His last words were as soft as a whisper.

But there was silence in the carriage, and Rong Jing was sitting behind Xie Xuanqing's seat, at this moment, the light voice reached his ears without omission.

"...Do you know what you're talking about?" After a rare moment of froze, Rong Jing's tone became even lighter, and she asked in a cold voice.

The slender fingertips clenched unconsciously, and Rong Jing realized at this moment that he had been unable to see through Xie Xuanqing's fate——

Sudden startled in her heart, Rong Jing lowered her brows and eyes, and the aura of her whole body became more and more cold.

Xie Xuanqing was not frightened by his expression, and the smile on his lips became even deeper: "Mr. Rong didn't hear clearly just now?"

He raised his eyes, and his deep eyes looked straight at the rearview mirror, gazing at Rong Jing's face in the mirror.

Taking into account the slightest changes on the other person's face, Xie Xuanqing continued: "I said, I am pursuing you—"

"Mr. Rong."

Rong Jing: "..."

You can't pretend you didn't hear it now.

It was the first time Rong Guoshi experienced such a situation, and subconsciously frowned.

The previous vague guess was directly affirmed by the righteous master. He was silent for a moment before replying in a low voice: "...I refuse."

Love is nothing more than a passing eye, Rong Jing never thought that one day she would join hands with a woman or a man for the rest of her life.

He was abandoned by his parents in the wilderness when he was born, and after being picked up by the Taoist master, he devoted himself to cultivation, and after he went down the mountain, he devoted himself to supporting justice. The only person who can be called close along the way is his close friend Xie Chong.

Now, it is very likely that Xie Xuanqing, who was the reincarnation of his best friend back then, looked at him with that very familiar face, with deep emotions in his eyes that were difficult to express.

It's not necessarily that there was no wavering in her heart, but Rong Jing finally withdrew her gaze, her expression still as indifferent as ever.

The interior of the carriage suddenly became quiet again, and the slight sound of the engine rang in his ears. Xie Xuan looked at the road ahead lightly, and turned the steering wheel calmly.

He seemed a little too calm.

As if he had expected Rong Jing's attitude, Xie Xuanqing slowly parked the car opposite Rong Jing's residential area, and then turned his head and said, "Is this Mr. Rong's answer?"

Rong Jing lowered her eyes, and unconsciously tapped her fingertips on her knees: "Yes."

"That's why Mr. Rong avoided me all of a sudden, because he felt that I was pursuing Mr. Rong, didn't you?"

Rong Jing: "..."

"Does Mr. Rong think that my pursuit of you offended you?"

They clearly had a lot of friendship before, but now Xie Xuan put his hands lightly on the steering wheel and asked him questions in a restrained and respectful tone, which made Rong Jing feel inexplicably displeased.

but--

Why should he?

If you are not in the mood for love, then naturally you shouldn't have too many and cross-line demands on the other party.

Rong Jing leaned lightly on the back of the chair, her amber eyes lightly looked at the crowd passing by outside the car window, and finally said: "It doesn't count."

Xie Xuanqing's previous actions did not really offend him.

Even though Rong Jing is a little irritable now, he has never been the kind of person who will erase the advantages of the other party.

Xie Xuanqing is a gentleman and restrained enough. Even now, he seems to be maintaining an extremely polite attitude. No matter how upset Rong Guoshi is at this time, he can't say there is anything wrong with Xie Xuanqing.

It's just that he thought his expression was indifferent, but Xie Xuanqing looked through the smooth rearview mirror, but he could see his brows furrowed unconsciously, and his pale pink lips pursed because of a vague sense of impatience.

——His Mr. Rong is really sincere.

Xie Xuanqing's state of mind was not without fluctuations when she heard Rong Jing reject him.

Instead, he almost subconsciously wanted to let go of the steering wheel——

Since we can't be together, why not leave together?

It's just that such thoughts are really crazy. Xie Xuanqing couldn't tell where such thoughts came from. After a moment of excitement, he quickly stabilized his mood and covered up all those crazy thoughts.

In addition to the rationality that dominates the brain, Xie Xuanqing looked at Rong Jing's fresh and full of vitality in the rearview mirror, and had to admit that deep down in his heart, he was also reluctant to part with Rong Jing's extremely beautiful but also extremely cold eyes. His eyes lost their luster.

