Chapter 550
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Ling Han was well-educated since childhood, and he didn't have any philistine spirit. His own lofty aura seemed out of place in this crowded subway carriage. He didn't care about the crowd behind him, but just wrapped ye Huanyan in his arms and separated from the surrounding crowd.
Ye Huanyan glimpsed in the corner of her eyes that several girls had pretended to look at their mobile phones, but in fact they were secretly taking photos.
Her heart was a little sour, and she quietly looked up at the man who was connected with her breath.
Ling Han was ten years older than her. When he first met him, he was just a young boy who had just returned from his studies. He was a very gentle person.
Many years passed. From the perspective of Ye Huanyan, the first thing I saw was his chin. I shaved carefully. After looking for a long time, I barely saw some green stubbles that were about to emerge. His skin was very delicate, but it was healthy wheat color.
The temples are dyed with a few strands of gray that are not consistent with this age, but the facial features are very energetic, especially a pair of eyes, sharp and cold, which will be gentle only when looking at her.
At the moment, he was only concerned about blocking the inertia and strength of the crowd that surged in like a tide for ye Huanyan, and had no time to take into account her eyes. He was tender and filled with emotion.
A tightening force suddenly came from the waist.
Ling Han's eyes showed a trace of consternation, and followed his strength to look down at the woman in his arms.
I don't know when, she quietly fell on his chest, with her hands around his waist. At the moment, she breathed evenly, close to his heartbeat.
"What's the matter?" He lowered his head and asked in her ear.
The subway was loud, and ye Huanyan couldn't hear it clearly, but he could probably guess what he asked, so he rubbed his chest and shook his head, only lying quietly.
After one stop after another, the number of people in the carriage gradually decreased, but ye Huanyan seemed to be asleep, closed his eyes and leaned against him, a stable sleeping face.
There was a vacant seat nearby, but Ling Han didn't have the heart to disturb her.
I'm probably really tired these days.
Returning to the old house is to take the bus to the terminal. When it comes to the terminal, there are almost no people in the carriage. There are some young people who are probably fresh graduates. They rent a house far away and doze on the carriage seat.
"Train stops..."
The good voice of the announcer sounded in the carriage. Ling Han patted ye Huanyan on the shoulder and whispered,
"Here we are."
Ye Huanyan opened his eyes and stared, "here it is?"
"Well."
After getting off the subway, Ling Han took her hand and walked towards the exit. Suddenly, a burst of messy footsteps caught up behind her.
"Wait, wait..."
Ye Huanyan and Ling Han both turned back.
Two little girls came after them. Looking at their early twenties, one fell behind and was desperately turning something in his schoolbag.
"You are director Gu Huanyan, aren't you?"
Ling Han exchanged a look with ye Huanyan, revealing an tacit smile.
Ye Huanyan nodded generously, "I am..."
The two girls were ecstatic,
"We just watched" the rest of life "yesterday and thought it was really good. The script was first-class, and the shooting and actors were first-class. We are your loyal fans. We also saw your trilogy before. The script really has no choice, it's a work of conscience..."
"Thank you," ye Huanyan said politely.
"Then, can you sign for us?"
The two girls looked forward to it.
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned, and immediately smiled, "OK."
This is the first time someone asked her for an autograph.
When it came to the signature, the two girls were always embarrassed.
"Well, Gu screenwriter, can we, can we take a picture with you? Just one, just one, OK?"
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned and looked up at Ling Han.
"Shoot it, I'll shoot it for you."
Rarely, Ling Han took the initiative to make this request.
When taking photos, two girls stood on the left and right sides of Ye Huanyan, and one of them whispered, "Gu scriptwriter, is that the legendary Ling Han? Your husband?"
The legendary Linghan, this description makes ye Huanyan laugh.
She nodded while thinking that she must tell Ling Han this description later, "well, it's my husband."
"Your husband is so handsome. The prototype of the movie Ling Shuangqing in the rest of life is your husband."
Before ye Huanyan answered, another girl had interrupted in a hurry,
"You silly, Ling Shuangqing and Guan Ju have a deep hatred. In reality, who can really be together with such a big hatred? It's all scripts. Don't take it to the right place. Gu's Screenwriter's husband is considerate at first glance. It's not like Ling Shuangqing. It's too cold."
The girl on the left seemed to want to say something, and Ling Han's voice came from a distance,
"Smile, I call one, two, three."
The two girls shut their mouths, one left and one right, and ye Huanyan wrapped them around their shoulders and laughed.
After taking the picture, the two girls thanked and commented on the people in the film as they walked. When taking the picture, the girl on the left obviously liked Ling Shuangqing's coldness, but the girl on the right just hated it.
"If my boyfriend were as cold as Ling Shuangqing, I would have broken up with him 800 times and died of cold. I still like Bai Yu's white blue, childhood sweetheart, two small guesses, and a warm man."
