Run away after flirting with the male god

Not a surprise, but a shock.

Song Bai didn't think much, put on a military overcoat and went outside, only to see a big ball squatting on the ground, and then the ball flung itself into his arms, showing a steaming face, and said contemptuously, "Why are you wearing a military overcoat again?" Out."

"Why are you here?" Song Bai rubbed Yang Fan's hands feeling cold, took out a tissue and wiped off his snot as if fooling a child, "I'm talking about advance notice."

"It's a surprise if you've been notified in advance." Patronizing Ye Se sneezed when he didn't pay attention, he rubbed his nose and didn't care, and asked Song Bai if he had eaten.

Song Bai turned around and made a phone call.

"Yes, my friends are here to eat together, grandma, I'm not at home today."

The words were very respectful and the man stood there with a calm and calm expression. Yang Fan continued to wipe his nose and began to imagine how romantic it would be tonight. A candlelight dinner plus a cannonball. Thinking about it, he was so happy.

However, the imagination is always full, and the reality is always skinny and cruel.

There was a fruit platter on the dining table, and Yang Fan somehow had a strong desire to eat, but after eating a few pieces, he rushed to the toilet and vomited.

The reservation was for a corner location to cover the eyes and protect the celebrity’s privacy, so no one would notice if the voice was louder here. Song Bai immediately touched his forehead, which was a little hot, and asked, "You have a fever again."

"No, I don't have a fever, it's just that I always feel sick after eating fruit." After that, he hurried to the toilet, and didn't have to eat again and again.

Song Bai went directly to the hospital with the man in his arms. This was different from the romantic night Yang Fan had imagined, but he didn't have the energy to toss about.

"Hey, you said I wouldn't be pregnant, right?"

Song Bai: "...What time is this and I'm still in the mood to joke around."

Going to the hospital to register did not use his real name, fearing that the nurse's meddling would be exposed, Song Bai took off his military coat, wrapped Yang Fan into a ball and hugged him in front of the doctor.

The old doctor looked at it for a long time and said: "The cold is enough, just hang a few bottles of water."

Song Bai said seriously: "He still has to film, can he be faster?"

Hearing this, Yang Fan raised his eyelids to look at Song Bai, and gently held his hand.

The old doctor pushed his glasses and even recognized the actor, saying: "After the IV drip, go back to sleep and you'll be fine. Keep warm these days. Your reaction is that your body is resisting you."

Since there was nothing serious, Song Bai asked Yang Fan to sit down first, while he went to get the medicine to find the nurse. The little nurse kept looking at the patient's face when poking the needle, and the strength became heavier.

"hiss--"

Song Bai frowned into a twist, wishing he could go into battle by himself, what kind of nurse is this.

Yang Fan felt uncomfortable and couldn't care less about the pain in his hand. He tilted his head and said pitifully, "I want to eat porridge."

Where can I buy porridge in the middle of the night, but Song Bai still agreed to go out and buy it.

That is, during the time when he was buying porridge, the little nurse still couldn't resist posting Yang Fan's photo on the Internet. In the photo, the person's cheeks were unnaturally red, and his hair was messed up in his military coat. Sick and fragile.

Looking at his appearance, he could be sure that it was Yang Fan, so this Weibo was dug up by fans.

Yang Fan was in a daze, wondering why he didn't give him a chance to show off, it's been a month, it's time to pay the public rations!

Pay public food!

After squinting for an hour, I felt much better. Yang Fan took out his mobile phone and wanted to check Weibo, but when he refreshed it, there were thousands of posts @. Then he realized that he was on Weibo about the hospital. When he looked up, the little nurse just now had disappeared. .

No way, he forwarded it and said the reason.

[Eating too much cold, so I went to the hospital, everyone pay attention to keep warm] By the way, play a caring card.

The night owls below responded one after another to pay more attention to the body, and some people even said cute, cute?

Yang Fan stared wide-eyed and posted a selfie without a beauty filter [Baby is so cute, Papa dressed me up in style] So the comments made a fuss about Dad being so cute, but some people responded in time, he wasn’t No dad!

