There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

In the cool night, when Ou Zhiming lowered his head, he could see Ruocang's brows were furrowed, and he gave him a disgusted look.

It seems to feel that the Adam's apple is old and hard, and the taste of the mouth is not good.

Ou Zhiming, who has been stubborn for many years, is at the mercy of Ruo Cang.

He didn't dare to move at all.

Just now, it was only a side of the head, and the Adam's apple was bitten.

If it is stimulated to Ruo Cang again, he doesn't know where he will suffer.

Ou Zhiming has been with Ruo Cang for so long, and he has never thought about: What if something happened to Ruo Cang?

With the problem in front of him, Ou Zhiming repeated fragments of various Taoist scriptures.

However, he doesn't know how to use it at all!

Even after being attacked by Fang Zhongshan and witnessing Ruocang's various formations, Ou Zhiming is still an indomitable metaphysical insulator.

The dreams all disappeared with the talisman given by Ruo Cang. If it wasn't for the Taoist priest by his side, Ou Zhiming would be no different from an ordinary old cadre.

Veteran cadres encounter an unprecedented crisis in their lives.

He frowned and stared at Ruo Cang, predicting Ruo Cang's next move.

But Ruocang was also staring at him, with a pair of clear, innocent and simple eyes, full of Ou Zhiming's vicious expression.

Ruo Cang's appearance, silently staring at anyone, is enough to make the other party be bewitched by him and become soft-hearted.

Ou Zhiming's heart is not soft, he is trembling.

Fearless, Ou Zhiming silently looked away and said, "Shall we go back to the house?"

As soon as he spoke, Ruocang's palm came up again.

The cold touch covered the throat, even a fool should be aware of something wrong.

is talking.

Ruocang likes his Adam's apple rolling up and down when he talks.

The coolness coming from the skin made Ou Zhiming quite helpless, he even breathed lightly, fearing that Master Ruo would be dissatisfied.

Sure enough, Ou Zhiming's Adam's apple calmed down, and Ruocang's disgusted brow finally relaxed.

He chuckled lightly, like a child who got his wish, withdrew his cold hand, and just smiled at Ou Zhiming.

There was a bright light in his eyes in the night, and if he continued to look at it like this, he could break the heart of Ou Zhiming, a veteran cadre who had been pure and ascetic for hundreds of years, into scum.

Ou Zhiming didn't care about it, since he didn't answer Ruocang's question, he agreed by default.

Whether Ruo Cang leaves or not, he will drag him away.

So Ou Zhiming reached out and grabbed Ruocang's arm, ready to push him back to the house.

If the master is dissatisfied with his words, then it's okay to not speak but act, right?

However, just as his palm touched Ruo Cang's arm,

In the next second, Ruocang's icy cold palm grabbed it.

Just grabbing and grasping like this, Ruocang actually brought Ou Zhiming's finger to his mouth and licked it.

Ou Zhiming's whole body exploded from the warm feeling of licking his fingertips and the strong tactile impact, and his heart beat extremely fast.

Before he could withdraw his hand, Ruocang frowned slightly, and bit Ou Zhiming's finger.

The action of the teeth imprinting into the skin was quick and decisive, biting until Ou Zhiming's fingertips were wet and mixed with slight pain.

Ou Zhiming was about to resist, but Ruocang let go of his disgust, and finally frowned and complained: "It's not delicious."

Ou Zhiming:? ? ?

Ruocang taught Ou Zhiming to be "sensible".

He had cats as a child.

The little milk cat bites and bites with its fingers all day long, just wanting to eat.

Dare this big man possessed by Ruocang, who bites and licks, is looking for food? !

Ruo Cang, who was looking for food, found that Ou Zhiming was not tasty at all, so he immediately changed his ways and let him go.

He just looked at Ou Zhiming with a smile, and his eyes signaled: Is there anything to eat?delicious.

Ou Zhiming, who didn't dare to speak loudly, was full of fantasies in his heart. The living room and the refrigerator were full of late-night suppers that Ruocang stocked up, guaranteed to meet the taste of the boss.

He immediately took him home, rummaged through the box, and offered all the midnight snacks in Ruocang.

Dried pork, dried yellow peaches, and some skewers for the boss.

