Rong Yuheng finally understands what it means to talk too much and lose yourself.
When he was covering the quilt at night, his head was directly covered, and his body was straight. Across the corridor, Huang Jianing turned off the light on the bedside, and asked strangely, "Are you cold?"
Rong Yuheng's quilt was arched.
Huang Jianing, "You will suffocate like this."
A gruff voice came from the quilt, "I'm suffocating."
"… "
The next day was the premiere of "Flowers of the Ocean", and the next day Rong Yuheng went to the team to ask for leave. Li Pour only told him not to delay the performance and pay attention to safety. It can be said that he is very free-range.
Rong Yuheng's plane in the afternoon followed the team for training in the morning.
In the open and bright dance studio, there are mirrors on three sides. The six teenagers were tall and tall, waving their arms neatly and turning sassy.
The lights on the top of the head are piercingly bright, projected between the eyebrows of the teenagers, the shadow white light alternates on their faces in an instant with the violent shaking of their heads, and the crystal beads of sweat are thrown in a sharp arc in the air.
Tapping, heels on the smooth wooden floor, the last movement falls neatly. Shan Qi stood in the C position, his fair and skinny fingers pointed straight to the top of his head, and the blue veins on his arms meandered.
Sweat smashed into streaks of water on the floor.
After three seconds, everyone relaxed.
Zou Yi directly lifted the hem of his clothes to wipe off the sweat on his face, revealing his firm and flat belly. Huang Jianing glanced enviously, but didn't get started—he was disgusted by the sweat.
Rong Yuheng took off his jacket and threw it aside, turned his head and went to the wall behind him to grab some water to drink. Bian Chen bent over to pick up the coat he had thrown on the ground, and put it on Rong Yuheng's back with a "crash", "Do you want to catch a cold?"
"It's too hot." Rong Yuheng tore off his jacket, raised his head and gulped a few sips of water. Because he drank too quickly, a little flowed down the corners of his mouth and slid across the beautifully curved jawline.
His physique is cold, and he is afraid of the cold when he is not moving; but when he moves, he perspires quickly, and his whole body is like he was salvaged from the water.
Bian Chen glanced at the water dripping from the corner of his mouth, his lips moved, "You..."
Rong Yuheng took the bottle and turned it around, "What's wrong with me?"
Bian Chen, "You look like a meme."
Rong Yuheng, "?"
Bian Chen, "The cat that is very popular on the Internet, the knowledge of xxx has increased, and there is a drooling mouth, very dementia..."
Before he could finish his words, Rong Yuheng took his coat and gagged his mouth—
"You are demented!"
Huang Jianing just came over and saw Rong Yuheng complaining, "How can you describe him like that? He is obviously that bird..."
He was half-stuck, and turned to ask Tang Ji, "What's that bird called?"
Tang Ji fanned his lips quietly and softly, "The whale head stork."
Rong Yuheng's pupils trembled: Don't think he doesn't know what a whale-headed stork looks like!
Unexpectedly, the only kind-hearted Tang Ji also betrayed!
Carrying the condemnation of all the team members, Rong Yuheng embarked on the road to the premiere without any reluctance.
It was nearly five o'clock when the plane landed, and Qu Youhe came to pick up the people at the airport.
Rong Yuheng didn't book a hotel, Wen Zezhen's room was a suite, and he checked in directly. Qu Youhe sent him to the door of the room, with a kind of self-consciousness in his meaningful eyes, "You..."
Rong Yuheng was hairy behind him, and was about to slip back to the front desk and book a room for himself when the door behind him was pushed open with a "click".
"coming?"
Wen Zezheng stood at the door holding the doorknob, said hard work with Qu Youhe, stretched out his hand and pulled Rong Yuheng, who was still stunned outside, closer to the room.
Bang, the door is closed.
Rong Yuheng was pinched by Wen Zezhen's waist almost as soon as he entered the door and pressed against the back of the door.