But when he asked, Yang Fan had already turned off his mobile phone and pretended to be dead, because Song Bai came back with hot porridge.

Seeing Yang Fan staring at him with burning eyes, Song Bai said, "Is it really hungry after waiting?"

"That's not true." Yang Fan folded his military coat and leaned on the man, "I just miss you."

Fortunately, there were not many people in the hospital in the middle of the night. Song Bai cautiously looked around to make sure that no one was taking pictures before hugging Ball beside him. While eating, he noticed some scratches on Yang Fan's face. He lowered his head and kissed near the wound. Said softly: "Filming is very hard, isn't it?"

Yang Fan's heart beat so fast that it was close to the point of explosion, he squinted his eyes and leaned up to kiss him: "It's not hard, I begged the director for this day off, I didn't expect to spend it in the hospital." Thinking about it, I feel it's a pity, unhappy .

"I ordered a cake for you tomorrow, but the rhythm is out of order."

"It's okay." Song Bai said, "I'll take it home and eat it by myself tomorrow."

Yang Fan rested his head on Song Bai's shoulder and whispered, the man's voice was deep and sexy, piercing his bones, he thought it was good, he didn't feel cold at all in the cold winter.

Later, Song Bai didn't go home and lived with him outside, wearing a military coat outside, almost people thought he was fleeing, Yang Fan waited until he entered the room and said coquettishly: "She is discriminatory, I want to despise her, What's wrong with the military coat, it's ugly but warm!" After saying that, he looked at his face in the mirror, and his face was as red as a child's.

"You didn't sign a contract with a company, did you get bullied on the set?" It's not like Song Bai hasn't read the lace content in the news. People who don't have a backstage are the most likely to be squeezed. The last time the director dared to hide the rules, didn't he just watch Yang Fan alone? people?

Yang Fan lay on his side on the bed and rolled into his arms to lie down. He said, "No, the director and screenwriter are on set every day. They are very strict people. In addition, the protagonist is Yang Jiarong, who is considered his family and... anyway, others are pretty good."

Song Bo hummed and couldn't tell whether he was relieved or not, and he squeezed the young man tightly and patted his arm: "Sleep, you have to catch a plane back tomorrow."

"No, I'll wait."

Song Bai saw that his eyelids were trembling and he still couldn't sleep, he was a little annoyed and couldn't help cursing: "Sleep." When the light was turned off, he couldn't see anything.

The curtains were not fully closed and one was left. When colorful fireworks erupted in the sky at 12 o’clock, and 12 dull bells echoed at the same time, Yang Fan pressed his face against Song Bai’s chest and whispered: “Happy birthday, I want to celebrate your birthday too.” .”

Song Bai opened his eyes and looked at Yang Fan in the unclear space. He saw that his eyes were shining colorfully with the fireworks outside the window, which was dazzling. He said dumbly, "Thank you."

"It's okay." Yang Fan sat back in the man's arms contentedly, and now he was really sleeping.

The next day Yang Fan just woke up and felt being hugged tightly. He opened his eyes in a daze and was a little reluctant to leave, so he exhorted: "I will hug you again."

Song Bai didn't sleep all night, he rubbed his chin against Yang Fan's forehead and sighed, there was a flash of struggle in his eyes but he immediately became firm again: "Fanfan, my grandparents are actually pretty good."

"Hmm..." Yang Fan was still confused, "But you said they were fierce."

Song Bai felt like shooting himself in the foot with a rock, and kissed Yang Fan's forehead in a funny way: "Sleep, I'll let you sleep for a while."

Sending Yang Fan to the plane with his own hands, Song Bai stood outside the airport for a long time, hesitating in his heart, but he is not indecisive, and he can still buy another newspaper after 9 o'clock. He opened the door of his house and found that the old man was dancing a sword on the balcony: "Good morning, Grandpa."

Song Zhongguo looked back at his grandson and said, "I didn't come back last night."

"Well, my friend drank too much yesterday and went to the hospital. He came alone, so I went to take care of him." Song Bai was extremely calm when he told the lie, thinking of Yang Fan's appearance last night, his heart was a little sweet.