Fortunately, Ruo Cang was very satisfied with the duck neck left over from the cold dish during the day, so he ate it.

Even if the child eats carefully and attentively, it is no different from usual.

It also does not prevent Ou Zhiming, who has little experience, from concluding that he is an evil person.

It's not that there is a problem with the flow of lifelines, it's that his luck, Ruo Cang, has been affected!

The culprit, Ou Zhiming, is very self-conscious.

He has no choice, he is just an ordinary European emperor.

While Ruo Cang was concentrating on eating duck, he quickly took out Ruo Cang's mobile phone, quickly troubled Ruo Cang, who was eating supper, to offer his thumb, and successfully unlocked the screen lock of the phone.

As soon as the WeChat is opened, the profile picture of senior brother Ruoyao can be poked out.

Ou Zhiming didn't care whether the poverty alleviation cadres were busy or not, so he made a quick video call.

The senior brother has become like this, the senior brother will definitely be as shocked as he is worried!

"Hello? What are you doing?"

In the evening, the brother's tone was as bad as ever. It seemed that if Ruo Cang didn't explain the video call with a perfect reason, he wanted to wait on the door.

Ou Zhiming immediately pointed the camera at Ruocang.

The well-behaved Ruo Cang not only gnawed on the neck of the duck, but also stared at the phone and shouted: "Senior brother."

Zhongxie never forgot to say hello to his senior brother, only Ou Zhiming was shocked.

He had to sit on the coffee table far away from Ruo Cang, and patiently explained, "Just now we did the spell of life cycle circulation, but Ruo Cang became very strange, he didn't speak, but he gnawed and bit at me... ...seems to be hungry."

Originally, he wanted to say that Ruo Cang was possessed by an evil spirit.

But Ruo Cang would still call him Senior Brother even when he was chewing on the neck of a duck, which is obviously a clear consciousness.

Everything was so normal that Ou Zhiming even felt that Ruocang was teasing him.

The trust between people is gone in front of Ruo Cang Chi Chi Chi.

Ou Zhiming wasn't even angry that he disliked the taste of his food, but he was angry that Ruo Cang could still say hello to his senior while focusing on eating, so he didn't even explain a few words to him.

After listening to what Ou Zhiming said, the senior brother looked at Ruocang carefully.

The child ate more eagerly than usual, and completely lost the usual slowness.

"It should be fine."

The senior brother frowned and said in detail, "The technique of life pulse circulation originally consumes the caster's physical strength, and your luck is special, so it's normal to have a little influence on him. His five senses should become particularly sharp during this period. When the demand exceeds the peak, it will become as you said, not talkative, and act on instinct. After the demand is satisfied, he will naturally regain his consciousness. Look at how happy he is eating now."

Ou Zhiming raised his eyes, Ruocang really enjoyed eating.

A small expert at midnight snacks, every time you face snacks and hot instant noodles, there will be little bubbles of leisurely happiness in the fairy air all over your body.

Now, those feelings of happiness filled Ruo Cang's brows.

Fortunately, senior brother is not some devil after all.

He pondered for a moment, then said: "Well, I'll teach you a few methods, if Ruo Cang hasn't recovered after a few days, you can use them."

Online teaching by professional brothers.

Ou Zhiming turned the camera away from looking at Ruo Cang who was eating, and began to learn how to restrain Ruo Cang with his senior brother.

The senior brother said while Ou Zhiming read.

The Eight Great Divine Mantras combined with hand formulas are enough for Ou Zhiming to learn them well.

The strong aroma of wine in the room faded as Ou Zhiming recited the mantra, and the hand formula faded.

Ruocang's beautiful fragrance smelled from the tip of his nose gradually disappeared, causing the smell of stew on his hands to become dull.

He was indeed conscious, but the thoughts of hunger and thirst in his body overwhelmed all thoughts.

It was difficult for him to take his eyes off Ou Zhiming.

What he saw was Ou Zhiming's warm body, and what he smelled was Ou Zhiming's seductive fragrance. Even when Ou Zhiming spoke, his Adam's apple that trembled up and down was alluring a hundred times better than a duck's neck.

Ruo Cang finished his supper, and his cold palms warmed up, filling his stomach.

