Iceberg actor gave birth to a mink for me

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It was as if an electric current poured in from the Baihui acupoint, from the numbness of the scalp to the toes, Di Ying squinted his eyes in comfort.

"Call again..."

The sound of the second time sounds more numb than the first time.

"Brother Shadow."

Di Ying couldn't help pulling him into his arms, fearing that what he saw was an illusion.

"It's been a long, long time since you called me that..."

Ling Ji obediently let him hold her.

"I thought Brother Ying wouldn't remember me."

A good face was painted into a little dog, Di Ying reached out to wipe the stains on his face, and wiped the black powder with one hand.

"Okay...how do you dress up like this?" Like a poor homeless kid.

"I want you to remember me more." Ling Ji said honestly.

"What are you talking about," the lips and tongue paralyzed by alcohol could not understand the words, "How could I forget you, didn't I recognize you when I met you for the first time?"

The person in his arms seemed to have some resentment.

"You only remember me when you're drunk, and you forget me when you wake up."

"Impossible," Di Ying said more stubbornly than ever after he was drunk, "No matter what you or Xiao Jizi has become, I will recognize it."

Ling Ji sighed helplessly, talking to himself.

"You remember it clearly now, and you won't remember anything tomorrow morning."

Di Ying couldn't hear him clearly, and couldn't understand what he said, so he beat him back unreasonably.

"It's obviously you who came to me after so long...I've been waiting for you for many years."

A complicated expression flashed in Ling Ji's eyes.

"I haven't left you, where are you, where am I, but you can't see me. When I am qualified to stand in front of you, you only treat me as a stranger."

"nonsense."

Di Ying began to play tricks incoherently again, hugging him, chewing and chewing, coaxing him to call herself "Brother Ying" over and over again.

Ling Ji was tired and began to accuse him: "Brother Ying, I still have three letters to learn, why don't you teach me?"

"No," Di Ying insisted, "When you finish learning the alphabet, you will definitely be clamoring to learn sentences."

"What's wrong with learning sentences, I was supposed to learn sentences."

Di Ying said confidently, "I won't!"

Ling Ji suppressed a smile: "If you can't, just say you can't. Why did you teach me blindly? I studied it hard..."

Di Ying domineeringly blocked the rest of the words, how can a student question the teacher, it is really outrageous, and needs to be severely punished.

He didn't stop until he punished the man until his lips were red and swollen, and then made a fuss about the suit he was wearing.

"Xiao Jizi, who am I?"

Ling Ji thought he was coaxing himself to call him again, so he followed his will: "Brother Ying."

"No, you are wearing the clothes of the landlord's servant. I am the youngest son of the landlord. What should you call me?"

Ling Ji blushed: "Young master."

The young master couldn't stand such a cute servant, so he hugged him and kissed him again and again.

The servant managed to snatch a break to speak: "Master said, the young master is going to marry a new wife."

The young master gently held his hand: "Even if all the adults lie to me, I know that person is you. I take off your red hijab, and you are my bride."

The boy's dirty face couldn't hide those bright eyes.

"Xiao Jizi, I will only marry you as a bride in my life."

Ling Ji stroked his cheek, thinking of what Xin Yi said during the day, his heart ached.

"For so many years, have you been in the sky, watching what happened that day over and over again?"

"It was my unilateral thought that you had a good life, that you didn't need an insignificant little Jizi, and wanted to stand by your side with an identity more worthy of you."

"Sorry, I'm late."

"It's not too late," Di Ying said, "No matter how long you come, I will wait."

"Then," Ling Ji moved his lips, and finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most, "Do you like Ling Ji, or Xiao Jizi?"

The eyes stained by alcohol were blank, "Why do you ask that, the two of you... aren't you?"

"..." Joy welled up in Ling Ji's eyes, it seemed that there was nothing in this world that he needed to worry about.

Tired, Di Ying slowly closed her eyes, but held her tightly in her arms, afraid that she would disappear again when she woke up.

Ling Ji put his ear on his chest, listening to the steady heartbeat, intertwined with his own.

He raised his eyes, looked at Di Ying with fascination, and whispered softly:

"I like them all...whether it's Di Ying or Brother Ying, I like them all..."

……

The opening ceremony started, and director Xin led the crowd to burn incense and worship God early in the morning, praying for a smooth shooting.

It is said that when Dao Xin was young, he especially despised this kind of link, thinking it was superstitious.Since the studio caught fire 19 years ago, he has been more devout than anyone else every time he turned on the phone and worshiped God, and he began to take a bath and eat fast a week in advance.

Director Xin doesn't like to be disturbed by outsiders when he's filming. The two days of the opening ceremony and the finale ceremony are the only days open to invited groups.

Reporters and fans surrounded the scene tightly, and Di Ying and Ling Ji were the focus of interviews.

"Teacher Di Ying, may I ask what prompted you to study filming with Director Xin? Is it because you plan to be a director, direct and act in the future?"

Di Ying cherished words like gold in front of reporters: "I have this plan."

"If you were a director, which actor would you most want to invite to your play? There are many outstanding actors on set today. Is there any actor you would like to work with?"

"It depends on the role of the script."

The reporter wanted to ask questions, but was interrupted.

"I am only an apprentice in the group this time, please leave more interview opportunities to the actors and creators on the scene."

Hearing what he said, the other reporters had no choice but to transfer their interviewees to Ling Ji.

"Mr. Ling Ji, this is the first time you have acted in a movie after your comeback. May I ask what made you drop your previous job and choose this movie?"

"Because it's Director Xin's play."

"Then if the director is Di Ying and invites you to his play, will Teacher Ling Ji consider it?"

