Above, please use some force

It is said to be hot pot, but it is actually a hodgepodge, most of which are He Wen's favorite dishes.

"Fang Jun, are the green vegetables ready?" He Wen sat on the table, turned the chopsticks in the pot, and asked vaguely.

Fang Jun, who was standing by the pool washing vegetables, heard the sound, quickly washed all the remaining vegetables, and went over with a basin to grab some vegetables and put them into the steaming pot.

He Wen glanced at Fang Jun's frozen red hands, put down his chopsticks, and beckoned, "Come here."

Confused, Fang Jun walked up to He Wen, and immediately saw him hold his hands and let out a sigh of relief. Seeing this scene, Fang Jun's eyes softened, and the roots of his ears turned red.

Song Ziyu next to him also saw Fang Jun's frozen red hands, lowered his eyes, and thought, it would be better for him to do the washing of vegetables himself in the future.

While eating the hot vegetables, He Wen seemed to think of something, "How did Ye Huai and Yang Huaihe's scene get together?"

Fang Jun murmured, "We went at four o'clock in the morning, and they moved to nine o'clock in the morning."

At the end he said again, "I saw Shi Feng."

The atmosphere on the table changed slightly, and He Wen continued to eat, without a trace of observable trace on his face.

"Shi Feng?" Song Ziyu thought for a while before matching the name of the boy who quit the film industry with this name. After eating the food in his mouth, he asked the man next to him, "He Wen, did you know this early on?"

He Wen raised his eyebrows, "Although your man is a bit stronger, he is still a mortal, not a superpower with predictive ability."

"Aren't you a psychic?" Song Ziyu's thin lips curled up slightly, "A one-on-four is enough to be a psychic."

Fang Jun, who has always been a plate watcher, remained silent this time. He picked up a chopstick of mutton and put it in He Wen's bowl. He lowered his head again, and a strange smile flashed across his mouth.

"Go to the side to eat." He Wen cast a sideways glance at him casually, and there was a faint flame passing by.

Song Ziyu frowned slightly. He glanced at Fang Jun, then at the man who was clearly irritable, and finally got up silently, picked up the bowl and went to the sofa next to him.

The scene at night was on a bridge built, and the actors including He Wen were shivering from the cold. Without the sunlight during the day, the temperature dropped a few degrees.

During the intermission, Song Ziyu rubbed He Wen's hands, while Fang Jun opened the thermos and handed it over, "Actors work too hard. After we go to France, let's open a store, okay?"

"Okay." He Wen gave Fang Jun a pleasant answer without making Fang Jun wait too long, and lowered his head to take a few sips of hot water.

It wasn't until his body became warmer that He Wen tightened his military coat and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck, it's so fucking cold."

Indeed, as Fang Jun said, the profession of an actor is very impersonal and full of passivity.

Shooting summer scenes in winter, getting wet in the rain, filming winter scenes in summer, wearing airtight costumes, and getting rashes all over the body.

Song Ziyu handed the vibrating mobile phone to He Wen, glanced over the string of numbers, and then looked back calmly.

The man's magnetic voice on the phone was exhausted, "Baby, miss me?"

He Wen stretched out his hand to brush his hair, only to realize later that he was wearing a wig. He raised one corner of his lips, "I miss the things in your crotch."

On the other side of the world, Jian Jian flipped through the photos in his wallet, stroking the man on it with his fingers, "It also misses that little mouth on your back."

"Do you want to do it once? Just like last time, we need to talk about it."

"I don't have the energy right now." He Wen put the phone on the other ear, and pressed his chin against Fang Jun's shoulder, sleepy and tired.

Seemingly hearing the tiredness in the other party's words, Jian Jian didn't tease him any more, "My flight will arrive in T city tomorrow morning, and I'll be at your place before noon."

It was like an appointment, just as He Wen hung up the phone, Shen Sheng called.

Consistently concise and to the point, a deep voice came from the phone call, "Go back to China tomorrow morning."

He Wen twitched the corner of his mouth, "Before noon?"

"Hmm." It seemed not surprising at all, with a faint syllable.

After a few seconds of silence, just as He Wen was about to hang up the phone, he heard a very low voice, "I miss you very much."

They only rested for about an hour. At four o'clock in the morning, the crew started work again. Several scenes were rushed. Once they were delayed, they didn't know how long they would have to wait, so they could only grit their teeth and persevere.

Everyone was very tired. The make-up team was busy putting makeup on the actors, the props team was also busy running back and forth to check whether the props were complete, and the lighting engineer and the photographer got together to discuss something.

Qiu Lang drank coffee to refresh himself, the hat on his head was pressed down, and the dark circles on his face became more obvious.

The scene manager who ran over said anxiously, "Director Qiu, the crew of "Ghost in a Troubled Times" has a blasting scene here at nine o'clock. They said that the dungeon we built needs to be shifted by about two meters, otherwise they can't arrange the bombing scene in advance. point."

Qiu Lang's eyes sharpened, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I... I forgot when I was busy." The field manager swallowed, "Then what do we do now? Brother Wen has already gone back."

Raising his hand and rubbing between his eyebrows, Qiu Lang said in a deep voice, "We'll see how to solve it when he comes."

