New year greeting

After Feng Deng walked into the bathroom, Song Xinyuan opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, showing a bit of madness.He pressed his chest to calm himself.He had woken up a long time ago, and he called Feng Deng's name just now to test Feng Deng.

Feng Deng's response was beyond his expectation. Feng Deng's voice was deep and powerful, full of helplessness and restraint.The phrase "I'm here" rang in his ears, and in an instant, he seemed to have broken Feng Deng's secret, Feng Deng cared about him.To this, his first reaction was not to be moved or surprised, but—Feng Deng was finally fooled.

His hard work and forbearance were not in vain, he gradually conquered Feng Deng's reason, Feng Deng was disturbed by him, and this was just the beginning, sooner or later he would pull Feng Deng into the flames.He was having a hard time, and Feng Deng would never want to be alone.At this moment, the uncontrollable love in the past has become a cover for him to confuse Feng Deng.

When Feng Deng returned to the bed, Song Xinyuan deliberately got into Feng Deng's arms, wrapped his limbs around Feng Deng's body, smelled the familiar smell of smoke, hid in the darkness, and smiled.

In the morning, Song Xinyuan got up and went to wash in his shirt.After he washed his face, he saw Feng Deng holding a beard knife in his hand, planning to shave his beard.Feng Deng's beard grew fast, and he ignored it for two days. A light beard grew around his face, which made him look stable and sexy.

Song Xinyuan quietly approached Feng Deng and scratched Feng Deng's waist.Feng Deng was ticklish, pressed down on the sink, and glanced at him in the mirror: "Don't make trouble."

Song Xinyuan passed through Feng Deng's armpit, walked around to Feng Deng's face, and said with a smile, "Doctor Feng, can I shave for you? My skills are good."

Shaving is of great significance to men, and it will not be easily handed over to others.Feng Deng glanced at his bare legs, and deliberately asked, "Does it hurt?"

Yesterday afternoon, Song Xinyuan's two legs were put on Feng Deng's shoulders, and he was tortured. Song Xinyuan kept crying for pain and clamoring to change positions.

"Of course it hurts. It's all your fault. Can you rub it for me?" Song Xinyuan took the razor and said softly, "In exchange, I'll shave you. Close your eyes and lift your chin."

Song Xinyuan is not normal.In the past, Song Xinyuan would run away in a fit of shame, but today he has a thick skin, and he didn't turn red with shame.

"Why do you close your eyes?" Feng Deng lost his mind for a moment, and handed over the initiative to Song Xinyuan.

Song Xinyuan tiptoed and stroked Feng Deng's face: "You look at me, I'm shy. Close your eyes and wait for me to wake you up with a kiss."

Feng Deng narrowed his eyes, Song Xinyuan's breath was blowing into his neck, his cool fingers lingered on his chin, Song Xinyuan's hands were very white, always bent when they fell on the bed sheet, or scratching his back, angrily, Unrelenting; or lay under him, full of tenderness.

After a long time, Song Xinyuan shaved his beard, scrubbed Feng Deng's chin clean, kissed it, and then kissed Feng Deng's mouth heavily, making a "boo".

"Okay, open your eyes, Sleeping Beauty."

Feng Deng opened his eyelids, and Song Xinyuan's smiling face came into view.Song Xinyuan's peach blossom eyes were curved and overflowing with light.Feng Deng touched the corner of Song Xinyuan's lips, lowered his head, and gave him a deep kiss in return.

Song Xinyuan was in a great mood, anyone with a discerning eye could tell.He bought refreshments for the whole crew at his own expense, apologized to everyone, and applied to Kong Zhuo to reshoot the scene of jumping into the river.

Kong Zhuo asked: "Are you really okay? If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me, don't worry about the progress, we can skip this scene and shoot the later part first. You performed well in the first half of the scene yesterday. The scene on the shore will do.”

"It doesn't matter, I'm fine, it's much better after one night."

"It seems that living with a doctor can easily enhance the sense of security."

"Yes, thanks to Dr. Feng." Song Xinyuan looked at Feng Deng, and said to Kong Zhuo, "Director Kong, I figured it out. Since we are reshooting, we will shoot the whole scene. I found the negligence. I was too nervous on the bridge, which not only violated the male protagonist’s psychological state, but also caused me to be unable to stretch after falling into the water, which almost caused tragedy. You always demand perfection and pay attention to details. You can’t let me down because of this, and don’t feel guilty. You don't owe me anything."

Kong Zhuo was a little relieved: "Xiao Song, it makes me very happy that you can think like this. Only by discovering shortcomings and making up for them can we improve to the next level. I forgot to thank you, thank you for your persistence and generosity, but thousands Don't take it lightly, you will suffer a lot."

Kong Zhuo understands that Song Xinyuan is more and more aware of the principles of life, and he is no longer that stunned young man who has just entered the industry. If he dismisses Song Xinyuan with words of rejection, it is tantamount to despising Song Xinyuan.

Afterwards, the crew performed their duties, made all preparations, moved to the bridge, and re-shot the actor's jumping into the river scene.After half an hour, the whole filming task ended smoothly.

