For several days after that, Xie Ning did not go to the studio to watch the filming.
It's not that I don't want to go, but the art team is busy, and the hotel is some distance away from the studio, so I really don't have the time to go and watch.
Xie Ning is busy, and Zhuang Yan will only be busier than him.
Ending work early on the first day is like an illusion, and the shooting schedule for the next few days is full, and the time is directly scheduled into the evening.
At the beginning of the filming, many actors did not find the feeling, Zhuang Yan polished it over and over again, and did not hesitate to retake the film if there were any flaws.
One night, it was almost early morning, and the staff member with the light board next to him couldn't help yawning. His eyelids were like two magnets, and he wanted to close them all the time.
Only Zhuang Yan, who was in front of the director's screen, was still in good spirits, frowned, and said coldly, "No, it doesn't feel right, and the emotional expression didn't reach the point I wanted, so try again."
After finishing work that day, Zhuang Yan returned to the hotel, and was so tired that he couldn't wait to fall asleep immediately.
When I entered the door, I was surprised to find that the light was still on.
Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, and saw Xie Ning half leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
He walked over lightly.
It is estimated that he was too tired. Xie Ning slept a little, and the phone fell from his hand at the end of the sofa, and there was a sound from time to time.
Zhuang Yan picked up his mobile phone, and there was still his movie on it, an early one. I don't know how Xie Ning found it.
It is estimated that halfway through watching a movie, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep.
Zhuang Yan turned off the sound and wanted to take Xie Ning back to the house.
The body suddenly vacated, Xie Ning still noticed something strange in his sleep, and woke up halfway.
He would be able to see clearly how Zhuang Yan brought him back to the house.
It's just that his consciousness is still a little hazy, and he wakes up completely when he is put on the bed.
"Waiting for me?" Zhuang Yan asked him in a low voice.
Xie Ning was embarrassed to admit it, but the situation in front of him made him unable to panic, so he could only answer vaguely: "... um."
Zhuang Yan's eyes brightened, and the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising.
He put his arms around Shainin and rested his head on his shoulder.
A day's fatigue seemed to be swept away by him.
Zhuang Yan said, "don't wait next time."
"What's the matter?" Xie Ning was woken up half-sleeping, still very sleepy, and yawned as he spoke.
Zhuang Yan laughed and said, "I can't bear to be so tired."
He is obviously not the character of a romantic boy, but when he talks about love, he comes easily.
Xie Ning really blushed again, said "I'm not tired", and pushed him to wash.
Zhuang Yan quickly finished washing up, and laying on the bed with Xie Ning in his arms, listening to each other's dull breathing at this moment, the two suddenly lost sleepiness again.
Zhuang Yan held him in his arms and kissed him, but that was all. No matter it was the packed shooting schedule or the time, they were not allowed to do anything more.
Xie Ning closed his eyes, feeling Zhuang Yan's fire-like enthusiasm, and smiled silently when Zhuang Yan kissed his forehead.
Zhuang Yan seemed a little helpless and said, "I regret not living with you now."
Xie Ning seemed stunned for a moment, opened his eyes to look at him, and asked, "Why?"
"It bothers you too much." Zhuang Yan said, "I have finished work so late recently that you can't sleep now."
Even if he fell asleep first, Zhuang Yan would make some noise when he came back and wake him up.
The lights were turned off, Xie Ning looked at Zhuang Yan's face in the dark for a while, and suddenly laughed: "It's okay."
He reached out and touched Zhuang Yan's face, found the position of his lips, and kissed Zhuang Yan's surprised eyes.
"I want to wait for you." He said with a smile, "how can I sleep without you."
Zhuang Yan breathed for a while, then turned over and held Xie Ning in his arms, deepening the kiss.
The light is not very bright, but Zhuang Yan can guess that Xie Ning's face must be slightly red at this time, but a pair of clear eyes are looking at him, which is full of trust and attachment.
Then countless happiness and small joys began to flood into my heart.
It all makes sense, he thought.
He waited for so long, gave the feelings and hope, and finally waited for a response.
A few days later, the crew suddenly discovered that Zhuang Yan's mood was inexplicably better, and he was much easier to talk than before.
For example, in today's scene in the evening, Zhuang Yan has high requirements for light and must use natural light. This shot was directly shot at night.
I haven't had time to eat, and the night is followed by another night show.
Not to mention the actors, even the staff can't stand the intensity.
But this doesn't make sense.
Sheng Shisong's assistant complained in a low voice when he delivered the meal to him: "It's too embarrassing, and we don't even give him time to eat. It looks like we have to stay all night tonight."
Said it was dinner, so I bought some fast food nearby, and I could finish it in two bites and fill my stomach.
Sheng Shisong glanced at his assistant and shook his head: "Others may be complaining in their hearts, complaining about why we have to shoot for so long, and directly dragging the time into the evening."
The assistant was dissatisfied: "Can I blame you, you've acted well enough."
"Good enough, but not perfect." Sheng Shisong said calmly, "Director Zhuang is grinding us."
I thought it would be at least until the early hours of the morning, but I didn't expect that not long after nightfall, Zhuang Yan waved his hand and let them go, saying that he wanted them to go back and think about it, and continue to shoot tomorrow.
Several actors have also established exploited friendships in the past few days.
"Director Zhuang is so good at talking today?"
"There's nothing to talk about, he didn't give you that scene until the end."
"Hey, I mean, why did I finish work so early today, I'm all ready for the night, you see, I even asked my assistant to bring a small blanket over."
I don't know who made a joke: "Maybe someone at home is waiting."
Everyone laughed again, packed their things and went back to the hotel. No one really took this joke seriously.
Zhuang Yan came back early today, and Xie Ning blinked when he saw him, thinking he was hallucinating.
