Chapter 109 The Terrible Private Fan
The next morning, Song Qingxing only felt sore, but not particularly painful, because Xie Jingcheng did not overexert herself.
They stopped almost as the clock struck midnight. After finding a towel to wipe themselves clean, they quickly fell asleep again.
Perhaps because I was too tired, I slept until dawn again this time.
But compared to the last time when he was almost late, Xie Jingcheng set the alarm this time. When the alarm rang in his ears, both of them opened their eyes.
"I'm going to film..."
Song Qingxing rubbed her messy hair, and after her sleepy eyes adjusted to the sight, she looked around. The curtains emitted a hazy light, and it seemed that it was indeed getting late.
Although I really want to rest, I'd better wait until I retire to rest.
It's not good to rely solely on Xie Jingcheng. That would make you weak and boneless, without roots, and just a parasitic dodder.
"Then why don't you get up?"
Xie Jingcheng threw the clothes over. It was a thin shirt. Wearing this kind of clothes in summer was breathable and comfortable, and it was not easy to hold back sweat.
Song Qingxing was getting dressed with her eyes dazed. When she got out of bed, she felt her legs were a little weak. She reached out to hold the edge of the bed to avoid falling on her butt.
"What's wrong?"
Xie Jingcheng heard the noise and turned around, and saw this scene. Although he wanted to laugh, he held it back.
"It's not you who did it."
The little rabbit complained, then slowly stood up, patted his waist, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
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When we arrived at the set, the sun was shining brightly and many crew members were still eating breakfast, with two or three buns stuffed in their mouths.
Xie Jingcheng had already eaten and didn't have any special thoughts about the crew's greasy work meal.
Today is different from yesterday. Her scenes are mainly in the morning, so she went to the dressing room to put on makeup first.
Because the scenes they reshot were all with Peng Zhien, they were shot separately, and there weren't many plots or scenes where they acted together.
If all of this needs to be re-shot, it will take more than half a year, and no one can afford that time, as the director and photographer all have their own work on hand.
Song Qingxing was now curled up in a chair with the script on her legs, reading it carefully. It was almost noon when her stomach began to growl.
Sure enough, if you don’t eat much in the morning, you will soon feel hungry. Song Qingxing couldn’t help but sigh.
"Qingxing, you must be hungry. I'll go buy you something to eat."
As an assistant, I should stand up at this moment, otherwise all the salary and red envelopes will go to the white-collar workers.
I just buy enough food to fill my stomach. There's no other way around it; being a celebrity is like that; I have to keep in shape all the time.
Yu Zhi stood up and left the set. Song Qingxing felt a little lonely because no one dared to approach her. The crew members were all quite far away from her.
Maybe it’s because he’s afraid of Xie Jingcheng.
Song Qingxing couldn't help but smile and shook her head, but she had just sat for a while when she felt like going to the bathroom. People have three urgent needs, and this kind of thing can't be tolerated.
Song Qingxing closed the script and slowly went to the toilet. To be honest, although the toilets at the film and television base were maintained by someone, they were not particularly diligent.
However, it’s different when Xie Jingcheng is around.
There is always someone to do this, the toilet is extremely clean, and even has incense.
After using the toilet, Song Qingxing hummed a song, squeezed some hand sanitizer, and wiped her fingers patiently, but at this moment, footsteps were heard at the toilet door, "da da da", very rhythmic.
Song Qingxing didn't care too much about it. It was probably just someone using the toilet, even though this film and television base was in the middle of nowhere and deserted.
But there are quite a lot of crew members, and there is more than one crew. There are often some web dramas or other crews coming to shoot.
But the next moment, Song Qingxing raised her eyes and saw the man's face in the mirror.
The other person was not tall, but rather strong, with an obsessive look in his eyes, and he was actually holding a knife in his hand.
"Song Qingxing, I finally found you."
There was excitement in these words, and more of a kind of madness. Song Qingxing had seen this look many times before, and she would never forget it in her life.
That was the stalker who followed me to the hotel when I was an idol.
In an instant, a chilling feeling rose in her heart, because even if she were to live again, Song Qingxing would still be afraid of such a person.
When you are an idol, dating is absolutely not allowed because many fans will regard you as a virtual love interest.
Although most people have a normal brain and can tell that this is fake, some people cannot. They will get into the play and get very deeply into it.
Although I am an actor now, I have only been a regular employee for a short time, so most of my fans are still the same group of fans when I was an idol.
They would be dissatisfied with what they were doing now, which was to be open and open with Xie Jingcheng.
Before she made it public, the fans could still deceive themselves, but now that it has been made public, the whole world knows about it, and they can no longer deceive themselves.
"What do you want to do?"
The toilet is located in a remote area. After all, it is a toilet and there will definitely be some strange smells. Therefore, it cannot be placed in a very conspicuous place, otherwise people passing by will smell it and feel uncomfortable.
No one was passing by the door at this moment.
Song Qingxing took a few steps back and almost hit the cold tiles, but because she always felt that the tiles in the bathroom were dirty, Song Qingxing still kept some distance.
I was thinking about the escape route in my mind.
Then she sadly discovered that she had no escape route at all. The toilet was very small and the road was very narrow. This person almost blocked the entire aisle.
"Don't you know what I want to do? You've let me down!"
The knife in the man's hand flashed coldly.
It was obvious that the man was so angry that if the tip of the knife had pierced his artery, he would probably have died in a few seconds.
Song Qingxing felt fear in her heart. She had just been reborn and she didn't want to experience such a thing.
Usually Yu Zhi would accompany me, but today he went out to buy food for me, so he didn't follow me. Maybe it's not a good idea to travel alone.
Song Qingxing looked at the person in front of her. Since she couldn't hide away, she could only use the art of verbal persuasion.
"I think you should understand that I'm no longer an idol, so I have the right to love freely."
Song Qingxing spoke softly, trying not to arouse the man's impulse, but she was praying silently in her heart that Yu Zhi had finished shopping or that someone else had entered the bathroom.
"No, you didn't!"
"You should live up to my expectations instead of hanging out with someone like Xie Jingcheng."
"Song Qingxing, as long as there is money, will you accompany others?"
"Then I'll give you money too!"
After saying that, he opened the contents of his waist bag, which was bulging with something, but it was all paper money for the dead.
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