Chapter 33: Summer Solstice He really wanted to kiss her.
"But you can also read the script on your bed, so it won't disturb me." Xia Huanming pointed at Chen Xing's bed, trying to persuade Chen Xing.
Chen Xing didn't even look at it, and pulled up the quilt: "Of course I have considered this, but I have to turn on the light when I read the script, right?"
Chen Xing didn't think much about it. He was just taking care of Xia Huanming the same way Xiao Wu took care of him.
Xiao Wu said that the most important thing for a patient is to rest and not be disturbed, so every time he had a fever or a cold, Lu Qing and Xiao Wu would not come to see him after he fell asleep, and he would sleep as long as he could.
unless……
But looking at Xia Huanming's strong physique and physical fitness, he shouldn't be in a situation like that.
"Okay, just have a good rest. You'll feel dizzy if you keep talking." Chen Xing stroked Xia Huanming's hair, as if he was smoothing it.
"Okay..." Xia Huanming had no choice but to lie down again, his hands buried in the quilt.
In order not to disturb Xia Huanming, Chen Xing quickly left the bedroom and went downstairs. Xue Si Nian and Zheng Pei Ya were waiting for him at the stairs, and when they saw him coming down, they hurried forward to inquire about the situation.
Knowing that Xia Huanming was not seriously injured, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
Xue Si Nian patted his chest: "That's good, I almost went to see a doctor."
"Okay, okay, you guys go take care of yourselves," Chen Xing pushed the two men's shoulders and walked forward, "I'll wait here. If there's anything, I'll go upstairs."
Xue Si Nian and Zheng Pei Ya nodded and returned to their rooms.
Chen Xing was sitting on the sofa, and suddenly thought of the small cake he had just brought. He went to the dining table to get it, but the small cake was indeed cold.
He originally wanted to give Xia Huanming a taste, but judging from Xia Huanming's appearance, he seemed to have no appetite.
Chen Xing ate while reading the script. When there were only three left, he thought about it, repacked it, and put it on the coffee table. The gauze curtains were blown up by the wind, as if they were circling in the air, and the ceiling was a blend of orange and yellow.
Chen Xing leaned his shoulders back, his entire back sunk into the cushion, and looked up at the ceiling.
Xia Huanming's gaze moved from the ceiling down to his phone.
How could he sleep now when he couldn't even fall asleep at night? But he couldn't read the script with the light on, because then Chen Xing would rush to say he had a headache and was using his brain. After comparing again and again, he could only look at his phone to relieve his boredom.
[Chen Miao]: I heard that you were knocked unconscious?
[Xia Huanming]: Do you believe it?
[Chen Miao]: I believe
【Xia Huanming】: ...
[Xia Huanming]: Who told you?
[Chen Miao]: Lao Qi said you were hit, Du He said you fainted, didn’t you just faint?
[Xia Huanming]: ...Now I know where the rumor came from.
[Chen Miao]: So everything is fine? Can you come to film tomorrow?
[Xia Huanming]: Yes
[Chen Miao]: Ok, I’ll go talk to them.
Xia Huanming's head was pounding.
He finally understood how those outrageous rumors came about. If Chen Xing was not a different person, if he had lost his temper at that time, this group of people might have said that they had a fight.
After Xia Huanming finished talking to Shen Miao, he thought about looking at the anonymous topic mentioned by Chen Xing.
So he clicked on GCTV and first found Chen Xing, who was ranked 20th. There were currently more than 4,000 posts on Chen Xing's topic, many of which were selfies that Xia Huanming had seen, and some were simple text posts.
【Anonymous 1223】: Yay! I found that Xiaozhu’s followers have exceeded 1.2 million!!! The daily listenership has also increased by 200,000!! Xiaozhu, please become famous!!
[Anonymous 2335]: It's over. Xiaozhu is getting more and more popular. What should I do if I can't get the front row? Forget it, I'll just get the back row! Listen to "Zhan Zhaoyuan" a lot. This song is really nice.
