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Originally planned to open another room for Xi Yufeng.

Jiang Ruo thought that he was used to being a boss and wouldn't do these miscellaneous jobs, so he suggested, "If it's not convenient, let me drive it for you?"

Xi Yufeng, who was standing at the door, said, "It's not inconvenient. It's just that if we open another room, it's hard to say what they will talk about tomorrow."

Jiang Ruo was speechless again.

After a while, I asked, "How do you know..."

"I heard." There is no need to hide anything, Xi Yufeng said, "The matter started because of me, and I will help you settle it."

The crew of "Ying Fei" allocated double rooms to the main actors. Generally, one bed sleeps people, and the other bed piles things.

Jiang Ruo has little luggage and has nothing to pile up. The other bed is always empty, which is convenient for receiving "guests".

Ten minutes later, Jiang Ruo took out the newly bought towel and reluctantly handed it to Xi Yufeng: "Take a shower first."

Xu Shi's expression was too heavy, seeing this situation, Xi Yufeng couldn't help hesitating: "This is...your towel?"

"It's new, it's never been used." Jiang turned around crisply, out of sight and without pain in his heart, "Remember to soak it before upper body."

When someone entered the bathroom, Jiang Ruo realized it belatedly—what is "your towel"?Do I look like one of those perverts who force their personal belongings onto other people?

Xi Yufeng took a quick shower, but when he came out, Jiang Ruo had a sullen expression on his face.

It's just borrowing, the seats and air ducts don't matter so much.He sat down on the empty bed in the twin room and toweled his hair.

The small space is full of moisture, mixed with sweet and greasy fragrance.

Jiang Ruo smelled it, it was the discounted shower gel he bought at Sister Wang's supermarket last time.

His eyes flickered to the other bed, and Jiang Ruo saw Xi Yufeng wearing the clothes he had when he came here. Perhaps it was because his body was not dry, his shirt buttons had not been buttoned yet, and his wet black hair was hanging down on his forehead. The unmistakable face added a touch of freshness and gentleness, which neutralized a lot of the coldness emanating from the inside.

Just as he was thinking, Xi Yufeng suddenly turned his face away, Jiang Ruo looked away as if nothing had happened, and continued to fiddle with the clothes in his hand.

This time, Xi Yufeng didn't ask him "Have you seen enough?" like last time.

When Jiang Ruo came out of the shower, he saw Xi Yufeng leaning against the head of the bed with a laptop on his lap, moving his left hand on the touchpad, apparently processing documents.

Didn't you say go play golf?Playing during the day and working at night, this is the boss's time management?

I only complained quietly in my heart, but didn't really say it.Jiang Ruo still has some self-consciousness as a debtor, or a beneficiary.

He lay down on the bed, half covered with the quilt, picked up the thick script and continued to read.

After reading a few lines, I heard human voices coming from the computer on the next bed.

The person who made the video call with Xi Yufeng might be his assistant, reporting to work.

Jiang Ruo lamented how hard it was to be a worker and had to work at night, and glanced at the screen. On it was a somewhat familiar young man whose surname seemed to be Shi. Jiang Ruo went back to "negotiate" and this was the person who took him upstairs.

"Where is Rongsheng?" Xi Yufeng asked.

"I talked to the person in charge of them in the afternoon, and I heard that I was not very satisfied with the new cooperation plan."

"Those investors?"

"There are already two previously negotiated divestment intentions."

"Well, keep watching."

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After Jiang Ruo listened for a while, he began to yawn.

It's more hypnotic than math class.

He didn't even know when he threw the script beside his pillow, but he only vaguely remembered hearing Xi Yufeng say "keep down" before his consciousness disappeared.

Jiang Ruo has always been a good sleeper, so the moment he woke up, his five senses were already in place, and he immediately noticed something strange.

As soon as his eyes were opened, Jiang Ruo caught a black shadow beside him from the corner of his eye. Jiang Ruo turned over alertly and quickly reached for the head of the bed.

The "weapon" was not touched, but a hand was touched.

Slender and well-defined, it is a hand that can be judged beautiful just by the touch.

Still warm.

The rapid heartbeat that was intentionally ignored a few hours ago returned, and Jiang Ruo could even hear the sound of blood pouring into his heart.

Time stopped for a moment and moved forward again because of a deep voice.