Sighing secretly in his heart, Xie Xuanqing's gaze slowly passed over Rong Jing's long silver-white hair hanging over his shoulders, and fell on his fingertips that were lightly resting on his knees and unconsciously clenched.

"It's good that I didn't offend Mr. Rong." Xie Xuan smiled lightly, "After that, can I continue to pursue Mr. Rong?"

Rong Jing: "?"

The beautiful eyebrows frowned even tighter, Rong Jing raised her eyes and looked at him seriously: "I have already rejected you."

"...I know." The smile on Xie Xuanqing's lips finally faded a little.

He slightly lowered his eyelashes, his expression looked a little pitiful from Rong Jing's perspective, and his tone was soft: "I just can't accept it for a while."

So I couldn't help but want to keep trying.

Rong Jing didn't know what to say for a moment.

If it were someone else, Rong Jing would get out of the car and leave long after the car stopped.

But Xie Xuanqing's situation is a bit different. I don't mention the existence of Xie Chong, but only said that after he came to this world, Xie Xuanqing also helped him a lot, and the connection between them is also the most——

Rong Guoshi is indifferent but not ruthless. What's more, his own feelings for Xie Xuanqing have some subtle changes without knowing it.

Under the support of various factors, Rong Jing tapped the door switch lightly with her left hand, but in the end she still frowned, and said to Xie Xuan lightly again: "You were born to bear the fate of Tiansha, and you don't have to force many things."

After all, the fate of Tiansha... the most painful thing is the three words "I can't ask for it".

——Even though he already knew what his fate was, Xie Xuanqing couldn't help but frown when Rong Jing said this calmly.

He could feel that Rong Jing's attitude towards him was actually different from other people's. The other party's attitude towards him was far more indulgent than Rong Jing's own imagination.

It's just that at some very occasional times, Xie Xuanqing noticed that Rong Jing's eyes would unconsciously look at him with a hint of nostalgia.

As if looking through him at another person.

Xie Xuan lightly recalled those eyes, looked at Rong Jing's delicate and cold eyes, and wanted to ask for a moment, Rong Jing rejected him, was it because of the existence of "that person"?

It's just that the words came to his lips, but Xie Xuanqing still didn't say them.

Holding the steering wheel with both hands, after a while, when even Rong Jing couldn't help but looked up impatiently, Xie Xuanqing finally said again: "...Can we continue to be friends from now on?"

The deep eyes are as calm as a deep pool, making it difficult to peek into the undercurrent that is stirred up below.

Rong Jing raised her eyes and looked at him, and after a few seconds, she looked back.

"……Um."

His answer was very soft, but the silent carriage amplified all the sounds. Xie Xuanqing couldn't help but smile when he heard his answer.

Smiling slightly, Xie Xuanqing did not stop Rong Jing from getting off the car.

"Then...see you next time, Mr. Rong."

A deep voice came from behind, and Rong Jing suddenly felt that she had stepped on something again before she knew it.

However, agreeing to continue to be friends was Rong Jing's own decision, even if it was only caused by a momentary soft-heartedness, Rong Guoshi couldn't go back on his word now.

Fortunately, Xie Xuanqing seemed to have really kept his last words in mind. After returning home, Rong Jing glanced at WeChat, and the other party just calmly sent a cat expression pack, thanking him He didn't say anything more about the previous help.

Xie Xuanqing: I forgot to say that this time the special department asked me to sign an agreement in the past. Certain clauses in the agreement will be of great help to the future development of the Xie Group.

Xie Xuanqing: No matter what, I still want to thank Mr. Rong for your help.

Xie Xuanqing: [Maomao Kiss.gif]

Rong Jing: "..."

Frowning and thinking for a few seconds, Rong Jing finally replied.

Rong Jing: You're welcome.

After dealing with the teaching problems of the special department, Rong Jing stayed at home and continued to study the script.

About three or four days later, Sang Lianyun contacted Rong Jing.

Sang Lianyun: Film Emperor Mu has already agreed to sign a contract, and he will be able to join the group around the end of this month.

