Fu Mingyuan stood there for a while.

It didn't rain, it was sunny after the rain.

The warm light shone on him, dispelling the cold of early winter.

Seeing that he didn't move, the make-up artist ran over with the make-up case.

Du Jing shook the coat in his arms, still lamenting that other people are assistants doing this kind of work, but to him this is the manager.

Just after taking two steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and followed Fu Mingyuan's line of sight.

Then he staggered.

The person standing on the edge of the fence, outside the crowd, holding a mobile phone and waving at him is quite familiar.

It's just a hat on his head, a mask and an army green padded jacket.

Before Du Jingren could reach Fu Mingyuan's side, Fu Mingyuan moved.

The makeup artist who was still applying powder to him held up a powder puff with a dazed look on his face.

Why did you leave suddenly?

Du Jing hurriedly rushed over, covered him with the coat, and then dragged the makeup artist to the side to apologize.

After apologizing, he had to go to the director to ask for a leave of absence, wondering if one afternoon would be enough?

Right now everyone is busy preparing for the next scene, but no one pays special attention to them.

Shen Qi moved his shoulders.

It was uncomfortable to wear a mask all the time, and the hot breath fogged my eyes.

He watched as his brother frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and walked towards him step by step.

"How did you come here?" Fu Mingyuan walked quickly, and within a few steps, he arrived in front of Shen Qi.

He lowered his head slightly, and there was no emotion in his voice.

Shen Qi blinked, wiped his eyelids with his palms, feeling a little itchy.

"Guess what, brother."

There was a smile in his tone, but also a little dull.

Fu Mingyuan reached out and rubbed his capped head.

The strength is very light and heavy.

As if suppressing something.

"Well, have you eaten yet?" Fu Mingyuan's voice suddenly became muffled, a little hoarse.

It was a long way from City A, and there was only a long-distance bus in the morning. He didn't know if the boy came here by that bus.

Shen Qi looked around, but no one noticed them.

He stretched out his hand and pulled Fu Mingyuan's sleeve, helped him to flatten the sleeve, then patted the ashes on the sleeve, leaned over and whispered: "I haven't eaten."

"But...brother, you look more delicious."

Fu Mingyuan wore this suit of clothes. Compared with the usual standard, it seemed that his shoulders were wider and his legs were longer. He had a straight nose and deep eyes. The belt around his waist outlined his waist.

Wide shoulders and narrow waist, perfect proportion.

These eight words popped up in Shen Qi's mind.

Instead of the original hunger in the stomach.

If it weren't for so many people now, he might not just talk about it.

Fu Mingyuan lowered his eyes, moved his fingertips, turned his body slightly, let the light lean on Shen Qi's body, and pressed the hat on his forehead with the fingertips of his right hand.

"Ah."

"wait for me a bit."

He turned and walked towards the director.

Du Jing was trying his best to communicate with the director about changing Fu Mingyuan's play. The director frowned, obviously not happy.

The director is originally a person who pursues perfection, and he must pursue perfection in every scene, otherwise he would not need to shoot for so long and work intensively.

At this moment, the leading actor suddenly said that he wanted to ask for leave, even if Fu Mingyuan's identity was there, he was not very happy.

Shen Qi continued to lean on the side, pulling his hat.

A villager who was standing not far from him just now came up and said, "Do you know a big star?"

Shen Qi responded and nodded: "My brother, is he handsome?"

The lips hidden under the mask are a little dry.

Why is there so many people, he can only see his brother alone.

The villager nodded: "Handsome, my sister wants to see him every day."

"He lives in the room behind my house. My sister wanted to take a peek last night, but he didn't come back in the middle of the night."

The villagers nodded as they spoke.

Not to mention his sister, he wants to go and see.

Shen Qi turned his head and glanced at him.

Slightly squinting his eyes, the sun is still a bit dazzling.

He snorted, and the sound was so soft that the villagers couldn't hear it clearly.

Just when he was about to say something more, Fu Mingyuan came towards them.

Shen Qi touched his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and pulled off his hat, revealing all his eyebrows and eyes.

The villagers were stunned for a while.

Come on, why are all of them so pretty?

Fu Mingyuan seemed to be aware of the villagers' gaze, and when he turned around, his gaze skipped over him, feeling a little displeased.

The villagers felt a cool breeze behind them.

It may be because of the cold weather.

……

There was no one on the way back to the house, and most of the villagers were busy at this time.

Shen Qi followed behind Fu Mingyuan, stepping on his shadow slowly.

Fu Mingyuan stopped suddenly.

He stood in the middle of the road, staring at Shen Qi.

The eyes are focused and restrained.

Shen Qi chuckled, put his hat on Fu Mingyuan's head, and put his cheek on his shoulder.

"There's no one here, brother."

Fu Mingyuan froze for a moment, "Well, no."

Shen Qi snorted, then tugged at the hem of his clothes again, and stretched in from the hem, his cold hands pressed against his warm, firm waist.

"Don't move." Fu Mingyuan frowned slightly, wrapped his wrist with one hand and pulled it out, and then he didn't let go at all.

Wrapping his wrist all the time, he went back to the house.

When passing by the front room, Shen Qi's gaze stayed for a while, and then he grabbed Fu Mingyuan's arm, leaned on him with all his strength, and said slowly: "Just now that little brother told me that his sister came to peek at you .”

