I Miss You - Chapter 9

At the troupe, after the car started, Super put on the hood of the sweatshirt and closed his eyes to rest.

Others were still chatting, talking about today’s performance, how many followers they had on Weibo, and going to post on Weibo, thank you for supporting Yunyun… Then someone mentioned Xu Qingcheng, saying that he did not expect Director Xu Not very good, his niece is so good-looking that she can be on stage.

Tong Anzhi, who was sitting in front of Super, laughed: “But people learn from directors.”

Shen Jialuo saw that Su Pere next to him seemed to be in a bad state today. Although he didn’t talk much, he would talk to everyone, so he couldn’t help but ask: “Why, are you tired today? The director was still complimenting you just now. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself.”

Super waved his hand, indicating that he was thinking too much.

Shen Jialuo raised a hand and patted Super on the shoulder and said: “My flower basket is a gift, right? You don’t need to be like that. In our business, we just rely on our ability to eat, regardless of seniority.”

“Long and young are in order, I only respect the old and love the young.”

“Puff.” Tong Anzhi turned around and said, “I said you have a poisonous mouth, it’s really not wronged at all.”

Super didn’t speak any more, and pulled the brim of his hat down again, covering his eyes as if he was really going to sleep.

The next day, the last half of the youth version of “The Story of the West Tower” ended smoothly in the Grand Theatre. Many cultural public accounts posted it that night, and it was reported in the local paper media the next day, all of which praised this time. Performance.

However, none of this seemed to affect Super’s life. On the second day after all the performances ended, at dawn, he got up and skillfully made sandwiches and cut fruits in the kitchen.

When he finished washing his hands, he brought it out to the living room early. Ms. Su Mu Liang Fei walked out wearing a navy blue embroidered fragrant cloud yarn Tang suit: “Son, morning.”

“Yeah.” Super had already sat down at the table and ate the apple in a hurry.

A ray of morning light was shooting in diagonally through the window next to the dining table, hitting his eyebrows, making him squint his eyes slightly, and at the same time thick eyelashes were covered and a shadow fell.

At this time, the red mobile phone placed on the dining table rang, and the ringtone was a dry sing from last year’s New Year’s reunion: Little nun Nianfang 28…

Suddenly hearing the sound of himself singing the horn, Su Po couldn’t help but feel a chill, and subconsciously reached out and pressed the call.

“Oh, son, it’s my call.” Ms. Liang Fei grabbed the phone, “Oh, it’s Auntie Jiang, it must have urged me to come, hurry up, I want to pack my loving breakfast!”

Supere ate the apple in his hand and wiped his hands. In just a blink of an eye, Ms. Liang received the packed breakfast, said goodbye to her son with a smile, and was happy to find her sisters to go outing.

Super later also packed his sandwich. They shouldn’t eat too much and sing and sing when they are in school. The teacher said when they first entered school.

When everyone has good talents, hard work is an important factor in success. Super didn’t necessarily have a deep understanding of this one, he just felt that since he was in this line, it was always good to keep his head down.

And early that morning, Qing Cheng posted the Weibo of several leading actors in “The Story of the West Tower” on the Internet.

What Tong Anzhi made was: Oh! The youth version of “The Story of the West Tower” came to an end, and I was so touched. You are all little angels! Hold one!

The picture is a selfie with show makeup.

The comments all said “beautiful, beautiful”, and Qingcheng smiled and added something.

Super’s message is: Thanks, we will meet again in the next scene.

No picture.

The comments are either praising him, praising him, or flirting with him.

Qingcheng also searched Shen Jialuo.

The content that Shen Jialuo sent is very simple and grounded: Thank you, thank you everyone! I can only continue to work hard.

The picture is a husky.

Most of the commentators were talking about the dog he raised, asking whether the dog was behaved today, whether he committed a second, whether he demolished the house…

Qingcheng found that the Weibo content posted by these people was quite similar to what it felt in private.