The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

The morning light is slightly dew, and the reserved sunlight shines on the pure white plush carpet through the clear floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom. After being refracted by the curtains, it forms a yellow band of light and falls on the pillow, reflecting on the face of the sleeping person on the bed.

The mess spread from the end of the bed to the door, and there was a tender pink rubber cat paw between the white shirt and the slightly wrinkled pure black tie on the ground.

"Uh……"

Before he opened his eyes, Ban Zhun frowned at the stabbing pain in his head that made him almost faint, and there was buzzing in his ears, which was faintly mixed with the voice of the young man who approached him hoarsely last night. In the ear, the deep love whispered.

Ban Zhun had already been drinking, so he had long forgotten how he answered Rong Qian, whether it was tears, or a hug as if he was suffering from skin hunger.

The soreness quickly returned to Ban Zhun's limbs before his consciousness was fully awake.

He moved his legs, but found that he could hardly find where his lower limbs were, and even the place from the hip bone down was almost numb.

"..."

Ban Zhun slowly opened his swollen eyelids, closed them immediately after being illuminated by the harsh light, and buried them in the pillow for a long time before opening them again.

He stretched out his arm and groped for the cell phone that had been lost for a long time, and glanced at the time with his out-of-focus pupils.

It will be noon soon.

Ban Zhun closed his eyes again and stared blankly for a while, then at the moment when his fingertips didn't touch the boy who was supposed to be lying beside him, he suddenly remembered what happened last night.

As the protagonist Gong, Rong Qian is really... Really...

So fucking top.

I'm afraid he will never forget this feeling in his life.

It's just that he... what about people?

The place where someone should have been lying around was empty, and Ban Zhun tentatively groped under the blanket again, trying to grab Rong Qian's fingers, but he was in vain again.

Ban Zhun's heart sank.

This brat...wouldn't just leave him like that?

Ban Zhun forgot exactly how long he cried last night, anyway, until now, his eyes are still swollen, as long as he opened them a little bit harder, the stinging pain would immediately spread to his drowsy head, the pain was so unbearable.

In fact, he didn't want to cry at first. He felt that crying in front of a child, and because of this kind of thing, would make him, the boss, lose face.

But then he couldn't hold on anymore, not only almost tore the delicate cloth cover, but even scratched Rong Qian's shoulders with blood red scratches.

"Uh……"

Ban Zhun wanted to sit up straight, but even though his brain issued instructions, his body couldn't do it anyway. He could only lie stiffly under the warm quilt, panting to relieve the soreness in his body.

He is a little lost.

After all, this is the first time he has witnessed the whole process of this kind of thing soberly, thinking that Rong Qian will lie beside him when he wakes up no matter what.

Ban Zhun stretched out his red-stained arm and rested it on the eye sockets, trying to cover the physiological tears that were stimulated by the light and dripped down unconsciously.

sad heart.

During this period of time, because he read the script of "City of Twilight", he always brought himself into Tong Jike's life experience with a tragic ending. Whenever something happened that made his mind sensitive, he would feel that life was not worth it.

He even couldn't help thinking about problems in Tong Jike's way of thinking.

It turned out that Rong Qian had been lying to him for so long.

Everything should not be arbitrary. Although his intuition had already told him the truth, Ban Zhun still wanted to confirm it himself.

He threw off the quilt and put on a bathrobe, then stepped on the carpet with his bare feet.

The fingers stretched out to hold the doorknob were almost trembling.

However, Ban Zhun opened the bedroom door with hope for Rong Qian, he wanted to find Rong Qian in this room, so as to overthrow his guess.

Follow the nearest guest bedroom, the guest bathroom, the study, the fitness room, the walk-in refrigerator in the kitchen, and then the second bedroom that he lived in before.

Ban Zhun finally calmed down after step by step search and disappointment.

He couldn't understand Rong Qian's approach, but there was no doubt that Rong Qian had successfully achieved his goal.

Although I was forced to accept this fact, it was impossible not to be angry.

