The Price of Rebirth [System]

"Ka——Ok, the shot was good, we will take a break at noon and start work at 1 p.m.."

At the director's order, Zhang Chongji's body, which was standing upright in front of the camera, became a little sluggish, and the faint fatigue between his brows could be seen at a glance.

The whole morning filming process went very smoothly, it seems that because the cooperation with Yuan Yuan has become more and more tacit, the scenes of the two of them are rarely ng in front of the camera, but Zhang Chongji is also an injured patient who is recuperating, and he has been filming non-stop all morning, It is natural for him to feel a little tired from making up the scene, especially the last scene is a chase scene. The director always wants to be more perfect when he is picky. He reshot three times, and Zhang Chongji also ran back and forth three times at the request of the director. .

I don't know if it's because Zhang Zhongji has been recuperating in the hospital and didn't exercise too much. After filming, Zhang Zhongji felt that his physical strength was a little overloaded, and his face looked a little pale.

When Zhang Chongji was sitting on the actor's waiting chair with his eyes closed and kneading the center of his brows, Yuan Yuan came over with two bottles of mineral water, frowned unobtrusively at his appearance, and his tone fluctuated in surprise .

"Physical discomfort?"

Zhang Chongji looked up, took the initiative to get the water bottle in his hand, unscrewed it, took a sip, swallowed slowly, and said: "It's okay, maybe I ran too hard just now, and I haven't exercised for a long time, maybe A little tired for a while."

Yuan Yuan frowned even tighter, and put his hand on his forehead. The cold fingertips startled Zhang Chongji, his body bounced slightly, and he said nervously, "You, what are you doing?"

"..."

"This is the crew, don't mess around."

Yuan Yuan looked at him amusedly, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "You can mess around if you're not on the set?"

"you……"

Zhang Chongji was choked by his words, he didn't know what to refute for a while, so he could only stare at him with reddened ears.

Yuan Yuan's fingers slid down, and he pinched his earlobe with a careless tone.

"I just want to see if you have a fever."

The last word seems to be particularly pronounced. The other party deliberately cocked their tongues and couldn't distinguish the pronunciation. It sounded like the word "Sao". The light in the long and narrow eyes of the other party was a bit playful and playful, but it was enough to make people fascinated.

Zhang Chongji glanced at him like he was looking at an idiot, the other party smiled instead of anger, clamped his chin, narrowed his eyes and curled his lips and said, "If I really want to fuck/you, I don't care where this is."

"You!" Zhang Chongji blushed, and it took him a long time to spit out two words, "vulgar!"

It's hard to imagine that this flirtatious man is the same man who previously flaunted himself on stage and in newspapers.

Yuan Yuan laughed softly, and did not deny it, but just shrugged and stood up straight.

The weather at noon today is very good, and the sun in the park seems to be extraordinarily warm. The crew thoughtfully arranged Yuan Yuan’s resting place under a big tree with lush branches, shining in the warm sunshine, listening to The leaves are rustling, the breeze is like a big hand gently brushing the face, all of which seem very comfortable and cozy, and of course the actor who enjoys this excellent position is the hero of the show, and Zhang Chongji is just a incidental person.

But Zhang Chongji was already very satisfied. He sat here with Yuan Yuan's tacit attitude, but the heroine who wanted a share of the pie was rejected by Yuan Yuan with a smile on his face.

This is the difference between favorability above 60% and below. If it was in the past, Zhang Chongji promised that he would end up in the same fate as the heroine actor, although he would definitely find a way to be alone with Yuan Yuan in the future.

The gentle sunlight seemed to have a healing effect. Zhang Zhongji stretched lazily, and immediately felt a lot more relaxed. Turning around inadvertently, he saw Yuan Yuan leaning on the tree trunk with his hands in his trouser pockets and looking straight at him.

The eyes of the two met in a straight line in the air, but neither of them spoke anymore. The atmosphere was quiet but not as awkward as expected. There was only the wind blowing gently and the faint breathing of the two in their ears.

Zhang Chongji looked at his face, watching the reflection of the leaves rustling on his neck, that handsome face gradually blurred, but a sense of familiarity surged from the bottom of his heart like deja vu.

This time, there was no expected stabbing pain and memories in my mind, and there was no sound that seemed to resound in my ears as before, but Zhang Chongji felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Not the body, but the heart.

It's dull, as if you've lost something important.

"Teacher, you are here."

The hearty voice interrupted Zhang Chongji's trance, he looked back and saw Yuan Jun standing behind him with a few lunch boxes smiling.

A shy smile, gentle eyes, and a clean white shirt.

Zhang Chongji's eyes were a little dazed for a while, why at this moment, he suddenly felt that Yuan Jun... actually looked like him.

"Come here? I've been waiting for you for a long time," Yuan Yuan seemed to be unaware of Zhang Chongji's strangeness. I went to buy a lunch box together, I'm afraid the director will thank you too."

"I can't help it. The third brother and the teacher are both so busy, so I can't be idle." Yuan Jun's eyes were curved, and his clean face was flushed with shyness. Those smiling eyes looked at Yuan Yuan, shining brightly A little bit of starlight cannot be ignored.

