He Zheng spoke highly of Xia Xingcheng's performance, saying that he has made great progress from "Far Away" to the present.
Xia Xingcheng used to think that he was born with acting skills. In those days when he was shooting idol dramas, some people praised him for his good acting skills. It wasn't until later that he started to work with really powerful people to make movies, and then he realized that he had never had any talent for acting. His performance was clumsy and exaggerated, but it was not bad when it was set off by those more clumsy acting skills. All his acting skills were honed step by step.
Since he met Yang Youming, it was Yang Youming who taught him how to enter the role, and it was also Yang Youming who taught him how to withdraw from the role.
Later, without Yang Youming by his side, he continued to explore in each performance, not to let the performance just surface, but to go deep into the heart.
In the future, he may never experience a complete life of himself as a role again, but he can still devote himself to a role in every performance, constantly temper and grow.
He was lucky to have the right opportunity, the right person.
In the evening, Xia Xingcheng knocked on Yang Youming's door in a pajamas.
When the door was opened from the inside, Xia Xingcheng saw that Yang Youming was also wearing a pair of pajamas with long sleeves and trousers, with his sleeves slightly rolled up and his hand on the door lock.
Seeing it was him, Yang Youming turned to let him in, and then closed the door.
As soon as the door closed, Xia Xingcheng pressed Yang Youming against the wall against his body.
Yang Youming smiled and asked him, "What's wrong?"
Xia Xingcheng didn't speak. He approached Yang Youming and smelled the scent of shower gel on his body. He must have just taken a shower, and the tips of his hair were still slightly damp.
In addition to being darker and thinner, Yang Youming has also cut his hair a bit shorter, probably due to the influence of the character's temperament, he seems to be more masculine than before.
Xia Xingcheng was inexplicably moved, grabbed Yang Youming's hand, pulled him to the inner room, and pushed him onto the bed.
Yang Youming fell back on the bed, supported his body with his elbows and raised his upper body slightly, and said to Xia Xingcheng amusingly, "So enthusiastic?"
Xia Xingcheng didn't speak, he directly spread his legs and straddled Yang Youming, pressed Yang Youming's hands on both sides, and looked down at him carefully.
When he took a closer look, he realized that Yang Youming's thinness was not morbidly thin, but the thinness of a man who often does physical labor. He could see the tight muscles under the skin on his shoulders and neck. The status of the character fits perfectly.
Sun Yao is an electrician who works in a property management company of a large company. Although he is in his forties, his body is agile and strong, and he can strangle a young man with one arm.
Xia Xingcheng bent over, his eyes lingered on Yang Youming, the collar of the loose pajamas fell off, revealing a small piece of fair chest.
Yang Youming was motionless, looking at him.
Xia Xingcheng watched it seriously for a while, released the hand holding Yang Youming's wrist, and sat up straight. He took out a small jar from the pocket of his pajama pants, clasped the lid with his fingers and unscrewed the lid.
Yang Youming smelled a faint fragrance, and he asked, "What is it?"
Xia Xingcheng didn't answer, he put the lid aside, his fingers dug out a small piece of cream-like thing in the jar, lowered his head, and carefully wiped Yang Youming's face.
Yang Youming frowned and asked him, "What is it?"
Xia Xingcheng's expression was focused, and his fingers spread along the corners of Yang Youming's brows and eyes, and replied, "Mask."
Yang Youming stopped talking and just looked at him.
Xia Xingcheng dug out some facial masks from the jar and carefully rubbed it on every corner of Yang Youming's face.
Yang Youming asked him, "Flower?"
Xia Xingcheng shook his head, "My, Huahua said she couldn't afford such an expensive one." After that, he put the jar under his nose and smelled it, "It smells good."
"Starway," Yang Youming looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "I got tanned for the role."
Xia Xingcheng said, "I know. This isn't an elixir. I guess it won't work so quickly. It will come back for nothing when you finish filming."
The corners of Yang Youming's mouth rose, but he didn't speak.
Xia Xingcheng covered Yang Youming's entire face with a translucent white mask. He was not reconciled, so he continued to apply it to his neck.
Yang Youming raised his hand to stop him, "Okay."
