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"Brother Wang Ping, are you not feeling well?"

Ji Zou saw that Wang Ping didn't move, and walked towards him worriedly.

"Ah? No." Wang Ping was a little flustered, picked up the snacks he was carrying, and held them in his arms.

Wang Ping swallowed his saliva, looked at the packing bag in Ji Zou's hand, and said indiscriminately: "I... just want to say, thank you!"

"you are welcome."

As Ji Zou said, he took a step forward,

"Why are you avoiding me today?" Ji Zuo asked, "I did something wrong, are you angry?"

Not angry, but it doesn't have to be that close—

The face that the mask paper was attached to became even hotter, and Wang Ping's breathing became more rapid without realizing it.

Wang Ping was not angry, but ashamed, really ashamed!

The main reason is that I am ashamed and knocked out a lot of red on my collarbone.

The heartbeat quickened and became very fast, of course, and of course it was also because of shame.

Wang Ping looked at Ji Zuo's face getting closer and closer, and didn't know where to put his eyes. His junior had red lips, white teeth, and fine eyelashes. He was really beautiful everywhere.

Don't come any closer! !

Wang Ping's knees were weak, his head was steaming, and he had no momentum to speak.

"I... I'm not angry." Wang Ping said weakly, "I didn't avoid you either."

"You really didn't avoid me?"

While Ji Zuo was talking, he took another step forward.

The next moment, Wang Ping felt that Ji Zuo had already stuck to him—if it wasn't for the plastic bag full of snacks in the middle!

Ji Zou and Wang Ping lowered their heads at the same time, looking at a large pile of snacks inside the plastic bag.

"This is……"

"It's barter!"

Wang Ping was dizzy, unable to control logic or language at all, he stuffed the plastic bag in his hand directly into Ji Zuo's arms.

"Take snacks in exchange for your meal."

Then, before Ji Zou could react, Wang Ping grabbed the pig's knuckle rice from Ji Zou's hand and ran into the room.

"Bangdang!!!"

Wang Ping slammed the door with his backhand. Regardless of the loud noise, he leaned against the door panel and gasped for breath.

Wang Ping panted for a long time, and the mask paper on his face suddenly fell from his face and floated lightly to the ground.

Only then did Wang Ping realize that his mask had been dry for a long time because of the high temperature.

Wang Ping stared at the mask paper on the ground in a daze.

After a while, he put the lunch box on the small table in the entrance, reached out and pushed it in, then picked up the mask paper without throwing it away, held it in a ball in the palm of his hand, took a few quick steps, and He threw himself on his bed.

Wang Ping rolled up the only pillow on the bed, hugged it tightly, and rolled from one end of the bed to the other end of the bed.

He doesn't know how to describe his mood! ! !

happy!Just happy! !

Wang Ping rolled around a few times, buried his head in the pillow, and was short of breath. After a while, he sat up.

The shadow of Wang Ping is reflected in the window showing the night scene——

It may be that the heating in the room was turned on too high, Wang Ping's face was flushed, and his eyes became bright because of the heat.

Wang Ping only sat for a few seconds, then jumped up, grabbed the pork knuckle rice bought by Ji Zuo and put it on the coffee table.

He carefully lifted the cover, took a picture, turned on the Butter Camera, added a filter to the picture, added a few little stars, and finally posted the meal on Weibo with the corners of his mouth curled up.

@turnon王平: [The pig’s knuckle rice outside the school was bought for me by the actor who drove for more than an hour after the show!I have, you don't! (Pig Knuckle Rice.JPG)]

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When Wang Ping tweeted, Ji Zuo was sitting on the sofa, eating potato chips from Wang Ping's bag of snacks.

The moment the phone turned on, Ji Zuo grabbed it almost immediately to take a look—then, he frowned and looked at the screen of the phone with a smile.

Ji Zou bowed his head and typed, and a moment later, a retweet appeared on Ji Zou's Weibo.

@actor Ji Zou: [Brother Wang Ping, actually those are two meals, mine is still in your bag, can I come to your room to eat? 】

@委走Not necessarily the only genuine wife: [? ? ? ? ? ? ?Is Xiu Enai so strange now? ? ? 】

@走马平生SZD: [Brother, have you seen the icon clearly? This is Weibo, not WeChat. 】

@嗑 嗑: [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ? ? ?Can you couple discuss this kind of thing in private? ? ? 】

@走马平生Hurry up and do: [You have dinner when the room is open? ? ? ?Don't be cowardly, fuck him! ! ! 】

Maybe it was to not give Ji Zou a chance to "not counsel", or it could be Wang Ping himself...hasn't decided how to face Ji Zou yet.

