I Miss You

After a rehearsal, Superqin sweated. He walked to the lake and rocks and took a cup of water on the stool next to him.

At this time, the surrounding staff are performing their duties, and the people going back and forth are in a hurry. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Xu Qingcheng on the veranda among the many figures. She was carrying the camera, bending over to say something to the prop artist, her brows and eyes curled very amiably.

He stood there sipping his tea and watched, remembering that it was also there early in the morning. Seeing him from a distance, she seemed to remember something, and turned to the other side. She was natural from beginning to end, but he felt inexplicably that she was deliberately avoiding it.

This is really bad. he thinks.

On Qingcheng's side, Yu Guang saw Super, who was sitting next to the pomegranate tree not far away. She wondered how to tell him about the live broadcast.

One of the tasks that Director Xu assigned to Qingcheng was to manage the Weibo of the garden version of "The Story of the Jade Hairpin" to warm up for future performances, which was regarded as one of the publicity.

However, in addition to posting on Weibo, Qingcheng also writes some press releases for third-party pushes, which can be described as dedicated.

The content of the Weibo text she posted is very funny, accompanied by accurate and textured photos, or beautiful characters, or busy scenes, or interesting interactions. It has received praise from many fans and often urges Guan Bojun to post more.

In the past two days, Green Orange planned to do a daily live broadcast of the actors under the stage-in line with the taste of young people nowadays. So she went to ask the actors what they meant, and everyone had no opinion-except for Super, she hadn't asked.

In the end, Qingcheng sent a WeChat message to Su Po before leaving get off work: "Boss Su, I want to do a daily live broadcast of the audience tomorrow. Is it convenient for you to watch it?"

Super: "Okay."

Green Orange: "Thank you!"

Qingcheng turned his head to post a preview of the live broadcast, and the actors cooperated to forward Weibo one after another.

Tong Anzhi played live broadcast before, so what she sent was: I want to meet again, miss the babies, remember to like Guan Bojun.

Super has always been concise: see you tomorrow afternoon at one o'clock.

Regardless of whether they participated in the performance or not, the other group of juniors and sisters all turned around.

By the time of the lunch break the next day, Qingcheng started the live broadcast on time.

As an outstanding student who is about to graduate from the Department of Directors, Qingcheng is very confident about filming, but the current live broadcast is not "professional", but "casual" is more popular.

So she, the interviewer, casually did not enter the scene, but only provided the voice.

"Hello everyone, here is the live broadcast of the garden version of "The Story of the Jade Hairpin"! I am your official blogger."

Guan Bojun turned out to be a girl, I thought he must be a little brother so skinny.

Guan Bojun's voice is so good, why didn't he show his face?

Guan Bojun quickly takes us to see the male gods and the beauty of Anzhi.

This garden is so beautiful. Is that albizia tree? So tall, how young is this?

Qingcheng said: "It's an acacia, but I don't know how many years it has been. Okay, the area I want to enter now is the area where the male gods and goddesses of yours are. Get ready..."

Hahahaha, is this my God Su Nan? The male gods are somehow new popular niches. Is such a rough eating posture really good?

Brother Su is so cool, handsome, and stylish!

Want to be the corn in the hands of Brother Su.

The male **** eats so simple, male **** I will buy meat for you! I am bankrupt and I have to buy meat for you!

They don't eat much before singing, so they will eat more after the show...

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At this time, Su Po, dressed in exercise clothes, top and bottom white, was sitting on a stone bench in front of two laurel trees, with one long leg stretched out lazily, one leg on top, and a bowl of wonton in his knee. In one hand, he held the root and gnawed most of the tender yellow corn, matched with the blue sky and yellow flowers, and ate lunch leisurely.

Qingcheng: "..." Didn't he eat his lunch? The restaurant my uncle ordered recently is very good.

Super noticed it and looked up slowly. When he saw that the person standing in front of the doorway was Xu Qingcheng, the corners of his mouth rose: "Here?"

This smile is too pretty.

I accidentally clicked in. Who is this person? so hot.