[Anonymous 2336] replied to [Anonymous 2335]: I voted for "Yi Fei", this is my white moonlight
[Anonymous 3706] replied to [Anonymous 2335]: Ah? I just like "I'm in Qingshan Lake". I've played this song since I was 30.
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Xia Huanming searched for a long time and finally found the voting entrance. He used his secondary account to vote for "I Am in Qingshan Lake". After the list was sorted, "Zhan Zhaoyuan" was at the top.
Xia Huanming was not surprised. After all, this song was the most listened to and had the largest audience.
Xia Huanming saved this post and continued to scroll down.
Now "Acting First" has not yet started airing, so there are not many posts. Even so, it took Xia Huanming half an hour to finish reading them.
In general, Chen Xing's fans look as enthusiastic and sunny as Chen Xing. Even if Chen Xing is not popular, they are very active in going to various places to promote him. After some people's friends are recommended by her, she will come here to inform them, and then a bunch of people will applaud and cheer for her.
This doesn't seem like a place for fans to leave messages, but more like a university group.
"Everyone is cute." Xia Huanming thought.
The posts were quickly scrolled to the bottom. Xia Huanming was thirsty, so he got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.
He came to the living room and saw Chen Xing there, memorizing the script seriously. He didn't even hear him coming downstairs.
Xia Huanming did not disturb Chen Xing. He poured a glass of water quietly and stood at the corner to watch Chen Xing's little movements.
"Do you think I'm still the same person as before?" Chen Xing read the script and followed the prompts while making a fist-shaking gesture in the air. "You've grown up, and I've grown up too, hiss..."
Chen Xing felt a little worried when he thought about doing this to Xia Huanming.
This should be done by just gesturing, you can't really hit me, right? But that won't have any effect, right?
Just as he was thinking, a voice from above his head answered his doubts: "Of course it won't really happen."
Chen Xing quickly stood up and glanced at Xia Huanming in front of him. He found that his mental state was much better than before, and he couldn't help but feel happy: "After resting for a while, your complexion has really improved."
"Yeah, so I came down." Xia Huanming sat next to Chen Xing and picked up the script on the table and started to read it.
Chen Xing has taken a lot of notes, and the right side is filled with words.
He had read Chen Xing's script before, and at that time he felt that Chen Xing's handwriting was like squares, with straight horizontal and vertical lines. After reading it again, it was even more like that.
Xia Huanming pointed at the fight scenes that Chen Xing had drawn lines around and gave him a heads-up: "Don't worry, I won't say anything even if you really hit me. Maybe you'll even get into the role better."
Seeing that Xia Huanming could discuss the script so smoothly, Chen Xing thought that he should have no problem, so he sat down and shared his concerns: "There is still one difficult point. If we fake the fight, how can I make it feel like I'm exerting force?"
Xia Huanming leaned closer and gently induced: "The audience watches our performance through the screen, and they can't actually come to feel how much power you use, right? Then how do they judge whether we are angry or hurt?"
Chen Xing thought for a few seconds and answered: "By expression and actions?"
"That's right," Xia Huanming smiled and held Chen Xing's hand, "Let's do an experiment."
Chen Xing didn't understand what he was going to do, but nodded: "Okay."
Xia Huanming placed Chen Xing's hand on his chest and asked Chen Xing to press it down. He then slowly leaned back and said, "Look at my expression, isn't it very relaxed? Anyone can tell that you didn't use any force."
Chen Xing said truthfully: "Yes, it seems like you are just lying down because you are tired."
"But if I do this..." Xia Huanming sat up straight again, and Chen Xing's hand was held and pushed by him again.
But this time, after letting go, Xia Huanming fell back suddenly, and the sofa made a "bang" sound. He frowned and groaned.
Chen Xing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "So the fighting scene is not about one person, but the cooperation of both parties, and even the performance of the one being beaten is more important, right?"
