On the bone

Xia Pei likes to lie on the window sill of his bedroom, rest his head in the soft arms and wait for Cheng Xinhai to appear downstairs. He can tell which one is Cheng Xinhai from the color of the car body and the shape of the roof at a glance. car.

In the beginning, he only ran once or twice a week, and before long, Cheng Xinhai took Xia Pei to the grocery store every day, and if time allowed, he would have dinner together before sending him home.

In the cold winter when he was 17, Xia Pei's half-brother and half-sister were born one after another. His parents divorced quickly, and each had a flash marriage with their children as if they had made an appointment in advance. In just one winter vacation, his family fell apart, and Xia Pei lost all.

Since then, he has suffered from night phobia and sleep disorders. The lights in the house must be on until the early morning, and the time to sleep with his eyes closed is very little. In front of him, he can sleep peacefully with a small light source beside the bed...

It was a handmade sculpture night light given to him by Xinxinhai.

The corners of his mouth curved, Xia Pei lowered his head to wipe the glass counter, and from time to time, he turned his head and peeked at Cheng Xinhai, who was leaning against the shelf, holding a booklet and drawing something.

At this time, there was no one in the store, it was quiet, only the small noise made by the tip of the underlining pen scratching the hard paper.

I glanced over again and was caught by this man.

Cheng Xinhai raised his chin, showing his pretty neck, looked at him with a half-smile, but didn't speak.

Xia Pei hurriedly lowered his head, pretending to be serious about his work, and deliberately got down on the ground with a rag to wrestle with a certain stain, when a voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Is there a fire? I can't find it."

Quickly straightened up and turned around, Cheng Xinhai had already stuck to him, with his arms wrapped around his back to trap him within a square inch, propped on the edge of the counter to reach the lighters sold at the right rear.

The tip of the nose and the side of the face were attached to Mu Mingyi's warm neck, and his Adam's apple would tremble slightly when he spoke.

"Why can't I always find the lighter, did you hide it on purpose?"

"Blind...nonsense."

Ning Huiran immediately regained consciousness, saying that the lines were missed.

"Stop, stop, stop!..." Yu Li frowned in pain, NG three or four times in just half an hour, from the moment Ning Huiran wiped the unnatural upper corner of his mouth on the counter just now, he wanted to shout Ka, and he has been holding back until now : "Are you struggling? Does anyone owe you money? Or did you not have a good bowel movement in the morning?"

The script was rolled into a tube and pointed at Ning Huiran.

"Isn't it just a sweet period of flirting and being teased? Is it necessary to act like this?! You have all kissed your stiff ass? I don't even have to let you look at the camera, you see Look at how many hairs on your trousers you have grabbed with your own hands?! You will have a hole in it."

He opened his hand, and the sweat was covered with tiny fluff, which was on the woolen fabric on the side of the trousers.

Ning Huiran gnawed at his knuckles, he couldn't help following Mu Mingyi with his eyes, and naturally showed a look of help. The man lowered his eyes, didn't look at him, and turned his face to let the makeup assistant touch up his makeup.

Pei Xiaoxiao also came up to wipe the hair on Ning Huiran's hands. Even after wiping like this, the other hand couldn't help rubbing the hem of his trousers, and got a lot of it.

Shaking his hands distractedly, Ning Huiran said anxiously, "I'm sorry, sister, I didn't mean to."

Pei Xiaoxiao didn't care, took his hand and tried it again, gently persuading: "Of course, why are you getting nervous now after filming so many scenes? You survived the kiss scene, what is this?"

Stiffly pulling the corner of his mouth, Ning Huiran didn't speak.

No one knew that he was not nervous at all, but uncomfortable.

After that turmoil, Mu Mingyi didn't say a word to him except that he had to play the right words.

He has never experienced this kind of indifference and alienation, it is simply unbearable, he has no time to think about what is wrong with him, just dealing with the strong emotional contrast between the inside and outside of the play is enough for him to exhaust himself physically and mentally, and his acting skills and psychological quality are not enough to support him He completely separated Xia Pei and Ning Huiran.

Soon, the director asked to do it all over again.

With a sound, Mu Mingyi pressed against him, and the body temperature passed through seamless body contact. His nose was filled with the smell of this person. Ning Huiran turned his head as hard as he could, and pulled the corners of his mouth passively, trying to squeeze out a more relaxed expression. Smile: "Blind..."