Sang Lianyun: Teacher Rong, are you busy at the end of the month?If it's appropriate, can we set a time?

Now the two biggest guys in the group, one is Muyunzhou Muyingdi, who became famous at a young age and just won a Shidi not long ago, and the other is the one who brought his own investment into the group, with the Xie Group and Wang Group as his backing Rong Jing.

At this moment, the equipment team is fully prepared. Although Sang Lianyun is anxious to start the machine as soon as possible, he still needs to see the opinions of these two bosses first.

It's also fortunate that both of them are excellent talkers, otherwise, when the filming is actually going on, Sang Lianyun, a young director who has just graduated, probably won't be able to control the scene at all.

In fact, Cheng Yuan was still a little worried, but he looked at Sang Lianyun, who was always in a state of tension and excitement, and smiled lightly, then turned and went to the kitchen to see how the ribs were steamed for half an hour.

Just as he was about to reach out and hold the chopsticks to test the rawness, Cheng Yuan's hand was gently patted away by Sang Lianyun.

"Didn't you say that I will do all these things. Your hands are used to write scripts, Jingui. What if you get burned?"

He clearly had a rough and handsome face, and his figure was also tall and strong, but when he was talking about others, he was babbling, and his expression was not only not majestic, but rather mother-in-law.

Seeing this, Cheng Yuan obediently withdrew his hand.Seeing that he was going to take out the ribs directly with his hands, he raised his hand to pull him, and then handed over the clip at hand.

Sang Lianyun took it naturally.

Bringing the finished pork ribs and a dish of fried vegetables to the restaurant outside, Sang Lianyun went to serve two bowls of rice and put them in front of himself and Cheng Yuan respectively, and then began to eat and chat face to face.

They have experienced this kind of daily life no less than hundreds of times, as if it should be so natural.

"The film emperor Mu has already vacated the schedule, and Mr. Rong also said that he can join the crew at the end of the month." Sang Lianyun subconsciously shared with Cheng Yuan, "And Mr. Rong even made a fortune for the crew, saying that it is 28 It's best to turn it on at ten o'clock that morning..."

Although he knew that Teacher Rong's true identity was a celestial master, but when Sang Lianyun faced this fact, he still couldn't help being a little dazed.

He reached out to grab a piece of pork ribs into his mouth, and the next second, Sang Lianyun let out a "hiss", and a glass of cold water was stuffed into his empty hand: "You said me just now? You didn't pay attention when you were eating. "

Cheng Yuan said something to him, but in the end he was still worried about where he was burned, frowned, and bent down: "Open your mouth and let me see if there are any blisters."

"No way..." Sang Lianyun raised his head obediently and opened his mouth as he spoke.

The tip of the tongue is a little red, but it's okay.Cheng Yuan looked at it carefully for a few times before he was relieved: "Concentrate on eating."

Sang Lianyun: "...ah."

Just now Cheng Yuan leaned a little closer in order to observe the burning of his tongue.

The slightly pale skin magnified in front of his eyes, and it was the first time that Sang Lianyun discovered that his best friend's skin was so smooth.

And when he got close to his eyes, he also realized that the other party's skin was not purely pale, but a faint blood color floating under the thin and tender skin, which looked very beautiful.

And his eyelashes, dense and long, Sang Lianyun couldn't help thinking of a girl whose nickname was "Eyelash Essence" that her roommates said in the dormitory when she was in college.

He had already forgotten the girl's appearance, but Sang Lianyun felt that Cheng Yuan in front of him was qualified for the title of "Eyelash Master".

And those eyes... Cheng Yuan has always been gentle and polite, and those eyes are as calm as the lake in the school.

But at this moment, he carefully looked at whether there was any burn on the tip of his tongue, and his brown eyes were full of worry visible to the naked eye, so touching that one couldn't help but want to lean over and kiss her.

...Wait, what is he thinking?

Sang Lianyun was frightened by his thought just now, and his ears turned red quickly. It was not until Cheng Yuan had confirmed that the burn on his mouth was okay and stood up straight again that he came back to his senses belatedly: "...I knew."