Shen Shulin came out of the study at this time full of energy, heard the conversation between the grandfather and grandson and asked, "Is it a girl?"

Song Zhongguo also turned his head and stared at his grandson.

Song Bai shook his head regretfully: "It's a man."

"Ah." Shen Shulin took the newspaper and put it on the table, went to the kitchen and sighed while washing the dishes, "You are old and young, why haven't you come back to talk to someone? Didn't you have a favorite in the four years of college?" Can't figure out my family The grandson is not ugly, he is much handsomer than some fair faces on TV, but he is a bit earthy, and seeing the old man who is still dancing with a sword feels helpless.

"Grandma, let me do it." Song Bai took the old man's gloves and put them on, and said, "You told me that you can't always sigh, and you will sigh all your blessings."

"We're getting old, your grandpa couldn't sleep well last night, he said he dreamed of a girl."

Song Bai's eyes were in a trance: "My mother?"

"Remember to visit your mother's grave today. The old man did the same thing the day the girl left. He stood in front of the portrait for three days without saying a word. I know he felt uncomfortable."

Song Bai said: "Grandma, I'll tell you something after dinner."

Shen Shulin frowned: "Say something earlier."

"Wait for dinner."

Song Zhongguo's morning was very regular, he danced swords, punched, read newspapers, and then watched revolutionary films. During the period, he took Shen Shulin to discuss the current anti-Japanese dramas. The filming is getting more and more exaggerated. What about thunder in the crotch, bicycles flying on the train? , what is even more exaggerated is that it can shoot bullets out and turn.

"What are you filming?" After dinner, the TV was still on, and Mr. Song blushed with anger and felt that this had tarnished such a great project, "There are explosives hidden in the steamed buns, it's all messed up .”

"You can't shut your mouth if you're full." Shen Shulin pushed him to make way for a seat, "Grandson wants to tell us something."

Song Zhongguo frowned, like Zhong Kui in a pictorial, looking very fierce, and this fierceness becomes difficult to approach when he gets older. Now he drank a sip of tea and said to the only grandson: "What's the matter? present."

This suite is an old duplex building, which was considered a luxury house in the past. New furniture has been added over the past few decades, but the style has not changed. Once you enter, it seems that time has gone back decades and returned to the era of "the founding of New China". Bai watched the two old men kneel down slowly with firm eyes: "Grandpa and grandma."

After all, Shen Shulin is a woman, and as she gets older, her kindness becomes stronger. She subconsciously wanted to help her but was stopped by Song Zhongguo. Song Zhongguo said with a dark face, "What is it? Kneel, how did I educate you when you were young?"

"I talked to someone this year."

"It's a good thing." Shen Shulin couldn't figure it out, "This is a good thing, why did you kneel down?"

Song Bai continued: "It's an alumnus from the same school and a classmate in the same class."

Song Zhongguo stared at him closely: "I don't allow you to fall in love or something."

"Still my roommate in the same dormitory."

"Xiaobai, this is a good thing, hurry up... what?" Shen Shulin stood up impatiently, thinking that something was wrong with his ears, "Roommate? Male?"

Or Song Zhongguo turned his head quickly, his breathing was rapid and his hands began to tremble: "That person yesterday was him."

"It's him." As soon as the words fell, Song Bai's vision blurred, and there was a slap on his left cheek.

"I let you go to school because I want you to fuck men?!" Song Zhongguo raised his hand and slapped his head again.

The old man's body is still strong, and his strength in beating people has been great since he was a child. The smell of blood oozes from his mouth just after the slap fell. Song Bai knelt on the ground as if he had taken root and did not move.

"Song Bai, what's wrong with you child." Shen Shulin didn't stop his wife, and stood up furiously.

Song Bai's voice was hoarse, and the corners of his mouth were red when he spoke: "He is very nice. I liked him first and chased him. I want to spend my whole life with him."

"How can the two men live a lifetime!" Song Zhongguo was out of breath, pointing to the feather duster hanging on the wall, "Go, bring it to me."