Tall man, gentle smile, two people, under a tree, warm sunshine, sprouting feelings.

Zhang Chongji felt a little dizzy, his vision gradually became hazy, and the feeling of déjà vu became stronger and stronger, as if a sudden tide was about to submerge him.

He gritted his teeth and shook his head, trying to open his eyes wide to see the two people in front of him, but it was useless. He wanted to speak but was surprised to find that his voice couldn't make any sound.

……

"Are you a big star?"

"Ah, can't you see?"

"Huh? There are very few big stars like this."

"Really...Maybe I am a different star, maybe it is."

……

The figure in front of him gradually blurred and then became clearer, as if overlapping with something, Zhang Chongji firmly grasped the armrest of the chair, his forehead was already covered with bean big cold sweat, after seeing everything in front of him clearly, Zhang Chongji's pupils Almost screamed out while contracting.

In a different garden, under a lush big tree in front of you, a man in a black shirt sits on the trunk with his head resting on his back for a rest. The warm sunlight hits his side face, softening the firm lines of his face Zhang Chongji could clearly see the fluff on his arm holding the cuff, he could see his thin lips tightly pursed, he could see the slight trembling of his eyelashes when he closed his eyes, he could see the tightness between his brows. Frowning with sorrow, but... there is a strangeness in my mind.

It was as if he would forget immediately after just one glance. Zhang Chongji even found that he forgot the appearance of the man lying under the tree taking a nap just a second after he averted his gaze.

He kept looking at it uncontrollably, trying to remember that face, but with just a slight movement of lowering his eyes, the memory in his mind was blank again without a trace.

Who is this and where is he.

Zhang Chongji wanted to go forward but found that he couldn't move. He lowered his head subconsciously and found himself sitting in a wheelchair, his lower body seemed unconscious.

With his eyes wide open, Zhang Chongji's whole body was trembling, he even felt his teeth chattering, he couldn't control the feeling of fear welling up from the bottom of his heart, the singing of birds around was clear and sweet, and the distance between the two was not close Not far away, Zhang Chongji could clearly hear the man's steady breathing, all of which made his scalp numb and almost collapsed.

The thinking in Zhang Chongji's mind is like a tangled ball of wool, he has no clue to sort it out, and he has no clear reason to analyze it all.

Is it a dream, a dream!

Zhang Chongji closed his eyes, muttering to himself as if to comfort himself.

It's a dream, a dream.

……

The world was spinning, and Zhang Chongji felt as if his body had become light. Before he could react, a slightly worried voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Wu Jing, Wu Jing?"

"Teacher, Teacher Wu!"

Zhang Chongji opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, and the worried faces of Yuan Yuan and Yuan Jun came into view.

"Where is this..."

"Are you sleepy?" Yuan Yuan frowned, and mercilessly grabbed his cheek and pulled it out, "Drool like a pig, it's really disgusting."

Zhang Chongji cried out "hiss—" in pain, covered his face and stared blankly at the two people in front of him, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

"It seems to be because the sun is comfortable, the teacher seems to have fallen asleep without knowing it," Yuan Jun squatted down beside him with his knees propped up, his soft hair makes people want to rub it, and a hint of teasing flashed in his sly eyes , "But the teacher's sleeping face is really cute, and he said 'don't want' in sleep."

"What are you talking about, Yuan Jun!"

Zhang Chongji glared at him angrily, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and his tense emotions relaxed a little.

Everything just now...was it really a dream?

But everything is too real, so real that until now Zhang Chongji seems to have clear birds singing in his ears, and the unique fragrance of flower bones in the garden can be smelled from the tip of his nose, that's why he panics so much that his whole body can trembling.

"Is teacher hungry?" Yuan Jun handed over a lunch box. Under the transparent lid of the lunch box were attractive dishes and plump rice. "I bought the pork chop rice you like."

"Thank you..." Zhang Chongji took the lunch box, subconsciously thanked him, then paused again, raised his head and looked at him strangely, "How do you know that I like pork chop rice?"

"Ah," Yuan Jun stroked his chin, blinked and looked at him smiling innocently, "Why do you know? Intuition?"

Intuition...?

Zhang Chongji opened the lunch box and looked at the food in the lunch box that made people's index fingers move, but he didn't have the slightest desire to eat.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Yuan sat next to him, frowned at his blank appearance, "Can't you get used to lunch boxes?"

"Ah? Ah, no..." Zhang Chongji gave Yuan Jun a meaningful look, then turned to look at Yuan Yuan with a smile, "No, it's just that I haven't eaten pork chop rice for a long time, and I miss it."

"..." Yuan Yuan didn't say anything, just pursed his lips and looked at him.

Zhang Chongji casually chewed the pork chops, but his eyes glanced over Yuan Jun's face vaguely.

Is it really intuition?Or is it a coincidence?

Probably the only one who should have known—

The one who likes to eat pork chop rice is not Wu Jing, but Zhang Chongji.