"Know who I am?"

Breathing stagnant for a few seconds, Jiang Ruo nodded.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Ruo felt the hand he was holding shake.

"Then you still don't let go?"

Turning on the bedside lamp, Xi Yufeng bent over and picked up one of the mineral water bottles piled up on the bedside table.

Jiang Ruo watched him return to the bed next door blankly, then turned to look at the digital clock beside the bed, it was 23:[-] in the morning.

Don't sleep at this point, get up to find water to drink?

Or video conferencing until midnight?

Xi Yufeng obviously didn't intend to explain this, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip, frowned because he felt his mouth was astringent or the water was too cold.

Maybe it's the same expression of reluctance when using cheap shower gel.

After taking two sips, he screwed back the cap of the bottle and put it sideways on the head of the bed, Xi and Feng met that straight gaze again.

Receiving the look of "what's the matter", Jiang Ruo shrugged: "I used to think that you rich people only drink the freshly harvested, pure natural unprocessed dew."

Xi Yufeng: "..."

There was nothing to talk about in the middle of the night, Jiang Ruo yawned and lifted the quilt to cover half of his face.

Just as I was about to close my eyes, I heard the person in the next bed say, "I'm not as scary as you think."

The calm tone was talking about being captured by Jiang Ruo just now like a thief.

Maybe something else.

Since the other party brought up the topic first, Jiang Ruo was blunt and said innocently, "How do you know that I regard you as a bad person?"

There is a kind of arrogance that pushes forward, because he is sure that Xi Yufeng has enough cultivation, and he has no leisure to care about him.

Sure enough, Xi Yufeng stopped talking and raised his hand to press the last light source.

The shooting started at [-] o'clock the next day, and Jiang Ruo got up at [-] o'clock, washed up and went to the cafeteria on the first floor.The crew has a time slot, and all crew members can have breakfast for free.

When I entered, I ran into Director Zhou, who seemed to be waiting here long ago. When he saw Jiang Ruo, he immediately walked over: "Wake up so early? Go back and sleep for a while. I'll have someone deliver breakfast."

Jiang Ruo said no, Director Zhou leaned over and lowered his voice: "Isn't Mr. Xi not used to living here? There's nothing you can do about the hotel at this level. If you lack something, just tell the production assistant. I won't be here later, so you can't neglect Mr. Xi."

Hearing that Jiang Ruo rolled his eyes wildly in his heart, he said to himself that you are still here, Mr. Xi is also there, it would be better if I am not here and you are all here.

On the surface, he was still polite: "I'm not used to living here, I think he lives very well."

Now Director Zhou was relieved, and then that understanding expression reappeared: "That's not because of you."

Jiang Ruo: "..."

What to do, I really want to persuade him to see an ophthalmologist.

In fact, when Jiang Ruo woke up, Xi Yufeng was no longer in the room.

But the laptop is still by the bed, Jiang Ruo guessed that he might come back to pick it up.

Or maybe not, he has assistants and so many subordinates, why bother to go there himself.

And the goal has been achieved. When I came to the shooting site today, everyone looked at Jiang Ruo with kinder eyes, and some even had some curiosity about "how did he do it".

Tang Jianian was also in Group B today, and pulled Jiang Ruo aside before filming and bit his ear.

"I heard that your family came yesterday?"

Jiang Ruo pretended to be stupid: "Which one?"

"Oh, stop pretending. Director Zhou went to Group A today. He caught the production manager and asked who was spreading the rumors."

"It turns out that Director Zhou is not only responsible for casting, but also responsible for discipline inspection."

"The main reason is that the rumor this time is too outrageous, and I don't know who has such a cheap mouth."

Jiang Ruo also felt strange about this matter, a little gossip would not have fermented to such an extent.

Before I had time to think about it, I suddenly heard a loudspeaker beside the stage calling for the actors to gather.

Jiang Ruo quickly cleared up his mood and stood up: "I'll go first."

"Go quickly." Tang Jianian called him by the name in the play, "Brother Fangyuan, come on!"

Here Jiang Ruo went into filming, while Xi Yufeng just came out of the hospital there.

Meng Chao's mother suffered a sudden illness and was hospitalized yesterday. As the younger generation of a family friend and also engaged to the Meng family, Xi Yufeng went to visit her.