Song Bai stood up and plucked the feather duster off, closed his eyes and handed it to the old man.

"Take off your clothes."

Song Bai took off his clothes until only a thin shirt remained.

The tiny wooden stick made a crisp sound behind his back, Song Bai pursed his lips tightly, his hands were clenched and his veins were exposed, he didn't dare to say a word.

"Daughter and daughter don't worry, and now grandson doesn't worry too!"

"Can you drag you all so that your family members don't worry about it!"

With a click, the feather duster was snapped.

The man was kneeling on the ground, his back was already bleeding, and his shirt was slowly oozing out. Song Zhongguo supported the wall and threw away the broken feather duster, panting: "Do you think we are pedantic and inflexible when we are old? Cultural University/Revolution/ You ordered me and your grandma to be arrested for ten years, do you think we haven't seen each other?"

Shen Shulin recalled those years like a nightmare, raised his wrinkled hands and wiped his eyes, stepped forward to support the old man, and said to Song Bai: "There was a couple of men back then, the landlords were the first to pull out, I still remember that it was a bookish man with glasses and a book writer. The two men were pressed to the ground and knelt down and beaten. The man with the tall head refused to bow his head and was beaten to death. One? He killed himself in the night."

"It didn't work before, and it doesn't work now!" Song Zhongguo was emotional, "This is a disease!"

Song Bai's lips turned white from trembling: "Ten years have passed, and times have changed."

"Then can you go to get the certificate?"

"Abroad is fine."

Song Zhongguo raised his hand and slapped him again: "I have taught you etiquette, integrity and shame since you were a child. What have you learned from you? If you want to find us a son-in-law, do you think we have lived too long and want to piss us off!"

"You are my family. I want to tell you that I want to ask for your forgiveness and blessings. Homosexuality is not a disease. I fell in love with him without knowing why. Maybe God made a joke for me and wronged my marriage. , but the thread has been drawn."

"You stand outside for me, I don't want to see you."

Trembling, Song Bai stood up and walked slowly outside, standing at the door with his chin raised slightly like when he was a child, his eyes were piercing and uncompromising.

Shen Shulin collapsed on the sofa after her grandson walked out, and the feather duster was thrown at her feet, stained with blood. She covered her mouth and couldn't help crying: "What evil did you do?"

Song Zhongguo couldn't bear the girl's crying and immediately shouted: "Don't cry!"

"Why are you yelling at me? Are you the only one in a hurry? I didn't know that Xiaobai would come out today!"

"The ones you hit just now are less!"

Song Bai listened to the dispute inside the door and squinted his eyes. There was a vibration in his trouser pocket, and he took it out to see that it was Yang Fan.

【I'm on set】

Song Bai lowered his head and smiled, endured the pain in his back and replied with a smiling face [Keep warm] The cold wind outside the house and the fact that he had just been whipped so hard made his hands tremble when typing, and he couldn't even feel the snot when he stood at night. Fortunately, Yang Fan was busy filming and didn't send any more text messages, otherwise he was really afraid that he might not be able to reply to the text messages.

Song Bai was called into the room at around 10 o'clock in the evening. He didn't know how Shen Shulin persuaded the old man. Anyway, he didn't see his shadow when he entered the room.

"You child." Shen Shulin held back his tears and applied medicine to him, seeing the bloodstains on his back and said puzzledly, "I don't understand, a man is worthy of you!"

"Grandma, I was mentally prepared when I was going to say this. He deserves my courage to tell you the truth."

Shen Shulin secretly wiped away his tears, his old eyes were too dim to look at the wound on his grandson's back, so he said, "Go to the hospital, even if you are physically strong and can bear it, I can't bear it." Before leaving, he shouted at the closed master bedroom door He yelled, but no one replied.

Seeing that the flowers on Shen Shulin's head were still so bright, Song Bai smiled slightly: "This is from grandpa."

"Yes." As if thinking of something, Shen Shulin showed a girly smile on his face, "It hasn't changed for decades."

