I regret the one who agreed to live broadcast [Quick Transmigration]

After getting off the plane, we drove along the Yarlung Zangbo River road all the way to western Tibet, and the rolling snow-capped mountains finally appeared in front of us.

However, Ji Liang didn't care to watch this majestic and astonishing scenery, because in the whole group, he had the most severe altitude sickness.

The average altitude is 4500 meters. Visitors from Tibetan areas will more or less suffer from altitude sickness. Headache and tinnitus are the mildest symptoms. Ji Liang has already inhaled oxygen because of his physical condition and dyspnea. A heavy padded jacket curled up on the back seat, looking as pitiful as it could be.

From the moment he got off the plane, Shi Jie's face was terribly gloomy, as ugly as if the ashes had been wiped from the bottom of a pot, he pursed his lips tightly, cherishing words like gold.

Shen Dongqing followed along with her usual expression, feeling helpless towards her own film star: she was obviously worried that others would be restless, but she still acted like she had nothing to do with her, so arrogant!

The director Chu Tian didn't understand the weird atmosphere in the crew. After all, he was a young director. When a few Tibetan antelopes passed by the window, he exclaimed excitedly: "Well, Tibet can indeed cleanse people's souls. Freshmen!"

Screenwriter Liu Ru also excitedly held up the camera to take pictures, and he was amazed that he was a perfect match with Chutian.

To these two Ji Liang, he just smiled, and silently wrote a note to Shi Jie in his heart: If it wasn't for being with you, I wouldn't have come here to suffer!

The convoy marched for two hours, and finally stopped in front of a few small Tibetan buildings.

As early winter approached, the temperature in the Tibetan area was even lower by a few degrees. Ji Liang held the oxygen bottle and took his last breath, then slowly got out of the car followed by Gao Tian.

The azure sky poured down from the top of his head, and Ji Liang, with thin arms and legs, stood in the cold wind and politely accepted the pure white khata handed over by the Tibetans.

A group of people stayed in a small Tibetan-style building. At noon, the hospitable Tibetans prepared a sumptuous banquet. All kinds of Tibetan food filled the dining table: yak ribs, sheep blood sausage, highland barley wine, and a half-baked The name of the rice is Jesse.

Ji Liang already had a poor appetite, and the diet of the Tibetans was more traditional, and the smell of mutton made his stomach churn.

The rest of the crew ate in full swing, and even Shi Jie, who was born in a wealthy family, drank meat porridge quietly.

A little girl from a Tibetan family circled around her beautiful brother, looking at Shi Jie for a while, and Ji Liang for a while, maybe she saw this white and tender little brother who didn't eat anything, so she took out a piece of food graciously. A silver bowl filled with a few pieces of milk tofu, a smile appeared on the red face: "Brother, eat!"

Ji Liang smiled wryly in his heart, he really didn't want to let the little girl down, he swallowed that strange thing into his mouth like a jujube.

The little Tibetan girl smiled contentedly, and ran to add food to Shi Jie.

Ji Liang swallowed a little bit of milk tofu, and his viscera suddenly felt bad. While everyone was watching the hot roast leg of lamb, he quietly stood up and walked out.

I wanted to find a trash can to spit out the things in my mouth, but I couldn't find it after looking around, and was about to walk out of the small building with a sad face, when Shi Jie walked over with a cold face, holding a plastic bag in his hand.

"Spit it out." The man remained expressionless, and opened the plastic bag until he saw Ji Liang obeying obediently, and there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

Ji Liang was panting miserably, his delicate stomach screaming from hunger.

After disposing of the plastic bag, Shi Jie folded it back, stared at Ji Liang silently, stretched out his hand to pull up the sleeves of his wide padded jacket, and led Ji Liang to his room.

Ji Liang's heart trembled, and the man's seemingly cold side face became more and more handsome.

He followed behind Shi Jie step by step, stretched out his hand from his sleeve rustlingly, and held Shi Jie's hand without hesitation.

It was cool, but it made him feel at ease.

Shi Jie's body paused for a moment, his deep eyes fainted with heavy emotion, he spread out his palms, and firmly held the other's hand.

The arrogant actor still didn't speak.

