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Boyan felt that he was right. He looked at Yan Qingchi, and some said, "If only our family lives here, I can play with him after school."

Yan Qingchi listened to his children's words, but he was very happy to have such a good friend. He hugged Boyan, "It doesn't matter, you have the same fun at school."

Boyan was a little reconciled, but could not help but nodded and said "um".

He looked at Yan Qingchi and agreed with him, "Uncle, we can't tell others what we said today, okay?"

Yan Qingchi reached out his little thumb and hooked him. "Okay, this is our secret."

Boyan and he pulled the hook, and suddenly laughed, whispering, "We both have two secrets."

"Yes."

Boyan looked at him with some admiration in his eyes. He likes Yan Qingchi very much and likes to talk to him, Bo Yan thought, if only his father could do like this. He also wanted his father to talk to him like this. He also had a lot of things to say to his father and asked him many things he didn't understand, but he couldn't.

Boyan didn't realize that he was a little lost, but he soon realized that he was in someone else's house and there were others around him, so he quickly started to make himself look less lost.

"Thank you Uncle, then I'll go and play chess." He said.

Of course, Yan Qingchi saw a change in the expression on his face, and unconsciously felt some distress for him. He nodded, "Go, have fun."

Bo Yan got up, waved his hand, and went to find chess.

Yan Qingchi watched him leave and sighed. If he could, he hoped that Boyan would be happier too. He was too sensible, and it made people distressed.

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Yan Qingchi stayed at home for two months, and cultivated his life and rested with his two children. In November, Fu Minzhi called him and asked when he could film.

Yan Qingchi was surprised. "Did I fix it? Am I acting as a male lead?"

"Otherwise what am I waiting for you for so long?" Fu Min asked him instead. @Finity 好 文, all in

"I thought my schedule was inappropriate, and Fu guide you to choose someone else."

"I came here with this idea, but after thinking about it, you are still the most suitable candidate. I have watched you play Meng Luo. Although some places are not handled well enough, the last scene is amazing. I like you very much. The final show. "

"Thank you," Yan Qingchi said.

"You're welcome. When can you film? You said that this year will not be possible, so will it be January next year?"

"It should be ok, Jiang Moyu and I will confirm."

"All right, give me a reply as soon as possible after confirmation."

"OK." Yan Qingchi nodded.

He hung up the phone, feeling unconsciously excited, almost dialing the phone to Jiang Moyu the next second, excited: "Jiang Moyu, I received a call from Fu, he asked me when I can film, male The Lord is me. "

Jiang Motuo had faintly heard the wind saying that Fu Min had fixed Yan Qingchi in the lower part, but because Fu Minzhi had not contacted him, he was afraid that the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment, so he did not tell Yan Qingchi that Fu Minzhi was unexpected. He called Yanqingchi directly.

Jiang Mo smiled silently, quite a bit of dust rejoicing, "That's a good thing, we can celebrate tonight."

"So can I film in January?"

"If you want to do it, just do it." From September to December and four months, Yan Qingchi has been resting for so long, and his body should be able to recover and work, Jiang Mo silently thought.

Yan Qingchi heard the words, and the happiness in his heart was about to overflow. He even had a rare fantasy and said, "You said, would I win a prize with this film?"

Of course Jiang Mokun won't hit him. He closed his eyes without a principle and affirmed: "Yes, Fu's works are all going to win prizes. If you play well, you will."

He said here, remembering the news he received at noon, "Speaking, there is another good news I haven't told you yet, I plan to go home and tell you again, to make you happy, now it's OK, double happiness comes to the door . "

"what?"

"I just received news that" Lost "was shortlisted for the best film of the Golden Gui Awards, you were shortlisted for the best newcomer, and I was shortlisted for the best male lead."

Yan Qingchi felt that if he were a marmot now, he probably couldn't help screaming. What good day is it today? There is so much good news.

"We're not cooking today! Let's go out to eat!" He said arrogantly.

Exciting moments, going down the hall is always the favorite way of Chinese people to celebrate.

"Okay, I'll pick you up first, and then we'll pick up chess together."

"Yeah." Yan Qingchi nodded. "Unfortunately, I am too young to eat with us."

"Wait for him to grow up," Jiang Mo said with a smile, "Yes, I told my mother a few days ago, let Aunt Zhang come back to help me, and I can also help you to see me."

"Also." Yan Qingchi nodded.

"That's the way to go. I'll hurry up to pick you up."

"it is good."

