The actor and his Mr. Fu

Xu Bai saw Mr. Beihai among the countless crowds running for the alarm.At this time, he was still young, with a face exactly like that of Mr. Fu, wearing a plain gray-blue gown, holding a pile of books, running out of breath like most students.

Planes bombed the city, and they fled for their lives in the countryside.

Xu Bai scanned everyone's expressions, touched their deep eyes, and heard the endless bombing sound, his scalp became numb.

Everything in front of him was something he had never imagined.

The sound of the bombing kept amplifying in Xu Bai's ears. Even though he was outside the city, Xu Bai still felt a sense of urgency, as if death followed.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the city to have a look." After finishing speaking, Shang Si put Xu Bai's shoulders on his shoulders again, and took him to the city in an instant.

Xu Bai was a little reluctant to recall the memory after that.In short, when he was taken away from the book by Shang Si, cold sweat oozes from his back.When his wide eyes finally closed slowly, a soreness almost made him cry.

The smoke and dust from the bombing, and the face of the young man hiding in the soil cave in the outskirts and still not forgetting to write poems, alternately appeared in his mind all the time, making him feel mixed.

At this time, Lu Zhifei handed over a cup of warm tea.

Xu Bai was taken aback for a moment, then took a sip.After feeling the warmth that goes straight into my heart, I seem to have returned to the real world.

"Thank you." Xu Bai thanked, and then he took his leave and left - he needed to go back and sort out his mood so that he could prepare for tomorrow.

Back home and lying on the bed, Xu Bai handed the gourd baby to the general and creeper to take care of, and locked himself in the study.Turning on the phone, Mr. Fu still didn't reply to him, so he thanked him directly, and then put the phone in the drawer.

For a whole night, Xu Bai didn't come out of the study.When Jiang Sheng didn't see him on the set the next day and came to look for him next door, there was no movement in the study.

The ivy brother quickly opened the door for Jiang Sheng, and Jiang Sheng hurried in, only to see that the room was in a mess.Countless books fell scatteredly on the ground, while Xu Bai sat alone in front of the bookshelf.He looked decadent, with drooping head, disheveled hair, bare feet, and clothes that looked like they hadn't been changed yesterday.

He still held a pen in his hand, and beside him were countless manuscript papers.Some of those manuscript papers were blank, some were filled with words, and some were full of lines, all in disorder.

"Brother Xu!" Jiang Sheng was frightened to death and worried to death, so he rushed over to help Xu Bai up.But as soon as he moved, Xu Bai suddenly raised his head and stopped drinking, "Don't move!"

Jiang Sheng froze immediately, maintaining the posture of raising his feet, not daring to move.

Xu Bai's complexion looked very bad, his eyes were black and blue, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked haggard.But his eyes were bright, like a sailor who finally saw a lighthouse in the boundless sea.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions a little, then stood up, and said in a relatively gentle tone: "Don't move these things, I will tidy them up when I come back from filming."

"Yeah!" Jiang Sheng nodded quickly, and then asked hesitantly, "Brother Xu... can I, can I move?"

Seeing his golden rooster's independent posture, Xu Bai held his forehead, "Move, I'll do it again and again, go back to the set."

When Zhu Ziyi recruited him an assistant, did he miss the IQ?

The two rushed to the set. Originally, Jiang Sheng asked Xu Bai if he wanted to eat and wash his face, but Xu Bai refused.The more you eat, the hungrier you get, and the more decadent your image, the better, and you don't have to get so many fans, right?

Besides, they were already late.

"Director Yao! Sorry, I'm late." Xu Bai strode over and smiled apologetically.

Yao Zhang looked him up and down, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.He didn't know why Xu Bai made himself like this overnight, but it was a good thing for him, so he hurriedly asked Sister Mo to help Xu Bai make the final touches on his makeup. A good state is rare.

Xu Bai was not in a hurry to put on makeup, but handed Yao Zhang the stack of manuscript paper he brought out from the study, and explained in a low voice.

Yao Zhang frowned at first, but the more he listened to it, the more he found it interesting. The two gradually discussed it, and after half an hour, they finally reached a conclusion.

They want to change the script a little bit, strictly speaking, it is to change the expression form of the hero's torment and struggle.

In the original plot, after the initial outburst, Xu Bai just sat in a messy study room, falling into self-struggle.But Xu Bai thought and struggled all night last night, and finally figured out a better way.

Although Shen Qingshu was born in the chaotic rocks, he was a scholar with faith.But he is young after all, after suffering such a blow, it is very difficult to completely transform in such a short time of one night, and finally to the end.

Xu Bai saw two characters in one of Fu Xitang's collections - Shendu.

A person, no matter how determined his mind is, is most likely to think wrong when he is alone, and it is easy to go crazy.Therefore, Shen Qingshu needed a piece of driftwood and a bright light to pull him at the critical moment and point him in the right direction.

When thinking like this, what appeared in Xu Bai's mind was Mr. Beihai's radiant face when he mentioned his wonderful ideas.

So, when the filming officially started, Xu Bai changed his posture from sitting withered to kneeling.

Yao Zhang stared intently at Xu Bai on the screen of the machine, no, it should be said to be Shen Qingshu now.He knelt and sat in a messy study room, his shoulders slumped, and he seemed to be immersed in great pain and struggle, unable to extricate himself.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, he moved.

Like a traveler in the desert who suddenly saw a spring, he rushed to the pen dropped by the desk, clutching it tightly, his eyes reddened.Panting slightly, he searched around blankly, and finally saw scattered pure white manuscript paper in a corner of the study.

He stood up and staggered towards the manuscript paper, grabbed the manuscript paper, and began to write.

