Zhang Dengjie Cai

Zhang Anran brought Qi Ping back to his room, and besides people, Qi Ping also brought a bunch of work.Seeing that he was still working overtime, Zhang Anran asked him if he was hungry. After getting an affirmative answer, he cooked a plate of fried rice with eggs.

Reunited after a long absence, with a gentle carnival, Qi Ping was so tormented that he couldn't cry out, his hair was sticking to his scalp, wet, and he almost fell into a coma.Zhang Anran got out of bed, the recent exercise made his muscles thicker, as if they had been coated with delicious honey.He rummaged through the bathroom, but couldn't find a washbasin, so he had to soak a towel in warm water, walked quietly a few more times, helped Qiping clean his body, raised the quilt again, and covered it properly.

Zhang Anran remembered a long time ago, when he had just won his first leading actor film award, he attended the reception after the awards, even though he didn't drink much, he stayed in the venue for three full hours.

Big Liu Xu naggingly told him not to lose his temper, not to make troubles, and to communicate as much as possible. He listened patiently and reluctantly endured it, because he seemed to get along better, and kept taking pictures and taking pictures with others to toast and smirk.He likes to act, he likes to sing, he likes to be with his fans, but he doesn't like socializing, even if it brings him what he wants.

Before the big group photo, his patience finally reached its limit, so he slipped out quietly. He was wearing a long windbreaker, and behind him was the noisy Vanity Fair. A circle of mobile phones, walking along the road in the evening wind, lonely and happy.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, and quietly followed a car behind him. He stopped, saw the familiar license plate number, and the car also stopped. The window slid down to reveal his flat black and white hair.

"It's late, are you going home?" Qi Ping raised his head slightly, with his hands on the steering wheel, looking relaxed and at ease.

The wind blew through Zhang Anran's hair, and under the dim light, his shadow was slender and illusory. For a moment, Qi Ping wanted to reach out and grab him.

Fortunately, Zhang Anran didn't hesitate, and nodded directly. He walked around the front of the car, opened the door, stepped into the co-driver with his long legs, and fastened his seat belt before Qi Ping helped.

Qi Ping wanted to move the window up, but Zhang Anran said, "Open the window, I want to go for a drive."

"it is good."

The evening wind was gentle and clear, blowing away the slight smell of alcohol on his cheeks, Zhang Anran lowered his head and checked Weibo, looking indifferent and alienated.

Qi Ping only glanced at it, but he didn't dare to look at it, he was afraid of falling into the nightmare of his previous life.

But when the car drove into the garage, Zhang Anran took off his seat belt, got out of the car neatly, and then stepped to the flush door.

As soon as Qi Ping got out of the car, he was picked up by Zhang Anran. He instinctively struggled, but Zhang Anran slapped his ass.

Without saying a word, Zhang Anran carried him directly upstairs, and threw him onto the bed again. The almost forced love made Qi Ping cry and scream, but he comfortably wrapped around Zhang Anran's body tightly.

Those small alienation and inexplicable panic all disappeared quietly.

Zhang Anran wasn't sure why he did that. He insisted that it might be his instinct. When he took off his seat belt, he saw a trace of panic in Qi Ping's eyes. He seemed to be afraid, although he couldn't find it. give reason.

Fortunately, he did nothing wrong, Zhang Anran kissed the tears in the corners of Qi Ping's eyes, he thought, he knew a little hobby of Qi Ping.

The life in the small town is very comfortable, and the movie has officially started shooting. Because the plot is kept secret, there is no grand opening ceremony like in China.

Zhang Anran's working hours are eight hours a day. Due to the local labor law, if an extra hour of overtime is worked, the salary of the day will be doubled.But with the different needs of the plot shooting, the working hours are also slightly different.

For example, if you go to work at night today, you will have a lot of time to kill during the day.Zhang Anran held Qiping's hand while shopping, and after walking for a while, he found that his hand was shaking slightly. He bent down, bit Qiping's ear, and asked him: "Are you afraid?"

