On the bone

Chapter 75

The camera shot straight at Ning Huiran's face, and Xia Pei's emotions were all hidden in his gradually reddened eye sockets and the back of his hand, which was desperately suppressed, with tooth marks on it.

Yu Li thought this was a good one, so he raised his head and said it was fine.

Ning Huiran seemed to be still immersed in the role, he didn't stand up in time, still biting the flesh on the back of his hand, in order to pursue the shooting effect, what fell at his feet were real props, and there were crumbs of dishes all over the floor.

Mu Mingyi kicked the debris aside with his feet, cleared a path, and walked over to pull him.

Jiang Yuhan didn't let him do this, and pulled Mu Mingyi's arm back, saying rather dissatisfied, "Brother, why do you care about him? Don't hurt your feet..."

Before the words fell, there was another person behind the two.

Zhao Rui grabbed Jiang Yuhan with his big hands like pincers, and he was more unhappy than this person: "Eating carrots salty and worrying about your ass?! He is so grown-up and can still be tied by broken glass, come here!"

The ending sound and the strength of the hand were ruthless at the same time, Jiang Yuhan was stubborn and refused to let go, Zhao Rui pulled a long string, and the three of them all took a few steps back.

Later, Jiang Yuhan had a lot of roles, unlike the previous two times when he left after filming, he had to join the group for a period of time, and it was time to wrap up after filming. Zhao Rui felt relieved to see the dawn.

According to the prediction of Jiang Yuhan, a child with problems, Zhao Rui believes that his return to the group this time will be the most challenging level in his career. With Mu Mingyi and Ning Huiran, this kid will not be able to calm down. After picking him up from the airport, Zhao Rui's temples began to jump up.

In Zhao Rui's view, Jiang Yuhan not only has a kind of paranoid fanaticism towards his senior brother, but also has a naive mind, always eating Ning Huiran's dry vinegar for no reason, and targeting him everywhere.

Ning Huiran is not a troublemaker either, he has not turned against Jiang Yuhan openly until now, and fights, I am afraid that there is some consideration for Mu Mingyi, but no one can tell where the bottom line is, Zhao Rui's mind flashed again. The last time he raised his foot to kick Jiang Yuhan's heart, he looked murderous.

Frowning together, the force on Jiang Yuhan's arm was subconsciously more ruthless—if any other moth hit the top of the trending search, "Kissing Summer" would not be able to do it even if it didn't want to publicize it with great fanfare. It doesn't make any difference to shout everywhere with a loudspeaker, when the paparazzi of the Yuji media and all walks of life flock to it, no matter how awesome Zhao Rui is, he can't resist it.

He has a feeling that there must be a special reason why Mu Mingyi doesn't want to promote this film. Once things go against his wishes, no matter whether he fights the fire to make up for it or lets it go with the flow, his fate will not be better.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rui swore secretly that he would take care of Jiang Yuhan as the kindergarten teacher took care of the kid. He broke the claw off his boss, dragged Jiang Yuhan out of the shed by the back of his neck.

The two left, and the set was much quieter. Before Mu Mingyi bent down to start his hands again, Ning Huiran stood up by himself, with nothing visible in his expression, but a little too quiet, and his tone was indifferent. He asked Mu Mingyi if he had a cigarette. ?

It wasn't that Ning Huiran didn't bring it, it was because he had finished smoking. When he was talking, he kicked away the fragments and walked to the chair, took out a shriveled cigarette case from the hanging pocket, shook it, and there was nothing left.

Mu Mingyi also returned to his seat, unpacking a new box in his hand, and gestured to Ning Huiran to come over.

His seat was closer to the door, Ning Huiran went up quickly, tossed the whole pack out of Mu Mingyi's hand, threw the crumpled waste cigarette pack casually, and rolled towards Yu Li's feet.

"Why is he there?" Yu Li kicked him leisurely, then raised his head and asked Mu Mingyi.

