Today is also tied up by the top stream [entertainment circle]

Chapter 21

Zhaoyang had rested for a few days before, and the later scenes were a bit heavy. After shooting this set of shots, a team of people switched locations and took over the next scene without stopping.

The next part of the story happened before Zhaoyang and Han Mingyi had a conversation in the city tower. Jian Xing and Zhaoyang, the leaders of the two rebel armies, rode horses to the center of the city to meet each other, and then recognized each other as their brothers, Jian Xing and Zhaoyang. Reunited for the first time after ten years apart.

The two want to highlight their respective temperaments here——Zhaoyang is not in a hurry, planning strategies in the palm of his hand, Jian Xing is galloping, and Fang Qiu is in full swing.

The attire of the two men was also very different.Zhao Yang was wearing armor and a cloak, while Jian Xing was light and casual, and his clothes were not much different from his brothers.

"The third child—it's really you!" Jian Xing rode Juechen and galloped towards the camera. After seeing Zhaoyang's face clearly, he got off the horse, rushed forward, and hugged Zhaoyang heavily in his arms.

Jian Xing's strength was a bit beyond Zhaoyang's expectation, the two of them were close to each other, Jian Xing's breath lightly sprayed against his ear, and the beating heartbeat of the other party was faintly visible through the clothes and armor.

Or it could just be an illusion.

Zhaoyang was a little distracted.His next line was only two words - "big brother", but it was hidden in the quiet air.

"CUT!" Director Qiu shouted, "Come again."

The second time, Zhaoyang didn't get distracted, and said all the lines that should be said, but he was still NG by Qiu's director.

The third time.

Fourth time.

Fifth time...

"Zhaoyang's aura has weakened, and the wind of the general must be stabilized." Director Qiu didn't know how many times he mentioned Zhaoyang.

Zhaoyang looked at the ground from a distance, took a deep breath silently, turned around and mounted his horse again.

But no matter how you play it, it's wrong.

Not only is the play wrong, but my whole body feels wrong.

He has always held Yang Yixiu's aura very firmly, but now it seems to be falling apart, and he just can't put it together.

It was as if something had suddenly misaligned.

After the tenth filming, Director Qiu was NG again, and his face was obviously not good, but he didn't bother to curse, and just asked the two to do it all over again.

Zhaoyang turned around and was about to take a step when Jian Xing said, "Director Qiu, it's too hot, I think I'm about to suffer from heat stroke, can I take a rest?"

Jian Xing said so, there is no reason for Director Qiu not to allow it, and the whole group benefited accordingly. Everyone took off their coats, took off their helmets, took off their helmets, drank water, and wiped their sweat.

Zhaoyang went back to the rest shed alone.Just now, he was full of drama and was oblivious to the outside world, but now when he sat down, he felt the heat rising under his skin, so hot that steam would come out from every pore.

Jian Xing has her own rest shed, but she chooses to come to Zhaoyang, which is called "closer".

After Zhaoyang sat down, he wanted to drink a bottle of water, but he accidentally thought about the scene just now and lost his mind. He vaguely felt that he was about to do something. What's up.

He often does this at home. In the words of his family and Lin Xigu, this person is acting stupid.

Until Jian Xing sat down beside him, he picked up a bottle of mineral water from the box very smoothly, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Zhaoyang.Seeing that Zhaoyang still didn't respond, Jian Xing simply grabbed Zhaoyang's hand and helped him hold the bottle.

Only then did Zhaoyang startle, "...?"

Jian Xing asked Xiao Zhao, "Where is my little fan?"

Xiao Zhao sneered guiltily, "One is broken...the other is out of battery..."

Jian Xing had a face of "what's the use of you".

"I will definitely prepare a few more next time!" Xiao Zhao said.

"Do you have a fan?" Jian Xing asked again.

"Yes, yes," Xiao Zhao immediately took out his fan, fanning Jian Xing up and down graciously, "Brother Jian, can you do this?"

Jian Xing was overjoyed by Xiao Zhao's play, and raised his chin slightly in the direction of Zhaoyang, "Slap Senior Zhaoyang. Senior is so hot that his face is flushed."

