delicacies

"No." After the corners of his mouth twitched twice, he refused firmly.

Bian Wennan lowered his head and patted the ash on his body again, searching left and right to see if there was any dust that was missed, although he might have to go back the same way later, he said, "But if you don't know how, you can ask me, I teach you."

Li Chenghui looked at the way he was patting ashes on the spot, as if he was watching a lazy cat circling in the sun, chasing and biting its long tail.

Why is this guy so funny.

Li Chenghui's face was paralyzed, and his heart had already melted, although just looking at it from the outside, it was completely impossible to see the eagerness in his heart.

He glanced at the ashes on the hem of Bian Wennan's back, and said, "There's ashes over there that you haven't photographed."

Bian Wennan heard his words, lowered his head and searched for a while: "Where?"

Li Chenghui saw that his hands were patted back and forth but couldn't get to that place, so he simply got up and walked behind him, patted his waist down to his butt twice, and patted off the unsightly white dust on the black down jacket with his own hands.

Bian Wennan stopped patting his clothes when he walked to his side in two steps with long legs.

His deskmate probably grew up happy and ate too much, and he was very tall. Bian Wennan himself was already sitting in the second-to-last row of the class, but standing next to him was still more than half a head shorter.

The students sitting behind Li Chenghui told the teacher that they were always blocked from seeing. The head teacher probably made up his mind to let him be his deskmate, so when the seats were readjusted during the class meeting, they carried the two of them to the last row.

Looking up at people is not a good taste, Bian Wennan felt a strong sense of oppression, which is completely absent when he is sitting at the same table or lying down... So he still likes this person lying down He squinted to see himself.

Bian Wennan thought a lot in the blink of an eye, and felt a certain part being patted twice in the next second, and his whole body suddenly froze.

Li Chenghui held up the hand that patted his tablemate's buttocks, and looked at Bian Wennan who was looking at him for two seconds.

Li Chenghui: "..."

Bian Wennan: "..."

The atmosphere is very subtle.

"I'll help you clean it up." Li Chenghui said calmly with a cold face.

"Oh." Bian Wennan's face was stiff, his eyes were stiff, and he seemed to be trying his best to control his expression, but it was obviously unsuccessful.

Under such an inexplicable and weird atmosphere, Li Chenghui clearly felt that he had done nothing, and was also made hairy all over by the weird Bian Wennan.

"Dingling, ringing, ringing—" In the extreme silence, the sudden sound of the bell intervened.

Bian Wennan's complexion changed, and he raised his hand to glance at the watch under his sleeve, "It's [-]:[-]! Let's go!" He didn't care about the white ashes all over the ground, and wanted to jump on the ground, but the person next to him jumped neatly first When he got down, his movements were extremely smooth, as if he was walking on flat ground, without touching any dust.

Li Chenghui under the platform grabbed his arm with one hand and supported his thigh with the other, "Jump!"

Bian Wennan jumped forward subconsciously, the man's strength was so great that he almost lifted him into the air, and then landed lightly.

Seeing his somewhat startled expression, Li Chenghui smiled somehow, and this time the smile stayed on his face much longer.

Bian Wennan didn't have time to ask him why he was smirking, and took him to the stairs. Before taking a nap, the head teacher would come to the class to take a look. If they were found to be absent, they would suffer!

As a result, they ran into the front of the classroom that day and happened to bump into the head teacher, and were left in the corridor to say a few words.

after that……

This is just a very small part of the memory.

However, he and that person have already entered different paths in the torrent of time.

Lopsided.

Later, Bian Wennan recalled this period of time in his memory, and the only thing that was still fresh in his memory was the extraordinarily warm sunshine that was shining on his body while standing on the platform.

Arriving at the hotel booked by the crew, Bian Wennan found that his and Li Chenghui's rooms were arranged in the next two rooms.

He frowned.

It should not be his illusion.He always felt that Director Zhao had a subtle match for him and that person, not only because of the movie, but also for other reasons.

It was getting late, and Bian Wennan started to pack his luggage. When he opened the blanket stuffed outside that he touched first, he took it out and held it in his hand, staring blankly for a while.

Maybe it was really too tired, and I fell asleep in the cabin without knowing it.

When he was struggling to wake up, he realized that something had slipped from his body, and he subconsciously grabbed it.

What fell in his hand was a blanket.It wasn't his, he turned his head and glanced at the blanket folded on the side by the window,

When the blanket was pinched in his hands, there was still warmth from his body, and Bian Wennan's face was unconsciously a little dazed.

"Cheng Hui covered you when you fell asleep." Screenwriter Sun happened to turn his head to help Director Zhao, who was asleep, take the script from his palm and saw him, so he explained softly.

Bian Wennan subconsciously looked to the side, the seat was empty.His heart felt as if someone had trampled on it, and it was a mess. He mechanically folded the blanket in his hand and placed it on the empty seat.

He heard the sound of someone sitting next to him, and looked at the small porthole. It was dark outside the window, and the light in the cabin was relatively dim, but the faint light still reflected the profile of the person sitting next to him on the window. .

This face is so close at hand, so strange and familiar.

Bian Wennan closed his eyes.

