I hate seeing the facade

This scene is a water fight scene.

Fang Yiran didn’t lie, he was really afraid of such things as Wia, mainly because the nature of this thing is not the same as sightseeing by cable car, you need to act while overcoming fear, facial expressions and body proportions All need to be handled properly, and only in the later stage can we make a neat and decisive, pleasing fight scene.

Fang Yiran was wrapped in his coat, staring at the sparkling lake in a daze.

This depth should not drown people.

Fang Yiran thought hesitantly, but now it is late autumn, this water, it seems to be a little bit cold...

Yu Rong just finished his makeup and came out wrapped in a coat.

He stood at the same spot and looked around blankly, and finally, holding the sword, he walked slowly away beside Fang Yiran.

Fang Yiran was a little surprised.

He thought that Yu Rong had something to tell him, but the child didn't speak, just stood by the lake bank, kicking the round stones under his feet,

Fang Yiran:?

When he looked back suspiciously, he saw behind him the staff of the film crew, who were holding up the camera to the two of them, and it seemed that they were recording sideshows.

Fang Yiran suddenly understood.

Yes, the co-author was forced to come here.

Fang Yiran was clear in his heart, if he didn't open his mouth, this tidbit was destined to be silent from beginning to end, a silent film.

So he thought about it, and said melancholy: "I have eaten a little too much recently, and I have gained two catties. Will Wia be unable to hang on for a while?"

Yu Rong: "...No."

Fang Yiran looked at the lake with increasingly melancholy eyes.

Ten minutes later, Fang Yiran held the sword in his arms and was thrown in the air, wanting to cry but not crying.

There is the howling cold wind in the ears, and the unfathomable lake water under the feet.

Fang Yiran regretted it: he regretted that he didn't spend more time with Li Leilei yesterday, and even took one more look at his beloved old mother.

On the other hand, Yu Rong, who was dressed in fluttering white, was in a much more relaxed state than the child. His limbs stretched out, his eyes were slightly bright, and he was clearly in high spirits.

When the filming actually started, Fang Yiran's soul had already floated out of his body, and he just waved the sword in his hand numbly and mechanically.

Fear made him completely lose the concept of the passage of time. When the director called the card, Fang Yiran felt in a daze that he hadn't actually been hung for a long time.

When it landed, Fang Yiran's tears were about to flow into the lake.

He is delighted, he is happy, and he can't wait to run three times around the lake to deeply feel the stability and steadiness of the land father-in-law.

Yu Rong came down later than him.

Fang Yiran, who was relieved of the coercion, only felt that he was as light as a swallow. He stood on the ground, looked up and saw the boy slowly falling with his sword in his hand.

Yu Rong's snow-white cuffs and hem fluttered in the wind, and his figure was light and graceful, like a fluttering butterfly.

Then the butterfly landed gently on the ground.

Then the butterfly tripped over the uneven stones on the soles of its feet.

Then the butterfly slid back unsteadily——

Fang Yiran stared blankly at Yu Rong's back. There was a lake, very shallow.

But it was also a very cool lake.

Yu Rong fell backwards unsteadily.

However, his expression was still calm and composed, he just frowned slightly, secretly rejoicing that he still had the unrelenting Wia on his body, so there shouldn't be any accidents.

Of course, the premise is that no one rushes forward to push himself away.

Fang Yiran didn't know what he was thinking.

He just subconsciously rushed up and grabbed Yu Rong's arm, borrowed his strength and half-hugged him into his arms, and then suddenly pushed him to the shore far away from the lake.

He watched Yu Rong stagger, managed to stabilize his figure on the gravel ground, and turned to look at himself in surprise.

Fang Yiran smiled serenely.

In the next second, he himself completely lost his balance, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he sat down directly into the icy cold lake behind him.

Fang Yiran sat in the car, shivering, wrapped in the blanket given by his assistant Xiao Liang, holding the steaming ginger tea, sniffing, feeling the chill that was about to be quenched into the bone marrow.

He turned his head, just in time to meet Yu Rong's probing gaze.

Yu Rong was caught peeping, but his expression remained calm.

He and Fang Yiran looked at each other for five seconds, then turned their heads nonchalantly.

Although Fang Yiran didn't have any evidence, he always felt that Yu Rong must be holding back his laughter.

Fang Yiran was very angry.

He was about to ask something, but suddenly his nose became sore, his body stiffened, and he sneezed.

Yu Rong silently looked down at the phone.

He read word by word: "Sister Lan just said that I want you to take a hot bath, drink a bag of anti-cold medicine, and take away all the cold drinks in your refrigerator."

Fang Yi said angrily, "I don't even look at who I suffered all this crime for."

Yu Rong choked up.

"Actually, there is coercion hanging on me."

He whispered, "According to the situation at that time, it should not fall into the water."

"Shouldn't fall into the water."

Fang Yiran repeated Yu Rong's words angrily, and sneered, "So if I fall into it, it's okay for me to have rough skin and thick flesh, but your thin bones won't be broken?"

Yu Rong slowly put down the phone and lowered his eyes.

Fang Yiran opened his mouth, and began to regret his tone of speaking too aggressively.

He stared listlessly at the scenery outside the window, and wrapped himself up a little bit, feeling that he was not quite right with the cold now—he tried hard to close his jaw, but the roots of his teeth were still trembling uncontrollably.

Fang Yiran was organizing his words and thinking about how to comfort the child when Yu Rong, who had been silent for a long time beside him, suddenly grabbed his hand.

Fang Yiran almost knocked over the ginger tea in his hand, and jumped up in the narrow carriage.

He looked at Yu Rong in surprise.

However, Yu Rong didn't look at him.

He frowned, squeezed Fang Yiran's hand, as if he was sensing something.After a while, he let go of his hand again, turned a corner and touched Fang Yiran's forehead.

Fang Yiran:! ! !

Yu Rong's palm was cold.

Fang Yiran squinted his eyes and sighed silently. He only felt the soft and comfortable touch of his forehead, and for a moment he even hoped that this hand could stay a little longer.

"Congratulations." Yu Rong said coolly, "I don't need to drink cold medicine for a while."

Fang Yiran's mind didn't turn the corner for a moment: "... what?"

Yu Rong put down his hand in pity: "You have caught a cold."

The author says:

Fang Yiran (joyful): New Year’s Eve removes troubles, wishing you a happy smile; New Year’s Eve removes fatigue, may you have no worries; New Year’s Eve removes stress, brings good luck every day; .On New Year's Eve, may your mood surpass honey, and happiness is boundless!Yu Rong: .... Happy New Year's Eve.