In short, Wang Ping did not open the door.

One minute after Ji Zou posted on Weibo, Wang Ping silently put the food at Ji Zou's door, then hid in the room cowardly, and notified the movie star via WeChat—the meal was here.

In the next few days, the two friends had no normal communication.

Fortunately, they didn't have any rivalry these days, they were all movies with Tang Lao, so this weird atmosphere continued without any influence.

On the last day, after they finished filming the scene where Yu Jun grabbed Ye Minghuai's shoulder, Tang Hongtu just untied the wire, and found Wang Ping next to him with a smile.

"Little friend Wang Ping." Tang Hongtu said, "Tomorrow is the one-on-one match between the two of us. I'm looking forward to it."

"I will take it seriously!" Wang Ping said immediately.

After Wang Ping finished speaking, he was suddenly taken aback.

I don't know what started, but facing Tang Hongtu, Wang Ping was not as nervous as before, or rather looking forward to it.

Of course he still wanted to be recognized by his seniors.

but……

Wang Ping turned his head, not knowing what he was looking for on the set—but immediately, the person he was looking for bumped into his eyes.

Ji Zuo was standing under a tree, when the wind blew by, blowing his costume and long hair; in this gust of wind, Ji Zuo looked at Wang Ping with gentle eyebrows and a smile.

Obviously it was just a normal smile.

But Wang Ping felt that his face covered by liquid foundation turned red again for some reason.

Wang Ping and Ji Zuo looked at each other for a while, and finally walked towards him.

"Hey, Ji Zou." Wang Ping stopped in front of Li Ji Zou, "Um... Tomorrow, will you come to see the play between me and Mr. Tang?"

Ji Gou nodded: "Of course."

"That's good." Wang Ping laughed, "I will definitely perform well, believe it or not?"

Although Wang Ping was smiling on the surface, he could feel the slight numbness of his fingertips - it was only when he was nervous that he felt this feeling.

I don't know when it started.

On this set, the person Wang Ping most wanted to be recognized had changed from Wu Guangji to Tang Hongtu to... Ji Zuo.

Ji Zuo was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Brother Wang Ping is in my heart, and he has always behaved very well."

Ji Zuo stretched out his hand, placed it on top of Wang Ping's head, and stroked it gently; the strength of Ji Zuo's fingertips was very comfortable, and Wang Ping lowered his head, allowing Ji Zuo to rub gently.

There was a small patch of powder on the part of his neck where the foundation was not covered, revealing his true emotions.

·

To show Ji Zou his own performance, Wang Ping must go all out.

Fortunately, this scene is a night scene, so there is a whole day for Wang Ping to practice.

Wang Ping didn't sleep well last night, and today he practiced all day again. When he arrived on the set, he fell asleep as expected.

Wang Ping had already prepared a magic weapon to deal with this matter, and he confidently reached out to his assistant: "Americano!"

"What American coffee do you want? Are you not afraid of hardship?" Ji walked to Wang Ping's side, grabbed the coffee that the assistant was going to bring to Wang Ping, replaced it with a cup in his hand, and handed it to Wang Ping.

"Vanilla latte." Ji Zuo said, "Twice the sugar, twice the milk."

That is not the same as drinking sugar and milk.

Wang Ping hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "I want to refresh myself."

"It's the same." Ji Zuo insisted, "I've calculated the ratio of □□, I guarantee that after you drink this, you can still act energetically."

"Is there such a good thing?"

Wang Ping was really afraid of suffering. When he was a child, he took too much bitter medicine and ptsd in the hospital. Since Ji Zuo said so, he took it and drank it all in one gulp.

After finishing the drink, Wang Ping didn't throw the trash to the actor as before, but threw it to the assistant behind him.

"Ji Zou." Wang Ping took off his heavy down jacket, revealing a flowing suit, his gaze sharpened, "Look at me, I must be doing well."

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping and smiled: "Okay, I'll look at you."

Wang Ping nodded and walked towards the lake.

Tonight, there is a circle of lighting equipment around the lakeside, and the equipment lights up to simulate moonlight, which is soft and cold.

At that time, Xiao Cundeng had already fallen asleep, and Ye Minghuai walked to the lake while he was asleep.

The wind was rustling, the vegetation was shaking, and by the lakeside, Yu Jun stood with his hands behind his back.

"Master!"

Ye Minghuai became excited the moment he saw Yu Jun. He ran towards Yu Jun in two or three steps. Before Yu Jun turned around, he knelt heavily on the cobblestone ground.