Zhaoyang was already cramped enough to be forced into the water bottle, in order to cover up his embarrassment, he quickly drank water, the water was half drunk, when he heard Jian Xing's words, he was so scared that he wanted to say no, and a mouthful of cold water stuck his throat on the spot .

Although Xiao Zhao was also surprised, he moved very quickly, and the fan turned around and came to Zhaoyang's side. The professional posture could play the role of the eunuch fanning the emperor in his true colors.

"Senior, drink slowly, there is still a lot of water, no one will grab it from you." Jian Xing suppressed a smile on the corner of his mouth, and thoughtfully took out a tissue and handed it to Zhaoyang.

Zhaoyang's mind went blank.

Just NG for a long time, no state, acting like a piece of shit, this is embarrassing enough.

Now, Dingliu personally handed him water and tissues, and Dingliu's assistant fanned him.

Director Qiu watched, Assistant Director Zhang watched, and a bunch of actors from the 37st to [-]th line who were ahead of him all watched.

Especially in another rest shed not far away, Han Mingyi looked at him and Jian Xing with very meaningful expressions.

Before the filming of a drama is over, he is hyping up CP, getting popular searches, and putting on airs in the crew...

Life is too difficult.

Zhaoyang said "no, really no" about [-] times before Jian Xing told Xiao Zhao to stop.

Fang Hua was extraordinarily attentive today, and somehow got two small fans, one for Jian Xing and one for Zhao Yang, so that this matter could be settled.

After being tormented by Jian Xing, Zhaoyang forgot for a moment that he hadn't finished the filming just now, and he didn't come back to his senses until the scene manager called to clear the scene.

Maybe it was because of being choked by cold water and being fanned, Zhaoyang's mind cleared up a lot, and after the rest, the scene was over once and for all.

When work was over in the evening, the dressing room was full of people, Zhaoyang was taking off his costume, Han Mingyi's voice suddenly invaded behind him, "Zhaoyang."

Zhaoyang turned around, tired all day, now he didn't have the energy to exchange pleasantries, and asked straightforwardly, "What's the matter?"

Han Mingyi frowned, still with a professional smile on his face, and handed a paper bag to Zhaoyang, "For you."

"……what?"

It's okay to send him something.

Are they familiar?

Zhaoyang didn't move, Han Mingyi chased after him calmly, "Look?"

Han Mingyi returned to the group for three days, and his roles were not as tight as the male lead Jian Xing. He obviously had time, but he didn't look for him for three days. He just chose this time and place when there were people coming and going and the whole crew knew everyone. Come to tell him this kind of thing, not only to make it public, but also to let Zhaoyang have no position not to cooperate with his performance.

Zhaoyang and Han Mingyi stalemate silently for a few seconds, Han Mingyi stood there with his eyes locked on him, silently declaring that he could go to the arena if he didn't.

"No need." Zhaoyang also put on a professional smile, "I don't need anything."

Zhaoyang's smile is indeed a powerful tool for fans. Since his debut, fans have described him as pure and lustful. Probably only Han Mingyi can see the unpleasant stubbornness in his eyes.

Han Mingyi took out the things in the paper box by himself, put them on the table, and pushed them in front of Zhaoyang. This series of movements was graceful and gentle, without any embarrassment of being rejected by the ugly.

"X's latest limited edition," Han Mingyi said, "It just arrived today, and I ordered an extra one for you."

Han Mingyi is one of the brand ambassadors of the X family. According to him, he still has a model of the same model.

Zhaoyang: "..."

A while ago, after Zhaoyang's bare-faced photos on the streets were trending, a fan at the scene posted a detail - Zhaoyang's phone screen was cracked.

Zhaoyang doesn’t like to stick film on his mobile phone. Now he has dropped this mobile phone several times, and there is an obvious broken line in the upper left corner, like a spider’s web winding out a few lines. Zhaoyang doesn’t think it will affect the use of it, and it even looks quite interesting. The artistic sense has never been cared about.

It's fine for ordinary people, but it doesn't make sense to put it on a star.The fans started yelling at that time, sending a wave of heartache to Zhaoyang, and of course some black fans took the opportunity to make fun of it.