Keep writing, keep writing, hasty and restless, as if in the next second he will lose the pen and paper in his hand, including all his beliefs and persistence.

He wrote out all the poems in his heart, stroke by stroke, using the ink-colored words to express his anxiety and express his helplessness.

He wrote many meaningless words.

Draw a lot of messy lines.

Tears fell from his eyes, wet his manuscript paper, and smeared the ink.He gripped the paper tightly, gritted his teeth, and with a "shua--", the tip of the pen passed through the paper, drawing a long black line.

Lines are high-spirited.

The night wind blew from the window, blowing the manuscript paper all over the floor, and it was blowing up one after another.

"Okay!" Yao Zhang stood up excitedly, he didn't even use the Langya list he prepared, "Just follow this feeling, and take some more shots! Get moving quickly!"

Hearing this, Xu Bai didn't move.He was still immersed in the emotions just now, and he couldn't get out of it for a while.

Yao Zhang struck while the iron was hot, and took a few more shots, and asked Xu Bai to shoot some areas that he thought could be improved.A group of people tossed and tossed for a long time, and finally passed the most difficult scene.

Yao Zhang was very happy, and with a wave of his hand, he announced that Xu Bai could finish work early today.

Jiang Sheng sent Xu Bai back to the next door. Seeing that Xu Bai seemed to be still immersed in the play, he rushed to the TV and broadcast it to the agricultural channel.

He believed that after feeling the joy of the farmer's uncle's harvest, Xu Bai would recover naturally.

But Jiang Sheng, who was standing in front of the TV, suddenly felt something was wrong, and that suffocating coercion emerged from every corner of the small building, giving people a sense of familiarity.

He hurriedly turned his head, and saw Fu Xitang, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, walking down the stairs slowly.

"Big, big boss?!" Jiang Sheng exclaimed.

Xu Bai was in a trance, when he heard the words and looked up, he met Fu Xitang's eyes.

Looking at Xu Bai's state at this time, Fu Xitang frowned slightly.

But Xu Bai misunderstood what he meant. Thinking of the mess in the study, he quickly stood up and said embarrassingly, "Has Mr. Fu been to the study? That... I originally wanted to clean it up after I came back from filming. I didn't expect you to come back all of a sudden."

The joy of seeing Mr. Fu dilutes the sadness that lingers in Xu Bai's heart and refuses to let go. In just a short moment, he walked out of the play.

Sensing his change, Fu Xitang responded lightly and said, "It's okay, Ah Yan is cleaning up."

But how could Xu Bai sit there with peace of mind and be an uncle, so he took the initiative to go upstairs and said, "Then I'll help."

Xu Bai thought very simply, he thought that he liked Mr. Fu, so he couldn't leave a bad impression on him.Mr. Fu is a book lover, he made such a mess in his study room, he should not ignore it out of reason.

But when he walked past Fu Xitang, Fu Xitang reached out and grabbed his arm, glanced at his messy hair, and said, "Tidying up the study is not a big deal, you go take a shower first, and prepare to eat."

The warmth from the palm through the thin shirt was in stark contrast to Fu Xitang's cold demeanor.Xu Bai couldn't help looking at Fu Xitang's knuckle fingers. It was obviously just a little physical contact, and his heart beat a little faster.

Oh my god, it's really bad for a virgin to talk about love - he calmly reflected on himself.

"Then I'll go up and take a shower first." Xu Bai showed his actor-level performance, and went upstairs calmly under Fu Xitang's gaze.Not in a hurry, with a tall and straight posture.

If you ignore his reddish earlobes, his performance is almost flawless.

Half an hour later, Xu Bai collected his thoughts and came downstairs in off-white home clothes. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Mr. Fu himself was in charge of cooking today.

He just came back, so hardworking.

Xu Bai leaned over, wearing a faint fragrance of shower gel, and asked, "Mr. Fu, is there anything I can do for you?"

Fu Xitang is rolling up his sleeves and cutting potato shreds. The knife is fast and accurate. The rhythm of "da da da da" seems to contain some special rhythm, which makes people fascinated.

Xu Bai never knew that someone could cut a vegetable so beautifully. The sharp knife, white and slender fingers complemented each other with the same size potato shreds.Looking up, today's Mr. Fu unbuttoned a button on his neckline, revealing his vague collarbone.

"Are you hungry?" Fu Xitang asked.

Xu Bai quickly regained his senses, rubbed his stomach and confessed honestly: "I'm hungry. Today's noon meal is not to my liking. It's green pepper eggs and chicken drumsticks again."

God knows that Xu Bai doesn't like green peppers at all, and he doesn't like fried eggs very much, and he doesn't even like chicken legs.

Suddenly, Xu Bai remembered that Mr. Fu once criticized him for being picky eaters in the comments, so he quickly shut up.

Fortunately, Fu Xitang didn't look back at him. He casually picked up a plate and filled it with shredded potatoes, then went to the pot to look at the soup he was cooking.When he opened the lid of the pot, the hot air rushed towards his face, and in an instant, his glasses were covered with a layer of white mist.

Fu Xitang paused, then turned around naturally, and said, "Come here, help me take off my glasses."

Xu Bai looked at him with a pot lid in one hand and a spoon in the other, trying desperately to convince himself that Mr. Fu just really didn't have time to spare.Thinking of this, he forced himself to move calmly in front of Fu Xitang, stretched out his hand to pinch the frame and slowly took off the glasses.

They are so close.

The glasses covered with white mist, like a gauze, covered them, but he gently took them off.Behind the lenses are Fu Xitang's cold moon-like pupils.

Four eyes facing each other.

crackling.

Fu Xitang yelled unwillingly as the oil was heating up——I'm hot!Come and fry me!