Vol. 669 Tradition Years

The gray windbreaker was lifted high by his long legs in trousers, and the toned back left an infinitely regrettable nostalgia.

The beads of sweat on his forehead sparkled like crystals, and under Qin Guan's most serious expression, his entire face was shining brightly.

This side jump, which was as smooth as clouds and flowing water, without muddled water, was like a gymnast's textbook Thomas full spin, and the curtain came to an end in the eyes of all the fans in City Y.

Because the person in their eyes has already climbed over the wall!

As for Qin Guan, who jumped down, the first thing he did when he turned around was to open his arms.

"Come on, Weizi, jump!"

Cong Nianwei jumped down without hesitation, with a kind of excited smile on her face like a good student's when she did something bad for the first time.

The embraces of the two young men simply approached each other, but quickly separated amidst the roar from the other side of the wall.

"Qin Guan overcame the wall! Did you see it?"

"I see, it's really fucking, it's so fucking handsome!"

"Why are you still standing there? Let's climb along!"

The screaming fans made Qin Guan quickly pick up the dilapidated bicycle. After all, he had just overhauled it, and it still didn't fall apart after being thrown away.

"Bear!"

After being prompted, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei dragged the ugly bear half lying on the wall down, and the person opposite saw the whole process of a short leg disappearing.

And after a sound of "clang lang lang lang, swish" sounded, those young people who climbed up the wall first saw only a heartbreaking back that was gradually going away.

"Snapped'

The boy who had jumped back from the wall patted the dirt on his hands, and spread his hands in front of everyone in dejection: "Let's go, go far away..."

What greeted them was the wailing of tears from those who heard them.

And the most ordinary bicycle that rushed out of the alley and merged with the rolling traffic on South Street completed its final mission on the way to escape without any risk.

On winter nights, even the clouds may be hidden at home to keep warm, making the stars brighter in this clean sky.

In a small tile shed of less than three square meters, a most common bicycle was quietly parked in it.

No one can read all the stories on it and understand its grievances and hatreds.

There are only sporadic urchins throwing cannons, signaling to everyone and everything in this night that the New Year is approaching and the arrival of the Nian Beast.

New Year's Eve! New Year's Eve!

During the Chinese New Year, we are always yelling about being bored. We don’t know how to pass the time during this sudden long holiday. We are always complaining about the ugly Spring Festival Gala, but we are still looking forward to the 12 o’clock bell in the same traditional night. ring.

Peanuts, melon seeds, fruit sugar.

New Year's greetings, kowtow, lucky money.

Qin Guan's phone is usually off the hook, but his phone is really quiet at this time, except for the people around him, his return home is quiet.

When he was eating melon seeds and waiting for Zhou Jing and Li Jian to meet, he unexpectedly received a call from Xue Wanyi.

"Hey, sister Xue, haven't we already paid New Year's greetings?"

"Well, I'm looking for you for a job. About a year ago, people from Huayi Company called suddenly because there was a movie, and many people found you by detour."

"I hope you can participate."

"Oh? I don't have time for Chinese New Year's Eve!"

"I didn't turn it on until after fifteen! I read the script and thought it was great, so I picked it up for you!"

"Hey, sister, isn't this against the rules?"

"It doesn't matter, Qu Xuemei also passed. I sent the script to Cong Nianwei's mailbox just now. Just wait and shoot!"

Hey, what I'm talking about is starting to follow the family line. Who is so talented, knowing that Qin Guan is lazy, and using curves to save the country?

Before Qin Guan could react, Cong Nianwei's text message flashed twice on the phone: "The script is good, it has been sent to your mailbox..."

It was really hit by Sister Xue, but so what?

The sky is big and the earth is big, can you still get together with friends?

Qin Guan, with his legs crossed, threw his phone on the sofa impatiently...

Anyway, my memory is strong, or... let's take a look first...

Is there nothing to do if you don't sit still?

Qin Guan, who found something for himself, silently opened his mother's Lenovo notebook.

In my 163 mailbox, I saw the script that was unanimously approved by the women around me.

'if love'

What the hell is this? It's not some bullshit movie like Overbearing President: Concubine Against the Heavens, right?

Holding the uncertain Qin Guan, he glanced at the past, the more he looked, the more serious his expression became.

And when he saw the last show, he picked up his phone and called Xue Wanyi's phone back.

"Hello, Miss Xue?"

"Which character am I playing?"

"Do you still need to ask? You are the first love, let me tell you, originally the investor and the director told me that this role was reserved for you."

"If you really can't talk about it, I plan to find Jin Chengwu..."

"Well, sister Xue, I'll take it. If it's after fifteen, I'll shoot."

"It's done, can I, Xue Wanyi, cheat you? Then I'll reply to that side right now?"

"Well, okay, I'll wait for your schedule."

Qin Guan who hung up the phone very simply, seemed to think of something, and was amused.

This Jin Chengwu, this is the second time, right? Stealing the other party's job...

Sorry, who told us to be in the same period?

Qin Guan on this side is gloating about his misfortune, but he heard his voice before seeing him at the door over there.

'bang bang bang'

"Open the door, Qin Guan, we're coming!"

Smiling brightly outside the security door were the fat and thin faces of the two most familiar bad friends. Even if they had already set foot on their respective jobs, Qin Guan was still greeted by the most unfalse embrace.

"Hey, let go! I'm going to be smothered to death!"

If he doesn't let go, the first star to be killed by a man's chest tightness will be born in China's Y City.

"Li Jian, you should really lose weight!"

Qin Guan, who broke free from the warm embrace of his bad friend, began to put hats, scarves and other necessary outfits on his body, and greeted: "Let's go? You must let me go out today, the mysterious one is going where?"

Because the two bad friends talked intermittently on the phone, until now Qin Guan has not figured out that the two of them are in full swing to find their own purpose in this Spring Festival.

It wasn't until Qin Guan got on Li Jian's freshly baked Santana that he discovered the general direction they were heading.

Along the South Street, all the way west, besides the factory, there is a vegetable garden?

Where is this going? (To be continued.)