The city in the early morning is like a sleeping elephant, the street lamps on the street are lightly smoky yellow, casting vague shadows on the broad ground.
The shops along the street are all closed, only the 24/7 convenience store is still brightly lit.
The car across the street was parked in the shadow between two street lamps, almost blending into the darkness behind it. The driver's door opened, and a girl in casual clothes got out, and then walked towards the convenience store.
The girl combed a neat ponytail, her forehead was smooth, and her eyebrows were clean. It could be seen that she was a courageous and agile person.
Within a few minutes, she returned across the street with a big bag. After sitting back in the driver's seat, she slammed the door, handed the big bag to the person behind, and said softly.
"Eat something, you have been filming all day on the set today, and you didn't even eat a box lunch."
The person in the back seat was sleeping with his head tilted while wearing a blindfold. It seemed that his posture was very uncomfortable. He turned over slightly and let out a thin breathing sound in a daze.
The girl knew that he was a light sleeper, so she stretched out her hand and shook his arm gently, her tentative voice was full of pity.
"Fufu, why don't I take you back to the hotel to sleep for a while?"
After a moment of silence, the sleeping person finally stretched out a thin white hand from under the blanket, and slowly pulled off his blindfold.
The thick eyelashes fluttered a few times, and then slowly opened, revealing a pair of black and clear eyes, as beautiful as the rarest obsidian, filled with the most brilliant and flawless light in the world.
Some media reports once praised him for having a pair of extremely spiritual eyes. When he quietly stares at you on the screen, he can penetrate into your heart inch by inch, making you be loved gently, burned passionately, and silently. frozen.
The girl stared at him blankly, her heart beating uncontrollably like a rabbit on fire, but the reason why she stood out from so many applicants was nothing more than the self-control that could calm down quickly.
It was this self-control that made her the closest person to Jiang Fu, and the stronger intimacy increased the upper limit of her self-control day by day.
Lifting the blindfold directly to the top of his head, Jiang Fu rubbed his eyes and took the bag in her hand. His tired voice was as pleasant as glass touching, exuding an intoxicating beauty amidst the shattered shock.
"Let's go back to the crew directly, there will be a show later, and there is no time."
Knowing his dedication, the girl didn't insist on persuading him, so she skillfully turned the car around and headed back towards the crew.
Jiang Fu'an quietly finished eating the bread in the bag, and then drank half a bottle of water.
Accustomed to the irregular work and rest of day and night, he quickly pushed back the hazy drowsiness. Jiang Fu's forehead was pressed against the cold car window, and a pair of black eyes stared intently at the fleeting street scene outside the car window. A little lonely.
The girl glanced at him from time to time in the rearview mirror, said nothing, but the speed of the car was much faster.
Suddenly, Jiang Fu said.
"Xiaoxuan, stop the car."
Mo Xuan was stunned for a moment, and the speed of the car slowed down a little, she asked suspiciously.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Fu stretched out his finger to poke the car window, as if he saw something very interesting, and smiled like a child in high spirits.
"I want to buy a roasted sweet potato, it smells so delicious."
Mo Xuan parked the car on the side of the road, but did not lock the car, but said while unbuttoning the seat belt.
"You wait in the car, I'll go down and buy it for you."
"I want to buy it myself."
Jiang Fu reached out his hand to grab her clothes in time, his soft voice was covered with a nasal voice, acting pitifully like a baby.
"The place where the sweet potatoes are roasted is so close, why don't you let me buy it by myself, I just want to go out to breathe, and make sure I won't be recognized."
Mo Xuan hesitated for a moment, and carefully observed the surrounding area. There was no one on the street in the early morning, only the old man at the stall not far away was still hard at work selling steaming roasted sweet potatoes.
She sighed helplessly and said softly.
"Then hurry up, I'll wait for you in the car."
Immediately, Jiang Fu couldn't wait to put on his mask and hat, like a bird that had been imprisoned for a long time, he happily opened the car door and walked towards the old man who was roasting sweet potatoes.
The old man is sitting on the tricycle with his hands tucked in, turning on the boiler from time to time to turn over the surface of the sweet potato. The aroma of the sweet potato overflows from the cracks, and penetrates into every inch of the stiff pores in the cold winter night. And warm and comfortable.