"That's right. As for what you need to do, it's to manage your expression and movements." Xia Huanming returned to his previous state and sat back next to Chen Xing, his knee lightly touching the side of Chen Xing's leg. "Rely on your observation and imagination to imagine what it would be like when you are angry. However, it's not easy to act like this now. You should be able to act it out in actual combat."
"Okay, I'll try not to hold you back!" With Xia Huanming's help, Chen Xing felt a lot more relaxed. "I feel a little more at ease with you here."
This is true.
If it weren't for Xia Huanming, he would probably still be struggling with how to mix the real and fake fights, and then he would really slap Xia Huanming in the face.
This afternoon, Chen Xing did not go anywhere. He just acted with Xia Huanming in the living room.
Xia Huanming said that he personally taught him how to cooperate with him, and after a while, the two of them had a lot of physical contact. When the two pretended to fall to the ground, Chen Xing felt that his fingertips seemed to touch the big tent.
But Xia Huanming didn't react at all, so Chen Xing said nothing and continued to rehearse the script.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zheng Qi came back first, followed by Wang Baiyue and Zhao Xingyu. These people received the message from Xue Si Nian in the group chat and also knew that Xia Huanming was dizzy.
Zhao Xingyu rushed over to ask about his well-being. Xia Huanming took a step back, holding Zhao Xingyu back to prevent him from getting closer, and vowed to defend his arm to the death.
Everybody laughed, and with the strong help of the assistant director - he insisted that the two of them take the opportunity to do the voice-over, so the first voice-over of "The lunch box was not covered" was shot by Xia Huanming and Zhao Xingyu together.
The door of the villa was open and Zhao Xingyu ran in happily with mud all over his face.
He greeted Xia Huanming warmly, and Xia Huanming deliberately sat two empty seats away from him. Zhao Xingyu didn't understand and passed by again. Xia Huanming, with an indifferent look on his face, moved one space to the side.
Zhao Xingyu stood up unconvinced and tried to force Xia Huanming to sit next to him, but Xia Huanming said no with disgust.
When the two were pushing each other, Zhao Xingyu suddenly stopped and said, "It's okay. If you think it's dirty, use our Meiyue laundry detergent. It can effectively remove stains and every piece of clothing will have a fragrant smell."
Xia Huanming pretended to be satisfied and said, "Yeah, it does smell good."
Finally, the two gave a thumbs-up to the camera and said in unison: "Meiyue laundry detergent is the choice of millions of families."
This weird scene made Chen Xing, who was standing next to him, almost faint from laughing. When the assistant director called the end, he rolled over on the sofa, holding his stomach: “Two humanoid robots, hahahahahaha——”
The others couldn't help but laugh along.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Oh my god, how can this be achieved? It's too abstract, hahahahaha!!"
"Good, well shot, the assistant director is brilliant! It's this kind of abstraction that makes people remember it!!"
The assistant director was so praised that he raised his neck and looked up with his nose in the air, as arrogant as he could be: "Right, I asked the client's father to design the script specifically according to the personality of your group. It's abstract enough, isn't it?"
Enough, this is too much. Chen Xing laughed so hard that his stomach started to ache. He sat on the sofa and rubbed his stomach, trying to persuade himself not to recall the scene just now.
Xia Huanming came over, stood in front of Chen Xing, and pinched his cheek as if to punish him: "Is it so funny?"
"Funny," Chen Xing looked up at him, his eyes shattered into the stars sprinkled down from the ceiling light, "It's especially funny when you do this. Brother Yue and I haven't had this effect yet. What, are you angry?"
"I just forgave you again." Xia Huanming poked Chen Xing's dimple again, and his fingertips swept across his chin, leaving no trace of warmth.
After everyone came back, we cooked dinner together.
Chen Xing continued to help out and took over the dishwashing job.
Xia Huanming wanted to help, but Chen Xing resolutely refused, saying that it was unfair.