The tall body was covered, the rapid and hot breathing was close at hand, Wen Zezhen's eyes were deep and bright, and Rong Yuheng felt lifted up unconsciously.
Wen Zezhen lowered her head and kissed.
The soft lips rubbed against each other, were squeezed and deformed, and the tongue mixed with body fluids stained and made noises in the quiet entrance.
As soon as Rong Yuheng's hand was released, the duffel bag landed at the feet of the two of them with a "thump". He took advantage of the situation to lift his hand up and hooked Wen Zezhen's neck, and the whole person was shivering when he was kissed on his shoulder until his waist.
Wen Zezhen stretched out his long arms, lifted him up while holding someone, and carried him all the way into the room.
Rong Yuheng hangs his legs on his waist, and the whole person can't fall off, neither is it clipped, nor is it clipped. He could only support Wen Zezheng's shoulders and make a resisting voice, "I'm about to fall, put me down!"
Wen Zezhen looked up at him, "Then you clamp it."
Rong Yuheng felt ashamed no matter how thick-skinned he was, "Isn't this bad?"
Wen Zezhen, "What's wrong, when you dance tango, you can still circle 360 degrees around my waist, why didn't you see something wrong with you?"
"..." Rong Yuheng choked, he suspected that Wen Zezhen was holding revenge. He insisted, "That's devotion to art."
"Now it can also be a devotion to art."
"What kind of art is this!"
"The body art."
"..." Grass, so coquettish.
After being pressed on the bed and kissed and chewed for more than 20 minutes, Rong Yuheng was let go. The eyes are empty.
Fairy Wen was full of food and drink, wiped her mouth with satisfaction, and cared about the physical and mental health of her little hamster, "Are you hungry, I'll ask someone to bring it up?"
Rong Yuheng's empty eyes moved, and he slowly recovered.
"A bit."
Wen Zezhen said meaningfully, "Looks like I didn't feed you enough..."
Rong Yuheng woke up in a second! Looking at the former in disbelief - Wen Zezhen digs a hole for him!
After Wen Zezhen finished speaking, he patted his head again, "Lie down, the teacher will order you something to eat."
What the hell! Rong Yuheng's scalp was numb because of Wen Zezhen's scolding. This person actually entered the role-playing without authorization!
When Wen Zezhen called for the dinner to be brought into the room, Rong Yuheng was already wrapped up and shrunk to the corner of the bed. Wen Zezhen smiled while holding the plate, "What are you doing?"
Rong Yuheng exuded vigilance, "Refuse to enter the script!"
Wen Zezhen seemed to be deaf, and beckoned to him dotingly, "Dear me, come to dinner. Don't you listen to what the teacher said?"
Hastily... Rong Yuheng's heart was pounding, he felt that he would not be able to call the title "Mr. Wen" outside in the future, and the title had changed color!
Wen Zezhen pushed the small dining cart that was placed against the wall in the room and pressed it against the edge of the bed, "You can eat in bed if you don't want to get out of bed."
In the end, Rong Yuheng couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, and slowly rubbed over, and then was caught by Wen Zezheng and hugged her waist tightly.
"Eat, I'm not hungry yet, I'll watch you eat."
Rong Yuheng inexplicably has a sense of sight that he has fattened the pig well...
After a meal, Wen Zezhen said no less than ten words "teacher", and secretly encouraged Rong Yuheng to say one sentence.
Rong Yuheng raised her stubborn head and vowed to die... Then she was kissed by Wen Zezhen with her head up and was about to suffocate.
Ten minutes later, Rong Yuheng pushed the person away, covering his mouth and looking resentful, "There will be the media tomorrow, what should I do if I'm swollen?"
Wen Zezhen was fearless, "We share the burden of the storm!"
Rong Yuheng, "..."
"Either you can call me." Wen Zezhen rubbed his earlobe, pressing her voice in a seductive manner, "It sounds so nice on the phone, why are you cowardly now?"
Rong Yuheng chose the latter between sharing the wind and rain and throwing away his face, and squeezed out a sentence from the gap between his lips, "Teacher..."