"Warm men are central air conditioners. I don't like them."
"What, there is only one person in our white and blue house."
"Now it's only Chen Yin."
"Hello..."
The two of them blushed and walked away, leaving ye Huanyan and Ling Han, who came out of the subway slowly side by side.
The evening wind hit me. I just came out of the subway and shivered on my body.
Ling Han tied a crimson scarf around ye Huanyan's neck like a magic trick, then took her hand and put her hand into his pocket.
"Didn't you wear down jackets before?"
Ye Huanyan looked at him curiously.
In winter before, he was a black woolen coat, as if he was born not afraid of cold.
"I like to wear it now. I'm old."
Ling Han smiles.
Because the pocket of the down jacket is relatively warm, your hand will not be willing to shrink back until you reach in.
Ye Huanyan stretched his hand deep into his pocket and sniffed, "have you seen the rest of life?"
"Yes."
It's only natural to invite people from the company to watch it and join in for your daughter-in-law.
"Which one do you like best?"
The hero Ling Shuangqing, a cold man, fell in love with the heroine Guan Ju at university. Later, because her family background involved the gratitude and resentment of her parents, Guan Ju was completely injured and went abroad with her children. Unexpectedly, Ling Shuangqing also bore a great psychological burden. She had planned to let go of the past and start over, but she had lost her favorite in the vast crowd.
The story is not written according to ye Huanyan himself, but Renshi inevitably gets closer to Ling Han.
Ling Shuangqing is soft in the cold, and his softness is all given to Guan Ju.
Ye Huanyan thought Ling Han would like this role, but he didn't expect that he meditated for a few seconds, and his voice was hoarse and spit out two words,
"White blue."
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Ling Han was well-educated since childhood, and he didn't have any philistine spirit. His own lofty aura seemed out of place in this crowded subway carriage. He didn't care about the crowd behind him, but just wrapped ye Huanyan in his arms and separated from the surrounding crowd.
Ye Huanyan glimpsed in the corner of her eyes that several girls had pretended to look at their mobile phones, but in fact they were secretly taking photos.
Her heart was a little sour, and she quietly looked up at the man who was connected with her breath.
Ling Han was ten years older than her. When he first met him, he was just a young boy who had just returned from his studies. He was a very gentle person.
Many years passed. From the perspective of Ye Huanyan, the first thing I saw was his chin. I shaved carefully. After looking for a long time, I barely saw some green stubbles that were about to emerge. His skin was very delicate, but it was healthy wheat color.
The temples are dyed with a few strands of gray that are not consistent with this age, but the facial features are very energetic, especially a pair of eyes, sharp and cold, which will be gentle only when looking at her.
At the moment, he was only concerned about blocking the inertia and strength of the crowd that surged in like a tide for ye Huanyan, and had no time to take into account her eyes. He was tender and filled with emotion.
A tightening force suddenly came from the waist.
Ling Han's eyes showed a trace of consternation, and followed his strength to look down at the woman in his arms.
I don't know when, she quietly fell on his chest, with her hands around his waist. At the moment, she breathed evenly, close to his heartbeat.
"What's the matter?" He lowered his head and asked in her ear.
The subway was loud, and ye Huanyan couldn't hear it clearly, but he could probably guess what he asked, so he rubbed his chest and shook his head, only lying quietly.
After one stop after another, the number of people in the carriage gradually decreased, but ye Huanyan seemed to be asleep, closed his eyes and leaned against him, a stable sleeping face.
There was a vacant seat nearby, but Ling Han didn't have the heart to disturb her.
I'm probably really tired these days.
Returning to the old house is to take the bus to the terminal. When it comes to the terminal, there are almost no people in the carriage. There are some young people who are probably fresh graduates. They rent a house far away and doze on the carriage seat.
"Train stops..."
The good voice of the announcer sounded in the carriage. Ling Han patted ye Huanyan on the shoulder and whispered,
"Here we are."
Ye Huanyan opened his eyes and stared, "here it is?"
"Well."
After getting off the subway, Ling Han took her hand and walked towards the exit. Suddenly, a burst of messy footsteps caught up behind her.
"Wait, wait..."
Ye Huanyan and Ling Han both turned back.
Two little girls came after them. Looking at their early twenties, one fell behind and was desperately turning something in his schoolbag.
"You are director Gu Huanyan, aren't you?"
Ling Han exchanged a look with ye Huanyan, revealing an tacit smile.
Ye Huanyan nodded generously, "I am..."
The two girls were ecstatic,
"We just watched" the rest of life "yesterday and thought it was really good. The script was first-class, and the shooting and actors were first-class. We are your loyal fans. We also saw your trilogy before. The script really has no choice, it's a work of conscience..."
"Thank you," ye Huanyan said politely.
"Then, can you sign for us?"
The two girls looked forward to it.