Zhaoyang never expected that he underestimated Han Mingyi's lower limit again, and Han Mingyi would not let go of such details.

Many people around were secretly looking at them.

Zhaoyang picked up the phone. His original intention was to put the phone back in the bag, and then stuff the bag back to Han Mingyi, clearly rejecting the so-called kindness. As soon as Han Mingyi noticed his action, he immediately spoke first: "Then I Let's go first, see you tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he left Zhaoyang with a farewell smile, and turned decisively.

leave.

Zhaoyang: "..."

Zhaoyang: "..."

Zhaoyang: "..."

He (beep——).

It was impossible for Zhaoyang to catch up with him on the spot and forcefully return the things to him. Han Mingyi must have [-] other ways to deal with it. Under the watchful eyes of the public, if the two of them argue a few more times, it will be even more difficult to explain to the outside world.

The entire process was designed seamlessly, and Zhaoyang lost from the moment he talked to him.

Fang Hua just came back from work, and saw Zhaoyang from a distance holding the new mobile phone that Han Mingyi had just given him, and when helping Zhaoyang to pack his things, he couldn't help but said: "Mr. Han is very nostalgic, and I have been thinking about you. "

Zhaoyang looked at Fang Hua, but didn't respond.

Many times he wanted to tell Han Mingyi that he was so successful off stage, if he put half of this thought into acting, he would not be as embarrassed as he is now.

But Han Mingyi will definitely tell him the other way around, as long as he can let go of his arrogance and stubbornness, and put a little bit of acting effort into the packaging of his career, he will not be like this, a complete failure.

"In this circle, do you think the competition is about acting well?" When Zhaoyang decided to leave the group, Han Mingyi said, "No. The competition is about who can play the right role in the right environment at the right time."

Some people act on stage, some people act off stage, it's all acting.

If Yiyang CP really has any fate, that is, they are quite like a pair of jokes at two extremes.

Zhaoyang suppressed the urge to throw the phone into the trash can, and randomly stuffed it into the bag.

After packing everything up, Zhao Yang picked up two bags and was about to leave with Fang Hua.

Fang Hua put all his things to one arm, and snatched Zhaoyang's two bags with his free hand, "Teacher Zhaoyang, I'll come."

Zhaoyang was a little surprised, he used to get half of it with Fang Hua every day like this.Fang Hua didn't give him any room to be polite, he carried big and small bags, and let Zhaoyang go first.

When he arrived at the set the next day, five or six actors greeted him from the time he got off the car to the dressing room.

Many busy staff turned their heads and said "Morning Zhaoyang teacher" when he passed by.

As soon as they arrived at the dressing room, the makeup artist of the crew was already waiting, and Fang Hua came over to say hello in advance.

Zhaoyang was not used to it.

When he first joined the crew, everyone didn't treat him badly, and no one made it difficult for him. It's just like many crews before, if someone wants to give priority to care, he must give priority to others, and if he has to neglect someone, he must be neglected.

I think of a sentence that a senior in the circle said, when you become strong, you will be surrounded by good people.

But...has he become stronger?

Amidst the clamor of the crew, Zhao Yang frowned alone.

Han Mingyi was always coming and going in the crew, shooting for a few days and rushing to catch up on announcements for a few days.As soon as he left, Zhaoyang was happy and quiet.

Afterwards, the filming went smoothly for a period of time, and Zhaoyang tried his best to dilute his presence outside of filming, so as not to provoke others.

Especially those two top-notch ones.

When Jian Xing and Han Mingyi were in the group, Zhaoyang even intentionally staggered the time to go to the dressing room, and stayed alone while thinking about the script when he had nothing to do. When others were almost busy, he would slowly do the final finishing work.

Anyway, he only has a drama in his body, he has nothing to do except filming, he is free and self-willed.

On this day, Zhaoyang stayed on the set until the end, and his car was the last one to go back to the hotel.

When I returned to the hotel, I didn't see the usual desertedness. The lobby was noisy, and half of the crew was there.

These people were evenly divided into two groups, with Han Mingyi as the center on one side and Jian Xing as the center on the other side, each having its own excitement.