He couldn't help staring at Ou Zhiming in a daze, and subconsciously licked his lips, but his expression was melancholy and disappointed.

It's so pretty, why...it's not tasty...

He was watching too intently.

After finishing his study, Ou Zhiming raised his eyes and his face froze.

The feeling of Ruo Cang staring at him silently is no different from that of a tiger staring at him with gloomy eyes at night.

Ou Zhiming pinched his hands and asked tentatively, "Are you still hungry?"

Ruo Cang glanced at his standard gestures, shook his head, "I'm full."

The scent that haunted him dissipated, and Ruo Cang's thoughts gradually came back, looking at Ou Zhiming's luck.

The dark shading turned into gray-black shading, which is probably lighter than before, and can be completely ignored.

The Art of Lifeline Flow should be regarded as a failure.

Ruo Cang couldn't lift his energy lazily, he was attacked by Ou Zhiming's evil aura, just like being possessed by the evil aura on the mountain, his five senses were extremely sharp, and his consciousness could not completely control his body.

Whether it is behavior or language, all rely on instinct.

Instinctively feeling hungry, instinctively aware of the attraction of Ou Zhiming's body.

Instinctively want to say something to Ou Zhi.

However, as soon as Ou Zhiming spoke, Ruocang would lose his mind.

He stared at the delicate Adam's apple one meter away from him, feeling lost.

Such a silent Ruo Cang made Ou Zhiming stay alert.

Even if the boss says he's not hungry, he still has to do his duty and tell the boss: eat something that people eat.

Ou Zhiming reminded, "I ordered skewers."

Ruo Cang grabbed the pillow annoyed, and lay down on the sofa, "Don't eat."

He said he would not eat it, but when the skewers arrived, Ruo Cang was extremely honest.

Holding the bamboo stick, he glanced at Ou Zhiming, looking at it while eating, like a woman drinking wine.

A high-energy alarm sounded in Ou Zhiming's mind, and he always kept a safe distance from Ruo Cang.

He is not proud of his appearance.

He is anxious.

This world is really too scary.

A handsome person also has to worry about being eaten by the hungry Ruo Cang. Fortunately, Ruo Cang has a picky taste and thinks he is not good enough, so he is spared.

Until they said goodbye to each other and went to bed, Ou Zhiming didn't dare to carefully interview Ruo Cang's mental journey.

According to the senior brother, Ruo Cang, who was affected by various factors tonight, is a willful child at all.

Let him do whatever he wants.

Just get some sleep.

Do not care.

Ou Zhiming had never raised a child before, and it became very clear when Ruo Cang was converted into the milk cat he had raised——

Don't try to reason with cats!

Its claws and fangs make sense!

Ou Zhiming, who was heartbroken by the kitten, closed the door and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

He never thought that he could be so nervous when getting along with Ruo Cang.

The experience of more than 20 years of life has been challenged.

It was also thanks to him that he didn't suit Ruocang's taste that he survived the catastrophe.

Otherwise, cut meat to feed tigers, drink poison to quench thirst.

Ou Zhiming, who was lying on the bed, could recall Ruo Cang's eyes even when he closed his eyes.

Concentrate, clarify, reflect your own shadow.

Even though the Adam's apple did not leave a bite mark, Ou Zhiming somehow felt that the skin touched by his fingers was slightly cool.

He frowned, thinking a lot.

After a while, I remembered that Ruocang told him that he would be seriously ill if he was possessed by evil spirits on the mountain.

After a while, he thought of the magic hand formula taught by his senior brother, and said that he didn't need to worry about Ruocang these days.

……in spite of?

Ou Zhiming suddenly opened his eyes, how could he ignore Ruocang.

Usually, Ruo Cang is responsible for any crisis he encounters to the end.

At this time, if he listened to his senior brother and allowed Ruo Cang to have a high fever late at night and suffer from illness, he would definitely regret it.

He doesn't have the ability of a senior brother or a master.

As a person who can't judge the safety and danger from luck, Ou Zhiming can't sleep at all!

Ou Zhiming, who wanted to understand the key, quickly got off the bed and walked to Ruo Cang's room.

