After the top flow fans fell off the horse

"Crack!" On the set, following Yi Heyu's yell, everyone stopped what they were doing and waited with bated breath until his breathless voice pierced into everyone's ears through the horn, " This one is over, Song Rang and Yuan Maojia are done!"

The completion of the two leading actors means that the four-month filming has come to an end.

Song Rang stood there in a daze, unable to recover.

Until there was a bang, the staff opened the fireworks: "Congratulations to Xiao Rang and Brother Yuan for their finale!!!"

Colored papers fell all over Song Rang's shoulders, Yuan Maojia opened his arms to him, and smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth but eyes: "Xiao Rang, happy ending."

Before Song Rang raised his arm, a force pushed him into Yuan Maojia's arms. He and Yuan Maojia were squeezed in the middle by the staff swarming from all directions, and their ears were full of laughter.

Song Rang looked across the crowd at Xu Shixi who was standing beside Yi and Yu.

The Polaroid camera in Xu Shixi's hand was pointed at them, and Song Rang took out his hand from the crowd with great difficulty, and compared the scissors hands to the camera.

Looking at the hand that was submerged in the crowd and couldn't even see the face, but still stubbornly emerged from the top of the crowd, Xu Shixi smiled and pressed the shutter.

The crew had already arranged a wrap-up banquet at the hotel where they were staying.

Except for some who had already left the group in advance, the entire crew had hundreds of people, and they directly occupied the banquet hall on the first floor of the hotel.

In addition to the wrap-up banquet, all crews usually have a kick-off banquet, the former is to celebrate the latter is to get to know each other before the start of the shoot, but Song Rang has never participated in either the start-up banquet or the wrap-up banquet.

Although they were all familiar people, he was still a little embarrassed. He didn't participate in their cup-changing, and silently ate with his head down.

Yuan Maojia, who was originally sitting next to him, had already gone to other tables with his wine glass like a courtesan.

He has always disliked such occasions, and he doesn't even go to various parties in the fashion industry. The event with the most people he has attended is Xu Shixi's concert.

Thinking of Xu Shixi, Song Rang glanced at the second seat on his left. That was Xu Shixi's seat, but the seat was also empty now.

He looked around, but did not find Xu Shixi's figure.

Song Rang lowered his eyes and fed a spoonful of soup into his mouth.

He didn't know how to face Xu Shixi in the past two days. Whenever he saw him, he would think of his going behind the scenes, and his words of being tired of being an idol kept ringing in his ears repeatedly.

Song Rang couldn't digest it for a while, so he could only avoid him intentionally or unintentionally.

And Xu Shixi should also know that he heard it...

Song Rang was so dazed that he didn't realize that the soup in the bowl had been finished, and he was still feeding air into his mouth spoon by spoon.

"Xiao Rang!" A hand slammed on his shoulder, Song Rang was startled, and the porcelain spoon fell into the bowl with a crisp sound.

"What are you thinking so seriously?" The director of photography knocked on his bowl, "There's not even a drop of soup in the bowl, and you can still drink it."

"It's nothing." Just as Song Rang finished speaking, a glass of red wine was pushed in front of him.

The director of photography blinked: "Have a drink?"

"No more." Song Rang pushed the red wine glass back, "I'll just drink the juice."

"What's good about juice?"

"That's right, Xiao Rang, it's not interesting when we drink and you drink juice."

"Xiao Rang, I really thought you were just a vase who knew nothing before, but now I declare that you, Song Rang, are the cutest handsome guy in the world!"

"Xiao Rang, you must be popular when our show airs, come, come, let's have a drink to celebrate."

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The reason why Song Rang doesn't like this kind of occasion is that it is an indispensable part of persuading people to drink. If it's just one person, it's fine. He firmly refuses the other party several times and doesn't force it, but more than a dozen No. 20 people line up Toast, everyone is happy, Song Rang can't do such a disappointing thing.

Although Song Rang doesn't like to drink very much, he can drink a lot. After drinking a few glasses of red wine, his expression didn't change. Seeing this, the others boasted that he was hiding his secrets and never got drunk, while holding up the wine glasses and coming forward.

When Xu Shixi came back after answering the phone, what he saw was Song Rang holding up his wine glass to clink glasses with others. The collision between the walls of the glass caused the liquid inside to shake.

Song Rang's black eyes shone like they had been soaked in wine, and when he saw him, he opened his mouth: "Xu Shixi, are you back?"

