“Brother, can!”
Lan Tian looked up and down at Cheng Yanqiu with a humble expression, and said with a little surprise: “I thought you were not–“
“Nothing?”
Cheng Yanqiu turned his head and looked over. Lan Tian said in a timid way: “I thought you were not hungry. I got up early to buy vegetables. What do you want to eat at noon?”
The topic turned rashly and illogical. Wu Yanqiu didn’t care about it, leaving Lan Tian with the back of his head.
The blue sky at the door stared at the back of Cheng Yanqiu’s head, a little confused.
Why didn’t you continue to hit me with a savage tongue?
Is it because I am in a good mood?
No, when Cheng Yanqiu is in a good mood, his mouth seems to be more poisonous?
Lan Tian thought about it and always felt that he was about to get close to the answer, and heard Cheng Yanqiu calling him.
“Go and follow Feng Yin.”
“Oh, okay!”
Lan Tian instantly threw away his thoughts and went to find Feng Yin.
Inside the RV, Cheng Yanqiu, who looked at Lantian’s back through the car window, confirmed that Lantian had gone far away, he stood up sneakily and called a small barbell in the car.
Very small, probably the smallest.
Cheng Yanqiu, holding a small barbell, sat on the chair, flipped through the script with one hand, and then started exercising.
As for what to do with exercise?
That goes without saying.
Lantian left on the other side, after asking several people, finally found Feng Yin who was in the prop group.
The near blue sky witnessed the great force of Feng Yin to do a miracle.
At this time, Feng Yin, with a table on his head, and each of his hands, took a chair on his own, and delivered the props to the designated position of the director with steady steps and arranged them.
“Thank you, Feng Yin.”
“A small matter.”
Feng Yin waved his hand indifferently and continued to work.