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"So, Bo Chi is more or less suffering from some illness."

Xia Zhizhu didn't have time to see the message that the eldest princess sent to him at noon, and his fingers were frozen by the cold wind. He sucked his nose and huddled in a sheltered place to type: "And then?"

Ren Shuhan replied in seconds: "Then I let him go."

Xia Zhizhu sent six full stops in the past.

Just like in the past, before parting, Ren Shuhan told Bo Chi not to approach him again.

As in the past, Bo Chi didn't agree or make a sound.

It was still raining, and the man had a pair of amorous red phoenix eyes, which could hide all the traces of the passage of time, and when he looked at something, he always gave people the illusion of gentleness and integrity.But many times, even earlier, Ren Shuhan always felt that Bo Chi's pupils were a canvas, sometimes it could be dyed with any paint, and sometimes it couldn't be dyed with anything.

At this time, it cannot be dyed.

His eyes seemed to have been washed by rain, becoming as hazy as wet glass, tired as if he had walked through thousands of centuries alone.

Before leaving, Ren Shuhan couldn't help but glance back, but after only one glance, his heart trembled fiercely, and he never looked back again.

I can't say how I feel, but that's it.

The last sentence was too harsh and sloppy, Ren Shuhan quickly withdrew it, and changed the subject: "Is the shooting going well?"

Xia Zhizhu sent another kitten nodding expression.

Lincheng was colder in September, and the production crew has been working very efficiently recently. Without Du Liang's devil cut, which was re-shot more than [-] times, the shooting progress has simply improved by leaps and bounds.

If things go on like this, maybe Xia Zhizhu will be able to wrap up and go home before Lily's birthday.

"The other party is talking" for more than ten seconds, Ren Shuhan sent a voice, sounding very happy: "That's good, I will welcome you when you come back!"

It's really the distance that produces beauty. When she was a teammate, Princess Tsundere wouldn't express his love for Xia Zhizhu so bluntly.

To reciprocate, Xia Zhizhu lay in front of the old window of the old house, breathed a sigh of relief, first drew a heart with his fingers that were too cold to feel, and added "B2" inside - originally wanted to write "BOY2" , but Tao Xin's stomach is too small to perform well, so she had to make do with 2B.

Before the graffiti shed tears, Xia Zhizhu took the time to take a photo and send it to Ren Shuhan.

This move is too nasty, Xia Zhizhu learned it from the eldest princess.On the day of Chinese Valentine's Day, Ren Shuhan posted a photo in Moments, the peach heart on the glass window in rainy weather, it was a pretty drawing, but it was deleted half a minute after it was posted.

Xia Zhizhu couldn't see through the relationship between Ren Shuhan and Bo Chi, and didn't dare to meddle in it. Very occasionally, he would curiously ask Xi Zhao: Will they be together?

Xi Zhao is always patient with him as if he is teaching a child, even if he says indifferent words that have nothing to do with him, he can still be gentle and gentle: Wait until April Feixue, you should be able to.

In addition to work and rest, Xia Zhizhu's busiest schedule recently is still dreaming.

The content of the dream is very simple, except for V, it is Ruan Mi.

Neither of those two people are talkative, and they usually just find a chair in every corner of the dream to sit down and smoke.Xia Zhizhu borrowed a seat to smoke fake cigarettes in the play, and had to smoke second-hand smoke in the dream. He wanted to talk to the two of them, but he didn't know how to speak. He hesitated, and the alarm clock called dawn in a blink of an eye.

The assistant, Xiao Zheng, is sociable. Thanks to him, Xia Zhizhu gets along well with the staff of the film crew. He doesn't take orders for meals on weekdays. A large group of people chatter, and they don't forget to pull him in from time to time. into the topic.

"By the way, Xiao Xia, what about your bodyguard, why did you stop working after a while?"

When Xi recruited him, apart from talking to Du Liang, his image to the outside world was always that of a bodyguard who was more tightly wrapped than the star himself.Xia Zhizhu didn't know that Mr. Xi could look so inconspicuous when he deliberately hid his tracks. Even if he was extremely tall, he could stand in the crowd anytime he wanted without being noticed.

Don't underestimate the self-protection mechanism of a patient with social phobia.

Even when Xi Zhao left, no one noticed until today that the figure who followed Xia Zhizhu all day suddenly disappeared.