Xia Xingcheng stopped just then, put the mask back on, leaned over and pulled out a tissue on the bedside table to wipe his hands, and said to Yang Youming, "I want to stop on my face for fifteen minutes."
Yang Youming nodded.
Xia Xingcheng looked down at him, inserted his fingers into his hair, and touched his warm scalp. After a while, he couldn't help it, and lowered his head to kiss his lips.
They have been separated for a month. Passion is like flowing lava, swept in with the temperature that devours everything. At first, Xia Xingcheng was afraid that he would rub against the mask, but later he couldn't care about it. He felt something sticky in his mouth. It was too late to spit out or swallow the bitter things, and most of them were put into Yang Youming's mouth.
Yang Youming pinched his very upturned buttocks, grabbed the edge of the waistband of the pajama pants with his fingers, and pulled down the inner layer with force, then turned over and pressed Xia Xingcheng under him.
Xia Xingcheng's clothes have been loosened, and Yang Youming is very careful not to leave marks on his neck. His slender and powerful hands only pinched those places hidden under the clothes that will not be seen, and Xia Xingcheng felt pain when he rubbed it. a real possession.
Yang Youming lifted the quilt next to him and covered the two of them inside.
Xia Xingcheng stretched out his body to meet him.
The rustling sound in the quiet room turned into the sound of the big bed shaking, accompanied by violent and suppressed gasps.
It took a long time for those movements to stop. Yang Youming leaned over Xia Xingcheng and grabbed his arms tightly with both hands to pinch marks. He was still reluctant to let go and kissed his sweaty forehead.
When Xia Xingcheng put his legs down, he was already sore and weak. He raised his hand and touched Yang Youming's face, and said, "My mask."
Half of the mask was rubbed on Xia Xingcheng's face, and half on the quilt.
Yang Youming's voice was deep and lazy, "I'll buy it for you."
Xia Xingcheng smiled, "Then you have to use it every day, and you will come back for nothing after filming."
Yang Youming rubbed the tip of his nose against his face, "You have the final say."
Xia Xingcheng is also a man, and he suspects that no matter what he asks at this time, Yang Youming will definitely agree to him.
In the south in spring, the temperature is neither too cold nor too hot, so it is suitable for the two of them to be covered with a thin quilt. After the affair, Xia Xingcheng hugged Yang Youming's waist and talked about what he saw in the procuratorate some time ago.
Yang Youming's slightly rough palm stroked his pliable shoulders, as if he casually said, "You look good in a uniform."
Xia Xingcheng looked at him with a smile, "How beautiful?"
Yang Youming said: "It's so beautiful that people want to-"
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. The knocking on the door was not in a hurry, it stopped after a few rings.
Yang Youming glanced outside.
Xia Xingcheng lifted the quilt and planned to put on his clothes first. Yang Youming held his hand and said, "No need to get up, I'll go take a look."
After he finished speaking, he reached out and picked up the pajamas that had been thrown at the end of the bed, put them on without haste, and then stepped on his slippers and walked outside.
Xia Xingcheng could only hear the sound of the door opening, and then the voice of speaking. He was curious and wanted to get out of bed to have a look, but he was afraid of being seen in Yang Youming's room.
After a while, Yang Youming closed the door and came back with a small box in his hand, which he placed on the TV cabinet.
"Who?" Xia Xingcheng asked him.
Yang Youming sat down beside the bed and said, "It's Ling Jiayue who brought me some tea for her grandfather."
Xia Xingcheng stopped talking and just looked at him.
Yang Youming raised his hand and pressed it on the back of Xia Xingcheng's neck, "What's wrong?"
Xia Xingcheng was silent for a while, and said, "It's nothing." After speaking, he found his jar of facial mask on the messy bed, straddled Yang Youming and insisted on continuing to apply the facial mask to him.
Prosecutor Han Bohan, who looked good in his prosecutorial uniform, changed into casual clothes, long jeans and a short trench coat, still handsome and neat, and went to the community hospital to visit Sun Yao's daughter Sun Xunyan.
He pushed open the door of the single ward with one hand, and saw a lonely figure lying on a bed in the center of the room. It was already afternoon, and the window of this ward was facing west. The afternoon sunlight came in through the window and was spilling on the hospital bed, dyeing the white quilt orange.