The breathing in his ears suddenly became heavier, Wen Zezhen bit his earlobe, and squeezed the hand around his waist fiercely, "Scream again." He said, "Nine more."
Rong Yuheng, "..."
"teacher."
"Good." Wen Zezhen was not enough to answer, so he joined the small theater without authorization, "Let the teacher check if you have finished your homework."
Rong Yuheng: … such a creative Wen Zezhen!
Presumably his entry into the screenwriting definition can have a little impact on Xunguang.
In the wonderful gameplay of a "teacher" corresponding to a small theater, the two circled around Qiu Ming Mountain again.
After cleaning up, Rong Yuheng was wrapped in the quilt and washed his soul, and Wen Zezheng cleaned up the dining car, sheets, and floor with a good temper.
Rong Yuheng washed his soul back to the factory default state, and said casually, "Which one are you wearing tomorrow, teacher?"
Wen Zezhen, who was picking clothes in front of her luggage, made a move.
The room was quiet for half a minute…
Then Rong Yuheng covered his mouth abruptly: "Fuck! Call it smooth! !
Wen Zezhen, who got the "buy ten get one free" coupon, turned around lovingly and took out the dark blue tie that Rong Yuheng had given him from his luggage bag. The tie swayed twice in the air, and the sagging texture was quite abstinence.
"The teacher is this tie from Rongrong."
Rong Yuheng, "..."
Fortunately, Wen Zezhen was still thinking about wearing this tie at the premiere of tomorrow, so he didn't put some fantastic ideas into practice.
Rong Yuheng, who was able to escape the disaster, decided that the next time he sent Wen Zezheng, he would send a gift of Zheng Miaohong to suppress the yellow waste in his mind.
On the second day of the premiere, in addition to the crew director, screenwriter, producer and starring, major media were also invited.
Rong Yuheng was wearing a small light gray suit. The hem of the waisted clothes closely outlined his waist. His sturdy buttocks were wrapped under the suit pants of delicate fabric, and his straight legs were well-shaped.
Wen Zezhen couldn't stand it anymore after only one glance.
He walked into the arena behind Rong Yuheng, lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice, "I'm a little nervous."
Rong Yuheng didn't get his point, turned his head and said with a smile, "You've been on the top of the award stage for three gold medals, why are you nervous at the premiere?"
"I'm afraid of tomorrow's headlines and hot searches." Wen Zezhen said, "The suit pants are too close to the body."
Rong Yuheng, "Huh?" What do you mean
Now outside, there are many media and actors around, Wen Zezhen didn't dare to get too close to Rong Yuheng, so he could only lower his voice, revealing a little hoarseness, "I'm about to react."
What the hell! Rong Yuheng snorted like a sea scallop and jumped out a meter away—he looked back at Wen Zexuan in horror, and glanced below calmly from the corner of his eye.
Isn't that right? Didn't you just go up the mountain yesterday? You are so energetic!
Wen Zezhen's face was slightly red, he was wearing a dark suit and a tie with a blue background with silver stripes, and the knot was tied to the top to resist the sexy Adam's apple.
Dressed in abstinence, but with a handsome face that is lustful and astringent, there is a kind of sexual tension that makes people unable to take their eyes off.
Rong Yuheng turned his head silently... When it was over, he was about to react.
He couldn't imagine what kind of explosive news it would be if they were photographed by the media at the premiere and they both reacted when they chose a city!
After silently reciting ten "Pure Heart Mantra" in his heart to suppress his desires, Rong Yuheng let out a long breath and turned to greet the other actors present.
…
After everyone was seated and the host announced the start of the event on stage, Rong Yuheng's attention returned to the premiere.
As the second male lead, Wen Zezhen has been on stage with other crew members to prepare for an interview. Rong Yuheng sat alone in the banquet, but the media's cameras kept scanning him—
Isn't Rong Yuheng supposed to be performing with STAR-T, and he actually came to the premiere of "The Flower of the Ocean"!