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned, and immediately smiled, "OK."
This is the first time someone asked her for an autograph.
When it came to the signature, the two girls were always embarrassed.
"Well, Gu screenwriter, can we, can we take a picture with you? Just one, just one, OK?"
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned and looked up at Ling Han.
"Shoot it, I'll shoot it for you."
Rarely, Ling Han took the initiative to make this request.
When taking photos, two girls stood on the left and right sides of Ye Huanyan, and one of them whispered, "Gu scriptwriter, is that the legendary Ling Han? Your husband?"
The legendary Linghan, this description makes ye Huanyan laugh.
She nodded while thinking that she must tell Ling Han this description later, "well, it's my husband."
"Your husband is so handsome. The prototype of the movie Ling Shuangqing in the rest of life is your husband."
Before ye Huanyan answered, another girl had interrupted in a hurry,
"You silly, Ling Shuangqing and Guan Ju have a deep hatred. In reality, who can really be together with such a big hatred? It's all scripts. Don't take it to the right place. Gu's Screenwriter's husband is considerate at first glance. It's not like Ling Shuangqing. It's too cold."
The girl on the left seemed to want to say something, and Ling Han's voice came from a distance,
"Smile, I call one, two, three."
The two girls shut their mouths, one left and one right, and ye Huanyan wrapped them around their shoulders and laughed.
After taking the picture, the two girls thanked and commented on the people in the film as they walked. When taking the picture, the girl on the left obviously liked Ling Shuangqing's coldness, but the girl on the right just hated it.
"If my boyfriend were as cold as Ling Shuangqing, I would have broken up with him 800 times and died of cold. I still like Bai Yu's white blue, childhood sweetheart, two small guesses, and a warm man."
"Warm men are central air conditioners. I don't like them."
"What, there is only one person in our white and blue house."
"Now it's only Chen Yin."
"Hello..."
The two of them blushed and walked away, leaving ye Huanyan and Ling Han, who came out of the subway slowly side by side.
The evening wind hit me. I just came out of the subway and shivered on my body.
Ling Han tied a crimson scarf around ye Huanyan's neck like a magic trick, then took her hand and put her hand into his pocket.
"Didn't you wear down jackets before?"
Ye Huanyan looked at him curiously.
In winter before, he was a black woolen coat, as if he was born not afraid of cold.
"I like to wear it now. I'm old."
Ling Han smiles.
Because the pocket of the down jacket is relatively warm, your hand will not be willing to shrink back until you reach in.
Ye Huanyan stretched his hand deep into his pocket and sniffed, "have you seen the rest of life?"
"Yes."
It's only natural to invite people from the company to watch it and join in for your daughter-in-law.
"Which one do you like best?"
The hero Ling Shuangqing, a cold man, fell in love with the heroine Guan Ju at university. Later, because her family background involved the gratitude and resentment of her parents, Guan Ju was completely injured and went abroad with her children. Unexpectedly, Ling Shuangqing also bore a great psychological burden. She had planned to let go of the past and start over, but she had lost her favorite in the vast crowd.
The story is not written according to ye Huanyan himself, but Renshi inevitably gets closer to Ling Han.
Ling Shuangqing is soft in the cold, and his softness is all given to Guan Ju.
Ye Huanyan thought Ling Han would like this role, but he didn't expect that he meditated for a few seconds, and his voice was hoarse and spit out two words,
"White blue."
Ling Han was well-educated since childhood, and he didn't have any philistine spirit. His own lofty aura seemed out of place in this crowded subway carriage. He didn't care about the crowd behind him, but just wrapped ye Huanyan in his arms and separated from the surrounding crowd.Ye Huanyan glimpsed in the corner of her eyes that several girls had pretended to look at their mobile phones, but in fact they were secretly taking photos.Her heart was a little sour, and she quietly looked up at the man who was connected with her breath.Ling Han was ten years older than her. When he first met him, he was just a young boy who had just returned from his studies. He was a very gentle person.Many years passed. From the perspective of Ye Huanyan, the first thing I saw was his chin. I shaved carefully. After looking for a long time, I barely saw some green stubbles that were about to emerge. His skin was very delicate, but it was healthy wheat color.The temples are dyed with a few strands of gray that are not consistent with this age, but the facial features are very energetic, especially a pair of eyes, sharp and cold, which will be gentle only when looking at her.At the moment, he was only concerned about blocking the inertia and strength of the crowd that surged in like a tide for ye Huanyan, and had no time to take into account her eyes. He was tender and filled with emotion.A tightening force suddenly came from the waist.Ling Han's eyes showed a trace of consternation, and followed his strength to look down at the woman in his arms.I don't know when, she quietly fell on his chest, with her hands around his waist. At the moment, she breathed evenly, close to his heartbeat."What's the matter?" He lowered his head and asked in her ear.The subway