Shooting resumes.
Xia Xingcheng returned to the narrow counter of the grocery store, surrounded by slightly messy goods stacked around him.
He lowered his head to read, but what he thought was: I am Fang Jianyuan, eighteen years old, my family owns a grocery store, and I often sit here in the afternoon of summer vacation to help my mother guard the store.
His mood slowly calmed down.
A shadow blocked the light in front of him, he raised his head, and Yang Youming occupied his entire field of vision.
Strange man, Xia Xingcheng thought to himself, and then thought, this strange man is too good-looking.
His gaze stayed on Yang Youming's face for a while longer.
Yang Youming was also looking at him. After a long time, Xia Xingcheng turned his eyes away and asked, "What do you want to buy?"
Yang Youming suddenly laughed. He put one arm on the counter and leaned slightly, saying, "Bring me a pack of cigarettes."
This smile was not there just now. Xia Xingcheng suddenly realized that Yang Youming was acting with him, and he responded with his reaction.
Xia Xingcheng stood up, turned around to look for cigarettes on the cigarette shelf, and suddenly remembered that the man didn't say what cigarettes he wanted, so he turned around and said, "You want—" He paused before he finished speaking, because Yang Youming said this. It was time to walk into the grocery store and look in the direction of the interior.
"Hello!" Xia Xingcheng called his attention back, with a wary expression, "What cigarettes do you want?" His tone was not very friendly.
Yang Youming leaned on the counter again, leaned forward, and asked, "Do you have a house for rent?"
Xia Xingcheng was stunned for a moment. He looked left and right, and said, "Wait a moment." Then he came out of the counter and accidentally bumped into Yang Youming when he passed by. He nodded and apologized, walked all the way to the door of the store, and shouted loudly to the next door: "mom-"
He Zheng didn't say yes, but he nodded to Xia Xingcheng.
Xia Xingcheng breathed a long sigh of relief, he felt that Yang Youming woke him up.
The next shooting went smoothly.
Fang Jianyuan took Yu Haiyang up to the third floor to see the room.
The house on the third floor is a suite with a separate bathroom, located above the bedroom.
Yu Haiyang, played by Yang Youming, walked around the room, Xia Xingcheng waited patiently for him, and at the same time walked to the window and glanced outside.
After a while, Yang Youming stopped by his side and asked him, "How old are you?"
Fang Jianyuan is a somewhat introverted boy, Xia Xingcheng didn't look at Yang Youming when he spoke: "Eighteen."
Yang Youming touched his pocket to find a cigarette, only to remember that he had finished smoking.
Xia Xingcheng looked at his hand and asked, "Do you live alone?"
Yang Youming said "um", "Live alone."
Xia Xingcheng urged him: "Then do you want to rent it?"
Yang Youming looked at him and smiled, "Let me think about it, I'll give you an answer today."
Today's shooting ended in the afternoon.
He Zheng is reluctant to schedule the shooting too fast, especially when everyone has not fully entered the role in the early shooting, he hopes to have more time to take each scene seriously.
After finishing work, Xia Xingcheng's first reaction after changing his clothes was to find Yang Youming. No matter what, Yang Youming's words were very helpful to him. If there was a chance, he would like to invite Yang Youming to have dinner together.
He was in a hurry, ignoring the assistant talking to him, and when he chased outside, Yang Youming was about to get into the car.
"Brother Ming," Xia Xingcheng shouted loudly.
Yang Youming had already stepped onto the car with one leg, then stepped back and looked back at him.
Xia Xingcheng walked to the front of Yang Youming's car, saw his assistant Li Yun standing aside, nodded and called Sister Shengyun, and then said to Yang Youming, "I really want to thank you today, Brother Ming."
Yang Youming smiled, with a little alienation in his usual politeness. He said, "What I should do, you don't have to take it to heart." Then, without waiting for Xia Xingcheng's reaction, he raised his hand and put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Okay. Filming, you are very good." After that, he turned and got into the car.
Xia Xingcheng was stunned for a while, standing there and watching Yang Youming's car drive away.
At this time, the cell phone in Xia Xingcheng's pocket suddenly rang. The call was from Huang Jixin, and it was agreed that he had a place to have dinner with him in the evening.
Xia Xingcheng's brokerage company is a big company. There are big stars and big brokers in the company, and neither he nor Huang Jixin are very ranked.
Now that Xia Xingcheng has joined the group, Huang Jixin doesn't need to accompany him in the crew. He was dispatched by the company to temporarily bring a young newcomer, so Huang Jixin called Xia Xingcheng out for a drink tonight.
The two of them sat face to face in the private room of the barbecue shop. The meat on the grill oozes oil and makes a sizzling sound. Coupled with Huang Jixin smoking, the entire private room is filled with smoke.
Xia Xingcheng was a little excited.
Huang Jixin took a clip and turned the meat over on the grill. He quickly turned it back as if he couldn't bear the loneliness. He said, "I heard that you were not bad today, and you entered the state quite quickly."
Xia Xingcheng held the glass of cold beer and wiped the mist outside the glass with his fingers. He couldn't help but smile and said, "I think Yang Youming is really good."
Huang Jixin picked up the first roasted beef with chopsticks and threw it into Xia Xingcheng's plate, saying, "You idol, isn't there a saying called fan filter?"
"No," Xia Xingcheng denied, "I've been filming for several years, and I don't see much of him being so patient."
Huang Jixin looked at him with a smile: "So is it cool to have a sex scene with Yang Youming?"
"Fuck you!" Xia Xingcheng cursed.
Huang Jixin still didn't stop his wicked taste, and said while feeding Xia Xingcheng beef piece by piece: "You haven't watched the votes about the sexual fantasy objects and the most wanted one-night stand on the Internet in the past two years. Isn't Yang Youming first and second?"
Xia Xingcheng suddenly thought of the scene with Yang Youming yesterday, the intense kiss, he concealed his embarrassment and said, "I don't usually see that he has so many bloody fans."
Huang Jixin pointed at him with chopsticks, "What do you know? This is called nationalism. When you have this day, it doesn't matter if you have chicken blood fans."
Xia Xingcheng listened and took a sip of beer silently.