Chapter 38 Summer Solstice What did you just call me?
Chen Xing quickly turned off the wipers and switched on the left turn signal twice, as if trying to hide the wrong operation.
No one dared to utter a word, only Xia Huanming stared at the windshield and asked softly, "Can I ask you, when was the last time you drove?"
The people in the back seat silently tightened their seat belts.
"Two months ago?"
Chen Xing turned back and found that everyone had a fearless look on their faces. Wang Baiyue's hand was already on the door knob, ready to jump down.
Chen Xing almost laughed and tapped the steering wheel.
"Don't be so scared. I just pressed the wrong button because I'm not familiar with it. If my assistant or manager has something to do, I'll drive to the company by myself."
After he finished speaking, everyone relaxed a little.
Wang Baiyue still didn't believe it, and his hand didn't leave the button: "Can I trust you?"
"Of course." Chen Xing replied.
Chen Xing's condition could not be seen from the back row, but Xia Huanming could see it clearly from this angle.
Although Chen Xing answered in a cheerful voice, his body was hunched, with half of his back embedded in the cushion, as if there was a dark cloud floating above his head.
It's so obedient and aggrieved.
If there weren't so many people around, he would have already started rubbing Chen Xing's face.
Better to sneak a kiss.
Xia Huanming coughed lightly, and his low and gentle voice echoed in the car: "Keep driving, I believe you."
Chen Xing, who had supporters, instantly straightened his back and his eyes lit up again: "Okay! Then I'll continue! You're the best!"
So cute.
In order to suppress his desire, Xia Huanming grabbed his pants tightly at the base of his thighs, and his sweatpants were wrinkled.
From a distance, the van looked like it had a barrier.
The front row inside the barrier was filled with a warm and harmonious glow, but the atmosphere in the back row outside the barrier was not necessarily so good. Instead, it felt like a haunted house covered in damp fog.
After hearing their captain's quick agreement, the people in the back row fell silent: ...
They seriously suspected that if Chen Xing drove this car over the cliff, Xia Huanming would agree regardless of his own safety.
"Hey! Xia Huanming! Don't care about the friendship between teammates at this time!" Wang Baiyue couldn't help but complain, but finally gave up jumping out of the car and instead held on to the seat belt.
He had no idea that their captain was basking in Chen Xing's praise and wasn't listening to them at all.
Zhao Xingyu had given up. He turned on his phone and said, "Forget it. Let's listen to some music. I hope that when the police find my phone, my playlist will contain songs that can verify my taste."
Wang Baiyue thought it made sense: "Then I have to find a video to watch."
The driver said: "If something really happens, the car will be on fire, where will your phone be?"
Wang Baiyue and Zhao Xingyu: "..."
Zheng Qi sneered and said to the driver, "Brother, don't say such things at this time. The more you say it, the more scared they will be."
The driver then realized that what he said was inappropriate and he let it go.
Fortunately, Chen Xing proved his innocence with his driving skills.
There are three consecutive bends on the mountain road, but Chen Xing drove very steadily. Even the driver praised him, saying "You drive really well."
Wang Baiyue was completely relaxed, leaning against the back seat, and praised comfortably, "It's really stable."
Chen Xing snorted twice and raised his head proudly: "That's right, the boss has praised my driving skills."
When Chen Xing said this, he winked at Xia Huanming.
How could Xia Huanming not understand this little trick? This was clearly a show-off to him.
Xia Huanming responded with an affirmative smile.
Zhao Xingyu sat up straight, put his hands on the front backrest, and asked cheerfully: "You have a good relationship with your boss, right?"
"Because our company doesn't have many artists, there are only a few in total. Many of them went to overseas branches to become idols. Only me and a senior were in China. I often went to the company's recording studio, so the boss knew me." Chen Xing tapped the steering wheel and recalled, "Our boss had a funny thing. During the team building on September 15 last year, the boss got drunk and pulled me aside to say that I looked like a friend of his son who was studying abroad, and then showed us a photo..."
Zheng Qi smiled and asked, "It seems that friend is also a handsome guy."
Chen Xing took a deep breath and said, "That's a Samoyed."
Inside the car: "..."
A few seconds later, Wang Baiyue and Zhao Xingyu burst into laughter, and even the driver burst out laughing.
Along with the laughter, a few drops of rain fell on the windshield.