Ye Minghuai had tears in his eyes, and he was not afraid of pain, so he knocked his head on the cobblestone and slammed his head three times.

Then, no words and tears flowed first.

"Master." Ye Minghuai's shoulders trembled, "It's the disciple's unfilial piety that made Master fall into such an unfaithful and unrighteous situation."

"Get up, get up!" Seeing Ye Minghuai like this, Yu Jun was heartbroken.

Yu Jun stepped forward quickly, grabbed Ye Minghuai's arm, and was about to pull him up; but Ye Minghuai refused at all, and he knelt down on the ground with all his strength.

Ye Minghuai sadly said: "This disciple is already unfilial, Master, you should punish him to kneel, and this disciple is willing to accept it."

Yu Jun stared at Ye Minghuai for a long time, closed his eyes, his eyelids trembled, and after a while, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Yu Jun knelt beside Ye Minghuai, stretched out his hand to protect Ye Minghuai into his arms, and patted him on the back—in just a few seconds, Yu Jun seemed to be ten years older.

"Ming Huai, Ming Huai—Master loves you, loves you and Cun Deng..." Yu Jun's lips trembled, "You are all good children, but there is no balance between good and evil, and Master can't protect you..."

"You are a good boy." Yu Jun stroked Ye Minghuai's temples, "Walking in the rivers and lakes, I don't look at the level of martial arts, but look at your heart—you and Cundeng are both pure and kind, and the master did not teach you in vain."

After Yu Jun finished speaking, he sighed again. When he spoke again, his voice was trembling and hoarse: "But the road ahead is difficult, difficult..."

Yu Jun's heart ached unbearably -- in his arms, there was another child whom he had raised for 18 years.

He watched them grow up with his own eyes, and watched them fight and fight. He knows how good and chivalrous Ye Minghuai and Xiao Cundeng are than anyone else in the world.

But now, he couldn't even protect the two children.

Yu Jun couldn't speak, couldn't shed tears, all his grief and indignation melted into the trembling when he touched Ye Minghuai's temples.

But the next moment, Ye Minghuai stretched out his hand and embraced Master instead.

Ye Minghuai patted Yu Jun on the back, let go of him, and knelt back with his back straight and his eyes clear.

"Master." Ye Ming clasped his fists in his arms, "I'm not afraid of difficult walks, no matter how difficult the road is, I can walk with Junior Brother Cundeng."

"Okay—well said!" Yu Jun sighed, "When you are together, no matter how difficult the road is, you will go on."

After Yu Jun finished speaking, he touched his skirt, took out an oiled paper package, and handed it to Ye Minghuai: "Here, take it and take care of your junior brother."

Ye Minghuai took the package from Yu Jun, opened it, and found a person inside.A leather mask—on the mask, his own face.

Ye Minghuai looked at Yu Jun in shock.

"If there is such a day." Yu Jun said, "you will hide your identities and put on masks to live—you are Ye Yunkai's son, and no one will treat you like that."

"Master... I can only protect you so far."

Having said that, it really parted ways.

Yu Jun let go of Ye Minghuai's hand, turned around, and stood by the lake with his hands behind his back again. He stared into the distance like a statue. Except for the only tear in the corner of his eye, he had no emotions, no likes and dislikes, and nothing to see...

The one who came tonight.

Ye Minghuai looked at Yu Jun's back, put his head on the cobblestone for the last time, and kowtowed.

Ye Minghuai made a long kowtow.

“Cut”

Wu Guangji's ending was very soft, he seemed to be afraid of disturbing the two people who were still in the play.

The environment was extremely quiet, no staff spoke, and Wang Ping and Tang Hongtu knelt and stood, still in emotion.

Ji Zuo regained his composure, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with some surprise.

He looked to the side again, whether it was Wu Guangji, Zhang Denian, or even Tang Jialin—everyone was secretly wiping tears.

Everyone is involved in the film, so is the set so quiet?

Unknowingly, Brother Wang Ping...has really become better.

After a while, everyone on the set finally came out one after another.

Tang Hongtu regained consciousness a little earlier than Wang Ping. He walked up to Wang Ping, stretched out his hand to him, and pulled Wang Ping up.

"Little friend Wang Ping." There were tears on Tang Hongtu's face. Under the artificial moonlight, he smiled warmly but not harshly. It's in the play."

"I really want to cooperate with you more." Tang Hongtu said with emotion, "I really want to cooperate with you all the time..."

·

Wang Ping thought he would be very happy to receive such praise from Tang Hongtu.

