"Are you ready? Let's switch to a close-up from the side and go around from Jiang Tong to Gao Kun's side." Kuncheng's voice interrupted Xia Xiqing's daze, he quickly straightened his expression, and walked to the position before Jiang Tong sat down just now.

"Pay attention to the shaking of the hand-held lens, don't be too much, but show emotional fluctuations." Director Kun explained a lot about the photography, and sat in front of the monitor, "After Jiang Tong sat down, Gao Kun said don't rely on me too much. Near. Got it?"

"Yeah." Xia Xiqing half turned around and lowered his head, his palms were sweating, his heart was beating wildly against his chest, and he couldn't return to Jiang Tong's emotions at all.

"action!"

Jiang Tong turned around and bent down bluntly, ready to sit down next to Gao Kun. Gao Kun suddenly said, "Don't get too close to me."

This sentence frightened Jiang Tong for a moment, his eyes were puzzled, but he moved away and sat down.

Far better.

Jiang Tong was sitting on the side of the road, and on the sycamore tree behind him was the long chirping of the summer cicadas, which resonated strongly with the faster and faster heartbeat. He turned his head to look at Gao Kun. This person looked like some kind of wild plant or animal, in short, it was the kind he had never seen before.

Sharp eyebrows, gentle heart.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you..."

Xia Xiqing suddenly realized that he had just been confused. Such a dialogue would only happen to Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng, not to Jiang Tong and Gao Kun.

"I'm sorry." Xia Xiqing raised his hand to support his forehead, but quickly put it down, stood up hastily and apologized to the staff, "Let's do it again, I just forgot the words."

Even though he said so, Zhou Ziheng saw it clearly. After Gao Kun finished speaking just now, Jiang Tong had no words. His eyes looked at Xia Xiqing, who was obviously a little depressed, and he had a kind of imagination in his heart.

Kuncheng said at the other end, "It's okay, let's make another one, and start from that place."

Just when Xia Xiqing was about to reset, Zhou Ziheng spoke again.

"I'm sorry, I said too much just now, which affected your state."

For some unknown reason, Xia Xiqing suddenly panicked, as if some dark secret had been stripped away and was about to be revealed, he said without thinking, "No. It has nothing to do with you."

He spoke too fast, as if speaking to himself. It's hard to get over the water, anyway, it's all about this, Xia Xiqing simply said it even more.

"I don't even remember what you just said."

Wrap your shell tightly, and you can't come out no matter what.

He was so scared for the first time.

"Action!"

"What are you looking at?"

Hearing Gao Kun's words, Jiang Tong turned his head away without any response. In fact, he really wanted to question the man in front of him hard, why he followed him that night, why he wanted to kill him. If he can be smooth. If Lily said all these words, he would definitely question them.

But he can't help it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Tong just wanted to leave quietly. Last time this person didn't really kill himself, but this time he saved him, it was a balance, just don't meet him again in the future. Turning his head to look at him again, he found that the blood from the wound on his brow bone hadn't completely solidified, and the blood had already trickled down to his cheek. In addition, his knuckles were worn out, his lips were split, and his mandible was bruised.

Jiang Tong sighed inaudibly, pulled the old and big overalls on his body with both hands, and finally unbuttoned it, revealing the gray-washed black short sleeves inside. He had worn it for two years, and the side seams were ripped. Jiang Tong grabbed the seam with his hands and pulled it apart with great effort.

Hearing the sound of the fabric ripping, Gao Kun turned his head to look at him, and found that Jiang Tong had torn the hem of the T-shirt inside him, wrinkled his face with all his strength, and then tore off a long black strip of cloth.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Jiang Tong leaned over, holding a cloth strip in one hand, and the other hand was going to grab Gao Kun's injured right hand, but Gao Kun avoided him before he touched it, as if he had been stimulated by something Yes, he stood up and took two steps back, emotionally, "Don't touch me."

Jiang Tong was stunned for two seconds, looked up at Gao Kun, with an embarrassed expression on his face, he blinked twice without saying a word, withdrew his hand, and pulled the black hair that had been torn from his clothes Putting the cloth back into his pocket, he lowered his head and quickly buttoned his overalls.