Zhaoyang remembered that they should be preparing for tonight's show.Yesterday, Deputy Director Zhang greeted Zhaoyang, saying that there was a dinner tonight, and he would meet with some investors.Not only the investors of this show, but also the executives and directors of other film and television companies will come and ask Zhaoyang if he wants to go with him.

On the surface, Zhaoyang tactfully refused.

Assistant Director Zhang understood Zhaoyang's meaning and didn't mention it further.

In general, rejecting a

One time is tantamount to rejecting the next thousand times.

Packing and kicking out the door, in addition to trouble, may also be an opportunity.

The situation in the lobby made Zhaoyang's scalp tingle, and he almost wanted to turn around and leave, but his legs had already stepped into the hotel gate.

Here comes the question - how to get in?

Walking directly in the middle is too high-profile, surrounded by so many people on both sides, those who don't know can think that he is walking the red carpet.

Get in from the corners.

Zhaoyang looked to the left, the side was occupied by Han Mingyi, the risk was too high.God knows if Han Mingyi will drop by and drag him along to the party.

He had no doubt that Han Mingyi could do such a thing.

Zhaoyang looked to the right again, Jian Xing was chatting with a few people, and they seemed to be having a good chat, so he should not notice him for a while.

Zhaoyang was almost against the wall, and walked quickly to the right.

Seeing that the smuggling was halfway through, Jian Xing, who was in the center of the crowd, turned his head slightly and glanced at him.

At that moment, the two still met their eyes.

It’s over.

Zhaoyang lowered his head, quickened his pace, and recited a mantra in his heart: he can't see me.

Can't see can't see can't see.

But the next moment, Jian Xing walked out from the crowd, with a clear purpose, striding towards Zhaoyang.

Jian Xing looked like he was going to block the road and rob him, so Zhaoyang had no choice but to go around to the left in a panic.He turned to the left, and Jian Xing also turned to the left, and he turned to the right, and Jian Xing also turned to the right. The two walked out of two symmetrical S-shaped routes facing each other.

Jian Xing had long legs and walked so fast that it was windy. Within a few steps, he crossed directly in front of Zhaoyang. Zhaoyang slammed on the brakes and almost hit his head on Jian Xing.

"Senior, where are you going in such a hurry?"

... After escaping Han Mingyi, she still couldn't evade Jian Xing.

"...I'll go back to my room." Zhaoyang Mingming was confident, his voice was unconsciously a little lower in front of Jian Xing's strong aura, and he even took half a step back subconsciously.

As soon as he retreated, Jian Xing approached him again. Zhaoyang was stunned, and instinctively took another step back. Jian Xing pushed again logically. The two of them moved forward and backward like dancing tango. Zhaoyang's back Just bumped into the cold and smooth wall.

This posture is a bit awkward.

Jian Xing didn't make further progress, just looked at Zhaoyang with a slight smile, "Do you have any plans for the evening, senior?"

Sure enough, the killer came.

Zhaoyang glanced over Jian Xing's shoulders, glanced at the bustling crowd behind him, and said firmly, "Yes."

"Ok?"

"I want to read the script."

It is impossible to socialize, and no one can try to trick him.

Jian Xing's smile was drawn meaningfully, "The next few scenes feel quite difficult." He tilted his head slightly, looked down at Zhaoyang, and lowered his voice, "Is there any time for you to tell me about the show again, senior?"

Zhaoyang: "...huh?"

"Can you?"

Zhaoyang thought for a while, "I'm not in a good state these days. Many teachers in the group are more experienced than me, and their level is also higher than mine. You can ask them more..."

Jian Xing raised her eyebrows suddenly, her expression darkened, "Senior, what do you mean by this?"

Zhaoyang: "..."

"Did you dislike me?"

"No—" Zhaoyang blurted out, "I didn't."

Jian Xing stared at Zhaoyang for a moment, "My acting skills are so bad that seniors are going to give up on me?"

Zhaoyang: "..."

He couldn't accept this.

Rainbow farts can't be said, so let's evaluate it based on facts, and he doesn't have that identity and position.