However, Wang Ping's real first reaction was neither happiness nor joy, but turned his head subconsciously to look at Wu Guangji.

Wang Ping is looking for Ji Zuo.

He did not find Ji Zuo.

Under the director's canopy, only Wu Guangji and the assistant director looked at the monitor with smiles on their faces. Beside them, the third chair was empty. It should be Ji Zuo, but there was no one on it.

... people disappeared.

Did you go to the toilet?

Wang Ping walked to Wu Guangji, sat on Ji Zuo's chair, and waited patiently for a while.

To be honest, even if it was... it was time to come back, but no matter how long Wang Ping waited, he didn't wait for Ji Zuo who came back.

Instead, he waited for Wu Guangji's greeting.

"Why are you poking here and not removing your makeup?" Wu Guangji scolded with a smile, "Do you want to praise me?"

"I'm not--"

"Okay, okay, I'll satisfy you——Wang Ping is amazing, Wang Ping is the best, Wang Ping is the best actor I've ever seen."

Wang Ping: "..."

Recently, director Wu made people have to follow his way of thinking more and more diversified. Wang Ping was so ashamed of him that he went to the dressing room to remove his makeup.

Wang Ping changed his clothes, sat down, and asked the makeup artist: "Sister, have you seen Teacher Ji?"

Teacher Ji's three words can be said to be gnashing one's teeth.

"Ms. Ji?" The makeup artist removed the wig from his head and recalled, "Ah, didn't Mr. Ji leave by car in half an hour?"

The expression on Wang Ping's face was like riding a roller coaster - when he heard the word "Teacher Ji", he was a little looking forward to it, and then he collapsed instantly when he heard "Let's go by car".

it is good.

Really good!

After reading it, I couldn't wait to get in the car and leave-no praise, no praise, nothing!

What you are the best actor in my heart.

fraud!Actors are all liars with good acting skills!

The makeup artist didn't know that there were so many thoughts in the head in his hand, so she quickly removed the wig, pushed it under the water, and washed the head.

Then he made up the makeup on his forehead that had fallen off due to taking off the wig, and then removed the plastic sheeting.

"Okay." The makeup artist lowered her head and packed her tools.

"Okay?" Wang Ping looked at himself in the mirror with full eyeliner and lipstick, hesitating, "Don't you need to remove the makeup?"

"No need." The makeup artist shook the powder on the brush, "Ms. Ji said, just pick off the wig for you, don't you have activities at night?"

...Wang Ping hadn't heard of any activities.

But before Wang Ping had time to ask, he saw the door of the dressing room pushed open a small gap; Tang Jialin poked his head inside for a moment, then retracted his head out again.

"Tang Jialin!"

This person must know what Ji Zuo is doing, and he cannot be allowed to escape——

Wang Ping jumped up, and before he could reach the door, suddenly, he heard his phone ring.

Wang Ping grabbed the phone and opened the door, and Wang Ping stayed where he was.

Caller ID - Quarter away.

Wang Ping: "..."

After ringing for a while, Wang Ping picked up the phone.

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zuo's voice was as gentle as before, "Have you changed your clothes yet?"

"...It's changed."

"Okay." Ji Zuo smiled, "Now, do as I ask."

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"What kind of plane..."

While complaining, Wang Ping walked to the side of the road and looked for Tang Jialin's car as required - Ji Zuo's first request was to ride in Tang Jialin's car.

In fact, it's quite easy to find, the car that Ji Zou took Wang Ping to practice with Wia was parked on the side of the road, very conspicuous.

It's not that Ji Zuo drives, Wang Ping doesn't like to sit in the co-pilot.

Wang Ping opened the rear door, put on his seat belt, and couldn't help but ask, "What the hell is your boss doing?"

Tang Jialin glanced at Wang Ping in the rearview mirror, trembling: "Well, the boss said, if I say so, my job will be gone tomorrow."

"..."

Wang Ping had no choice but to let him go.

Moreover, sitting in Tang Jialin's car, after a while, Wang Ping really couldn't think about anything.

Tang Jialin's driving skills were more than ten thousand times worse than Ji Zuo's.

Same road, same car.

Ji Zou can drive it smoothly without spilling soup, and Tang Jialin can drive it like a potato machine in an amusement park, making Wang Ping's stomach jolt out.

After bouncing all the way for more than half an hour, Tang Jialin finally stopped his car.

Wang Ping was about to throw up, and when Tang Jialin asked him to get out of the car, he was still fainting.

Feeling dizzy, Wang Ping felt that he was hallucinating.