When I arrived at the hospital, I showed the doctor's back. The doctor thought that the family had been attacked by gangsters: "Why did you come here after everything was beaten up like this?"

Shen Shulin kept apologizing with guilt: "Please trouble the doctor."

It was already 1 o'clock in the morning after dressing up and going back. Shen Shulin watched his grandson's hand supporting him and couldn't bear to touch it: "I remember you were so short, thin and tall when you first arrived at home."

Song Bo silently shook the old man's hand, as if he was touching the bark of a tree: "I let you down, I'm sorry."

"Silly boy, you're already fine." Shen Shulin smiled comfortingly, but tears were still in his eyes. His grandson has excellent grades since he was a child and doesn't need his family to bother him. The child can sit down and play Go, which is restless. It seems that the grandson has never said that he likes anything and has not asked for gifts. It's not that I don't know."

"I don't think so."

Shen Shulin looked at him and seemed to have a thousand words: "Are you really thinking about it?"

Everyone knew what they were asking, and Song Bai's smile was pale and strong in the cold wind: "I really think about it."

Shen Shulin turned his head and looked at the road ahead. He stretched out his hand to feel the cold wind outside, and he didn't know how many times he could feel it again. No one on the street even closed the bustling shops before. Under the dim streetlights, his grandson's face was meticulous. It was absolutely impossible to tell from his appearance that he was seriously injured. If ordinary people were beaten like this, they might not even be able to straighten their waists.

She suddenly said kindly: "If you shout a few times, it may not be that your grandpa will fight till the end."

"Grandpa should teach me a lesson. I like men and I'm sorry for you."

Shen Shulin patted his hand and showed a wry smile. In fact, after experiencing the storm for ten years, there was nothing she couldn't bear.

Comparing Song Bai's liking for men to it is nothing to talk about. Beware of a strong impact and then hit by small stones, there is nothing but a sense of turmoil on the surface.

It's not particularly unacceptable either.

"How is that kid?"

Song Bai smiled: "He is very cute, more lively and optimistic, he has no one in his family and has been living alone." Then he briefly told about Yang Fan, Shen Shulin was stunned, then looked at him and said, "It's not easy ah."

After stopping and walking for half an hour, Shen Shulin's face softened a little: "Stay at home for a few days, if your grandpa slaps you, don't worry about it, I will be responsible for everything."

Song Bai stared at the old man before entering the door. He was wearing a dark red padded jacket and staggered to the door. Shen Shulin likes red, so Song Zhongguo would give her a red head flower every year. The safflower is red like fire in the faint light, very beautiful.

The next day, Song Bai refunded his return ticket, and was pissed off by the old man when he sat on the table.

The dishes cooked by Shen Shulin today are quite strong, the spiciness can be heard through a door, the old man was so tempted to salivate, but because he just got angry yesterday, he tried his best to hold back, he took a big mouthful of the dishes and praised: "It's delicious. "

Shen Shulin smiled: "You can eat."

Song Zhongguo thought it was weird, but seeing that Shen Shulin had no intention of opening his mouth, he didn't ask any more questions. It wasn't until he was about to eat up the sauerkraut fish in front of him that he remembered the dish. Neither Shen Shulin nor Song Bai moved their chopsticks.

"Why don't you eat it?"

Shen Shulin slowly put down his chopsticks: "Old man, you like spicy food and Xiaobai and I don't like it, but I have lived with you so much, right? Occasionally there are stumbling blocks, but we live in peace and harmony instead."

"You are here to be a lobbyist." Song Zhongguo threw his chopsticks and was very puzzled, "Why do you have to go astray?"

"Could it be that if you make such a fuss, grandson can like women again? You don't mind spoiling other girls. It is said on TV that this is deceiving women." Shen Shulin stroked his gray hair and finally made up his mind, "We are old, the wind I haven’t seen any big wind and waves for decades, you beat your grandson to death yesterday and didn’t let him say a word, do you think he will let go after a few days of cold face?”

Hearing this, Song Zhongguo glanced at Song Bai and became uncertain, touched the teacup and put it down heavily, his brows were frowned fiercely, but also contained helplessness for the fact of old age: "How can the two men live a good life."