He licked his lips, his eyes fell on Fu Mingyuan's jaw, which was stained with dirt, he raised his hand that was not being held, and wiped it with his fingertips.

The soil did not come down, but a layer of powder was rubbed on.

Shen Qi laughed out loud.

The puff is also thick enough.

Even the dirt is painted on, which is real enough.

Fu Mingyuan paused, and after a few seconds: "Little brother?"

He frowned, with doubt in his voice.

The hand around Shen Qi's wrist changed to hold his entire hand, and the steps he took suddenly became much bigger.

The house Fu Mingyuan lives in is not big, it is borrowed from the villagers, and there is only one outer room and bedroom.

The outside room is a stove and a table for eating, which is very clean.

There was only a narrow bed in the bedroom, which was just long enough to accommodate Fu Mingyuan. It was a hard bed with two layers of quilts.

The covers were neatly folded and placed at the end of the bed.

Shen Qi couldn't help kicking the quilt at the end of the bed with his toes.

With no strength in his legs, he felt like a fish out of water, and could only keep flapping his tail.

Warm palms were attached to the abdomen, and there was no gap between breathing.

The large padded jacket was used as a mattress, one hand grabbed the edge of the pillow, and the other hand grabbed Fu Mingyuan's skirt, creating a deep wrinkle.

He raised his head, closed his eyes, his lips and tongue were entangled, not an inch was spared.

Fu Mingyuan has been watching him.

I dug my fingertips into his hair and rubbed it lightly.

After a while, he calmed down his breathing, helped Shen Qi pull down the sweater, wiped away the water stains from his lips, lowered his head again, and kissed his eyelids.

The eyelids trembled a little bit.

Shen Qi's breathing was short of breath.

It is really impossible to slow down.

As soon as he entered the house, the door was locked.

Before he could react, he was dragged by his wrist and lay down on the bed.

Fu Mingyuan's fingertips brushed his eyebrows again: "Sorry."

His voice was much lower than usual, and his breathing was obviously disordered: "I'll get you something to eat."

He kissed Shen Qi's red lips again.

Shen Qi half covered his eyes, the curtains in the room were drawn, so he couldn't see the light outside.

Gee, lost.

He was the one who said my brother was delicious.

Why doesn't it feel right now.

Although the taste is quite good, his waist may not be able to take it a few times.

The pinched waist and legs are weak.

He kicked the quilt again.

Lips are still numb.

……

Fu Mingyuan cooked two dishes for Shen Qi, both from the villagers' own fields.

Fried a bowl of egg fried rice.

Shen Qi was really hungry and also really tired.

I woke up early in the morning, but I was actually half asleep and half awake in the car, and my neck hurt from sleeping.

After dinner, he dozed off in Fu Mingyuan's arms.

Fu Mingyuan patted him on the back.

"When did you get up?" He kissed Shen Qi's hair and asked.

Shen Qi yawned, grabbed the person with his hands and feet together, and arched him a few times with his hands.

The bed was really not big enough, and the two of them could only hug each other tightly to sleep.

"It's past four o'clock." He was really sleepy, and his voice was much lower.

"The alarm clock rang a dozen times before I got up."

Fu Mingyuan tilted his head to look at his side face, and responded softly.

"It's so hard to see you once, brother." Shen Qi murmured again: "The last time I woke up so early was during a competition."

"The road here is also difficult."

"The tricycle is too bumpy."

He had never sat on such a bumpy ride before, and his butt was hurting.

Fu Mingyuan listened to his complaints, heard his voice getting weaker and weaker, and the strength of patting him on the back became weaker and weaker.

He waited until it was confirmed that the person was asleep before stopping.

It was still light outside.

Fu Mingyuan got out of bed when he was sound asleep, and helped him tuck the quilt.

After going out, Du Jing, who was sitting at the door of the house next door drinking a bowl of glutinous rice balls with rice wine, quickly put down the bowl.

"Asleep?" He really didn't expect that Shen Qi came over without saying a word.

Fu Mingyuan nodded.

He is not tired at all now, and he is in good spirits.

"How many days? Two days? Three days?"

"I didn't ask." Fu Mingyuan's eyes fell on the window, and he couldn't see anything in the room.

Du Jing lowered his voice: "There are so many people here, anyway, you two should restrain yourself, and you will be photographed..."

He remembered the reaction of the fans when the two were photographed before, and suddenly felt that he was choked by the sweet and greasy smell of wine.

Fu Mingyuan didn't answer him.

"Actually, you don't need to agree to make his next movie just for two days off."

Du Jing shook his head.

The director of "Tomorrow" is a director who likes to shoot fringe themes. In the past few years, no film has passed the review, but as long as it can pass the review, it will definitely win an award.

"Tomorrow" is one that can pass the trial.

Fu Mingyuan's eyes were heavy, but he still didn't say anything.

Du Jing: ...

Okay, this is a foolish king who was properly placed in ancient times.

The two were standing at the door silently, when Ji Yin and her assistant ran over holding umbrellas.

Du Jing now has a headache whenever he sees Ji Yin.

Flow Xiaohua is so studious, whenever she has a problem, she will come to Brother Fu.

If it wasn't for this little girl looking at Brother Fu in the same way as looking at an elder, he might have thought it wrong.

Du Jing took a look into the room, maybe the guy inside just saw the photo and came here in such a hurry because he was jealous.

Du Jing sighed, and decided to continue staring at Weibo hot searches.

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