The hallucination was right in front of him, with a lantern hanging, and two huge wheels, it was... a carriage?

What an international joke, modern city, even if it is a barren mountain, where does the carriage come from.

"Next, the boss told you to change the carriage." Tang Jialin said.

"..."

It's really a carriage.

Wang Ping really didn't know what Ji Zuo was doing, but everyone was here - as the saying goes, everyone came, Wang Ping reluctantly said hello to the driver, and climbed into the carriage.

This carriage is quite luxurious.

The interior of the carriage, including the carpet, is soft, and the ancient style lamps that are lit inside are also carved with carved beams and painted pillars. A set of Hanfu, including a cloak, is hung against the wall of the carriage.

Wang Ping saw that there seemed to be a note flying on the cloak, so he took the note off and looked at it under the lamp.

It's Ji Zuo's handwriting: [Brother Wang Ping, please change into this suit]

"Is this some kind of ancient cosplay?"

The complaints are the ones to complain about, but Wang Ping still obeys Ji Zuo's arrangement and takes off the clothes.

Just as Wang Ping was about to change, he suddenly caught a glimpse of another piece of paper pasted on the window of the carriage.

[After you have changed your clothes, you can ask the coachman to go forward. Brother Wang Ping, remember to open the window to see the scenery outside. 】

This is too fantastical.

Wang Ping pinched his thigh to confirm that he was not dreaming, then he shook off his clothes and began to put them on one by one.

The cloak that Ji Zuo bought didn't know what material it was made of. Not only was it not cold after wearing it, it was even warmer than a down jacket.

After Wang Ping changed into Hanfu, he climbed to the door of the car and called the coachman to set off.

Amidst the sound of hooves, the carriage moved slowly.

Wang Ping pushed open the car window beside him and looked out the window—he still remembered that there were no lights at night in this small town belonging to the film and television base.

But now, posts and fishing lines are added to the outside of the car, and lanterns are tied.In the dark night, the lanterns rise and fall, and the carriage seems to be walking in a sea of ​​lights.

It was just along the road. Gradually, Wang Ping seemed to hear some music.

Wang Ping couldn't help but open the window a little wider. He heard the sound of horseshoes change and stepped on the bluestone road.

The carriage carried Wang Ping and drove into the long street of Wia where he and Ji Zuchu went to Sichuan and practiced several times.

At that time, every door on Changjie was tightly closed, and he and Ji Zuo were busy practicing Wia, so they didn't have time to open it to appreciate it.

But now, every door on the long street is open, and every house is packed with people, drinking and punching, or watching the moon and reciting poems.

The sound of silk and bamboo came from the street branch on the left, and Wang Ping could vaguely see dancing figures.

Before Wang Ping looked carefully, the sound of horseshoes suddenly stopped, and the wheels stopped, stopping outside a two-story building.

The building is decorated with lanterns and small strings of lights. Looking up, it is a scene of fiery trees and silver flowers. In such brilliance, Ji Zuo stood upright and waved to Wang Ping.

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zuo said, "Please come up."

In fact, it doesn't need to be said by Ji Zuo, Wang Ping has already rushed under the carriage quickly, then climbed up the stairs, and ran to Ji Zuo's side.

The two stood by the window of the building, both wearing Hanfu cloaks, standing side by side.

With the night wind blowing, Wang Ping's footsteps gradually slowed down. He looked in disbelief at the small base where all the lights were on at the same time——

Ji Zou not only turned on the lights, but also invited fish and dragon dancers and dancers to fill the corners of the base, as if a section was cut out of thin air from the prosperous Tang Dynasty and stuffed into this time and space.

In the poems written by the ancients, the line "the jade pot turns bright, and the fish and dragon dance overnight" seems to be concretized in front of Wang Ping suddenly.

"Here... how?" Wang Ping looked at Ji Zou in disbelief.

"I heard that this place will be demolished soon, and a small street for movies will be built." Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping with a smile on his face, "Before the demolition, I want to leave a deep memory in Wang Ping's heart .”

"Always remember our... secret base."

"Also, this is for you."

Wang Ping felt his hands freeze, first Ji Zuo's icy fingertips pulled up his palm, and then a cooler small pot was stuffed into his palm.

Wang Ping looked down at his palm.

The small pot was only the size of a palm, and the tentacles felt cool. Under the light, it shone brightly—a small teapot made of jade.

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zuo covered the small pot with his palm and put it on Wang Ping's palm, "Sichuan stage, happy ending."

The author has something to say: Ji Zou, you are really romantic [nosebleed, thumb]