After the top flow fans fell off the horse

"Let's shoot here today, call it a day." Following Yi and Yuzhong's energetic yell, all the crew members who were waiting with bated breath breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Everyone has worked hard." Song Rang took the water glass handed over by Xiao Xia, while thanking the staff on site.

This scene is the most important part of the whole script. It took two days to shoot. During these two days, everyone in the crew only slept for less than four hours. Everyone tensed up and cheered up. Tackle this climactic scene.

Song Rang, who had been hanging for more than ten hours, felt the pain on the inner sides of his thighs, especially when walking, the inner flesh would be rubbed on his trousers if he was not careful.

Yuan Maojia walked beside him, passing on his experience as someone who had experienced it: "It will be better if you walk with your legs slightly apart."

As he spoke, he made a live demonstration, and persuaded Song Rang very enthusiastically: "You try."

Yuan Maojia's knees are slightly bent, his feet are spread out, and his legs are spread apart to prevent the inside of his thighs from touching his pants, just like a duck.

Song Rang's expression is indescribable, he has always been a person with a lot of idol burden, especially in front of people, he pays more attention to his beautiful appearance than everything else, it doesn't matter how embarrassed he is when filming, but let him walk like a duck after the scene, He is extremely unwilling.

Even if he is killed by pain, he is not willing!

So he didn't accept Yuan Maojia's kindness, and with a strong spirit, enduring the pain, he quickly climbed into the car back to the hotel.

And desperately told Yuan Maojia: "It didn't hurt too much."

As soon as he returned to the room, his originally firm legs immediately softened like deflated rubber balls.

Song Rang ctrl+V copied Yuan Maojia's walking posture with legs apart, walked to the sofa and sat down, took off his pants quickly, and saw two deep purple red marks on the inside of his thighs. Song Rang couldn't help hissing from the pain even touching the tip.

He doesn't even have the strength to get up and change his clothes now, he just sits on the sofa with his shirt on and his bare legs, waiting for Xiao Xia to come back from the pharmacy to buy ointment for him.

The ointment was recommended by Yuan Maojia to Song Rang in the car, and he said it worked very well.

Subconsciously, Song Rang clicked on Xu Shixi's chat box again, facing the "Kaka" on his lap, there were two photos, and he was about to press the send button. He suddenly froze, and sent this kind of photo to Xu Shixi Is the west not so good?

But is Xu Shixi busy?

I have not replied to the messages I sent him during filming before.

It has become a habit for Song Rang to send messages to Xu Shixi in the past few days. At first, he used the music as an excuse to ask around, but no matter what he sent, Xu Shixi would always reply. Although the speed of replying messages was sometimes slow, but Every one will come back.

Even when Song Rang sent him good night before going to bed, he would reply, and when Song Rang woke up the next day and saw the good night he sent, he could logically send another sentence: [Xu Shixi, good morning. 】

Back and forth, Song Rang would tell Xu Shixi even such a big deal as what he had for breakfast.

The chat record still stays at the sentence [I'm going to film] sent by Song Rang more than two hours ago, and Xu Shixi didn't reply [OK].

Xu Shixi was so busy, Song Rang fell asleep lying on the sofa thinking about it.

Then he was woken up by knocking on the door. It was dark outside the window. He turned on his phone and checked the time. Half an hour had passed since he fell asleep.

Song Rang, who had just woken up, was still a little dazed. He was lying on the sofa staring at the ceiling in a daze. When the door was knocked slowly and forcefully again, he slowly regained his senses and got up to open the door.

Passing the entrance and seeing his bare legs in the mirror, Song Rang knocked on the head, then went back to the room and wrapped himself in a bathrobe before opening the door.

He thought it was Xiao Xia who came to deliver the medicine, so he turned around and walked into the room without even looking at the person outside the door.

Before going to bed, I only felt pain in the inner thighs, but now my waist and back hurt as well, and my arms and legs still feel like they have dropped a heavy weight. Song Rang now just wants to take a shower and roll on the bed to sleep.

He pointed to the living room and said to the people behind him, "Put the medicine on the table. You have worked hard today. Go back and rest early. Don't worry about me for dinner."

After the door was closed, there was no other movement. Song Rang was a little puzzled, and was about to turn his head when he heard the person behind him ask, "What medicine?"

Song froze the whole person.

"Xu Shixi?" His face was full of disbelief: "Why are you here?"

Xu Shixi was standing not far behind Song Rang, wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans with the hems tucked into Martin boots, making his legs a little too long.The light in the porch was not turned on, and Xu Shixi was wearing a peaked cap, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but this did not prevent Song Rang from confirming that it must be Xu Shixi himself just by hearing the voice.

"Come to work." Xu Shixi said.

Song Rang: "Huh?"

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out what kind of job Xu Shixi could have in their crew.

Xu Shixi explained: "Write songs for the crew."

When he said this, Song Rang remembered that he had heard from the director that several of their main characters had special character songs. At that time, Yuan Maojia asked him to guess who would write songs for them, but he was called by the director before he started guessing. After leaving, no one thought of it when I was busy filming.

He didn't expect it to be Xu Shixi, let alone that Xu Shixi would come directly to the crew to write songs.

Does that mean that he can work with Xu Shixi? ? ?

Song Rang was overjoyed, and before he could make a sound, the door was knocked again.

"It might be my assistant." Song Rang said.

Xu Shixi turned around and opened the door.

