Lu Wen sat up like a corpse, his eyes still red, and he stared at Li Dapeng: "What did you say? Is it Teacher Qu's intention to arrange a life assistant for me?"
"That's right." Li Dapeng said, "Xiao Zhang told me so."
The blanket slipped from his shoulders, and Lu Wenguang was flabbergasted while drying his arms. Sun Xiaojian opened his mouth at the side, also quite surprised.
"I'm going to tidy up, pack up the dirty clothes, and return them to Teacher Fudao tomorrow." Li Dapeng took the towel and water glass, went to the small living room, and pulled up the screen fan.
Lu Wen and Sun Xiaojian looked at each other for a while.
Lu Wen scratched his short hair anxiously, so Qu Yanting arranged an assistant for him that afternoon when he gave him a play lecture. He has been enjoying Qu Yanting's care for him, but he doesn't realize it.
Sun Xiaojian said: "Bian Qu's doing this shows that he admires you very much. Has our original goal been achieved?"
Lu Wen slid into the bed, turned over and faced the wall. He doesn't know whether he appreciates it or not, he only remembers that he bumped into Qu Yanting countless times, and now his chest is swollen, full of guilt.
Unexpectedly, the body drove over the speed bump and bumped a bit.
Only then did Lu Wen notice it, and he turned his head and asked, "What's going on? The car moved?"
Sun Xiaojian said: "You are tired and stupid, how can you go back to the hotel if you don't move?"
Lu Wen said anxiously: "But Mr. Qu hasn't got in the car yet!"
Except for the artist and kimono group, the others have not yet finished work. After shooting the car accident, it was necessary to take another set of unmanned scenery shots.
In the early morning, it is one of the nodes of light change, and the scene light should be re-judged. Qu Yanting sat under the awning, crossed his legs, and drew a new sketch with a pen and paper on his legs.
He looked up at the street and designed the lighting for each location. Out of the corner of his eye, he ran towards this side suddenly. He lowered his head and nervously turned the pen holder.
"Qubian," Duan Meng burrowed into the shed, "the machine has been protected again, no problem."
Qu Yanting said briefly: "Well, it's hard work."
The rain was too heavy, and Duan Meng had no intention of leaving, so he stood aside: "Bian Qu, your posture is very sketchy. You have learned to draw, or did you learn it when you were studying directing?"
Qu Yanting had already learned it before, but he was not a professional. Storyboarding is indispensable for learning from directing, and he learned it in general. But he credits his initiators, saying, "I learned it from my dad when I was a kid."
Duan Meng said: "Your father must be a cultural person, not a painter?"
Qu Yanting pursed her lips and smiled slightly, but her eyes were calm, which was the usual perfunctory way of adults.
After marking the last stroke, he said directly: "A shoots the big rocker arm and starts working."
Back to the hotel.
Lu Wen took a hot bath and washed himself from head to toe. He didn't even bother to move his fingers, the old monk sat down in front of the dressing table and called Sun Xiaojian to come in and serve him.
"Blow your head first."
Sun Xiaojian rolled up his sleeves, and went around Lu Wen's back to dry his hair. After drying, Lu Wen lowered his cervical spine.
"What for?"
"Wipe your neck."
Men often wear shirts. Under the crisp collar, the back of the neck exposed is the man's second face, which must be properly maintained. Lu Wen lowered his head, and Sun Xiaojian wiped the dew on his body gently, not afraid that rough hands would rub his skin red.
Lu Wen inadvertently thought of Qu Yanting touching his face, and also thought of him clasping Qu Yanting's palm.
The hands holding the pen and typing should be used to a good life, but the touch is clear, and he can feel that there is a layer of old calluses on Qu Yanting's hands.
Lu Wen went back to the bedroom and lay down. After a day and a night of continuous rotation, as soon as he touched the big bed, his limbs and bones were completely relaxed.
A note was stuck on the bedside lamp, written before going out, listing a list of items: water bath, mist heat therapy, body massage, and reserved a private theater.
Sun Xiaojian asked: "You have already booked? Are you still going?"
"Fuck it." Lu Wen was as lazy as a dead dog, "Now that the sky is falling, I won't leave this bed."
Sun Xiaojian said regretfully, "What a waste."
As soon as Lu Wen was used to being generous, he said, "If you want to go, you can go. It's tiring enough to stay with you for one night. Call Brother Peng, and if you want to do any other projects, just add my room number."
