Star Chaser [Entertainment]

Wen Qing's play was in the afternoon, and in the morning he came to learn martial arts moves from Master Wu Zhi.By the way, take time to watch the filming scene.

"The wound is open." He reminded kindly, with a calm expression, just like reminding others that their tie is crooked at a reception.

Ai Changle raised his hand and saw that it was indeed cracked. He felt pain just now when filming, and thought it was a normal pain.Originally, it was only two days away from the scratch, and the wound was only showing a tendency to scab. The flesh on both sides had just grown together and was still very fragile. It is normal for the wound to crack now.

"Oh, it's okay, I'll go to the clinic later." He took out a tissue from his backpack and pressed it to stop the bleeding.

In order to appear as an upright and pure man in front of Wen Qing, he tried very hard not to yell.

It won't hurt, it won't hurt, he said it won't hurt.

"My RV has a first aid kit. If you don't mind, you can go up and bandage it."

Wen Qing threw out the olive branch politely, with a calm face and elegant posture, as if Zhong Ran was standing in front of him, he would do the same.

Ai Changle couldn't hear these words: "Of course I don't mind! Just don't disturb your work."

The corners of Wen Qing's lips raised slightly, and he glanced at his phone: "Teacher Wu Zhi gave me a 30-minute break, so I have time."

"okay!"

The specifications of Wen Qing's RV belong to the mid-range level, it will be quite crowded for four people, and it is more than enough for one person to rest, but for two people, it is just right.

Ai Changle is the "just right".

The only communication he has had with RVs in his life is the hype on the Internet.Wen Qing's RV is not that luxurious, it is obviously only used for resting.Sometimes it takes less than an hour to wait for the filming in the middle of the night, and it is too much trouble to go back to the hotel, and there is nothing to do sitting down there, so you can take a rest in the RV.

"It's the first time for me to get in a RV." Ai Changle's heart was pounding, and he was sitting on the leather sofa at the door very obediently, but his heart was already surging like a tsunami.

This is my husband's RV!RV!Rounding off is his room!A room that smells like him!

He watched a TV series before and said that he can see a person's personality traits from his living environment.He felt that what he said made sense, so he glanced left and right to look at the internal structure here.

The black and white decoration is simple and steady, not exaggerated or fancy, which shows that Wen Qing is usually a quiet and not impetuous person.A geometric metal artwork is placed on the square table, and two retro quills are inserted in the pen holder next to it, which shows that he values ​​the sense of ritual in life.Opposite the table and chairs is a small tea room, which has been wiped clean, but judging from the row of raw materials on the shelves, he often mixes things to drink.The bottle with "MilkTea" printed on it is used the most. When Ai Changle saw it, he was about to burst into tears - the man who can mix drinks is already very good, and the one who can make milk tea should be hugged and raised high? !

"Do whatever you want, treat it as your own home." Wen Qing took out the first-aid kit from the small cabinet on the wall, and opened it on the table in front of Ai Changle.

The first aid kit is divided into two layers, the lower layer is some cold medicine, and the upper layer is some wound medicine and dressing tools.The contents inside are complete, including disinfectant alcohol, disposable gauze, cotton balls, iodophor, safflower oil, and some medicine that Ai Changle can't name. It is no problem to treat his small open wound.

Ai Changle glanced at it hastily, and found that the things inside were neatly organized into categories. Even though there were so many, they looked orderly and did not feel chaotic.But how many times have you been injured before you are so fully prepared?

"Brother Qing, do you often get hurt when filming?" Ai Changle, who was always afraid of pain, didn't take care of his precious fingers this time, but went to ask Wen Qing first.

Wen Qing had already gotten used to his erratic thinking mode, so she answered his question first: "It's all minor injuries. An action scene wouldn't be called an action scene without injuries." Then the focus of the conversation was shifted away from herself. Come out and ask, "Do you have a show this afternoon?"

Ai Changle took out his mobile phone to check, "No."

Wen Qing nodded, "Then I'll bandage it for you."

Like him, Xiao Taozi holds acting in a very sacred place in her heart. If she is filming with an injury, her first reaction is whether she will go through the gang.If you want to shoot in the afternoon, even if you bandage him now, it won't last long. At most, you can put a Band-Aid on him.

"Thank you, Brother Qing." Ai Changle was a bit curious while shy - where did Cheng Jiajun go?Generally, even if an artist sees a colleague injured and wants to help, most of them will let the assistant do it.Wen Qing actually did it himself, is it so free to be his assistant?

"It's going to be sterilized, it hurts a bit." Wen Qing opened a sterilized cotton ball, grabbed it out with tweezers, and then held up Ai Changle's injured hand, ready to sterilize.

"Hey!" Ai Changle twitched.

Wen Qing stopped, the cotton ball hadn't even touched the wound: "What's wrong?"

Ai Changle quickly found an excuse: "Static electricity."

He stretched out his hand very cooperatively, and gave a thumbs up to make it easier for Wen Qing to operate.But his expression of being so calm that he could go to the parent-teacher meeting couldn't conceal the throbbing in his heart—just now, Wen Qing touched his hand.

There is no space, no gloves, skin to skin—rounded up, they are skin-to-skin.

Wen Qing laughed silently, with the breeze and the moon shining between his brows and eyes, if this scene was filmed, there would probably be a bunch of fans going crazy.However, Ai Changle was doomed to miss this smile, because like the countless times before, he did not dare to look directly at Wen Qing, but obediently stared at the hand being disinfected, without moving.

So, the smile became more presumptuous.

"hiss--"

The moment the alcohol got into the wound, it was as if a thousand needles were piercing it.Ai Changle tried his best to control it, so he didn't scream like he did in the hospital that day.

Pain pain pain pain!

It's all the fault of the knife, which cut his hand after using it well!

And Zhong Ran, that villain!

Damn, hate, hate———

Eh?

He was cursing in his heart, and by the way imagining the scene of hanging Zhong Ran on the string to fly a kite, the sharp pain suddenly subsided.

When he came back to his senses, he was seeing Wen Qing wiping his wound with an alcohol cotton ball while blowing gently.

From Ai Changle's point of view, it was just enough to bring his sharp side face into his eyes.The slender eyelashes because of drooping eyes, the straight bridge of the nose, and the sexy lips that shrink slightly for blowing.

Because the curtains are closed, there is only the white light of the fluorescent lamp in the room, which is bright and clean, like a distant foreign land illuminated by moonlight, rivers, mountains and rivers, all covered with a layer of luminous white light, just like the moonlight-like people in front of you.

At that moment, Ai Changle hoped that the time-space static magic in fairy tales could happen.

The author has something to say: sweet honey~ you smile sweetly~ like flowers blooming in the spring breeze~