New year greeting

Song Xinyuan still didn't wait for Feng Deng's response. The message he sent seemed to fall into a dry well, and the sound was not heard for a long time.He flipped through the chat window over and over again, feeling a little regretful.

Feng Deng deliberately ignored him.

On Tuesday morning, Song Xinyuan handed over his mobile phone to Jia Yingjun and focused on his work. "Surgical Storm" has not yet officially started, and the actors are training these days.Director Kong Zhuo has strict requirements. He inspects the actors' lines and positions every day, and specially invites an acting teacher to correct everyone's micro-expressions or movements.The actors with many roles are almost all newcomers, and they get along fairly well, and there is no phenomenon of promotional marketing for the time being.

Song Xinyuan owns a masterpiece, which has become very popular recently. He is humble and low-key, and has been warmly welcomed by the crew, but Zhou Chong is especially targeting him.

During lunch, Zhou Chong came over with a lunch box and asked in front of other people: "Senior, how about the gift I gave you? I don't know what you like, so I bought those without authorization. I hope you will be happy when you receive it."

The location base of "Surgical Storm" is relatively small, only a place has been designated in a remote part of Xizhao County, and there is no rest room for the actors, most of them rest in the warehouse.The weather was hot, Song Xinyuan sat in the corner and couldn't eat, and seeing Zhou Chong was even more disgusting.

"Thank you, I like it very much." Song Xinyuan replied with a smile on his face.He woke up in the morning and heard that Zhou Chong had brought gifts for everyone, and the male protagonist was better at being a man than him.There were quite a few people around watching them, if he took Zhou Chong's face off, it might not end well.

Zhou Chong also understood this, and said without fear: "That's good, I was worried that the things were too dirty and caused troubles for you. I didn't expect senior to like them so much."

After Zhou Chong taunted Song Xinyuan, he walked to his RV.He is the only one in the entire crew who is equipped with a nanny car, and the treatment is better than that of the male lead.

Jia Yingjun looked at Zhou Chong's back and asked doubtfully, "What did he give you? Food? Play?"

"What to wear." There are those that are worn on the body, and those that are worn on the bottom of the body.Song Xinyuan twitched the corners of his mouth, unwilling to elaborate.

"Oh, he has cheated on the producer, and there are many monsters, you should pay attention and avoid dealing with him." Jia Yingjun looked at the calendar, "After June [-] starts, I need to go back to Changchuan City, and I don't have the energy to follow you , How about I hire you an assistant? I have an assistant to take care of you, so I can rest assured."

"No, Brother Jun, I can do it myself," Song Xinyuan waved his hand, "I don't have the money to pay my assistant." He suddenly thought of the 500 yuan he had left for Feng Deng, and felt pain in his heart.

"Song Xinyuan, don't say this out loud, you will be laughed at if you hear it."

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Jia Yingjun thought of the countless ridicule posts about Song Xinyuan on the forum, each post covered thousands of stories, from education, appearance to EQ, character, secretly sighed that Song Xinyuan had a good attitude, if he had a glass heart, let him help delete the post up.

Song Xinyuan really doesn't want an assistant, and one more person around him means more income.Although Su Mei didn't accept his money recently, he has been living in poverty for the past few years, and would rather keep his money in the bank than enjoy life.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Deng walked out of Xizhao County Bus Station and headed for Changqing Lane.The sun had not set, and it had been a long time since the night market opened. Feng Xianghai was sleeping in the bedroom, and Lu Shuhan was sitting in the living room watching TV.

Hearing the movement at the door, Lu Shuhan stood up staggeringly, and saw Feng Deng shrink his eyes, and shouted loudly: "Dahai, come out and have a look, our second child is back, and he has the nerve to go home."

Feng Xianghai ran out of the house stepping on his slippers, and looked at Feng Deng, feeling a little helpless: "Feng Deng is back, have you eaten yet? Shall I give you something to eat?"

