sinovels Chapter 45 Dog Skin Plaster
Chapter 45 Dog Skin Plaster
In mid-December, the crew finished filming, and it was already October 28 of the lunar calendar. Song Qingwen came back from Quancheng, where he was filming, and was lucky enough to catch the first snow this year. Song Qingwen looked a little itchy.
He wanted to walk alone, so he stopped the driver not far from the apartment, got out of the car, wrapped himself in a scarf, and walked along the sidewalk.
Maybe it's because I haven't been active for so long and don't get much attention, and I haven't been recognized while walking on the road, but it's a lot easier.
The road outside has accumulated a lot of snow, but unfortunately it has been trampled by pedestrians and it is pitch black. It is dark early now, just before five o'clock at this time, and the sky is already dim. The street lights are on, and the snowflakes are still floating, falling on the branches of the trees. Sprinkle on street lamp shades.
Song Qingwen stood under the street lamp, reaching out his hand to catch the snowflakes. After the palms cooled slightly, only the inconspicuous watermarks remained.
He breathed into his palm, and the white mist appeared and disappeared quickly. Song Qingwen smiled, and walked towards the apartment unhurriedly.
After turning the corner, there are few people walking on this road, the snow on the ground is very pure, there are a few footprints occasionally, but it is harmless.
He raised his foot, his brown Martin boots creaked on the snow, every step was firm, and he turned his head to look at the way he came, a neat row of footprints.
Song Qingwen continued to walk forward, bouncing up and down, playing the game of leaving footprints with great interest.
"Song Qingwen." Liang Sheng stood at the corner, his face hard to hide his joy, just now when he was driving, he saw a figure that resembled him very much, so he hurriedly followed, but he didn't expect it was really him, and he didn't tell him when he came back.
The voice sounded from behind, Song Qingwen turned around, watched Liang Sheng walking slowly, leaving a string of his footprints next to his own footprints, a little bigger, side by side, very warm.
Liang Sheng came up to him and pinched the tip of Song Qingwen's nose, which was frozen red: "You are heartless, and you won't notify me when you come back!"
When he looked down, Liang Sheng saw Song Qingwen's trousers. There were two big holes at the knees that leaked the skin inside. It was cold when he looked at it.
He doesn't know how to take care of himself. He was always so casual in the winter before?What to do with old cold legs in the future?Thinking of this, Liang Sheng couldn't help but look gloomy, and his tone became less pleasant. He took off his coat and wrapped it around him: "Hurry up and change your pants."
Song Qingwen touched the clothes that Liang Sheng had put on him in astonishment, then looked down at his pants, and couldn't help remembering that when he first met Liang Sheng, he was full of hostility towards his ripped pants.
"You didn't like me wearing this kind of pants when we first met." Song Qingwen held his hand and continued with a playful smile, "By the way, since when have you been following me?"
"Didn't I already say that, I've been following you since the first year of your debut, and I've been planning for many years before I got you."
Liang Sheng glanced sideways at the tightly clenched hands of the two, obviously being very pleased with his overtures, his brows and eyes stretched, quite proud.
"You said on a talk show that you like cute girls with long hair. After thinking about it, I can't help it because of my innate conditions. Then I can only become rich and powerful, and get you by strong means."
He said impassionedly, holding Song Qingwen in his arms: "Go, go back and change your pants."
Song Qingwen was obediently wrapped tightly by him, the clothes on his body were full of his breath, and his sense of security was overwhelming.
The snow had stopped at some point, and the two groups of footprints were in the snow, keeping each other company.
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As soon as winter comes, Song Qingwen starts to be lazy habitually, staying at home too lazy to move, surfing the Internet every day, and watching some film and television works.
Liang Sheng has been very busy these days, often on business trips, and rarely sees him. At first Song Qingwen was happy and quiet, but as time went on, he began to miss him a little.
He had previously proposed to let Song Qingwen move in to live with him, but Song Qingwen refused for the sake of his own life.
To be honest, Wu Mingxiu's apartment has really good security. If you live here, you don't have to worry about being stolen.
Song Qingwen was nestling on the sofa with potato chips in his arms and watching a movie. This was Luo Wen's very early movie, and he once won the best movie award.
Thinking of this, Song Qingwen had the idea of winning an award for the first time. For an artist, being able to win an award means that he has been recognized by the industry. He didn't dare to imagine it before, but now he is somewhat ambitious.
The doorbell rang quickly, and Song Qingwen's assistant came over to clean up the house and cook on weekdays, but now it's past eleven o'clock, the assistant must have come to cook.
"Here we come." Song Qingwen put on his slippers, walked straight, and opened the door without any hesitation.
Seeing the people outside, Song Qingwen was stunned for a moment, holding the doorknob in his hand at a loss, his voice trembling slightly: "Why are you here?"
As soon as the words fell, a slap came over, Song Qingwen's face turned sideways, and the pain was burning.
He pursed his lips with some resentment, and touched his cheek lightly. If nothing else, it must have blushed a lot.
Song Wei withdrew his hand, his face was full of stubble, his face was haggard, his eyes were a little heavy, and his whole body was full of hostility, as if standing in front of him was not his son, but an unequal enemy.
"Stinky boy, you dare not answer my phone, it took a lot of effort to find you."
After finishing speaking, he spit and said viciously: "Give me some more money, otherwise, I will ruin your reputation."
Sure enough, from the first time he saw him, Song Qingwen knew the purpose of his visit, but he didn't want to fill this bottomless pit.
"I won't give it to you anymore, leave immediately, or I will call security."
Song Wei raised his eyes in disbelief, this kid's wings were stiff, and he dared to yell at himself like this: "Little bastard, you have grown up, please give me money."
After he finished speaking, he grabbed Song Qingwen's collar and pushed it hard. Song Qingwen's feet were unsteady, and the back of his head hit the door with a heavy sound, and his head suddenly buzzed.
"You are still like this, rude and rude, like a dog's skin plaster that can't be shaken off."
Song Qingwen sat on the ground, touching the back of his head with his right hand, leaning against the door in a daze.
Hearing what he said, Song Wei became even angrier. He raised his foot and kicked Song Qingwen's stomach. He still felt angry after kicking down, so he stretched out his hand and slapped him again: "I'm your father, don't think you're doing well now. I just forgot what I was originally, 100 million, call my card tomorrow, otherwise, I will make it impossible for you to get along."
Song Wei left cursingly, until the sound of his footsteps disappeared, Song Qingwen raised his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, raised his eyes to look somewhere, curled his lips lightly, got up and went back to the room with his hands on his stomach Here, lock the door, Song Wei can still slip in here this time, underestimate him!