He just didn't understand why Jian Xing didn't let him go?

To Zhaoyang, Jian Xing is like a mirror. Whenever he faces him at close range, he will clearly reflect the pain and shame that he has been deliberately ignoring, and he has to look at it if he doesn't want to.

If as long as he is good-looking and has enough fans, his acting skills can be mediocre, and if he gets a big project, he can become an actor and actress, then what is his acting?

If according to the standard of this industry and the standard of the world, Han Mingyi is more successful than him, and Jian Xing is more successful than him,

So what is his persistence for so many years?

What has he been doing?What the hell is an actor?

"When we met for the first time, senior also said that I have aura," Jian Xing continued softly, "Could it be that you lied to me?"

Zhao Yang looked up at him.

He couldn't tell the truth from the corners of Jian Xing's eyes and eyebrows, and the lines between the lines.Jian Xing's sadness is a bit out of the ordinary, but there is no trace of affectation, it is very dramatic, or in other words, the drama is very real.

He couldn't figure out Jian Xing.He could see through Han Mingyi's fakery at a glance, so although he was in awe when dealing with Han Mingyi, he was very sober and sober without hesitation.But he didn't quite understand Jian Xing.

Sincere and tactful, smart and unruly.

"...I didn't lie to you." Zhaoyang said.

Jian Xing is different from Han Mingyi, and different from many people.Zhaoyang can tell at a glance whether a person's performance is intentional or not.Jian Xing's play is not perfect, but it can touch his heart.

Jian Xing took another half step towards him, "Really?"

Zhaoyang couldn't retreat, nodded with a stiff neck, "Really."

"Is the senior still willing to teach me again?"

Jian Xing's question was too gentle, Zhaoyang nodded in a daze, "...OK."

It was only when he answered that he suddenly woke up.Looking back, I will regret it again, and I will call myself an idiot.

Net to find their own guilt.

"Then it's settled." Jian Xing answered in a second.

"..."

It's the feeling of falling into the pit again.

"I'll go to see senior tonight." Jian Xing said.

"Tonight?" Zhaoyang wondered, "Aren't you..."

Is there a dinner?

Zhaoyang didn't say the second half of the sentence, Jian Xing also understood what he meant, and said with a smile: "Other things are not important."

Only one thing matters.There is only one important person.At least tonight.

After struggling for a long time, Zhaoyang finally got an affirmative answer. Jian Xing turned to go back to the crowd. Before leaving, she suddenly turned her head and smiled at him, "Senior, go rest first. I'll be back soon."

Although the promise was a bit inexplicable, but since you agreed, you have to keep your word.After dinner, Zhaoyang read the script in his room, waiting for Jian Xing to contact him when he came back.

He knew that "soon" was a false word, just like "I'll be there in 5 minutes" actually meant arriving in an hour, and he didn't expect Jian Xing to come and go like the wind.

But Zhaoyang didn't expect that, he waited from 7:11 to [-]:[-], and didn't wait for a word from Jian Xing all night.

Zhaoyang picked up the phone several times and put it down again.Enter a few words in the WeChat dialog box and delete them, over and over again.She entered Jian Xing's phone number in the dial interface, but she couldn't press the dial button no matter what.

Jane Xing must be very busy.Top streams are like that.Zhaoyang once felt it, coming and going like the wind all day long, there are only 24 hours in a day, but there are 1 notices to catch up.He also tried to solve it by sleeping in the car and on the plane for a month...

At that time, I felt that as long as one link was not done well, the world would not turn around.Thinking back later, it was an illusion.The world is going well without him as an idol.

What are you busy with?

fuss.

11:40.Zhaoyang put away the script, put away the phone, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

After filming for a day and reading the script for another night, I was very tired, but I couldn't sleep for a while.

Zhaoyang didn't count himself, he turned over 3 times in 10 minutes.

Do you want to ask Jian Xing what's going on tomorrow?

Let someone else dove for a night, so there should be an explanation, right?

Forget it...or not to ask.What a big deal, maybe it's really not worth mentioning in Jian Xing's eyes, maybe it's because of his pleasure, he said something casually, and he took it seriously.

also good.After this incident, Jian Xing won't pester him to give dramas anymore, right?

