Chapter 29: A kiss in a dream at the summer solstice.
Chapter 29
"Wow!" Chen Xing was surprised at the cleverness of the wind, holding the petals happily, "Your first snow has now turned into heavy snow."
The next second, he took out his mobile phone and started searching "Can tassel flowers be used to make tea?"
Xia Huanming leaned over and found the search history, then he chuckled: "Hahaha..."
Chen Xing asked confidently: "Don't you think it's a waste to drop so much?"
"It's indeed a waste, so what?" Xia Huanming's voice was emotionless, but still very gentle, "Have you found out?"
“It showed up right away.”
When Chen Xing lowered his head to look at his phone, he always felt something touching his hair.
When he looked up, Xia Huanming was holding some petals in his right hand.
In fact, there were petals on Xia Huanming's shoulders and hair, but he didn't seem to have any intention of brushing them off.
"You have some too...ah!" Chen Xing's voice suddenly became excited, and he quickly clasped his hands together, "It's edible! Quick, quick, pack it up."
So when the sanitation lady came over, she saw two handsome guys of different heights spinning in circles with their hands together, trying to catch something.
Sanitation lady: “?”
After Chen Xing's explanation, the sanitation lady smiled so hard that her teeth showed: "I didn't expect that you big stars also like this kind of small things. Here, I'll give you a bag."
The aunt found a clean plastic bag from the car and pushed it into their arms.
Chen Xing clutched the plastic bag and said embarrassedly, "Hey, we are not big stars, we are just ordinary contestants. But, Sister Wang, you should have encountered others doing this kind of thing, right? I just said soak in water, and you understood it immediately."
"Hey, it happens all the time. People who live here want to pick the flowers and plants when they see them."
Sister Wang looked at the other side of the river. The golden light shone on the rough back of her hand, but she smiled happily: "The scenery here is so beautiful, isn't it? I usually like to take a walk here."
"So, Sister Wang, you have been here for a long time?" Chen Xing asked curiously.
Sister Wang raised her chin proudly: "That's right, I was here before you came. In the past, only people from the Science and Technology Park came here. It's much more lively here after you came."
"Ah? Impossible," Chen Xing covered his mouth, "Jiang Yangzi, the scenery here is so beautiful."
"That's right. Oh, by the way, let me tell you, some time ago..." Sister Wang leaned close to Chen Xing's ear and whispered.
Chen Xing was shocked when he heard this: "Ah, really?!"
"Yes, and there is more..."
The two of them started chatting in dialect.
Xia Huanming turned around and opened the plastic bag without saying a word.
Another gust of wind blew, and countless tassel flowers fell slowly and landed right into the bag.
After listening to Sister Wang's complaints, Chen Xing nodded and said, "Though the third year of high school is crucial, you can't stay in the house all the time. Get more sun and walk more, otherwise you will easily get depressed."
"That's right, that's what I told him too," Sister Wang propped up her chin in distress, "If only my son was as obedient as you, your parents would definitely worry less about you."
Chen Xing's mouth froze for a moment, then quickly lifted up. He tugged at Xia Huanming's clothes, asking him to answer, "Hey, Captain, how were you in high school?"
"...Have you forgotten something?" Xia Huanming turned around speechlessly and handed the plastic bag to Chen Xing.
Chen Xing looked inside and saw half a bag of flowers.
Sister Wang came over and said with a smile: "Hey, I see that you have the temperament of someone who does things quietly, just like my husband, who doesn't talk much, but loves to work~"
Chen Xing was very surprised.
He knew that Xia Huanming had a good personality and would help, but he didn't expect him to be so enthusiastic.
In order not to neglect Xia Huanming, Chen Xing quickly reached out and swept his hand across Xia Huanming's shoulder, letting the pale white petals fall.
"And the head..." Before he could finish his words, Xia Huanming had already bent down obediently, and his slightly cool hair brushed across the back of his hand.
Chen Xing's fingertips paused in the air, and then he brushed away the scattered petals.
Xia Huanming's hair is jet black, and just by touching it lightly, Chen Xing can already be sure that the touch must feel good.
Afterwards, they said goodbye to Sister Wang. Chen Xing was so happy on the way holding the bag of flowers.
To repay the bag's kindness, Chen Xing promised Xia Huanming: "The first cup of tea will definitely be given to you."
Xia Huanming shook his head and refused: "I don't like this kind of tea, you drink it for me."
"Okay, I'll find another way to repay you," Chen Xing thought for a moment, "Then if you can't find anyone to rehearse your lines with, just come to me. I'll definitely help you do it."
Xia Huanming was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You said so."