Contrary to Zhang Anran's expectations, Qi Ping nodded and said frankly, "I'm afraid."

Zhang Anran touched Qiping's hair, he wanted to kiss him, but when he approached, Qiping seemed to be more afraid, so he stopped moving, stood where he was, and even let go of Qiping's hand hand.

There was a little distance between them, and they walked for a while, and bought a few things. The two of them were actually very close, but there was a deviation of more than ten centimeters, which was not considered close.

Zhang Anran walked for a while, and then heard Qi Ping calling him: "Of course."

He stopped in his tracks, and suddenly felt a warm touch on his face. He opened his eyes slightly, only to realize that it was Qi Ping who took the initiative to kiss him.

In a strange yet familiar town, under the warm sunshine, in the middle of the road, Qi Ping took that step and kissed his lover.

His lover grabbed the back of his head and returned a deep and passionate kiss, and after that, all the way, their entangled hands did not let go, they held tightly.

The play at night was a bar scene, and the crew also chose a scene in a bar in a small town. Apart from professional actors, most of the actors were residents of the small town.The character played by Zhang Anran is named Li Xiao. His sister married to the town, so Li Xiao followed her sister to the town and adapted well.

Li Xiao was a bartender in China. When he arrived in the small town, besides the bartender, he occasionally played a cameo role as a dancer—the kind who would take off his half-naked body when dancing happily.

The director is French, and he was worried about the scene at first, but Zhang Anran picked a random dance, which quickly reassured him. After a few rehearsals, he was completely relieved.

The drinkers in the audience waved champagne and banknotes, and Li Xiao on the stage danced sexy and powerfully. A beautiful girl couldn't resist stepping up to the stage, wanting to kiss his cheek, but Li Xiao blocked it with his hand.

His smile is gentlemanly and charming, but with a slight alienation, he said: "I'm not single."

Some girls intimately expressed that they didn't mind, but they didn't get any response from Li Xiao.

The girls said angrily: "Hisself-control, reserve and loofness were real most in human."

Li Xiao didn't care at all. He got off the stage and started mixing drinks. He was not the only bartender in the bar, but he made the best drinks and the most expensive ones.

The drinkers tried to get close to him because of his beauty, but they would stop because of the lack of money. He mixed a few glasses of wine with regular customers, and when he looked up, he saw a strange oriental man—he had black and white hair, and a lot of hair. Thick earlobes, he said: "I'm flush."

"Qi, Ping?" Li Xiao didn't speak Chinese for a long time, and it was only when he pronounced that his accent was a bit rusty.

Qi Ping nodded slightly, and the people behind him tacitly brought up the box, opened the box and showed it in front of Li Xiao, and there were neat banknotes inside.

Qi Ping straightened his lips, and he said, "Help me mix a glass of wine, these are all yours."

"Too many." Li Xiao hesitated for a moment, "The most expensive one only costs a thousand dollars."

"Billionaire's Row Cocktail?"

"Martinion the Rock."

"Great price."

"This is not the Blue Bar, and there is no way to help you order a song you like, or send a photographer to follow along."

"I just want to drink a glass of wine, and the extra is your tip."

Qi Ping spoke calmly, and Li Xiao also insisted on his own opinion, saying: "Two thousand dollars, no more."

"it is good."

"Cut—perfect!"

Li Xiao put down his sleeves, and when he looked up again, he had already turned into Zhang Anran.

Zhang Anran stretched out his hands to pinch Qiping's face, and asked him, "Come here without telling me?"

"With this role in the script, it was difficult to find the right actor."

"You're an investor again."

"Correct."

Although it was unexpected, it was also unexpected, and Qi Ping's aura is enough, and he simply acted in his true colors, with a good sense of drama.

Zhang Anran returned to the director's side, watched the replay just now, and also found the tension between Qi Ping and "Li Xiao" very interesting.