Xie Bin and Jianbianlin were in Banyan Tree and had no room. Xie Bin temporarily gave the room to Chu Jian and went to the nearby Ritz-Carlton. I first saw that after checking in, I entered the room, and the housekeeper just started cleaning.
Jian Bian Lin looked at the mess inside, and there was still a smell of smoke. He whispered to the customer service team to save the smell, and took the small suitcase he saw at first, and took her back to his room first.
When she entered his room, she felt a little nervous, and she could only relieve her by talking non-stop: "Fortunately, the last time I went back, I signed Macau again, or else I won’t be there tonight," the inspector of Lin Lin. The clothes were thrown on the bed, a lot. Before I had time to clean up, I took all the clothes hangers and supported him one by one. "You don't need to film tomorrow morning, right?"
The sound stopped abruptly, and the last shirt was removed. It was a few folded panties...
When I first saw it, I almost used it to throw away. I threw my shirt back and covered it.
Before covering it all, she glanced guiltily at the border forest igniting the incense, tugged at the corner of the shirt with her fingers, pulled it over an inch, and blocked it all...
Then, as if he hadn't seen anything, he hung up the clothes he had put up in the closet.
"I can watch TV, you go take a bath." He put the burning candle in the container.
"Take a bath?" At first sight, his arm was stiff, holding his shirt, looking at him stupidly.
"Blowing the wind all night, you will catch a cold if you don't take a shower." Jian Bianlin walked over, took the clothes in her hand, and hung it up by herself, "Go ahead."
He always speaks half of what he says, so he can save as much as possible.
When I first saw it, I probably understood what he meant was that his room had just begun to be cleaned up, and it had to be deodorized. I don't know when I can get it done, so I might as well take a shower here.
Can…
When I first saw it, I looked back at the shower room. It was covered with translucent glass on all sides, right next to the open dressing room. It was transparent on all sides...
Lin Lin dragged the suitcase by the door to the dressing room and outside the shower room.
Without saying a word, he went to the floor-to-ceiling window and filled the heated swimming pool with water. In the quiet room, there was a splash of water immediately.
I was taken aback at first sight and understood.
Putting the pool water in the middle of the night didn't mean anything else, just to dilute the sound of her showering, so that she wouldn't be embarrassed.
I first saw it in the sound of water and TV programs. After hesitating for a minute, I hurriedly took out the clean inner and outer clothes from the suitcase, rushed in, and washed it out hastily in ten minutes. I found a hair dryer everywhere to blow my hair dry, and then I walked out of the locker room.
The incense was still burning slowly.
The heated swimming pool is still changing water, and the TV is still playing shows.
But the man leaning on the couch fell asleep.
She walked over gently, leaned over, leaned over to him, and asked softly: "I'm done washing, do you want to go to bed after washing?"
Checking Bianlin's brows slightly twisted and shook his head lightly.
She saw his short hair moistened with cold sweat, and she stretched out her fingers and wiped the sweat that leaked from his forehead and bridge of nose. Does it really hurt? She didn't know what to do.
Sen Bian Lin felt that someone was touching him, his eyelashes slowly flapped twice, his eyes opened slightly, and he saw the face that was close at hand under the blurry light.
I was too tired and fell asleep in a daze.
Those big eyes were full of worry, and he was in a daze for a while not knowing whether it was in a dream or reality.
"Are you awake? How about I wipe your face and hands with that hot towel before you go to sleep?" At first sight he asked softly, thinking that he must be too tired to move. Anyway, this couch is big and soft. Personally, there is no problem, "I'll go and bring you the quilt first."
Before he finished speaking, he caught his hand.
The entire palm of his hand was forced to press his sweaty right cheek, and his tone was a little weak and hoarse, tortured by his physical condition: "I saw it."
She was also pulled over by him because of this action, her hips twisted, her body stiff, her elbows resting beside his face—
He is low and low: I was wrong...
Obviously he is confused and talking nonsense.
After being so stiff for a few minutes, she noticed that Jian Bianlin had fallen into a deep sleep again.
…
Close at hand. His face.
The eyelashes are quietly covering the closed eyeline, and the lower lip is slightly knocked by the teeth. It should be falling asleep in a very uncomfortable state. Will it still hurt when I fall asleep? She slowly stretched out her finger and pressed his lower lip down a little bit to relax him. I can see deep tooth marks...
The fingers can also feel his breathing rate.
The water in the swimming pool continued to rush, and the humidity and temperature in the whole room were rising. All the tiny details she noticed are like turbulent water rushing into her heart, very urgent, very heavy and heavy, sore and swollen: I promised you all, I won’t regret it...
If this was when he was awake, she would definitely not be able to tell.
But when I finished speaking, I still felt numb, and I sat up abruptly with my palms facing each other, rubbing helplessly. Ran away lightly.
The next day, it was a play in the casino.
Checking Lin is not important in this scene, but like a background, when the man cuts the cards twice, he drinks water by his side. The main lines and scenes are gathered on the actors who cut the cards, and the prosecutor is responsible for drinking the water in the most normal manner. This is what Xie Bin told Chu Jian.
She naively thought it was simple.
But this is not the case at all.