"Old man, I want two roasted sweet potatoes, pack them separately."
Although the old uncle has gray hair, but he is in good spirits, he replied with a smile.
"The sweet potato is not ready yet, if you are not in a hurry, can you wait for two minutes?"
"OK."
Jiang Fu nodded with a smile, and chatted with him while watching him flip through sweet potatoes.
"Old man, why don't you go home so late?"
"There's no one at home, and it's meaningless for me to go back by myself. It's better to go out and sell sweet potatoes. Maybe it's convenient for someone who suddenly wants to eat sweet potatoes."
Jiang Fu nodded in agreement, thought for a while and added.
"Give me this pot of sweet potatoes in a while, and I'll take them to my friends."
The old uncle was pleasantly surprised, but kindly reminded him.
"I have a lot of sweet potatoes here, can your friend really finish it?"
"Yes, my friends are all night owls, and they haven't slept yet."
Jiang Fu smiled brightly, and his curved eyebrows and eyes were innocent and cute, which made it impossible for people to be suspicious.
The old man happily put the sweet potatoes into bags one by one, afraid that he would feel hot, so he stuffed some yellow paper beside them.
Jiang Fu didn't carry much money with him, and when the old man turned around to give him change, he quietly stuffed the remaining money in his pocket into the pocket next to the old man's coat.
The old man gave him money with a smile, and told him with concern to go to bed early with his friends and not to stay up late.
Jiang Fuli bid farewell to him for a while, and then walked to the car on the street with a big bag contentedly.
It was two o'clock in the morning, and there was no light in the dark night sky, only the faint light of the street lamps was breathing in the boundless darkness.
When Jiang Fu walked to the side of the car and opened the back seat door to get into the car, he suddenly noticed a gaze lurking in the dark staring at him coldly, dangerous and crazy, like a lunatic who found an unimaginable pleasure.
His back felt cold, and he couldn't help the numbness of his scalp, so he immediately looked back.
But there was no one behind him except the old man who lowered his head and baked sweet potatoes.
And the gaze that watched him disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
Mo Xuan in the front seat noticed that he was late getting into the car, so she turned her head and asked vigilantly.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Fu scanned the quiet surroundings calmly, suppressing the faint uneasiness in his heart, he smiled and got into the car, and closed the door heavily.
"Nothing, let's go."
Mo Xuan glanced at his normal expression from the rearview mirror, her tense voice softened, and said complainingly.
"Even if you can't bear the old uncle's hard work, you don't need to buy so much, you can't finish it."
Jiang Fu took out the yellow paper to wrap a hot sweet potato, carefully peeled off the skin and bit off the soft heart, squinting his eyes contentedly.
"Many people are powerful. I will give everyone a point when I arrive at the crew later."
Mo Xuan is his manager, also his friend and nanny. She is used to helping him with everything, so when she arrived at the set, she took the remaining sweet potatoes and distributed them to the people who stayed up all night filming.
Most of Jiang Fu's popularity in the entertainment industry is due to Mo Xuan's credit. Mo Xuan's ability to work is very strong, and she is impeccable in dealing with people. Brought into a hot star.
The crew filmed in a well-known local film and television base. Jiang Fu played a supporting role in a costume drama. He didn't have many roles, but he was brilliant, especially his exquisite appearance added a lot of points to this role.
The man on the dark red chair was dressed in an ice blue robe, with the snow-white trim embroidered with bamboo leaf patterns and the mutton fat jade hairpin on his head, making him elegant, elegant and extraordinary.
A pair of jet-black eyes were like a quiet pool, condensed with eternal indifference.
He had long eyelashes hanging down, his thin white fingers caressed the strings, and the melodious sounds hadn't faded away yet, he had slowly raised his head and smiled slightly, his captivating smile took everyone's breath away.
Then thin bloodstains meandered down the corners of his lips.
Like the fragile, fading moonlight.
"Card!"
Jiang Fu got up and walked out with his complicated robes. He took the tissue from Mo Xuan and wiped the blood off his lips.