Ban Zhun walked slowly to the study room, took out the check folder in the drawer, scratched a series of numbers on it eloquently, and then threw it on the bedside table beside Rongqian in the master bedroom.

Enduring the backache and tidying up the messy ground, Ban Zhun simply packed up some clothes, took some of his own cards from the safe, and planned to return early to stay in the crew that was still on vacation for him. some time ago.

After Rong Qian moved out of his home, he returned to his own home.

Let's get together and relax.

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When Rong Qian found the set according to Zhen Bujia's instructions on the phone, he saw Ban Zhun squatting on the ground by the wall with the extras, happily eating instant noodles, and couldn't help frowning slightly, striding forward. Walked towards the group of people.

Seeing Rong sneak into the set from afar, the smile on Ban Zhun's face froze for a moment, and then the corners of his pale lips turned up slightly, maintaining a decent smile.

A sharp-eyed group performer spotted Rong Qian's figure, bent his elbow and lightly smacked Ban Zhun's wrist, and laughed flatteringly: "Hey? Brother Zhun, your husband."

After being exposed to the facts, Ban Zhun could only follow his instructions and look in the direction Rong Qian was coming from. At the end, he had to pretend that he had just seen it, and was quite pleasantly surprised:

"Hey, really, I'm going to find him first."

The group performer was older than Ban Zhun, but out of respect and flattery, he still called out "Brother Zhun" one by one:

"Okay, Brother Zhun, why don't you go over there after drinking some warm water, it's still fucking cold today."

Ban Zhun picked up the bowl and swallowed two mouthfuls of instant noodles vigorously, then turned around and smiled at him, "It's okay, I'll be back in a while."

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Rong Qian looked at the young man walking in front of him with a slightly staggering gait, and couldn't help being surprised again.

What's going on here?

"Quite..."

Rong Qian was a little puzzled, but he was very anxious to find a secluded place to check on Ban Zhun's status, so he could only follow Ban Zhun forward.

Hearing his call, the back of Ban Zhun in front froze, but he didn't stop, but continued to walk to the sparsely populated place in the crew.

It wasn't until he stepped into the corner of the props group that Ban Zhun turned around, looked at Rong Qian who was following him, moved his lips, and was about to speak, but was startled by Rong Qian's big step forward Shrink your neck.

Rong Qian pressed Ban Zhun's shoulders involuntarily, checked his forehead closely, found no trace of bruises, and tested the temperature again, before letting go of Ban Zhun with confidence.

He didn't turn on the light last night, and because he was a little excited, he forgot for a moment that Ban Zhun's eyes couldn't see anything in the dark bedroom, so that he accidentally bumped against the head of the bed.

Although he took a quick look this morning, he was still not at ease, and wanted to confirm it again when he was awake.

But before Rong Qian hugged him in his arms to comfort him, Ban Zhun calmly brushed away Rong Qian's hand because of his face, looking calm and breezy, holding back his waist After the soreness, I didn't look into Rong Qian's eyes:

"is acceptable."

The motto of "dignity is paramount" that he has pursued since he was a child still made Ban Zhun quickly take out the armor and put it on himself in a hurry, pretending to be invincible.

Rong Qian was a little confused: "What?"

Ban Zhun was very satisfied with his doubts, so he kindly explained to him: "I said you performed well last night."

Rong Qian: "???"

Rong Qian didn't know that Ban Zhun could discuss this matter so generously, so he didn't realize it for a while, "...I..."

"It doesn't matter," Ban Zhun rubbed his waist, turned around and wanted to go back to the set, and waved his hands nonchalantly, "Everyone is a man, I don't think there is any embarrassment, you go back quickly."

Rong Qian couldn't help being even more puzzled.

But his doubts were answered in an instant.

Rong Qian grabbed his wrist, temporarily put the bag in his right hand on the side table, then reached into the pocket and groped for a while, before he took out a folded note, and unfolded it to Ban Zhun with one hand. look.

Ban Zhun recognized what Rong Qian was holding in his hands, so he raised his eyebrows openly: "What's the matter? Too little?"

Rong Qian took a breath slowly, as if he was being laughed out of anger, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled Ban Zhun into his arms.

