"Are you ready? Let's change the close-up on the side and go around from Jiang Tong to Gao Kun." Kuncheng's voice interrupted Xia Xiqing's stunnedness. He quickly calmed his expression and walked to the position where Jiang Tong had just sat down.

"Pay attention to the shaking of the camera under the bottom, don't go too far, but show emotional fluctuations." Director Kun explained a lot to the photography and sat in front of the monitor. "After starting, Jiang Tong sat down, Gao Kun said, don't get too close to me. Is it clear?"

"Yes." Xia Xiqing turned around and lowered her head, sweating in her heart, and her heart hit her chest frantically, completely returning to Jiang Tong's emotions.

“action!”

Jiang Tong turned around and bent down slowly, preparing to sit down next to Gao Kun. However, Gao Kun suddenly spoke, "Don't get too close to me."

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

It's better to be farther away.

Jiang Tong sat on the side of the road, and the long cicada chirping specially provided by Xia was stored on the sycamore tree behind him. The sounds were connected to the sounds, and there was a strong resonance with the faster the heartbeat. He turned his head to look at Gao Kun. This person looked like some wildly growing plant or animal, in short, the kind he had seen before.

Sharp eyebrows and gentle heart.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you..."

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

"I'm sorry." Xia Xiqing raised his forehead and tried to hold his forehead, but quickly put it down, and hurriedly stood up and apologized to the staff, "It's time to reiterate, I just forgot the words."

Even though he said this, Zhou Ziheng could see clearly. After Duan Gaokun finished speaking just now, Jiang Tong had a good word. His eyes looked at Xia Xiqing, who was obviously a little depressed, and a kind of imagination arose in his heart.

On the other end of Kuncheng, he said, "Things, let's start from that place again."

Just when Xia Xiqing was about to restore the position, Zhou Ziheng spoke again.

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

Not sure why, Xia Xiqing suddenly panicked, as if there was something shameful secret that had been stripped off by life and was about to be revealed. Without thinking, he spoke, "I have something to do with you."

He said too quickly, as if he was talking to himself. It was hard to contain water. Anyway, he said this, so Xia Xiqing simply said it even more excessively.

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

Cover your shell tightly and don't come out of it no matter what.

The first time he was so scared.

“action!”

"What are you looking at?"

Seeing Gao Kun's words, Jiang Tong turned his head and responded. In fact, he wanted to question the person in front of him fiercely, asking him why he had to follow him that night and why he wanted to kill him. He could go smoothly. Lili said all these words, and he would definitely question them.

But he did it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Tong just wanted to leave quietly. Last time this man really killed himself. This time he saved him, which was a big deal. Just don't meet him again. He turned his head and looked at his eyes, and found that the blood from the wounds of his eyebrows was still completely solidified, and the blood had already flowed to his cheeks. In addition, his knuckles were also worn out, his lips were broken, and his jawbone was blue-purple.

Jiang Tong sighed indifferently, pulled off the old and work clothes he had on, and finally unbuttoned it, revealing the gray-washed black short-sleeved shirt inside. He had been wearing the clothes inside for a year, and the seams on the sides were lined. Jiang Tong grabbed the seams with her and pulled them apart with great effort.

When the cloth cracked, Gao Kun turned to look at him and said Jiang Tong torn the hem of the T-shirt inside, making his face wrinkle, and then he pulled off the long black strip of cloth.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Jiang Tong leaned over, holding a cloth strip, and preparing to catch Gao Kun's injured right side. When he met, Gao Kun avoided it. He seemed to have been stimulated by somehow, and then stood up and stepped back, feeling excited, "Don't touch me."

Jiang Tong was stunned for a moment, looked up at Gao Kun's eyes, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face. He blinked his eyes and said something, he took back his own, stuffed the black cloth strip that had been pulled from his clothes back into his pocket, lowered his head and quickly buttoned his work clothes.