Lead-gray clouds piled up layer by layer like thick newspapers, spreading over the sky above the distant suburbs, and the sudden drizzle swept through the window cracks.
Wang Baiyue closed the car window while smiling, but a few drops of rain still flew into the car.
Ten minutes later, the vehicle returned to flat ground. The asphalt road had turned into a flowing mirror, reflecting the lead-gray sky.
Looking back, the emerald-colored mountain is now only left with jagged teeth marks, and its blurred outline floats in the rain and fog.
Zheng Qi smiled and said: "The wipers finally came in handy."
Everyone laughed loudly, like the sound of rain.
Xia Huanming was originally looking at his mobile phone. When he heard the laughter, he looked up at the rain and dew in front of him, and the wheels of the car splashed a layer of water.
He heard someone muttering next to him again: "It's like a swamp."
"Swamp?" Xia Huanming repeated.
Chen Xing patiently completed the sentence - like an upside-down swamp.
Xia Huanming looked at the gray sky and asked why.
Chen Xing looked at the dark road ahead and explained uncomfortably: "Because it's gloomy and constantly oozing with moisture, it seems like it wants to swallow people up. Isn't this a swamp?"
It does make sense when you hear this.
"So you don't like rain?" Xia Huanming asked this because Chen Xing acted so disgusted with it that it was like the heavy rain had blinded his eyes.
Unexpectedly, Chen Xing shook his head: "No, I like it. I like light rain, not heavy rain."
"Okay," Xia Huanming turned the phone around in his hand, and turned his head to look at Chen Xing who was concentrating, "Drive slowly, safety first."
"I know. It's already very slow." Chen Xing answered Xia Huanming without moving his eyes.
He turned the steering wheel slightly, and the car turned left and drove into a path that had not yet been fully built.
The uneven road surface caused the car to shake several times, and Wang Baiyue exclaimed it was exciting.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at "Hong Kong Street". The traditional Chinese characters on the sign seemed blurry in the dim light, and the extras stood under the eaves waiting for the rain.
As soon as Chen Xing parked the car, staff holding umbrellas surrounded the car and gave an umbrella to everyone in the car.
Chen Xing was given a transparent umbrella. He could clearly see how those crystal pearls fell from the sky, and then made a crisp "pop" sound the moment they touched the umbrella cloth, and fell along the umbrella ribs.
Transparent ripples appeared in the water at his feet.
This sound seems like it could be put into a song?
With this thought in mind, Chen Xing began to observe with fascination.
He looked up only when a pair of black sneakers came into his field of vision.
Under the dark blue umbrella with the "Acting First" logo printed in the middle is Xia Huanming's handsome face, dressed in black.
This umbrella is much larger than Chen Xing's, and it perfectly protects his broad and straight shoulders.
Xia Huanming put one hand in his pocket and stood in a relaxed position. Even in this position, his back was straight, and he looked calm and dignified.
But the voice was very gentle: "What are you looking at?"
"I'm watching the rain." Chen Xingyuan looked at Director Yu who was directing the staff and whispered, "You said that rain is also part of Director Yu's plan? This way we can take pictures of the rain scene for free."
"Maybe." Xia Huanming smiled. "Filming is a bit dependent on luck. It seems that our Director Yu is lucky. Whatever weather he wants, he gets."
Chen Xing raised his eyebrows: "Shall we go and take a look?"
They walked up to Director Yu, who looked up at the sky with a bright look in his eyes: "Look! What a nice rain! Let's take some photos of the rain while it's raining!"
It's true.
Chen Xing and Xia Huanming looked at each other and smiled softly at the same time.
Director Yu saw the two men suddenly laugh and scratched the wrinkles around his eyes in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Xia Huanming changed the subject calmly: "Shall we start shooting now? Let's go change our clothes."
"Okay, okay." Director Yu nodded repeatedly. He liked actors who found their own work. "Hurry up and change your clothes. Start now!"
"Okay." The actors went to put on makeup first.
Before leaving, Director Yu gazed at the distant mountains that faded in the sound of rain for a while. He left only when someone called him.
The beaded curtain hanging from the eaves continued to flow, forming a shallow mirror surface on the stone steps at the door, reflecting the neon lights that turned into hazy spots of light.
Countless silver threads hung down, hitting the awning, the air-conditioning unit, and the broad leaves of the sycamore tree. Water droplets moved along the veins of the leaves and dripped onto the running man.