The two of them didn't interfere with each other, they lived on one side and the other on the right, passing through the long living room corridor, Ou Zhiming stood still in front of the door of Ruocang's room.

The lights were on, and there was still light.

Ou Zhiming raised his hand and knocked on the door, and asked, "Ruo Cang, are you feeling unwell, or do you want me to call Mr. Du?"

While eating skewers, Ruocang should have regained most of his consciousness.

If the lights in the room are not turned off, it means that you have not slept.

After Ou Zhiming finished asking, there was no response for a long time.

He had no choice but to keep knocking on the door, "Ruo Cang? Ruo Cang, if you're okay, please answer me, otherwise I'm worried about you—"

When he began to consider whether to break in, the hero saved the beauty.

The door suddenly opened.

Ruo Cang frowned, opened the door a crack, and stared at him warily.

It is no longer a scrutiny with a clear line of sight, nor is it the danger of ferocious beasts looking for food.

It's alert.

Ou Zhiming felt Ruocang's unpredictable changes all night.

Sure enough, the sequelae of the formation were too serious, and Ruo Cang had to spend time controlling his emotions.

Therefore, Ou Zhiming's tone was much gentler, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you alright?"

"Yes." Ruo Cang answered quickly.

Before Ou Zhiming could react, he stretched out his hand and grabbed him into the room.

The movements are neat and smooth.

Ou Zhiming's back hit the soft bed, and before he could turn over, Ruocang had already ruthlessly pushed him into the bed.

sleep together!

Ruo Cang's previous vigilance has turned into dependence.

Hugging Ou Zhiming again, the illusion that he was lost and missing something finally disappeared.

He put his arm around Ou Zhiming's neck, leaned over and rubbed it in satisfaction.

"You smell so good."

It doesn't taste good, but it smells good too.

Throwing oneself into one's arms and killing one's own self means what Ou Zhiming is like.

After complimenting his fragrance, Ruocang closed his eyes and began to sleep.

Ou Zhiming couldn't sleep at all.

The light in the room was not turned off, glaring at his dazed face.

If it wasn't for the lack of strength, he would definitely wake up Ruo Cang in his arms, and roar loudly: What's the matter with your Taoist priests in Tai'an Temple?Are the side effects of the failure of the method so weird and so changeable!

Ruo Cang has never failed in front of him.

Now, Ou Zhiming, who has personally become Ruocang's failed experiment, has become an innocent big pillow in the warm bed.

Ruo Cang's body is no longer ice-cold, but warm and ironed against his chest, his collarbone and his steady and long breathing.

Ou Zhiming began to miss the silent and serious Ruo Cang before.

Missing and missing, they just hugged each other and slept all night.

Early the next morning, Ou Zhiming was woken up by shaking.

The light in the room was still on, Ruo Cang sat up and frowned and asked, "Why are you on my bed?"

"..." Ou Zhiming was dizzy, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes tiredly, "You forced me."

Ruocang: ...

Seems to be.

Ruo Cang remembered.

When I was doing the practice last night, there was a sudden chill.

Ruo Cang is all too familiar with this feeling of being affected by evil spirits.

But what was unfamiliar to him was the strong fragrance.

A mere night is not enough for Ruocang to fully recover, his five senses are exceptionally sharp, and at any time, because of the faint scent around him, his thoughts will be distracted.

When he regained consciousness, he had already thrown himself on Ou Zhiming's neck, carefully smelling the faint aroma of wine.

And Ou Zhiming stared at him innocently, writing all over his face:

dare not move, dare not move.

... This is indeed the fact that he forced Ou Zhiming to be correct.

Ruocang shyly let go, and explained: "Last night, the negative luck on your body should have affected me, so I have been a little out of control during this period of time. It's a bit like when Fang Zhongshan wanted to kill you... but I don't want to kill you." It will be so extreme, but thinking is half a beat slower than behavior."

Ou Zhiming stood up helplessly, "I know, senior brother said so."

Will be willful, will be abnormal.

Don't be unreasonable, just do what you want.

He was about to get out of bed to count, when a faint sentence came from behind him, "But your body really... smells so good."

Ou Zhiming made sure that he had changed into Zhenxiang PTSD.