"No need, Uncle, you are busy with your work." Feng Deng put the gift box on the table, holding something in his arms, and covered it with a black plastic bag, so he couldn't see what it was.

Lu Shuhan sat back on the sofa, with a mean tone: "Dahai, let's compare and see who is more embarrassing, your son or mine. Your son married a man for the purpose of college preparation, and my son stole students' papers for job title evaluation. The news made the whole world know about it.”

"Shu Han, if you don't say a few words, Feng Deng will definitely feel uncomfortable. I believe that Feng Deng is a man, he can't do that kind of thing, maybe there is some misunderstanding. You should understand him—"

"Understand what? He doesn't feel good, do I feel good? I know how people laugh at me even if I don't go out." Lu Shuhan interrupted Feng Xianghai, "He is my son, and I know better than you what he is like. These days I If you don’t leave the stall, you have to go by yourself.”

"As long as you think too much, the news uses a pseudonym, and the photos are so blurry, who can recognize it? Feng Deng doesn't go home often, and you keep it a secret. How many people in the whole alley know that he is a doctor in the affiliated hospital?" Feng Xianghai Excuse Lu Shuhan, "Feng Deng was just demoted. He was steady and studious when he was young. Maybe he will be promoted to director soon."

"I don't expect him to be the director. It would be nice if I can keep the deputy director." Lu Shuhan looked at Feng Deng and sighed, "I told you about a partner before, but you don't want him, and if you want to find a partner in the future, the girl will ignore you You, blame yourself."

【,小"说.日:更.群;：'８!5"3:4'3;6,2?5;5!】她总是不满意冯灯的表现。冯灯生来聪慧，学习优异，高考成绩在省内排前五。她当时数落冯灯，平时成绩好有什么用？关键时刻掉链子。

Because Feng Deng didn't get the first place.

"Mom, the commercial is over." Feng Deng walked towards the bedroom, passed by the open storage room, and found that his old college clothes were neatly folded and piled up in the corner, he glanced twice and didn't pay attention.A few minutes later, Feng Deng came out with the suitcase, still holding the unknown object in his hand.

Lu Shuhan asked: "What are you going to do? Aren't you suspended for a month? What is there to do now?"

"Growing flowers."

Feng Deng dropped two words and left home.

When Feng Deng arrived at the filming location of "Surgery Storm", he saw Song Xinyuan following the acting teacher, practicing finding the camera.

Under the sun, Song Xinyuan was thin and sweaty.He has no makeup, and his lips are full and beautiful. It is rare to meet people with full upper and lower lips. Song Xinyuan is a special case.He didn't notice it himself, he was a little sexy when he was not smiling, and a little sweet when he was acting like a baby.

Feng Deng liked to kiss Song Xinyuan because he liked those lips.

After observing for a long time, Feng Deng believed that Song Xinyuan did have a talent for acting.He couldn't help thinking, if nothing happened to Song Yanqing, what job would Song Xinyuan be doing now?Translator, scholar, foreign trader, teacher?None of them seemed suitable for Song Xinyuan, who was destined to be an actor.

Song Xinyuan stood in front of the camera with freshness and agility, covering up the dead spirit of the past.Among them is Feng Deng's credit, Feng Deng does not regret changing Song Xinyuan's life.

When it was time for a break, Song Xinyuan left the venue to find water, glanced casually in Feng Deng's direction, took a few steps forward, turned around abruptly, and stared at Feng Deng in surprise.

Feng Deng didn't wear glasses, but wore a mask. He looked completely different from the photo. It was difficult for people to recognize him as a popular figure not long ago.He stood quietly beside Kong Zhuo, making one think he was a new staff member.Besides, a big event happened today, a generation of gambling king passed away, everyone was watching the situation of the rich and powerful, paying attention to the distribution of the gambling king's property, and the scandal of Feng Deng had long been forgotten.Only Song Xinyuan, Kong Zhuo, and Jia Yingjun knew Feng Deng present.

