Until the start of the official filming, Yang Youming never mentioned anything other than the filming to Xia Xingcheng. Xia Xingcheng was strange at first, but after he devoted himself to the state of the character, he didn't remember it.
The lighting at the scene was a little dark. Because Sun Yao's hut was built next to the building, the surrounding light was blocked by the surrounding high-rise buildings. Only a ray of sunlight could come in from the outer windows every afternoon.
So when Han Baihan followed Sun Yao into the hut, he saw that Sun Xunyan was lying on the small bed where Sun Yao usually slept outside. At this time, the light beam only fell on one corner of the small bed, and the other places were already dark.
Sun Yao picked up his daughter and walked inside. The light inside is even darker. The only window is next to a wall. The scattered sunlight can penetrate through the gap between the wall and the window. will fall into the shadows.
Living in such an environment will certainly not make people happy.
Sun Xunyan was changed and lay on the side of the bed.
Han Baihan was still holding the bunch of flowers he bought for Sun Xunyan. He followed Sun Yao into the small room inside, put the flowers on the windowsill, turned around and asked Sun Yao, "Can I put them here?"
Sun Yao didn't lift his head, and responded casually, "Let's put it there." He put his hand into Sun Xunyan's pajamas and touched her back.
Although he quickly pulled out his hand, Han Baihan frowned slightly involuntarily as he watched his movements.
Sun Yao walked out of the room and came back after a while with a wet towel to wipe the sweat off Sun Xunyan's back.
Han Baihan turned his eyes away, because he saw that Sun Xunyan's pajamas were tightened, and the curves of the girl's body were outlined in an instant, and he turned and left the small room.
Soon, Sun Yao also came out with a towel and went to the bathroom to wash. He said to Han Baihan, "Please sit down, Han Jian." He never addressed Han Baihan directly by his first name. It seems too blunt to call, and it seems too intimate to call only by name.
Han Baihan has always called him Sun Yao, from the first meeting in the detention center until now.
When Sun Yao came out of the bathroom, Han Baihan still couldn't find a suitable place to sit, and several chairs in the room were piled with debris. So Sun Yao lifted the quilt on the small bed and greeted Han Baihan to sit by the bed.
Han Baihan glanced at the crumpled sheets on the bed and said, "No, I'll stand for a while and leave."
Sun Yao pulled the sheets and looked up at him, "I just changed it yesterday, it's not dirty."
He said this, but Han Baihan didn't know how to refuse. What he thought in his mind was how much Sun Yao's body fluids and sweat had deposited on this bed. He resisted and didn't want to sit on someone else's bed, but Sun Yao directly After exposing his thoughts, he could only pretend that he didn't care, walked over and sat down beside the bed.
Sun Yao took a few steps back, leaned against the dining table and stood still.
The room fell silent, and Han Bohan saw that the beam of sunlight that came in from the window was tilting more and more severely, and was about to disappear from the room, as if it also took away the dry temperature in the room, making the whole room There was a damp musty smell, probably mixed with other smells, maybe the sweat left on the sheets after Sun Yao had slept all night.
This thought made him uncomfortable. He sat up straight, and put his hands on his legs and did not want to touch the sheets under him. He asked Sun Yao, "Have you taken Xiaoyan to the hospital for a checkup recently? Has the situation improved? "
Sun Yao said: "I went to the hospital on Monday and had a checkup, and my physical condition is normal."
Han Baihan asked him, "Is it convenient? You can find me if you need help."
Sun Yao replied: "Take a taxi. Some drivers will refuse the ride, some won't. They can always go."
Han Bohan nodded, and after a while he asked again, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Sun Yao looked at him, "You have already helped us a lot by helping me find a job."
Han Baihan lowered his eyes, he felt that he could at least help Sun Yao, he was not a completely useless person.
Sun Yao stood for a while. He picked up the electric kettle on the table and planned to go to the bathroom to get water. He said to Han Baihan, "Drink some water, I'll burn it now."
Han Baihan said immediately: "Don't bother. It's hot today, and I can't drink the hot water for a long time."
Sun Yao stopped and put the kettle back on the table. He stood in the middle of the room and thought about it, and said, "There is still a bottle of mineral water in the refrigerator." He walked over and opened an old refrigerator next to the dining table.
The refrigerator was very close to the bed. Han Baihan looked up subconsciously and saw that the refrigerator was full of things, mostly raw vegetables and meat, as well as several covered lunch boxes. Sun Yao took out a bottle of mineral water from the drawer behind the door, and at the same time Han Baihan saw that a cake box was placed in the second compartment of the refrigerator.
Sun Yao quickly closed the refrigerator door and brought the bottle of water to Han Baihan.
Han Baihan's eyes seem to still have the shadow of the cake box. The cake box is the packaging box of a famous cake shop in the city. Every day, many young people take long queues to go to the shop to buy cakes, and the price is very high. expensive. The reason why he recognized the box was because he lined up with Shu Ju for more than ten minutes last night and bought a mango layer for Shu Ju.
The mineral water was still in Sun Yao's hands. He was surprised that Han Bo didn't take it, and dangled it in front of him.
Han Baihan came back to his senses and said thank you for catching the mineral water bottle. He took the mineral water in his hand and did not open it to drink, but pursed his lips and asked, "That classmate Xiaoyan, is it right? come to see you often?"
When he spoke, he kept looking at Sun Yao's expression. Sun Yao's expression did not fluctuate. He just asked, "Which classmate?"
Han Baihan said: "A very beautiful girl with long hair."
Sun Yao stood beside the bed, looked down at him condescendingly, his shadow cast in his eyes, and said calmly and plainly, "You said Shu Ju? Do you know her?"
Han Baihan replied, "I've seen it twice."