Ban Zhun wanted to push back his approach, but he heard the helpless smile in the young man's cold voice: "Ban Zhun, are you | whoring | me?"

"..."

This time it was Ban Zhun's turn to be speechless.

After waiting for a long time, Ban Zhun struggled to find his own voice, and his tone was full of anger that he didn't even realize, "So what?"

Rong Qian laughed straight away, and the arms hugging the young man's waist became more and more forceful: "...Why? You must let me understand?"

With the development of the matter to the present point, Rong Qian also fully understood what kind of weird thoughts this depressed little sea otter was thinking about in that little heart.

"Mr. Ban Yingjun took the role really quickly."

Rong Qian directly pinched Ban Zhun's face in this posture of hugging him tightly.

Then, as if he was getting more and more angry, he used a little bit of force.

"I really admire your thinking."

There was a smile in Rong Qian's tone, but the force with his fingers on Ban Zhun's cheek was not as light as before, and he shook it lightly as if punishing him.

After finishing speaking, he hugged Ban Zhun's waist directly, and while picking up the bag on the table with the other hand, he pushed him into the single dressing room with Ban Zhun's name written on one side, locked the door behind him, and put the bag he wanted The sea otter jumped out of the room alive and kicked and pressed down on the sofa in the lounge.

Seeing Rong Qian's attitude, Ban Zhun immediately understood that Rong Qian's departure this morning was indeed hidden.

After all, he understood that if Rong Qian really didn't care about him, according to Rong Qian's personality, he wouldn't have chased him to the set at all, and even coaxed him with extremely gentle words.

But even so, there is still a lot of punishment that should be given, who let Rong Qian cause him to be on tenterhooks for most of the morning.

Rong Qian has read Ban Zhun's script, so he naturally understands that Ban Zhun's role in "The City of Twilight" is a pitiful image with a tinge of sadness. The mood is almost exactly the same as the atmosphere in which he was shrouded in inferiority and frustration after he was dumped by Jiang An in the film.

Just because I have seen how difficult it is for actors who are almost integrated with the characters to get out of the plot, Rong Qian felt that he could understand at this time.

After all, Ban Zhun is doing what he loves. As Ban Zhun's lover, what he should do is support rather than hinder.

But I didn't expect Ban Zhun to empathize with Tong Jike's character so quickly, and he has already begun to torture him, a poor outsider.

"Tsk, I'll be on camera soon!"

Ban Zhun didn't feel pain from being pinched by him, but he felt that being in public would make him lose face, so he raised his hand and patted the back of Rong Qian's hand, trying to save the little face he had left.

Rong Qian let go of his hand with a smile, and instead held Ban Zhun's head with both hands and shook it gently, poking him mercilessly, "I saw Director Qiao when I came in just now, so I asked by the way, today No drama for you. You ran away from home."

Ban Zhun blinked his eyes in embarrassment, "Then I, I... If a reporter secretly photographs me, wouldn't I lose face."

Rong Qian looked down, and then raised his eyebrows at Ban Zhun, "Just this pose was photographed by the reporter, which of us do you think is more embarrassing?"

Ban Zhun followed his gaze and looked over, blushing immediately, and crawled off Rong Qian's lap with all hands and feet, cleared his throat, and said unreasonably, "You."

After finishing speaking, before Ban Zhun could answer, Rong Qian pinched Ban Zhun's cheeks with one hand, stuck his jaw on his jaw, lowered his head and kissed him vigorously, "I really like you."

"If you like me, you still have to run away."

Sullenly, Ban Zhun pulled a napkin to rub against his lips, and threw the paper into the trash can.

Rong Qian's eyes looked a little aggrieved, and he put the bag he had been carrying in his hand on the neat table: "Ancestor, let's reason, shall we?"

Ban Zhun didn't quite understand Rong Qian's words, he just sat on the sofa and looked up at him.