After work was over, Kong Zhuo looked at Feng Deng and introduced to everyone: "This is Dr. Feng. In the next month, he will guide everyone how to treat patients correctly. He is welcome to join the team."

Applause sounded, and curious eyes focused on Feng Deng. Feng Deng lightly nodded his chin, his brows and eyes were cold, and his eyes were indifferent and distant. There was no panic or flattery, and he had an untouchable handsome temperament.

Song Xinyuan clasped his fingers, feeling anxious about Feng Deng's unexpected appearance.When he was running away, Kong Zhuo suddenly asked: "Xin Yuan, I remember that there is an empty bed in your room, right?"

Song Xinyuan's back felt cold: "Yes."

When the room was allocated the day before yesterday, there was one more person, and finally Kong Zhuo arranged for Song Xinyuan to live alone, because he had the most roles in the scene, and the doctor he played was suffering from depression and needed to be quiet, so being alone was good for him to enter the scene.

What Kong Zhuo meant was that Feng Deng and Song Xinyuan should live together and take care of each other.After returning to the hotel, Kong Zhuo followed Song Xinyuan and Feng Deng into the door and whispered a few words.

"Xin Yuan, Dr. Feng, I have read the news these two days. Is there any misunderstanding between you? Dr. Feng is not like that kind of person. Of course, Xin Yuan's approach is also correct," Kong Zhuo grinned. "A wave of advertisements was given to the crew for free."

Neither of them said a word.Kong Zhuo said seriously: "Don't think I'm talkative. It's not easy to meet each other. If you have a misunderstanding, speak up as soon as possible. Multiple friends are better than multiple enemies. You guys will stay on the set for a long time. That's fine, I won't bother you. You guys, wash up and sleep."

After the door closed, Feng Deng packed his luggage, took out his pajamas, suddenly took off his jacket, and then he wanted to take off his pants.

Song Xinyuan stood by the wall and asked, "Doctor Feng, why are you here?"

Feng Deng moved his hand on the belt, brought over the things he brought, took off the black plastic bag, and looked at him solemnly: "Send flowers."

A pot of white palms fell on the table. It was the white palms that Song Xinyuan forgot at Feng Deng's house.The pure white flowers lowered their heads slightly as they passed by.

Song Xinyuan spent half the spring raising a pot of white palms, which disappeared when the flowers bloomed.

Unexpectedly, Feng Deng wanted to return his flowers, Song Xinyuan's face was very ugly: "This is a gift from me, don't return it to me."

"Gift?" Feng Deng sneered, "I thought it was an excuse you left for yourself, and you will find me under the guise of looking at flowers in the future."

Song Xinyuan was guessed by him, and he felt a little uncomfortable: "So what? You don't allow me to have sex with you?"

"Since it is mine, is it up to me how to deal with it?" Feng Deng changed the subject, picked up the flower pot, supported the bottom with both hands, and lifted it high, as if he wanted to fall to the ground.

Song Xinyuan noticed his intention and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't—"

Seeing that the white palm was about to hit the floor, Feng Deng grabbed the flower pot and put the flowers back on the table.

Song Xinyuan gasped in a daze, his eyes were flushed, and it took him a long time to recover, realizing that he had been tricked, and stared at Dr. Feng through gritted teeth.

"How long have we not seen each other?" Feng Deng broke the silence, "How often does it take to water?"

Song Xinyuan glared at Feng Deng: "Three days."

Feng Deng reached out and touched the corner of Song Xinyuan's eyes, and said jokingly, "Song Xinyuan, I'm actually here to water the flowers."

His hand traveled along Song Xinyuan's back, and finally stayed on his hip.

Song Xinyuan instantly understood the deep meaning in his words, and blushed with embarrassment.

The author says:

I originally wanted to drop the flower pot, but I think it's better to keep it first.Did you understand Feng Deng's coquettish words?