Yan Qingchi hung up the phone and immediately returned to Fu Minzhi, saying that he could film in January, thank you, Fu.

Fu Minzhi was relieved when she heard the words. She set Yan Qingchi in her heart and delayed the start-up time for him. If Yan Qingchi was still unable to film, she would be a little worried.

"Okay, I'll ask the assistant to send the show to your mailbox for a while. You are familiar with the show first. If you don't understand anything, you can contact me at any time."

"Okay, thank you, Fu. I will work hard."

"You're welcome. It's your own good behavior. See you in January."

Fu Minzhi hung up the phone. Yan Qingchi looked at the mobile phone and was still agitated, so he called Wei Lan again.

As soon as Wei Lan heard that Fu Minzhi's movie was set on his front foot, he was shortlisted for the Golden Gui Award, and he was so shocked that he didn't say a word. After a long time, he was angry and said, "You are simply a show of red / fruit fruit, you say Are you open to yourself! "

Yan Qingchi laughed, "Maybe I'm lucky."

"How is this possible for you, you are definitely sure!"

"Relax, wait for me to come and take you to heaven."

"I don't want it. I took you to fly before obviously." Wei Lan snorted. "I'm the main TV series, I haven't played a movie, otherwise I must have won a prize."

Yan Qingchi didn't have the heart to remind the main TV series that he won the award last year. He was still the best supporting man, and he said, "That's how good you are."

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"Too hypocritical!" Wei Lan took it out mercilessly, and he sighed, "Well, in fact, I know where my problem is, I'm too limited, and it's particularly obvious, acting in that spirited manner, carry the audience It ’s okay to play the role, but as soon as I encounter that kind of aggrieved, indifferent people, and what kind of forbearance and tragic, I will not do it. I am not a science class, I have no such experience, neither theory nor practice Isn't it impossible? "

Yan Qingchi comforted him. "You can't say that. The role of your best male partner last time was very good. Yan Xiangming also performed very well. You have your own advantages."

"I'm only suitable for this kind of role similar to myself. Fortunately, I am not a science class, but I can comfort myself. That's not because I have heard about it, I have a specialty in surgery, I am a singer! If it weren't for the record market downturn, what would I do? "

Yan Qingchi felt that he could see himself quite well, and he was quite open.

"Okay, your short-listing is a good thing. You were short-listed to prove that you did a good job, so I should have won at the time. I died unfairly, depending on whether you can win a prize."

"I don't know if I can," Yan Qingchi said honestly.

"You should be more confident at this time, feel that everyone is private, and believe that you can."

"You thought that when you were shortlisted last year?"

"Of course not," Wei Lan reluctantly said, "I was thinking at the time, I was shortlisted for two roles, so I had to win a prize, otherwise it would not be miserable."

"Then you still make me confident?"

"Isn't that to cheer you up? Don't you want to hear me say, don't think about it, the finalists will be good. There are awards or something. How can we have that kind of life, do you want to hear this?"

Yan Qingchi: "... you still shut up."

"So, be confident, take it, we rejoice in the New Year, we did n’t take it, we look forward to the next one, but it ’s the first time. Of course, it ’s best to take it. It ’s normal if you do n’t take it. That ’s the point. If you are nominated, Fu ’s male lead will be the best male lead, and if you take it, you will be the emperor. When you listen to it, you will be moved. ”

"Don't say it anymore, you say that, I'm a little nervous."

"Hahaha, when I was short-listed last year, I thought, if I take it, I will be the emperor, 22-year-old emperor, this is too young, I think the judges will definitely not let me refresh my age Emperor records, so I did n’t expect much, and sure enough, it was n’t my turn. However, television and movies are different, and there is still such an opportunity in the movie. When Jiang Moji took the Emperor at that time, he was already very young, but before him There is also an eighteen-year-old actor who won the best actor of the Golden Gui Award, so you come on, if you act well and win the film actor, you are better than Jiang Moyan. "

Yan Qingchi feels that he is not as powerful as Jiang Mochi, and he is really not as powerful as Jiang Mochi in acting, but this does not prevent him from adding a trophy to the glass cabinet at home, preferably the same trophy as Jiang Mochi.

"Then I will borrow your good words." Yan Qingchi laughed.

"Lend it, borrow it," Wei Lan lazily said, "I have no chance to win a prize anyway this year. I'll lend it to you."

"Why are you so cute all of a sudden?" Yan Qingchi couldn't believe it.

"Maybe it's because I grew up eating cute." Wei Lan said shamelessly.

