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Xia Zhitang stood at the door and waved goodbye to Tongtong. Cheng Shubai patted Xia Zhitang on the shoulder and carried his daughter into the nanny car.
Xia Zhitang watched the nanny car disappear around the corner before turning around.
Lin Jingming, who was standing behind Xia Zhitang, said sarcastically, "Are you so reluctant to let go?"
"He is the representative of the capital." Xia Zhitang glanced at him.
"Are you rolling your eyes at me in your heart again?" Lin Jingming narrowed his eyes and looked at Xia Zhitang.
"No." No way.
The stage manager called out over the intercom: "Director Xia, the railcar is in place!"
"I'll be right there." Xia Zhitang unconsciously quickened his pace.
Lin Jingming looked at Xia Zhitang's back and kicked the gravel at his feet gloomily: "I was away on business for half a month before, and I didn't see you see me off at the airport."
Xia Zhitang replied without turning his head: "I was your subordinate then, but now I am his employee."
They sat in front of the monitor, the scorching sun burned the earth, and the set was filled with a burning atmosphere.
The staff arranged for people to cover the equipment and fan Lin Jingming.
Lin Jingming snatched the fan from the script supervisor's hand and sent him away. He then turned to ask Xia Zhitang, "What time will the explosion scene be rescheduled to?"
"We'll follow the plan approved by General Cheng." Xia Zhitang flipped through the schedule. "We'll take a panoramic photo of the ancestral hall after lunch."
Lin Jingming fanned himself impatiently with a cold face: "Back then, you couldn't even draw a storyboard properly..."
"You can change your blasting plan now." Xia Zhitang smiled and snatched the fan from Lin Jingming's hand to fan him.
Lin Jingming snorted coldly and his expression relaxed.
The staff trotted over and handed him an ice towel. He wiped his face and handed the towel to Xia Zhitang: "How much does he pay you?"
"Three times more than that year." Xia Zhitang put the towel aside. "By the way, the lens you broke last time is worth this much." She gestured.
Lin Jingming snorted and kicked over the thermos.
Xia Zhitang picked up the cup lid that had rolled to his feet and shouted, "Stage attendant, change Director Lin's cup to a stainless steel one."
When dinner was served in the evening, Lin Jingming blocked the door of the equipment warehouse: "When you resigned..."
"For a raise," Xia Zhitang replied while counting the number of shots. "Mr. Cheng's offer is more cost-effective."
Yin Tian yelled outside the door, "Director Xia! The package from Mr. Cheng has arrived!"
The staff attentively brought the express box over and placed it at the door.
Lin Jingming stared at the "Handle with Care" sign on the box and kicked it. "Is he that important?"
"He's my current boss." Xia Zhitang scratched the tape on the courier box, "And you're the director of our partnership."
In the box was the stress-relieving toy sent by Cheng Shubai - an indestructible rubber director's chair.
Lin Jingming snatched it away: "I confiscated it. It's a benefit for the cooperating director."
Xia Zhitang wanted to snatch it back, but Lin Jingming took advantage of his height advantage to lift the rubber director's chair high and looked at Xia Zhitang with a smug look on his face.
Xia Zhitang silently withdrew his hand and secretly cursed him for being childish.
The lights outside the door suddenly lit up, and the night show in the ancestral hall began to test the lights. Lin Jingming's shadow was stretched and cast on Xia Zhitang.
He grabbed the intercom: "Lighting team! Turn up the key light..."
"It'll be overexposed." Xia Zhitang pressed his wrist. "Ancestral hall plays need to have a gloomy feel. You taught me that back then."
Lin Jingming's eyes slowly moved from Xia Zhitang's hand holding his wrist to Xia Zhitang's eyes, and suddenly he smiled silently.
He turned on the intercom again: "The main light remains unchanged, and the auxiliary light is turned up one level."
Xia Zhitang let go of Lin Jingming's hand, but was grabbed by the other party in return.
Lin Jingming's fingers wearing a wedding ring stroked the faded red rope on Xia Zhitang's wrist.
"Why do you always wear a red string? A diamond necklace would look so pretty on such a thin wrist."
Complex thoughts flashed through Xia Zhitang's lowered eyes. She shook off Lin Jingming's hand and walked away silently.