At this time, Chen Xing did not understand the meaning of this smile. He thought that Xia Huanming was happy about finding a rehearsal partner, so he also smiled happily.
They walked to the gate of the villa, and Chen Xing went straight to the kitchen to boil water.
Zheng Qi asked Xia Huanming in confusion: "What's wrong with him? Is he that thirsty?"
Xia Huanming put on his slippers and said slowly, "He wants to make tea for you."
"What? Make tea?" Wang Baiyue and Zhao Xingyu jumped up from the sofa.
The two ran to the kitchen, surrounded Chen Xing who was looking for a teapot, and asked a question each.
"Hey little piggy, what kind of tea did you bring?"
"Pu'er or Tieguanyin?"
"It's not Pu'er or Tieguanyin," Chen Xing found the kettle and turned on the tap to fill it with water, "Wild flowers on the roadside."
"Wild flowers on the roadside?" Zhao Xingyu opened the plastic bag. "They are really wild flowers! Can you drink wild flowers on the roadside? Are they delicious?"
"Tassel flowers, you can indeed drink them by soaking them in water, but they taste even better when soaked with tea leaves," Wang Baiyue suddenly realized, "You two took that detour to pick flowers."
Chen Xing glanced around and asked, "Where are the others? Where are Nian Nian and Pei Ya?"
Zhao Xingyu answered first: "Xue Si Nian is typing furiously in the room, and Zheng Peiya seems to be outside."
"Then I'll bring it to them later." Chen Xing said.
Chen Xing kept his word. After dinner, he really went to look for someone with two glasses of water.
He knocked on Xue Si Nian's door first. Xue Si Nian looked at the door and found that it was Chen Xing. She was shocked: "What's wrong? What important thing do you want to talk to me about?"
"I'd like to invite you to have some tea." Chen Xing spoke in the Cantonese he had learned today and picked up the glass of water.
"Wow, thank you." Xue Si Nian took the glass of water and drank it in one gulp. "Great!"
Chen Xing took back the empty cup, stepped back and said, "Then you go ahead and do your work. I'm going to look for Pei Ya, so I won't bother you any more."
Xue Si Nian pointed directly at the lawn: "I saw her go over there."
Chen Xing really found Zheng Peiya on the lawn. Zheng Peiya had spread out a picnic mat, was wearing a light windbreaker, and was curled up looking at the sky.
The night is like a piece of old satin, soft and heavy, spread across the sky. The stars are the scattered needle holes on the satin, emitting faint light.
"What are you looking at?" Chen Xing took off his shoes and sat next to her. "Come and have a drink of water."
"Welcome to the creator's emo moment," Zheng Peiya was not surprised by Chen Xing's arrival. After taking the cup of water, she slowly took a sip and said, "It smells good."
Chen Xing told the truth: "These are the flowers picked by our captain. I was chatting there and forgot about it. When I turned around, the captain had already finished installing it."
Zheng Peiya was stunned for a moment, then she started laughing.
"You have such a good attitude—" Zheng Peiya's voice sank a little, "Wake up, why did you participate in this program?"
"To make money." Chen Xing supported his upper body with his hands and spread his legs straight, "What about you?"
Zheng Peiya looked at the distant mountains and said, "As for me, I want to see someone."
Chen Xing looked at her: "Who is it?"
"He is a person who I met by chance but encouraged me. He is the best person in the world," Zheng Peiya looked back. "I am not a competitive person, but in order to participate in this program and to see him again, I took the competition so seriously for the first time. I thought I was excellent, but today another group shared their script with me. I feel so useless."
Chen Xing was unhappy and slapped his mat: "Who said you are useless? Didn't you write the script for our group?!"
"No, no, no, what I mean is..." Zheng Peiya spun her water cup, frowned and sighed, "In our group, Nian Nian is the one who writes the main plot. She is good at suspense, plot, and psychology. In short, she is very good. I like to write about relationships between people, so I am only responsible for writing character relationships and dialogues, and adding emotional entanglements. Then the last two episodes became less and less smooth, so I feel like I am useless."
Zheng Peiya's voice gradually became quieter, and Chen Xing finally understood what she said.
This is because I can’t write, and I’ve never participated in a competition, which has caused me too much pressure. Now I’m in a trough.
It seems that not only the contestants but also the screenwriters are under a lot of pressure.
Who told the show to not only evaluate acting skills, but also the script? After the first episode came out, he had to turn off all the electrical appliances in his home and no one was allowed to look at the comment section.
Chen Xing clenched his fists and encouraged Zheng Peiya: "But feelings are also important, right? Without feelings, wouldn't everyone just be tools for the plot?"
"But I..."
Zheng Peiya was about to retort, but Xue Si Nian's voice came from a distance, interrupting her completely: "Pei Ya!"