As for the favor he owes to Jian Xing, he will find a chance to repay it.

After the filming of this drama is finished, the two will be settled.

They shouldn't be people who have an intersection.

Zhaoyang tossed and turned in the quilt, tossing and turning, one thought after another haunted him uneasy.

irritable.I won't be able to sleep well tonight.

He always sleeps lightly, especially when filming. He thinks too much and can't relax his mind.

Zhaoyang finally fell into a trance in his wild thoughts, and the sound of knocking on the door made him startled.

The knock on the door was very rude, not at all like the normal knock on the door with etiquette on weekdays, and it was still in the middle of the night, so it was obvious that the people outside the door had long since disregarded social norms.

Zhaoyang got up and turned on the light, and stuck to the door full of doubts, looking out through the peephole, no one was there.

Zhaoyang asked directly: "Who?"

"senior……"

Familiar voice.

Zhaoyang was startled, and hurriedly opened the door, but without warning, Jian Xing threw himself towards him in a strong smell of alcohol.

When Jian Xing woke up, she saw the ceiling of her room.

He thought it was the ceiling of his room, and he was dazed for a long time. After the hangover dizziness subsided, he got up slowly, yawned intermittently, and looked around the room lazily. to another person.

It is Zhaoyang.

Zhaoyang was sitting in a chair, lying on a small table, with half of his face resting on his arms, and fell asleep motionless in this position.The sunlight fell from the window, covering Zhaoyang's soft back, and his softer side face, breathing gently, mouth slightly opened, light spots flickering on the slightly trembling eyelashes, calm and shining brightly.

Jian Xing was stunned for a while, then gently lifted the quilt, went down to the ground, barefooted, walked in front of Zhaoyang without a sound, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Senior, go to bed and sleep."

Zhaoyang was half asleep and half awake that night, hardly a moment of deep sleep. Although Jian Xing's voice was very soft, it was too close. Zhaoyang woke up immediately, but he was still dazed and raised his head reflexively. Come.

Then, Tian Linggai felt a pain.

It's the other person that hurts more.Jian Xing felt that his chin was thrown with an uppercut, and after a wail, he fell on his back on the bed.

As soon as Zhaoyang opened his eyes, he saw Jian Xing's miserable state. This time he was completely awake, and he got up abruptly. He wanted to go forward to comfort Jian Xing, but he couldn't get too close, so he had to worry by the bedside, "You—are you okay?" ?”

Jian Xing rubbed his chin with the back of his hand, stood up halfway with difficulty, grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table and looked at it as a mirror, "It's okay, it's not disfigured, otherwise—" He looked at Zhaoyang, "Senior, you have to treat me responsible for the rest of my life.”

Zhaoyang: "..."

He wanted to say that his Tianling Gai also hurt.Jian Xing's chin is really sharp, poking his head like an awl.

It really is a beauty that lies beyond the skin.Although Jian Xing's appearance is also very excessive.

Jian Xing finally sat up straight, "Is this the senior's room?"

This is of course a question of knowing.Zhao Yang nodded, and looked at Jian Xing for a moment, "Do you still remember what happened last night?"

Jian Xing has a little impression.But only very vaguely.There are some things he can't be sure of himself.

So Jian Xing avoided answering, and smiled, "Senior, didn't I do anything last night?"

Zhaoyang was wearing a very simple pajamas at home, the buttons were buttoned upright, so well-behaved, Jian Xing was a little disappointed.

After being disappointed, I couldn't help but start dreaming again.No matter how high the collar of Zhaoyang's pajamas was, it couldn't completely cover his protruding white collarbone.

...stop.

Jian Xing used willpower to calm himself down, and then looked at his clothes, and they were well dressed. According to common sense, he probably didn't do anything last night.

I don't know whether to say he's grown up or old.Entering this circle of random flowers that are gradually becoming charming, but being restrained by Brother Ji, he gradually moves closer to the direction of middle-aged health care veterans.

Maybe I really drank too much last night.As long as he still has a little ability to act independently, he is alone in a room with the person he has a crush on in the middle of the night... He absolutely cannot guarantee whether he can hold it.