Some pictures flashed in his mind, and then quickly disappeared, and the cold things settled down again in his overwhelming heart.

The filming location of their crew is the famous Snow City, which is especially cold in winter.

The movie "Coming Together" mainly talks about a serial murder case that happened on a snowy night.The captain of the criminal police, Wei Xingzhou, who was in charge of the case, and Ye Qing, who was inextricably involved in the case, got deeper and deeper in this case, and even became a target under the murderer's nose. The story of justice.

The two protagonists in the movie walked together three times in total, and the progressive climaxes are the emotional core of the movie and are extremely important.

Director Zhao has a problem with filming. He doesn't like to mess up the filming. He must follow the order of each scene.Unless it's a flashback or something.

One thing you don't have to worry about when filming under him is that basically there will be no such situation where two actors just start a scene and then come up with a kiss scene.

Li Chenghui felt a little regretful when he thought of this.

He took a sip from the thermos cup handed over by his assistant, let out a breath, and a white mist appeared in front of him, it was too cold.

His eyes searched and fell on the person not far away.The man was wrapped in two down jackets. He looked at the script and sneezed. The assistant next to him walked around him. Instead, he took off the bloated down jacket he was wearing and gave it to him. Only one black padded jacket.

Still too flimsy.Especially this person is particularly afraid of the cold, let alone winter, even in summer, even if he is blown by the air conditioner in the classroom, his face will turn pale, his limbs will be cold, and he will not be able to recover for a long time.

Li Chenghui looked at him and frowned.

He had discovered earlier that this person was much thinner than before, and he guessed that Bian Wennan deliberately controlled his weight for the role.

The role of "Ye Qing" is a little decrepit, silent, and even a little gloomy.So Bian Wennan probably adjusted his diet before joining the group, although after all the skeleton is there, he still looks much thinner than before.

"Young Ye Qing" is set to be much younger than Bian Wennan's age. He changed to a student-like hairstyle, with bangs on his forehead that are longer than his eyebrows. Fortunately, Bian Wennan's original appearance is very He has a youthful look, when he lowers his head, there is a silent and weak shadow of Ye Qing.

It can be said that it is quite different from his usual external appearance, or it can be said that he is a different person.

Li Chenghui knew that this was a play.

After reading the script, Director Zhao said that the first candidate for Ye Qing in his heart was Bian Wennan, because a person's story cannot be hidden from his eyes, no matter how normal he behaves, there will be occasional The moment when the scars are exposed.This is exactly the feeling Ye Qing needs for this role.

Li Chenghui put down the thermos, and the stylist came to arrange his hairstyle and clothes. The moment he looked away from Bian Wennan, the overwhelming emotion in his eyes subsided.

His Anan is right here and won't run away.

He hasn't changed, he hasn't changed, he's just getting older.

His Anan was still the deskmate who was serious about drawing in the textbook, the boy who hesitantly climbed up the concrete platform and anxiously dusted himself, and the monitor he knew so well in his memory.

Li Chenghui said to himself, take it slow, don't worry.Come on schedule, don't scare him.He has been waiting for a long time, not short of this time.

Although a lot of the time between them was wasted because of those things, there are still many things that have not been wasted and are still queuing up behind, waiting for them to spend together.

As long as this person has not disappeared, he is still here, still in front of him.

Then there are infinite possibilities in the future.

……

"... "Coming Together" No.... action!"

……

Wei Xingzhou threw the basketball in his hand into the basket in front of him. Early in the morning, the basketball court in the community was empty and he was the only one.

It was extremely cold in the winter morning, but he was still sweating hotly in his short-sleeved sportswear.

He used to get up early in the morning and run three laps around the community, and then bring the basketball to this basketball court to play basketball alone for a while.

"Clap!"

Another goal is scored.

Wei Xingzhou fell from mid-air, the muscles in his arms were smooth and graceful, and he shot very handsomely.

He did it on purpose.

Because he found out that he had an extra audience a few days ago, this little audience was there at some point, silent, maybe a little timid, secretly hiding behind the wall and watching.

Wei Xingzhou always had the illusion that he had been watching in silence for a long time.

He waited for a long time, but the small audience didn't even have the idea to come up to him, and the curiosity in his heart finally got the upper hand.

When Wei Xingzhou took the next shot, he deliberately pushed the ball there with his wrist, and the ball bounced there.

The basketball ran over there and stopped in front of a pair of old sneakers. The owner of the sneakers took a small step back somewhat awkwardly.

He finally saw the boy's face clearly.He was extremely pale and somewhat thin.The most impressive thing is the pair of eyes hidden in the bangs, which are black like jade.

Wei Xingzhou smiled at him and said, "Hi, can you help me pick up the basketball at your feet?"

The author has something to say:

Ye Qing: Don't pick it up.

End.

I made a mistake yesterday, there should be three lines, and the one in the movie has to be added, but the proportion of the line in the movie is not much.

I have caught a cold for the past few days, and my throat hurts so bad, little angels remember to keep warm and be careful not to catch a cold~

Wenwen is really cold. Is there any little angel to send some warmth to the writer with cold hands and feet in the cold winter? Oh, woo.