little turtle in pocket

Chapter 23

In the year [-] AD.The promised snow missed the appointment, and the city returned to its half-cold state after experiencing a cooling down.

Christmas is approaching, and businesses that join in the fun have placed plastic fake pine trees at the entrances, and the decorations are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple.In Wu Ming's words: the streets are full of natives, and for any foreign festival, it's almost like going to grandma's house.

As soon as the handsome Wu with a gentle appearance came out with a Northeast accent, he managed to make the 囧 child laugh half to death.

After laughing, Wen Nuo squatted in the corner of the set and played his game as usual, with earphones plugged into his ears, and the mobile phone with one battery left turned on and kept close at hand, just in case there was a machine that needed to be repaired.

His attitude of not listening to things outside the window is very wise, because the producer of BH is having trouble with the second director Qian Mei again.

Qian Dahuzi explained a few words, but found that he couldn't get into Zhao's airtight words at all, so he closed his mouth very depressed, and the assistant director of Mian Miantaozimei went to compete with the machine gun.

After listening for a long time, Wu Ming only vaguely heard that it was related to the budget exceeding the standard.He has always been uninterested in this kind of economic affairs and doesn't know what to do. For a while, he didn't know whether to go up to dissuade him or to follow the 36 tricks. Thinking about his clumsy tongue, he was not the opponent of Miss Zhao at all, let alone What's more, the matter of the entertainment tabloid last time made her angry, so she lowered her head and pretended to concentrate on studying the script.

Aiming at the enemy's vitals and about to pull the trigger, the eyes suddenly fell into darkness.

At the same time, Wen Nuo felt warmth on his eyelids: Someone covered his eyes, and even the earphones were knocked off.Without even thinking about it, he slapped him backwards: "What are you doing, are you trying to scare me to death?"

The light was restored in front of his eyes, it was Li Dongxing, a lifeless guy, his eyes were bright with a smile: "I have good news, guess what it is?"

Hmph, what good news can there be for this rootless duckweed-like wild boy?Wen Nuo continued typing on the keyboard: "I don't like to talk, I don't bother to guess."

Dong Xing was not annoyed, he rubbed his palm on the back of the child's furry neck: "I have an appointment with someone to go to the recording studio the day after tomorrow, can you go with me?"

"Recording studio?" Wen Nuo looked up at the cheerful lead singer Li, "Finally someone wants the things written by your band?"

"Yeah!" Dongxing nodded vigorously, with his palm all the way down, touching and pinching, until it covered a certain key part, and was slapped off by Wen Nuo.

"Then congratulations." Wen Nuo paused the game unbearably disturbed, "But what does this have to do with me?"

"Hey, look at this!" Dongxing took out a sheet of music as if by magic.

With hesitation in his deep black eyes, Wen Nuo finally took the paper and looked down.

It's a slow rock music score.The concise and beautiful melody is so gentle that it is intoxicating, and it is very catchy. When I look at Wen Nuo, I can't help humming.

Dong Xing looked at the child who was immersed in the world of music, with a lingering smile, and waited for him to finish humming a verse before asking: "How is it? Not bad? It's just tailor-made for you! "

Wen Nuo returned the sheet music to him: "It's very suitable for you to sing."

Dongxing pushed him back, and the artist blushed a little while intertwining his fingers: "Don't! I said it was made for you! My sound quality is not thick enough to sing!"

Wen Nuo put away the computer and leaned against an item box behind him. The black coat and gray sweater made his skin almost transparent, and his eyes became darker and elusive: "Who told you to come here?"

"What do you mean?" Dong Xing fiercely attacked him, "With my good intentions, are you treating me like a donkey's liver and lungs?"

Wen Nuo asked persistently, "Who told you to come?"

The four eyes met, and two pairs of equally crystal clear black eyes faced each other.In the end, Dongxing was defeated: "OKOK, so what if I tell you? It was you who were photographed at the 520 Factory concert that day! People are rushing to give you a record, and my buddies will follow you Is there no light?"

The air conditioner was turned on too high, and the cabin was stuffy.Zihao pressed the button, lowered the window glass, and took out the cigar case.

Cheng Cheng in the front row coughed deeply: "Hello!"

Zihao pretended not to hear, and lit the wood chips attached to the cigarette case, and a scent of cedar wood began to spread in the carriage.

Cheng Shen sighed: "I know, you are very dissatisfied with my decision. But you have heard it too, isn't his voice worth investing in?"

The baby-faced manager pouted and sulked for a few seconds before answering: "Whether it's worth it or not is one thing, and it's another thing for you to do so futilely."

"What is useless work? As I said, as long as Xiao Nuo is happy, I can do anything."

Zihao had already lit his cigar, and took a puff at a leisurely pace: "You really think of yourself as a lover!"

Cheng Shen has already started the car and drove towards the set: "You think too much, this is not 1000 years ago, I am not King Liang, and he is not General Wen anymore."

"Ha!" Zihao leaned back on the back seat and let out a strange laugh, "Do you dare to say that you are not doing this now to make up for him?"