Xia Huanming could only go to the sofa and read a book. Wang Baiyue and Zhao Xingyu next to him were playing games online on their phones. It seemed like they were not winning, so they kept arguing with each other.
"No, how can you walk on top? Didn't I just tell you to go to the side?"
"We are both in the same place, and you are still talking vaguely. Who are you guarding against? Who can understand what you are saying?"
"The little pig will understand."
Chen Xing just came over after washing the dishes. Zhao Xingyu seemed to have found a backup and stood up to greet Chen Xing: "You are finally here. Brother Yue has been saying that I am giving blind orders. I am giving the same orders as before. I am giving them well, right?"
Chen Xing, who had played several games with Zhao Xingyu, nodded: "Yes, it's pretty good."
Wang Baiyue didn't move, still sitting on the ground and said, "That's not good, the pronouns are vague, I can't understand what he is saying."
"No way, you just can't understand what I'm saying," Zhao Xingyu said to Chen Xing, "Did you hear me clearly when I gave you instructions before? It's him who has the problem, right, Xingxing?"
Wake up? Your nickname has been upgraded again?
Xia Huanming glanced there seemingly casually. Zhao Xingyu was actually putting his arm around Chen Xing's shoulder to talk? If he didn't know Zhao Xingyu well and knew that he simply treated Chen Xing as a good friend, he would have rushed forward and shaken off Zhao Xingyu's hand.
Wang Baiyue was too lazy to continue discussing this matter, so he started another game and invited Chen Xing: "Hey, don't talk about this anymore, let's play another game, Xiaozhu, you come too."
"Okay." Chen Xing came over with great interest, took a quick look around, and finally sat down beside Xia Huanming's legs.
When Chen Xing's back touched his calf, Xia Huanming's whole body tensed up and he raised the book to cover the corners of his mouth that were inadvertently raised.
Chen Xing looked up and invited Xia Huanming: "Do you want to come with us?"
"No, I can't do it," Xia Huanming said nonchalantly, and stretched out his hand to rub the place where Chen Xing had just been climbed by Zhao Xingyu, "You guys can have your fun, don't worry about me."
"Okay." Chen Xing turned around and joined the "battle".
With the addition of Chen Xing, the conversation between Wang Baiyue and Zhao Xingyu became much more civilized. They stopped yelling at each other and devoted themselves to the game.
If Xia Huanming had known that they could be so quiet, he should have let Chen Xing in earlier.
Before I knew it, the game was over.
Xia Huanming heard the person next to him shouting, "Yeah! We won!" While stretching, his hand reached directly in front of him.
Xia Huanming grabbed his hand without thinking. Chen Xing turned around and looked at him blankly. Xia Huanming calmly made an excuse: "I thought you wanted to high-five me."
"Oh——" Chen Xing stood up and sat next to Xia Huanming, pointing at The Picture of Dorian Gray in his hand, "How much do you have left to finish?"
“Soon.”
Wang Baiyue and Zhao Xingyu stood up and prepared to change positions.
Zhao Xingyu asked Chen Xing: "Come on, little pig, let's continue at my place."
Chen Xing put his feet on the sofa, hugged his knees and shook his head: "No, the sofa is more comfortable."
Zhao Xingyu and Wang Baiyue did not try to persuade him to stay. After they left, Xia Huanming saw Chen Xing winking at him.
"I'll wait until you finish watching, then we can go up together."
It turned out that I stayed just to accompany him.
Xia Huanming didn't want to hide his smile anymore, he smiled and replied: "Okay."
The night is approaching, another day has passed, time flies, and soon it is the day for Chen Xing's shooting.
The Hong Kong-style neighborhood created by the crew this time is an hour's drive from the villa. Chen Xing fell asleep in the car and was finally woken up by Xia Huanming.
"We're here." Xia Huanming opened the car door and pulled Chen Xing out.
"I didn't expect you even have a wake-up service." Chen Xing said with a smile.
