Golden House Cangjiao

Director Li said angrily, "Have you forgotten your lines again?"

Duan Cheng didn't respond immediately, he glanced at Director Li, and his eyes slowly fell to Zhu Sheng's face.After a long time, Duan Cheng lazily said: "I can't help it."

"Pooh."

Director Li made a pause gesture, indicating to the crew on the set to take a break first. He first played back the shot himself, pinched his chin and thought about it for a long time, and then asked Zhu Sheng to watch it with him.Director Li asked Zhu Sheng: "What do you think of this passage?"

"...too indifferent."

Zhu Sheng thought about it for a while, then said softly: "It's not that Ji Qiu Falcon really hates Nai Tao."

Director Li asked in surprise: "Have you read "The Eighth Love Letter" in advance?"

Zhu Sheng shook his head, "I just know the general plot."

Director Li casually picked up his densely annotated script and gave it to Zhu Sheng, "Let's go through it roughly. You only have five shots. I asked the scriptwriter to simplify the lines for you. Basically, it is a beautiful vase character. Today you stay in the crew first to get used to the environment, and take a look at how other people are filming, come later and have a try."

Zhu Sheng nodded.

Director Li and Duan Cheng discussed how to present this scene together, and Zhu Sheng sat down by himself and read the script quietly.

"The Eighth Love Letter" does not have an overly complicated plot, and its theme is about possession and loss.At the beginning of the story, Nai Tao, who suffered from hemophilia, jumped off the building and died, while Ji Qiuzhen was absent from his funeral. This indifferent boy fell into the abyss since then.Ji Qiuxuan didn't want to forget any details about Nai Tao, he forced himself to meet people related to Nai Tao, repeatedly read Nai Tao's favorite novels, and even wrote eight love letters for Nai Tao.Finally, one late night, Ji Qiu Falcon visited Nai Tao's home. He opened the novel Nai Tao kept next to his pillow and saw a note written by 15-year-old Nai Tao.

At the end of the story, Ji Qiusun came to the high-rise where Nai Tao committed suicide. He looked at the faint sky in the distance, and slowly closed his acting eyes.

This is an open ending.

Too many coincidences can only be deliberate.

Zhu Sheng stared at the last word, unable to recover for a long time, his white fingers caressed the English name "Ryan". Although the storyline was not exactly the same as theirs, Zhu Sheng was almost sure that Nai Tao was him and Ji Qiu Falcon was him. Xie Qingrang, "The Eighth Love Letter" is not only the story of Nai Tao's suicide, but also... everything Xie Qingrang experienced after his death.

"How did the director trick you into the crew?"

I don't know how long it took before Duan Cheng finished filming. He took the mineral water from his agent and walked over to Zhu Sheng, "Should I promise you that you will become popular overnight, or beg you to come here?" He said, Duan Cheng squinted his eyes and smiled, "Instead of trusting others, you might as well come to me directly, as long as you stir up a scandal, you will immediately become famous all over the world."

"And it can turn black."

Zhu Sheng lowered his head and did not speak.

Duan Cheng finally noticed his depression, raised his eyebrows and asked Zhu Sheng: "What's wrong?"

Zhu Sheng shook his head.

Seeing this, Duan Cheng leaned down, glanced at the script that Zhu Sheng was holding in his hand, and looked at the young man's face unhurriedly. A piece of charming, beautiful.Duan Cheng asked casually: "I was moved to tears? Huh?"

"I……"

Zhu Sheng's ending sound trembled slightly, and there was a bit of crying sound.

Duan Cheng snatched the script from Zhu Sheng's hand, called a staff member casually, asked for a pack of tissues, threw it into Zhu Sheng's arms, and said inexplicably, "You cry so much."

Zhu Sheng pursed his lips in embarrassment, "Thank you."

Duan Cheng glanced at him, then slowly spread out his palms, where there were a few candies, "Do you want to eat?"

Zhu Sheng raised his dark eyes.

"It's just a story." Duan Cheng said, half-closed his eyes, and peeled off the candy wrapper. He fed a candy grain into Zhu Sheng's mouth, touched his soft lips with his fingertips inadvertently, and then There was a hot and humid tongue passing by, like a dragonfly touching water, causing a slight itchiness.

Zhu Sheng frowned.

Duan Cheng said slowly, "Lemon flavor."

"……I did it on purpose."

He said.

After a while, Duan Cheng asked again: "Do you know why so many people confessed to me, but I'm still single?"

Zhu Sheng shook his head.

Duan Cheng shook the candy wrapper in his hand, and laughed mischievously, "Because someone was crying in front of me, and I didn't bother to comfort him, so I fed him a lemon-flavored candy to gag his mouth."

Zhu Sheng blinked and couldn't help laughing, "What if it can't be blocked?"

"It's okay... use something else to block it."

After Duan Cheng finished speaking meaningfully, he patted his face, "It's too ugly to cry." Then he took out another hand of candies from his pocket, picked out the strawberry flavored ones and handed them to Zhu Sheng, "It's yours. "

Zhu Sheng raised his face, his brows and eyes were still stained with water, his eyes were wet and affectionate, "Thank you..."