When you drink water, you have to drink hard, or pour it down. It seems that you have a lot of psychological ups and downs, very restless, and very angry. In short, you have to show your emotions.
The man drank violently, of course, he could fill up half a bottle in a few mouthfuls.
Just shoot once or twice.
In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore at first sight. I couldn't stand it. For the Nth time, Bianlin picked up the simplest mineral water bottle of the casino, unscrewed it, and poured mineral water violently.
In the middle of the journey, the border forest was a little unbearable, and went to the restroom outside the casino during the break. When he first saw it, he also tended to follow, but couldn't follow at the gate, and watched the male assistant enter.
Prosecutor Lin ran in just now and ran into the gate.
Afterwards, it was the wicket.
Then depressed, spit it out.
Desperately enduring, not daring to speak out, the male assistant followed up. He was covering his mouth with his right hand, controlling not to vomit again. Usually I am not so squeamish, at most, I can induce vomiting after drinking it and continue drinking. But the body that has been tortured by pain these days can't stand this, and can't hold it down at all.
The assistant turned pale with fright and thought what was wrong with him.
After he slowed down completely, he leaned against the door and exhaled slowly: "Don't be afraid, I don't want her to hear me vomiting." The assistant was in a daze, and the huge stone fell in his heart, and whispered: "Brother Jian, I was scared just now. Broke me."
He shook his head: "What are you afraid of? Drinking mineral water can't kill people."
Xianbian Lin walked to the sink and washed his hands. He found that his eyes were a little red with thick mist. He frowned habitually and stood quietly in front of the mirror for a while.
The recovery is almost complete, open the door.
At first sight, he was greeted with trepidation: "Are you okay?"
Prosecutor Lin was silent and shook his head.
When I first saw him, his eyes were sparkling, as if he had been soaked in tears just now, and he grabbed his sleeves: "Is it hurting again? Let's ask for leave. Can you use a substitute? You don't have any lines. You turn your face back a little. Isn’t it okay to drink some water? You can use a substitute..."
When I first saw it, I was very worried, and there were a lot of questions, and I couldn't say enough.
He stopped and suddenly leaned over, the hair on his forehead slipped slightly, looking at her. Seeing dumb at first, he approached again, and before she made a reflexive avoidance, he wiped his face almost against her, and whispered in her ear: "Don't disturb my work."
… She was a little aggrieved, but still obediently nodded: "I see."
Prosecutor Lin said nothing, and quickly returned to the casino.
In this scene, the actors who cut the cards took a total of more than 20 shots.
Forget it at first sight, he poured at least fifteen bottles of mineral water in a total of three hours...
After finishing work, he obviously couldn't eat anything.
In the evening, Xie Bin came to confess that he was leaving Macau for a few days. When Xie Bin left, I saw the frowning face at first sight, knowing that she was irritated by the sight she saw during the day, and patted the shoulder of the first sight to comfort him: "It's nothing, man, what happened to drinking a few bottles of water. I just caught up with him. I'm sick and a little uncomfortable."
"Unscrupulous broker." I complained at first sight.
Xie Bin was happy: "Eh? What's the matter, didn't it hurt to be a husband just two days after being together? Okay, okay, I'm unscrupulous, so how much do you hurt others."
Embarrassed at first sight.
Yu Guangli, Checking Bianlin was facing the piano sheet, holding the guitar Xie Bin had sent him, and leaning on the soft cushion next to the small heated swimming pool to rest.
It is said that there is such a scene in the evening scene. I don't know if it is because Jianbianlin himself is a band singer, and he wrote the field tailored for him. In short, there is no need for a substitute, the real body is on.
Xie Bin waved away.
When I first saw him pour a cup of hot water, I put it on the marble platform at his feet, hesitated between climbing up or not, and finally sat down on the couch by the swimming pool, separated from him by a narrow stone. The edge of the table. She is low and he is high.
"You are a junior," recalled the first sight, "or did you win the senior contest?"
"Senior year." He turned the sheet music at last and closed it.
"What song is it?"
""The Rose"."
He liked playing guitar in high school. Study well, look good, and like this, the term "sven scum" is really not a waste of burden. At that time, he was a sweet steamed bun for all kinds of activities, and he was often enthusiastically invited by each class to join in the fun, but no one could invite him except for the ninth class.
"Have you never heard of it?" Prosecutor Lin asked.
After seeing it for the first time, he shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be there."
"Sung in Class 9."
"Huh? When?"
"Senior year of high school," Jian Bianlin held the guitar, flicked a few times, his eyes and expressions were light and nothing special, and told her slowly, "New Year's Day party."
High school? He curled up and hugged his legs with his arms for the first time, without saying a word. It was the New Year's party that year. She was mysteriously called to the carport downstairs by the boys in the class, and then who confessed...
Later, when she went back, the girls in the class told her excitedly that the border forest of class one had come to sing.
Lin Ruoyou glanced at her, and put his back on the cushion completely, cocked his legs, picked up the guitar, and plucked the strings without warning. He was so familiar with this song, not because of any awards he had won, but because he had practiced it too many times.
He dialed back and forth, but only hummed a single line that didn't answer:
I say love it is a flower, and you it's only seed.