On the stage, Long Zheng first explained his filming ideas, ideas and the general plot of the film, and then it was the turn of the leading actors to answer questions from the media.
Although "Cross-Ocean Flower" is about the struggle of the student groups against the times in the context of the Republic of China, it is also mixed with the love of children in the wild torrent.
The heroine played by Pan Siyi first liked the second male played by Wen Zezhen, and later fell in love with the first male played by Wei Xintian in the concerted walks again and again.
The media handed the microphone to Pan Siyi at this moment, "What do you think of the emotional line between the male and female protagonists and the second male lead in the play?"
This question is a bit of a comparison between one male and two males. A little carelessness will bring controversy to the film and the actors themselves.
After thinking for two seconds, Pan Siyi replied, "The first male and the second male are two completely different types, and they are both very attractive. The second male is very dazzling. He is courageous, determined, and has a strong sense of responsibility, so the heroine started at the beginning. will be attracted to him."
Pan Siyi paused when he said this, "But the second man only has career and family in his heart, and the heroine's feelings for him finally turned into respect and admiration. The love between the hero and heroine is a thread in this film, interspersed with In the midst of gunpowder smoke and turmoil, it adds a touch of human warmth to this tragic and great era."
Rong Yuheng, who was in the audience, listened very carefully. He was very empathetic, especially for the stories of the Republic of China background, he was particularly easily touched. At this moment, I just heard Pan Siyi explain a little background character, and my heart felt as uncomfortable as being bumped.
The media handed the microphone to Wen Zezhen again, "We know that when casting roles, Mr. Wen will choose the second male because your personalities are closer, so would Mr. Wen choose to give up love to defend the country in such an era?"
The more Rong Yuheng listened, the more he felt that the media present today was very tricky, and there were traps everywhere in the problem.
If Wen Zezhen said "no", he would definitely be criticized by others; if he said "yes", he happened to be there today, and the media would definitely shoot with his expression.
Then the next day there will be titles like "Wen Zezhen's small love becomes a big love, Rong Yuheng's expression reveals too much...".
On the stage, Wen Zezhen didn't have any stagnation, and went straight to the media who asked the question, "There is no such thing as abandoning love. What he loves in his heart is the country, so he protects his family and defends the country. If he falls in love with someone, then He will also defend his country and his love."
"In fact, in those days, defending the country was equivalent to defending the people you love."
…
Rong Yuheng leaned on the back of the chair and looked at Wen Zezhen and smiled.
After the media interviewed the crew members one by one, the next part was the screening of movie clips.
The crew members turned around and stepped off the stage. When Wen Zezhen stepped down the steps, he suddenly looked down at the tie on his chest, and then stretched out his hand to take care of it.
Pan Siyi, who was beside him, noticed it and complimented him, "Mr. Wen, your tie looks pretty good."
Wen Zezhen's brows and eyes softened, but his mouth pretended to be flat, "Well, I like it too."
When everyone returned to the room, Wen Zezhen sat beside Rong Yuheng, and the latter leaned towards him slightly to praise him, "You just said it well~"
Wen Zezhen's eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth curved, "En."
The light in the field dimmed, and only the front projection screen radiated a faint light. The voices and noise in the venue were also quiet, and everyone was waiting to prepare for the movie.
The screen flashed, and the first thing that appeared was Pan Siyi's back. She was running forward, surrounded by a chaotic crowd. The smoke of gunpowder rose thickly in the distance, and the nearby shops were smashed into seven pieces. Zero and eight.
Pan Siyi turned her head, her plain face was covered in gray and black, her lips were chapped and bloodshot was visible, and her eyes showed anxiety.
The ankle-length student skirt stumbled a little, so Pan Siyi simply pulled up the skirt and took it in her hand, running through the crowd all the way to the station.
It didn't take long for a soldier with a stab gun to catch up. The woman's scream was mixed with the child's cry, which appeared messy and shocking in the gunfire.