Li Dapeng cooked ginger soup and brought a bowl.
Lu Wen drank it all in one gulp, and it was warm inside and out. He told Sun Xiaojian and Li Dapeng to go back to rest.
The whole suite fell silent, Lu Wengong lay there for a moment, sleepy and tired but unable to fall asleep. In the high sky outside the window, there is a little white light in the gloom, which is the dawn in the rain.
Did the other groups call it a day
Did the filming go well
Which car did Qu Yanting take to come back
Lu Wen couldn't sleep more and more, hum, the phone vibrated briefly, and Sun Xiaojian sent a message: Are you asleep
With his wrist pressed against the pillow, Lu Wen replied: What are you doing
Sun Xiaojian: On Weibo, Ruan Feng has followed you, please turn it off.
Lu Wen didn't go online for a while, and opened Weibo suspiciously, startled. He added tens of thousands of followers, and he roughly scanned them, and they were basically Ruan Feng's fans.
Usually there are about a hundred comments per Weibo, but now there are nearly a thousand unread comments in the comment column. Lu Wen clicked on it, and Ruan Feng's fans left him a message to the effect: Handsome guy, take good care of my family, Ruan Ruan, and be more considerate.
Something is wrong.
The actors of the crew are very normal, but Lu Wen is holding the phone, but he can't press the follow button for a long time. He posted in a daze for a while, and finally quit Weibo.
Sun Xiaojian's news came after him: Have you returned to customs
Lu Wen lied: I forgot the login password.
The rain outside the window was erratic, and occasionally a strong wind blew through, clamoring to open the umbrellas of pedestrians.
Lu Wen couldn't fall asleep, so he wrapped himself in a nightgown and moved to the sofa in the living room. Half an hour later, when there were faint footsteps in the corridor, he immediately got up.
When Qu Yanting came back from work, he spent a rainy night, and his whole body was already drenched. The jacket was in hand, and the damp smoky purple sweater had darkened, and the down was covered with fine beads of water.
He was extremely tired, and walked slowly. He walked to 6206 and swiped his card with his head bowed. His black, wet and cool hair fell on his forehead, and when he raised his head, he gently pulled it back.
Qu Yanting entered the door, turned around to close the door, and unbuttoned a shirt button in the narrowing gap.
The door was closed, leaving only faint water marks on the surface of the door handle.
Behind the door of 6207, Lu Wen stuck his cat's eyes and couldn't see anything. But the figure in his mind has not disappeared, it is different from the usual reservedness, and also different from the decisiveness of commanding everyone on the set. Just now, Qu Yanting looked embarrassed and relaxed.
Like a tree trembling in the wind and rain but strong.
Qu Yanting was too cold and tired. After taking a hot shower, he didn't even have the energy to blow his hair. The doorbell rang, but he deliberately ignored it, and it didn't take long for the ringing to knock on the door.
The waiter wouldn't do that, he probably guessed who it was.
Tired of dealing with it, Qu Yanting went to open the door with a towel on her shoulders, and opened the door stingily.
Outside the door, Lu Wen was holding a small pot in both hands: "Teacher Qu, there are more than one bowl of ginger soup cooked by the assistant. I heard you come back and brought it for you to drink."
Qu Yanting was a little surprised, and asked, "Have you drank?"
At the end of the corridor, the waiter was doing the first morning patrol in the morning and came here. Qu Yanting was afraid that the waiter would greet him, so he opened the door wide and let Lu Wen enter the room.
Lu Wen said as he went in, "I drank it, and left the rest cold. I wanted to warm it up and serve it to you, but I'm not very good at using kitchen appliances."
After closing the door, Qu Yanting said, "I'll just warm myself."
The structure of the two suites is the same, and Lu Wen brought ginger soup to the open kitchen. Qu Yanting took out a set of bowls and cups from the cabinet, took them out and heated them in a steamer.
He asked casually, "The assistant cooked it for you?"
Lu Wen didn't answer, but asked instead: "Teacher Qu, is this the assistant you arranged for me?"
Qu Yanting was stunned for two seconds, he didn't care about such small things, he recalled for a moment before confirming: "It seems... I told Xiao Zhang."