Xue Si Nian ran up to them, panting heavily. She ran out in a hurry, with only one shoe on, and the other foot was stepping on the upper of the shoe.
Zheng Peiya grabbed Xue Si Nian's hand: "Si Nian, why did you come out?"
Xue Si Nian said anxiously: "I'm still worried about you. I'm afraid you'll jump into the river with the pig."
Zheng Peiya: “…”
Chen Xing: “…”
As expected of a suspense film, one sentence turns a warm moment into a horror movie.
Chen Xing briefly explained what Zheng Peiya was worried about.
Xue Si Nian immediately knelt on the mat and hugged Zheng Pei Ya: "Pei Ya, you are not allowed to say that about yourself! Do you think I am good? My teachers all said that my writing is cold and stereotyped. Everyone follows the protagonist and the plot without any ideas of their own. So before I met you, my characters never really lived."
Chen Xing could see sparkling spots of light in Zheng Peiya's eyes.
"So Pei Ya, your feelings saved them."
After Xue Si Nian said this, Zheng Peiya couldn't hold back any more and started crying with her head lowered.
Xue Si Nian's nose also felt sore and she started crying too.
The two girls hugged each other and cried for a long time. After they finished crying, they held hands and thanked Chen Xing.
The two girls looked at each other's red eyelids from crying and smiled at each other.
Xue Si Nian smiled and said, "It's not a big deal, but we are crying like this."
Chen Xing shook his head: "Hey, that's not right. Suffering is not divided into high and low. If it makes you uncomfortable, it is suffering, and you can cry."
Xue Si Nian stared at Chen Xing and asked, "Chen Xing, have you ever cried? I see that you have a very good attitude."
Chen Xing sighed: "What are you talking about? Of course I cried before. I'm not a robot."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Xue Si Nian clasped his hands together and apologized.
Chen Xing burst into laughter, and the two girls followed suit. The three of them laughed for a long time, lying on the picnic mat.
Chen Xing suggested: "Whenever we feel anxious again in the future, let's get together again like we did today."
So the three of them formed a small group called “Picnic Plan”.
Chen Xing returned to the villa, washed the cup, and immediately sent a few emoticons in the group.
[Niannian]: Great!
[Pei Ya]: Thank you Xingxing for today! Without you, I would have been emo until midnight.
【Chen Xing】: You’re welcome, you’re welcome. It’s my duty.
Chen Xing was busy looking at his phone and didn't pay attention to the road. After pushing open the bedroom door, his head hit the soft part directly, and then he smelled the familiar scent of evening jasmine and jasmine.
He took a step back and took in Xia Huanming, who had just changed into his pajamas, into his field of vision.
Xia Huanming walked over and said, "Aren't you here to deliver water? Why did you take so long to come back?"
After saying that, she covered his cheeks with her hands. Chen Xing was just wondering where Xia Huanming's sense of distance had gone, and the next second the warm palms left him.
It's like an unintentional touch that always happens in tens of thousands of minutes.
He heard Xia Huanming say, "Go outside, your face is getting cold."
Chen Xing immediately understood, oh, Xia Huanming was trying to measure the temperature.
He calculated the time with his fingers and it was indeed quite long. Xia Huanming had already finished his bath.
It's time for him to take a shower.
"Nian Nian, Pei Ya and I went out to have a party." Chen Xing walked past Xia Huanming, walked to his bed and took off his coat.
He wanted to get his pajamas, but before he took a step, Xia Huanming grabbed his arm, and his warm body temperature was transmitted to him through the thin clothes.
Chen Xing turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Was it his illusion? He always felt that Xia Huanming looked a little unhappy.
"What do you call them?"
The voice was also a little lower than usual.
Chen Xing blinked his eyes: "Nian Nian, Pei Ya."
Xia Huanming's mouth twitched, and he continued to ask, "Your name is Zheng Qi or Wang Baiyue?"
Chen Xing answered as a matter of course: "They are older than me, so of course I call them brother."
Xia Huanming: "Zhao Xingyu."
Chen Xing: "Xingyu."
Xia Huanming: "Me."
Chen Xing: "Captain."
Xia Huanming: “…”
Chen Xing could feel the force of the grip on his arm increasing a little bit.
But Xia Huanming's voice was still normal, and his expression didn't change at all: "Don't you think there's something strange?"
Chen Xing thought about it and said, "Oh, that makes sense."
A light of hope ignited in Xia Huanming's heart: "So you..."
Chen Xing: "It should be Captain Xia."
Xia Huanming: “?”
Xia Huanming let go of his hand, or to be more precise, he shook it off.
He turned around and left without even a glance.