"Smoking." Mu Mingyi lowered his head, took a cigarette in his mouth, and followed him out.

"What's wrong? Come back soon," Yu Li yelled impatiently from behind: "I have to talk to Ning Huiran about the scene before the end of filming, and I'll call him back after a while, did you hear me?"

....

The sound was quickly overwhelmed by the bustling studio, and just after stepping out, a damp smell in the air flooded into the nostrils, Mu Mingyi took a deep breath of cigarette, and looked around.

Just like the scene where I ran into Cheng Xinhai and Qin Ran that day, the sky was gray, and a heavy rain was brewing as expected. The rain scene that day did not use a rain-making cart, just picked a ready-made one.

Soon, in a remote corner deep in the studio, a tall and thin figure appeared in Mu Mingyi's eyes. This person was leaning against the wall, with his hands in his trouser pockets, biting a cigarette, and his lower lip opened and closed to quickly swallow the smoke. The kind of pumping that is not willing to leave the mouth.

Unconsciously frowning, Mu Mingyi walked over.

"Smoking like this will do the trick." As he spoke, he reached out to pinch the cigarette in Ning Huiran's mouth.

The other party turned his face away, which meant rejection.

Mu Mingyi looked at him for a while, then clamped his finger again, and flicked off the ash. He straightened his head, his gaze fell heavily into the distance, his mouth opened slightly, and a wisp of white smoke fluttered out.

Neither of them spoke, except for the sound of wind and rain hitting the eaves, nothing more could be heard. At some point, Ning Huiran's smoky and hoarse voice slowly rang out: "Brother Yi, I don't know what's going on in my heart." Comfortable."

Mu Mingyi looked at him: "Has Yuhan bothered you?"

A cold sneer: "He is a big fool."

Hearing that it was not, Mu Mingyi continued to ask: "Then why?"

Ning Huiran pondered for a while, as if he was phrasing words, or hesitating whether to say it or not: "Brother Yi, can you teach me a way of acting, that is, I can devote myself to the role without being affected by the role? ...I can't figure it out, it's so fucking uncomfortable."

More than once, after the sound of 'cut', people could not pull away in time even though their ears could hear the command to terminate. Even Ning Huiran had a strange feeling that the owner of this body was no longer him, beating His heart doesn't belong to him either, and all it carries are Xia Pei's feelings and emotions... He needs a long period of time to calm down and then replace his own.

And as the plot progresses further, Xia Pei's emotions continue to pile up, and this feeling of being separated from his body and personality becomes more intense, and it is difficult to control himself. Smoking is not a good thing at all, but now Ning Huiran has no other choice.

Thinking, he went to look at Mu Mingyi, his eyes fell on his mouth.

Involuntarily, he licked his lips.

Mu Mingyi's deep words sounded in his ears: "I can't teach you, there is no such method, acting needs to be honed over time, you lack the experience off-camera, and it is inevitable that you will be influenced by the character you create, don't go Just think about it."

To put it lightly, Ning Huiran slandered, biting his lower lip at Mu Mingyi, a little annoyed: "Can't we kiss?"

He really wants to kiss, not to mention this kind of work, he just misses making out with Mu Mingyi. Last time Mu Mingyi saw that he couldn't make a show, so he deliberately kissed him for a long time in the dark studio under the pretext of smoking. I can't forget it now.

"He's inconvenient."

It was about Jiang Yuhan, who was clingy and troublesome.

"Fuck," Ning Huiran flicked the cigarette far away: "Why did you find such a bastard?"

It seemed to appease Ning Huiran's anger, or deliberately teased him to play. After stamping out the cigarette butt, Mu Mingyi turned around and walked back with Ning Huiran, and quietly went to scratch his palm, scratching a Kind of a fancy itch.

Sure enough, Ning Huiran couldn't hold back his laughter, and bumped Mu Mingyi's shoulder.

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