The doctor said that the patient needs to rest, Xi Yufeng did not enter the ward, and took a look through the perspective window on the door.Mother Meng was lying flat on the hospital bed, her face was pale, and she was resting with her eyes closed.

When asked what was wrong, Meng Chao, who usually had a hippie smile, rarely showed fatigue: "Old problem, I said I had a dream, and then dreamed again..." He paused at this point, but he didn't say clearly, "I don't eat or drink. Standing in front of the house, I can't stand it at noon."

Xi Yufeng knew a thing or two about the old affairs of the Meng family, but he didn't ask any further questions, and left as soon as he was concerned.

Back in the car, I called the familiar dean and asked him to take good care of my friend's mother.This is the only thing you can do at this time, and staying there will only add to the chaos.

Xi Yufeng left in a hurry after receiving a call in the morning, and something was left in the crew's hotel room.

I planned to go back and get it, but when I was checking out the card, I ran into Director Zhou who came out of nowhere, saying that Jiang Ruo was filming a dance scene in Group B, and asked Mr. Xi if he wanted to go and see it.

It was the weekend, and there was no arrangement in the afternoon, so the table and the wind responded.

I was about to shoot at the place.Interior, three or five camera positions, countless light panels, a dozen or so staff members surrounded the small stage.

Director Zhou wanted to arrange a front seat for Xi Yufeng, but Xi Yufeng said, "No, it's right here."

As soon as the words were finished, the spotlights came on, and Xi Yufeng stood outside the crowd, looking over the heads of the crowd, and landed on the empty stage.

The blank screen was quickly filled, and Jiang Ruoyou, dressed in white, came up.

The word "swimming" is used purely because he is too soft, and his dancing steps are as light as a swimming fish.

He didn't wear shoes, showing a slender ankle, and the veins on the instep were faintly visible.He stepped on the floor with bare feet, and his already fair skin became transparent under the strong light.

In my impression, ballet dancers have strong legs, but Jiang Ruo doesn't.

His legs were long and well-proportioned, with a smooth line, so that they did not have the bulky feeling of excessive strength.His body is very thin and his bones are bony, but he can complete those seemingly difficult movements cleanly and without dragging his feet.

It is an antonym of being strong on the outside but doing something on the inside. It looks thin, but it is enough to explode with amazing power.

Jumping, running, breathing, spinning... With a calm and hard-working attitude that has been immersed in the stage for many years, he squandered his inexhaustible energy and enthusiasm.

In front of him is a completely different Jiang Ruo, dancing to his heart's content in a world where he is the only one.

There was silence all around, and everyone held their breath in unison.

The scene will be more shocking than the video, Xi Yufeng has already guessed.

But he didn't expect the 17-year-old Jiang Ruo to be so different from what he saw now.

From arrogance and pride to openness, it is like using the body as a container and injecting the soul into it, a reshaping similar to self-destruction.

In the last big jump that was similar to the ending, Jiang Ruo landed steadily, but after a bang, his body swayed violently.

As if being drained of strength, a gust of wind blows over and is about to fall down.

This premonition experience is in the next second.

Xi Yufeng watched him as light as a cloud, swaying and crooked in the wind, gently opened his arms, and disappeared from the screen in an instant.

At the end of the story, the audience fell into darkness.

The body is ahead of the consciousness, and after reacting, Xi Yufeng has already taken a few steps forward involuntarily.

The staff also surrounded it, even though there was a sponge pad under the stage, the protection measures were sufficient.

Through the narrow gap, Xi Yufeng saw the white-clothed boy propped up on the mat to stand up, and somehow sat back down.

Because of the fall, his hair was a little messy, so he dialed it casually, raised his head and said something to the staff around him, probably "it's okay" or "it doesn't matter".

When he got up again, Jiang Ruo turned around slowly, his eyes passed the unimportant people in front of him, and landed on a fixed point.

At this moment, the director belatedly made a "click", bringing everyone back to reality.

Xi Yufeng saw that Jiang Ruo's lips were slightly pale, showing a sickly weakness.

The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing an almost presumptuous smile.

No one can tell whether it is the joy of being alive after a catastrophe, or the joy after being hearty.

Across the sea of ​​people and the short distance, the only thing Xi Yufeng can be sure of is that his smile is aimed at himself.