head in disbelief, and looked at Qin Lang who was wearing a coat again.Qin Lang noticed this gaze, turned his head to meet him, and said, "What's the matter? Teacher Song."

Song Mo didn't answer, just got off the bed without saying a word, and gave him another look with unpredictable expression.

Qin Lang felt more and more strange, subconsciously touched his cheek: "Is there something on my face?"

Song Mo still didn't speak, but Zhu Congcong came up to him and looked at him affectionately: "Xiao Qin, I see something in your eyes."

Qin Lang: "What?"

Zhu Congcong pointed at his own fart and said, "Me."

The corner of Qin Lang's mouth twitched, and he said seriously, "I also see something in your eyes."

Zhu Congcong smiled and asked, "What did you see?"

Qin Lang was expressionless: "Eye shit."

Zhu Congcong pretended to be furious, and raised his fist to hit him, but before the small fist landed on Qin Lang's shoulder, Song Mo had already grabbed his wrist, turned around and pushed him gently, pushing him back onto the big kang.

Zhu Congcong took advantage of the situation and fell on Cheng Yu's body again, forming a ball with him.

Song Mo sent away the troublemaker Zhu Congcong, took a step forward, and continued to look at Qin Lang, still without saying a word.

Qin Lang was more and more confused by his strange behavior: "Teacher Song, what's the matter?"

Song Mo said, "Don't call me Teacher Song."

Qin Lang showed helplessness: "Brother Mo, what's wrong?"

Song Mo finally withdrew that strange gaze, shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Qin Lang: "??"

He glanced at the other party suspiciously, and he really didn't see anything unusual from that handsome face.

After walking in the desert for two consecutive days, the director team finally had some humanity today, and stopped trying to torture the guests.Watch folk performances in the morning, and go to the desert off-road vehicle race in the afternoon.

Except for the two guides, ten other guests competed together, with the goal of competing for a flag on the sandy slope three kilometers away.

The desert car is similar to the convertible off-road jeep, but it is smaller and looks very cool.

A few young boys were as excited as seeing a big toy.

Seeing that Qin Lang was seriously familiarizing himself with the operation, Zhu Congcong said loudly: "Xiao Qin, we have won for two days, this time we will cooperate well and continue to kill the Wolves."

Qin Lang was sure that the operation of this car was nothing special, and nodded: "Okay, you go hard, and I will escort you behind."

After all, he glanced at Song Mo next to him. This guy was wearing a helmet and a racing suit. He was very handsome, but he was a little too calm.Compared to other people, the film king really doesn't have much ambition, after all, he doesn't need to rely on this show to increase his popularity.

The director whistled, and several cars rushed out.

The sandy slopes in this arena are continuous, and it is really impossible without some skills.Zhu Congcong and Cheng Yu rushed to the front side by side, while Qin Lang and Song Mo followed leisurely.

At the first sandy slope, two Wolves cars suddenly rushed forward and stuck in front of Zhu Congcong and Cheng Yu's car. The two were excited, but after being separated like this, they immediately lost their position and slipped on the top of the hill. Zhu Congcong Because he is a rookie, the car overturned on the slope.

Fortunately, it is a desert, the uphill speed is not fast, and there are also many helmets and knee pads. The person did not break down, but when he jumped out of the car, a dog gnawed on the mud.

Getting up in a hurry, spit out two mouthfuls of sand in a panic, and shouted at Qin Lang and Song Mo who were following up in a panic: "Xiao Qin, go and kill them!"

Qin Lang glanced at this guy, making sure he was all right, then looked at the two cars ahead, one was Zhong Ming and the other was Zeng Ziwen, waving at them proudly.

Originally, it was just a game, and it didn't matter who wins or loses, but on the sandy slope, even if the possibility of injury is very small, it's really a bit low.

Zhu Congcong's handsome face was full of sand, and he was quite embarrassed, and the grievance on his face was obviously not faked.

Qin Lang glanced at Song Mo who was frowning, and said, "Brother Mo, let's go!"

Song Mo nodded in understanding, his face sank slightly, he shifted into gear, and rushed down the sandy slope side by side with him.

Just when they stopped, the other two cars of the Wolves team also rushed to the front. The four cars were parallel. No matter how spacious the desert is, as long as they cooperate with other cars to block the road, Qin Lang and Song Mo can only follow behind and have no chance to overtake. .

