After returning from the set late at night, Yu Ming was already sleepy, and Han Dong was still coming in and out, messing around.
"What are you doing?" Yu Ming asked.
Han Dong hung a copper wind chime outside the window and wrote the word "Luan" on it with a red pen. And put pink perfume flowers in the window, and write the names of myself and Wang Zhongding on the petals. Then he wrote another yellow paper talisman and pressed it under the powder crystal crushed stone pillow. Finally, drink a cup of pink rose tea, and when you savor its fragrance, you can say three words lightly: "Zhao-peach-flower."
Yu Ming also answered him with three words: "Crazy."
"Do you believe that with my trick, Wang Zhongding will come here soon?" Han Dong was confident.
Yu Ming snorted, "How long have you been muttering? He didn't come either."
"I just talked about it a few days ago, and I will take action today, okay?"
Yu Ming didn't bother to talk to him, and climbed into bed by himself.
The door of Han Dong's room was not closed, and Yu Ming could hear him talking.
"Ming'er, do you have a date?"
Yu Ming was silent for a long time before speaking: "No."
"Are you not now or have you always been?" Han Dong asked again.
"never."
"Damn it, what's the point of living for a person like you? If I were you, you would have died long ago."
Yu Ming rolled his eyes.
Han Dong's voice came from the next door again, "Did you roll your eyes?"
Yu Ming was shocked, how did he know
"Are you wondering how I know?" Han Dong started talking again.
Yu Ming refused to admit it.
"Let me tell you, your ears are good, and mine are better than yours. As long as you are within ten meters of me, I can hear what is in your heart. The buddy who lived diagonally opposite me, as long as he thinks Just jerk off and I'll know."
"Blow it and you will." Yu Ming snorted.
Han Dong said: "I didn't lie to you, but it's a pity that he went too far later, and I don't know what he will do again."
Yu Ming didn't speak.
"Ming'er, don't imitate him."
Yu Ming suffered from insomnia.
It's good for Han Dong, he made him feel uneasy, and he started snoring himself.
After an unknown amount of time, Yu Ming really heard the door knock.
Wang Zhongding walked into Han Dong's room silently.
Han Dong was already asleep, and the temperature was more than ten degrees, so he didn't cover himself with a quilt, so he curled up on the bed and let himself dry. Moreover, the big buttocks just poked out towards the door, and the arc was quite fierce, giving it a seductive feeling of underpumping.
Resisting the urge to kick, Wang Zhongding shook off the quilt and threw it on Han Dong.
The computer was still on, and what was displayed on the screen was Han Dong's mood today.
"A gentleman should not fight, and a group should not be a party."
"The will is as strong as iron, and the measure is as big as the sea."
"To lose is to take advantage. Believe it or not, I believe it anyway." Although Wang Zhongding could see that there were pretentious and pleasing elements in it, there was still a hint of a smile between his brows and eyes.
As a result, I didn't know where I came across, and the account suddenly and automatically logged out. When Wang Zhongding was logging in, he landed on the female account Weibo that was automatically saved by the computer.
"Handsome guys go to take care of handsome guys these days, why should I wait for a leftover girl?"
Wang Zhongding: "..."
In his dream, Han Dong felt Wang Zhongding walking towards his bed step by step, with distressed, pity and tenderness in his eyes. Then he lifted his quilt, and Han Dong couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, but...
lie!
A slap-sized flame, burning Han Dong quickly hid his pouted butt.
Before Yu Ming got up the next day, he heard Han Dong's howling from the next door.
"My flowers..."
Yu Ming walked to Han Dong's room, and found that a pot of flowers that were in full bloom last night had only branches left today. Wang Zhongding pulled off every petal with his own name on it, so he became... bald.
"And my wind chime, he also took it off for me, I don't know where my yellow paper talisman went, my pillow is gone, even my 'king of kings' was confiscated by him it's..."
Yu Ming suppressed a smile, "It's okay, isn't it just these things, let's buy more!"
"It's not about the money, it's that his behavior is too shameful."
