[Rebirth] Messiah of the Nightingale

The big boss spoke, and the group of heroes retreated immediately.The staff put down the props in their hands one after another, turned off the cameras, and quietly retreated outside the studio.

Director Luo was still a little unwilling, and said, "Mr. Tang, there are only five shots left."

His arm was held by someone, and he turned his head to meet the soft smile of Tang Yue's assistant, "Director Luo, please wait a moment."

Ouyang Fan walked a few steps with his arms around Luo Bin, half consoling and half forced, and handed him over to other subordinates to take him out.

Luo Yiping also mixed in the crowd, full of anxiety and helpless.

The people had almost left, but Tang Yue and Qi Yan still looked at each other, "You go out too."

Ouyang Fan was taken aback, slowly tightened his fingers, said yes respectfully, and then exited the studio door.

The empty space like a warehouse suddenly became quiet, the air conditioner was fully turned on, and it was a bit shady when there were few people.The four traction cables extended from the holster of the thigh, giving Qi Yan a vague illusion of being bound by a spider's web.

In the silence and cold, the sound of breathing gradually became rapid, as if returning to a dungeon, Qi Yan couldn't help but take a step back, and Tang Yue immediately grabbed his jaw.

The man's long and narrow eyes were like razor blades, which made his nerves tremble, and his cold voice pierced through the eardrum, "Why are you so afraid of me?"

Qi Yan wanted to escape, but his cheeks were pinched in pain, so he had to force a smile, and carefully pulled Tang Yue's wrist, "Just, just, I haven't seen a big man, I'm clumsy, I can't speak, I'm afraid I'll offend you."

Tang Yue snorted coldly, "It's only at this level to tell a lie, what kind of entertainment circle is it?"

Qi Yan was furious, and when he struggled to break free, Tang Yue suddenly let go of his hand, watching him stagger two steps with too much force, and was fixed by the traction rope again.

"Is it related to your fear of heights?"

Panting for breath, Qi Yan wiped off the cold sweat from the corner of his mouth fiercely, his whole body was stiff, that man has always had amazing insight, he almost forgot.

But how would he answer?Said it was because you would love me, love me and pamper me in the future, and use half of the world to praise me as a second-rate singer. Unfortunately, I didn't live up to it. I didn't seize the opportunity and didn't say it. Throw it down and die without a whole body?

Tang Yue smiled slightly, "So that's the case, although it's a bit baffling, but since it started because of me, I can't let it go."

Qi Yan stared at him nervously, "What are you doing?!"

Tang Yue ignored him, walked to the side of the stage, picked up the manipulator that the prop master put on the ground, and controlled the steel cable.

Qi Yan was dragged off the ground abruptly, feeling weightless and gripping his heart tightly with great fear, the air flow turned into the sound of wind and roared in his ears, and the blood in his whole body suddenly became cold.

At first glance, he seemed calm, but he was actually petrified.

Tang Yue raised one eyebrow and looked at it, "It's a good start, keep it up."

The steel rope plunged down again, and then pulled up quickly.

Qi Yan was bouncing up and down like a salmon tied to a thread, his blood was completely frozen, even his breathing was frozen, he almost thought he was dead again.

After repeating this several times, Qi Yan came back to his senses, and the scream echoed between the lamp stand and the cable, "Help... put me down!!"

"The more you fear something, the more you have to face it. Don't cry like a little girl in kindergarten."

"Let go of your x! Only you are not qualified to say that!" Qi Yan gripped the steel cable tightly, his nerves were about to collapse, and he cried and cursed at the same time.

Tang Yue pushed up the push rod, and the lifting speed suddenly accelerated, and the sound of the engine and the sound of the wheel winding became a bit harsh.

"Bastard Tang Yue! No matter how many times I die, I will come back and kill you! I will definitely kill you!"

Qi Yan roared until his voice became hoarse, his fingers were worn out by the wire rope, and the blood left between his fingers, staining the cuffs of his shirt red.

"If you can do it, you might as well try it." The man was still calm and composed, manipulating the equipment with an expression like a cat playing with a mouse.

I can't do it... Qi Yan's whole body convulsed in dizziness and fear, his stomach was so uncomfortable that he retched, and he vaguely thought that he would... die here.

As if there was a huge movement and commotion in the distance, his body slowly landed, and finally landed in a generous embrace.

Above the head is He Qianqiu Youruo's piercing eyes that can kill the cold wind.

He only retched and shivered, his whole body was cold, he just grabbed the man's well-tailored skirt with his bloody fingers, buried his face in his arms, and listened to his heartbeat.

It's different this time, Qi Yan thought, this time, he won't be abandoned again.

