Even if you wear fast female accessories, you should also be brave enough to look bad

The film and television city is not open to the public when there is a crew filming, so even though it is a weekend, there are very few people in the snack street.

Yun Qian and Chi Yi found an antique restaurant at the end of the snack street and sat down. The private room of the hotel was very quiet and clean.

The two ordered some of the store's signature dishes. After the waiter left the box, the room became quiet.

This was the first time Yun Qian and Chi Yi had dinner alone, just the two of them.

It was safe in the box. Chi Yi had already taken off his mask and hat and put them aside. The sleeves of his black loose jacket were rolled up to his elbows. He wore a black watch on his left wrist. The extreme blackness of the watch contrasted with the cold white skin. Just the right amount of tension.

The fingers of the hands were very long and had distinct joints. The not exaggerated veins on the back of the hands moved slightly with the movements of the hands.

Yun Qian thought of the short fan fiction he had seen in Chi Yi's Weibo super talk. Many fans liked to write about Chi Yi's hands and how he used his hands to do special things.

There is a video on the Internet sent by Chi Yi's studio. The content of the video is Chi Yi singing a love song while playing the piano, with his slender fingers jumping on the keys. Although he is singing a love song, Yun Qian feels that there is nothing in those dark eyes. How many emotions.

It happened that the waiter came to serve the food. In order to facilitate the waiter's entry and exit, the box door was briefly opened for a while, and the music playing in the hall outside was transmitted into their box.

It was Chi Yi's song that was playing.

Yun Qian laughed softly, and Chi Yi turned his eyes to look at her: "What are you laughing at?"

The waiter put down the dishes and exited the box, closing the door with him, blocking out the noise and singing outside.

"I'm laughing. I was just thinking about your previous singing video, and your song was played outside. Is this fate?" Yun Qian cupped her chin and smiled brightly.

I just don’t know if this fate refers to the song or something else.

Chi Yi curled his lips silently, "What singing video?"

"It's the video of you singing a love song while playing the piano."

Chi Yi was not particularly impressed, but the little girl seemed particularly interested and looked at her with bright eyes.

"Chi Shen, when can you post another video of you playing the piano? It's really pleasing to watch you play the piano."

"Do you want to see it?" Chi Yi raised his eyelashes slightly, with unclear emotions in his eyes.

Yun Qian's eyebrows curved, "I think the fans would like to see it, right?"

"Does this fan include you?"

"Of course, watching handsome guys is good for your physical and mental health." Yun Qian winked.

Chi Yi didn't speak anymore, and Yun Qian didn't get a clear answer until the end of the meal.

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Autumn rain always comes quickly and violently. This rain lasted for several days. Ye Yang simply took advantage of these days to film a few scenes that required rainy conditions.

Among them, there happened to be two scenes of Yun Qian. Both scenes were shot on the same day. It was impossible to do both scenes at once, so Yun Qian was almost in the rain that day.

"Ka, Yuan Ning's emotions are okay, but not enough. What I want is the kind of explosion, the pain and struggle of your rejection." Ye Yang held an umbrella and shouted to the center of the field with a small speaker.

This scene is the plot after Princess Yuan Ning was rejected by Xiao Chen. Princess Yuan Ning was proud, and all her pain and grievances were vented in this heavy rain. In the end, the heavy rain drowned the princess's emotions. After that, Yuan Ning Ning is just Yuan Ning, not a little girl with her own selfish desires and loves, but a princess who is dedicated to the country.

He had taken the photo several times, but it still didn't produce the effect Ye Yang wanted. Ye Yang asked Yun Qian to adjust it.

Xiao Yang rushed over with an umbrella and a whole pack of tissues in his hand, and the makeup artist followed him.

Even though she was wearing three layers of ancient clothes, Yun Qian was almost soaked all over her body. If it weren't for the makeup, her face would have looked ugly.

The autumn wind was bleak, and Yun Qian couldn't help but shiver when the wind blew.

"Sister, I think the photo I took just now is good enough, why do you still need to take it? You will definitely catch a cold if you are soaked like this." There was a hint of crying in Xiao Yang's voice when he spoke.

Yun Qian patted Xiao Yang's head comfortingly, "That's just good enough. Of course you have to pursue the best when filming. Don't worry about your sister, your sister is strong."

The makeup artist who was applying makeup to Yun Qian couldn't help but look at Yun Qian more.

Originally, Ye Yang wanted to see Yun Qian's condition as a substitute, but Yun Qian refused. She said she wanted to complete the scene by herself.

There was not much time to adjust, and the sky would get dark if we delayed for a while. Yun Qian hurriedly took a sip of hot water and continued shooting.

Finally, before Yun Qian's voice was almost hoarse from shouting, the scene was finally over.

Ye Yang came over and handed Yun Qian a glass of hot water, "It's good this time. Thank you for your hard work. There will be no chance next. Go back and take a rest."

The heavy rain had washed away Yun Qian's makeup, revealing lips that were slightly purple from the cold and a pale face.

The costume on her body became extremely heavy due to absorbing enough rainwater. Yun Qian reluctantly pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "Okay, thank you, director."

Ye Yang couldn't bear to see Yun Qian like this, "When we get back to the hotel, turn on the heating and drink some ginger soup or something."

"it is good."

.........

Facts have proved that Yun Qian overestimated his physical fitness and underestimated the power of the bleak autumn wind and rain.

That night, Yun Qian developed a high fever after lying on the hotel bed for a few hours. She had no strength all over her body and her mind was in a blur.

Not long after staying here, things in the hotel were not very complete. Xiao Yang needed to go back to the apartment to help Yun Qian pack some things. He was not with Yun Qian at the moment.

After Yun Qian took a shower, she huddled under the quilt. She originally thought she could cover up the sweat, but she didn't expect her dizziness to get worse. She touched the mobile phone on the bedside table.

She opened WeChat, because the dizziness caused by the high fever made it difficult for her to read the words on the screen. Yun Qian clicked on a dialog box at the top and made a WeChat call based on the muscle memory formed by playing with mobile phones and making voice calls for many years.

The phone connected quickly. Yun Qian put the phone on the pillow next to her ear, feeling a little weak. The voice on the other end of the phone sounded vague.

"Xiao Yang, I feel a little uncomfortable. Can you bring me some medicine when you come back?"

"I seem to have a fever."

After saying these two sentences, Yun Qian fell asleep half-fainting, and the voice call on her cell phone never hung up.

I don't know when it was, but the rain outside had stopped, and the room was quiet.

Yun Qian sat up groggily, with a burning pain in her throat. She got out of bed and wanted to get a glass of water. When she walked to the table, the doorbell rang.

At this time, Xiao Yang should be back, but doesn’t Xiao Yang have her room card?

Yun Qian's brain was still too mushy to think about this problem. She put down her cup and went to open the door, her steps a little wandering.

"Xiao Yang, don't you have..."

Xiao Yang was not taller than Yun Qian, but a few centimeters shorter than Yun Qian, so Yun Qian looked at Xiao Yang at eye level, but it was different this time. What she saw was the visitor's chest.

Yun Qian looked up blankly and met a pair of breathtaking black eyes.

Chi Yi was wearing a mask, his black jacket was zipped to the top, his hat was in his hand, his black hair was messy in front of his forehead, and he was holding a white plastic bag in his other hand. He looked dusty.

"Chi...Yi?" Yun Qian raised his hand and touched his forehead, trying to confirm whether it was an hallucination caused by his fever.

Chi Yi gently held Yun Qian's wrist. The temperature of his palm was a little low, which just right relieved the heat on Yun Qian's body.

"it's me."