Hearing this sentence, not only didn't thank you, but also walked faster, opened the door and ran.

It seemed that Ruo Cang would pounce on him in a second, gnawing and biting him.

In just one night, Ruocang's condition almost recovered.

Although he would still stare at Ou Zhiming distractedly, at least he could stop his desire and stop disturbing Ou Huang who kept a safe distance from him before he did it himself.

The distance between two people is two meters, and the communication has become less.

Ruo Cang consciously walked out of the house to observe the situation of the catalpa tree.

Unexpectedly, this old tree was unscathed.

Of course, he couldn't absorb even a trace of Ou Zhiming's sinister spirit.

However, Ou Zhiming's luck has indeed faded.

Ruo Cang rubbed his eyes sleepily, a slight yawn could bring tears.

Your own body, you know best.

Feeling so weak and tired, he should have helped Ou Zhiming share some of the burden.

The art of life-pulse circulation failed to guide Ou Zhiming's luck to the trees, but to him instead.

Ruo Cang stood under the tree in a daze and yawned, staring at the tree and recalling the fragrance on Ou Zhiming's body.

Ruo Cang had only smelled such a strange and alluring fragrance once before.

When Fang Zhongshan's evil spirits were wiped out——

"Drip!"

A car horn sounded from the courtyard of the villa, Ruocang took a few steps, and saw Ao Yingxue's car driving in.

Ao Yingxue was staring at the gate, but suddenly found Ruocang in the grove next to the villa, and he was pleasantly surprised.

"Woke up so early? Have you had breakfast? After eating, I went to take pictures."

Ruocang has a job today.

The fashion magazine MAG specially invited him to shoot the cover and conduct a series of exclusive interviews.

"Humans in Ink and Quiet Paintings" is the theme set by MAG.

Ruocang wants to wear retro-style gowns and windbreakers in the old city with ink and wash classical style, and take photos of the people in the painting walking into reality.

The professional styling team invited by MAG is styling Ruo Cang's hair one by one.

Standing by the side, Ao Yingxue felt that Ruocang was different.

Although they often only meet each other in a few weeks and a half months, Ruo Cang's demeanor is indifferent and elegant, which has not changed for many years, and he can recognize it at a glance from a distance.

But now, Ruo Cang has an indescribable taste in his eyebrows, slightly picking his eyes, which makes him feel a hint of evil charm.

It's really not accurate enough to use a word like charming to a man.

However, Ruo Cang raised his eyes and looked back with a little emotion, tinged with laziness and sleepiness.

Her gestures and gestures showed laziness and a little bit of glamour.

Especially when he's wearing a cool-toned gown.

Ruo Cang was holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing by the water pavilion in the promenade with downcast eyes, no longer the coldness of the book business, but the melancholy and leisurely atmosphere filled with smoke and water.

Ao Yingxue and the rest of the staff stared at him with bated breath.

The photographer fell into an indescribable frenzy, frantically choosing the angles that suit Ruo Cang.

Ruo Cang didn't know what the photographer was thinking, he just felt that the photographer was asking too much.

Stand for a while, sit for a while.

Always staring at the camera, he often lost control of his thoughts and recalled Ou Zhiming's brow arch and Adam's apple.

Ruo Cang was distracted, revealing an unspeakable desire.

It's not the Ruo Cang they are familiar with at all, but it shows another charming appearance.

Ao Yingxue was terrified.

He could see Ruo Cang's abnormality, and his mood fluctuated with every time Ruo Cang lost his mind.

Finally, when the filming came to an end, he asked cautiously, "Did you and Ou export anything?"

Ruo Cang looked at him blankly, blinked slowly, "Why do you ask that?"

"Because you have been out of shape today. I didn't mean you were unprofessional, but it's too rare for you to be like this."

In Ao Yingxue's eyes, Ruocang is always high-spirited, free and easy.

But now this look of struggling with other people and being trapped by love is not the Ruocang he knows at all, okay?

Ruo Cang lazily put on his coat and yawned lightly.

"Probably hungry."

He rubbed his eyes and forcefully explained, "I'm hungry and sleepy, I want to go home."

Ruo Cang's tone was aggrieved, like a poor child who had neither food nor sleep.

