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Shen Ge experienced the coldest summer in 18 years.

"Mr. Shen, don't worry, we have already adjusted the temperature to one degree above zero, so there will be no frostbite in such a short period of time."

"Mr. Shen, the doctor is here. If there is an accident, he will take care of it. Don't worry."

Everyone knew to say these words to Shen Ge, even though they didn't understand why Shen Ge protected Ling Jiale like this.

People whisper:

"Is Teacher Shen a friend of Teacher Ling? Did Teacher Ling recommend you to join the group?"

"No way, those of us who came earlier have seen Teacher Ling lose his temper at Teacher Shen, and they didn't have a good relationship at that time."

"Because of drama?"

"Fart, how many people have you met on the set for so many years? It's all deceiving~ And our film has only just started shooting for a few days? The two protagonists just met, what kind of love is there?"

"Then how..."

"It's just that I can't see it simply. You can see that Mr. Shen's face is suitable for playing a hero. It's the kind of sword eyebrows and star eyes written in martial arts, with a sense of justice."

"What kind of sense of justice is this? The newcomer is still ignorant, and there are many more things on the set than this."

"That's true, maybe I haven't seen it before, and I can't accept it all at once... I still have to listen to the director, or I have to suffer. Teacher Shen must be feeling uncomfortable now, if it wasn't because of him..."

This is a huge freezer, as high as a table, about one meter wide and two meters long. It was transported from the canteen by the crew's truck, and then moved outside the set by six field workers.

This freezer can hold cold drinks, ice cream, and food for more than 300 crew members, and it can also hold one person.

Fortunately, it is a transparent sliding door, you can see the inside from the outside, and you can also see the outside from the inside.

Shen Ge suddenly thought of Ling Jiale's glass pavilion.

He opened the freezer door and stretched his hand in. A gust of cold air surged up and turned into clouds of white mist when it touched the hot air outside.

Shen Ge asked the staff next to him: "Is it over zero? Do we have to wait a while?"

"It's almost there. The door was left open when I was cleaning things just now, and the electricity was cut off in the middle. It's almost there. Mr. Shen, look, the ice has started to melt."

Shen Ge won't make trouble anymore.

He had already thought about it, it was him who caused Ling Jiale to suffer, and he should be responsible for it.

He put on a desperate posture, without any scruples, and he knew it clearly in his heart: If Wang Xu replaced him, it would be Wang Xu's breach of contract, and they couldn't get back the money he had already received.If he is serious, he will go home, continue to go to college, or do other jobs, he is not afraid.

What kind of star?What kind of actor?If being a star means suffering what Ling Jiale has suffered, and being an actor means everything before him, then these two things are like shoes to him. .

But Ling Jiale said: "I want to give it a try. What if it can produce good results? I want them to impress them."

"Even if the director just wanted to punish me and play tricks on me, and the shots in the end didn't look good, it's not that I, Ling Jiale, was afraid of suffering and didn't cooperate. They can no longer say that I am not professional."

When he said this, his eyes flashed with incomparable firmness, and because of the stupidity in his words, he showed a kind of blind courage, which was very disproportionate to his exquisite and beautiful appearance, so it was still moving.

Shen Ge was shocked, how could there be such a stupid person in this world?

He bent down, stretched his whole arm in, and pressed the frost on the inner wall of the refrigerator with his palm, reminding himself of the bone-chilling cold.

Ling Jiale looked into the freezer together with him, and also saw the thick ice on the wall, and shivered involuntarily.

"Afraid?"

Ling Jiale glanced at him, with the lethargy and fear of being consumed for more than ten hours, but still insisted: "Just treat it as winter for 10 minutes."

Who would wear only a short-sleeved shirt and remain motionless in the cold winter months?

Shen Ge cursed in a low voice: "Ling Jiale, you are a big fool."

Ling Jiale looked at him with her lips tightly pressed, and complained silently: Shouldn't you comfort me at this time?

Shen Ge looked away, took a deep breath, and turned his gaze back: "I've been watching you from here, and I raise my head when I'm afraid."

Ling Jiale nodded to him reliantly.

The recorder came over and "please" Ling Jiale to come in.

Ling Jiale stepped into one leg and stopped.

"Is it cold?" Shen Ge asked hurriedly.

Ling Jiale hesitated and stepped in with the other leg.

It was very cold, not the coolness of opening the refrigerator door in summer as he had imagined in advance, it was much colder than that.

"Don't sit down, don't touch the ice, protect your hands and neck, these are parts that dissipate heat quickly... don't be brave, don't be brave, come out wherever you feel pain, frostbite is not a trivial matter." Shen Ge warned worriedly .