"Want to send me a good person card?"

Duan Cheng raised his brows lightly, he stared at Zhu Sheng, and said in a low voice: "I don't accept thanks and any kind of good card from Zhu Sheng."

Zhu Sheng whispered, "No."

Duan Cheng asked with a half-smile: "Then what do you want to say?"

Zhu Sheng said softly: "...you look good when you smile."

Duan Cheng's expression remained the same: "Handsome."

Zhu Sheng opened his eyes slightly.

Duan Cheng lowered his head suddenly, his dark pupils looked into Zhu Sheng's eyes, and soon after, he raised a hand and wiped away the tears on his thick eyelashes with his fingertips, then Duan Cheng said nonchalantly: " Is there anything else tonight? If you have nothing to do, come and have dinner with me. "

Zhu Sheng thought about it and nodded.

After catching up with today's progress, Director Li was waving to Zhu Sheng, ready to give him a lecture and dial a few words, but Duan Cheng put on the sunglasses on his hand, grabbed Zhu Sheng's shoulders, and led them forward.He didn't even turn his head, and said in a casual tone: "Go home early, wife and children, let's warm up the kang, Director Li, your Nai Tao is mine now, don't cry in the circle of friends again. Sooner or later your alopecia areata will become a wilderness, and you still have to name it." Daoist blames a certain actor."

Director Li was furious, "Get lost!"

Duan Cheng pushed Zhu Sheng into the car with a calm posture.

At this moment, the night was dark, and the downtown area was still noisy and bustling. Zhu Sheng tilted his head and looked out of the car window. Duan Cheng glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and then asked Zhu Sheng what he wanted to eat while driving. Zhu Sheng said it was fine, Duan Cheng thought. After a while, he finally took Zhu Sheng to the night market near his apartment.

Zhu Sheng asked uncertainly, "Here?"

Duan Cheng raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Don't like it?"

Zhu Sheng said hesitantly, "It will be very troublesome for you to be recognized."

Duan Cheng put on the sunglasses again, leaving only a straight bridge of nose and beautifully shaped thin lips, showing that he didn't take Zhu Sheng's worries to heart.He didn't care too much and said: "If you are recognized, you can stir up a scandal by the way, save the promotional expenses of "The Eighth Love Letter", and Director Li's alopecia areata will probably heal without treatment."

After speaking, he motioned Zhu Sheng to get out of the car with his eyes.

There were a lot of people in the night market, and the crowd was crowded. Zhu Sheng followed closely behind Duan Cheng at first. After being pushed and shoved several times inexplicably, he finally raised his hand to grab Duan Cheng's clothes, but Duan Cheng pinched Zhu Sheng first. wrist, and then took advantage of the situation to take the person into his arms.He put one hand on Zhu Sheng's shoulder casually, and pointed the other hand to the stall owner to ask for something. Duan Cheng asked Zhu Sheng with a half-smile, "Why are you like a rabbit?"

Zhu Sheng looked at him, and said with imperceptible grievances in his tone, "I didn't."

Duan Cheng just hugged him tighter.

He bought two bottles of orange soda, and after shaking, the bubbles surged violently upwards. Zhu Sheng subconsciously hid in Duan Cheng's arms.Zhu Sheng just took a bite of the strawberry glutinous rice dumpling that Duan Cheng sent over, and Duan Cheng bought him pudding. The lights in the night market were dim and blurry, and the man always had a cynical smile, and the hand that was stretched out to Zhu Sheng was graceful and graceful. Long and thin, with well-defined joints.

In the end, Duan Cheng took Zhu Sheng to his apartment, where there was a roof garden he built himself.

Duan Cheng raised his chin facing the bare vines, and said expressionlessly, "...Duan Twelve scratched it."

Zhu Sheng asked with a smile: "Did it lose weight successfully?"

Duan Cheng reached into his pocket with one hand, but he couldn't touch the cigarette. There was only candy in his pocket. He said "hmm" to Zhu Sheng, took out one at random, and tore off the candy wrapper.

Zhu Sheng asked curiously again: "Do you like sweets?"

Duan Cheng said casually, "I'm quitting smoking."

"You smoke too?"

Duan Cheng lowered his eyes and smiled, "I look like a non-smoker?"

Zhu Sheng blinked, "I thought...it's just that I haven't seen you smoking."

Duan Cheng's tone was very light, "I used to smoke too much, and the doctor told me to quit."

Zhu Sheng didn't ask any further questions, "No wonder Mr. Duan always packs so much sugar."

Duan Cheng was noncommittal, and didn't seem to want to mention his smoking cessation, but said to Zhu Sheng: "Since you are also on the set, from now on you will only have lemon and passion fruit flavors."

Zhu Sheng held his chin, tilted his head and smiled brightly, and said coquettishly, "No wonder Mr. Duan is still single."