The moment Xia Xingcheng saw Yang Youming, his body reacted faster than his brain, and he immediately pushed the girl in his arms away. Maybe when he calmed down later, he would feel that his behavior was very inappropriate, but at that time, there was only a short blank in his mind.
The girl who was pushed away was stunned for a moment, and before she had time to get angry, she noticed Yang Youming, and said in surprise and excitement, "Yang Youming!"
Yang Youming didn't know her, he didn't express or was unhappy, just glanced at Xia Xingcheng and turned to leave.
Xia Xingcheng moved his feet, almost impulsively trying to catch up and grab Yang Youming's arm, but he endured it because he quickly regained his senses and realized that he didn't need to explain anything to Yang Youming.
He asked someone to send the girl away, and he got into the nanny car on his way to the set. He could finally calm down and think. He thought that his reaction to Yang Youming today might not belong to him, but to Fang Jian. Far.
He was a little restless. In addition to the hangover that had not completely dissipated, there were other emotions, which were repeatedly difficult to cool in his heart.
This emotion directly led to the unhappiness of today's shooting.
Xia Xingcheng was sitting behind the narrow counter of the grocery store, surrounded by tall containers suppressing him. Everything was hot and irritable, sweat slid down his cheeks, and walked all the way along his white neck into the collar.
There is no way for him to sit quietly and peacefully in the grocery store like the real Fang Jianyuan, waiting for the sparse business to come to the door.
A van carrying goods was parked in front of the grocery store, and two young workers jumped out of the van and moved the goods neatly without a word.
Xia Xingcheng looked up at them, got up and walked out, standing at the door watching them move things.
Boxes of drinks and beer soon piled up in front of the grocery store.
In the next shot, a young man shoved the checklist into Xia Xingcheng's hand. Xia Xingcheng didn't catch it, and the checklist fell to the ground.
He Zheng didn't call to stop at this time, Xia Xingcheng could have bent down to pick it up and continued, but he called to stop himself.
He Zheng looked at him calmly and said nothing else.
Xia Xingcheng walked to the corner and read the script again. He was a little dazed, as if his body appeared here, and his soul was still in the hotel this morning. He was trying to enter the role of Fang Jianyuan, but last night's events made him He felt disconnected.
He watched the script for a while and told He Zheng that he could continue.
He Zheng said, "Come on, continue."
However, Xia Xingcheng did not adjust his emotions, and the shooting of the next scene was also stumbling and not smooth.
He Zheng gradually showed displeasure on his face.
During this process, Yang Youming kept watching, he didn't have any emotion and didn't say anything. In the process of playing against Xia Xingcheng, even if Xia Xingcheng was always NG, he did not show the slightest impatience.
Later, He Zheng asked everyone to rest first and continue shooting in the afternoon.
As a result, today's progress will definitely be delayed.
Xia Xingcheng didn't eat lunch. He walked to Fang Jianyuan's bedroom set, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and tried to shake off the messy thoughts in his head.
Not long after, he heard the sound of a lighter, opened his eyes immediately, and then saw Yang Youming standing on the head of the bed.
There was no one else nearby. Everyone went to have lunch. It seemed that there were only two of them left in the shed, at least the two of them around this room.
Xia Xingcheng sat up suddenly and said, "Brother Ming? Why didn't you go to dinner?"
Yang Youming sat down next to him by the bed, and after passing the cigarette to his mouth to take a puff, he put the cigarette between his fingers and brought it to Xia Xingcheng's mouth, and asked him, "Do you smoke?"
Xia Xingcheng was stunned for a moment. Although he smoked less, he did not know how to smoke, but it was obviously inappropriate for Yang Youming to let him smoke the cigarette he had taken.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Youming put the cigarette back in his hand, put it in his mouth, and then raised his hand and pressed it on the back of Xia Xingcheng's neck.
Xia Xingcheng felt at a loss, he turned to look at Yang Youming's profile, saw Yang Youming's eyes slightly narrowed, his jaw slightly raised, showing clearly Yu Haiyang's expression.
So Xia Xingcheng suddenly realized that Yang Youming was playing against him, but it wasn't the scene they were going to shoot today, or even a scene in the script, it was something that should have existed between Yu Haiyang and Fang Jianyuan A play that was there.
Yang Youming pressed the hand on the back of Xia Xingcheng's neck with some force, as if he was teasing a small animal.
In the play without a script, Xia Xingcheng lowered his eyes and gave his body's reaction to his instinct, not Xia Xingcheng's instinct, but Fang Jianyuan's instinct. He lowered his head and shrank slightly.
Yang Youming took the cigarette from his mouth and asked him, "Do you like girls?"
Xia Xingcheng suddenly raised his head and looked at him.
Yang Youming's eyes became sharp.
Xia Xingcheng instantly felt that the surrounding scene merged with the scene this morning.
Yang Youming's voice was low and serious, "You are too bad."
Xia Xingcheng couldn't tell whether it was Yu Haiyang or Yang Youming, and he couldn't tell what he wanted to say to him. He opened his mouth and wanted to defend himself, but only said the word "I-".
Yang Youming said, "I don't want a next time."
Xia Xingcheng's lips were dry, he couldn't help licking his lower lip and said, "No next time."
Yang Youming's gesture of stroking the back of his neck became gentle, and his voice was not so cold. He rubbed the short hairy hair on the back of his neck with his fingertips, and said, "This is a good boy."
After speaking, Yang Youming stood up and left.
Leaving Xia Xingcheng sitting alone by the bed, he became more and more upset, but he gradually couldn't tell whether the restlessness belonged to him or Fang gradually far away.