Ling Jiale lightly squeezed his hand that was gesturing back and forth, and then squatted down.

The scene recorder looked inside, as he did every time before, to check whether everything was in order as instructed by the director, then closed the cabinet door and pressed the timer at the same time for 10 minutes.

At first Ling Jiale could still laugh, she raised her head and made a face at Shen Ge through the glass door.

After a while, he felt cold. Remembering Shen Ge's words, he put his hands into his arms ahead of time, retracted his neck, looked up at Shen Ge again, and saw that he had indeed been guarding above him, holding the freezer door with both hands and staring intently. Looking at himself, he buried his head in peace.

After a while, he began to feel uncomfortable, and this kind of shrinking was completely subconscious, and his body was tightly curled into a ball.

After an unknown amount of time, his teeth began to chatter, he breathed into his palms, and then desperately rubbed his arms exposed outside his short sleeves, looking up at Shen Ge from time to time.

The time seemed very long, he completely lost the concept of time, and his whole body began to tremble.

He counted the seconds in his heart, every second was suffering.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a "dong dong" sound above his head, reluctantly raised his head, and saw that it was Shen Ge knocking on the refrigerator door, looking at him anxiously.

Reluctantly, Ling Jiale took out a hand from the warmest embrace all over her body, and said "OK" to Shen Gebi tremblingly.

It's just that he didn't know that his face was pale at this time, and even his lips were so cold that they turned white.

It is not easy to recall the coldness of winter in summer, or the heat of summer in winter.

But at this moment, Shen Ge remembered that the first time he followed his father from his hometown to the north, it was the twelfth lunar month of winter.

He has never seen snow in his hometown. Hearing that the winter in the north is very cold, his grandparents specially bought him a thick coat.

But the moment he stepped out of the train, he was still shocked by the severe cold in the north.

It was a kind of cold that pierced his forehead, which made his blood freeze instantly and he couldn't move his feet.

The father carried the huge package on his back, bent down to hug him, and said with a smile in his hometown, "Is it cold?"

He warmed up immediately.

"It's time! It's time!" Chang Ji shouted excitedly, rushing to open the refrigerator door.

Shen Ge was faster than him. He pushed open the refrigerator door and picked up Ling Jiale, who couldn't stand up. arms.

Just like his father used to warm him with his arms, he also used his arms to warm the person in his arms.

A pair of cold hands separated the two of them.

Wang Xu took a look at Ling Jiale, and called to the makeup artist next to him: "The face is too pale, add some color."

The makeup artist immediately ran over and applied some blush on Ling Jiale's pale face, and then used lipstick on his trembling lips.

"Ms. Ling...you..." The make-up artist was really in a dilemma, she wanted to ask Ling Jiale not to shiver, but she also knew that it was difficult for others.

Shen Ge held Ling Jiale's two hands and put them to his mouth to breathe out, and his palms moved quickly on Ling Jiale's arms.

Ling Jiale got a little warmer, and stopped chattering teeth. The makeup artist took the opportunity to smear his lips twice quickly with his fingertips, turned his head and shouted at Wang Xu: "It's done!"

The machines have been waiting for a long time, only waiting for the two actors to be in place.

Wang Xu ran over and said to Ling Jiale: "Remember what I said before: [-]. Don't tremble! [-]. Wait for Zhang Song's words!" He retreated to the sidelines and waved his hand: "Start!"

Behind him is Shen Ge's warm body temperature, as tempting as a fireplace in winter, making him wish to lean over immediately.But he still had to wait for that line.

His head was frozen into chaos, but he also knew that if he couldn't wait for that word, he couldn't move around, otherwise all previous efforts would be wasted.

He didn't want to have that kind of long cold again.

"Do you like this? Do you like me touching you like this? Talk!"

Shen Ge's hand stroked his cold skin, warm and firm, comfortable and uncomfortable, which made him frown impatiently, bit his lips to restrain his body from shaking irregularly.

It is already very difficult not to let it move, and it is even more inhumane not to let it shake.

He is so cold, how can he say that he won't shake if he doesn't?He has tried his best to restrain himself, but he will still flinch slightly, and occasionally fight a cold war, which is even more pitiful.

It's just that his pity no longer belongs to himself, but belongs to Jiang Lu——that young man in the 90s who was trembling under the cold interrogation, Jiang Lu.

"Mute again? Talk! How much is it written in the advertisement?" Shen Ge shouted angrily.

In the 10 minutes just now, Shen Ge's mind was running fast, thinking, why Zhang Song was so angry?Why?How is he going to act this angry?Only once?

He couldn't figure it out, didn't have a clue, and became more and more frantic, until his resentment towards Wang Xu reached its peak - at that moment, he was finally enlightened.