Cheng Yuan, who has been inseparable from him all year round, keenly sensed something was wrong when he saw his expression.But after Sang Lianyun answered the words, he buried his head and diligently ate the rice. Cheng Yuan glanced at him and sat back in his seat.

This time Sang Lianyun didn't serve any more forks, and after eating seventy percent full, his mood finally stabilized.

Cheng Yuan's body is weak, and he can't absorb it well if he eats too fast, so when Sang Lianyun finished eating, Cheng Yuan continued to chew slowly.

It was the first time for Sang Lianyun to observe his best friend so seriously.

The other party is a screenwriter, and those hands are used to write the script, Jin Gui.

Also good looking.

And his hair, others say that those engaged in literary and artistic creation are prone to baldness, but Cheng Yuan's hair still looks very thick and feels good to the touch.

There was also a slow grace to the way he ate.

The more Sang Lianyun looked at it, the more he felt that everything about Cheng Yuan was good, and there was almost nothing bad about it.

"...Is my chin sticky with rice grains?" His gaze was very vivid, Cheng Yuan endured it for a while, and finally couldn't help but put down his chopsticks, "How long are you going to stare at?"

I reached out and touched my face, but there was nothing sticky.

Sang Lianyun answered irrelevantly: "A Yuan, you look so good-looking."

Cheng Yuan: "..."

"You have a fever? There seems to be no antipyretics at home. Is it too late to go to the hospital?"

Cheng Yuan was about to stand up and put on his coat to go out, Sang Lianyun: "No! I don't have a fever."

Scratching his face, Sang Lianyun said, "I just suddenly feel that you, A Yuan, are quite good-looking."

Cheng Yuan stood still, frowning and looking at him seriously.

Could it be that this elm's head has been enlightened?

When Cheng Yuan was thinking this way, Sang Lianyun continued: "...how about you also make a cameo in the movie?"

Cheng Yuan: "..."

"Looks like it's burnt down, let's drink porridge tonight."

Sang No Meat No Joy Director Lian Yun:?

Fortunately, Cheng Yuan was only angry for a while, and in the end he didn't really give Director Sang only porridge.

And at the same time.

Rong Jing stayed at home when her heart suddenly moved.

He casually made up a hexagram and calculated it, but it was because he brushed away the darkness in Cheng Yuan's couple's palace before, and now the other party's red luan star is moving, and the right fate is approaching, as the celestial master who indirectly promotes the relationship between the two, Rong Jing followed Received a hint of induction.

It's just that the Red Luan and Xingdong have not yet formed a pair, and the marriage is near but not yet, and there are probably still some days to pass.

Rong Jing gently dispersed the hexagrams, and then inexplicably thought of Xie Xuanqing——

The other party seems to have indeed retreated into the category of "friends". Although there are still some exchanges every day, they are very brief.

But that's fine too.

Rong Jing seldom lost his mind for a moment, and then quickly came back to his senses, lowering his eyes and thinking.

Isn't this the best result after he rejected Xie Xuanqing?

It's just that his fingertips brushed the screen of the phone unconsciously, and the screen lit up in an instant, Rong Jing subconsciously glanced at WeChat, and then: "..."

Poker-faced, she got up and put her phone back in the bedroom to charge. Rong Jing half-sat on the sofa outside holding the script, taking advantage of the sunlight to continue studying the script.

In a blink of an eye, the 28th arrived.

Because most of the scenes of the film are distributed in the hospital, after getting the investment from Xie's Entertainment and Ruiming Entertainment, the crew simply rented the old site of the hospital that had just moved out before, and now they are starting the machine, and they will go there directly hold a ceremony.

The remodeling of the hospital has long been completed. The old hospital, which was originally a bit dilapidated, has had its white walls scraped again. The place that used to be the Department of Neurology has now been transformed into the Department of Psychiatry in the script.

The beige wooden door has lost some paint and looks a little mottled.

A handsome young man in a white coat stood beside the wooden door, his amber eyes were as cool as a glacier.

It's not yet eight o'clock, and Sang Lianyun is still calling the staff to arrange the next opening ceremony.

Rong Jing was wearing his own private clothes inside, but Sang Lianyun handed over the white coat outside, saying that the first scene was probably about him having a play with Mu Yunzhou, and asked him to find out.