Pan Siyi still had a token on her body. I don't know who leaked it out and attracted the enemy. She had run an entire block, and as long as she got on the train she was safe.
…
Rong Yuheng watched very attentively. He rarely watched the films of the Republic of China, but it was not that he did not like to watch them. "Cross-Ocean Flower" is well shot, and every detail reveals the texture of that era.
Pan Siyi wanted to escort the token to K City. The train had not yet entered the station, and there were chasing soldiers behind him—it was an emergency, but fortunately, Wei Xintian and Wen Zezhen rushed over immediately.
Outside the station, there was a rush of people, and a group of pursuers burst in with stab guns. There was a commotion in the crowd, and they scattered screaming. In the distance, the "rumble" of the train about to enter the station can be heard, and the block behind is being devoured by the war.
Wei Xintian and Wen Zezhen ran against the fleeing crowd all the way, facing the enemy head-on, like retrogrades breaking through the cusp of a noisy torrent, opening a way for those behind.
The two sides handed over, and the fierce moves were not hesitant at all because of the strength of the opposite side. The harsh gunshots were mixed with the muffled sound of body collisions.
After finishing one person, Wen Zezhen grabbed the stab gun in his hand, and then turned to the second person who rushed to the side...
After the two had finished all the chasers, the train just entered the station. Pan Siyi was unarmed and alone, and the road was full of dangers. Wei Xintian and the others had to escort him.
The two were about to turn their heads and head towards the station, when suddenly two military vehicles with eight soldiers on them approached the station, eyeing them in the direction of the station.
It was obvious that he was chasing the token in Pan Siyi's hand.
"Damn, why are there still more!" Wei Xintian scolded, and he was about to rush up.
There was a sudden strength in his arm, he turned his head, Wen Zezhen was looking at him, "You go first, escort the token, I will hold them."
"What are you kidding? There are eight people across from you, you..."
"Escort the token." Wen Zezhen repeated again.
Wei Xintian was dumbfounded for two seconds, and then said, "Then I'll stay, you go."
The chasing soldiers were already approaching in their few words, and the situation was urgent. Wen Zezhen pushed Wei Xintian towards the station, "You are someone who has concerns, you can find your concerns."
Wei Xintian gritted his teeth, indeed, he couldn't stay here, both public and private, "What about you?"
Wen Zezheng held the stab gun in his hand, and the camera zoomed in - he saw blue veins bulging on the back of his hand, and his knuckles were turning white with force, as if he was ready to meet his predetermined destiny.
"I also have my concerns, right at my feet."
This land, this nation, this country.
Wei Xintian's eyes suddenly turned red, and then he turned his head and ran towards the platform of the station...
In the picture is Wen Zezheng's tall and straight back. The camera sweeps up from below. Wen Zezheng has broad shoulders and wide back, as if supporting the whole sky alone.
One person versus eight people, plus the disparity in armament, if you say it's a delay, it's really just a delay.
The sharp stabbing gun reflected the dazzling sunlight above the head and broke the air, and the chaotic background all around was blurred and flickering.
…
In the seat, Wen Zezhen glanced sideways at Rong Yuheng, the light was still a little dim at this time, and the latter's expression could not be seen clearly.
He knew what would happen in the next scene, afraid that Rong Yuheng would not be able to bear it, so he raised his hand to block his eyes.
As soon as his hand was raised in front of the person, he was grabbed on his wrist.
—On the screen, the stabbing gun was inserted straight into Wen Zezhen’s abdomen, and even the subtle sound of a sharp weapon breaking through his body could be heard.
The light on the screen just lit up at this moment, and it fell into Rong Yuheng's eyes. Wen Zezhen saw that his eyes were already full of tears, but his eyes included all the pictures on the screen without blinking.
Rong Yuheng finally understood what Wen Zhongyun meant when he said that it was difficult to separate himself from the role.
The fingers he pressed on Wen Zezhen's wrist trembled slightly.
"Let me see."
The author has something to say: If the script is not elegant, it should be suspended