There was a smile on the corner of Song Bai's mouth: "We will live a good life."

"What can we do? Are we going to force you to sever ties with us for a man like your mother did?"

Shen Shulin slammed the table: "Old man, what are you talking about!"

When Song Zhongguo was young, he always had the image of a tough guy. His only weakness was his wife and daughter at home. Whenever he thought of his daughter, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He pushed the bowl to the study: "Eat it."

It took a long time to enter, Song Bai checked the time and went to heat up the dishes again, carefully opened the door to see Song Zhongguo looking at the picture of his mother when he was a child.

"Grandpa." Putting the meal on the table, he put away those photos and put them away carefully, "Eat something."

"I haven't seen your mother yet."

"Well, go in the afternoon." Song Bai stood in front of him and said.

Song Zhongguo looked up at his grandson and found that he was really too tall. He knocked on the table and said, "Sit down, I always feel uncomfortable when I get old."

"Grandpa, don't you want to see your mother?"

"No, I can't remember how many times I went when you were not at home. You are her son to see her, although I know you have no feelings for her." After saying that, he kicked the person out.

Song Bai bought the sacrifices and went to the cemetery, and heard from Shen Shulin that his mother liked mung bean cakes, and had been clamoring for them since he was a child.

Song Zhongguo chose a good location for his daughter. After Song Bai entered the garden, he could roughly find the location by looking up and looking far away, but this one is a bit special, he met an unexpected man.

"Zhao Limin."

The middle-aged man turned around and saw Song Bai, who seemed surprised, but then smiled and said, "You, you also came to see your mother."

Song Bai hummed and walked over the man expressionlessly, bent down and arranged the offerings one by one. Zhao Limin felt guilt in his eyes when he saw the plate of mung bean cakes: "I remember she likes mung bean cakes the most."

"It's hard for you to remember."

"Xiaobai, no matter what, I am your father." He has been trying to contact the eldest son for several years but has never responded.

Song Bai ignored, stood up and bowed three times after lighting the incense sticks, "Don't stand here and make my mother angry, you have a son but that son is not me." When Zhao Limin wanted to grab his hand, he blocked it, his eyes were cold , "My surname is Song, and you have nothing to do with my Song family."

Zhao Limin stepped back, his back felt cold, there was no wave in his eyes but it was extremely cold, like a cobra staring at you in the dark, it doesn't bother to bite you and just looks at you quietly, but even looking at it makes your limbs tremble .

He began to regret that he didn't ask for custody rights at that time, and the sons in the family had everything to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, who has Zhao Bai... No, it should be called Song Bai now.

Zhao Limin looked back at the tombstone of his ex-wife. The gray and white photo preserved her most perfect appearance. He reached out to touch it but dared not.

"You gave birth to a good son."

……

Song Bai didn't say anything about meeting Zhao Limin in the cemetery when he went back. The two old people were very angry with that man, and every time they saw it on TV, they hated him so much that he didn't want to cause trouble again.

"Grandma, I'll go back tomorrow."

Shen Shulin was surprised and said, "Leave so soon."

"Well, the company has accumulated a lot of things that I need to deal with. I will come back when I have time or I will buy you a house there."

"No!" Song Zhongguo refused loudly on the balcony, "I've lived here for so many years, I won't go!"

"Did your grandson ask you? I think you're excited." Shen Shulin patted his grandson's shoulder and then squeezed it. It was indeed a big man's body. Handsome."

Song Bai smiled and said, "Come back during the Chinese New Year."

Shen Shulin helped his grandson straighten the creases on his clothes with loving eyes: "For the New Year, bring that child back to have a look."

"grandmother……"

"It's okay, the ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her parents-in-law. Since you have opened this mouth with us, it means that you will not regress. See you sooner or later, so you don't have to worry."

With Shen Shulin, Song Bai was relieved, and went back to call Yang Fan to ask Yang Fan when he was done and planned to cook a good meal.