Song Xinyuan sat under the sun, wearing a blanket, holding a cup of hot water in both hands, slowly recovering his body temperature.Jia Yingjun stood behind him, helped him brush his hair, and said while wiping, "Congratulations on overcoming a difficult time. I will return to Changchuan City in a few days, and I should not come to visit the class for a long time. If you have anything to do, call me in time."

"Understood, thank you, Brother Jun."

"Don't be polite to me, I'm going to take advantage of you in the future. By the way, when will your rented house expire? Did you bring the key, do you need me to go in and take a look for you? I won't go back to live in half a year, don't get moldy What are you looking at?"

Song Xinyuan was looking at Feng Deng who was talking with Kong Zhuo, and when he heard Jia Yingjun's words, he came to his senses: "It's the end of the year, don't bother, we'll talk about it then."

"Then why are you renting it? You're burning too much money? I'll go back and contact the landlord, and I'll refund it for you. I'll wait for you to finish filming and find a house with better conditions."

"Keep it, the rent is not expensive, the landlord is very kind to me, I don't want to break the contract." Song Xinyuan lowered his eyes slightly, "There must be a shelter, in case there is a need someday."

Song Xinyuan struck while the iron was hot in the afternoon and filmed the exterior scene of the hero's second suicide.The male protagonist slipped out of the hospital, drove to the suburbs, added enough yards, rushed to the river embankment, let go of the steering wheel, overturned the car, and committed suicide successfully.The scene was shot in separate shots, and special effects were used to complete the shot of the overturned car.Let Song Xinyuan drive the car to the river embankment first, and the props team prepared another car on the river beach. Song Xinyuan got out of the car, changed into a scary makeup, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his whole body was covered in "blood".He stepped into the overturned car and acted out the hero's dying state.Later, when the male protagonist was discovered, he had already lost his vitality and left this world miserably. No one remembered him except his family.

Song Xinyuan performed the entire scene, but was still sitting in the driver's seat, unable to appear in the scene for a long time.Until the field manager came to knock on the window, he suddenly woke up, shook his head, and returned to the base camp with a dirty body.Others didn't dare to get too close to him, they formed a circle and applauded him.Kong Zhuo waved to him, told him to watch the replay, and kept praising: "The part where you drove was so well acted, it reasonably expressed the male protagonist's sickness. Although he was paranoid, he couldn't operate smoothly due to illness. Mistakes gave him a ride."

"I haven't driven for a long time. I'm unfamiliar. I didn't expect it to work." Song Xinyuan smiled and looked around for Feng Deng, but couldn't find it.

"Haha, did you reveal your true feelings just now? Alright, today's mission is over, you should go back and wash up and have a good rest."

"Okay, where is Dr. Feng?"

Jia Yingjun looked at Song Xinyuan, and answered for Kong Zhuo: "He's gone to answer the phone, he should be in the car."

After Song Xinyuan took off his makeup, he found Feng Deng on the shuttle bus of the crew.Feng Deng didn't know who he was talking to, before hanging up the phone, he said, "Well, I'll go back tomorrow."

Feng Deng then looked at Song Xinyuan and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'll change clothes." Song Xinyuan was stained red by the blood plasma bag, he got into the car, took off his dirty clothes, put on the private clothes he prepared, and said a cold joke, "I always play the god of death, the last drama If you play a policeman in this drama, you will die wherever you go; if you play a doctor in this drama, you will meet patients wherever you go.”

Feng Deng didn't smile: "Doctors are not gods of death, you are saving lives."

"Then do you study medicine to save people or to kill people?" Song Xinyuan asked casually, and before Feng Deng could respond, he changed the subject, "You didn't watch me act just now."

"I have something to do." Feng Deng paused and added, "I'll watch the feature film later."

Song Xinyuan was satisfied.

After returning to the hotel, Feng Deng began to pack his luggage and put all the items back in their original places, except for the white palm.Song Xinyuan came out of the shower and brushed his hair nonchalantly.

They slept separately at night, Song Xinyuan turned his back to Feng Deng, played with his mobile phone for a while, and suddenly asked, "Doctor Feng, are you leaving tomorrow?"

Feng Deng was inexplicably relieved, as if he had been waiting for a long time, but the answer he gave was very simple: "Yes, the dean told me to go back, there is something urgent."

"That's good. If you don't resume your job, I will die of guilt." Song Xinyuan turned over and said in a low voice, "Will you come back to see the flowers? The flowering period of the white palm is short. If you don't come for two weeks, I won't see you again." The flowers are here, and this potted flower was sent by you, it needs to be watered every three days, I'm too busy, I always forget to water the flowers."

"That matter has nothing to do with you." Feng Deng also faced Song Xinyuan, hearing his hint, and said ambiguously, "Come when you are free."

"You must come."

Feng Deng originally wanted to tell Song Xinyuan that he had bruxism and suggested that he go to the hospital, but it was a bit late, so let's talk about it after waking up.

However, Song Xinyuan did not grind his teeth that night.

He healed himself.