After only one word, Mu Mingyi left him.

Yu Li pointed at Ning Huiran, and said to stop for a while, let him rest for a while, and then shoot after adjusting.

No matter how much he didn't like the actor to call stop instead of the director, Yu Li couldn't say anything. He wanted to tell them to stop a long time ago, what kind of acting was he doing, so he threw the notebook on the table angrily, and Yu Li walked out of the studio.

Slowly squatting down and wrapping his arms around his knees, Ning Huiran hugged himself tightly, the lighting was very bright, and Mu Mingyi's shadow on the ground gradually faded away from him until it disappeared.

Squeeze your arms and tighten them harder.

**

After taking a few sips of water, Ning Huiran took the paper towel handed over by Pei Xiaoxiao and wiped off the sweat on his face. Ning Huiran lowered his head, folded the paper towel in half and then in half, and finally formed a small pile in his hand.

After taking a deep breath, he found that not only could he not restrain the depression and loss spreading in his heart, but even the whole studio made him feel hard to breathe.

Can only go out.

Putting on the earphones, playing the lines of the script he read in advance on the phone over and over again, this is the only way he can find himself immersed in the character, it is becoming more and more difficult for him to be Xia Pei now, he can't tell the difference between Mu Mingyi and intentional ocean.

The thin headphone cable wrapped around his fingers, and he unconsciously put it in his mouth to bite, completely covered by a shadow, and when the clean ankle under the light-colored cropped trousers appeared in front of his eyes, Ning Huiran raised his head in a daze.

The line of sight climbed up bit by bit, and finally met Mu Mingyi's gaze.

Because Ning Huiran was sitting on a very low step, only slightly higher than the flat ground, from his perspective, this person was like a towering snow peak under the sun, cold and dazzling, making people unable to open their eyes.

"Yi, brother Yi..." Restrained to get up, the other party pressed his shoulders and sat back down.

"What are you listening to?" Sitting next to Ning Huiran, Mu Mingyi took one of his earphones and stuffed it into his ear.

They sat in a remote corner of the yard, some distance from their shed, and the pile of waste and debris half a person's height blocked part of the line of sight, making the place feel isolated from the world.

At this time, apart from the gentle breeze and the warm sunlight, there is only Mu Mingyi's heartbeat that speeds up unconsciously as he approaches...

After only listening for a while, Mu Mingyi put the earphones back to the original place, thinking that he accidentally touched him, and his earlobe was touched by his fingers, Ning Huiran trembled sensitively, but at the next moment his whole back was tense. Straight, something rushed through his body like a torrent, making every pore of him open...

Mu Mingyi touched his neck.

At first, he rubbed lightly, so soft that he couldn't feel the hardness of the phalanx, then the fingertips became heavier, and he stroked his hair from the root of his neck with force, rubbing and even pulling his hair root randomly...

A slight pain, but it seems to be caught in the heart, Ning Huiran's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and the emotions accumulated in the past few days were vented at this moment, and he felt his vision blurred: "I'm sorry, brother Yi, don't be angry with me, At that time, I really didn't think it would be so serious, it was all my fault..."

"I am not angry."

As if not convinced, Ning Huiran tried hard to rub his eyes, trying to see the other party clearly.

The long-lost tenderness was released from the eyes, and the corners of the mouth curled up a little, but they were really smiling to themselves.

The tears became more impulsive, as if Mu Mingyi just laughed like this, he immediately turned into that childish crybaby, and before he could wipe the tears down, Ning Huiran tried his best to cover them with his hands in embarrassment: "Hey, look What am I doing...it's like a neuropathy, Brother Yi, please ignore me..."

Before closing his mouth, he was pulled into a warm chest by the hand behind his neck, and Mu Mingyi's hand naturally dropped, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Don't cry, you can't film with swollen eyes."

Biting his lips hard to hold back the tears, he couldn't cry. Xia Pei and Cheng Xinhai are in a sweet period now, his eyes should be the most bright and flawless, and his eyebrows will always smile crookedly.

Taking the initiative to support Mu Mingyi's other waist, Ning Huiran closed his eyes, using the warmth of this person to slowly calm down the agitation in his heart...

Warm breath scattered in the pinna, and he heard him say: "You are very good."

How miraculous, Ning Huiran could feel it, not only Xia Pei's seeds began to grow crazily in his body, but even his sluggish little heart was alive again.