Seeing that two more sandy slopes have passed, the flag at the finish line is already faintly visible.

Qin Lang twitched the corner of his mouth, confirmed that it was okay to remove the helmet with one hand, and waved to Song Mo next to him: "Brother Mo, go downhill, I want to overtake!"

Song Mo realized what he was doing, his expression changed, and he said, "What are you doing?"

Qin Lang raised two fingers, waved at him smartly, put the gear on and stepped on the gas pedal, only to hear a roar, his off-road vehicle rushed up the steep sandy slope ahead.

When it reached the top of the slope, the car did not dive downhill, but rolled up a field of yellow sand and took off directly, passed over the vehicle in front, and landed firmly in front of the four vehicles amidst the roar of the motor and exclamation.

The director and PDs following behind were dumbfounded.

Can we see this amazing speed stunt without paying?

The director excitedly asked, "Did you catch it just now?"

PD: "It's filmed, it's filmed."

After Qin Lang stabilized, he didn't turn his head back, he just made a cool comparison to the car behind him.When the four cars lost their rhythm, Song Mo's car also overtook him from the side and walked side by side with him, successfully blocking the four of the Wolves.

After that, it was a matter of course, and the two successfully rushed to the top of the last slope and took down the Qi flag.

Qin Lang stopped the car first, pulled down the flag, and waved it happily.

Song Mo also got out of the car, took off his helmet, and walked up to him without saying a word.

Qin Lang turned his head and said excitedly: "Brother Mo, we won again!"

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that Song Mo's expression was wrong.The other party looked at him with a sullen face, then glanced at the following camera, and immediately changed into a smiling face, waving his hand and whispering: "I'll settle the score with you later!"

Qin Lang: "??"

What account?

He turned his head to look at him strangely, but before he could turn his head, he was pressed on the back of his forehead by the other party's hand, and forced to turn back to face the cameras following him: "Look at the camera and don't look at me."

Qin Lang grinned subconsciously and looked at the camera, but from the corner of his eye, he was looking at the people beside him.

Song Yingdi, you pursed your lips and smiled without opening your mouth. How did you make your voice?

Do you still use ventriloquist?

No matter what Song Mo wants to settle, the director is obviously quite satisfied with Qin Lang's operation just now. He got out of the car and ran over, and said with a smile: "Xiao Qin, I didn't expect you to have this skill. Do you usually play racing? At this level Pro off-road rider? I'll have to cut it in a promo later."

Qin Lang waved his hand modestly: "No, I just learned a little stunt before."

In order to earn more money as a stand-in, he also learned some speed car stunts by the way, and he is indeed a bit talented in this regard.Originally, he didn't intend to show off his driving skills, but he really couldn't see how Zhong Ming and the others acted so lowly in order to win the race.

On the return trip, Qin Lang naturally became the favorite of the Eagles.Young boys have a natural admiration for this kind of skill, Zhu Congcong and Cheng Yu can't wait to confess him.

So Song Mo's account didn't stop him until he went back for dinner, packed his luggage and prepared to go back, the camera was removed, and the others went out, before he stopped him: "Wait a minute!"

Qin Lang has been his darling for so long, only now did he realize that Song Yingdi still has a debt to settle with him.

"Brother Mo, what's the matter?"

Song Mo said: "Racing just now is a game, you know?"

"I know!" Qin Lang nodded.

"Winning or losing isn't that important, right?"

"Of course, if it wasn't for Congcong being bullied, I didn't expect to win."

"Then have you ever thought about how dangerous flying cars are?"

"No, it's at most 20 meters. I've flown over a river that's more than 40 meters wide before." After that, he laughed as if remembering something, "The first time I flew, I fell into the water and almost drowned."

Song Mo's face became a little weird, and after a while, he asked again: "What did you do before?"

Qin Lang: "Stand-ins also occasionally work as stunt performers, as long as they can make money anyway."

Song Mo frowned: "Don't do such dangerous moves again."

Qin Lang: "I have a sense of proportion, not dangerous."

Song Mo's face turned cold: "I say it's dangerous."

Qin Lang wanted to ask back, but seeing the other party's serious expression, he swallowed the words.

Who told him that he is the film king, and he is five years older than me!

He smiled and said, "Understood."

Song Mo looked at his smile, and his face softened a little, then he added inexplicably: "You will be red."

Qin Lang: "..."

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The author says:

The eldest brother is a pure man, but he still has to suffer and light the wax for him.