My dragon

As soon as we got back to the room, the heavy rain stopped, and there was a rainbow hanging in the sky.

Philadelphia was almost drenched and took off his clothes directly to take a shower.

Nan Huailin couldn't find Philadelphia's luggage, so he found the loosest fit from the closet and put it on for Philadelphia when he came out of the shower.

He put the clothes in a prominent place at the end of the bed, where Philadelphia could see them as soon as he came out of the bathroom.

Turning around and walking out of the bedroom, the phone rang suddenly.

He changed the ringtone long ago, and replaced it with a piece of pure music with a cheerful rhythm.

"Hello, Miss Zhu." Nan Huailin opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of mineral water.

"Have you returned to the hotel?" Man Tianzhu asked.

"I just came back," Nan Huailin said, "what's the matter?"

Man Tianzhu said: "Aren't you free today, so I sorted out the photos I took in the past two months, and I want you to see them."

"Then come here," Nan Huailin said, "I'm right in the room."

After hanging up the phone, Nan Huailin unscrewed the bottle cap, took a few sips of ice water, and was about to sit down when the doorbell rang.

It came really fast.

He went to open the door, and Man Tianzhu came in with a laptop in his hands.

"I made a major discovery," Man Tianzhu said as he walked in, "After you see it, you will know how amazing it is."

Nan Huailin followed her and sat on the sofa side by side.

Man Tianzhu put the laptop on the table and clicked on the folder on the computer desktop: "I put together the daily photos of the past two months, all of which are original pictures, and then sorted them by date. Now we start from the beginning. Watch it to the end." She checked the pictures in slideshow mode, "It's time to witness the miracle."

Nan Huailin was really a little apprehensive, staring at the computer screen intently.

The photos flashed one by one, and his face changed little by little.

Even the most familiar people around him—such as Man Tianzhu and Nan Huailin may not be able to tell the difference between her face today and yesterday’s face, let alone his own face that can only be seen when looking in the mirror. It is even more difficult to detect any changes from day to day.

But now, dozens of photos show this accumulated change process in the most intuitive way. The more Nan Huailin looks at it, the more frightened he becomes. He can almost conclude that there must be some kind of problem with his body, otherwise he How could my face have changed so much in just two months?This is so unscientific.

After 2 minutes, the screen freezes on the photo taken before makeup this morning.

Nan Huailin stared intently at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, and after a while, he turned to Man Tianzhu: "Miss Zhu, what's going on?"

"This is the real version of an ugly duckling turning into a swan." Man Tianzhu looked at him with bright eyes, both admiring and envious, "If you want me to tell me exactly what's different about your face, I really can't tell. The shape of the face doesn't seem to have changed, but the overall feeling is obviously different."

"Miss Zhu," Nan Huailin was suddenly frightened, "I'm not going to die, am I?"

"Where is this going? What are you thinking about?" Man Tianzhu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I think you've grown up all of a sudden, God finally rewarded you with food, you should be happy, don't scare yourself, ah."

A voice from Philadelphia suddenly came from the bedroom: "I can't wear these shorts! Find me another pair!"

Man Tianzhu stared at Nan Huailin with wide eyes: "Who...who is it?"

Before Nan Huailin could answer, the bedroom door opened, and Philadelphia came out wearing Nan Huailin's vest and Nan Huailin's underwear. Seeing Man Tianzhu, he stood there for two seconds, then returned to the bedroom and closed the door. Door.

Man Tianzhu was so startled that his mouth opened into an O shape, and he could almost swallow an egg.

"Oh my god... what's going on here?" She lowered her voice, "You and Mr. Fei...you two..."

"It's not what you think," Nan Huailin explained, "Boss Fei came to visit Shen Chong's class, and the hotel has no rooms, so he stayed here with me."

Emmm... Man Tianzhu felt that there was a problem with the logic of this sentence. Before she could ask again, Nan Huailin got up and went to the bedroom: "I'll help him find clothes, you sit down for a while."

As soon as Nan Huailin entered the bedroom, Man Tianzhu fled with his notebook in his arms.

Regardless of whether these two people have the kind of relationship she imagined, it is too inappropriate for her to stay here.

"Is the waistband too narrow?" Nan Huailin asked.

"Well, you can't even lift it." Philadelphia said, "Why is your waist so thin?"

"It's not that I have a thin waist, it's that my frame is smaller than yours." He found a pair of shorts with an elastic band and handed them to Philadelphia. "If you can't fit these shorts, you can only run naked."

"I don't go out anyway, I don't mind running around naked, do you mind?" Philadelphia asked with a smirk.

"Don't be poor," Nan Huailin said, "Quickly try to see if you can wear it."

Philadelphia reluctantly put on the shorts, because they are a bit tight, and the crotch is very bulging, which is particularly eye-catching.

"It's okay, at least I can put it on." Nan Huailin suppressed a smile, turned and walked to the bathroom, "Go to the living room and stay, I'll wash your wet clothes."

"It's so boring to be alone," Philadelphia followed him, "I'll wash with you."

Nan Huailin stood in front of the sink to wash his clothes, while Fei Cheng sat on the edge of the bathtub with his arms propped up and looked at him.

Nan Huailin felt that he was about to be stared at by Philadelphia, but he pretended to be okay, and while doing laundry, he looked for something to talk to Philadelphia.

"How have you been eating for the past two months?" Nan Huailin asked casually.

"Let's make do with it," Philly said. "Do you think I'm skinny?"

Nan Huailin turned his head to look at him: "It seems to be a little thinner."

Philadelphia smiled and said, "When you return to Beijing, you have to make up for it."

"Okay," Nan Huailin smiled, "every day I will serve you with big fish and meat, and feed you into a big fat man of two hundred catties."