This is the first time I see Xia Huanming lose his temper!
Chen Xing was not afraid at all and followed with curiosity.
Xia Huanming ignored him, sat on his bed, picked up the book "1984" and started reading it again.
These English letters made Chen Xing feel dizzy, just like hypnosis, with a three-meter barrier.
Chen Xing resisted the urge to doze off and came over to make peace: "I was just joking just now. I will call you whatever you want me to call you from now on."
The other party did not respond.
"Are you really ignoring me?" Chen Xing sat directly on Xia Huanming's bed, put his head in front of the book, and forced Xia Huanming to only have eyes on him.
Xia Huanming is indeed a professional actor. Even in this situation, he did not fail and moved to the right to continue watching.
Chen Xing immediately followed to the right and said several names at once: "Captain Xia? Brother Xia? Huan Ming? Brother Huan? Ming Ming?"
"Just call me by my name." Xia Huanming's tone was calm, and Chen Xing couldn't detect any problem.
"Then call you Ahuan. I see they all call you that." Chen Xing said with a smile.
"Okay." Xia Huanming nodded.
Why do you suddenly start to care about this?
Chen Xing thought for a long time and came to a conclusion.
It must be because he took Xia Huanming to see the flowers and plants, which touched Xia Huanming's boyish heart, so he wanted to get closer to him.
I didn’t expect that this method would be more effective than him saying he was a fan?
"Who cares? As long as he is happy, that's all." Chen Xing hummed a song and walked into the bathroom.
He didn't know that from that night on, a certain order gradually began to become chaotic, and the balance of the relationship between the two parties was tilting towards one side.
The late spring wind swept through the courtyard, making the clover bushes tear with a slight sound. The scaly clouds split open, and a pale blue sky was cast.
Chen Xing woke up in the early morning.
He sat on the bed and looked around the bedroom as morning light streamed in.
Well, Xia Huanming’s bed was indeed empty.
"You're so hardworking." Chen Xing sighed and got out of bed to change his clothes.
He walked slowly to the first floor.
There were only Wang Baiyue and Xia Huanming on the first floor. They sat at the dining table eating breakfast and chatting face to face.
“So don’t you think it’s weird?” Wang Baiyue took a sip of soy milk.
"Yes, a little bit." Xia Huanming nodded in agreement.
"Then I said, you are so young, not only did you cut in line, but you also had such a bad attitude. At that time, people in the back row were really applauding me," Wang Baiyue shook his head and sighed, "Alas, it's a pity that such a handsome scene was not recorded."
Xia Huanming chuckled in agreement.
Just after taking a bite of the steamed bun, a cool touch brushed past his ear and finally touched his chin. His face was lifted up and he looked up to meet Chen Xing's dimpled smile.
Xia Huanming's Adam's apple rolled heavily, and he could only hear the sound he had been waiting for a whole night.
"Ah Huan, good morning."
Chapter 30
People who have come into contact with Xia Huanming all say that he is very good at observing people's words and expressions.
But he knew that this was not about observing people's words and expressions, he was just Bo Liuchoumian.
So after he fell in love with Chen Xing, he immediately fell into deep thought.
Heartbeat is just a matter of a moment, but love should be made up of countless small things. At this moment, he cheered for such a moment of heartbeat, and then what? Does he like Chen Xing?
He doesn't know.
But he was indeed very comfortable when he was with Chen Xing.
If he were to say, Chen Xing was the one who could read people's expressions and had different ways of chatting with different people. He never stepped on other people's minefields, so he could please everyone and even chat with the tutors.
Zheng Peiya and Xue Si-nian, two shy girls, just nodded and greeted other male artists, and chatted with Chen Xing with laughter.
He would even go to the second floor to ask Chen Xing to read the newly written script.
"I'll go find them."
After Chen Xing said this to him, he went out with two glasses of water.
While Chen Xing was away, he looked through his old Weibo posts in the bedroom.
Chen Xing’s Weibo content is divided into several categories, including selfies, vlogs, and photos of song progress.
Chen Xing's vlogs are relatively rare, basically one every few months, and each one is only eleven minutes long. The content is basically a video of his day, or a trip to a certain place.
The last video was taken during the winter solstice. At the beginning of the video, Chen Xing stood under a street light wearing a thick cotton coat, with the fur of his hat sticking to his skin, revealing only half of his face. The shadow at the end of his eye was pulled lower by the street light, turning into a spread of ink.
Someone said in the voice-over: "Look at the camera!"
Chen Xing then turned around, the light flooding him from head to toe, and the moment he lowered his eyes, all the light was trapped in his eyes.
Chen Xing walked towards the camera and asked with a smile, "How about it? Doesn't this lighting effect look like a catwalk?"