His baggy suit was completely soaked, and he walked hurriedly, passing pedestrians who were strolling leisurely with umbrellas, and finally pushed open the door with "Jinzuo Time-honored Brand" written on it.
There was a huge group of people standing in the room, all dressed in suits and ties. The voices of loud conversation suddenly disappeared, and everyone looked at the reckless outsider.
The man went outside, panting and shouting, "Oh no, oh no! Miss Yuan... her family is here! They are ready to take her away!"
The man who was standing at the innermost part of the room was shocked, and he pushed everyone away and rushed out, leaving the man behind him shouting in Cantonese: "Master! Master! You forgot your umbrella!"
The man was running on the street, his shiny leather shoes stepping on the puddles without any worries. The dense raindrops hit his handsome face like a whip, rolling down the watershed of his nose, and his eyelashes were repeatedly bent by the rushing rain.
The man who looked so handsome and proud just now now had his suit soaked by the rain and looked disheveled.
He ran to the door of a villa and stopped.
The man stood there for a long time, looking at the dark windows. Because of the dim sky, the whites of his eyes were cold and blue, but they suddenly softened when he looked at the dark windows on the upper floors.
Until someone pushed him from behind and he staggered forward a few steps. His eyes, which had originally contained a cold look, were now filled with anger.
The man tensed his jawline, rushed to the other person's umbrella, and grabbed him by the collar: "Fang Youkang, you are looking for death!"
The other person's appearance was completely opposite to his. He was an absolutely beautiful boy with eyes like amber soaked in honey and a high nose bridge that cast a soft shadow on his cheeks.
But his eyes were just as angry as the man's.
The handsome young man grabbed the man's wrist, not afraid of the man's wolf-like eyes at all, and cursed: "I think you are the one who is looking for death! You swore to take care of her, but where is she?! If the old man hadn't stopped me from doing it, you would have died here now!"
The sky gradually revealed a white light, like an unhealed crack under the glaze of porcelain, and the rain was still falling.
The camera screen was soaked with fine noise due to the rain, and Director Yu, who was standing behind the monitor, bit his thumb a little nervously.
The previous long shot was approved, and now this dialogue cannot have any flaws. Otherwise, the rain will stop soon, and it will definitely be too late to re-adjust.
This is a flying page, which is a new plot that was added recently, and the two actors were given only half a day to prepare.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly for Chen Xing and Xia Huanming.
Xia Huanming's performance has always been excellent, and Chen Xing has a good memory. Although his eye acting has some flaws, it is not a big deal.
The raindrops formed a flowing bead curtain in front of the camera. The two continued to argue in the rain, and in the end Chen Xing had the upper hand.
"Didn't you have your own reasons at the beginning? What a hypocritical thing you are!" Chen Xing tapped Xia Huanming's chest twice with his fingers, "So, you should regret it now."
Xia Huanming was silent as if he had lost his soul, his wet hair stuck to his forehead, his tie hung crookedly on one side, looking as miserable as he could be.
At this time, the man who reported the news ran over and shouted, "Brother Kang! This can't be blamed on our young master! The young master didn't know about it!"
"Okay! Ka!"
Director Yu stood up and gave everyone instructions.
"Go back to the old time and take a close-up quickly."
Chen Xing had been in the crew for so many days and had figured out a lot of industry jargon thanks to Xia Huanming's explanations.
The so-called "return to the old point" means returning to the position just marked, and Director Yu just marked it when Chen Xing appeared, which means to let everyone return to the action and angle at that time.
The photographer came over to take another close-up shot of Chen Xing and Xia Huanming, and the two repeated the previous action.
This performance is officially over.
The staff quickly ran over to hold an umbrella for Xia Huanming who was caught in the rain, covered his head with a large towel, and took him to the lounge.
"Do you want to wipe it?" another staff member asked Chen Xing while holding a pile of towels.
Chen Xing shook his head: "No, this little bit of water will be gone in two steps. Hurry up and give it to the extra first."
Because Chen Xing was holding an umbrella, except for the wet collar where he was grabbed, the rest of his body was clean. On the contrary, the extra who reported the news was soaked all over.
The staff ran to give the extras a towel.
Everyone was busy setting up the next scene. Chen Xing walked to the water heater, poured two cups of hot water, and headed for the lounge.
Xia Huanming took off his wet clothes and threw them into the blue "clothing" basin, then turned up the air conditioner to 26 degrees.
