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After all, Jiang Ran is a dragon and a phoenix among people, ah, no, he is a fighter plane in an airplane, and after lying down for such a serious illness for a few days, he was revived with full blood.
I wouldn't say I took good care of it.
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The filming of the whole drama will also be coming to an end, the director chose a gloomy afternoon to make up the footage of going up the mountain before, and there will be a few night scenes in the evening.
As soon as the director called to stop, Jiang Ran's assistant put a long and thick down jacket on him, and stuffed a hot water bottle into his arms.
Wen Zhao asked him: "Senior, isn't it cold this time?"
Jiang Ran shook his head calmly, turned around and walked towards me: "Is it cold?"
I put my hands in my sleeves habitually, watching him come over like middle-aged old men.
"It's not cold, my costume is..."
Before he finished speaking, he stuffed the hot water bottle into my arms.
"Why isn't it cold? My face is red from the cold."
! ! Being stuffed with a hot water bottle, I warmed up in an instant, shrinking my neck happily.
Jiang Ran put his arms around my shoulders: "Don't just stand there, go indoors."
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Such a cabin for travelers to rest is indeed the best consolation in the ice and snow.
I saw that Jiang Ran's lips were still purple, so I covered him for a while before returning the hot water bottle to him.
The assistant handed us two cups of hot tea.
The snow-capped mountains in the evening always have a special magic power. In the afterglow of the sun, the snow has a light purple halo.
I took a sip of the tea, unconsciously imagining the scene of "returning on a snowy night".
"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Ran asked suddenly.
I pulled back my thoughts, turned my head to meet his drooping eyes, and trembled in my heart.
Damn, when did I, Mo Shuyao, become so artistic
Am I really in love
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I blinked blankly at Jiang Ran, but he moved closer and raised his hand to fiddle with the broken hair on my forehead.
It was still a little itchy when poked in my eyes, I narrowed my eyes: "What are you doing?"
He breathed lightly: "There is snow on the head, it is almost turning into water."
After finishing speaking, he asked his assistant to borrow a napkin, pressed my forehead and began to rub it.
I silently rolled my eyes, but still lowered my head obediently.
Jiang Ran still has a hot water bottle on his body, so warm that I want to lean on him unconsciously.
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"Are you tired?" He pointed to his shoulder, "You can rest on me for a while."
"No need." I fished the hot water bottle from him, "Just give me this."
Jiang Ran chuckled in my ear, then looked away again.
"I didn't expect it to snow today."
"Um."
He turned to look at me again: "Have you been to the snow mountain before?"
"No, what's the matter."
"This scene is almost the same as that written in your novel. Those who see the scenery find it beautiful, while those who are in the scenery feel bitter."
I was shocked when I heard this, and poked him with my arm: "You can recite my original text now without reading the book?!"
Jiang Ran pursed his lips and laughed: "Because your writing is shocking, Mr. Mo."
"..." If it weren't for the fact that I can't use my fists now, I would definitely fight this bastard for 300 rounds!
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Jiang Ran refused to give up, and began to ask me about my creative experience.
In fact, I really don't have any experience. I basically heard this bizarre story from my father.
I don't know why the time from evening to night is so long. It's always a bit strange for two people to huddle together and not talk.
After hesitating for a while, I still answered: "These stories are all told by my father. He works on railways and travels all over the map. Every time he comes back, he will bring me special products from other places, and give me I tell a lot of weird stories. When I was little I was…”
I liked him when I was little.
Speaking of this, I suddenly stopped.
At that time, I was the most respectable family in our village. When other people’s children were still playing with mud, I had already played with the models and building blocks that my father brought from Beijing and Shanghai.
My father is obviously such an excellent engineer, why did he...
Will be infected with pornography/gambling/drugs
"Fuck..." My eyes blurred.
If I could go back to that time, I would be on my knees and beg him not to gamble.
Instead of severing ties with him, tell him that you are going to gamble, I will not care about your sudden death outside or being chopped off.
But my father betrayed the family after all.
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"Mo Shuyao, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Ran grabbed my shoulders.
I turned and nuzzled his face.
He looked into my eyes: "What's wrong? Did I say the wrong thing?"
"No, I just thought of my parents."
Pushing away his hand, standing up pretending to be strong, looking at the wind and snow outside the window.
Mo Shuyao, don't bow your head, the crown will fall off.
I comforted myself silently in my heart.
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Jiang Ran also came over: "I told you earlier that you can tell me about your parents, if you are really short of money..."
"I'm not short of money." I interrupted him taking a deep breath.
If the money is gone, I will be able to earn it back one day, but if the love is broken and the people are gone, that is my deepest regret.
"Then what do you lack?"
His tone was very calm, and I was slightly taken aback when I heard that.
After half a second of blankness in my mind, I turned to look at him, and his outline was vaguely reflected in my wet eyes.
A voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of my heart—
I need someone who will never quit my life.
Jiang Ran walked towards me slowly.
I froze in place.
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According to the practice of Mary Su drama, there should be a hug of love here.
But just as I was trying to figure out the bloody plot that might happen in the next second, the director called us out to shoot night scenes.
I wrote a total of one million words for this novel, and I haven't finished filming all of the TV series.
Tonight is the last scene of the whole play.
After Gong came back from Four Seasons Mountain, he realized that Shou was also a descendant of the Protoss, and he had an entangled past with his family, so he activated his active skill, tricked Shou into drinking Mengpo soup, erased his memory and left.
To be honest, I think those poor little book fans will definitely go crazy if the first season is stuck in such a horrible place.
But now I'm going crazy.