Ao Yingxue hurriedly took the man into the car and hurried to Ou Zhiming's villa.

What's the situation, Ou Zhiming can still starve Ruocang?

It doesn't make sense.

However, all the way back to the villa, Ruo Cang frowned before they drove in.

"Ou Zhiming is not here, just wait a moment."

Before the car got in, Ruocang could see the empty interior from the feng shui of the whole villa.

Ou Zhiming is a dead house.

The dead house is too lazy to go out even if the sky falls apart.

As a result, he was not at home and had not reported yet.

Ruo Cang felt extremely strange.

As soon as he took his mobile phone, he made a call.

He answered hesitantly, "Ruo Cang, what's wrong?"

Ruo Cang was flustered and immediately calmed down.

"Why aren't you home?" he asked.

Ou Zhiming was silent for a moment, feeling like his wife Chagang, he thought for a few seconds before saying, "I'm at Teacher Lin's house."

After Ruo Cang left in the morning, he wandered around the room for more than ten minutes, and finally made a restless decision: go for a walk and have a cup of tea.

Ou Zhiming, who refused to drink during the day, arrested Fang Zhongshan, drunk and dreaming, early in the morning.

Holding the teacup, he described in detail the plot of the "movie" in his inspiration.

"The first man accidentally injured his head in order to save the second man. He is very dependent on his friend, just like an unconscious little milk cat. The second male said that I was hungry and wanted to eat. I was afraid of ghosts at night, so I turned on the light in the room and asked the second male to sleep with him. The two snuggled together to keep warm. He also liked to rub against the neck of the second male like a cat... "

While talking, Ou Zhiming frowned and took a sip of tea, "Tell me, what's the relationship between them?"

Fang Zhongshan asked sincerely: "Did you think of the script yourself, or was it given to you by someone else?"

"I thought."

"Is the number one male still Ruo Cang?"

Ou Zhiming paused, "It should be."

Fang Zhongshan saw that his eyes were full of danger, he leaned back tactically and pulled his coat deliberately.

He said cowardly: "Brother, you won't be single for so long and suddenly tell me that you are gay."

Ou Zhiming glanced at him, "This is a movie plot!"

"You can think that this kind of gay plot is not normal anymore, have you considered Ruo Cang's chastity and sentiment?"

Fang Zhongshan yelled for Ruo Cang, "Unless you tell me that the male number one was transformed by a cat, otherwise I will substitute the male number one into Ruo Cang's face, and my mind will be full of nonsense that Ruo Cang is gay!"

The warm thing of cuddling with each other, became amorous because Fang Zhongshan was full of gays.

Ou Zhiming didn't think there was something wrong with him and Ruocang getting along last night. Isn't this just the normal daily life of cats and their owners?

Maybe it was really a ghost cat that got into Ruo Cang's body from him?

"If... I changed the plot to a cat upper body and the leading man, wouldn't that be normal?"

Fang Zhongshan raised his hands and applauded, "Yes, this is normal. But you must remember to castrate the cat, otherwise the cat will be in heat, and the male number two will suffer as well."

Spiritual male Er Ou Zhiming: ...

The plot is gradually magical, and slightly human and animal.

Ou Zhiming could no longer trust Fang Zhongshan's colored glasses. After thinking about it, he stood up and said goodbye to Fang Zhongshan.

"let me think again."

When Ou Zhiming thought about it, he thought of Lin Qingye's house from the elderly teahouse.

His master, Mr. Lin, put on reading glasses and carefully listened to Ou Zhiming's brand-new idea, and raised a key question.

"Zhiming, how old are your male number one and male number two?"

Of course he dare not say more than 20.

Ou Zhiming said euphemistically, "More than ten years old."

Lin Qingye smiled, took off his presbyopic glasses and said, "It's normal for children in their teens to hug each other, play and fight and chew and bite. Your plot sounds more warm, and you can consider it as a description of childhood friendship. Story. Although the movie can’t hold up, it’s good to make a micro-movie that awakens childhood memories.”

Professional director, professional evaluation.

In short, for childish behavior, Ruo Cangou Zhiming was all three years old last night, no more.