Lin Jingming leaned against the wall, watching Xia Zhitang's back while playing with the plastic director's chair: "Why are you so irritable lately?"
That day, Xia Zhitang was wiping the water mist off the monitor when he caught a glimpse of Yin Tian's investor's Maserati in the parking lot.
She took out her cell phone and was about to send a message when Yin Tian came out from behind the clothing cart, biting a popsicle.
Xia Zhitang looked at Yin Tian: "Boss Wang is here."
"Huh? No one informed me." Yin Tian looked confused. "I'll go hide in the dressing room first."
She ran away like a gust of wind with the popsicle in her mouth.
Xia Zhitang thought about it and took a photo of the Maserati and sent it to Xie Lin.
Yin Tianwo was on set all day, and filming went smoothly. But when they finished filming, the Maserati was gone.
The crew had dispersed, and Xia Zhitang was counting the equipment in the equipment room. When he turned around, he saw Yin Tian standing at the door hesitantly, holding on to the door frame.
"Director Xia, um, let's go back together." Yin Tian said it unconsciously.
"Where's the assistant?"
"Sister Lin is on vacation, and the assistant has heatstroke..."
"Wait a moment."
"Yeah!" Yin Tian nodded heavily.
On the way back to the hotel, the heat lingered on the concrete road, and the setting sun lengthened their shadows on the ground.
Yin Tian's slender fingertips quietly climbed up Xia Zhitang's arm, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Xia Zhitang did not shake her off.
"Let's go to Xie Lin's room first." Xia Zhitang took out his mobile phone. Xie Lin's avatar was pushed to the back by a string of group messages, and there was still no reply.
"Did Sister Lin look for you?" Xia Zhitang looked at Yin Tian.
"No." Yin Tian shook her head. "She's been missing for the whole day."
Xia Zhitang frowned and couldn't help feeling a little worried.
They walked to Xie Lin's door, and Yin Tian was the first to knock on the door: "Sister Lin!"
After a while, when Xia Zhitang was considering whether to ask the hotel to help open the door, Xie Lin's hoarse voice came from inside the door: "Wait a moment."
Xie Lin, heavily made up and with messy hair, poked her head out from the crack of the door: "Come in and talk."
In the dim room, the bed was covered with strange clothes piled up like a mountain. The hem of the sailor suit was cut into tassels, pearls were sewn on the holes of the hollow art socks, and a black leather retro necklace was pressed on a pile of documents.
Yin Tian picked up the clothes on the bed one by one with a look of surprise and gestured.
Xia Zhitang chose a corner of the sofa that was not cluttered with strange objects and sat down.
Xie Lin, wearing a short red silk nightgown, poured herself a glass of wine, looked at the two of them, and after a moment's hesitation, said, "Boss Wang came to see me."
Yin Tian jumped up: "That bastard bullied you!"
"We're just two turtles watching green beans." Xie Lin slumped down in her chair, shaking her red wine glass. "Everyone has a little hobby."
"Sister Lin." Yin Tian's eyes were red as she picked up a palm-sized piece of cloth from the bed. "Don't let yourself be wronged!"
Xie Lin laughed so hard that the wine in her glass dripped onto the carpet.
"Everyone has needs." Xie Lin opened her burgundy silk pajamas.
Yin Tian screamed, covered her face with her hands, and stared at Xie Lin through her fingers.
Xie Lin slowly straightened her clothes and put on a bunny ear headband. "But the leather sofa in his office is really comfortable..."
"Since you're okay, I'll go back and check the notice first." Xia Zhitang stood up and was about to leave with a red face, but was pulled by Xie Lin and pressed in front of the makeup mirror.
"Good things should be shared." Xie Lin picked up the black cat ear headband and put it on Xia Zhitang's head.
"Together, together!" Yin Tian grabbed a furry cat's tail and put it around her waist.
Xia Zhitang struggled to get up, but was held down by Xie Lin.
"This backless dress looks good!" Xie Lin held up a pure white deep V dress and tried it on Xia Zhitang.
"Ahhh, I want to see it, I want to see it!" Yin Tian screamed and rushed over.
"Sister Xia, try it!"
"Catch Director Xia!"
“Don’t run!”