There was a girl lying on the bed, seventeen or eighteen years old. Even with her eyes closed, she could see that it was a well-behaved and beautiful face, with long eyelashes casting a shadow on her pale lower eyelids.
Han Baihan walked in slowly and went all the way to the end of the bed. He bent down to look at the patient name tag hanging on it. The name column read: Sun Xunyan, the age column read: 17 years old, and the diagnosis column was empty. .
The girl was breathing lightly and slowly, but she could clearly see the undulating arc of her chest under the thin quilt. She looked like she was asleep, but she had slept for too long, probably almost two years.
Han Baihan put his hands into his trouser pockets, looked at Sun Xunyan's face, and for a moment he thought, if this was his daughter, he would kill that beast just like Sun Yao. But this idea was too dangerous, and it was especially inappropriate to appear in Han Baihan's head, so he refused to let himself continue thinking about it.
At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, Han Baihan looked up and saw that the person who came in was a doctor.
The short female doctor asked him, "Are you her relative?"
Han Baihan said, "I'm not."
"Oh," the female doctor seemed disappointed, walked over to the bedside to take a look, and said, "I don't know if her father will be able to come out."
Han Baihan asked, "Is there no nurse to take care of her? There should be an aid organization donating money for her."
The female doctor said: "How can the nurse take care of her carefully? You can see that she is in good condition. It's all because her father has been taking good care of her. If her father can't come out in the future, the child will be pitiful."
Han Baihan's eyes fell on Sun Xunyan's face again, and he watched it quietly for a long time.
As soon as the filming of this scene was over, the girl lying on the bed immediately sat up and talked to Xia Xingcheng with a smile. Xia Xingcheng also smiled and chatted with her, then turned to look at Yang Youming who was waiting for the next scene.
Yang Youming held the script in his hand, and standing in front of him was Ling Jiayue who also held the script. The two of them should be playing against each other.
Xia Xingcheng watched them for a while, then walked over to He Zheng and watched the playback on the monitor with him.
He Zheng rolled a paper tube in his hand, pointed to the monitor for Xia Xingcheng, and said, "Look at this close-up." After he finished speaking, he originally wanted Xia Xingcheng to express his opinion, but he didn't get a response from him, so he turned to look at him , found that he was still not paying attention to the monitor at all, but looked up at Yang Youming. He Zheng then picked up the paper tube in his hand and hit Xia Xingcheng on the head.
"Ouch!" Xia Xingcheng screamed from being beaten. It didn't hurt, just startled.
He Zheng said: "You give me focus!"
Xia Xingcheng touched the place where he hit, "I was focusing when I was filming."
He Zheng lowered his voice: "You think I don't know where you spend the night!"
Xia Xingcheng just said: "We will not affect the filming."
He Zheng took out a cigarette case from his jacket pocket, smoked a cigarette and put it in his mouth, not in a hurry to light it. He also looked at Yang Youming's direction for a while and said to Xia Xingcheng, "Don't worry, Yang Youming will not cheat."
Xia Xingcheng was a little surprised that He Zheng would say these words, he said softly, "I'm not worried."
He Zheng sat on the small stool, stretched out his hand and pulled up his trousers, seemed a little emotional, and said with a sigh, "It's not easy for Yang Youming to fall in love with someone, and it's even harder to make up your mind to be with someone. There is nothing in life to worry about.”
Xia Xingcheng sat down on the small stool beside him and asked, "Aren't you against us?"
He Zheng said a little hesitantly: "I think it's not you who objected." He paused here, "Forget it, don't talk about that."
Xia Xingcheng felt that He Zheng was afraid of remembering something about himself, but He Zheng didn't want to say it, so he never asked.
"Director He, why is it Ling Jiayue?" Xia Xingcheng always had a question in his heart, but at this time he couldn't help but ask, "Is it because of her grandfather?"
He Zheng sneered, he took out a lighter and lit a cigarette, looked at Xia Xingcheng and said, "Why do you think I asked you to play Fang Jianyuan?" After that, he continued: "Because this little girl is very good at acting. ."