Xia Yitong hurriedly wrapped the blanket around her waist, creating a unique wild style. When she looked up, she saw Lu Yinbing looking at her with a very complicated look, as if he was amused, but also felt helpless.
Lu Yinbing said: "Where are your pants?"
Xia Yitong then realized that her pants were right within her reach: “…” She must have lost her mind to have been running bare-leggedly to snatch the blanket from Lu Yinbing.
"At worst, you can always crawl under the quilt. I'm not strong enough to pull the quilt over when you're wrapping yourself up with all your might. Besides..." Lu Yinbing paused, nodded slightly, and said, "It would be ungraceful."
After experiencing the "fight for the wind and cloud", Xia Yitong felt that the word "grace" seemed to have lost its credibility in Lu Yinbing's mouth.
Xia Yitong still had the blanket wrapped around her waist, as if she was afraid that Lu Yinbing would take advantage of her, so she took her pants and turned her back to her.
"Wait a moment."
"ah?"
"You're going to wear it like this?"
"What else?"
"Wait." Lu Yinbing rolled his eyes at her and took out a small iron box with peeling paint from his carry-on suitcase. It was so simple that it looked like a twin of the small boxes used to store snake skin ointment and frostbite ointment in the countryside when he was a child. Xia Yitong was so confused that she watched Lu Yinbing open the mysterious box. It was indeed filled with ointment, a white, gelatinous substance.
"Your leg will definitely not be completely healed tonight. Apply some ointment and it will heal faster. This is something my cousin brought me when she saw me injured last time. It works better than ordinary medicine. I guarantee that the redness will be gone when you wake up tomorrow."
"For me?" Xia Yitong was a little surprised and took the small box.
"Don't feel bad about it. I didn't have many scenes in this drama that required wirework, so it's better to leave it there."
Xia Yitong wanted to say that she didn't mean that. She wanted to ask why Lu Yinbing wanted to give her such a precious thing that her family had prepared for her. After thinking about it, no matter what the reason was, her heart was warmed and she said, "Thank you, Teacher Lu."
Teacher Lu nodded and sat aside to watch her apply the medicine without any hesitation.
Xia Yitong remained motionless: "..."
Lu Yinbing: “Hmm?”
"Can you..." Xia Yitong said in a low voice.
"Oh, I won't look at you anymore. I was just in a daze." Lu Yinbing turned her head and looked towards the bathroom door. That door was really beautiful, long, white and straight. She was not tall, but her legs were well proportioned. The blood-red color made people feel scared. When she was injured, she didn't feel it. As a bystander, it was really scary. No wonder Liang's cousin insisted on getting this ointment for her.
Speaking of cousin Liang Shuyao, Lu Yinbing thought of something else and couldn't help but feel annoyed again. Cousin Liang's patience was too good. I hope her mother doesn't tell Liang Shuyao about going home tomorrow.
What Lu Yinbing gave was extraordinary. As soon as Xia Yitong applied a little with a cotton swab, the tingling sensation was immediately relieved. It felt icy and cool, as if the crushed ice melted into water and was seeping into his bones, flesh and blood, bringing the long-lost vitality. He regained consciousness in a short while.
"I'm fine, Mr. Lu."
Lu Yinbing was still lost in thought when he was suddenly pushed on the shoulder. He exclaimed, "Ah?"
Xia Yitong explained: "I called you several times, but you didn't respond."
"Oh, oh." Lu Yinbing was still a little dazed, "What do you want me to do?"
Xia Yitong handed the box back to her: "Thank you, Teacher Lu."
"You're welcome." Lu Yinbing turned around and put away the box. Her mood, which was just fine, suddenly became uninteresting. She sighed in her heart and said, "I'm going to take a shower first."
Xia Yitong could see that she was troubled by something, but didn't know how to ask her, or whether it would be rude. Until Lu Yinbing entered the bathroom and heard the sound of shower water, Xia Yitong didn't say "Are you troubled by something? Do you mind telling me?"
The hot shower washed away Lu Yinbing's worries, and she remembered the teasing she had just started. Xia Yitong had just applied the medicine, and still only had a blanket draped over her legs. When she saw Lu Yinbing, she quickly covered her legs with both hands.
Lu Yinbing thought that even if she wasn't loved by everyone, she wouldn't be regarded as a monster, so she couldn't help but laugh. This kid, she wasn't a nymphomaniac, she didn't have the habit of looking at people's thighs all day. She sat on the edge of the bed, took the phone that was casually thrown on the quilt, and said, "I still have the photos of your injuries, can I send them to you on Weibo?"
"No, just delete it."
"Why not?" Lu Yinbing's eyes showed the vicissitudes of life, as if she was an old revolutionary who had experienced the Long March and had gray hair and beard, and she was talking to her little grandson who was still crawling on the floor at home, "Now your generation is different from ours. It's common for us to get injured, and we are very reserved and don't talk about it. Your generation is delicate and precious, and you can attract a lot of fans by posting a picture of your injury. Your injury is not just a small finger cut, at least it is much more advanced than those."