Jiang Tong stood up barely with his palm on the ground. Although his stomach still hurts and his feet are also hurt, he just wants to leave here.

Gao Kun looked at his reaction and watched his series of actions. He felt a little uncomfortable, like he accidentally stepped on a snail while playing in the fields when he was a child.

He bit his back teeth, "Oh."

Jiang Tong's shoulders shrank again, but this time he stopped, but instead he accelerated his pace.

The blood slammed the eyelashes. Gao Kun raised his back and wiped it down. He frowned and looked at the blood on his back with disgust. He looked at the stubborn boy in front of him, and quickly rushed forward, "You must be useless when you walk so fast."

How could Jiang Tong not know that his feet hurt so much, but no matter how hard he tried, 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 would sway with his staggering pace. Gao Kun stretched out, pulled off the cloth strip, and quickly wrapped his palms several times, wrapping the bleeding knuckles.

"I told you not to leave."

There is a reaction.

"stop!"

Jiang Tong finally stopped. The sensible obstacle made him realize that when he only used the helper in his ears to plug in his ears, they turned yellow and made noisy and harsh sounds from time to time. Since he was ten years old, he was rescued from the silent world, Jiang Tong has become accustomed to this noise.

But the voice of the person behind him was too clear, as if he was using this small instrument, but he penetrated straight into his heart through another medium. It was so clear that it was terrifying.

"I'm sick." The other party walked to his side as if nothing had happened, "the kind that would be contagious."

Jiang Tong looked up at him, the aid in his ear loosened a little. He stuffed it in and stood still, "What... sick..." He still felt so hard that he had always struggled, and was as serious as a child who had just learned to speak.

The boy with red hair dyed his head lowered his head and spoke, and Jiang Tong also spoke, standing in front of him in a little cramped manner.

The camera swayed, like a person struggling in his heart. Gao Kun frowned fiercely, his fingers clenched and loosened, his Adam's apple was up and down, and his throat was covered.

If you take apart the silence, it must be countless invisible struggles. No matter how silence it is.

"I scared you that night." He finally spoke, but he lowered his head and kicked away a very small stone with his feet. "I was crazy at that time. I felt that I couldn't live long. I didn't want to die alone and die of illness. People know wherever I was. I'm so fucked in my life. Why is it me? I did something wrong? Why? I just want to make money! And I really do it..."

He said a lot, his speech was fast, and he was very emotional. Jiang Tong cleared the part, and the rest was all guessed. But he saw that he didn't want to die alone.

I don't want to do it either.

The common point that he suddenly grasped made Jiang Tong let go of his vigilance. Sometimes people are so inexplicable. They are afraid of death in seconds. They suddenly are no longer afraid. He bit his lower lip and tried to speak, "Then, then...you......you......and...want..."

"I can't. I was just fucking confused at that time. Actually, I didn't want to kill you after seeing you..." After he finished speaking, he seemed to hesitate, but he thought for a long time and continued. Instead, he looked up and raised his head and raised his bruised chin, "My name is Gao Kun, what's your name?"

Suddenly his question made Jiang Tongcuo's place in the end, "Jiang...jiang..."

"What is Jiang?"

Gao Kun's questioning made Jiang Tong, who was born unable to speak clearly, became even more panicked. He was nervous and couldn't say anything. The tip of his tongue tightly pressed against the back of his teeth and tried hard to issue the word "Tong", but it seemed to be stuck and could not say it, and his face was so anxious that he was red.

"Hey, why are you anxious? Don't bite your tongue." I wanted to stretch out and pat him, but when I stretched out, I saw the blood on myself. Gao Kun frowned and stretched out and touched his toes.

Jiang Tong raised his head next time.

"Why? I remember your name?" Gao Kun raised his eyebrows, but accidentally pulled the wound on his eyebrows, and then took a deep breath, "Fuck, it hurts so much."

"Tung..."

"Poke?"