With the palm of one hand on the ground, Jiang Tong stood up reluctantly. Although his stomach still hurts and his feet hurt, he just wants to get out of here now.

Gao Kun watched his reaction and watched his series of actions, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, like the feeling of accidentally stepping on a small snail when he was playing in the field when he was a child.

He gritted his molars, "Hey."

Jiang Tong shrank his shoulders again, but this time he didn't stop, but sped up his pace with a limp.

The eyelashes were covered with blood, Gao Kun raised his hand and wiped it with the back of his hand, frowned and looked at the blood stain on the back of his hand with disgust, then looked at the stubborn boy in front of him, raised his foot and took two quick steps, "You If you walk so fast, your legs will definitely be ruined."

How could Jiang Tong not know, his feet hurt like hell, but no matter how hard he tried now, he couldn't get rid of the people behind him.

Every time he took a step, the end of the black cloth strip in his pocket swayed a few times with his staggering steps. Gao Kun stretched out his hand, pulled off the cloth strip, and quickly wrapped it around his palm several times, covering his bleeding knuckles.

"I told you not to go."

no response.

"stop!"

Jiang Tong finally stopped. The hearing impairment made him perceive the world only with the help of hearing aids plugged in his ears. They were old and yellow, and they would make noisy and harsh sounds from time to time. Jiang Tong has been used to this noise since he first put it on when he was ten years old and was rescued from the silent world.

But the voice of the person behind him was too clear, as if he didn't use this small instrument, but penetrated straight into his heart through another medium. It's frighteningly clear.

"I'm sick." The other party walked to his side nonchalantly, "The kind that is contagious."

Jiang Tong looked up at him, the hearing aid embedded in his ear was a little loose, he stuffed it in, and stood still, "What... sick..." He still struggled as usual when he spoke, as seriously as before. A child learning to talk.

The boy with dyed red hair lowered his head and didn't speak, neither did Jiang Tong, standing in front of him a little awkwardly.

The camera shakes, like a person struggling inside. Gao Kun frowned fiercely, his fingers clenched and then loosened, his Adam's apple went up and down like a stick in his throat.

If you take the silence apart, it must be countless invisible struggles. No matter what kind of silence.

"It scared you that night." He finally said, but still lowered his head, and kicked away a small stone with his foot, "I was crazy at the time, I thought I would not live long, I didn't want to just be like this A person dies alone and dies, and no one knows where he rotted. My life is so **** **** up, why should it be me, I didn’t do anything wrong, why should I, I just want to make money! And I really don’t Method…"

He talked a lot, fast, and with heavy emotions, Jiang Tong heard part of it clearly, and guessed the rest. But he heard that he didn't want to die alone.

I don't want to either.

Suddenly grasping a common point made Jiang Tong let down his guard. Sometimes people are so inexplicable, and they were scared to death a second ago, but now they are suddenly not afraid. He bit his lower lip and tried to speak, "Then, that...you...now, now... still... want to..."

"Not now. I was **** out of my mind at the time. Actually, I didn't want to kill after I saw you..." He didn't finish his sentence, as if hesitating in his words, but he didn't continue after thinking for a long time, but looked up at Jiang Tongyang He touched his bruised chin, "My name is Gao Kun, what's your name?"

The sudden question caught Jiang Tong by surprise, "Jiang...Jiang..."

"Jiang what?"

Gao Kun's questioning made Jiang Tong, who was born speechless, even more flustered. He was so nervous that he couldn't say anything. Same, I couldn't send it out, and my face was flushed with anxiety.

"Hey, why are you in a hurry. Don't bite your tongue." He wanted to reach out to pat him, but when he stretched out his hand, he saw the blood on his hand. Gao Kun frowned, and stretched out his foot to touch his toes.

Jiang Tong raised his head all of a sudden.

"What? Remember your name?" Gao Kun raised his eyebrows, but accidentally pulled the wound on his brow bone, and gasped again, "Damn it, it really hurts."

"Tong..."

"Poke?"

His pronunciation was not very accurate, Gao Kun was confused, "Jiang Tong?" Jiang Tong shook his head, stretched out his hand and gestured twice in the air, and wrote his Tong character in the air for a long time, but Gao Kun still didn't understand , he stretched out his hand to Gao Kun's hand, and was about to write on his palm in desperation, but Gao Kun avoided it again.

