The weather is so good
Wen Zhuo came to inform Lu Xinyang to prepare for the next scene. Since it would be an outdoor shoot, he also brought him a box of ice cream.
Lu Xinyang had almost finished the peach pit in his mouth. He tied up the last balloon in his hand and said vaguely, "Thank you, Teacher Wen. You eat it first. I'll go get some from Xiao Tang later."
"I'd better forget it. I'll just suck on some ice later." Wen Zhuo smiled, took off his gloves, and walked over to the radiator to warm his hands. He wasn't as energetic as Lu Xinyang, who could go swimming and exercise after finishing filming every day, so he really didn't dare to eat too much.
Seeing the pile of colorful balloons around Lu Xinyang, he teased, "Every time I see you, you're so enthusiastic. You even rush to do the work of the props team. Do you still have the energy to run around the hotel tonight?"
"Of course, I run in the evening and swim in the morning, no change!" Lu Xinyang proudly held the peach pit in his hand, swallowed it with a grumble, and satisfiedly gnawed off the last piece of sweet flesh. Then, while kicking the balloon, he said, "Ji Rongyu, Ji Rongyu, look, I've popped all the balloons!"
I don’t know what he was proud of, but Wen Zhuo was amused by his expression and stretched comfortably in front of the radiator.
After spending some time together, he naturally saw Lu Xinyang's true nature. This man was completely different from those rich young men he had met before, so he also knew in his heart that Lu Xinyang himself was definitely unaware of the plan to use him as a stepping stone at the Zhuoxing Ceremony.
After getting rid of this little problem, he gradually began to appreciate Lu Xinyang's strengths and often passed on his experience and skills to him.
However, the premise of this appreciation is to keep a distance, because Lu Xinyang's train of thought is really... well, too outstanding, he can't cope with it, and he can't help feeling embarrassed every time his words fall to the ground.
That is, he would only come to join in the fun when Ji Rongyu was around, because Ji Rongyu could not only play back and forth with Lu Xinyang, but also make the place even funnier.
A balloon floated to Wen Zhuo's feet. He hooked it up with his toes, held it in his hand and pressed it gently: "Well, it passed the quality inspection and can be sent to the props department. The director should also give you a model worker award."
"No, he's not a model worker, he's a labor reformer," Ji Rongyu, who was sitting at the table concentrating on signing autographs, suddenly spoke up, pointing expressionlessly at the bursting balloon wrappers on the ground. "See? These are all his masterpieces."
It was only because he admitted his mistake with a good attitude and diligently popped the remaining balloons that he received a peach from Ji Rongyu as a reward.
Wen Zhuo: “…Oh, I see.”
Lu Xinyang finished his work but didn't get any recognition from him. He couldn't help but mutter, "I've already made up for it, why are you still holding on to it?"
"Am I the one who won't let you go? Look and count for yourself. There are so many balloons missing from this bag. How am I going to explain this to the props team?" Ji Rongyu's cold gaze fell on him. "I don't care. Go ask the staff to compensate you later."
Ji Rongyu was very concerned about his reputation. He recalled that the people in the props team had joked with him, saying that he would hide balloons or something just for fun. He considered himself a fairly reliable and steady adult, but to some extent, the joke of the props team could be said to have come true.
But the playful and childish boy's surname was not Ji, so the one surnamed Ji didn't want to take the blame for the one surnamed Lu at all.
Lu Xinyang somehow became emotionally sensitive to Ji Rongyu's nitpicking, and his steely heart seemed to have been slightly scratched. "It's just compensation, what's the big deal? Humph... Anyway, I still have a lot of money to pay, it's not like I can't afford it."
Ji Rongyu put down his pen, crossed his arms, and said sarcastically, "Yes, of course your salary is high. You pay yourself, so you can pay yourself as much as you want."
Young Master Lu, who always thought he had a clear conscience and never showed favoritism, was a little furious. Without thinking, he threw the peach pit at his feet to vent his anger: "How can you slander me! I'm a clean and honest male celebrity! I'll take what my face is worth, and I will definitely not inflate its price!"
Ji Rongyu raised his foot and rolled the peach pit under his shoe, then continued to provoke: "The last person who threw the pit away after eating a peach was imprisoned for five hundred years. Now that inflation is so severe, it would be unreasonable for you not to be imprisoned for five thousand years."
Lu Xinyang wanted to throw another peach at him, but Ji Rongyu quickly snatched it back: "You eat yours, this one is mine. Don't think you can embezzle my employee benefits just because your labor reform is over. I gave you half and you still think it's not enough?"
"If you want to eat, buy it yourself!" Ji Rongyu also imitated Lu Xinyang's way of eating, taking a big bite, marking that the peach belonged to him alone, "You get paid a lot anyway, you can afford to eat as much as you want."
He was still insulting Lu Xinyang in his words, but Lu Xinyang was inexplicably happy again. He turned the page and a bright smile appeared on his face: "Okay, then I'll give this back to you. But next time you have something delicious, remember to give me half."
Lu Xinyang automatically moved over, wrapped the discarded peach pit in a tissue and threw it into the trash can. Then he leaned over the back of Ji Rongyu's chair and said, "Do you like these soft peaches? Tell me where you bought them, and I'll ask Xiao Tang to buy some more."