"You can give it a try." Philadelphia paused, "You've lost weight too, did filming work too hard?"

"I hope to work so hard 360 days a year," Nan Huailin said with a smile, "It's worth it no matter how hard it is to be able to do what you like."

After a brief moment of silence, Philly said, "I'll let you keep doing what you love."

This sentence is too lethal to Nan Huailin, it can move his heart more than a thousand "I like you".

He felt like a small soldier defending the city. Philadelphia led thousands of troops to attack the city, and the city would fall in minutes.

He began to recite incantations silently to resist: "Philadelphia is Fei Zheng's younger brother, Philadelphia is Fei Zheng's younger brother, Philadelphia is Fei Zheng's younger brother..."

Suddenly a familiar bell rang outside.

It's Philadelphia's cell phone.

Philadelphia got up and went out to answer the phone, said a few words before hanging up.

"Shen Chong asked me to go out for a drink at night." He leaned on the door frame, looking at Nan Huailin's back, "Will you go with me?"

"As long as I drink three cups, I still don't want to join in the fun," Nan Huailin said, "And I have several scenes tomorrow, so I have to hurry up and recite the lines."

"Alright then." Philadelphia was a little disappointed.

Nan Huailin wrung out the washed clothes and hung them on the balcony. The rising sun was still hot after the rain, so he could definitely dry the clothes before going down the mountain.

Nan Huailin returned to the bedroom, where Philadelphia was sitting on the bed playing with his mobile phone.

I have to find something to do, Nan Huailin thought, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for the two of them to stay like this.

"What are you doing?" Nan Huailin sat beside him very naturally.

"Nothing." Philadelphia locked the phone and looked up at him.

Nan Huailin said: "If you're okay, you can check your lines with me."

"Okay." Philadelphia readily agreed.

The two sat on the bed facing each other, Fei Cheng recited the lines while Nan Huailin recited them directly.

He corrected the entire page of lines completely, and Nan Huailin didn't recite a single word wrong.

"I'll go, how did you memorize such a mouthful of lines?" Philadelphia looked at him in surprise, "Let me recite it like crazy."

"I used to just memorize my lines," Nan Huailin said. "I don't know what happened recently. My memory is getting worse and worse. It takes me a long time to memorize a certain line."

"Did you stay up all night?" Philly asked.

"It's possible," Nan Huailin said, "Recently there have been a lot of night scenes, and I feel a little weak."

"Do you want me to make up for you?" Philadelphia said with a smile.

Nan Huailin instinctively felt that his smile was a little bit weak, and asked vigilantly, "How to mend it?"

"Wait!" Philadelphia jumped out of bed and walked out, "Don't follow!"

What are you doing?

Nan Huailin waited while reading the script. After waiting for 10 minutes, Philadelphia still hadn't come back. He was about to go out to have a look, but Philadelphia came back with a cup.

"Drink this." Philly handed him the white porcelain cup.

"What?" Nan Huailin took it over, looked at it and smelled it, "yogurt?"

Philadelphia nodded: "Special yogurt, tonic."

Nan Huailin looked at him suspiciously: "What did you add to it?"

"Oh, don't ask so many questions, can I still put poison in it?" Philadelphia supported the back of his head with one hand, and forced the cup to his mouth with the other, "Good boy, open your mouth."

Nan Huailin drank half a cup of yogurt in one gulp while his head was held down by him. Philadelphia wiped off the milk stains on his lips with his thumb, and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

"Just the taste of yogurt, nothing special." He squinted at Philadelphia, "I always feel like you made me drink something strange."

Philly rubbed his hair dotingly, and walked out with the cup: "Anyway, it's a good thing that others can't drink."

Nan Huailin stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, but he still only tasted the taste of yogurt.

What the hell did this guy make me drink?

Mysterious, there must be a ghost.

Dinner is eaten at the hotel restaurant.

After dinner, Fei Cheng went back to his room to change his clothes, and went out to drink with Shen Chong.

He had already memorized the lines fluently, Nan Huailin had nothing to do, so he just nestled on the sofa with his laptop and watched a movie.

It's a horror movie, it's been out for a long time, and he hasn't had time to watch it since he downloaded it.

Nan Huailin likes to watch any type of movie, but he is not sensitive to horror movies—whether it is ghost or bloody, but he will occasionally look for a horror movie to watch, looking for excitement, to relieve stress force is particularly effective.

But this movie called "Kun Chi Yan" was a bit too exciting. Nan Huailin was so frightened that his scalp was numb and his hands and feet were cold. After watching half of it, he couldn't take it anymore, so he climbed onto the bed and fell asleep under the quilt.

When he was trembling and about to fall asleep, he was startled by the sudden ringing of the doorbell, and his heart almost jumped out.

Nan Huailin trotted to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a tall and straight body suddenly pressed towards him, and Nan Huailin was almost fainted by the smell of alcohol.

Shen Chong leaned next to him, he was very drunk at first sight, he said with his tongue out, "He's drunk too much, I'll leave it to you to take care of him, I'm going to sleep, sleep, sleep..."

He waved his hand and went to the opposite door, the rickety road was even unsteady.

Nan Huailin didn't expect him to help, and dragged the drunk Philadelphia into the house.

The whole body of Philadelphia was hanging on him, and Nan Huailin could barely walk under the pressure. He dragged him into the bedroom and carefully put him on the bed to lie down.

Nan Huailin wanted to straighten up, but Fei Cheng hugged him around his neck and held him in front of his chest. Nan Huailin had no choice but to forcefully remove his broken hand, and when he turned his face, he met a pair of black eyes.

"You..." Just as Nan Huailin said a word, Fei Cheng suddenly turned over and firmly pressed him under him.