The correct posture of turning over in eighteen lines

The short period of a week passed quickly, and Shang Lu would come over every day to give him a meal, ask for warmth, etc. After a long time, the entire crew knew that Xia Jinnan was covered by a giant Buddha, no matter whether it was waiting to see He still doesn't wait to see him, and greets Xia Jinnan with a smile when they meet. No one treats him as a transparent person anymore, and the treatment is very different from when he first joined the film crew.

In this regard, Xia Jinnan felt that he was no different from others. When there was a play, he would act in his own play, and when there was no play, he would ponder over the script. He refused the lounge that was specially assigned to him.

Shang Lu approached him once for this, but he sent him away with a few words.This day, Shanglu went back to the hotel with him as usual, and he was carrying a bag of fruit from Special Assistant Fang in his hand. But only a few days later, he swiped his room card, changed into slippers and hung up his clothes in one go, and put a bag of fruit on the table. The familiar person took out a small pot from the cabinet and said, "I'll make some rock sugar pear water for you tonight. Does your throat hurt from singing for so long today?"

Xia Jinnan stood behind him and said, "No need."

"If you don't want to drink it, it's okay. I'll ask Fang Tezhu to buy some watermelon frosted golden throat later, so as not to..." Shanglu said, taking out Qiuli with foam paper.

"Mr. Shang!" Xia Jinnan interrupted him with a cold and distant tone, "Are you free?"

Shanglu was startled, stopped what he was doing, and said nothing.

Xia Jinnan was a little annoyed because he was going to play with Yue Ru tomorrow, so he vented his anger on Shang Lu as it should be, and after he finished speaking, he realized that his tone was wrong, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood today. Not very good."

"It's okay." Shanglu said.

Xia Jinnan said: "After filming the last scene tomorrow, I should wrap up and leave the group. I hope...we are just friends."

Shanglu also knew that Xia Jinnan would not be able to accept his sudden appearance in front of him for a while. When he came, he had already made sufficient mental preparations, and he didn't care if he kicked the iron plate at this time, saying: "I know gone."

That being said, he still had no intention of leaving, and went to fetch the water himself, intending to boil the pears.

Xia Jinnan didn't care about him, took off his coat and sat on the sofa flipping through the script, the boiling water made a gurgling sound, and the cut pear slices were rolling in the boiling water.

But after a while, the living room was filled with the sweet smell of autumn pears. Phytophthora put the boiled rotten autumn pears into a small porcelain bowl, and added two spoonfuls of sugar before passing Xiajin to the south.

Xia Jinnan felt a little uncomfortable being served by someone he hadn't known for a long time. He took the bowl and put it on the table, and then picked up the script, without any intention of drinking.

Shanglu watched him go back and forth a few sheets of paper that he had turned to the edge and still read with gusto, and said, "Drink while it's hot."

Xia Jinnan snorted and said, "Wait a while, let it cool down."

Shanglu frowned slightly, and said, "It won't work if it cools down."

Xia Jinnan raised his head, his eyes couldn't hide the impatience, and said, "Mr. Shang, you and I are not related, so it's inappropriate for you to do this?"

Shang Lu said as a matter of course: "Why is it inappropriate? We were married before."

Xia Jinnan's face was as cold as ice, and he said, "I don't care if it's a human, a ghost or a god, please let this matter stop here."

Shang Lu frowned and quickly refused, "Impossible."

Seeing Xia Jinnan's face getting colder and colder, Shang Lu said, "I'm sorry, I know I'm a bit abrupt..." I've been looking for you for so many years, how could I let you go so easily?

This incident was unbelievable, Xia Jinnan said: "I don't know how you got here... But you shouldn't disturb my life, Shanglu, it's just a ridiculous contractual marriage."

"You think it's absurd?" Shang Lu's eyes were as black as obsidian, like an abyss.

It was the first time in Xia Jinnan's life that he encountered such a fantastic thing. Before that, he never believed in ghosts and snake gods. Ever since he met Shanglu, the belief he had always insisted on had suddenly changed. Xia Jinnan didn't want to spend more time with him. Say, "Sorry, I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Tomorrow's rivalry with Yue Ru is enough to upset him, he really doesn't want to waste time with him because of such inexplicable and illusory things.

But Shanglu seemed to be able to see through his mind, "Because of Yue Ru?"

"How do you know?" Xia Jinnan responded immediately after asking. Although he didn't know exactly what Shanglu did, he could somewhat guess that his identity was unusual based on the ostentation of the past few days. If he wanted to find out what he couldn't find out?

Shang Lu didn't answer this question, and was the first to give in and said, "The soup is cold."

Xia Jinnan couldn't be more aggressive, so he sat back on the sofa and picked up the script to continue reading.In fact he didn't look into it at all.

Shanglu didn't leave either, and stood by the side all the time. Xia Jinnan couldn't bear his burning gaze, so he put down the script helplessly, picked up a small porcelain bowl and spoon, and put a spoonful into his mouth.

The entrance is fragrant and slightly sweet. Phytophthora did not know how he likes to eat sweets, so he deliberately put a spoonful of honey in it. Xia Jinnan originally wanted to drink a few symbolic sips, but he did not expect that the taste was not bad. It didn't take long for the Sydney water to bottom out after a spoonful of spoonfuls.

Shang Lu followed him to sit on the sofa, and flipped through the script he had put on the sofa while he was drinking soup. Xia Jinnan used various colored pens to outline his own lines on the script, and some places were even more special. The assistant made comments and wrote the movements and positions.