His pronunciation was not very accurate, and Gao Kun was confused. "Jiang Tong?" Jiang Tong shook his head, stretched out his gestures in the air, and wrote his word "Tong" in the air for a long time, but Gao Kun was still unclear. He stretched his side to Gao Kun, and in desperation, he prepared to write on his palm, but was avoided by Gao Kun again.

Jiang Tong's eyes were dim in an instant, and the cars whistled past the road, and the car whistled sharply and abruptly. It startled the birds hiding in the dense branches and leaves, and flapping their wings and flying out of the unreachable sky.

Its recklessness and panic took away the green leaves that looked like a slap, and fell slowly with the wind, and fell between Jiang Tong and Gao Kun.

Jiang Tong stretched out and grabbed the sycamore leaf, and the sunset shone through its veins, as if it were the capillaries under Jiang Tong's back.

His face instantly looked happy, and he held the leaf and shook in front of Gao Kun.

"What are you shaking?" Gao Kun looked at him with a fool's expression, "Isn't it just a piece of sycamore leaves."

Wutong? Gao Kun's eyes flashed, "Your name is Jiangtong?"

Jiang Tong nodded immediately, looking happy. The closer it was to the night, the darker and thicker the sunset, adding a little blood to Jiang Tong's excessively grey face, like the beautiful water on the imported chilled shelves in the supermarket.

"Jiang Tong...is okay, do it." Gao Kun couldn't say anything well-educated. He coughed and grabbed the leaf from his, and turned his fingertips, "What's my name?"

"Gao...kun..." What's amazing is that compared to his name, he posted the word Gao Kun much more standard. After saying that, he showed a look of waiting for praise on his face. Gao Kun stopped turning Ye Zi's finger and looked at Ye's face, which was quite clean.

He gently touched Jiang Tong's head with the leaves, "Okay, it's quite awesome."

“cut!”

Finally, the shooting of this section was over before the setting sun. The cameras were switched several times in the middle. The actors' scenes were connected, and their efficiency was finally pulled down. After the filming, Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing both ran to the monitor to watch. Unlike Zhou Ziheng, who is experienced, Xia Xiqing was actually a little nervous. Although he usually looks careless and lazy, he is more competitive and strong-willed than anyone else when he does something.

"The foot Gao Kun just added is good." Kuncheng is used to being called the character name on the set, so he pointed to the screen, "It just happened to be touched by the back with leaves." He raised his head to look at Zhou Ziheng, "It's pretty good. You can do whatever you want on-the-spot performance. As long as it doesn't affect the progress, I absolutely encourage you. Don't act tightly, meaning. Don't act like a person."

Kuncheng said this, Xia Xiqing was distracted and went in. When Zhou Ziheng stretched his toes through the filming, he was already scared when he jumped, and he was a little bit short of it.

"Jiang Tong is also very good, and his eyes are very talented."

Xia Xiqing came to her senses and smiled at Director Kun.

"Go to eat something first," Kuncheng looked at the watch, "We went to the nightclub for a special show at 8:30. Gao Kun and Jiang Tong immediately changed their looks after dinner."

Seeing that Xia Xiqing was a little dazed, Zhou Ziheng took Xia Xiqing's arm when the director left, "What's wrong? Are you tired?"

"." Xia Xiqing wiped his face, "I'm a little tired." She followed the crew's part and left. Zhou Ziheng got into his nanny car before her feet. Xiao Luo was taking out his supper, and backed her hair. Xia Xiqing disappeared.

"Huh? Where are others?"

Xiao Luo tskated, "Did you forget? Sister Jiang Yin equipped him with a nanny car and a helper, it's not our car." He stuffed the chopsticks into Zhou Ziheng, "Eat quickly, you're not tired until six in the morning."

In the past, when filming, Zhou Ziheng became taciturn when he shouted cut, and he consumed too much emotion during the acting process, which made him become tired when he returned to himself. However, when Xia Xiqing was different, he couldn't wait to turn back to Zhou Ziheng.