Chess came out of school, walked to the car, and saw Jiang Moyu and Yan Qingchi were there. He rarely saw Jiang Moyu to pick him up, so he was very surprised. He pulled them one by one, and looked at them left and right. Look, at last "Hey Hey" smiled.

A family of three chose a hot pot restaurant, and Qiqi next to Yanqing Pond asked him, "Why isn't there 砚 砚, don't you eat?"

Yan Qingchi explained to him, "He is still young, it is not convenient to bring it out, and he cannot eat hot pot."

"Then we can eat what we can eat." Chess innocently.

Yan Qingchi listened to his rather ambiguous words, touched his head, and said tragically: "Baby, then you can only drink milk, and your father and I can only accompany you to drink milk. . "

Chess opened his eyes wide, blinked, and then drummed his cheeks, "I'm so sorry."

"When he grows up, he will not be pitiful, and he can eat with us."

"Then when will he grow up?" Chess was curious.

"Wait a second, don't worry." Yan Qingchi said gently.

The three raised their glasses and touched each other to celebrate the double happiness of Yan Qingchi, and then touched again to celebrate the finalist of Jiang Moji.

Although Chess did not know what they were talking about, they tossed each other hard and happily applauded their two fathers.

Jiang Mochi and Yan Qingchi were very happy. They came to drink some wine, but it was because Jiang Mochi came by himself and finally drank a drink.

The three of them went home on the moonlight, and went to see Qi Qi as usual, seeing that he was asleep and didn't bother him, but just put their sleeves in front of his nose, whispered, It's too small to eat hot pot, so Dad and Dad didn't take you this time, but I brought the flavor back. You smell it first, and when you grow up, you can go with us. "

Dozes very well, so there is no response.

Chess thinks he should smell it, so he puts his hand back and whispered: "Good night brother, see you tomorrow."

He waved at him, then left his room.

Yan Qingchi watched his move at the door, his eyes filled with smiles.

He and Jiang Mozhi finally opened a bottle of red wine, sipped a glass in the bedroom, sat on a small sofa, and drank slowly.

Jiang Mo saw that he was all on the sofa, looking a bit lazy, simply lighting candles and turning off the lights.

Yan Qingchi laughed at him, "What are you doing, candlelight dinner?"

"If you want anything else."

Yan Qingchi shook his head, "I'm full."

Jiang Mojiu sat opposite him and looked at him, "Do you remember, the day we both got our licenses, we sat here drinking too."

Of course, Yan Qingchi remembered, "I still drink beer."

"Yes, and then we ran all the way to Qiu Mingshan."

Yan Qingchi heard a smile and said, "That was your insistence on drinking and driving. I protested, but you refused."

"Your blatant verbal rejection. Isn't there a little convincing?"

Yan Qingchi drank a glass of red wine. "Otherwise, forcibly get you off the bus." He looked at Jiang Moyu. "I'm not so pretentious, the marriage has ended, and we always have to do it. Do we have to agree on a deal? When and where are you allowed to drive for one year after you get married? Or if you are forbidden to drive until you have no feelings? Well, in case we have no feelings in our lives, then we are not monks like monks, Amitabha, kind and good. "

Jiang Moyi listened to him and smiled unconsciously, "I was a little drunk that day, but I wanted to settle down as soon as possible, so I wanted to establish a relationship with you as soon as possible. Although this method is a bit simple and straightforward, it is to me Very effective. I haven't had this relationship with anyone before you. The closest contact is probably to slap your shoulder. That night, you were right, I was really picky, and sometimes some eyes were higher than the top. , But I ’m very fortunate now, because of that I met you. ”

Yan Qingchi smiled slowly, "Do you remember so clearly?"

"I thought I had forgotten it. As a result, just sitting here with you and drinking, I thought of the day, and I and you that day."

"Then you want to restore the scene of that day?"

Jiang Mo stood up, walked in front of him, and bent over to look at him. His eyebrows were deep and affectionate under the candlelight jumping. Yan Qingchi looked and felt that the tenderness and likeness in his eyes seemed to be turned into candlelight and fell into his own eyes.

He heard Jiang Moxie speak softly in the quiet haze, "Can I?"

Yan Qingchi smiled and put the red wine in his hand on the table. He opened his arms and looked at the person in front of him. "Only you can."

Jiang Moxu leaned back and hugged him, kissed him in his ear, and then straightly hugged.

Yan Qingchi smiled unconsciously. He looked at Jiang Moyu, reached out and caught his neck, and kissed him directly in the warm ambiguous.

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