"Going back to do other work," Xia Zhizhu replied, "I don't really need bodyguards here."

These two sentences are not considered a lie, he spoke very fluently, the questioner did not doubt it, but the people on the side shook their heads: "That's not necessarily true, aren't celebrities more likely to get into trouble than normal people, please be careful The heart is always right."

Xia Zhizhu didn't know what to answer, so he smiled politely and thanked him, then lowered his head and continued to eat his own food.

The strange feeling has been there since a long time ago, and the closer it is to the finale, the more obvious it is.

During the break period of a certain scene, Xia Zhizhu wrapped his coat and fell asleep on the recliner. In his sleepy dream, Ruan Mi took the initiative to talk to him for the first time.

"Do you want to come with me?"

The woman's voice was as cold as imagined, perhaps because in the dream, it sounded fragrant.

Xia Zhizhu didn't know where she was going when she said to go, after thinking about it, she shook her head against the huge temptation.

"Really?" Ruan Mi's tone seemed a bit regretful, "I will suffer when I see you."

Xia Zhizhu still shook his head: "I'm not afraid."

The appearance of the woman in the dream was blurred, and Xia Zhizhu could only recognize his mother standing in front of him by relying on the hints given by his subconscious mind.

Looking at him, his mother suddenly squatted down and pinched the cheek of Xia Zhizhu who had turned into Xiao Ruantang.

"So you..."

"Little Brother Xia!"

With a loud voice, Xiao Zheng howled Xia Zhizhu back from his sleep.

The dream just now disappeared in an instant, and quickly left the shallow surface of memory without leaving a single word.People rarely remember dreams, and hyperamnesia is not immune.

The inexplicable melancholy smoldering in his chest has not yet dissipated, Xia Zhizhu raised his head with narrowed eyes, and heard the boy leaning over to tell him to work.

Xia Zhizhu nodded, and stood up in a nonchalant manner.

This scene has been pushed back for a long time. It is the scene of V diving into the water. When editing, it will be used in the scene when he closes his eyes and hangs himself in his head.

Xiao Zheng helped him up worriedly, and said in a low voice: "When the work is over, let's talk to Sister Xiaoci to let you rest for a while."

Xia Zhizhu rubbed his eyes, and replied casually: "It's just a little tired, you don't have to worry."

Can you not worry?

Xiao Zheng looked at his pretty face that could barely be human-like through makeup, and scolded the director a thousand and one times in his heart.

But it turns out that it's best not to curse behind your back.

The two walked to the pool, and before they had time to test the water temperature, the half-hearted gazes from the staff had already shot them right through each other.

Xia Zhizhu watched the director sit on the chair and was handed a mobile phone, frowned and slid twice, and then looked up in Xia Zhizhu's direction with the others.

Deja Vu.

Realizing that something was wrong, Xiao Zheng immediately took out his mobile phone. When he saw the overwhelming trending searches with similar titles, his hands trembled so much that he almost threw himself out.

It's so serious this time.

Xia Zhizhu curiously took a look at the phone that the assistant couldn't hold.

In the dark and starless night, there are dense crowds and cold machines standing beside the blue swimming pool, and the red recording lights flicker like monster eyes.

The crimson word "explosion" after "Xia Zhizhu's life experience" was like a bomb being thrown into the dead pool in front of him. With a bang, he was blown to pieces in the water to celebrate another thousands of thousands in the Internet world. A virtual carnival where thousands of people participate at the same time.

Xia Zhizhu thought in a daze, when the filming officially starts later, he shouldn't go wrong if he acts like this.

"How much vacation do you need?"

But Du Liang came over and asked him.

Three days, half a month, or forever?

Xia Zhizhu shook his head, even he was a little surprised by his calmness at the moment: "I can continue filming."

"Okay," Du Liang nodded, "Go back and pack your things, and then we'll go back to Jiangcheng to shoot."

Seats by the pool are all set up.

"Director, should we slow down..." The assistant director who caught up frowned, as if he wanted to discuss it again.

Du Liang suddenly asked, "How long have you been in the industry?"

The assistant director froze for a moment: "I..."

Xia Zhizhu: "Seven years."

Xiao Zheng plucked up his courage and shouted: "Five months!"

Du Liang looked at the last person.

"...five years."

"It's been long enough."

Du Liang turned to face everyone, loudly issued his first and last warning: "Do your own thing."