Chen Xing, in a daze, focused his eyes on an old-fashioned arcade.
He had heard Zhao Xingyu describe this place a long time ago, and the decoration was almost the same as that of the Hong Kong area; he was even more shocked when he came to see it in person. The neon sign seemed a little dim in the daytime, but the store name in traditional Chinese characters was still eye-catching. In front of the herbal tea shop on the corner, the owner skillfully scooped out cups of herbal tea and handed them to the passing extras.
This neighborhood is very close to the beach, so it's a good opportunity to take some photos of the sea view.
Chen Xing asked when this place was rented, and the staff said it was booked half a year ago, so half of the sea area is theirs for the past few days.
Chen Xing asked curiously: "Can I go to the beach to play then?"
The staff nodded.
That's fine. Chen Xing was extremely happy and followed Xiaoling to put on makeup.
The place where Chen Xing and Xia Huanming acted against each other was not a neighborhood or a teahouse, but an antique shop.
Xia Huanming, the second-in-command, wanted to set up his own business. At this time, his mortal enemy Chen Xing came to cause trouble. The two fought each other. Finally, Xia Huanming used "hostages" as a threat. The person who handed the hostages to Xia Huanming was Chen Xing's closest family member. Chen Xing felt betrayed and let go painfully on the spot, but was killed by Xia Huanming.
This is Chen Xing’s current role.
And their story happened in an antique shop.
The copper pendulum of the old-fashioned clock cut through the stagnant air back and forth, and the pocket watch chains lined up in the window vibrated gently.
As soon as Chen Xing's hand touched the account book, he heard the crisp sound of porcelain breaking behind him.
"What are you doing?"
He heard an angry and low voice, and the next second, a hand tightly grasped his shoulder. He used the momentum to turn over, but the other party grabbed his wrist.
Chen Xing showed an unhappy expression and responded quickly - he raised his leg and swept it sideways. Xia Huanming took a half step back, and his leather shoes just brushed against the folds of his clothes.
Chen Xing pressed one hand on the table, used the force to roll over to avoid the man's next attack, and maintained a safe distance.
"Do you think I'm still the same me? You've grown up, and I've grown up too."
Chen Xing smiled frivolously, and the dim light of the antique shop made his pupils dance with amber light.
Xia Huanming on the opposite side was dressed neatly. His straight suit formed a great contrast with his colorful clothes. The two people, who were like water and fire, were on the verge of a fight just by looking at each other.
The two men were fighting in the narrow aisle. They seemed to be evenly matched and were throwing punches back and forth.
Chen Xing's right fist came with a gust of wind. Xia Huanming dodged it with his head tilted. The wind from the fist brushed past his ears, causing a slight shudder. He could feel the warm and rapid airflow from Chen Xing's knuckles brushing against his cheek.
"Bang!" Xia Huanming's left hook hit Chen Xing's side. Chen Xing groaned and threw a back hook straight at Xia Huanming's jaw.
Xia Huanming raised his hand to block, then grabbed the other person's wrist and pulled him towards himself.
Chen Xing's forehead hit Xia Huanming's shoulder and he could feel the other's violently beating heart.
Chen Xing raised his head suddenly, with only anger and intimidation in his eyes. He threw an uppercut that grazed Xia Huanming's chin, but this time Xia Huanming rushed forward, grabbed his wrist and pressed him against the counter.
Both of them were breathing disordered. Chen Xing felt the coolness from the sandalwood counter climbing up his tailbone. The next moment, Xia Huanming leaned close to his ear with an expressionless face and said a few words.
Chen Xing's face changed drastically, his eyes full of anger after being humiliated: "How dare you threaten me? You are looking for death!"
Chen Xing gritted his teeth and tried to break free from the shackles, but it was no use. His wrist was tightly clamped by the other party, leaving a circle of thin red marks.
Xia Huanming smiled smugly, "Who do you think gave me the information? You've been sold out, but you still treat them as brothers. Are you really stupid or just dumb?"