Sun Yao suddenly squatted down, and raised his head to look at him in a position slightly shorter than him, "She is Xiaoyan's good friend, the kind that is inseparable. She often comes to see Xiaoyan."
Han Baihan looked at him, "I saw the cake in the refrigerator, did she bring it?"
Sun Yao said: "It should be, I didn't notice when she put it in, it should be brought to Xiaoyan."
Han Bohan's mouth moved, he wanted to say that Sun Yao was lying, Sun Xunyan couldn't eat cake at all, that cake could only be brought to Sun Yao, but he didn't say anything, his head was a little messy, and he had a lot of ideas for a while Intertwined and entangled, he stood up and said, "I'll go first, I won't disturb you."
When this scene was finished, Xia Xingcheng still felt a little immersed in the character's emotions and couldn't come out.
He and Yang Youming left the set in the same nanny car. The two sat in the last row. After getting in the car, Xia Xingcheng seemed to be restless and hugged Yang Youming and kept rubbing against him.
The back row of the car was separated from the front, and there were only the two of them in the enclosed space. Yang Youming put his arms around Xia Xingcheng's waist and looked down at him, "What's wrong?"
Xia Xingcheng said, "I'm a little uncomfortable." Actually, it wasn't that he was uncomfortable, it was just that Han Baihan was uncomfortable.
Yang Youming raised his hand to touch his forehead, and then touched his temples and lips. His fingers were dry and warm, like soothing a restless pet, and whispered, "What should I do?"
Xia Xingcheng looked at him, "I need you."
Just like the emotional wound Xia Xingcheng suffered on Fang Jianyuan, he urgently needed Yang Youming to heal him, and now the wound he suffered on Han Baihan is still eager to find comfort in Yang Youming.
It is normal to not be able to play for a short time, especially when the emotional fluctuations of the characters are relatively strong. If Xia Xingcheng wants to bring the emotions of such characters into real life, Xia Xingcheng needs to use his real emotions to dilute the influence of the characters.
The nanny car has a large space. Yang Youming asked Xia Xingcheng to take off his shoes and sit sideways on his lap, with his legs bent and bare feet stepping on the leather seat.
He pressed one hand against Xia Xingcheng's back and stroked him from top to bottom over and over again, the other hand slid down his calf, held one of his bare feet, and kneaded gently.
Xia Xingcheng raised his hand and hugged his neck, leaned in and kissed his lips. At first it was just the touch of the lips, followed by gentle pecks, and then he opened his teeth and kissed passionately.
Yang Youming's movements to appease the hand on Xia Xingcheng's back stopped, but he seemed to unconsciously hold his feet tighter, and pushed his feet closer to the base of his legs, so that his legs were bent and pressed against the bottom of his legs. Together.
This posture was a bit painful for Xia Xingcheng, but it was also even more exciting. At first, he still thought about the cake box in the refrigerator, and when he thought of Sun Yao looking up at his indifferent face, he couldn't think of anything after that. in this kiss.
When the kiss was over, Xia Xingcheng's eyes were slightly red, and he buried his face on Yang Youming's shoulder.
Yang Youming's voice was very soft and asked him, "Is it better?"
Xia Xingcheng nodded, and his mood was much calmer.
Yang Youming raised his hand and touched his hair.
Xia Xingcheng suddenly raised his head, looked at his hand, and asked, "Is this the one that touched my foot just now?"
Yang Youming took his hand down and looked at it, and said, "Yeah, do you also dislike your own feet?"
Xia Xingcheng grabbed his hand and pushed it away, "I haven't washed it for a whole day, take your hand away."
Yang Youming pretended to cover his mouth, Xia Xingcheng hurriedly turned his head and buried his face on his shoulder, shouting, "Get it away, get it away!"
The two quarreled for a while, Xia Xingcheng leaned against his arms, suddenly thought of something, and asked him, "Are you angry before we started filming?"
Yang Youming's tone was still calm, and he asked, "Why do you think I'm angry?"
Xia Xingcheng said, "I noticed it."
Yang Youming didn't speak.
After a while, Xia Xingcheng couldn't help but look up at him, and found that his eyes sank, so he sat up straight and asked, "What's wrong?" A guess appeared in his heart, "Did you find the person who took the secret photo? "
Yang Youming said slowly: "The photo was taken by Ling Jiayue, and she also sent it to the Weibo marketing account via private message."
Xia Xingcheng was stunned for a moment. He didn't have any thoughts in his head for a moment. He just recalled Ling Jiayue's hateful eyes towards him, and then thought that they didn't see Ling Jiayue on the set before they left. They should have returned to the hotel first. .
He didn't ask why, he knew why, but he didn't expect a young girl to really do such a thing. Xia Xingcheng slowly frowned, but there was no strong anger and hatred, but there was some discomfort in his heart.
Yang Youming said, "I'm very angry." His tone was calm and his expression was indifferent, but these words were heavy and heavy.
Xia Xingcheng put his feet off the seat, stepped on his shoes, and reached for his mobile phone. He wanted to call Huang Jixin and tell him the current situation.
Just when he touched the phone, Yang Youming's phone rang first. He glanced at the screen and said, "It's Chen Hailan."
Xia Xingcheng then held the mobile phone and listened to him answering the call. After Yang Youming connected, he just said "hello" and kept listening to the other party, but Xia Xingcheng's eyes did not soften.
After a while, Yang Youming hung up the phone and said, "Chen Hailan is at the airport. He is coming over tonight. Ren Jingyuan will come with him and tell us to wait for them to have dinner." After speaking, he looked at Xia Xingcheng intently at him. , raised his hand and scratched his nose.
Xia Xingcheng wanted to say something, but after he was hung up his nose, he frowned fiercely, grabbed his hand, and said, "Don't touch my face again before you wash your hands!"