was loud, and ye Huanyan couldn't hear it clearly, but he could probably guess what he asked, so he rubbed his chest and shook his head, only lying quietly.After one stop after another, the number of people in the carriage gradually decreased, but ye Huanyan seemed to be asleep, closed his eyes and leaned against him, a stable sleeping face.There was a vacant seat nearby, but Ling Han didn't have the heart to disturb her.I'm probably really tired these days.Returning to the old house is to take the bus to the terminal. When it comes to the terminal, there are almost no people in the carriage. There are some young people who are probably fresh graduates. They rent a house far away and doze on the carriage seat."Train stops..."The good voice of the announcer sounded in the carriage. Ling Han patted ye Huanyan on the shoulder and whispered,"Here we are."Ye Huanyan opened his eyes and stared, "here it is?""Well."After getting off the subway, Ling Han took her hand and walked towards the exit. Suddenly, a burst of messy footsteps caught up behind her."Wait, wait..."Ye Huanyan and Ling Han both turned back.Two little girls came after them. Looking at their early twenties, one fell behind and was desperately turning something in his schoolbag."You are director Gu Huanyan, aren't you?"Ling Han exchanged a look with ye Huanyan, revealing an tacit smile.Ye Huanyan nodded generously, "I am..."The two girls were ecstatic,"We just watched" the rest of life "yesterday and thought it was really good. The script was first-class, and the shooting and actors were first-class. We are your loyal fans. We also saw your trilogy before. The script really has no choice, it's a work of conscience...""Thank you," ye Huanyan said politely."Then, can you sign for us?"The two girls looked forward to it.Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned, and immediately smiled, "OK."This is the first time someone asked her for an autograph.When it came to the signature, the two girls were always embarrassed."Well, Gu screenwriter, can we, can we take a picture with you? Just one, just one, OK?"Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned and looked up at Ling Han."Shoot it, I'll shoot it for you."Rarely, Ling Han took the initiative to make this request.When taking photos, two girls stood on the left and right sides of Ye Huanyan, and one of them whispered, "Gu scriptwriter, is that the legendary Ling Han? Your husband?"The legendary Linghan, this description makes ye Huanyan laugh.She nodded while thinking that she must tell Ling Han this description later, "well, it's my husband.""Your husband is so handsome. The prototype of the movie Ling Shuangqing in the rest of life is your husband."Before ye Huanyan answered, another girl had interrupted in a hurry,"You silly, Ling Shuangqing and Guan Ju have a deep hatred. In reality, who can really be together with such a big hatred? It's all scripts. Don't take it to the right place. Gu's Screenwriter's husband is considerate at first glance. It's not like Ling Shuangqing. It's too cold."The girl on the left seemed to want to say something, and Ling Han's voice came from a distance,"Smile, I call one, two, three."The two girls shut their mouths, one left and one right, and ye Huanyan wrapped them around their shoulders and laughed.After taking the picture, the two girls thanked and commented on the people in the film as they walked. When taking the picture, the girl on the left obviously liked Ling Shuangqing's coldness, but the girl on the right just hated it."If my boyfriend were as cold as Ling Shuangqing, I would have broken up with him 800 times and died of cold. I still like Bai Yu's white blue, childhood sweetheart, two small guesses, and a warm man.""Warm men are central air conditioners. I don't like them.""What, there is only one person in our white and blue house.""Now it's only Chen Yin.""Hello..."The two of them blushed and walked away, leaving ye Huanyan and Ling Han, who came out of the subway slowly side by side.The evening wind hit me. I just came out of the subway and shivered on my body.Ling Han tied a crimson scarf around ye Huanyan's neck like a magic trick, then took her hand and put her hand into his pocket."Didn't you wear down jackets before?"Ye Huanyan looked at him curiously.In winter before, he was a black woolen coat, as if he was born not afraid of cold."I like to wear it now. I'm old."Ling Han smiles.Because the pocket of the down jacket is relatively warm, your hand will not be willing to shrink back until you reach in.Ye Huanyan stretched his hand deep into his pocket and sniffed, "have you seen the rest of life?""Yes."It's only natural to invite people from the company to watch it and join in for your daughter-in-law."Which one do you like best?"The hero Ling Shuangqing, a cold man, fell in love with the heroine Guan Ju at university. Later, because her family background involved the gratitude and resentment of her parents, Guan Ju was completely injured and went abroad with her children. Unexpectedly, Ling Shuangqing also bore a great psychological burden. She had planned to let go of the past and start over, but she had lost her favorite in the vast crowd.The story is not written according to ye Huanyan himself, but Renshi inevitably gets closer to Ling Han.Ling Shuangqing is soft in the cold, and his softness is all given to Guan Ju.Ye Huanyan thought Ling Han would like this role, but he didn't expect that he meditated for a few seconds, and his voice was hoarse and spit out two words,"White blue."