The blood bag in his mouth leaked a little, and the smell was very unpleasant, so Jiang Fu went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth first.
At this time, other people's scenes were being filmed outside, and he was alone in the bathroom. Jiang Fu rinsed his mouth with cool water, and the bloody smell in his mouth gradually faded.
The faucet was very low, Jiang Fu bent over and didn't notice the slight movement behind him.
He casually grabbed the paper towel next to him and wiped his hands. While he was about to raise his head to straighten out the ancient clothes he hadn't changed, when his eyes flicked across the tall figure behind him in the mirror, he was suddenly startled, and before he could see clearly, he was suddenly covered. Stop your mouth and nose.
Unexpectedly inhaling the pungent smell, the horrified Jiang Fu struggled weakly for a few times, then quietly lowered his head.
The people behind him hugged him tightly, buried their heads in the white and greasy neck, and deeply sniffed the haunting scent, as if a dream had come true, they gasped tremblingly with joy.
"Fufu! Fufu!"
Jiang Fu was gradually awakened by Mo Xuan's anxious shouts. He felt dizzy, and it took him a while to see Mo Xuan clearly in front of him.
"What's wrong?"
The moment he said it, he found that his voice was weak, and his chest was tight and short of breath, with lingering fears in his heart.
Mo Xuan carefully examined his pale face, lowered her voice and quickly explained.
"I saw that you were delayed coming out, so I came in to call you, but found you fainted."
Jiang Fu belatedly remembered what happened before he fell into a coma, and his face suddenly became ugly. He glanced at the bathroom, and slowly stood up with his elbows propped up.
His whole body was just a little weak, and nothing seemed to happen.
"Go out first, I've been in here for too long."
Worried that any strangeness would be used as fuss by those who cared, Mo Xuan didn't rush to ask, and helped him walk out of the bathroom door together.
However, just two steps away, she noticed that Jiang Fu's arms were tensed suddenly, and all the blood was drawn out of his face, which was whiter than paper.
And the tightly frowned expression was filled with some kind of indescribable pain, shame, anger, and anger.
The sound of someone approaching gradually came from outside the door. They were alone in the bathroom, a man and a woman. Even the legitimate identities of artists and managers would be deliberately rendered unsightly.
Mo Xuan urged him eagerly.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Fu's exquisite face was covered with layers of frost, he took a deep breath, and tried his best to reply in a low voice calmly.
"It's okay, let's go."
Mo Xuan looked at him who was silent for a few times hesitantly, and continued to walk out the door, but she was keenly aware that Jiang Fu's pace was much slower, and her frowning eyebrows never let go.
Jiang Fu's play has finished, although he is only a supporting role, but because of his high popularity and enthusiasm, the crew still prepared a finale banquet for him.
Not long after the banquet started, Jiang Fu got up and went to the bathroom, and when he came back, he felt a lot more relaxed.
Mo Xuan looked sideways at his smiling face, doubts lingering in her heart.
After the finale banquet, Mo Xuan sent Jiang Fu home. As the protagonist of the finale banquet, Jiang Fu couldn't refuse everyone's celebration, so he drank a lot of wine.
He was leaning against the back of the back seat, his pale cheeks were blushing, and his eyes were half-closed uncomfortably.
Mo Xuan always kept an eye on his condition from the rearview mirror, and tried to drive the car as smoothly as possible.
Jiang Fu lives in a high-end residential complex with tight security facilities. People entering and exiting must check their identities before they can pass. This is why many dignitaries, dignitaries and celebrities like to live here.
Mo Xuan helped Jiang Fu, who was drunk, into the elevator. There was only one household on each floor, and Jiang Fu lived on the ninth floor.
The moment the elevator door opened, Mo Xuan looked up and saw a fresh iris flower stuck on the wooden door, the faint blue color was like the magic pupil of the deep sea, staring at them coldly.
Mo Xuan's heart suddenly sank, and Jiang Fu who was being supported seemed to realize something from the tense atmosphere, and looked up at the door.
There was that astonishing blue in his eyes, which lingered like a will-o'-the-wisp.
After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a low voice, his tone helpless and tired.
"Help me there first, and then call the police."