Rong Qian stretched out his hand and carefully took off a long eyelash that had fallen off from the end of Ban Zhun's eye, and then patiently described the cause and effect of the incident for him:

"At four o'clock in the morning, you woke me up in a daze, and said that you wanted to eat Fuji potstickers in Chengnan. , warned me that if there are no Fuji potstickers in breakfast this morning, you will make me into potstickers."

Ban Zhun licked his lips in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief.

"……I?"

Rong Qian held his hand, gently stroked the young man's cool fingertips, and then put it on his lips and kissed: "Otherwise it's still me? How can I be as greedy as you?"

Ban Zhun pinched Rong Qian's palm embarrassingly, "I didn't..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Rong Qian began to complain again. Although his tone was very disrespectful to Ban Zhun, his other hand had already wrapped around Ban Zhun's waist, and gently massaged him:

"Just after I promised you, you said that you want to eat the stewed pork at the entrance of Chengdong Normal University. I only have a pair of legs, and I can't go to two places at the same time, so I can only run one by one... "

Ban Zhun had a guilty expression on his face, and he simply didn't dare to look at Rong Qian.

Could it be that he really played too much?

Rong Qian's technique is as skilled as a certified masseur, and he is also responsible for chatting with distinguished guests:

"As a result, as soon as I got home, I found that the sea otter was gone..."

Ban Zhun was listening to his report with his eyes squinted comfortably, when he suddenly caught a word in Rong Qian's words that made his ears perk up: "What sea otter?"

Rong Qian felt bad, so he quickly explained in a roundabout way: "I said seaweed, the seaweed is gone, and I plan to make you an extra seaweed egg drop soup. I remembered that there was no seaweed at home, so I wanted to use seaweed instead, but it turned out that there was no seaweed either. gone."

"Oh..." Ban Zhun dubiously accepted Rong Qian's statement, then collapsed on the couch, waiting leisurely for him to continue.

"I came back in time, you last night..." When talking about this topic, the tips of Rong Qian's ears turned red uncontrollably, "You must be very tired, so I thought you wouldn't wake up before nine o'clock. "

The blush on Ban Zhun's face also spread to the side of his neck following his words.

It's not that Rong Qian can't do it, it's precisely because Rong Qian is too good at it, seeing him crying pitifully, that's why he can hold back when he is barely satisfied, so that Ban Zhun will not be afraid of this kind of communication in the future, so that he will feel uncomfortable in his future life. fear.

"Tch, it just won't work."

Ban Zhun deliberately wanted to punish this brat, and let him show a frustrated expression, so as to soothe his wounded heart.

Sure enough, Rong Qian's expression changed instantly.

Just when Ban Zhun thought he would show a pitiful expression and beg for mercy, the little wolf cub suddenly rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the tie on the hanger beside him, and locked him to the armrest of the sofa.

The familiar feeling came to him instantly, and Ban Zhun was startled and begged for mercy: "I'm just kidding, don't hurry up, there may be reporters outside at any time."

Rong Qian shook his head: "Didn't I not satisfy my brother? I have to prove it to you."

Ban Zhun kicked his ankle in a panic, "You are the best, you are the best, you can do anything, let me go!"

Rong Qian was just trying to scare him, and wanted to let Ban Zhun eat, so he pulled the slipknot off the armrest with one hand, helped Ban Zhun sit up, and handed him a pair of chopsticks with a smile.

"The meat is very badly stewed, you can eat it with confidence, it just suits you now."

Rong Qian saw that the little sea otter was in good condition, so he was in the mood to tease him a few words.

"Shut up, just say one more word and go to sleep in the bridge hole tonight."

Ban Zhun raised his hand and pinched Rong Qian's arm. When he found that he couldn't pinch, he lowered his head and gritted his teeth to take a big bite of the potsticker.

Although his face was fierce, but the direction of the red stewed meat in his hand was straight to Rong Qian's mouth, and he said coldly: "If you like it, I will give it to you if I can't eat it."

Rong Qian smiled and touched the soft hair on the top of his head, leaning on his chin to see him eating deliciously, accepting feeding from the kind boss from time to time, and then expressing his thanks to Ban Zhun with kisses dozens of times after the meal.

