There is a small roof on the top floor of Fang Jianyuan's small building. A flower terrace is built around the roof. When his mother is free, many flowers and plants are planted on the flower terrace.
When Fang Jianyuan was on summer vacation, the task of taking care of these flowers and plants naturally fell on his shoulders.
Fang Jianyuan took a long water hose out of the house, stood on the edge of the flower bed, and watered the flowers and plants that his mother didn't like very much.
The morning sun is very good, not blocked by the buildings in the distance, only the golden light shines from a distance, with temperature but not so hot.
Fang Jianyuan was wearing shorts and a vest, and his slippers made a clattering sound when he stepped on the concrete platform. He dragged the water pipe in his hand and walked along the edge of the flower platform. He was careful not to fall off, and hummed a song casually.
At this time, he heard the footsteps of other people appearing on the rooftop, and immediately turned back to look.
It was Yu Haiyang who came up to the rooftop with a basin in his hand, and the basin contained the clothes washed by the washing machine.
Yu Haiyang smiled as soon as he saw Fang Jianyuan.
Fang Jianyuan opened his mouth to ask why he didn't go to work today, but suddenly remembered that it was Saturday and closed his mouth again. He stayed at home every day during the summer vacation, and he couldn't tell which day it was.
Yu Haiyang rarely wore shorts and a loose gray T-shirt, and also stepped on slippers under his feet. He walked to the middle of the roof, put the basin on the ground, put the clothes on one by one with the clothes rack hanging on the rope, and then hung it back on the tight clothes line.
Fang Jianyuan turned his head and didn't look at him, staring blankly as the water flow completely soaked the soil of the flower terrace, but what he heard in his ears was the movement of Yu Haiyang behind him.
After a while he heard Yu Haiyang's footsteps coming over.
Fang Jianyuan lowered his head and swallowed nervously. He heard Yu Haiyang walk behind him and stop, but he didn't make the next move.
"You almost drowned these flowers," Yu Haiyang said suddenly.
Fang Jianyuan was startled, he suddenly retracted the water pipe, but he didn't notice the water splashing all over himself.
Yu Haiyang swiftly took two steps back to avoid it, then looked at Fang Jianyuan and smiled.
Fang Jianyuan's trousers were wet, he looked embarrassed and embarrassed, he blushed at Yu Haiyang's laughter, suddenly the boy's temperament grew, and he poured the water pipe at Yu Haiyang.
Yu Haiyang hurriedly ducked to the side, splashing water on his freshly washed clothes, he shouted: "Hey!"
Fang Jianyuan laughed, happily chasing Yu Haiyang with the hose.
Yu Haiyang didn't hide after that, and walked towards Fang Jiujian in the face of the spray, trying to snatch his water pipe.
Fang Jianyuan hurriedly ran forward along the edge of the flowerbed, trying to avoid him.
The ground had long been wet and slippery by him. He ran two steps in his slippers and fell to the side, screaming in panic.
Yu Haiyang rushed over and hugged his waist, then lifted him up into the air and placed his feet on the ground smoothly.
Fang Jianyuan's eyes were full of smiles. He looked up at Yu Haiyang and found that Yu Haiyang's expression was also gentle and smiling, and he felt embarrassed again.
At this time, Yu Haiyang grabbed the water pipe in his hand.
Fang Jianyuan thought that Yu Haiyang was going to retaliate against him, so he quickly stepped back to avoid it.
As a result, Yu Haiyang hugged his waist tightly and raised the water pipe to let the water pour down from the top of his head.
Fang Jianyuan buried his head on Yu Haiyang's chest. He heard Yu Haiyang say, "I'm soaking wet anyway, why don't you just take a shower!" breathe.
Yu Haiyang's body was soaked wet, and the T-shirt and thin shorts were clinging to his body, outlining a beautiful male line.
Fang Jianyuan opened his eyes wide, gasped for breath, and grabbed the hem of Yu Haiyang's clothes with one hand.
As soon as the scene was filmed, the crew immediately turned off the water pipes.
Xia Xingcheng raised his head and suddenly felt Yang Youming wipe the water off his face with his hands.
At that moment, he closed his eyes like a child, only to feel Yang Youming's slightly rough palm rubbing against his cheeks almost aching.
This action was short-lived, as if it was gentleman Yang Youming's thoughtfulness, and he quickly withdrew his hand.
Then the assistant brought them a large dry towel to wrap them around. Xia Xingcheng looked at Yang Youming again and found that he was not paying attention to himself, but was talking to the assistant wrapped in the towel.
They can't change clothes for the time being, because He Zheng didn't say whether to reshoot or not, and should also make up close-up shots.
Xia Xingcheng wrapped a towel and walked to the side to sit down. The assistant handed him the hot water to drink. He took it and watched Yang Youming from the corner of his eyes while drinking the water.
Yang Youming didn't look at him again, just walked behind He Zheng.
He Zheng stared at the replayed surveillance screen for a long time, and when he saw Yang Youming passing by, he pulled him to sit down and watch together.
Xia Xingcheng was generally embarrassed to take the initiative to go over except for He Zheng to call him. He bent down and hugged his leg, put his forehead on his knee, and took a deep breath.