In the morning, He Wen was woken up by a phone call. He woke up with a violent expression. When he appeared on the set, his face was extremely ugly. Even the few staff members who usually dare to joke with him greeted him and rubbed their feet with oil.

He Wen walked directly in front of Qiu Lang with a fiery expression on his face, "What's going on?"

Qiu Lang told the story of the matter in simple and straightforward words at the fastest speed, including the solution he analyzed himself.

"I'll deal with it." He Wen turned and left after finishing speaking.

Ten minutes later, he appeared in the lounge of Ye Huai's crew, and he listened to the other party before explaining his purpose.

"Shi Feng is here to perform the blasting scene this time. He has the final say on how to bury the bomb." Ye Huai put on his coat and walked to the door, "So you can discuss this matter with him."

The door slammed shut, and He Wen sat lazily on the chair, not intending to speak first.

Shi Feng, who was wearing casual clothes, took a sip of water from the glass, his eyes stopped on He Wen's ring finger, and there was a moment of sharpness.

"He Wen, long time no see."

During the time he was training, as long as he thought of the man's unpredictable expression of ambition and his eyes as bright as fire, his desire would rise to an unbelievable level.

"You want to see me that much?" He Wen's lips curled up with a trace of sarcasm. After seeing Shi Feng, he understood that all those messy accidents were caused by the young man in front of him wanting to see him.

Shi Feng put down the glass, walked in front of He Wen, leaned slightly closer, and he couldn't help sticking it on. The soft lips and unique breath were all his obsession.

"I'm not interested in you." He Wen leaned back, still drawing on his lips with his wet and hot tongue, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Not before, and never will be in the future."

Shi Feng's jaw tightened, and he bit the man's lip almost cruelly. His suppressed voice seemed to be trying to restrain himself, "Why?"

Shrugging his shoulders, He Wen smiled evilly and indulged, "Shi Feng, you don't..."

"He Wen, I love you." Shi Feng clamped He Wen's chin, and squeezed his tongue in without hesitation. He didn't want to let go of any breath between his lips and teeth, and the suffocating kiss took away his breath little by little.

There was a bloody smell in the mouth, the pain of being sucked on the tongue, He Wen frowned, with a terrifying shadow, he bit the reckless tongue in his mouth, blood beads gushed out, and his eyes became colder and colder.

Unexpectedly, instead of restraining himself, Shi Feng became more and more excited. He looked at He Wen with hot and obsessive eyes, and his desire burst out suddenly.

But at this moment, there was a loud bang, as if something exploded in the air.

The surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and the flames sprang up. The terrifying spread of the flames made both He Wen and Shi Feng gasp. The sound just now was that the gasoline barrel exploded.

"Go this way." He Wen looked around calmly, poured the water in the water glass on the towel he found, covered his nose, yelled, and walked back.

"careful---"

Shi Feng's brain didn't have time to react, and his body had already rushed forward. When the lamp on the roof fell down, his back was instantly set on fire.

He Wen, who was surrounded below, had an ugly expression on his face. He clearly felt the muscles of the person protecting him contract, and his whole body stretched into a bow, and the muffled sound of pain sounded against his ears.

"Get up!" He Wen's clothes and hair were burning, and he patted Shi Feng's sweaty cheek and shouted loudly.

The surrounding fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the thick smoke stimulated the breath. Apart from the raging fire, everything that quickly turned to ashes was left in the field of vision.

With the smell of roasted flesh mixed with the smell of smoke, He Wen's pupils shrank, and he squeezed the young man who was pressing him with all his strength, and roared, "You fucking want to be burned to death, don't you? Ah?"

The clothes on the back were burned away, and the flesh was red and scorched in the fire. Shi Feng stared at the face close at hand for a moment, and exhausted all his strength to hold him tightly in his arms.

The pain in his back was already numb, leaving only the convulsions of his body's conditioned reflex. The flames spread from his body, and his whole body was on fire.

His brain began to become clearer, even more clearly than ever, this man said he didn't want him...

How to do?

Shi Feng's breathing was a bit heavy, he gasped from his throat, and sprayed it on He Wen's face one after another, both of them were getting closer and closer due to the inhalation of a large amount of smoke, oppressing their hearts.

He Wen, who was lying on the bottom, wanted to push Shi Feng away, but the strength to get out became weaker and weaker every time. The youth pressing him was like a hot stone.

Someone was screaming outside, someone was shouting, the beams and columns collapsed in the fire, the glass windows were shattered, the fire rushed out, the rolled up heat wave spread, and then there was a gust of wind, and the fire surged into the sky.

"He Wen, it was you who said that love is possession, it was you who said it. Go to another world, just the two of us..." Shi Feng's expression was a little crazy, it must be God giving him this opportunity, thinking of this , his gloomy eyes suddenly burst into a terrible light, and he couldn't hesitate.

Covering He Wen's mouth and nose with both hands, Shi Feng's two arms protruded with blue veins. Looking at the person struggling under him, his face had a gentle expression, and the surrounding fire was reflected in his eyes. , what precipitates is the creepy madness and ferocity.

"Go to sleep."