"Hurry up, I'll be following the group all day these days." The show has already reached the point where soldiers are approaching the city. The emperor I played stands in white clothes and endures the insults of his subjects. The scene is very majestic, but he is shivering from the cold, Some of them were shot on green screens, while most of the snow scenes were shot outside in order to pursue reality. The low temperature of minus ten degrees made it useless to wear more warm babies.

"Yang Fan, come and get ready!"

Seeing Chang Ji waving on the opposite side, Yang Fan wiped his nose and hurriedly said 'I'll call you back', then hung up, handed the phone to Xiao Zhou, hugged himself and walked over, his feet were already so cold that he couldn't feel it.

"There are too many warm babies, and the clothes will be exposed when the wind blows." Du Jiangkang spoke loudly while holding the walkie-talkie.

Yang Fan thought for a while, gritted his teeth and tore Nuan Baobao apart.

"Brother Fan, it's too cold!" Xiao Zhou stopped him and hurriedly let out a sigh of relief. She couldn't resist the cold even though she was dressed in fluffy clothes, let alone Yang Fan who was only wearing a thin shirt.

"Just finish the filming earlier." He shook off the last picture of the warm baby and stood still. It's really fucking cold. It's not easy to fight for the title of professionalism.

"The makeup artist is going to touch up the makeup!"

Yang Fan rubbed his hands vigorously and stood still.

"Old State Game 76, ah!"

Yang Fan was about to fall when he walked barefoot in the snow, his hair fluttering with the wind, he heard the sound of horseshoes behind him and realized that someone was chasing him, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes, but he immediately regained his composure, his thin cheeks had long since disappeared. The image of "Miao Gongzi" praised by many people, he didn't look back, but stopped when the sound of horseshoes was getting closer, and his voice suddenly raised: "Third brother, you are here."

Yang Jiarong was dressed in a military uniform and a golden crown on his head. He dismounted and caught up with Yang Fan: "I can spare you."

"You spare me?" Yang Fan raised his head and laughed, tears streaming down his red eyes, his expression was dull and he would have been a dead man if he hadn't rolled his eyes, "What about your general? As long as you sit on There will be too much involuntary in this position, third brother, I will give it back to you."

In the script, the little emperor and the prince played by Yang Jiarong met when they were young. Yang Fan thought about his emotions and always felt a little subtle. If it is admiration for heroes, it is more tender, more like... secret love, anyway. Mysterious.

At this time, the female general played by Zheng Xiaoxuan catches up from behind with hatred in her eyes, she draws her long bow and shoots directly at Yang Fan.

As the long shot turned to the half-body scene and finally turned to the shoulder scene, Yang Fan was terrified for a moment but fell down with satisfaction, looking at Yang Jiarong's eyes containing too many self-evident things.

"Cut!" Du Jiangkang ordered while drinking hot water, "Take a break!"

Xiao Zhou immediately put the cotton coat on Yang Fan and handed him hot water: "Brother Fan, why do I think the emperor likes him?"

Yang Jiarong had just put on his padded jacket, and smiled when he heard Xiao Zhou's words: "Actually, I also feel a little bit."

Yang Fan touched his nose: "I also feel that way."

The three of them laughed tacitly in the snow.

"This is your last scene." Yang Jiarong asked.

"Well, it's finally about to be liberated." He wanted to go home quickly, this damn place is so fucking cold!

Yang Jiarong didn't know what he was thinking: "Shoot well, try to go through it once."

"Be sure to take a good shot, in order to go home and sleep."

After the scene took care of the snow scene, he immediately ordered the plane to prepare. The makeup artist made blood and bows and arrows on Yang Fan's body, and all departments were also ready.

Yang Fan was rather awkward lying in Yang Jiarong's arms, because...they are all gay.

Before the filming started, Chen Yu reminded: "Yang Fan, you have to remember that feelings are forbearable, and you can't show them too clearly. The person you play is a coward who is hesitant and entangled and dare not speak out."

Yang Fan looked up at the blue sky and his heart felt cold: "I will pay attention."

"Old State Game 77, ah!"

