The best actor is on the line with a large [Transmigration Book]

Jiang Huai had just climbed to the top of the mountain, and the stars at night were showing the whole picture from the towering trees. He was wrapped in a military coat and sat on the stone, with a radius of several miles, only here there was a signal.

He turned off the flashlight in his hand, and the mountains on the opposite side showed the outline of the majestic under the starlight. He turned on the network and waited for a few minutes habitually. After a while, the push notifications popped up one after another.

He looked up at the starry sky above his head and opened WeChat. Messages from Tang Wanqing, Chen Fang, Anan, and Chen Xiang popped up one after another. Most of them were job invitations, which were not important to him at the time. Afterwards, various groups that closed reminders Chatting, waiting for a while, there is no Xingjue.

He put the phone back into the bag, quietly looked at the silent valley in front of him, and couldn't tell what he felt.

A little angry, but I don't know who to be angry with.

"Ding dong——" another WeChat notification sound popped up on the phone. He took it out of the phone nonchalantly, and his originally indifferent pupils were startled suddenly. Xing Jue sent him a voice message through his friend application.

He licked his lips calmly, and slowly opened, Xing Jue's gentle voice mixed with a trace of noisy ambient sound flowed in the silent forest, "I'll let you go to the future you want, okay? "

Jiang Huai couldn't help but find it funny.

His slender fingers pressed down on the bottom of the screen, and the faint light shone on the sharp-edged nose bridge and eyebrows. The corners of his lips slightly raised: "Aren't I in the future I want now?"

In a future where there is no Xing Jue and no dog-blood entanglements.

Xing Jue listened to his voice at the awards ceremony and watched the surrounding lights dimming little by little. The suit on Xing Jue's body was covered with silver threads, which seemed to be shining like stars in the darkness. He crossed his legs and leaned against the back of the chair, sideways The jaw was cold and indifferent, and the eyes were distant, setting off screams one after another at the scene.

Ning Chen turned his head to look at his crazy fans, and took the opportunity to secretly look at Xing Jue. The voice in the voice reply just now was Jiang Huai, right?

He and Jiang Huai... no way...

Feeling his gaze, Xing Jue lowered his eyes to look at him, and when they met each other, Ning Chen looked away.

No matter, it is his consistent way of survival, and he has heard about Xing Jue, the network of relationships behind Xing Jue is complicated, covering every corner of the industry.It's not as simple as being a top idol, there are not many people in the circle who can offend him and get away unscathed.

It's no wonder that Jiang Huai was able to receive such a famous theater movie.

Ning Chen has already determined that Xing Jue is Jiang Huai's benefactor, just now through the WeChat conversation.It was obvious that Jiang Huai's canary was disobedient, and Xing Jue was beating him.

He nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he was faintly excited.

Xing Jue looked at him suspiciously.

The awards ceremony ended quickly, Xing Jue won the award for Best Supporting Actor, hurriedly took a few photos backstage, posted them on Weibo, and left the scene.

Sister Zhan on Weibo took a lot of photos of him at the awards ceremony, and the agent clicked on them one by one, praising him again and again: "Mr. Xing, you look good-looking, no matter how you take pictures, you look good."

Unlike Chen Fang, who is not good at flattery, the new manager's rainbow farts always come out of his mouth.

Xing Jue never cared about it, he dragged his face and looked out the window: "You haven't had any schedule for the past few days, have you?"

"En." The manager flipped through the itinerary: "The last three days are vacations, and the crew won't have your play until the fourth day."

"Then book me a ticket to the border."

"Huh?" The manager was taken aback, "Aren't you going abroad for vacation?"

Xing Jue didn't want to answer, the assistant sitting in front pulled the manager's sleeve very discerningly, signaling him not to ask any more questions.

Xing Jue sent a message to Xiao Le: "Send me your and Jiang Huai's location."

Xiao Le did not reply for a long time.

Only then did he belatedly realize that Ning Chen had said that there was no signal, and he cursed sincerely: Damn.

At five o'clock in the morning, Ning Chen met Xing Jue, who was dragging a suitcase alone at Beicheng Airport and was packed tightly. Not to mention fans, even his parents would not necessarily recognize who he was.

Ning Chen's entourage didn't recognize him either, "Mr. Ning, your new assistant?"

Thinking of Xing Jue's entrustment, he nodded with difficulty: "That's right."

After arriving at the border airport, it took nearly five hours of driving to reach the mountain where they filmed.Then they dragged their luggage and walked for half an hour before reaching the village where they lived.

The village is very quiet, with only one light at the entrance. The surrounding houses are simple but clean. Everyone lives in different courtyards due to the division of duties. Xing Jue stood in the courtyard where the actors lived and saw a pair of shorts drying on the window sill on the left. After a pause: "Jiang Huai's house?"

Ning Chen couldn't help being startled, how did he know, wouldn't it just be with these pants?

He felt that it was true love that Xing Jue, as the patron, could do this for a canary like Jiang Huai.But with Jiang Huai's stubborn attitude, can he be willing to be a canary?

He couldn't make up that picture.

But he didn't want to meddle in other people's business, so as not to implicate him in conflicts in the future.

"Mr. Xing, you promised me that you would not tell anyone that I brought you here. You must keep your word."