The two of them kept quiet in tacit understanding. They walked all the way to the guest room on the third floor. Shi Jie placed him on his bed and stuffed a fluffy warm treasure into Ji Liang's arms. Then he opened the suitcase and took out the I bought a mini electric pot, a dozen eggs and a bag of longxu noodles.

Ji Liang: "..."

Virtuous, tsk tsk.

Shi Jie sensed Ji Liang's smug gaze, and explained dryly, "I'm not used to it either, it's just a matter of passing."

Ji Liang didn't expose him, his two green eyes like hungry wolves looked at the pot without blinking.

Shi Jie turned his back to cook the noodles for him, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Half an hour later, the egg noodles with excellent appearance were ready. Although the ingredients were a bit monotonous, the taste was inexplicably good.

The boy crossed his legs, huddled on the bed, and ate noodles with a pot in his hands. The discomfort in his stomach was gradually warmed by the hot noodle soup, and he felt tired all over his body, and his eyelids were a little heavy.

Seeing his little goblin being fed and dozing off in a daze, Shi Jie felt an unstoppable itch in his heart.

He still didn't speak, he took away the drained pot by himself, went back to the young man, stroked his hair, and said softly, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy."

Ji Liang squinted his eyes and raised his head, grabbed the man's arm and rubbed it against his cheek, breathing softly, and said warmly, "Stay with me."

I don't know if it was because of Ji Liang's physical discomfort, but the man's habitually paralyzed face actually showed a smile, and he didn't make any sarcastic words to tell him to get out, just let him say "um" in a low voice.

Ji Liang lay down on the spot, arched into the man's arms like a little animal seeking shelter, moved around to find the most comfortable angle, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

Shi Jie lowered his eyes to look at Ji Liang's sleeping profile, and the other's hot head was pressed against his chest, and he took a few breaths, even when he was sleeping, it touched his heartstrings.

He pursed his lips helplessly, endured the restlessness in his body, kissed the other person's forehead, and closed his eyes.

The director gave the whole group of actors a day to recuperate, and the next day, the filming of "There Are Traces to Follow" officially started.

Because the filming of the movie did not follow the timeline of the plot, the scene on the snowfield is that the hero Ming Han just knew that Gu Yu was an undercover police officer, but was chased and intercepted by the police during the transaction.

The two fled for their lives in the same car, but Gu Yu was shot to protect the male lead. What Ji Liang is about to film is the dying Gu Yu and the male lead's opponent.

This scene has extremely high requirements on the actors. There are not only big scenes of life-and-death police and robber chases, but also delicate emotional scenes.

Standing in the simple dressing room, Chu Tian danced and said, "Gu Yu's emotional details are very important, he is betting, with his own life, to see if Ming Han will follow suit after knowing that they are enemies. drop him..."

Ji Liang was painted with the same makeup as when he was injured by the makeup artist. His face and lips were pale, his forehead was red and swollen, and the clothes around his waist were thickly smeared with fake plasma.

This appearance made Liu Ru's heart ache. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that Ji Liang was Gu Yu. It was written in the image of the hero's conscience".

Ji Liang quietly listened to the director's narration, trying to figure out the character's determination to break the boat.

The environment on the lonely snowfield was harsh, the cold wind blew mercilessly on everyone's face, all the shooting machines were in place, and the director ordered the official start of shooting.

In the cramped and narrow compartment, Shi Jie stared coldly at the front, with his powerful arms resting on the steering wheel, he manipulated the steering wheel greatly, and the off-road vehicle twisted and twisted to dodge the pursuit of the police.

It was another thrilling drift, and Ji Liang slammed into the car door with his hands on his abdomen, and blood foam dripped from his mouth.

He frowned in pain, his tone was weak but joking: "Why...don't kill me?"

Shi Jie glanced at him expressionlessly, tore off his shirt and threw it to him to stop the bleeding: "Shut up!"

Ji Liang didn't care about his wound, closed his eyes with a pale face, and murmured softly: "You can't do this...you can't be cruel...how will you mess around in the future?"

The man driving the car stomped on the gas pedal angrily, and shouted, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you!"

Ji Liang, who was as angry as a silk, was not deterred by this. He looked at the other party's stern look, and said with a smile: "You don't need to kill me...you push me out of the car now...I will be beaten into a sieve...undercover agent In the eyes of the police, how much is it worth, ho..."

Shi Jie interrupted him with a loud voice: "...you have a good idea! If you dare to die, I will whip the corpse!"