Yu Ming thought nothing of it, "You write people's names everywhere, and of course they will take them away if they are not happy."
"I'm not saying it's shameful for him to take my things, I'm saying he took away all the items with his name on it, why didn't he take off my little underpants? His name is also written on my underwear!"
Yu Ming: "..."
As soon as Er Lei was free these two days, he went around asking someone to look at the photos, and many of them said they couldn't understand. Later, a professor who studied ancient literature took a look and felt that it looked like a numerology symbol, but it was not safe to be the same. It seems that there is a set of rules of its own in it, which can't be guessed for a while.
"I think you can ask the artist himself or someone in his circle to take a look."
The professor's implication is already obvious, and he just asked Er Lei to find a fortune teller.
Although Er Lei is not superstitious, he is not pure materialism either. He still has reservations about some things. For example, Han Dong's crooked ways, as well as the news that broke out from time to time, are indeed unpredictable. So after thinking about it, Er Lei decided to give it a try.
After a few days of inquiring, Erlei's coordinates are at No. XX, North Third Ring Middle Road, where there is a blind man with a pretty good reputation. Considering that blind people can't see things, Er Lei asked someone to draw up an identical touch map.
Because he didn't want Wang Zhongding to know, Er Lei found an excuse to ask for a day off and took a taxi to go there.
"Where are you going?" Yu Ming asked.
Han Dong said, "There is a cemetery not far from here."
Yu Ming trembled, "...it will be twelve o'clock soon."
"Then we have to hurry up and try to get there before twelve o'clock."
Yu Ming: "..."
At twelve o'clock at night, Han Dong and Yu Ming sat in the middle of two graves, smoking a cigarette, in a cemetery where they could not see their fingers. A gust of wind swept over, and Yu Ming couldn't help shivering.
"Do you feel a little scared?" Han Dong asked.
Yu Ming felt it but not so strongly, "It's okay, it's not too scary."
Hearing this, Han Dong put on a desperate tone, "Then let's copy the tombstone."
Yu Ming's heart skipped a beat. "You don't need to copy the inscriptions, just copy the names. I will copy from east to west, and you will copy from west to east. We will meet in the middle, and those who copy less will stay here overnight."
Yu Ming swallowed and spit, "Are you sure?"
Without saying a word, Han Dong threw away the cigarette butt and ran straight to the east.
When the two of them were together, they didn't feel anything, but when Yu Ming faced the tomb alone, the sense of fear really grew from the bottom of his heart.
"Zhang Hua, Liu Yunzheng, Ma Zhimin, Zhang Yourong..." Yu Ming's hands trembled more and more, and he moved faster and faster.
Finally reached the middle position, Yu Ming glanced at the tombstone and muttered, "Han... Dong... Han Dong?"
Yu Ming was shocked for a moment, and conditioned to reflexively shine the bright light of the flashlight on the photo of the deceased.
Han Dong's classic smile with his mouth crooked appeared in Yu Ming's vision.
Yu Ming threw the flashlight away and shouted in panic, "Han Dong? Han Dong? Are you still there..."
Only two crow calls answered him.
It wasn't until Yu Ming ran away that Han Dong came out from behind a cypress tree not far away, tore off his own photo, and hummed, "Is it easy for me to find someone with the same name? I don't believe you can't pass this shot !"
Then bowed three times to the deceased: "It's really offensive to take a photo with you without your consent..."
The next day, with the same scene, Director Lu looked excitedly at the monitor.
"Okay, okay, great, that's how it feels..."
"Crack!" Finished the job successfully.
When Director Lu talked to Yu Ming again, he immediately changed his tone, "Let me just say, I've shot so many big movies, it's impossible that I can't handle such a small scene."
Han Dong was taken aback, blockbuster? Who made blockbusters? Turning to look at Yu Ming: "Have you ever made a big movie?"
Yu Ming left without saying a word, carrying his things.
"Hey, I want to ask you something." Han Dong put his hand on Yu Ming's shoulder.
Yu Ming shuddered suddenly, kicked Han Dong on the forehead, and ran away without turning his head.