Yin Tian's incessant screams almost blew the roof off the house.
All kinds of strange clothes were spread all over the floor. Some people were changing their clothes by themselves, while others were pulling Xia Zhitang to change his clothes. It was a mess.
The three emotionally agitated people did not hear the incessant knocking on the door.
The door lock clicked and Lin Jingming stood at the door with an anxious look on his face.
At this time, Yin Tian was pressing Xia Zhitang on the chair, and Xie Lin, who couldn't see what was happening at the door, laughed so hard that her laughter became like the sound of a barbell.
Lin Jingming's gaze moved from the furry cat ears down to the white shirt that revealed a part of the waistline, and finally stopped at the black mesh stockings that were about to slip off Xia Zhitang's knees.
Yin Tian's face fell and she quickly hid behind the wardrobe.
Xie Lin poked her head out with a blushing face. Seeing Lin Jingming, she quickly picked up a cat's tail from the pile of clothes and asked, "Director Lin, do you want to try the cat's tail?"
"The whole building can hear you." Lin Jingming's eyes were glued to Xia Zhitang's black-stockinged feet, and he secretly swallowed his saliva, "Be careful of the impact."
Xia Zhitang was burned by Lin Jingming's gaze, and quickly pulled off her stockings, rolled them into a ball and stuffed them into her trouser pocket.
Lin Jingming noticed that the tips of her ears turned red.
He smiled and bent down to pick up the lace eye mask that had fallen at his feet.
"The crew has no shortage of props." Lin Jingming threw the blindfold back on the bed and gave Xia Zhitang a meaningful look. "Hide it better next time."
The door closed and Xia Zhitang hurriedly wrapped himself in his sun-protective clothing and rushed out of the room.
A drunk Xie Lin was still shouting in the room: "Remember to ask Mr. Cheng if he wants the same pajamas for me!"
The next day, Xia Zhitang was squatting, adjusting the pulleys on the railcar, when the tips of Lin Jingming's Oxford shoes suddenly appeared in his sight. He was carrying a half-empty bottle of iced oolong tea and wandering around. "The stockings in Xie Lin's room last night..."
Xia Zhitang pulled the seat belt buckle hard and almost knocked over the tripod next to him.
Lin Jingming squatted down to help her steady the tripod and whispered in her ear, "The black mesh model looks familiar."
Xia Zhitang stood up suddenly: "I'll go change the battery."
The ends of her hair brushed past Lin Jingming's nose, carrying the scent of mint shampoo.
Lin Jingming laughed out loud as he looked at Xia Zhitang's flustered back.
During lunch break, Xia Zhitang got into the clothing car, and when he came out, he had a pair of black fishnet stockings under his shorts.
Lighting engineer Lao Zhang whistled as he passed by: "Hey, Director Xia is doing the fashion show today?"
"Anti-mosquitoes." Xia Zhitang adjusted the monitor calmly. "There are a lot of bugs in the shed."
Yin Tian came over, holding a small fan: "Send me the link! This pattern makes my legs look straighter!"
Xia Zhitang subconsciously turned her head and saw Lin Jingming looking at her with a gloomy face.
She pretended not to notice and continued to work.
After work, Lin Jingming blocked the equipment room and said, "How can you dress like this?"
Xia Zhitang ignored him and tiptoed to reach the top toolbox, hooking her stockings on the iron frame and pulling out the thin threads.
Lin Jingming stepped forward and grabbed her wrist: "The crew is not Fashion Week!"
Xia Zhitang shook off his hand. "The lighting team's efficiency has greatly improved. The stagehands moved three more boxes of equipment, and even Yin Tian didn't complain of being tired. This isn't affecting work, it's boosting morale."
"You are not allowed to wear it."
"Reason?" Xia Zhitang raised his eyes and looked at Lin Jingming steadily.
Lin Jingming was about to lose his temper when Xia Zhitang took out a spare pair of stockings and threw them into Lin Jingming's arms: "Why don't you try them first?"
"Director Lin, we need your confirmation on the blasting parameters." The voice of the field attendant came from outside the door.
Lin Jingming stuffed the stockings into his trouser pocket with a dark face, turned around and left angrily.
Xia Zhitang rolled his eyes at Lin Jingming's back.
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