"Resembles! So don't move! It will become blurry if you move again!" said the voice-over.
Chen Xing ignored the man's words and took two steps back, emitting mist as he spoke: "It's time to test your photography skills!"
Xia Huanming read this opening paragraph three times.
It's not that he enjoys watching them, but every time he watches, he becomes more convinced that they are different.
It was like the two of them standing under the tassel tree, only one step apart, yet like two trees growing independently, with their leaves intertwined but not touching.
He knew clearly that Chen Xing took him to see the tassel tree just to express his gratitude to him for taking care of him.
There is a starry sky outside the window, and the only sound in the bedroom is the laughter coming from the mobile phone video.
When Chen Xing was distributing things to the photographers, Xia Huanming felt a lump in his heart, as if some gold or silver thread had tightly wrapped around his arms, leaving him helpless.
In the end, he could only slump his shoulders and sigh, "You are really... gentle and affectionate."
Xia Huanming's heart was like surging waves.
He has always had a strong resonance with the words in "Mountain Moon Records" -
“I am deeply afraid that I am not a beautiful jade, so I dare not work hard to polish myself. But I also half believe that I am a beautiful jade, so I am unwilling to be mediocre and associate with rubble.”
In the video, Chen Xing is concentrating on savoring the food, and the satisfaction brought by his favorite food is revealed on his face without reservation.
Compared with him who is passionate, brave and truly a "beautiful jade", his soul is like a withered lamp that is about to burn out, flowing towards mediocrity day by day. His vain arrogance dismantles him who is unwilling to be mediocre, but he is left with only a lingering breath, and he sinks into the inferiority complex caused by contradictions all day long.
So give up. Whatever this feeling is, give it up.
There is always a winding river between them.
This is the conclusion Xia Huanming came to after rational analysis.
But when Chen Xing leaned close to him to talk, his slightly cool earlobes seemed to be able to feel its presence, and the breath flowed from between his lips and sprinkled on the skin around him.
Itching, tingling.
Not his skin, but somewhere else.
By the end, his eyesight was already unsteady, not to mention that Chen Xing's breathing was so close to him.
All his nerve endings became sensitive strings, and the tiny sound of the friction of the shirt fabric stirred up the uneasy sea in his heart.
Fortunately, he is an actor, and he calmed himself on the eve of the storm and replied calmly, "Just call my name."
Fortunately, Chen Xing did not notice his abnormality.
Before going to bed, Chen Xing said "good night" loudly as usual, and then he closed his eyes and smiled gently.
Well, maybe after a good night's sleep, his feelings towards Chen Xing wouldn't be so obvious. Those throbbing sensations would slowly fade away with time.
However, Chen Xing's words "Ahuan, good morning" made the point he had been hesitating and thinking about all night fall apart.
Chen Xing's breath brushed through his hair, and the coolness on his face climbed up his spine like a raging fire.
Chen Xing wanted to wait for Xia Huanming to say a friendly "good morning", but Xia Huanming stood up suddenly and almost kicked the chair over.
Xia Huanming said nothing in the end and went upstairs in a panic.
Chen Xing held his hands in the air awkwardly, and asked Wang Baiyue in confusion, "What happened to him?"
Wang Baiyue had an all-seeing expression on his face: "He was listening to my story carefully just now, and you stood behind him without saying a word. He must have been scared. Isn't there a saying? The taller you are, the less courageous you are."
"Ah... I thought you all heard my footsteps," Chen Xing pulled open the seat next to Xia Huanming, "He should be back soon. I'll apologize to him when he comes back."
A few minutes later, Xia Huanming came back and sat in his original seat.
There was a thin film of water on his handsome face, and water droplets hung on the ends of his hair.
Chen Xing asked doubtfully, "Did you go wash your face?"
"I'm a little dazed. Wash your face and wake up." Xia Huanming looked at Chen Xing and his voice suddenly became gentle. "Did I scare you just now? Sorry."
"You scared me? No," Chen Xing and Wang Baiyue looked at each other, "Didn't I scare you?"
Xia Huanming was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Yes, there is a little bit."
"Then take revenge on me," Chen Xing grabbed Xia Huanming's hand and placed his palm on his cheek. "Pinch it hard. I'm not afraid of the pain."
Xia Huanming: “…”
I have never seen anyone so happy to be punished. Xia Huanming hesitated for a few seconds, but finally pinched it.
The force was not as strong as Chen Xing had expected, but rather very light, or one could say that it was just like feeling the touch of the cheek flesh.
Wang Baiyue kept yelling: "Oh, if it were me, I would kill you and turn it hard." As he said that, he made a gesture of turning a key.