Jiang Tong's eyes dimmed for a moment, the cars on the road whizzed by, and the car whistles were sharp and abrupt, startling the birds hidden in the dense branches and leaves, flapping their wings and flying out of the unreachable sky.

Its recklessness and panic took away a palm-like green leaf, like a frightened feather, it fell leisurely with the wind, and landed between Jiang Tong and Gao Kun in a whirl.

Jiang Tong reached out and grabbed the sycamore leaf with his slender hand. The setting sun shone through its veins, just like the capillaries under Jiang Tong's white hands.

His face was instantly stained with joy, and he held up the leaf and shook it in front of Gao Kun.

"What are you shaking?" Gao Kun looked at him with a foolish expression, "It's just a sycamore leaf."

Indus? Gao Kun's eyes flickered, "Your name is Jiang Tong?"

Jiang Tong nodded immediately, looking happy. The closer to the night, the deeper and thicker the color of the sunset glow, adding a bit of blood to Jiang Tong's pale face, like the beautiful fruits on the imported chilled shelves in the supermarket.

"Jiang Tong...it's okay, let's just listen." Gao Kun couldn't say anything educated, coughed twice, snatched the leaf from his hand, and twirled it at the tip of his finger, "I'll test you, my name is What?"

"Gao...Kun..." Amazingly, compared to his own name, he pronounced the word Gao Kun in a much more standard way, and after he finished speaking, there was an expression on his face waiting for praise. Gao Kun stopped turning Ye Zi's finger, looked at the leaf surface, it was quite clean.

He lightly touched Jiang Tong's head with a leaf, "Okay, it's pretty good."

"Cut!"

Finally, the filming of this section was finished before the sun set, and the camera was switched several times in the middle. Fortunately, the scenes of the two actors were connected, so the efficiency was not slowed down. After the filming was over, both Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing went to the monitor to watch. Unlike experienced veterans like Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing was actually a little nervous. , The desire to win and be strong is heavier than anyone else.

"The foot movement that Gao Kun added just now is good." Kuncheng is used to calling the character's name on the set, and he pointed to the screen. That's right, you can come here for any impromptu performances you have, as long as it doesn't affect the progress, I absolutely encourage it, don't act too hard, it's boring. Acting is not acting."

Kuncheng said a lot, but Xia Xiqing was absent-minded and didn't listen too much. When Zhou Ziheng stretched out his toes just now, he was startled when he was filming, almost NG.

"Jiang Tong is also very good, and the expressive power of his eyes is very talented."

Xia Xiqing came back to his senses and smiled at Director Kun.

"Let's go eat something first," Kuncheng looked at his watch, "At 8:30, we will go to shoot the night scene, and Gao Kun and Jiang Tong will change their looks immediately after eating."

Seeing that Xia Xiqing was in a daze, Zhou Ziheng grabbed Xia Xiqing's arm as soon as the director left, "What's wrong? Are you tired?"

"No." Xia Xiqing wiped his face, "I'm a little tired." The two left with most of the crew, Zhou Ziheng got into his nanny car, and Xiao Luo was taking out his dinner, when he turned around and found that Xia Xiqing was gone up.

"Huh? What about others?"

Xiao Luo clicked his tongue twice, "Did you forget? Sister Jiang Yin provided him with a nanny car and an assistant, and it's not our car." He stuffed the chopsticks into Zhou Ziheng's hand, "Hurry up and eat until six o'clock in the morning Now, you really don't feel tired."

In the past, when filming, Zhou Ziheng became taciturn when he called Cut. Too much emotion was consumed in the process of acting, which made him feel tired when returning to himself, but it was different when Xia Xiqing was there. For changing back to Zhou Ziheng, he Can't wait.

Chopsticks added a green vegetable and stuffed it into his mouth. It was really tasteless. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and took a bite of the rice. Xiao Luo looked at it and asked, "Is the air conditioner not cool enough? It's too hot to eat." He lowered the volume again After a few times, I heard the noise outside, so I stood up from my seat and took a look, "Why is it so lively?"

Unable to see clearly through the light-shielding glass, Ronaldinho simply opened the car door, poked his head out and took a look, "Hey, what are you doing, do you have popsicles? Hey, give me one, it tastes like nothing. ?”