"Impossible! You want to irritate me?"
"Is it possible? Just look at the photo and you'll know." Xia Huanming swept his fingertips across the corners of Chen Xing's eyes in a disrespectful manner, as if outlining the lines on his face.
When Chen Xing saw the photo he sent out, disbelief spread in his eyes and his heart ached violently. He seemed to be disturbed by this sudden betrayal.
The copper pendulum of the old clock suddenly stopped, and the jade artifact jingled again.
"Okay! Pass!"
Director Yu was very satisfied and stood up and called for a stop.
The camera pulled back and it turned out that although the antique shop looked small, it was actually a cross-section set. Dozens of people walked into the set and began to take pictures in preparation for the next scene.
Before Chen Xing could recover from the shock, the force on his wrist had already decreased a lot, and the person opposite him lifted up his palm.
Xia Huanming's eyes were no longer cold, but full of concern and worry. When he found a circle of obvious red handprints on his wrist, he became even more worried: "Let me see, it's red, did you use too much force?"
Xiaoling, who came over to touch up her makeup, took a quick look and said, "It's because he's too white that he looks red. It has nothing to do with how hard you try."
Chen Xing nodded: "Yes, it will be fine in a while."
The third button on Chen Xing's shirt had unbuttoned at some point, revealing the pale blue veins below his collarbone. Xia Huanming coughed lightly and looked away majestically.
At this time, Director Yu and the martial arts teacher came over and gave the two men some references on movements during the confrontation.
Director Yu said with some hesitation: "The first part is indeed good, but it would be better if there were more actions like Chen Xing, you are smart from the beginning, knowing that you will be trapped by Xia Huanming but not afraid at all."
Martial Arts Teacher: Such an abstract expression...
Chen Xing understood what he said. He thought for a moment and proposed a bold idea. Director Yu's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, yes, this is good. Let's try it right away!"
The martial arts teacher also showed a pleasantly surprised expression: "Not bad, Chen Xing, you now have your own ideas."
Chen Xing scratched the back of his neck embarrassedly: "Hehe, it's all because of the teachers' good teaching. You said that we should use actions to show the relationship between the two parties, and physical entanglement is indispensable, so I thought of this."
The three of them were talking and laughing, but Xia Huanming was the only one who remained silent.
But his silence was of no avail, as Director Yu ordered him to add what Chen Xing said right away.
After the stage manager clapped the clapboard, Xia Huanming continued to hold Chen Xing's wrist, and stuck his left leg between Chen Xing's legs, pressing him tightly against the counter, with a distance of only thirty centimeters between them.
However, this time, Chen Xing's eyes contained not only anger but also a hint of teasing. He stretched out his other hand and slowly moved it up along the inside of Xia Huanming's tense wrist.
Xia Huanming remained calm, but his heart rate increased with each step.
“That’s the way it should be.”
Xia Huanming could feel the other person's hand half wrapped around his wrist, the thin callus at the base of the thumb rubbing against his skin, and then lifting it.
Chen Xing suddenly took his hand and pressed it on his neck. When his fingertips touched his Adam's apple, Xia Huanming's eyelashes trembled in the backlight.
The warm touch brought him back to the real world from his daydreaming state. Xia Huanming could smell the cedar scent specially sprayed on the other person's collar and the sandalwood that was only available in antique shops.
He could also see his neck at the base of his thumb, his Adam's apple sliding across his palm, his thumb pressing on his throbbing carotid artery; he could see his pupils taking on a strange amber color under the light, and a cunning smile that showed he had calculated everything.
"That's how you'll kill me."
The neon lights shining through the stained glass windows flickered across their knuckles, like an ambiguous signal that never went out in the night sky of Hong Kong Island.
Xia Huanming felt a heat rising rapidly along his tailbone.
not good.
Even though the situation was so tense and anxious, he really wanted to kiss her.
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