"En." Xing Jue sat on the suitcase standing upright, waiting for Jiang Huai to come back at the door of the house.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the people in the crew had to finish work one after another.But Jiang Huai's voice was not seen in the figure for a long time, he called the staff passing by the door: "Excuse me, is Jiang Huai's filming finished?"

"It's over, but he won't be back until a while."

"Why?" Xing Jue asked.

"There is no signal here, only the top of the mountain, so he has to go to the top of the mountain to stay for a while every day."

So?

Whose news are you waiting for at the top of the mountain every day?

"Thank you." Xing Jue pulled up the scarf on his face again.

"who are you?"

Xing Jue didn't answer, and the staff didn't ask any more questions, and turned to leave.

After waiting for a while, I saw Xiao Le and Jiang Huai, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, slowly coming from the entrance of the village. Under the dim light, the man was tall and long-legged, and he was particularly eye-catching no matter where he was.

Xing Jue took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and waited for him to approach.

Jiang Huai pushed open the courtyard door, looked at the threshold under his feet absent-mindedly, looked up and saw the person sitting at the door, his footsteps stopped abruptly, and Xiao Le behind him was caught off guard against his back, clutching his sore nose: "Huai Brother, what are you doing?"

When he poked his head, he also saw Xing Jue, and immediately jumped up happily: "Ah, brother, you are finally here, you don't know that brother Huai goes to the top of the mountain every day..."

Jiang Huai covered Xiao Le's face with his elbow, swept him behind him, stopped him from continuing, and then strode towards Xing Jue: "It came slower than I imagined."

Xing Jue smiled and said nothing, but he was so arrogant, he decided that he couldn't let him go.

Jiang Huai didn't care about his attitude, and hugged him with one hand, Xing Jue was startled.But he quickly calmed down, and naturally put his arms around his neck, with his legs leaning against his waist, without any intention of avoiding suspicion.

Jiang Huai held him in one hand and the suitcase in the other, and walked through the narrow corridor into his room.

Xing Jue lay on his shoulder, the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of citrus.

Jiang Huai put down his luggage, sat Xing Jue on the side of the bed, and squatted down: "Have you eaten yet?"

The same kindness and gentleness as before.

Xing Jue's lips hidden under the scarf couldn't help but sneer, "No."

"What do you want to eat?" Jiang Huai looked at him sideways, "Brother will make it for you."

Xing Jue clenched his fists tightly and said with a smile, "Okay, brother, let me eat."

Jiang Huai smiled, reached out and rubbed his hair, and then covered the back of his cold hands, "I'll get you clothes, it's cold here at night."

Jiang Huai found a cotton jacket from the closet and put it on Xing Jue's shoulders. Xing Jue didn't respond. Jiang Huai laughed dumbfounded, and picked up Xing Jue's wrist in a very good-tempered manner, "Raise your hand."

Like coaxing a child, he helped Xing Jue get dressed, and then used his own cup to fetch a cup of hot water for Xing Jue, "I'll cook for you."

When Jiang Huai closed the door and walked out, Xing Jue hit the bed with his fist, every time!Every time he was driving him crazy, Jiang Huai would coax him in this way, creating an illusion that he was his lover.

enough.

He opened the suitcase, with a layer of paranoid madness in his indifferent eyes, and slowly took out the pocket hidden under his clothes. He wanted to tell Jiang Huai that he was not only difficult to coax, but also very difficult to mess with.

It's not a toy that Jiang Huai said in a few words, wanted it if he wanted it, and didn't want it if he didn't want it.

When Jiang Huai returned to the room with the cooked dishes, Xing Jue had already fallen asleep lying on his side on the bed with his clothes on, his feet were outside, and he didn't even take off his shoes.

Jiang Huai smiled helplessly, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he leaned over to stroke the hair in front of him: "Get up, eat before going to sleep."

Xing Jue didn't speak, and covered his face with the hat on his jacket, "I'm sleepy."

"Get up first if you're sleepy." Jiang Huai removed the hat from his face, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

Xing Jue couldn't help but gripped the sheets under his hands, showing a sleepy expression, got up and walked to the small dining table by the wall. I have to say that Jiang Huai's cooking is really delicious.

Jiang Huai sat on the small stool next to him, watched him obediently swallow every grain of rice, rubbed his hair lightly, and then took a sip of water from the water glass.

Xing Jue put down his chopsticks calmly, "Jiang Huai, do you miss me?"

Jiang Huai smiled habitually, squinted his eyes, and hid his emotions: "Yes."

Like real, but not real.

This man will never be honest with him.

Xing Jue continued to eat: "That's great, me too."

The room was very quiet, except for the occasional two barks of dogs coming from outside the window, there was no sound at all. Jiang Huai was in a trance for a moment. He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, but his drowsy brain did not improve. Getting farther and farther away, the body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Xing Jue looked down at him expressionlessly.

Jiang Huai closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, everything was quiet and pitch black.But it is still his room that can distinguish the vague outline from the dim light.

He was sitting on the floor with his back against the edge of the bed, and his hands were being tied behind him. The person who tied him knelt in front of him, leaned over to him, and wrapped tape around his wrists round and round, soft Hair swept across his face from time to time, Jiang Huai laughed dumbly: "Xing Jue."