He Qianqiu came here after receiving a call from Luo Yiping.

Hearing Qi Yan's screams, Luo Yiping was so frightened that he had no choice but to call He Qianqiu, crying and saying, "Teacher He, help me, Xiao Yan is about to be tortured to death by Tang Yue!"

It is said that He Qianqiu was discussing the script with director Wei Haiguo at that time. Wei Haiguo has made dozens of movies in his life, and almost every one of them is a masterpiece, taking both artistry and word of mouth into account.Outstanding achievements have brought a transcendent status, coupled with the fact that he is old enough to be He Qianqiu's grandparents, and has been in retirement for the past few years, it is not easy for He Qianqiu to meet him.

As a result, Luo Yiping made a phone call, and the other party interrupted the meeting without hesitation and rushed over.

When Qi Yan was moved, he couldn't help being ashamed, and when he was ashamed, he couldn't help but resent Tang Yue.

He sat in the dressing room and drank water desperately, while teaching Luo Yiping to disturb Teacher He indiscriminately.

Luo Yiping shrunk his nose, but still couldn't help explaining, "You don't know how miserable you are screaming, the real version of torture, and shock therapy is not so shocking. Tang Yue started, except for Mr. He, who would dare to come up to stop him?" ?”

Qi Yanjunxiu frowned tightly. In the final analysis, he himself was not able to live up to expectations.Thinking of this, he patted Luo Yiping on the shoulder, "Sorry, thank you." Assistant Luo's work was recognized, and the previous depression disappeared immediately.

Someone knocked on the door outside the dressing room, and it was Xiao Zhang, the director's assistant, who came in, "Director Luo said, if it doesn't work, we can shoot another day."

Qi Yan put down the mineral water bottle and stood up, "Just a few shots, I'm fine."

He Qianqiu was in a hurry to leave, leaving only an assistant to watch, Tang Yue was not there, Qi Yan was much more relaxed, and re-tied the leather case.

Frankly speaking, although Tang Yue's move was ruthless, it was very effective.Qi Yan also felt that he was trembling, and he was not afraid after all the tossing.

The rest of the shots were shot quickly, and there was not even a single NG.

After removing the wire hanging equipment, Qi Yan's legs were a little weak when walking, and he kept supporting Luo Yiping's shoulders along the way.Luo Yiping thought he was afraid, so he carefully hugged him and got into the nanny car.

"Go to Teacher He's place." Qi Yan has become more and more handy in instructing people recently, "I'm going to thank him well. Also, buy me a box of erythromycin ointment on the way later, by the way, and a box of xx bakery Cheesecake."

Luo Yiping was stunned, "Isn't it better to use a special lubricant? Don't be shy, I heard that Vaseline is also fine."

Qi Yan was also stunned, and then furious, "What are you thinking about all day long? My thigh is worn out by the leather cover and I just need to apply medicine! This is a work-related injury, a work-related injury!"

Luo Yiping bowed his head with a guilty conscience, and was whipped silently, thinking that you would not go back to the dormitory if you were injured, but would run to someone else's house, no wonder it would make me think wrong.

Of course, I dare not say these things.

He Qianqiu was not at home, but Qi Yan had the password to his room, so he knew it well, so he went directly to the room and waited.

His hand was also injured, wrapped in gauze, and it was a bit difficult to move. He took off his jeans and sat on the sofa in the living room to apply medicine.The skin on the inner thighs was already tender, but after being hung up and down and tortured, the skin was torn and oozing blood.Before, he gritted his teeth in the studio and refused to expose himself. Now that the blood has dried, the jeans fabric sticks to his skin. When he takes it off, it feels like peeling off a layer of skin. The burning pain makes him grin his teeth.

He regretted it at this time, forgot to ask Luo Yiping to buy alcohol together, how to apply medicine without disinfection.

So with bare legs, he walked to the work area like a crab.He Qianqiu's living room is very spacious. Two non-load-bearing walls were demolished to open up the first floor, and only green plants and furniture were used to divide it into a rest area, reception area, and work area.

The Nordic red pine workbench in the work area is full of messy manuscript paper and materials. The bookshelf next to the workbench is connected to the roof, and the medical box is hidden among a pile of books.

Qi Yan climbed onto the step stool, took down the medical box, and a photo album fell to the ground with a clatter and spread out.

It's his picture.

It should be still in college, the young boy made him feel shy. During the intermission of the sports meeting, he put his arms around his classmates and smiled brightly at the camera.

Qi Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he knelt down carefully to pick up the photo album. Before he could be moved, he saw a strange boy in the photo next to him.