Zhaoyang seriously recounted the scene of last night to him.

After Jian Xing forcibly knocked on the door of his room in the middle of the night, he slammed on him reeking of alcohol, Zhaoyang was in a daze at the time.

But Jian Xing was [-]% drunk and still had some restraint, he put his hands on the side of the door, not letting all his weight press down on Zhaoyang.His breath was mixed with the smell of alcohol, strong and pungent, his originally magnetic voice was intermittent, low as a mosquito, vague and difficult to distinguish, "Senior...have you been waiting for a long time...I'm sorry..."

Hearing the three words "I'm sorry", Zhaoyang's heart melted instantly, as if an iceberg that had been condensed with great difficulty suddenly collapsed and melted into spring water in an instant, rolling eastward.No matter how depressed he was before, he forgave Jian Xing at this moment.

The hallway was empty.When the whole world was sleeping, Zhaoyang didn't intend to disturb anyone, he helped Jian Xing into the room, closed the door, and helped him onto the bed.

Jian Xing was still muttering about the confrontation. After lying on the bed, Zhaoyang was about to turn around. Jian Xing grabbed his hand, closed his eyes, and opened and closed his mouth, "Senior...you are so kind ...I envy you...do you know..."

Pulled by him, Zhaoyang stood beside the bed, looking down at Jian Xing.

"Xiao Zhao...you go and tell Brother Ji...from now on, I won't serve anyone..."

"Zhou Ran, get the fuck out... I said I won't act in your bad drama..."

As soon as Jian Xing was drunk and talked in a mess, Zhaoyang listened silently, taking advantage of Jian Xing's enthusiasm, stuffed his hands back into the quilt, poured a glass of warm water, and after coaxing Jian Xing to drink a few sips, Jian Xing gradually Quiet, unwilling to move.

Zhaoyang helped him take off his coat, shoes, earrings, watch, and rings, carefully took out his mobile phone, put it on the bedside table, so as not to crush it, found a new towel, and wiped it for him with hot water. Wipe his face and neck, and finally put a pillow on him and tuck in the quilt.

I slept all night on the table next to me.

It's not a big deal, and it's not the first time Zhaoyang has taken care of a drunk friend.But this time, Zhaoyang remembered Jian Xing's appearance last night over and over again in his dream.

He is so different from the usual high-spirited him.

Are those words that Jian Xing said the truth after drinking?

Does he envy himself?

Zhaoyang knew that Ji Ge mentioned by Jian Xing was his manager.Zhaoyang also dealt with the agent, and those experiences back then will never be forgotten in this life.

Zhaoyang considered it again and again, but still tentatively asked: "Did you last night..."

Halfway through the conversation, Zhaoyang felt awkward. Zhaoyang thought about it, as if he had returned to the language examination room. The words were all words he knew, but he couldn't make a sentence that could be used. Ideal final answer to, "Just... okay?"

I really opened my mouth and regretted it a bit.He is afraid that his concern will be regarded as malicious gossip by the other party, and it is very sensitive to touch other people's scars.

Zhaoyang's hesitation to speak made Jian Xing a little confused, "...Huh?"

Half a minute later, Jian Xing came to his senses, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled until his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, "Senior, are you worried that I will be unspoken?"

Jian Xing didn't even type a number, and nakedly pointed out the masked word, Zhaoyang was startled, looked away in embarrassment, his face was hot.

I scolded myself a hundred times in my heart.

……stupid.Stupid.They were not familiar with each other, so he took a step back and said that even if such a thing really happened, it was not his turn to worry about it.

"Hahaha——" Jian Xing was still laughing mercilessly. After laughing enough, he began to explain, "I left after finishing the meal last night. It happened that a friend returned to China and was dragged to drink A few cups..."

That friend is Zhou Ran. If it weren't for the brotherhood they grew up wearing a pair of pants, Jian Xing wouldn't bother talking to him.

"Oh." Zhaoyang responded sullenly.