Rong Jing didn't refuse, so it became the current situation.

"Is the cold air flowing back again today? Why does it feel a little cold..." Sang Lianyun carefully moved the shooting equipment to be used next, and then looked up at the sky with red eyes in wonder.

Obviously things are very heavy, and moving around will make you sweat a lot, but Sang Lianyun helped the camera crew a few times, and ran a few times after him. Instead of being hot, he felt a little cold.

The rest of the staff also felt that it was a little too cold. After rubbing their hands together, they always felt that the heat of the sun did not fall on them, and they were chilled eeriely.

Cheng Yuan, who came earlier and had a weaker body, was so cold that his lips turned white.

Sang Lianyun moved the last camera out of the car, saw Cheng Yuan curled up on the chair in a blink of an eye, suddenly remembered something, and quickly went to find a blanket to take it.

"It's okay to go out tomorrow morning, but the weather is really..."

Sang Lianyun looked at Cheng Yuan's white lips and frowned unconsciously, got up again and asked where there was hot water, took a cup of thermos and came back, carefully gave Cheng Yuan a few sips, and stuffed him with water. Warm your hands.

It's not that Cheng Yuan is really sick, it's just that he has a congenital deficiency and his body is weaker than ordinary people.The environment here is gloomy and cold, and he didn't wear much when he went out in the morning, so he was a little uncomfortable with the cold right now.

Pulling the blanket tight, Cheng Yuan unscrewed the thermos cup to blow the hot air from it, then drooped his eyelashes again, and took a small sip.

Her pale lips were slightly pink after drinking hot water.

Sang Lianyun watched his movements, his Adam's apple moved up and down, feeling a little thirsty for no reason.

Uncontrollably, he stretched out his hand and wiped the two flakes of powder, the soft and slightly warm touch was especially obvious in the cold weather.

Cheng Yuan's hand holding the vacuum flask trembled: "Sang Lianyun, what are you doing?"

Sang Lianyun came back to his senses: "..."

Can he say that he doesn't know what he was doing just now...

Cheng Yuan's eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and now he looks at people with a cold face, and he also has a gentle bookish air.

Thick black hair hung down on the reddish ear tips, Sang Lianyun opened his mouth, but whispered: "A Yuan, I feel like I like you..."

Cheng Yuan: "?"

Rong Guoshi himself who happened to pass by: "..."

Sang Lianyun and the others felt that the environment here was gloomy and cold, not because of the cold current.

The hospital itself has a history of more than a hundred years, and I don't know how many lives it has taken.

In addition, the patients who died here were usually tortured by illness, and the Yin Qi and the resentment at the time of death were condensed in one place, and settled in this area with the passage of time, forming such a strange sense of environment.

It's not difficult to solve this situation - in the end, it's just some Yin Qi and resentment hovering here.

Rong Jing specially asked Sang Lianyun to set the opening ceremony for today, in addition to calculating that this day is very suitable for Sang Lianyun himself, he also had the idea of ​​using this solstice day to directly purify and dispel those grievances.

It's just that Rong Jing just found the place with the strongest resentment and wanted to go there, when she heard what Sang Lianyun said.

"..."

He probably knew why he figured out that this day was especially compatible with Sang Lianyun.

He casually glanced at the two of them, and saw that Sang Lianyun's and Cheng Yuan's auras were vaguely connected, and there was a faint peach pink reflected between their brows in the sunlight.

It is the image of the red luan in pairs, falling flowers and bearing fruit.

After hesitating for a while, Rong Jing still lowered her eyes, and said "Congratulations" lightly.

Cheng Yuan: "..."

Didn't he agree yet, why did the celestial master congratulate him?

——No, the point shouldn’t be that Sang Lianyun’s elm-headed confession has still been heard? !

After knowing it, he began to blush, and Cheng Yuan's neck almost turned red.

Sang Lianyun, on the other hand, was a little calmer. Although he was a little frightened, he reflexively replied "Thank you" to Rong Jing.

Although it has not been fully explained, the emotions in the corners of their eyes and brows are hard to fake.

It's just that it was a strange emotion for Rong Guoshi.

Joyful and close, bold and shy.

... Is this the feeling of human love?

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