His little assistant was hooked out, Zhou Ziheng raised his head and looked at the car door in disgust, who happened to see Xia Xiqing stepping into the car with long legs, slammed the door shut, and put a bag in his hand. Popsicles were thrown on his desk.

The surprise on Zhou Ziheng's face couldn't be hidden, "You bought it for me?"

"Don't eat it?" Xia Xiqing grabbed the popsicle and tore open the bag, "Then I will eat it myself."

"Eat!" Zhou Ziheng quickly snatched the popsicle he was thinking of, tore open the bag, and put it in his mouth. His teeth chattered from the ice, and he insisted that it was delicious.

"No one is robbing you, everyone has it."

It turned out that Xia Xiqing bought the popsicle that Ronaldinho mentioned just now. Realizing this, Zhou Ziheng was instantly disappointed, "Everyone has it."

"No, it cost me a lot of money." Xia Xiqing took the chopsticks in front of Zhou Ziheng very smoothly, pulled the food he was eating twice, and then put down the chopsticks, "Didn't you ask for popsicles just now? Do you want to eat again?" He grabbed Zhou Ziheng's wrist and brought the popsicle to him, took a bite, "It's delicious."

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng's face was still unhappy, Xia Xiqing suddenly understood, put his hand on his chin and smiled lazily, and flicked his fingers leisurely on his face a few times, "The ones I bought for others are all three yuan. The one I bought for you is the most expensive one, with three or four layers of sandwiches."

Zhou Ziheng glanced at him sullenly.

"It doesn't matter to me if you feel unhappy, but you have to understand the cause and effect relationship." Xia Xiqing tapped the takeaway box with chopsticks in his hand, "I bought it for you to buy popsicles, not for them. They bought one and brought you one by the way, understand?"

The cream on the ice cream melted little by little and dripped down. It was a pity to see it. Xia Xiqing broke Zhou Ziheng's hand and snatched the ice cream. "You don't want to eat it. It's a waste. I might as well feed it to the dog."

"Who said I don't want to eat it?" Seeing Xia Xiqing took a bite of the ice cream and walked outside, Zhou Ziheng became anxious and stood up regardless, ignoring his height of 1.9 meters, and suddenly hit the roof of the car with a bang. The pain was so unsteady that he fell down, Xia Xiqing was startled when he heard the sound and quickly turned around to look, but Zhou Ziheng threw him down in the originally spacious nanny's car.

This actor, who had never acted in a romance film, staged the most vulgar scene in an idol drama under the impetus of repeated coincidences.

Throwing down, clinging, lips touching.

The soft touch made Zhou Ziheng wake up from the pain suddenly. He raised his head, fearing to press Xia Xiqing, he quickly got up from him.

"Fuck... Lao Tzu's back..." Xia Xiqing also sat up with his waist supported, his narrowed eyes slightly loosened, and his vision gradually became clear.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

It's a habitual apology again, no matter when it is.

The ice cream in his hand had melted half, and it dripped sticky between his fingers. This sticky feeling made people uncomfortable. Xia Xiqing raised his hand, licked the greasy white cream on his fingertips, cast his eyes lazily, looking at Zhou Ziheng's sincere face every time he apologized.

He took a bite of the ice cream, knelt on the ground, leaned over to Zhou Ziheng, and kissed his mouth. The ice-cold and moist ice cream, the soft and warm lips, the moment they touch it, it turns into the tip of the tongue and invades fiercely, using the softest weapon to fight ice and fire, and the rich sweetness is on the verge of breaking out.

The short prank came to an end, Xia Xiqing stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the corner of Zhou Ziheng's cream-stained mouth, and stuffed the ice cream that was almost melting back into Zhou Ziheng's hand, with the corners of his eyes twitching, and the smile in his tone was provocative and seductive .

"Sorry, I did it on purpose."

The author has something to say: Xiaoxiao: Xiao Luo, Xiao Luo, your nanny car just shook, and it shook very hard!

Ronaldinho hurried over to stop Xiaoxiao: Don't, don't, don't open the door!

Smile (innocent face): Why?

Ronaldinho (fake smile and pull away): Let's go eat popsicles [who knows what they are doing inside...