It was unknown whether the sun would rise or set in the studio, but by the time the shooting was completed, it was already dusk outside.
Mo Yan called Qingtian back and told her that she would go back tomorrow and asked her to keep the matter secret; Qingtian knew that she had a low-key temperament and agreed.
Qin Yan had already been waiting outside the dressing room. After she changed back into her own clothes, he turned her into the car. He didn't want anyone else to take up Mo Yan's time.
There was a faint scent of mint in the car, and neither of them spoke. Silence spread in the small space, creating some ambiguity.
A familiar smell lingered on the tip of his nose. Mo Yan recalled the scene of throwing herself into his arms last night, and the tips of his ears suddenly felt hot. If he didn't say anything, he might explode on the spot, so he had to bite the bullet and speak first, "You drove here.
, will you drive back tomorrow too?”
The effect is good, the ambiguous feelings disappear in an instant.
Qin Yan put his left hand on the side of the car window, and tapped his slender right hand on the steering wheel. Hearing this, he turned his head to look at Mo Yan, and smiled helplessly, "The car is just like my wife, I must not leave it behind. I have been driving alone for more than ten years.
It will take an hour. I will fall asleep on the way and it is not very safe. Can you come with me?"
The heat on the tips of Mo Yan's ears hadn't subsided yet, so she pursed her lips and didn't answer.
Then he heard Qin Yan continue to say, "I also lost my mobile phone. If something happens on the way, I can't even call the police. We are classmates. You won't just die without saving me, right?"
His tone was soft and cute, pitiful and aggrieved, as if the whole world had abandoned him.
"But I can't drive either." Mo Yan thought for a moment, then bit his lip and replied.
"It's okay. Just chat with me. It's settled. Oops, I'm so hungry. Let's go eat."
Qin Yan didn't wait for her to find a reason and directly changed the topic.
By the time dinner was over, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
Mo Yan was a little full after eating. It was not far from the hotel, so she had to pull Qin Yan to walk back along the city wall with her.
Qin Yan stood behind her and couldn't help but curl her lips when looking at her background. Fortunately, he made a guide and chose the Sichuan hot pot she liked to eat. It was easy to feed her.
His original purpose was to take a walk under the moonlight with Mo Yan - to be inseparable.
Next to the ancient city wall made of bluestone bricks, the two people walked in tandem. Occasionally, the breeze blew, and the shadows of the trees were whirling and shadowy.
The clear light of the moon shines down, and everything you look at is covered with a layer of white gauze, which is quiet and dreamy.
If it stays like this for the rest of your life, it seems pretty good.
Mo Yan stretched out his hand, rubbed the marks on the wall tiles with his fingertips, looked back with a smile, and asked, "Qin Yan, do you want to touch and see? These are traces etched by time."
The ink smoke at this moment is the beauty blooming under the moon, pure and elegant, like an elf at night.
Qin Yan's heartbeat was pounding.
He immediately strode closer, his tall body covering the petite Mo Yan, his big hand pressed on his small hand, and a low magnetic voice sounded above his head, "Are you talking about the traces here?"
His tone was serious, and he didn't sound like he had any evil thoughts.
However, before Mo Yan could answer, the familiar song "Orchid Grass" sounded not far away.
Mo Yan took out his hand in panic, turned around, looked around, and exclaimed, "Sprinkler! Run!"
But there was no obstruction within 100 meters of them, but the water sprinkler was already very close. Qin Yan, without saying a word, bent down and hugged the princess, holding Mo Yan in his arms.
After a burst of dust and rain, the sprinkler continued to sing the song of orchids and grass and drove away.
"Are you okay?" After a while, Mo Yan stretched out his little head from his arms and looked at Qin Yan gratefully.
Seeing Qin Yan's embarrassed look, she pinched herself hard and resisted the urge to laugh.
You can't laugh, you can't smile, he just helped you, you can't be so unkind.
Hearing this, Qin Yan reluctantly put down the warm-scented nephrite. Just now he smelled the scent of ink smoke in his hair, which was as fragrant as epiphyllum.
While shaking off the mud and water on his body, he looked at Mo Yan who was suppressing a smile and said dotingly, "Let's go back to the hotel and change clothes!"
Mo Yan landed on his feet, rummaged in his bag, took out a pack of tissues and handed it to Qin Yan, "Wipe it first?"
But someone walked down the pole, bent his knees and lowered his head, as if giving a knight's salute to the princess, "You wipe it for me, I can't see the hair from behind."
Mo Yan paused. He was hugging him just now to block the sprinkler. Let's help him wipe his hair now as a courtesy. It's better not to worry about it too much.
Qin Yan succeeded, and the corners of his mouth curved even wider.
The next day, Qin Yan was not afraid of Mo Yan knocking on the door, so he deliberately slept in, and finally didn't set off until ten o'clock.
Before getting on the expressway, he made a special trip to the supermarket.
Mo Yan sat in the car and watched him come over with two big bags. She thought he was going to bring specialties back to Hangzhou. Unexpectedly, Qin Yan used the money he just took from her to buy snacks, biscuits, and potato chips in the supermarket.
Spicy strips, chicken milk, dried fruits, plums, and candied fruits are all available, and they all end up in her stomach, making her spend money to gain weight. It's too unwise.
Although she thought so in her mind, in action she just glanced sadly, and then started eating the potato chips while the co-pilot was holding them.
Qin Yan drove without squinting, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of her eating like a chipmunk. Her heart softened a lot, and his ink smoke became more and more cute.
The car stopped and went on the highway. Mo Yan was a road addict and thought he could reach Hangzhou at night. But when he got off the highway, he realized that this was a strange city.
"This isn't Hangzhou? Where are you taking me?" She frowned and looked at Qin Yan, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.
Qin Yan drove for a long time today. He leaned back, moved his neck to relax, and patiently explained to Mo Yan, "This is Mandala, which is more than 400 kilometers away from Hangzhou. The visibility is not good when driving at night.
It’s not very arranged. Let’s rest here tonight, the Qin family has a villa here.”