I was made to cry by that bastard Jiang Ran just now, the tears were not dry yet, the wind made it even more uncomfortable to go out.
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Sure enough, I was in a bad state when the filming started.
A group of people came down from the mountain, Jiang Ran stopped me: "Chen Mingge, are you thirsty?"
His voice became colder and more emotionless in the wind and snow.
I nod.
He handed me a jug of water: "Then let's have a rest."
But I know it's "Mengpo soup", and I should roll my eyes and faint after drinking it.
Then forget everything, go back and be an ordinary forensic doctor.
I don't know where my emotions came from. I took the kettle and stared at his cold eyes, which suddenly turned red.
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The director called Ka: "Mo Shuyao, what's the matter with you? Although I know you wrote the book and the ending is quite sad, but you are not ready to cry yet."
I smiled and sniffed, and apologized: "Sorry, it's too early to get into the show."
Jiang Ran's face seemed to have become more serious.
The director waved his hand: "Come again, it's cold outside, so finish filming early and call it a day."
I nod seriously.
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Jiang Ran handed me the kettle again.
This time I didn't think too much about it, and drank it all as soon as I took the Gudong Gudong.
"Mo Shuyao, you should be dizzy, Jiang Ran is going to hug him!" The director gave orders through the walkie-talkie.
The moment I closed my eyes and fell down, I didn't know what I was thinking, and tears rolled down the corners of my eyes naturally. I fell into a warm embrace and was then lowered to the ground.
"Sorry, I still lost you after all."
Jiang Ran whispered in my ear.
A tear fell on my face.
I closed my eyes, feeling his hand slowly withdraw from mine, and Wen Zhao and others surrounded him.
"There is always a person in my heart, who has no name or appearance, but I know that he has been here."
This is Shou's final inner monologue.
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My heart suddenly skipped a beat.
It turned out that I was so reluctant to forget him.
Even if it is fake.
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The director called out, and the staff quickly helped me up.
My tears almost turned into icicles.
The director was so excited that he clapped his hands and applauded: "Sure, good! It's just a show!"
Wen Zhao was even so moved that he wiped away his tears: "Oh my god, the two film kings, I cried."
The manager looked at me with a real face: "This is the expression of true feelings. Mo Shuyao must be reluctant to forget us, Mr. Jiang."
I:"… "
Happiness is someone else's, I don't have it.
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On the way back to the hotel by car, the atmosphere was unexpectedly silent.
My heart was heavy, Jiang Ran sat next to me and didn't speak.
The manager thought we were tired and told us to go to bed early after we went back.
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After returning to the room, I quickly turned on the air conditioner, took off my coat, and shrank into the quilt.
"You don't take a shower?" Jiang Ran rummaged through his pajamas in the closet, "Really so tired?"
I muttered something under my breath.
Jiang Ran sat beside my bed and poked me through the quilt: "What's the matter, it's not your style to suddenly cry like this."
I pretended not to hear.
"So what are you lacking?" Jiang Ran paused, but still didn't respond when he saw me, "If you don't speak, I will assume that you are too involved in the show, and I can't bear to forget me."
ha? Where did you get your confidence
I jumped out of bed and gave him a hard look.
"Looks like I'm right?" He suddenly smirked.
Oh oh oh peat oh!
asshole.
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Under Jiang Ran's relentless coercion and lure, I still told about my family's affairs in the past few years.
Including my dad gambling and beating my mom, how I won a lifetime achievement award for unemployment, how I lent him money to fix his hole, and how my mom later blackmailed me for alimony.
In her eyes, it is only right and proper for the father to pay the debt to the son. My mother was beaten up by my father, and she really needed money for medical treatment.
But I have no money!
I'm going to starve to death myself.
She threatened me that if I didn’t pay, she would kill me and ask my seven aunts and eight aunts to go to court to sue me. She also asked the whole village to go to my workplace to make trouble, making me unable to hold my head up for the rest of my life.
I've always had a strong sense of vanity since I was a child, and this trick killed me to death.
Fortunately, there are a few local tyrants among my college classmates. I borrowed tens of thousands of dollars from them for emergency, without even blinking an eye.
Having said that, I still owe hundreds of thousands of yuan and haven't paid it back.
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After hearing this, Jiang Ran's expression was very serious.
"Then do you plan to continue raising your mother?"
I lowered my head: "Now that I have money, I should be able to afford it."
"But you are indulging. You get more salary, and she asks you more." Jiang Ran spoke righteously.
"That can't be helped." I turned my head to one side, staggered his gaze, and tried to stop crying, "I don't have a father anymore, and I don't want to have a mother anymore."
Jiang Ran's tone suddenly softened, he moved closer to me, and poked my chest with his finger: "I didn't expect that you look crazy, but you are so soft-hearted."
It hurt me even more for him to say that.
If I live this chaotic life soberly, I might as well hang myself with a rope.
I sniffed again, Jiang Ran sat close and gently embraced my shoulders, turned his head and blew into my eyes that were a little red from crying.
My brain suddenly went blank, my body was a little limp, and I leaned directly into his arms.
Tseo, why is my heart beating so fast
No, Mo Shuyao, you have to calm down!
"Hmm..." Suddenly I trembled violently.
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Jiang Ran suddenly straightened his eyes: "Are you uncomfortable? Why is your face red?"
I pushed him away, pulled up the quilt and wrapped it in the bed, howling: "Go away, give me a bath!"
Unexpectedly, this time he got up neatly, his eyes swept from top to bottom, and he said with a light smile, "Okay."
! ! My old face became hot.
Damn, he was eaten to death by Jiang Ran again.
The author has something to say: Mo Shuyao will soon wake up.