After he finished wiping his body, he changed into his sweatpants and started to wipe his hair with his upper body naked.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, followed by Chen Xing's voice: "Ahuan, are you in there?"
"Still drying my hair," Xia Huanming stood up suddenly, put on his coat hastily, and walked to the door with a towel in his hand, "What's wrong?"
"Then continue to wipe it. I've poured you some hot water. I've put it at the door. You can drink it while it's hot." Chen Xing's voice gradually became smaller, as if he was about to leave.
What? Going? No!
Xia Huanming opened the door without thinking. He didn't see anyone from the front, so he shifted his sight to the lower left and found Chen Xing squatting against the wall.
The lighting in the corridor outside the lounge was a dull gray-blue, while the lights in the lounge were a bright warm yellow, which caused Chen Xing's face to be bathed in warm light while half of his body was submerged in dark shadows.
Chen Xing was still wearing the same fancy shirt, with his glasses pinned to his hair and two glasses of water in his hands.
His whole body seemed to freeze suddenly, with only his eyes blinking blankly.
Xia Huanming leaned against the door and raised his chin towards him: "Come in and have a rest."
"Oh." Chen Xing stood up obediently and walked in.
Xia Huanming closed the door and said while drying his hair: "Please sit anywhere. I'll just blow dry my hair."
"Okay." Chen Xing sat at the edge of the sofa and placed the cup of water on the coffee table.
Xia Huanming just wanted to chat with Chen Xing as soon as possible, so he picked up the hair dryer in front of the mirror and blew his hair two or three times. There were still water droplets on the back of his head, but he couldn't wait to change his clothes and walked to sit next to Chen Xing.
Xia Huanming picked up the water cup. Just as the wall of the cup touched his lips, he heard Chen Xing whisper, "You haven't blown it dry yet."
Xia Huanming shook his head indifferently: "It doesn't matter, it will dry up on its own."
Xia Huanming couldn't see the back of his head, but Chen Xing could. Xia Huanming's hair was still wet, flowing down his neck into his collar.
Doesn't Xia Huanming usually care about his image? Why doesn't he care about it today?
Chen Xing felt more and more uncomfortable the more he stared at her, so he grabbed Xia Huanming's hand and stood up: "Let me help you blow it."
The sudden happiness caught Xia Huanming off guard, and he obediently let himself be led away.
So the situation now becomes: Xia Huanming holds the hot water and sits on the chair; Chen Xing holds the hair dryer and helps him blow dry his hair.
Chen Xing played the flute very seriously, and his technique was completely imitated from Xiao Wu, using a comb and blowing horizontally.
The posture is very similar to that of a professional barber, but the hair blown out is just hair.
Chen Xing was very satisfied with his results. He turned Xia Huanming's head left and right in front of the mirror and asked, "Is the customer satisfied?"
Xia Huanming didn't even look at his hair, and nodded directly: "Satisfied."
"As long as you are satisfied." Chen Xing put down the hair dryer confidently, "Remember to give a five-star rating."
Xia Huanming gently patted Chen Xing's palm.
Seeing Xia Huanming finish drinking the water, Chen Xing felt that his mission was accomplished: "Then I'm leaving."
Xia Huanming's mouth immediately drooped, and he asked unhappily, "Isn't your performance in the afternoon? Where are you going now?"
"It's raining less now. Xingyu just asked me if I wanted to go to the beach to play," Chen Xing shared the good news with great interest. "I brought a pair of shorter pants today, just enough for going into the water."
"You still want to go in the water?" Xia Huanming grabbed Chen Xing's wrist, "No."
Chen Xing looked at him in confusion: "Why? I have a change of clothes."
What could he say? Say he wanted to accompany him?
Now he didn't even have the excuse of changing clothes. He really didn't want Chen Xing to be so far away from him.
Xia Huanming didn't care about the reason and said whatever came to his mind, thinking that there would always be someone who could keep him here: "Actually, you can watch me act here, and you can also have the director explain the play to you. It's rare to have Director Yu explain the play to you. Don't you think so? Wake up, if Director Yu explains the play to you, your performance can be improved in the future, or you can watch how other people act. After all, you should seize the time to improve yourself, right?"
Xia Huanming finished speaking in one breath and breathed softly.
Then I met shocked eyes.
Chen Xing widened his eyes and said slowly: "What did you call me just now?"
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