"You're twisting, not pinching." Chen Xing patted Xia Huanming's thick shoulders and squeezed them very smoothly. "Otherwise, Brother Yue, you can't be the captain. Learn from our team... Ah Huan, this is called loyalty."
Chen Xing stuck out his tongue. He was used to calling him captain, and it would be hard to change it in a short time.
Fortunately, Xia Huanming didn't care and even gave him a reassuring look: "It's okay."
Oh, what a nice personality, Chen Xing thought.
After they finished eating, others came over to eat.
Xue Si Nian was yawning at first, but when she saw Chen wake up, her eyes lit up and she shouted, "Wake up!"
"Niannian, did you sleep well?" Chen Xing greeted with a smile.
"Okay, that's great, thanks to you!" Xue Si Nian opened her arms and pretended to hug him.
As a result, halfway through the journey, Xia Huanming, who was beside Chen Xing, put his arm around Chen Xing's shoulders and asked him to look at his phone. Xue Si Nian could only hug Zheng Peiya.
"This is..." Chen Xing was naturally attracted by the content on the phone and didn't notice the faint smile of the person next to him.
What Xia Huanming showed him was the "Lucky Bag Search" activity announced by the program team in the group. It said that there were a total of ten lucky bags hidden on the practice room floor, and that after finding them, he could exchange them for prizes from the program team.
As for what the prizes are, the program team only replied “confidential”.
"In this case, it will definitely be very lively over there, with everyone rummaging through boxes and cabinets." Chen Xing had already imagined everyone running around.
The program crew must have underestimated how active they are. This group of people can even bring out bibs.
After everyone arrived, the assistant director came over to distribute paper cards.
Chen Xing asked suspiciously: "There are so many tasks today?"
"It doesn't seem to be a mission," Wang Baiyue opened the envelope and waved the paper happily after reading it. "It seems to be a verbal broadcast! Our group is now well-known and can broadcast verbally!"
Chen Xing also opened it and saw that it was indeed a commercial interruption.
He quickly looked up, looking at the words written on the paper in black and white to Xia Huanming, and shared with surprise: "Look, look, we have oral broadcast."
Xia Huanming's phoenix eyes smiled: "Are you so happy?"
Chen Xing nodded: "Yes, this means we can get more money."
"It's not just your group, every group has it, but in the end, we will selectively release certain groups' content," the deputy director explained the oral broadcast details to them, "but didn't the Internet say that we write our own scripts, act and shoot our own plays, and produce and sell our own content? It's a semi-automatic variety show. This ad also has a script, similar to a short play, and it won't be shot regularly. You can just insert it appropriately."
The others answered in unison: "Okay—"
Chen Xing, who seemed to understand, quietly approached Xia Huanming. Xia Huanming lowered his head slightly and whispered in his ear, "It means that we can broadcast it whenever we want."
Chen Xing suddenly realized: "Oh, let's perform anywhere and start from zero frame."
Xia Huanming: "Yes."
Chen Xing thought this was interesting and looked through the playlist again. There were four groups of products from different fields on the list, all of which Chen Xing knew.
That set of laundry detergent is an old friend. He has it at home too. Xiao Wu uses it frequently and often repurchases it.
If it wasn't for spoilers, Chen Xing wanted to tell Xiao Wu the good news right now. But then he thought, if they could accept this advertisement, their agent and company must know about it, and Lu Qing should have told Xiao Wu.
In addition to looking for lucky bags, there is another thing to do today: do makeup.
After breakfast, a group of people went to the dressing room again. As soon as Chen Xing entered, Xiaoling pulled him to the locker room.
This time, the clothes are more retro in style. Under the grey suit jacket is a red and blue floral shirt, and steel blue washed knee-length jeans. The waistband is pulled up to the lower abdomen, and the metal buckle in the belt flashes from time to time under the warm yellow light.
This colorful color really has the flavor of summer.
And it is very similar to the makeup that Chen Xing usually wears, except that there is one more accessory.
When Chen Xing walked out of the dressing room, Xiao Ling was lowering her head to send a message. When she heard the voice, she looked up and smiled at Chen Xing, "It really suits you."
Back in the dressing room, Zhao Xingyu first noticed the difference in Chen Xing and shouted in surprise: "Xiaozhu, you are wearing glasses!"
Xia Huanming turned sideways and looked through the gap between the makeup mirrors. The wall lamp gave Chen Xing's hair a warm yellow halo. The black thin-framed glasses without prescription fell in front of Chen Xing's eyes. The lenses would refract a faint cold light at a certain angle. He put one hand in his pocket and stretched one foot out. The scar on his calf made him look like he had experienced something great.
If it was sunshine and flames before, it is more chic now.
