Raising You This Small Stuff

"That... isn't that Mo Yicheng?" A girl who was catching loach by the river rubbed her eyes.

The companion who came with him was holding a canned bottle in his hand and was looking for the prey in a down-to-earth manner, "Don't talk, your bedside and mobile phone are full of Mo Yicheng, everyone looks like Mo Yicheng."

"Really...really..." The girl pulled the corner of her little friend's skirt, "There is a nice boy next to her!"

When the little friend heard that there were beautiful boys beside the handsome guy, he immediately raised his head, "Where? Where?"

The girl raised her hand and pointed.

Although it is not clear whether it is Mo Yicheng, he is definitely a handsome guy from his figure and vague outline, and the boy around the handsome guy is even more cute. The two are just a match made in heaven!

"Ahhhhh! Let's go over and take a look!"

"Walk!"

Mo Yicheng noticed the two girls who were running towards him with their arms open. Their expressions were indifferent. This situation is no stranger to him. It was the first time I saw Yuan Suo, and nervously grabbed Mo Yicheng's arm.

"It's okay, don't be nervous, they are not malicious. But getting caught is also very troublesome, so follow me later, will you understand?"

"Hmm!"

Mo Yicheng got the answer from Yuansuo, fastened the hood on his jacket, grabbed the wrist of Yuansuo, "Run!"

Yuan Suo hadn’t reacted, she was pulled a few steps away, and after reacting, he hurriedly followed. The two of them ran all the way, the moist wind on the riverside across their faces, clearly with a hint of cold air, May Suo's face became redder and red, and Mo Yicheng's hand became tighter and tighter.

Until the two girls were no longer seen, the two stopped. In the end, the two people panted heavily, sat on the riverside, looked at the neon in the distance, and looked at each other at the same time, and finally laughed together.

After laughing, Mo Yicheng rubbed Yuansuo's soft hair, "Happy 19th birthday."

A cluster of fireworks bloomed in the sky, reflected in the eyes of two people, streamers and wings.

"Thank you, Happy birthday to Mo Yicheng!" Yuan Suo's voice fell, Mo Yicheng's hand was empty, and the person in front of him disappeared before his eyes...

Mo Yicheng was stunned for a moment, knowing that it was time for the little thing to return to the game, but he didn't know why he was so empty in his heart.

Another firework bloomed, and Mo Yicheng took out his mobile phone and asked the ropeway: "Next birthday, I will take you to see the most beautiful fireworks in the world."

Yuan Suo stood in the living room, saw Mo Yicheng's eyes as deep as the night sky through the screen, and the intoxicating fireworks in the starry sky, and nodded solemnly.

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After a while, Dudu can get in and out of the phone proficiently, but the time is relatively short, five hours, two people have to calculate it every day, and it is more cautious to go out occasionally, for fear that the time will be in the crowd. Disappeared out of thin air.

Today is eating and watching a movie together. Tomorrow is going out for a walk with the dogs, and the day after tomorrow we will go to the snack street together. In short, there is very little time, but this feeling of urgency every second makes two people cherish the time together.

Mo Yicheng finished late today, and Chen Jiao drove him back to the hotel.

In the car, Mo Yicheng looked at some of the scripts to be filmed tomorrow with a focused expression.

Chen Jiao drove very steadily. Mo Yicheng didn't like playing music while driving, so the atmosphere in the car was very quiet.

Chen Jiao still wears a white casual shirt and a black jacket. After losing weight, his chubby shoulders become thinner. Chen Jiao's shoulders are a bit narrow. Therefore, after losing weight, wearing slightly wider clothes will make people feel particularly weak.

Suddenly, Chen Jiao's cell phone rang, breaking the silence in the car.

Chen Jiao was originally set to vibrate, and he didn't know when the volume was turned on, or because the phone was a bit older and began to have various minor problems. In short, the sudden ringing made Chen Jiao feel a little confused. The phone was in his pocket and it was inconvenient to get it. Chen Jiao said with embarrassment, "Sorry, Brother Mo."

Mo Yicheng turned his head, unable to see the expression, turned his ears slightly, as if listening carefully.

Mo Yicheng said: "This voice is very familiar."

Chen Jiao said in embarrassment, "Ah, yes... it's my voice."

Mo Yicheng asked: "Is it your song?" This kind of deep and slightly hoarse voice is rare, and the style of the song is also very suitable for the feeling that Chen Jiao gave, warm and comfortable.

Chen Jiao was a little embarrassed: "...It's a demo from a long time ago. I found it by accident that day and set the ringtone at random."

Mo Yicheng said: "I don't even know you like music."

A helpless smile crossed the corner of Chen Jiao's mouth: "I entered the entertainment industry because I liked music."

Mo Yicheng: "Why don't you keep singing?"

At this time, the ringtone has stopped, and Chen Jiao's hands holding the steering wheel tightly, "If you don't have talent, I just gave up."

Mo Yicheng didn't say anything, his gaze returned to the script, and after a while he looked up at the street scene that was passing by the window.

