All the unrelated people at the shooting venue left, and He Zheng sat silently behind the monitor without saying a word.
Xia Xingcheng looked at Yang Youming, at this time he hoped that Yang Youming could say something to him.
Yang Youming leaned against the desk, took the book above and flipped through two pages, then raised his head and asked Xia Xingcheng, "How old are you?"
"Twenty-four," Xia Xingcheng sat down on the bed and answered him.
Yang Youming said, "How many years have you been filming?"
Xia Xingcheng felt like a primary school student answering a teacher's question, and said in a proper manner, "In six years, I started acting at the age of eighteen."
Yang Youming quickly flipped through the book in his hand. He probably didn't read it. His tone was calm, like chatting in a coffee shop on a summer afternoon: "Then what school did you graduate from?"
Xia Xingcheng mentioned the name of a film school. It is not the top film school in China, but it is still somewhat famous.
Yang Youming nodded, "That is, he started acting in his freshman year."
Xia Xingcheng thought about it and said, "I like acting very much."
Yang Youming's eyes fell on his face, "Do you like it?"
Xia Xingcheng said "um".
He Zheng sat quietly, did not urge them to start, and let the two have a bland conversation at this time.
Yang Youming continued to ask him, "Have you seriously considered it before taking on this drama?"
Xia Xingcheng did not expect that he would ask this question in front of He Zheng, and after a little stunned he replied, "Of course." He has many reasons for accepting this movie, and any one of them will get a young man of the same age and status as him. actor's recognition. At the same time, he couldn't help being curious and asked, "Why did Brother Ming act in this play?"
Yang Youming is different from him. Yang Youming has already made a name for himself and does not need to rely on such a movie to bring him anything.
After hearing this question, Yang Youming didn't answer immediately, he just raised his head and looked in He Zheng's direction, then smiled and said, "If you owe him, you will always have to pay it back."
Xia Xingcheng didn't know that what he said was really just a joke.
Yang Youming put the book in his hand back to its original position and said to Xia Xingcheng, "Get ready to start."
Xia Xingcheng's slightly relaxed mood suddenly became tense again. He stood up from the bed and took two deep breaths.
Yang Youming suddenly asked him, "What were you thinking just now?"
Xia Xingcheng froze for a moment and said, "I think what is Fang Jianyuan thinking at this time?"
Yang Youming asked again, "What were you thinking about in the last scene?"
Xia Xingcheng couldn't answer for a while, he was in a mess at that time, and he couldn't think carefully about anything.
Yang Youming said to him: "Don't think about it, Fang Jianyuan probably can't think of anything at this time."
Just flustered, nothing else.
This time it is still not an official shooting, but Yang Youming's expression is very serious.
Xia Xingcheng was pushed down on the bed by him, and instinctively wanted to stand up, but unfortunately, there was no time, and Yang Youming was all overwhelmed.
This time it was real, Yang Youming's chest was against his, both of them were thinly dressed and could feel each other's body temperature.
Then Yang Youming held his hands with both hands and kissed his lips deeply.
This deep kiss was not mentioned just now. Xia Xingcheng's head was in chaos, and he subconsciously wanted to hide behind.
However, Yang Youming grabbed his two hands and twisted them behind his back, so that he would involuntarily raise his chest and get closer to Yang Youming.
Xia Xingcheng could hardly breathe, he felt Yang Youming's not rude strength.
Then Yang Youming lifted the hem of his T-shirt up and buried his head to kiss his chest.
Xia Xingcheng raised his head, his chest rose and fell violently, his cheeks to neck and even his chest were flushed red, he opened his mouth, noticed that his lips were dry, and made a subtle voice: "No..."
There was an empty panic in him.
Yang Youming reached out and touched the button of his trousers. The touch was so strong that the panic in his heart instantly magnified. Xia Xingcheng didn't think about how to perform, but just wanted to effectively stop Yang Youming's next movements. He reached out and grabbed his trousers. He pushed Yang Youming's wrist hard with one hand, then turned sideways and arched his back to avoid it.
Yang Youming's voice was a little hoarse, as if soft and strong, but he still held on to the button on his trousers and persuaded him, "Don't be afraid, it will be alright."
It was the voice of an adult man suppressing his desires. Xia Xingcheng heard it very clearly. He tried harder to curl up, the T-shirt was still rolled up on his chest, revealing a smooth and flexible waist and back. He said, "I don't want it." When he spoke, he I found that my voice was hoarse and trembling slightly.
Yang Youming put one hand on his waist and stroked it with a little strength, and the itchiness instantly rushed up from the side of the waist, making Xia Xingcheng numb, and his heart seemed to itch.
"Silly boy," Yang Youming's tone was like an elder and a lover.
Xia Xingcheng buried his face on the pillow and did not move. He wasn't sobbing or shaking all over, he was just breathing heavily, brewing emotions in the darkness and suffocation.
Yang Youming kept stroking his waist until he noticed that he hadn't moved for a long time. He approached his ear, rubbed the back of his neck with his fingers, and asked him, "Fang Jianyuan?"
Xia Xingcheng did not respond.
Yang Youming's voice became softer, "Xiaoyuan?"
Xia Xingcheng's shoulders twitched.
Yang Youming then used some strength, holding his shoulders and turning him around, seeing that his eyes were red and the corners of his eyes were wet.
Xia Xingcheng turned his face away and refused to look at him.
Yang Youming sat on the edge of the bed, lifted him up and let him sit in his arms, rubbed his thumb over the corner of his eye, and said, "What's there to cry about, stupid or not?"
Xia Xingcheng looked in the direction of the window with red eyes.
Yang Youming put his arms around his shoulders to make him change into a comfortable position, and said, "I won't go to work tomorrow, do you want to swim? Shall we go swimming?"
Xia Xingcheng did not answer.
Yang Youming said to himself, "I've run out of swimming trunks. I'm going to buy a new one at night. Do you want it? Let's go buy it together at night."
Xia Xingcheng's voice was hoarse, "I'm not free."
Yang Youming laughed.
The play ends here.
He Zheng clapped his hands twice and shouted, "Okay! That's it, let's officially come and fight for one!"
Yang Youming stood up from the bed, patted Xia Xingcheng's shoulder, and said, "Come on."