The smile on Xia Yitong's face faded, and she pursed her lips and said nothing.
"This picture doesn't look very elegant. Can I take another one for you?"
"Teacher Lu."
"Um?"
"Are you mocking me?" Xia Yitong suddenly raised his head and looked straight at her.
She knows that many young actors and actresses like to post pictures of their injuries on Weibo, which makes a lot of fans feel sorry for them. Then the studios and fans hype up the situation and wave the banner of professionalism. Xia Yitong also despises such people. But the current trend is that whenever a senior speaks up or a conscientious film is made, they will be criticized at any time, as if being a traffic star is a sin. Not all traffic stars like to play the victim. She knows many actors who are particularly hardworking and never say a word in private, and they are accidentally injured. However, indiscriminate criticism of traffic stars has become politically correct.
She also knows that being in this circle, she gets paid much more than ordinary people, so she should bear these accusations from all sides. No matter how hard she tries, before she successfully transforms and produces masterpieces, she will always be just an idol, relying on popularity to make a living, so she can't refute the accusations, and she has no confidence to refute. Her acting skills are indeed not good, and she does have a lot of fans. Are they wrong? No.
She knew very well that only by climbing to a high enough position could she make everyone shut up, just like Lu Yinbing. Her efforts were not only for others, but also for herself.
She knew everything, but she couldn't accept that Lu Yinbing also had such a misunderstanding about her and confused her with other people.
Lu Yinbing had no idea that she had so many twists and turns in her mind. She was speechless for a while and said, "No, why would I ridicule you for no reason?"
Her expression was too sincere. Lu Yinbing always said what she meant except in the play. There was no possibility that she would lie to offend her. So Xia Yitong believed her. She looked at her toes uncomfortably and asked softly, "Then why did you let me post on Weibo?"
"That's because..." Lu Yinbing swallowed the words and said seriously, "Nothing, I was just teasing you because I was bored, but I didn't expect you to be so sensitive. The current market situation is not entirely caused by you - I mean your generation of traffic stars is responsible. Capital controls the market, the Internet is developing rapidly, and you can be considered one of the products of the development of the times, popular idols." Lu Yinbing smiled and teased, "Although it is not a benign development. There were popular idols in ancient times, too. Look at Wei Jie, he was even expected to die. Think optimistically, at least you are still alive."
Xia Yitong felt warm in her heart and looked at her with amusement and emotion: "Thank you, Teacher Lu."
That night, the air-conditioning temperature was 26, and Xia Yitong held Lu Yinbing and her quilt in his arms. Everything was peaceful and no one hit anyone.
The next day, Friday, the temperature was 39°C and the ground temperature was 60°C. The heat was steaming up from the cobblestone road, and there was no doubt that an egg spread on the ground would sizzle in an instant. The entire set was like an airtight enamel jar, hotter than outside, and the high-powered fans could only play a small role.
The two leading actors changed their clothes and finished their makeup. When they came out of the dressing room, they were covered in sweat, and the makeup artist followed them to apply powder.
The scene shot today is a continuation of the one shot before yesterday's filming. Yingzi sheathed her sword and Jing Xiu invited her to sit in the house for a while. Yingzi stood guard at the door in case there were any eavesdroppers.
"Action!"
The tea was stale and tasted bitter, but Chen Qing drank it all up in one gulp as if she was drinking wine. She looked into Jing Xiu's eyes, supported her chin with one hand, and said with a playful smile, "It tastes good." Her beautiful eyes actually had a tender look in them as she looked at him like that. It was unclear whether she was talking about the tea or the person in front of her.
Jing Xiu met her gaze, her features were so handsome and charming. She said nothing, just staring at the woman opposite her.
Chen Weiwei smiled slightly, and his aura seemed to be no weaker than hers, but he put his elbows down from the table. The undisguised look in the eyes of the Sixth Prince really made people want to submit from the bottom of their hearts. How come no one in the palace could see that he had the appearance of an emperor
Qin Hanlin: "Cut, Xiaoxia, you put your hand down too quickly. It seems too anxious. Pretend to stroke the hair by your ear and put it down again while talking. What are you afraid of her doing?"
Lu Yinbing raised an eyebrow at her and said, "Yeah, I'm not going to take off your pants, why are you afraid of me?"
"Who, who is afraid of you?"
"Tsk, you're stuttering. You're really not afraid at all."
Qin Hanlin came over from behind the monitor, waving his hands and spitting, trying to mobilize her emotions: "You will have to conquer her in the future, swallow her up skin and bones, love and hate each other, love and hate each other! Don't be afraid, here you have to act like she is your prey!"
Director Qin's metaphor... Xia Yitong took a deep breath and said, "...Okay, I'll remember it."
"Think about it for a while and try again."