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Chapter Three Seven Days and Seven Century 45

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    In a corner of the city, there is a long-abandoned railway station, a rusty railway and a small, but old, narrow station.

    The crew came here today to shoot the scene of childhood sweethearts walking slowly along the railway. The white wall beside it has already turned yellow, the wall is mottled and painted, and the green tiles are overgrown with weeds. The station with a thick roof is natural.  It became a temporary settlement for the crew.

    Sa Shuang sat quietly in the make-up room temporarily set up in the station lounge, letting the make-up artist smear on her face, she still held the phone tightly in her hand, as if it was a treasure, and she was reluctant to let go easily,  And her eyes were fixed on the live video in the notebook in front of her.  In the ears are the discussions of people outside the lounge, presumably everyone is also paying attention to this video.

    "Miss Yang, Miss Yang, please say a few words about the question just now." In the video, the waiting hall of Pudong Airport is still chaotic, and the reporters and cameras are still persistently chasing Yang Yidan, who has not said a word yet.  The passengers waiting for the plane around noticed the commotion and naturally gathered around to watch. In this way, after recognizing Yang Yidan, they were naturally unwilling to leave easily.  Go forward and find out.

    When Yang Yidan walked to the door of the VIP waiting room, she finally stopped and turned around to look around. The smile under the sunglasses was all over the place. The impatience and irritability just now seemed to have never appeared on her face.  Many media reporters naturally did not want to let go of such an opportunity, and held up all the equipment in their hands.

    Sa Shuang only heard bursts of overwhelming "clicks" coming from inside, and there was a bright light in front of his eyes.

    Finally, Yang Yidan lowered his face lightly, slowly took off his sunglasses, and that delicately made-up face suddenly appeared.

    "Thank you, friends, for your concern for Yidan. An Shao has always supported Yidan's career, and Yidan has also supported An Shao and inherited the love of everyone. It has been so far. I don't need to say more about the meaning of this year. About this year's spokesperson  I can't say much about this matter. But as a senior, I should provide more opportunities for newcomers, and help Mr. An solve problems." Yang Yidan smiled and sighed softly.

    Sa Shuang suddenly tightened the phone in his hand, and felt that there was a cold and thin smile on his face at this moment.

    The delicate and elegant male make-up artist was combing her hair, when he suddenly looked up and saw her expression in the mirror, he couldn't help saying: "Winnie, you look like a sister just now."

    Sa Shuang didn't answer when he heard the words, he just took it as a naughty joke, raised his eyes and looked at him in the mirror, and then smiled slightly.  When he lowered his eyes again, the smile on the corners of his lips was suppressed, staring at the mobile phone in his hand, thinking of Yingzi inexplicably.

    The makeup artist took one last look at her and snapped her fingers, "OK, it's pretty perfect."

    Before he finished speaking, the door was pushed open by Huo Di, Sa Shuang looked in the mirror, and saw Qin Haoran's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

    It was the sun at ninety o'clock in the morning outside the house, Wen Xi made people feel beautiful, but this kind of sunlight slanted in through the door, hit his side, and the other half of his face was hidden in the dark, which made people feel dull and oppressive  , It was a feeling of impatient and restless, completely different from the slow pace he used to stroll in the courtyard.

    Needless for him to say much, the makeup artist started to pack his things since Qin Haoran entered the door, and then walked out of the dressing room without saying much, even

    Also closed the door.

    A smile hung on the corners of sassy lips, a helpless smile.

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    Give a roar first, and the bird will come back.

    Mou Yao finally came back.  Being shaken by the train makes life worse than death. I am sitting in front of the computer at the moment, especially the roar of the train.

    Hehe, Yao said before leaving that Mondays and Tuesdays will be updated on Sundays in advance.  Yao promised that the two updates that fell on Monday and Tuesday will be made up in these two days.

    Therefore, today and tomorrow are the third watch.

    Another notice, the article will be officially launched on Saturday.  Friends who like wen and yao please join us.

    Thank you friends for your support and company over the past two months. Of course, Yao hopes that everyone can accompany Yao to continue walking the road of nostalgia.  Hehe, if some relatives choose to part with Yao, Yao also hopes that we can continue to see each other in the new article in the future.

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