Xia Huanming seemed to want to stare through Chen Xing's smiling face. When Chen Xing walked towards him, he naturally shifted his gaze away.
When Chen Xing passed by Xia Huanming, he stopped deliberately and pushed his glasses towards Xia Huanming's makeup mirror.
He just asked, "Does it look good?"
Xia Huanming replied immediately: "It looks good."
Chen Xing was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly, said "thank you", and returned to his seat happily.
Xiaoling finished her makeup skillfully, and Chen Xing, who was very satisfied with the result, gave her a thumbs up.
Xiaoling said proudly: "Of course it's faster this time because I don't have to paint my whole face black. This is my normal speed."
After finishing the makeup, Chen Xing ran to the next studio. The scene on the screen changed again, with a few more wooden cabinets bought from some second-hand market, placed in front of the white cloth.
Chen Xing placed one hand on the top of the cabinet and used the other hand to flip through the vertical traditional Chinese version of "Cultural Journey".
The director asked him to read a book, and he actually started reading it.
Maybe he played too many games, so he finished reading the whole page smoothly except for some complicated traditional Chinese characters.
Chen Xing sighed in his heart: "Oh my god, I can actually understand it all."
The director thought the surprise was a great feeling and asked the photographer to take a few photos.
Xue Si Nian praised generously: "Handsome! Xiao Zhu, come and see, the photo is really handsome!"
The photographer laughed: "What's the matter with that? I should say he is handsome."
Xue Si Nian slapped his head and said, "Oh, yes, the cooperation between you two is the icing on the cake."
Zheng Peiya said cheerfully, "Master of keeping things balanced."
Everyone present, including the staff, laughed.
Taking advantage of this lively atmosphere, Chen Xing changed two more poses and took several photos.
While he was putting on makeup, Xia Huanming stood by and waited for his turn.
In addition to taking solo photos, this time he also had to take a few couple photos. Naturally, he was partnered with Xia Huanming, who had the most rival scenes.
Xia Huanming used hair oil to slick his hair back. The double-breasted suit with peaked lapels wrapped around Xia Huanming's inverted triangle body. He didn't even use shoulder pads, and his broad and thick shoulders automatically formed a fold. He wore his suit open, and the corner of his white shirt with a stand-up collar was hidden in the waistband of his trousers. The high waistline and Oxford shoes made his legs look ridiculously long, straight like two telephone poles.
If you only look at Chen Xing, he is also tall, but when standing next to Xia Huanming, he looks like he is 170cm tall.
I should have put on two insoles earlier, Chen Xing thought in annoyance.
The director asked them to stand back to back, saying that he wanted to capture the scene in which neither of them was willing to give in to the other.
The director instructed Chen Xing: "Especially Chen Xing, just think of him as your mortal enemy. Don't pay attention to him. Look at him with disdain. Don't be like now where everyone knows he is your friend."
When the director said this, the two were standing side by side, with the backs of their hands touching.
Being able to watch Chen Xing wearing glasses up close, Xia Huanming already felt a little itchy. Then he heard Chen Xing muttering quietly, "But how could I hate you?"
His fingers trembled.
Did this person do this on purpose? Or was it an accident?
When Xia Huanming was already feeling uneasy, Director Yu made things even worse by asking them to pretend to fight: he lay on a wooden bench, while Chen Xing stepped on the side of his legs with one foot and pulled up his collar.
He met Chen Xing's extremely cold gaze. He was neither anxious nor impatient, but instead felt a little strange, and the cymbals in his heart were striking loudly.
"Boom, boom, boom."
It shook three times.
"Tap. Tap. Tap." Director Yu kept tapping on the script with his pen. "Chen Xing seems to be getting into the role, but why does Xia Huanming look so stunned?"
Xue Si Nian thought: "Maybe it's because they have never quarreled before, so they don't know what to do."
Director Yu was a little shocked: "You guys have such a harmonious relationship, and you haven't had any disputes until now? I thought you would have at least had a fight because of a disagreement."
Xue Si Nian and Zheng Pei Ya looked at each other, recalling the conversation between the two. Not to mention fighting, there wasn't even a single harsh word between them.
Let’s not even mention Chen Xing, he has a God-given good temper; although Xia Huanming is dull and doesn’t talk much, if you go to him with any questions, he will be very responsible and will respond to your requests.
Even if Zhao Xingyu acted like a jerk in front of him, he would remain silent or simply ignore him.
These two people happened to be roommates, so their relationship became even more harmonious.
"No, the relationship between all of us is pretty good." Zheng Peiya said this with a little pride.
Director Yu helplessly reminded the two people who were filming: "Xia Huanming, you should also be angry. The two of you are enemies now. You are love rivals. Don't be so polite to your love rivals."