The childish Ou Zhiming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Early this morning, he had been obsessed with the relationship between the male number one and the second male number one, and he finally relieved a little pressure after getting some advice from Mr. Lin.

Straight man Ou Zhiming is a little afraid of Ruocang.

I am even more afraid that my thoughts will go astray and I will think wildly.

Since the teacher said that it's okay for young children to get along like this.

Then, there must be no problem for him to get along with Ruo Cang.

Although he is old, Ruocang is young.

Such a cute, well-behaved, inexperienced kid, as an old man, can't become dirty thinking because he has been in the circle for too long.

Ou Zhiming smiled reassuringly, if Ruo Cang's mood is unstable, he can let him sleep in his arms for a few days.

It was just that Ruocang's moist breath fell on the bend of his neck, wet and itchy.

It made him raise his hand involuntarily, and gently scratched that small area through the cloth.

Lin Qingye solved Ou Zhiming's big problem.

Ou Zhiming's chatting with the teacher became even more emotional.

They talked about industry trends and recent movies.

Lin Qingye suddenly said: "Recently, I also went to watch the "Haunted House" variety show. There are indeed various forms of entertainment nowadays. Lighting effects, scenery, and the relationship between characters are all very interesting."

Lin Qingye said this.

It was Ou Zhiming who found it interesting.

His teacher is considered a traditional generation of directors, and now he went to watch a nondescript variety show on a whim, which was a pleasant surprise.

Ou Zhiming smiled and said, "Teacher, why did you remember to watch variety shows?"

"Because of you." Lin Qingye gave him a benevolent look, "Although I don't fully understand the meaning, I am also very happy to see you and Ruocang having fun."

With that said, he walked to the study and took out a thick new script.

"I helped you refer to the new story, and you can also help me to read it. How about this story?"

The script that Lin Qingye submitted was called "Sound of Chen Xiang".

The title is literary and artistic, and the core is tragic.

And it is a completely ancient love story.

In the distant and vague dynasties, there were constant wars on the border, full of wars of invasion and annexation by various countries.

In a peaceful town on the border, a girl who embroidered sachets for a living picked up a seriously injured man, which triggered subsequent torture and grief in her life.

It is slightly bitter to read, but also has a slight fragrance.

What the girl is best at is the agarwood sachet, which is always tied around the waist of a man who has lost his memory.

Until the flames of war raged, they reunited before death.

She personally saved the enemy general.

And this enemy general with aloe fragrance also knew her fate with his own hands.

Black and humorous style, with a mockery of the impermanence of the world.

This new script should not have been written by Lin Qingye.

Ou Zhiming asked curiously, "Which screenwriter is this?"

Such revenge on society.

"Feng Yu who wrote "Just Like One Night of Spring Breeze"."

Lin Qingye smiled kindly: "He wants to transform."

Feng Yu is an excellent screenwriter who specializes in producing tribute movies. He has a solid line skills and brought a team of apprentices.

For every special celebration, he will be invited to write and create.

Ou Zhiming really didn't expect that Feng Yu could hand over the blade so smoothly when he wrote about the tragedy of Xiaoqingxiaoai.

Unfortunately, romantic movies are not Ou Zhiming's field of expertise.

He hasn't even acted.

He flipped through the heavy script and asked, "Teacher, why do you suddenly want to shoot this?"

"I was suddenly moved." Lin Qingye sighed, "The story is written very sadly, as if you can see the apricot blossoms and the rain, the aloes and cold clothes, and the poignancy and indifference."

Tragedy has a romantic core.

Putting aside feelings, "Sound of Chen Xiang" depicts the times of war, ordinary people and enemy generals meet and know each other, and writes about the pain of living in a sad situation.

Lin Qingye doesn't care about money.

Even if this movie is unpopular and literary, as long as he wants to, he will make it.

He showed it to Ou Zhiming to ask: "Say, how about asking Ruo Cang to play the leading role?"

Ou Zhiming blinked, as if he had heard something from the Arabian Nights.

"Ruo Cang? Ruo Cang acting in a love scene?"

If the question mark has a body, it's time to be fine.

Ruo Cang has personally seen Ruo Cang's inflexibility in emotional dramas, and even made drastic changes to the script in order to barely retain the actor's acting skills in "Under the Stars".