The chopsticks were added with green vegetables and stuffed them into his mouth. It was really tasteless. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and snatched the rice. Xiao Luo looked at it and asked, "Is the air conditioner not cold enough? It's so hot that I can't eat." He lowered it a few degrees again. Seeing the noisy outside, he stood up from his seat and watched, "Why is it so lively?"

Unable to see clearly through the dark-blocking glass, Ronaldo simply opened the car door, poked his head out and glanced, "Hey, what are you doing? Are there popsicles? Hey, give me the roots, what does it taste like?"

His little boy was hooked up, and Zhou Ziheng raised his head in disgust and looked at the car door. Unexpectedly, he happened to see Xia Xi and Chiang Mai entering the car with long legs, slammed down and pulled up the car door, throwing the bag of popsicles in his table.

Zhou Ziheng's face couldn't hide the surprise, "Born for me?"

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

"Eat!" Zhou Ziheng quickly snatched the popsicle he was thinking about, tear open the bag and put it in his mouth. His teeth were trembling with ice, and he said it was delicious.

"Everyone has it for you."

Originally, the popsicle that Luo just mentioned was bought by Xia Xiqing. Zhou Ziheng, who realized this, 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 and pulled down the food he was eating, and put down the chopsticks. "Didn't you just clamoring to eat popsicles, but don't eat them anymore?" He grabbed Zhou Ziheng's wrist and took the popsicles to his side, and bite them, "It's delicious."

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng's face was still unhappy, Xia Xiqing passed by immediately, holding his chin and smiling lazily, pointing to leisurely bounced his face a few times, "What I bought for others is three yuan, but what I bought for you is the most expensive, three or four layers of sandwich."

Zhou Ziheng glanced at him angrily.

"You have to feel unhappy about my relationship, but you have to figure out the relationship." Xia Xiqing held the chopsticks and tapped on the takeaway box, "Where is me, I bought them for them to buy popsicles, not for them to buy them, and I brought you the root, Ming?"

The cream on the ice cream melted and flowed downwards. It was a pity to see that Xia Xiqing broke open Zhou Ziheng's and grabbed the ice cream, "Forget it if you don't eat it, it's a waste. I won't feed it to the dog."

"Who said I won't eat it?" Seeing Xia Xiqing bit the ice cream and walked out, Zhou Ziheng became anxious. He stood up regardless of the situation, ignoring his own figure, and suddenly hit the roof of the car with a bang. The center of gravity was unstable and fell down. Xia Xiqing was frightened when he saw the sound. He quickly turned around to see. Zhou Ziheng was knocked down in the spacious nanny car.

This actor who has acted in a romantic movie since , has staged the most vulgar drama in idol dramas by successive coincidences.

Pounce, hold it tightly, and your lips touch each other.

The soft touch made Zhou Ziheng wake up from the pain. He raised his head, afraid of pressing Xia Xiqing, so he quickly got up from him.

"Fuck...my back..." Xia Xiqing also sat up with his waist, his squinting eyes slightly loosened, and his gaze gradually became clear.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it."

I apologize again habitually, no matter when.

The ice cream in  has melted halfway and is slipping sticky in the gaps between fingers. This sticky touch makes people uncomfortable. Xia Xiqing raised her, licked the smooth cream of her fingertips, and threw her eyes lazily, looking at Zhou Ziheng's face that was sincere every time she apologized.

He bit the ice cream, knelt on the ground and leaned over to Zhou Ziheng, and kissed his mouth. The cold and moist ice cream, soft and warm lips, turned into a violent invasion of the tip of his tongue when it touched, and used the softest weapon to fight ice and fire, and the rich sweetness was about to break out.

In the short prank, Xia Xiqing stuck out her tongue and licked Zhou Ziheng's mouth next time, stuffing the ice cream that was almost melted in her mouth back into Zhou Ziheng's, raising her eyes at the end of her eyes, and the smile in her tone was provocative and seductive.
Chapter completed!