Last night, he worried about Jian Xing for a while. With Jian Xing's condition, no one in the circle should have any thoughts about him. The sloppy in the social circle is similar, and Zhao Yang accidentally sketched out a top-ranking person who is glamorous in front of him. The endlessly heartrending script of the queen, I can't help feeling sorry for this junior...

Okay, he's being self-indulgent.

Jian Xing watched Zhaoyang's expression, the more bored Zhaoyang was, the happier he was.

Senior is worried about him.

"Don't worry senior," Jian Xing said with a smile, "I'm sure I can protect myself."

Zhaoyang: "...um."

Jian Xing stopped teasing him, grabbed his coat, and put his things into his pocket one by one, "Senior, I was sorry last night, I will definitely apologize some other day..."

He originally wanted to say that he is really not such a disrespectful person, but after thinking about it, he became disrespectful, it seems that this is too much.

Jian Xing stopped in the middle of speaking.

"What's wrong?" Zhaoyang asked.

Lost something?

Don't scare him.Zhaoyang himself can’t afford luxury goods, but he can still recognize the Chopard watch that Jian Xing wears, the logo of the jacket is Jager Lion Dan, earrings and rings... I can’t recognize the brand but looks very expensive. , it is very likely that it is an exclusive design from a famous designer.

In short, if Jian Xing walks outside casually, he is the RMB that can breathe. Zhaoyang can't afford to pay even if he loses a part of those things on his body.

Zhaoyang's little heart was thumping and he was nervous.

Jian Xing fumbled in both trouser pockets, and then in his clothes pocket, but couldn't figure out why, so he could only apologize sincerely to Zhaoyang, "My room card is locked in the room."

As for why this happened, Jian Xing was slightly impressed.

Last night Zhou Ran meant to tell Jian Xing not to go back at all, and spend the night outside as a vacation. He sent Jian Xing back to the set to catch up with the schedule the next day, but Jian Xing resolutely and uglyly refused.

After arriving at the hotel, Xiao Zhao sent Jian Xing back to the room. As soon as Xiao Zhao left, Jian Xing went out of the room, came to the next door, and knocked on the door.

I forgot about the room card and so on.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a room card, you can call the front desk and use the main card to open the door.But Jian Xing's next sentence blocked the road, "Senior, can I borrow your bathroom?"

Zhaoyang thought that Jian Xing was going to the bathroom, the kind that could be solved in 3 minutes, but it took him 10 minutes to take a shower in it.

Their scenes today were all in the evening, and they only went to the set to prepare in the afternoon, so they didn't have to rush in the morning, so Zhaoyang didn't change his clothes.In addition, I was also afraid that Jian Xing would come out suddenly while washing... This room is like a kennel, and you can touch it when you turn around. At that time, both of them will be disheveled, and the scene will be very delicate.

Zhaoyang just wants to send Jian Xing away as soon as possible.

But before he sent Jian Xing away, the phone rang.

It was Lin Xigu, and the first thing he said was: "Your room is 306, right?"

Zhaoyang: "?"

Lin Xigu: "Open the door."

Zhaoyang: "???"

Lin Xigu: "I'm at your door."

Regarding his sudden arrival, Lin Xigu thought that Zhaoyang would give him a hug excitedly—well, this is a delusion, so at least welcome him, but after Zhaoyang opened the door, what Lin Xigu saw was his frightened face and stunned.

Lin Xigu squeezed into the door with his luggage, very dissatisfied with Zhaoyang's welcome ceremony, "What expression do you have? Those who don't know think I'm here to catch rape—"

Lin Xigu paused.

A prophecy.

The bathroom door just opened, and Jian Xing only wore a bath towel around his waist, dripping water all over his body, and asked as he came out: "Senior, do you have any other towels..."

He didn't mind using Zhaoyang's towel, but he thought Zhaoyang would mind.

Lin Xigu froze in place, still holding his small travel bag in the air.

He looked at Zhaoyang, then at Jianxing.

Then look at Zhaoyang, then look at Jianxing.

The travel bag fell to the ground with a thud.

What did he see?

Zhaoyang in pajamas?Jane Xing in the sexy shower?

Two beautiful teenagers living in the same room?

No.

He saw tomorrow's headlines.