When he got home, Mo Yicheng clicked to play the game. It happened to be less than 8 o'clock. Almost three hours had been used for eating in the morning and noon. Now I put the small things out, and I can just stay for a while and rest.

But I found that Yuan Suo was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, in gray rabbit pajamas, looking down at the material spread on the coffee table, her back was very depressed. Marshmallow slept on one side and snored, completely unaware of Mo Yicheng's appearance.

Yuan Suo is much more sensitive than Marshmallow in this respect, and Mo Yicheng immediately raised his head and said hello as soon as he appeared. Although there is still a smile on the corner of his mouth, it is obviously not energetic.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yicheng thought he was tired when the Elf School was at the end of the semester. Recently, there have been frequent examinations, and the pressure on schoolwork has increased significantly.

Yuan Suo frowned slightly, pursing her mouth, "It's a scene, I can't handle it well. I will be on stage in a few days, I'm afraid it will drag everyone back."

Mo Yicheng said, "Is the script in hand?"

Willing to nod, "Yeah."

Mo Yicheng smiled, "Do you want me to help with the lines?"

Yuan Suo's eyes lit up clearly, "Really...really?"

"Of course." Mo Yicheng motioned for the little thing to come out, took off his jacket, loosened the collar of his shirt, and sat on the sofa in a very relaxed posture. On the silver-grey leather sofa were a few light-colored cartoon pillows. .

May Suo afraid that Marshmallow got up quietly, left the game, and appeared on the sofa out of thin air.

Yuan Suo is now able to control his position when entering and exiting the game. Several times before, he almost sat on Mo Yicheng’s body, or stuck it on Mo Yicheng’s body too close, every time Mo Yicheng was She frowned suddenly...

"This is the script?" Mo Yicheng looked at the script in Yuan Suo's hand.

"Well, the script." Yisuo nodded, because the temperature inside the room was high, and the two buttons on the front of the collar of the pajamas were not fastened, showing a nice neck.

Mo Yicheng coughed, "What is your role?"

"A college student." Without knowing it, Yuan Suo moved to Mo Yicheng's side again, and turned to the page where he wanted to talk, "There are confession scenes. I have learned the lines very well and practiced for a long time. I just can’t enter the play. The teacher said I looked at the space hole when I acted.”

With that said, I would like to pass the script over.

Mo Yicheng took out the script and read it again. It was a stage play of about 20 minutes. The plot and characters were well formed, and the lines were also very good. Seeing the character he wanted to play, Mo Yicheng knew it well, no wonder he said that he couldn't integrate into it. It was really difficult to ask such a stupid thing to act as an affectionate confession senior, and there are a lot of nasty lines.

Yuan Suo couldn't see most of Mo Yicheng's face blocked by the script, but still caught a glimpse of the arc of thin lips.

What is Mo Yicheng laughing at? Could it be that the character is too naive...

After reading the script, Mo Yicheng got up and went to the study, made a copy, and returned the original to Yuansuo's hands.

Yuan Suo held the script and looked at Mo Yicheng nervously with some expectation.

Mo Yicheng rarely adjusted the atmosphere and said, "Next is the time for the actor to teach himself."

May Suo sit upright immediately.

"If you want to play a role well, in addition to skills, emotional investment is more important. You have to believe that you are the role and experience all his emotions."

Would like to nodded.

"Now let's check this line of yours."

Want to ask for a moment, is this directly to the lines?

"Let's get started." Mo Yicheng was not originally a major. The master of finance entering the film and television industry to become an actress is more dependent on talent and extraordinary comprehension.

I hope Suo quickly followed up and opened the script.

Mo Yicheng said: "I will demonstrate it first."

"it is good."

"I'm here to confess my senior, you play the school girl who rejected me."

"……it is good."

Mo Yicheng read the lines twice and looked up at Yuan Suo's eyes quietly.

Yuan Suo felt his heart beating for a moment, Mo Yicheng's eyes were so scorching, there seemed to be stars in his dark eyes that made it difficult to move away.

Mo Yicheng's voice was low and deep, "The first time I saw you was when the school started. During military training, my brothers and I went through the playground. I saw the scorching sun stretch the shadow under your eyelashes very long, and I seemed to have fallen into it. In the vortex of shadow, and you are the only sunlight that can shine into that shadow..."

Yuan Suo stared at Mo Yicheng, his voice seemed to reach the deepest corner of his heart, even though he knew that this was just a line, just a drama, and the other party's acting skills were superb. Ke Yuansuo still couldn't help it, breathing became difficult, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the palm of his hand.

Mo Yicheng lowered his voice again, husky and longing in the deep, "So, can I hold your hand? Keep going."

May Suo be stunned.

Mo Yicheng waited for two seconds.

In fact, Yuan Suo's lines are very simple, only three words, "I'm sorry".

But at this moment, I couldn't say anything when I reached the lips.

Mo Yicheng said so temptingly, holding hands, and going on... Is this really possible?