Lu Wen pressed his big hand on the island platform, as if he pressed the bank of the swimming pool that day, it was so hot. He is an eighteenth grader, and he has always been neglected. He has never been taken care of like this.
"You..." He asked hypocritically, but also looked forward to it, "Why are you treating me so well?"
Qu Yanting was obviously taken aback: "No."
"Why not?" Lu Wen was inexplicably anxious, "There are so many actors in the crew, why did you arrange an assistant for me?"
Qu Yanting replied: "Because other people already have assistants."
Lu Wen was speechless, and his heart was also a little blocked.
After only a momentary change in expression, Qu Yanting understood, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter, do you think I value you very much?"
Being poked at the center, Lu Wen concealed it guiltily: "No, I have nothing to pay attention to, but I'm a little handsomer than others."
Qu Yanting also asked, "Are you particularly moved?"
"Have you said it all?" Lu Wen's description became darker and darker, "What's so touching about this, I'll just verify it, there is no other meaning."
Qu Yanting began to bully people again: "Then you don't sleep after work, and rush over to deliver ginger soup."
Lu Wen was so embarrassed that he said indiscriminately: "I can't finish drinking, I just don't want to waste it. Besides, I'm actually... actually here to get a sweater."
Missing this after all calculations, Qu Yanting restrained himself: "The sweater... is wet."
"Then I have to pay it back." Lu Wen couldn't control his mouth anymore, "I just have such a black dress, so I pay it back now."
Qu Yanting was a little embarrassed. He wanted to wash it up before returning it, but he came to ask for the two hundred and five. He went to the bathroom, took off the sweater and put it in the hamper.
Suddenly, the phone rang on the sofa. It was probably Ren Shu who was stuck in time to ask about the shooting situation.
Qu Yanting turned the corner to answer the phone, and got used to being manipulated. He said to Lu Wen, "The sweater is in the laundry basket, go get it yourself."
Lu Wen was stubborn for a while, but now he has no choice but to make mistakes. He walked into the bathroom, the light was on, and the glass door of the shower room was half open, letting out the lingering heat.
The dirty laundry basket was right next to the sink, full of clothes, and Lu Wen leaned over to look through it.
Within five seconds, Lu Wen came out of the bathroom empty-handed and shouted, "I don't want the sweater anymore!"
Qu Yanting waited until the last ringtone was about to answer, but was startled by the voice and accidentally hung up. He asked inexplicably: "I was so impatient just now, why don't you want it again?"
Lu Wen stuttered: "Du, Du is out of shape, anyway, I don't want it anymore."
Qu Yanting said: "Then I will pay you one."
"No need." Lu Wen said, "Just treat it as me sending you off."
He went to the kitchen to get a small pot, walked out, went to the entrance and opened the door, and saw the carnation in the vase. The petals tended to wither, but Qu Yanting did not lose them.
"Teacher Qu," Lu Wen paused, "Anyway, thank you for taking care of me."
Qu Yanting said: "You're welcome."
As soon as the words fell, Lu Wen gripped the doorknob tightly, with a terrific aura: "But one size counts for one size. I must remind you, don't let anyone casually enter your bathroom in the future!"
Boom! The door slammed shut.
Qu Yanting froze beside the sofa, his brows were a little confused and a little frightened.
He was yelled at by that two hundred and five again? I don't know if it's because I'm too tired, or I'm used to it, but I can't seem to lose my temper, I just feel baffled.
Qu Yanting took off the wet towel around his neck, put it back in the bathroom, passed the laundry basket, and wanted to confirm the degree of deformation of the sweater. If it's not a big deal, he sends it off for dry cleaning.
The clothes in the basket are the ones that were taken off before taking a bath. They are thrown into the coat first, followed by the sweater, trousers, and shirts. The outer layer of clothes is more pressed underneath.
"I didn't even take it out, how did I know it was deformed." Qu Yanting muttered, picking up the top one.
He froze immediately, and the one he picked up with his fingers was the last, wet, black briefs he took off.
So, the panties are on top all the way
When Lu Wen was looking for a sweater, didn't he...
Qu Yanting withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and threw the underwear back into the basket. He straightened up and understood why Lu Wen didn't want it anymore, and also understood what Lu Wenhou said.
He looked up at the mirror, in incandescent black pajamas, with two embarrassing blushes on his cheeks.
The author has something to say: Lu Wen: I was ashamed.