"I think back to the days when we rode horses together when I was young, but I was in an impossible position and I couldn't go back to the past. Third brother, I have been waiting for this day, but I can't bear it when it finally comes, puff——" Blood It splashed on Yang Jiarong's face, and there were a lot of spots. Yang Fan was startled and was about to yell, but fortunately, Du Jiangkang didn't yell. He tremblingly raised his hand to wipe off the blood for Yang Jiarong according to the script: "It's too dirty. , I'll wipe it for you."

"I'll take you back for treatment, and the military doctor is in the tent." The protagonist's feelings for the emperor are brotherly feelings, and it's the sympathy that they talked freely in the pavilions and pavilions. He doesn't understand and doesn't understand the people in his arms. The strange idea, so he was very tangled.

Yang Fan showed bitterness following his movements, and the blood in his mouth kept spitting out and was quickly blown cold by the cold air. He tried his best to wrap his arms around Yang Jiarong's neck, and said, "Third Brother, I have done so many ridiculous things, and I deserve to die. I want to ask you something."

"Wait until we find the military doctor."

"It's too late!" He yelled and broke the bow and arrow in front of his chest. His chest was heaving and heaving, and the fear of pain appeared in his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed the bloodstain that he tried to wipe off but couldn't wipe it off. "Please!" Don't hang my head on the city gate, I'm afraid... it will hurt, please."

Finally liberated.

After Yang Fan finished speaking, he exhaled heavily and then closed his mouth. His role is now over.

However, Du Jiangkang asked him to make up the clip of riding a horse in the snow before the finale, and it took only a dozen seconds to shoot quickly.

Xiao Zhou said in surprise, "Brother Fan, you can even ride a horse."

"That's right, what can I do?" This is all the bloody experience of his previous life!

He can not only ride a horse, but also a man!

"Brother Fan, I feel that this drama will definitely be popular, and so will you."

Yang Fan threw those nasty thoughts back into his heart and smiled, this clip will definitely become popular, and he doesn't want to see how many fucking souls of rotten girls are burned.

The next literary film will start shooting in early spring, thinking about it, I can also grab a Spring Festival holiday by the way.

Yang Fan remembered to call Song Bai in advance when he came home this time, thinking that he would get off the plane easily as usual, but he didn’t expect a reporter to be squatting today, and asked him first if he was preparing for the filming of "Old State", Reuters There was Chen Yu in the photo, and they asked if they could reveal the plot.

It's a joke, if this is revealed, it is estimated that Chen Yu will delete all his scenes in the next second.

"Sorry, please step aside."

The other passengers didn't notice the celebrity at first, but when they saw the crowd, they asked who it was. The little girl pointed to her mobile phone page and said, "It's Yang Fan, the official image ambassador of SK wedding ring series!"

If Yang Fan heard this, he would probably be pissed off, he is not the image ambassador of the wedding ring series, Zheng Xiaoxuan is.

Yang Fan arranged a few words into Xiao Zhou's ear, and then ran out quickly. The reporters wanted to chase him, but Xiao Zhou locked them all in the airport. When they went out through the other door, Yang Fan was nowhere to be seen.

"Huh, he still wants to take pictures of me." Yang Fan felt that he was a little sorry for Xiao Zhou for making her unable to get a ride. He thought for a while, turned on his mobile phone and sent a red envelope. She pretended to be weak and said, "Why don't you say a word, you don't miss me."

Song Bai just rushed over from the company in a hurry, exuding a cold manly breath, he touched Yang Fan's hand and felt a chill, so he put it on his lips and put it in his pocket: "Of course I miss you, just now I'm thinking about things in the company, by the way, do you still have filming before Chinese New Year?"

"No, I have to do my homework at home. Teacher Su urges me to study hard on WeChat every day." Yang Fan breathed out and asked, "Are you busy?" He didn't really want to be alone every day...

Song Bai smiled and said, "I'll be busy after a year if I'm not busy."

"that would be great."

In the evening, Yang Fan just washed away the air-conditioning outside, and curled up on the bed like a cat to watch TV. Song Bai picked him up after taking a shower and lay down, lying down