"Sorry." After apologizing, Xia Huanming calmed himself down. The next second, his eyes suddenly became fierce and he grabbed Chen Xing's wrist.
Although Chen Xing was frightened by Xia Huanming's ferocious appearance for a few seconds, he quickly recovered and maintained an attitude of disdain and indignation towards "Xia Huanming".
"Okay, okay, this is great." Director Yu was quite satisfied. "Chen Xing's expression is very good, very talented."
Only Chen Xing himself knows how he achieved his level.
He hypnotized himself with inner mumbling: just imagine that he was the thief who stole the takeout in college and was caught by me; imagine that it was him who proposed the early morning clocking in; imagine that it was him who turned off the computer and caused the three hours of song he had worked on to be lost.
How abominable!
The more Chen Xing thought about it, the more he got involved. He gnashed his teeth in hatred and dragged Xia Huanming towards him until the director shouted that the filming was over.
Xia Huanming understood him, and asked him as he stood up to put his clothes in order, "What did you think of?"
"I thought of the thief who stole my takeaway food in college," Chen Xing said angrily. "He left me without food for three days. I was so mad at him."
Xia Huanming straightened his collar and smoothed down Chen Xing's hair: "Did you catch him in the end?"
Chen Xing enthusiastically shared his memories: "Someone else caught him. It seemed like they had specially arranged to catch him. He was a sophomore and a repeat offender. After catching him, he was punished on the spot. It was awesome!"
Xia Huanming listened quietly, taking in Chen Xing's excited expression.
Perhaps because he was too obsessed with his first love, God took pity on him and let him have a dream about Chen Xing that night.
This dream was very real.
Chen Xing's attire had not changed at all, he was still wearing the same pair of glasses, but they were in the same office.
The furniture is all redwood, reflected on the tile floor, and the 90s-style bookcase is filled with various ancient books. On the table is an open bottle of wine, with a strong aroma of roses and brandy.
He and Chen Xing sat at opposite ends of the desk. Chen Xing turned the wine glass in his hand and chatted with him, and then they both got drunk.
Chen Xing walked around the desk and came in front of him. He used his index finger to unbutton the top button of his shirt and pulled it hard, making him look at him.
Xia Huanming's neck was hurt by the cold metal buckle, but his eyes moved down to Chen Xing's lips, and his Adam's apple rolled.
When he saw his uninjured legs, he knew he was dreaming.
"Chen Xing" asked him coldly: "Are you afraid?"
He shook his head.
"That's good." "Chen Xing" lifted his chin and gently bit his lower lip.
Xia Huanming could hear the sound of his suit rubbing against the leather, as well as his heart beating continuously and his blood beginning to surge. He reached out to grab Chen Xing's waist and lifted him towards himself. Chen Xing knelt on one knee between his thighs.
"Chen Xing" was obviously displeased.
"you……"
"Chen Xing" The muffled groan that escaped from his throat was held between his lips and teeth, and the overlapping silhouettes of the two were reflected in the mirror of the bookcase.
In the entangled breaths, Xia Huanming had already taken the initiative, rubbing his lips with his canine teeth, and using the tip of his tongue to push open the upper palate of "Chen Xing" who was trying to maintain control, so that he could thoroughly taste the glass of brandy.
He squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Xing, whose glasses were crooked and had a red glow from drinking. The moment "Chen Xing"'s fingers dug into the back of his neck, the lights suddenly dimmed.
"Chen Xing" looked at him fiercely and pushed him away.
Xia Huanming leaned back and heard "Chen Xing" say in his ear: "Xia Huanming, you are drunk, you should sober up."
The next second, his vision gradually blurred, and the bookcases, office chairs, and "Chen Xing" in front of him, everything was moving backwards.
The dream was cut into intermittent films, and finally disappeared into a white dot, and the light pierced the thin eyelids.
Xia Huanming woke up.
Perhaps because the dream was too exciting, Xia Huanming's lips were dry and his body was hot and uncomfortable. He took off his pajamas, opened the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his brows, a little bit unable to understand himself: "Why would I have such a dream..."
He muttered, and then heard a sound that overlapped with his dream.
"Are you awake?!"
After washing up, Chen Xing saw Xia Huanming got up. He walked a few steps to him and turned around to show himself dressed neatly.
Xia Huanming looked at Chen Xing who was smiling brightly.
I didn’t wear glasses today, Xia Huanming thought.
"What do you think? I got up earlier than you today..." Chen Xing's originally loud voice gradually became softer, and his eyes stayed on a certain place.
Xia Huanming followed Chen Xing's line of sight and looked down.
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