Zhang Song was angry not only because of the advertisement written in the men's restroom that slandered and humiliated him, but also because of the unfair and unjust world, and the funny and ugly situation they formed because of this world.

No matter how indignant he is, he can't resist, just like him and Ling Jiale at this time.

Ling Jiale gritted her teeth and barely spoke her lines: "Fifty, RMB..."

Shen Ge sneered: "Fifty fast... They really dare to write, and you really dare to pay. How much living expenses do you have a month? Do you like men so much?"

Ling Jiale closed her eyes, couldn't think of anything, just waited for the line tensely, occasionally shivering.

Shen Ge took his hand out of his clothes, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, that hand moved to his chin, forcefully pulled his face to make him look back.

He subconsciously opened his eyes and saw Shen Ge's angry look.

Shen Ge's angry appearance was scary, Ling Jiale instinctively felt a little scared, but at the same time looked forward to it, hoping that he would say that line quickly.

If you say it, he won't have to feel uncomfortable.

Shen Ge's eyes gradually changed, from anger to an inexplicable emotion, which made Ling Jiale's heart tremble.

When he stopped being angry, Ling Jiale became more courageous, and the expectation in his eyes became more obvious, urging from the bottom of his heart: "Say it quickly, say that sentence quickly!"

His eyes were so wide open that tears even leaked out of them unintentionally, but they were still bright and full of expectation.He suffered so much, trembling with fear, but still couldn't stop the pure light in his eyes.

It is a very imaginative look, and one can see a great deal in that face.

For example, when Zhang Song saw this expression, he understood everything: this poor thing in front of him is really stupid, he probably hasn't figured out what "disease" he has until today, and he has never met a "similar" .

At what age did he realize that he was "ill"?Thirteen or fourteen, or even earlier, eleven or twelve?In the following years, he always thought that he was the only "pervert" in the world, the only "scum" in the world.

Such a cowardly person, because he was so stupid, pinned all his expectations on a phone number written on the wall of the men's toilet and a stranger who treated him very badly.

Such a stupid guy is much more pitiful than Zhang Song.

He let go of Jiang Lu's hand, and hugged him gently: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I am too, I am the same as you, I am also..."

Ling Jiale had waited for this line for too long, but she didn't react immediately when she heard it at the first glance. She continued to freeze for a few seconds before she became ecstatic, and leaned softly into the warmth behind her like a flower that thawed in an instant, greedy Gently soaked Shen Ge's body temperature.

Shen Ge folded his arms and hugged him tightly, melting all the cold and trembling into his body.

During this long day, he experienced countless times of "start!" Gradually an empty shell was formed, and only a few strings were tightly stretched, desperately connecting his flesh and blood.

It wasn't until this time that the tip of his nose touched Ling Jiale's cold hair that he suddenly realized how tired he was.

At this moment, not only was he hugging Ling Jiale, but also Ling Jiale was supporting him.

Those strings relaxed, and he seemed to take his first breath of the day, in Ling Jiale's cool and fragrant hair.

However, he is still awake, he knows who he is and who this person in his arms is.He is not Zhang Song, and Ling Jiale is not Jiang Lu.

In such an extremely sober state, he acquiesced to Zhang Song's feelings occupying his body, and willingly accepted Zhang Song's responsibility at this moment.

That's it for this shot.

Shen Ge lowered his head slightly, replaced the position of the tip of his nose with his lips, and kissed Ling Jiale's hair lightly.

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To dear readers: the next chapter is about to enter V.I originally planned to enter 10 words, but I just wrote this set of scenes at that time, and I felt stuck here would be very unfriendly to readers who are inconvenient to subscribe, so I finished writing this set of scenes, and explained part of the motivation for Wang Xu to be so ghostly tonight (director Views do not represent the author's point of view), Zhang Song's identity and some emotional basis of the two people in the play.

Of course, there are still many plots in the future, such as will this kiss bring about any changes?Someone is going to join the group soon, who will it be, and what will they do?Will they be together after filming, or will they part ways after the shutdown ceremony like many actors do, and devote themselves to new works?What kind of influence and connection will there be between the two actors in the play, the two characters in the play, and the director who is always standing behind the camera?Will Shen Ge's career go smoothly?How high can he rise in this industry?Will Ling Jiale continue to be an actor?Can he find his place?

The title of this volume is "deep focus lens", which refers to clearly incorporating far, medium and close shots into the picture, guiding the audience's sight to move from near to far, until they see the secret hidden in the back.

PS: Chapter V needs to be reviewed and the staff will go to work on Monday, so the update will be later, but it will be thick and long, with a rigid standard of 6000 words...