"Look at the script."

"The premise is that the script is appropriate."

"Look at the characters."

"The roles are a good match."

"Look at the schedule."

"The schedule is very free."

"Look at the pay."

"..."

Everyone else couldn't help laughing. This reporter was obviously digging a hole for Ling Ji. No matter the answer was "yes" or "no", he could make a fuss from CUHK, but Ling Ji didn't jump. Everyone felt the reporter's anger. have no choice.

Ling Ji said lightly: "I'm just a supporting role in the film, please interview the leading teachers more."

Then a reporter raised his hand to ask Wei Xin, and the atmosphere returned to normal.

Zhen Guomin wore a double-layer mask today, and even Ke Xipi laughed at him for making a fuss out of a molehill.

When he took off the mask behind others' backs, Kosippi was startled.

"Why is your face swollen?"

Not only was Zhen Guomin's face swollen, but his respiratory tract was also swollen, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"Someone must be wearing fur. I searched all night, but I couldn't find who it was."

"What do you do if you are on camera like this, does Director Xin know?"

"I took allergy medicine, and the swelling will subside tonight, but I can't find the allergen, and if I come into contact with it, it will happen again. I have to find this man in the mink coat. He, Brother Di Ying and Teacher Ling Ji Both have been in contact, or it may have been one of the two."

Ke Xipi imagined the picture of these two people wearing ermine, and anyone who wore it felt that it was inconsistent.

"Help me keep an eye on Teacher Ling Ji, as well as the people around him, assistants, makeup artists, drivers...Anyway, as long as you see people wearing hair, don't let them go."

"I'm staring at Ling Ji, are you staring at Di Ying? I think you just don't give up. If you don't get close to these two people, nothing will happen?"

"No! My face is swollen like this. If I don't gain anything, it would be a big loss. As long as the allergens can be eliminated, there will be no obstacles between me and Brother Diying!"

Once the movie starts, everyone has their hands full.Di Ying managed to take advantage of the rest time to be alone with Ling Ji, and also to avoid the staff who might appear at any time.

"Ms. Ling, I have a question. I woke up in your bed this morning. Xiao Jia said he was sleeping next door. Then where did you sleep last night?"

After Di Ying woke up, he was alone on the bed. Xiao Jia came over and said that Ling Ji would go out at four o'clock to prepare for makeup. Before leaving, he specifically told him not to wake him up and let him sleep for a while.

When Xiao Jia said this, he asked him with a mysterious face if cosplay was fun?

Di Ying drank again, and couldn't remember anything about the night before.

The only thing that is certain is that when I wake up, I am very satisfied, like having a perfect dream. Although there is no trace of the content of the dream, there is still a sense of satisfaction in my heart, which makes people want to lie down and reminisce endlessly.

Ling Ji remained calm, but talked a little more than usual.

"I made do with you all night. You get unconscious every time you get drunk. What if you choke on yourself? Next time you can't drink, just drink less. Don't always make people worry."

"That's it?"

"What else do you want?" Ling Ji asked back.

"What about cosplay?"

A blush flashed across Ling Ji's face: "Who did you listen to, Xiao Jia? Then why don't you ask him, I haven't learned a foreign language, so I don't understand what you're talking about."

Suddenly something flashed in Di Ying's mind, it seemed to be a sentence, or something he said himself.

—Okay, why are you dressed like this?

Di Ying repeated it silently in her heart, and several broken pictures flashed in her memory.

"No, you wait..."

Afraid that he would leave, Di Ying clasped Ling Ji's wrist, covered his head with the other hand, and recalled with difficulty: "I seem, I seem to see you and become..."

Ling Ji: "Rabbit!"

"It's not a rabbit, how could you become a rabbit... what kind of rabbit?"

A rabbit also appeared in front of Di Ying's eyes, a real live rabbit.

Ling Ji's wrist was still clasped by him, of course it was impossible to turn into a rabbit, and the surprised expression on his face was similar to his.

The crew stopped their work and looked around, there were at least a hundred rabbits, all kinds of white, brown, brown, and various colors. Everyone present had never seen so many rabbits at one time.

The group of rabbits seemed to be frightened and ran wildly on the set.

"What's going on here!" The assistant director yelled, "Why are there so many rabbits?"

One of the group performers is a local villager, speaking in a strong dialect: "Our village is nearby, and there is a rabbit farm. Why does it look like I ran out of the farm? Do you want me to take responsibility for them? Telephone?"

"Hurry up!" the assistant director urged him, "Should we still make a movie with so many rabbits?"

Before the call got through, a middle-aged uncle ran over panting and introduced himself as the owner of the farm.

His accent was stronger than that of the ensemble performer just now: "Just now a mink entered the arena. It ran so fast that it didn't catch it no matter how hard it was. It kicked all the doors of our cage open. There are thousands of ferrets in the arena. Rabbits, scare me away!"

The assistant director couldn't understand what he said, so he imitated his accent: "What did you say? What did you get in?"

"It's a mink (two beeps)!"

"What is a mink?"

The host clapped his hands and jumped anxiously: "It's a mink! A bleached mink!"

The assistant director had no choice but to ask the extra villagers: "Quickly translate, what is he talking about?"

The villagers didn't know how to translate it in Mandarin: "It's a mink, you don't know what a mink is?"

He was also anxious, and gestured towards the owner: "You describe it to them, what does it look like?"

"Whatever a mink can look like, don't you just look like a mink!"

The host was reincarnated in a hurry, looked around, found Di Ying in the crowd, and was like a savior:

"It looks like that! It looks exactly like him!"

Di Ying: ...grass.