Taking the little sea otter who was supposed to be on vacation back home from the crew, Rong Qian has been greeting the ancestor all the way. Every 2 minutes, he will cordially send his lofty greetings to Ban Zhun. Mr. Handsome lives like a class red apricot.

Waiting for the ancestor who had been away from home for less than five hours, he lay back on the bed in the master bedroom. Rong Qian listened to his instructions without complaint. He would serve tea and water for a while, and talk about Mr. Ba's novels for a while. He is idle.

After tossing people so hard, Ban Zhun felt tired before Rong Qian, so he simply fell asleep under the quilt, and when he woke up again, Rong Qian had already carried him to the dining table, with his hands stuffed in his hands. Chopsticks.

"I still have to join the filming group, what should I do if you make me fat?"

Ban Zhun took a piece of cabbage and chewed it in his mouth. When he glanced at the dishes on the table, he realized that the dishes made by Rong Qian were all low-fat and low-calorie nutritious meals, so he nodded with satisfaction and satisfaction, indicating to Rong Qian Well done.

After the meal, Ban Zhun learned how to study, took a comfortable hot bath in the bathtub, and then lazily nestled into the pillow to prepare for sleep.

After tidying up the kitchen, Rong Qian pushed open the bedroom door and walked in. His eyes fell on Ban Zhun's shoulder, who was looking at him with blinking eyes, and his Adam's apple subconsciously rolled twice.

He walked slowly to the bed and squatted halfway beside Ban Zhun.

"Brother, is dinner delicious?"

The meaning in Rong Qian's eyes was obscure.

Ban Hai Otter is simple-minded, so he naturally doesn't know what kind of crazy idea this stinky boy who is several years younger than himself is thinking about. He lays on the pillow and nods contentedly:

"good to eat."

Rong Qian continued to think in his mind: "Is Mr. Naha's novel good?"

Ban Yingjun had no other thoughts in his mind, and even wanted to listen to a few more passages: "It sounds good."

After listening to his answer, Rong Qian was extremely satisfied.

It must be his turn now.

"Eat and eat, and stop listening, brother, should I reward Jasper now?"

Rong Qian moved closer to Ban Zhun's pillow, blinking pitifully.

He never thought how good-looking he was, but when Ban Zhun was drunk, he would stare at his face stupidly without moving.

So after a long time, Rong Qian felt that since Ban Zhun liked his looks, he could make full use of his own advantages in Ban Zhun's eyes, so as to achieve his little idea.

However, Ban Zhun just couldn't see it, but he was not stupid. When he saw Rong Qian's expression, he immediately understood what the little brat was thinking, and quickly shook his head:

"I can't, I can't take it anymore... How about I download a little movie for you, so you can play it yourself?"

Rong Qian's eyes sank.

Leaving aside how disgusting those things looked to him, Ban Zhun actually wanted a blood-stained beast to become a vegetarian?

Rong Qian thought in his heart, and pressed Ban Zhun's red knee involuntarily, and said in a low voice, "Zhun, I don't want to look at those, I feel dirty."

He gently held Ban Zhun's hand, "Since you don't want to, let's go to sleep, as long as you let me hold you."

Rong Qian's weak and aggrieved appearance made Ban Zhun immediately forget that he was a judo master in the 73 kg class.

And thinking of Rong Qian's age, Ban Zhun couldn't help feeling a little soft-hearted.

So, he pursed his lips in embarrassment, raised his trembling hands, embraced the boy's head buried in the Central Plains, and sighed helplessly:

"It's really...a cage made of iron can't control you, a chicken made of water...well."

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: I really spoiled him, lawless

Mrs. Ban: In order to post with my wife, tea is nothing

Little Donkey: If I can get Ban Hongxing, I will also be the water chicken (take off)

Mrs. Ban clenched her fist: Huh?

Little donkey: Sue... what the hell! (covers fist marks on face)

The little donkey didn't run away this time

[There are still a few minutes before the hair growth liquid expires!quick!Do not waste!Hurry up and smash the little donkey!It’s fine if you don’t smash the wife of the green tea class, hee hee]