Not only that, but after turning a few more pages, there are dozens of photos in the album, each of which belongs to a different young man, both men and women, of about the same age.On the back of each photo is written the name of the school attended, age, and the time it was taken.

There was nothing special about his picture among a group of young men and women.

Presumably, some kind of writing material?

Unwilling to be reconciled, Qi Yan flipped through the photo album again, and suddenly found that his photo was a bit thick, and when he pulled it out, a small piece of paper the size of a postage stamp fell out.

It's a photoshoot he took when he was a kid...

Although I don't remember many things, let alone when I took this photo, at least I still have an impression of my face.This silly grinning kid is little Qi Yan, there will be no one else.

The photo stickers are quite old, but they are well preserved, and the outside is specially wrapped with film.

Qi Yan put the photo album back on the bookshelf, and suddenly smirked.

He is really easy to be satisfied now, just being a little bit different makes his heart as sweet as honey.

And then - too sweet is bitter.

Alcohol is really painful when applied to broken skin wounds.

When He Qianqiu came home, what he saw was the little singer who had taken the medicine to remove half his life, and was curled up in a towel on the carpet in the living room and fell asleep.

It was dark and the teapot was already freezing cold. The herbal tea tasted a bit bitter, but it was even more refreshing.

He Qianqiu bent down to pick up the young man, carefully carried him into the bedroom, and opened the towel to check.

The palms and thighs are covered with bruises, which should be painful.But the young man smiled in his sleep, as if he was very happy.

With soft eyes, He Qianqiu gently stroked his head.Qi Yan arched his palm like a cat, dreaming in a daze: "I can't eat anymore..."

Are you eating in your dreams?Why didn't he know that this kid was a foodie?

He Qianqiu resisted the urge to wake him up, turned and left the room.

When Qi Yan woke up, he found that he had been transferred in his dream.The point is, this is not a guest bedroom, but He Qianqiu's own bedroom.

He rolled on the large and soft bed, reluctantly got up, and then he still had business to do, so he couldn't be attached to the gentle place.

The lights were on in the work area, but He Qianqiu was still awake.He quietly entered the kitchen, made a cup of Earl Gray tea, took out a small bottle from the package, and poured the transparent liquid into it.

Then he took out the cheesecake bought during the day from the refrigerator, cut it up, arranged it on a plate extremely elegantly, and put it on a tray to send to He Qianqiu.

He Qianqiu looked up from the computer, picked up a bourbon-style porcelain teacup, and the aroma of bergamot and black tea wafted up, "Why don't you quit your job and be my housekeeper."

Qi Yan felt guilty and didn't dare to look at him. He lowered his head and muttered, "I'm overwhelmed. If Mr. He likes it, I'll make a few more pots for you."

The voice of Messiah 2.0 sounded thoughtfully in He Qianqiu's mind, "I said a few days ago he repeatedly asked, does that thing work for other people? Will it have any adverse effects? I'm so annoyed by the question." Yes, it turned out to be for you."

He Qianqiu: "...What is that thing?"

Messiah 2.0: "That thing is in your cup of tea."

He Qianqiu: "How should I tell him that all the props in the system are invalid for customer service."

Messiah 2.0: "Unfortunately, this is against the rules."

He Qianqiu: "So, what is it? I don't know the effect, so I can't pretend, right?"

Qi Yan stared at the teacup nervously, He Qianqiu had no choice but to raise the cup and take a sip.

The tone of Messiah 2.0 was very cheerful, "What is it? Teacher He knows everything, why don't you come and guess, if you guess right..."

"This month's system behavior assessment report has not yet been submitted."

"Ju, you actually threatened me!"

"You have three seconds, three, two..."

"Damn it, it's the tears of the Sleeping God!"

He Qianqiu finished his Earl Grey tea, Qi Yan helped him tidy up his desk as if nothing had happened, while waiting nervously.

He confirmed from the system that the Tears of the Sleeping God has the effect of helping sleep, and has no side effects on the body at all.And secretly experimented with Luo Yiping.Even so, attacking He Qianqiu still made him a little terrified.

After a while, He Qianqiu fell asleep in the leather chair, breathing slowly and slowly.

Qi Yan approached cautiously, called "Teacher He", and confirmed that he was soundly asleep, then gently took off his glasses and put them aside.

He Qianqiu's face was straight and magnificent, like a marble statue when he was sleeping, with a straight nose and graceful lips that fascinated people.

Qi Yan swallowed, held his breath and bent down, leaned closer and gently pressed his lips.

"Ding - the trigger condition is met, and the energy point increases by 0.2 points."

He Qianqiu moved his fingers, but he endured it and continued to pretend to be asleep. This kid has been tossing around for a long time just for this?