"So early?" He just came out of the bathroom, his hair hadn't dried yet, and the water droplets ran down the ends of his hair and slid all the way from his neck into his collar.
Zhuang Yan's eyes darkened, he took a dry towel sideways, wrapped his head, and wiped it a few times.
Xie Ning's hair is neither long nor short, and Zhuang Yan has made it a little messy at the moment.
He leaned on the chair, which made it more convenient for Zhuang Yan to play with his hair. He asked, "Have you eaten dinner?"
Zhuang Yan didn't answer, he was inserting his fingers into Xie Ning's hair and fiddling with it twice.
It looks like it shouldn't be eaten.
Xie Ning was about to get up when Zhuang Yan held him down and asked, "Have you eaten?"
Xie Ning nodded and said, "After eating, with the art team, Brother Wang said that we have worked hard for the past two days, and it happened to invite everyone to a meal."
Brother Wang - I'm talking about Wang gradually. After so many days, Xie Ning and the people in the art group are also familiar with it.
Wang gradually said to treat guests, but in fact, it was just a meal at a nearby restaurant. It was not a high-end place, and the home-cooked food brought closer the relationship between colleagues.
Xie Ning's temperament is relatively cold. At first, others were a little afraid of this immediate boss, but after getting along for a long time, they found that he just didn't like to talk.
He has a solid foundation and high painting skills, and he is often not stingy in giving pointers. Gradually, the art team also sincerely regards him as the boss.
Zhuang Yan turned his head to look.
When Xie Ning spoke, his eyes were bright and his face was smiling.
Zhuang Yan recalled that both Ji Wenbin and Yan Xi had told him that he hoped Xie Ning could go out and communicate with people more.
He can't keep himself closed like this forever.
Like now, I have a lover, a few friends, and a group of colleagues, socializing like normal people, going out to dinner and singing.
Zhuang Yan sometimes worries that he will not adapt, but now it seems that the effect is very good.
- At least the smile on his face has been a lot more than usual recently.
"The people in the art group are all good." Zhuang Yan smiled, "Wang gradually... He just likes to play a little bit, and he is familiar with others, but he has always been enthusiastic about others."
Xie Ning answered sincerely, but did not bypass the previous topic, and asked again: "You... haven't eaten yet?"
Zhuang Yan put the towel aside, hugged Xie Ning's shoulder from behind, laughed softly, and asked, "Why, do you want to feed me?"
Shainin's face heated up again.
Zhuang Yan sometimes thinks it's amazing. Xie Ning looks indifferent, but his face is very thin. After a little teasing, his face burns.
Occasionally, he will secretly stare at you, but he is not really angry. Even staring at people seems to stretch out his claws and scratch your heart.
Not painful, but more annoying.
Xie Ning blushed and averted his gaze, instead of exploring the deep meaning of his words, he just said, "I'll make you... something to eat?"
"Don't be busy." Zhuang Yan admired his expression for a while, then took the hair dryer, reached out and scratched his hair, "I've eaten it, and someone bought a few slices of bread, and I'm not hungry now."
The sound of the hair dryer was a little louder, and Xie Ning couldn't help raising the volume: "Can bread... fill your stomach?"
Zhuang Yan helped him dry his hair, leaned his head again, started from his earlobe, and kissed slowly: "you can feed me in other ways."
The light poured on the two of them, not very bright, but it stabbed Xie Ning to close his eyes.
Zhuang Yan turned over and kissed his neck, his fingers flexibly untied his collar, and then went down.
Xie Ningse shrank back, but didn't make any resistance.
He never seemed to be able to refuse Zhuang Yan, and the occasional refusal was slightly more like a taste.
Xie Ning sometimes thinks in a trance that even if Zhuang Yan wants to do it to the end, he is probably willing.
But Zhuang Yan is always on point every time.
He looks like a rogue and strong, but he is a gentleman in his bones, and all his actions will not cross the bottom line in your heart.
Xie Ning soon ran out of time to think about things, and every place he had kissed by Zhuang Yan was terrifyingly hot.
He opened his eyes dazedly and looked into Zhuang Yan's eyes.
In those bright black pupils, full of them, he saw his own appearance.
Other than that, there seems to be nothing else.
It turned out that I was so in love with him.
Xie Ning thought, his eyes couldn't help turning red.
I am no longer alone.
I am loved.
I can love others too.
The feeling at this moment was so beautiful that Xie Ning was reluctant to close his eyes and to see Zhuang Yan.
He hugged Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan seemed to be startled for a moment, and then hugged him back.
When hugging each other, Xie Ning felt that the shackles in his heart had disappeared without a trace.
He felt that his heart was bright and spacious, as if their future was no longer bound by anything.
It's bright and predictable.
Zhuang Yan's kiss fell again.
Xie Ning was in a trance, reached out and touched Zhuang Yan's hair, rubbed his fingers down, and was caught by Zhuang Yan again.
Zhuang Yan took his hand and looked up deeply.
Then, he lowered his head again.
He put his lips on his wrist and rubbed it affectionately a few times. Before Xie Ning could react, the tip of his tongue was stretched out and he licked it gently.
A little itchy, and a little moist.
Shainin's hand trembled reflexively.
Zhuang Yan didn't say anything, but kissed seriously and affectionately.
It took Xie Ning a long time for his thinking to slowly break free from the sex.
He looked at Zhuang Yan's hair and was stunned for a while.
After a long time, he realized that the wrist that Zhuang Yan had kissed seemed to be burnt, and the temperature was terrifyingly high.
And that hot place is not only engraved with a bird that is about to fly.
There are also the scars buried deep under the lines, buried deep in his heart.
At this time, it seems that Zhuang Yan has smoothed it out.