The light from the street lamp was projected on Jin Daxing's famous handsome eyes, the stream was bright, but with an indescribable loneliness: "Compensation? Such a deep injury, no matter what you do, how can you make up for it?" The corners of his lips moved, Showing a self-deprecating smile, "Zihao, do you know that until now, I still dream of the way he looked at me that day, as if the longer the time passed, the clearer the image."

There was silence in the back seat, as if the person who was still sneering just now had evaporated out of thin air.

Turn another corner and you will arrive at the set.Cheng Shen was so preoccupied that he didn't tap the brakes as usual, and let the car body tilt at a high speed, driving towards the destination.

The bike showed up without warning.Cheng Shen only had time to see it suddenly emerge from the darkness, like a ghost.

The hands on the steering wheel turned instinctively, and the screeching brakes sounded.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

In an instant, the words I heard before rang in my ears again: "That kid will kill everyone who loves him."

After coming out of the traffic police team, the whole group was silent, and the silence in the SUV made people drowsy.

The midnight bell that came out of Zhao Wanting's pocket startled everyone.She didn't know what she was thinking, and it took several seconds before she took out her mobile phone: "Hello? It's me." The person on the other end of the phone was talking hurriedly, but she remained expressionless, and finally replied, "Got it .” He closed the phone cover.

Fatty Mei asked cautiously, "Who is it?"

Zhao Tyrant may be tired, and his voice became more gentle than ever: "President Jin called. He said that the operation is over, and if there is no problem within 12 hours, his life is basically not in danger. However, there may be scars on his face." .”

"I see." The thin man picked a pimple on his chin, "Then can he still act in the future?"

Qian Dahuzi slammed his fist on the back of the chair, startling Wu Ming who was driving: "This brat! What the hell is he doing to walk across the road? Jin Chengshen had no choice but to avoid hitting him. Hit the tree!"

Neither the thin man nor the tyrant made a sound, but Wu Ming answered, "It seems that the one riding the bicycle is not Xiao Nuo, he just sits on the back seat."

The uncle was very unreasonable at first: "Anyway, it's his fault! If you don't stay on the set, you just want to run out to play!"

The knife mouth of this tofu heart came again.Wu Ming shook his head and smiled, without saying anything.

The corridors are very quiet.The pale lights shone on the green waiting chairs, giving people the illusion that a ghost is about to emerge.

Seeing the motionless figure with the black backpack on the chair, for a second, Zihao really thought he was seeing a ghost.

But no.Through the slightly cool cotton fabric, Zi Hao could feel the warmth of his body, and although there was no heat in his deep black eyes, they were clearly the eyes of a person with flesh and blood.

It seemed that the hand that was supporting Wen Nuo was actually firmly dug into the flesh of the shoulder, but the boy asked calmly as if he had no pain nerves at all: "How is he?"

"The operation was successful. The doctor said it will be fine." Zihao carefully looked at the face in front of him, and he couldn't tell how beautiful the face was. Why did he teach so many high-quality men to be sucked in like moths to a flame? In his flame?

Mr. Gan, who was thinking about his own thoughts, didn't control the strength of his hands. Wen Nuo's collarbone was almost crushed by him. He couldn't help leaning back, but was blocked by the back of the chair, so he raised his hand to push away the forceful hand, but the other party took advantage of the situation and grabbed the wrist.

Zihao put both of Wen Nuo's hands in his hands, looked down at him, thoughtful, "Then, is it because of your stubborn personality? But what's so attractive about it? No mouth gourd, It's suffocating."

"Why are you crazy?" Wen Nuo finally couldn't care less about offending the big client, kicked the guy who was talking endlessly to himself in the shin, "Let me go!"

Zi Hao took a step forward, and his knee was stuck between Wen Nuo's knees, forcing him to stop, and he leaned over and pressed his wrists on both sides of the back of the chair.The posture of the two seemed extremely ambiguous for a while.

"Tell you, Jin Chengshen, he is the one behind the scenes who wanted to make a record for you. Why, was it a surprise? And your reward is to cause him to have a car accident! You are a born evil spirit!" Babyface His lips were almost pressed against Wen Nuo's ear, and the harsh reprimand made his brain buzz, "Stay away from him! Stay away from Wu Ming too! If you really like them, don't hurt them anymore! "

This kid has a really special character.After being bombarded with words, he didn't try to refute or justify, but just looked at Zihao quietly until the latter let go of his hand and stood up, shrugging in frustration: "Well, that's your life, you think about it yourself , do it for yourself.”

After saying that, Zi Hao turned around and walked towards the observation room, not bothering to care about the reaction of the person behind him.

There was a sound of chaotic footsteps and chaotic voices, instantly magnified several times by the empty corridor.It's the crew who have arrived.

In the crowd, Wu Ming was still the first person to see.The eyes in those familiar eyes are still soft, even if there is any doubt, it has been deeply hidden.

"Stinky boy, I'll settle the score with you later!" Director Qian didn't look sideways, pinched accurately, leaving a red mark on his nephew's ear, and hurried into the observation room with the crowd.

Wu Ming fell behind, looked at the child who was rubbing his ear full of grievance with a half-smile, raised his right index finger to scratch the tip of his nose, and followed him in.