Ou Zhiming showed a difficult and dejected smile, and said helplessly, "Teacher, Ruocang is not suitable for acting in love scenes."

Lin Qingye looked at him, and asked meaningfully: "Is it not suitable, or are you reluctant?"

Ou Zhiming was dumbfounded.

He didn't know how there was such a magical misunderstanding.

But he swears to God, Ruo Cang is definitely not suitable for acting in any emotional lines, because when this guy encounters an actress, it is like encountering the rules and regulations, and he can't even comfort others!

Ou Zhiming has great confidence in Ruocang.

He cited one, two, three and four examples to perfectly explain to Lin Qingye:

If Cang can play the murderous general of the enemy army, it's okay to play the hero who is in love with Dou Chukai, but it will definitely disappoint people.

The harder he spoke, the more silent Lin Qingye became.

Suddenly, he said, "I've never heard you try so hard to persuade me not to choose any actor."

Ou Zhiming had a bad feeling.

Lin Qingye said: "There is a first time in everything. I want to meet Ruo Cang and try his acting skills."

The teacher was persistent, Ou Zhiming could only sigh.

Just as he was thinking about when to bring Ruo Cang to see the teacher, Ruo Cang's phone call came.

Ou Zhiming thought, this might be an inevitable fate.

God wants Ruo Cang to come over and act for Lin Qingye in person. What does it mean: Born not to be a love hero.

Therefore, Ou Zhiming told Ruocang the address of Lin Qingye's home.

Warmly welcome him to bring his agent to the door.

After hanging up the phone, Ou Zhiming told Lin Qingye sincerely, "Teacher, Ruo Cang will come over later, try it yourself, I really didn't lie to you."

Lin Qingye had watched "Haunted House Challenge!" The fashionable director of ", doesn't believe Ou Zhiming's words at all.

Ruo Cang and Ou Zhiming get along well, and have the ambiguous distance that he hopes "Sound of Chen Xiang" will have.

But his students refused to admit it, and tried to force Ruo Cang to push out the leading actor.

Lin Qingye shook his head and sighed, "You young people..."

Ou Zhiming hurried out to put on his shoes, and said, "I'll pick up Ruocang, you'll know what I mean when you see him."

Ou Zhiming has confidence in Ruo Cang's acting skills.

He has experienced many battles and has not shown any affection for any actress. I am afraid that the little Taoist priest must practice self-cultivation to the end.

However, the story of "Sound of Chen Xiang" is indeed too sad.

As the cold wind blew in front of him, Ou Zhiming couldn't get out of the pain of his lines, and even the rustling leaves around him made a sound like agarwood leaves.

He is also a man who has read thousands of scripts.

I have never seen such a spiritual line.

Simple words and sentences have their own accents. Even if Ou Zhiming refuses Ruo Cang to play the leading role with all his strength, Ruo Cang's clear voice can't help echoing.

——Thousands of households dyed guest clothes with agarwood, don't think about it later, it's hard to see.

Just as Ou Zhiming finished reciting a line of poetry in his mind, there was a loud noise.

The painful tone like a heavy object falling from the sky, accompanied by broken bones, was so clear that it was close to me.

He was walking on the sidewalk in the community and was about to turn a corner.

But instinctively stopped.

The wind is mixed with a strong and familiar smell of blood.

He saw nothing, yet seemed to see everything.

The sky is bright and the sun is shining, and the short journey ahead has become far away.

Ou Zhiming stood there, frowning and staring ahead, until the concrete floor was dripping with blood, confirming all his guesses.

There were screams one after another, very close.

Noisy quarrels and bitter cries divided Ou Zhiming and the corner a few steps ahead into two worlds.

His throat stings like splinters.

Even his temples felt swollen and painful, and chaotic images appeared in his mind, none of which made him feel comfortable.

When the phone rang, Ou Zhiming's gloomy mood became irritated.

And that irritability dropped instantly when he saw who was calling.

"Ou Zhiming, we're outside the door, which building is Teacher Lin in?"

Ruo Cang's voice was like a clear spring, dispelling all his pain.

"Don't move..." Ou Zhiming suppressed his emotions, and finally stepped forward, "I'll pick you up outside the door."