He pointed to Yuan Maojia who was lying on the table next to him and complained: "Brother Yuan is too good, I can't drink it."

Xu Shixi glanced at the table, the wine bottles on the table were messy, red and white: "How much did you drink?"

"Not much, not much." Song Rang counted on his fingers, but couldn't figure out why, and said confidently, "It's not much anyway."

He moved his butt to the side, gave Xu Shixi half of the stool, and patted: "Xu Shixi, sit down."

Xu Shixi looked at him and sat in the empty seat on the other side of him.

Song Rang pursed his lips in disappointment, and leaned towards him with the stool, until the shoulders of the two of them were touching, and their thighs were touching their thighs.

He smiled and asked Xu Shixi: "Do you want to drink?"

As Song Rang said, he stretched out his hand to pour the wine, and handed the glass he had drunk to Xu Shixi's lips, fluttering his thick black eyelashes: "Drink, Xu Shixi."

Xu Shixi held down the wine glass: "Song Rang, you are drunk."

"I'm not." Song Rang frowned, looked around, as if wanting to prove that he was not drunk, he pointed to several people and reported their names accurately, "Look, I'm not drunk."

He doesn't look good when he drinks, his eyes are sober, he doesn't cry, make trouble, or sleep, and his behavior is normal, he really doesn't look like a drunk person.

The only strange thing about him was that he was extremely clingy to Xu Shixi.

It's not like he was about to hide when he saw him a few days ago, and he just wanted to stick to Xu Shixi's body, squeezed next to Xu Shixi all the time, and even waited for him outside the cubicle door when he went to the bathroom.

When Xu Shixi washed his hands, he also squeezed over and put his hand under the same stream of water: "Xu Shixi, wash me for me."

Even if Song Rang got close to Xu Shixi in normal times, he would not be able to do such a thing.

If he was still not drunk, then the drunk person was probably Xu Shixi who hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol.

The hotel's hand sanitizer is automatic, and when Xu Shixi stretched out his hand, the powdery liquid fell into his palm. He rubbed the water on his hand twice, and said to Song Rang, "Extend your hand."

Song Rang stretched out his hand obediently.

In September, the hotel was fully air-conditioned, and both of their hands had just passed the cold water. They didn't know who was colder than the other when they grabbed each other, and their hands were slippery and tangled together.

Xu Shixi's hand was two sizes larger than Song Rang's, and he held his palm with his fingertips, rubbing each of his fingers carefully.

Song Rang's hands were slender and beautiful like everyone else's, with round and full nails and soft finger pads, which were obviously different from Xu Shixi's hands with sharp joints.

"That hand." Song Rang instructed one movement at a time, and obediently handed the other hand to Xu Shixi.

Xu Shixi lowered his eyes to help him wash his hands, and Song Rang stared at him without blinking.

"What are you looking at me for?" Xu Shixi raised his eyelids to look at him, and put his hand under the hand sanitizer.

"Xu Shixi." Song Rang called his name, but he didn't speak.

Xu Shixi: "Huh?"

It wasn't until he answered that Song Rang said again: "I didn't hide from you on purpose."

After a pause, Xu Shixi took both of Song Rang's hands under the faucet. The automatic faucet sensed something and spit out a column of water. Dense foam flowed down the water from between their fingers, accumulated in the drain, and disappeared little by little.

Xu Shixi carefully washed the foam off Song Rang's hands, and said "hmm".

At this time, Song Rang is like a voice-activated doll. Xu Shixi must make a sound before he responds: "I figured it out, Xu Shixi on the stage is Xu Shixi, and Xu Shixi off the stage is also Xu Shixi." Shixi, even if you don't become an idol, you are still Xu Shixi, and I still like you and support you."

"I wipe you?" Xu Shixi pulled a piece of absorbent paper.

Song Rang passed his hand in front of him: "You wipe."

Gently helping Song Rang dry his hands, he ordered some more hand cream on the tray: "Wipe the orange flavored one."

Xu Shixi glanced at the hand cream on the tray: "It doesn't smell like orange."

"That." Song Rang pointed.

"It smells like roses." Xu Shixi said.

"Orange flavor." Song Rang put the hand cream in front of Xu Shixi's eyes, pointed at the rose pattern on it, "Look, orange."

Xu Shixi laughed, took the hand cream out of his hand, lifted the cap and squeezed it onto the back of his hand to apply it: "Well, it's an orange."

The author has something to say: u1s1, I've been handwashed to the point of _(:з」∠)_

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