The car body shook violently, one of the tires was scrapped, and it was about to be forced to stop, when the supporting convoy finally appeared in sight.

A fierce gun battle broke out in an instant, Ji Liang and Shi Jie stumbled out of the car, and fled to another car under the cover of their accomplices.

"Ka——perfect!" Chu Tian yelled with a loudspeaker, and everyone in the crew finally let out a sigh of relief.

Ji Liang ran all the way from the deafening explosions. At this time, he wanted to fall over because of the lack of oxygen. Before he could call Gao Tian to bring the oxygen cylinder, he was firmly hugged into a warm embrace.

Shi Jie's face was gloomy, he cast a glare at Ji Liang, and said angrily in a cold voice, "You still come to Tibet with me just because of your body? Do you want to die?"

Ji Liang was panting with difficulty, but there was joy in his eyes, he groaned, "I am willing... Can you control me?!"

Gao Tian screamed in a fuss, put the oxygen mask on Ji Liang's face, and complained impatiently: "I said you can't stand the climate here, you are running and jumping..."

He didn't continue to complain, because he saw the film king glanced at him with an uneasy expression, as if he was blaming him for not being good to others.

Chu Tian and Liu Ru also came up to ask questions. Ji Liang's ears turned red with embarrassment, and he apologized in a low voice: "Let me take my time, sorry for wasting everyone's time."

The genuine Liu Ru was full of pity, and felt that the child was really dedicated, so he quickly comforted him: "There are not many outdoor scenes in the Tibetan area, bear with it, and we will move indoors when we shoot another scene in the Buddhist hall."

Ji Liang nodded, turned his head to look at Shi Jie, and squeezed Shi Jie's fingers reassuringly.

He knew that Shi Jie was angry because he couldn't see him suffer.

This feeling of being pampered and loved by others is very subtle. He has already obtained it, but he is still afraid of all this disappearing in fear, so he can only hold on to this person, and hold on a little more.

Do everything possible to make this person love himself a little more, and feel sorry for himself a little more... With such an unforgettable love, he will always be by his side.

Ji Liang suddenly felt that in front of feelings, everyone is humble.

The day's drag racing scenes were filmed from early morning to sunset, and after the crew finished work, there was a Tibetan-style dinner as usual. Ji Liang was so tired that he waved his hands and went back to his room.

After taking a hot bath and adjusting it, Ji Liang, who was well washed, rolled over on the bed, his dripping black eyes became dishonest again.

He took out his mobile phone, found the head of Shi Jie's folded-eared cat, smiled seductively, and sent a WeChat message: I want to eat noodles, please feed me. [harassment.gif]

[System: I'm really embarrassed to read on. 】

[lv100 Ji Liang: Hey, did you change your name?By the way, where have all the people who eat melons gone? 】

[System: Don't be stupid, do you think the master will let others see how affectionate you are?They are just a string of data codes. 】

Ji Liang couldn't laugh or cry, but his heart was sweet. While listening to the movement outside the door, he fantasized that he was a plate of delicious desserts.

Come and eat me hee hee hee.

Sure enough, Emperor Shi did not reply to his message, but directly opened the door and entered.

There were still no extra words, the man made noodles cleanly, but unfortunately there was a troublemaker behind him who kept interfering with him.

For a while, Mi Chongliang coquettishly imitated other girls' acting like a baby, and then yelled presumptuously: "Beauty—come here and give me a kiss~"

Shi Jie, who was so annoyed, frowned, put down the things in his hand and pressed him into the quilt, threatening: "If you are not honest, be careful, I will kill you now."

Ji Liang looked at him lazily, and continued to provoke him: "You want me to be good... call my husband to listen."

Shi Jie rolled his Adam's apple, leaned down to cover his ignorant mouth, and slid his palms over the other's sensitive area, easily controlling the sovereignty, with a domineering tone: "...Who is who's husband? Huh?"

Ji Liang was caressed until it softened into a handful of spring water, her delicate and fair skin was like an egg with its shell peeled off, and she dared not make any mistakes: "Well...you are my husband..."

Shi Jie laughed lowly, put the other party's earlobe in his mouth, and imitated Ji Liang's tone just now: "Call out to my husband and listen."

Ji Liang blinked his foggy eyes, and read obediently: "...husband."