"Xiao Rang, besides the ointment that Brother Yuan mentioned, I bought several kinds for you, all of which were recommended by the clerk. You--" Xiaoxia said while lowering her head to take out the ointment from the plastic bag, saying Halfway through meeting Xu Shixi's face, he suddenly got stuck.

Xiao Xia was stunned, she moved her eyes to the side, and met Song Rang who poked his head out from behind Xu Shixi.

She first breathed a sigh of relief, she did not go to the wrong room.

Before she could think about it, Xu Shixi had already reached out to take the plastic bag with the logo of a certain pharmacy in her hand: "Give it to me."

"Ah? Oh, okay." Xiao Xia handed over the plastic bag in a daze.

Until the door closed in front of her again, N question marks slowly popped up on her head.

Why is Xu Shixi in Xiao Rang's room? ? ?

They have a good relationship? ? ?

In the room, Xu Shixi put the plastic bag on the coffee table, looked at the instructions on the ointment and asked Song Rang, "Where is the injury? Let me see."

As he spoke, he glanced at Song Rang. He looked like he was about to take a bath, although he was wrapped in a bathrobe but not wet.

After being swept away by his gaze, Song Rang remembered his own attire, and then followed his question to think of his wounds, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.

He scratched his head: "It's just hanging on Wia for too long."

Even if Xu Shixi wasn't filming, he had been in contact with Wia several times, and Yuan Maojia would cry every time he hanged Wia, so he naturally knew that hanging Wia was uncomfortable, and he immediately thought of where it hurt most serious.

Seeing that Song Rang's face was turning red, he nodded, consciously not to dwell on this topic: "Yuan Maojia has experience, let him teach you more."

"Brother Yuan has taken good care of me." Song Rang said, "He recommended these ointments and said they are very effective."

As he spoke, he suddenly thought of something, and asked Xu Shixi: "By the way, Xu Shixi, is there something you want to do with me?"

"En." Xu Shixi took out a square and flat box from his bag and handed it to him.

Song Rang asked: "Give it to me?"

Xu Shixi nodded.

"What?" Song Rang sat down next to Xu Shixi, had already opened a corner of the box, and hastily closed it again, then turned his head and asked, "Can I open it now?"

"Yes." Xu Shixi said.

Song Rang took it apart carefully and was stunned.

At the bottom of the case lay a CD and vinyl records.

CDs and records have completely different jacket styles.On the cover of the CD is a Q-version little boy hugging the sun, who wrote the word Song Rang crookedly with a crayon on the blackboard; and the cover of the record is full of photos taken by Song Rang. They were all repaired in a black and white style, spreading the entire envelope in a messy and orderly manner, and Song Rang pressed the two words on all the photos forcefully.

Song Rang recognized that this was Xu Shixi's handwriting.

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Song Rang looked at Xu Shixi and then at the things in his hands, looked at the things in his hands and then turned to look at Xu Shixi, a little incoherently said: "This is... send... no, I..."

In the end, he could only stare blankly at Xu Shixi, calling his name: "Xu Shixi."

Xu Shixi looked at him: "Huh?"

His appearance was clearly reflected in those dark eyes, with a tiny light shining at the bottom of the eyes: "Can I pinch you, I think it's a bit unreal."

Xu Shixi raised his eyebrows and stretched his forearm without saying anything.

"No, no, no." Song Rang couldn't do it at all, joking, which fan is willing to pinch his idol, "You should pinch me, pain can make me feel real!"

Song Rang stretched out his hand, and Xu Shixi said, "Then I pinched it?"

Song Rang: "Easy... Take it easy."

Before Xu Shixi's hand touched it, he had already retracted his hand and rubbed his arms: "Forget it, forget it, if you wake me up in pain, it won't be worth it."

As soon as the words fell, his forehead was suddenly shattered.

Song Rang's eyes widened in astonishment, and Xu Shixi asked him, "Does it hurt?"

His skin is tender, obviously Xu Shixi didn't use much force, but still left a light red mark on his forehead, he nodded blankly, and it took two seconds for him to react, not to cover his forehead but Covering his mouth, his eyes bent into the shape of a crescent, he said in surprise, "It's true!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Xu Shixi!!!"

"Did you specially design the cover of this Q version? Is it me? What is I holding in my arms? Egg yolk? Draw me so cute!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

"Xu Shixi, you are so kind, don't worry, I will love you forever!"

Song Rang couldn't stop the car when he was excited. He wished he could conjure up a CD player or phonograph on the spot. He took [-] photos of CDs and records, and wanted to post them on Weibo to show off, but he didn't dare to post them. He could only sneak around "Xu Shixi, can I set this villain as the avatar on Weibo?"

He pointed to the CD cover, and made a slight gesture: "I'll show it secretly." As if he was afraid of making Xu Shixi unhappy, he asked cautiously, "Is it okay?"

After speaking, the phone rang twice, and Xu Shixi said, "I sent you the original painting."

Ahhhhhhh, Song Rang wants to be a fan of Xu Shixi for the rest of his life! ! !

Song Rang roared wildly in his heart, and quickly changed the avatars of all the certified social software.

After the change, he admired it happily, and said a little smugly, "Xu Shixi, if you didn't say you came to work, I would have thought you were here to give me gifts."

He had already sat on the floor at this time, leaning back against the sofa, looking down at CDs and records that he couldn't get enough of, and a piece of whiteness was drawn from his neck and the collar of his bathrobe.

Xu Shixi's eyes fell on the slightly protruding joints of his neck, and he raised his hand to stroke his soft and smooth black hair.