"I told you it's an employee benefit. I didn't buy it. You should ask the staff." Ji Rongyu glanced at him strangely. Why did this guy's mood change so suddenly, sometimes he was still and sometimes he was noisy. There was no reason for it.
Wen Zhuo, who was standing nearby, watched the whole thing from beginning to end and shook his head in amusement. "Xiaolu, you have five minutes at most to bother Teacher Rongyu. In the sixth minute, the director will come and arrest you personally."
"I know!" Lu Xinyang agreed without turning his head, his fingers hanging on Ji Rongyu's hair, ready to move.
Wen Zhuo reminded him and pushed the door open and went out. A cold wind blew in his face, bringing with it a few scattered light snowflakes.
This was not the first snow of the year in Shangchuan City, nor was it the biggest or most beautiful, but he still raised his mobile phone, carefully found the angle and light, took a picture of the scene and sent it to his wife at home.
The gentle smile on his face had not yet faded when he looked up and saw Chang Xue and Tang Lin walking towards him from not far away. She was holding an unlit cigarette between her fingers.
Tang Lindu paused for a moment, but Wen Zhuo greeted him as if nothing had happened. Chang Xue seemed to have just noticed him and exchanged greetings calmly.
"..." Tang Lin looked at this and that cautiously, feeling that his cultivation was still far from enough.
But what he didn't notice was that Chang Xue's eyes were no longer as sharp and shrewd as before, and were even a little absent-minded.
Because she remembered what Wenzhuo said to her that night.
"Sister Chang, my child could already hear us talking while he was in his mother's belly. He even said hello to me before I left tonight. At that time, I thought that it didn't matter if he couldn't see his father acting on TV in the future, but if he couldn't see his father fall into the cake, I was afraid that he would not want to eat cake on his birthday in the future. That would be such a pity."
"Sister Chang, I'm going to go prepare for the shoot first."
The gentle voice in her memory overlapped with the voice in her ear. She casually crushed the cigarette and asked for the first time, "Did you send the photos to your family just now?"
"Yeah." Wen Zhuo nodded, and Chang Xue said, "Remember to censor anything that shouldn't be posted. It's confidential within the crew, so don't let it leak from you. You won't be able to pay for it later. You have Xiao Tang's WeChat, right? If you want to upload any photos to social media, send them to him first so the studio can check them for you."
Wen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then smiled sincerely at her: "Thank you."
Chang Xue nodded slightly, turned around and continued walking forward with Tang Lin.
Another day of filming was over. Lu Xinyang was in the car with a steam eye mask on, thinking about how he wanted to show Ji Rongyu a handsome and radiant guy without dark circles tomorrow and really surprise him.
"Xiao Tang, do I have any fighting scenes tomorrow, or any scenes with cool costumes, right?" It would be better if there were, as that would be the icing on the cake with his face.
Tang Lin flipped through his notebook and said, "There are fighting scenes, but you're the one getting beaten."
Lu Xinyang: "...Humph, God is really not on my side."
Tang Lin thought to himself that it was a great blessing that God allowed you, with your bad character, to be reborn into a wealthy and kind family, and did not let you be put in a sack in the street because of your bad mouth.
The conversation ran out of steam, so Lu Xinyang started a new one: "The color-blocked physical book is about to be published. Have you checked with the publisher? I'm afraid I'll forget, so please remind me. I need to buy a few more copies during the pre-sale."
Although he was severely ridiculed by Ji Rongyu and he himself got a little angry for no reason, he did not forget the important matter of buying books.
He took off his eye mask, pulled out a special signature card from his pocket, and flipped it over and over in the dim light of the car: "When the book comes out, I think I'll just buy a hundred copies and have Ji Rongyu sign a hundred copies for me. I'll keep the signatures for myself, and I can give the books to my parents and friends, and..."
"Wait," Tang Lin quickly stopped his dangerous thoughts, "You can give it to anyone you want, but you can't give it to your parents."
"Why?" Lu Xinyang asked curiously, "It's not like my dad hasn't read it before. Even though my mom doesn't support me filming, she already knew that "Shense" is a BL novel."
"It's different. This time we're going to release an uncensored version, so... well, just keep it for yourself." Tang Lin certainly knew that Lu Huaicheng had read the novel, but that was printed out by his secretary, so it must be the serialized version on the website, without those scenes that didn't pass the review.
In the past, the review line for online novels was above the neck. Although it is not so strict now, it has only been relaxed to the waist. Those who exceed this standard will still be locked up in a small dark room.
But some authors feel that the emotions are so strong that they would feel uncomfortable if they don’t write about the communication process below the waist. Since the website won’t allow them to post it, they have to bury it here and there and let the readers dig it out with their own shovels.
Over time, readers would naturally develop a keen sense of smell and the various encryption operations of privately shared resources. Tang Lin himself often read novels and was quite familiar with this. Those hidden "XX characters omitted here" were simply inaccessible to the average layman, and Lu Huaicheng would probably have no chance of seeing them either.
But the uncensored version is different. There's no need to look for it; it's written in black and white! Even Rong Yu herself would be too embarrassed to show the car to someone of Lu Huaicheng's age!
"Different? What's different, exactly?" Lu Xinyang subconsciously sat up straight, vaguely sensing something unusual from his vague words: "So the color-coded image you sent me... was it deleted or not?"
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