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Shen Ge had an idea.

He went to the executive director, who said he had to ask Director Wang, so Shen Ge went to Wang Xu's office.

Probably only the director and one of the leading actors in the entire crew never took the dining time of the cafeteria to heart.It's just that Wang Xugang was hospitalized because of stomach bleeding, and people couldn't help but be amazed at his waywardness.

When Shen Ge knocked on the door of Wang Xu's room, he saw the director sitting in front of the computer and staring at the screen as usual, carefully reviewing the materials shot that day like a military parade, with half a bread and half a bottle of water on hand.

After he entered the room and closed the door, Wang Xu took the time to look back at him: "Sit down." Then he continued to look at the screen, only paying [-]% of his attention, and asked slowly: "...what's the matter?" ?”

Shen Ge looked around and found that the room was more messy than the last time he came here, and there was no place to sit at all.

"Director, I would like to borrow from you the twelve shots that Ling Jiale took today, the one that stumbled."

Wang Xu finally turned his head, and the ergonomic chair under his buttocks turned half a circle, "What is it for?"

Shen Ge stayed in Wang Xu's office for more than two hours before coming out.

He ran all the way back to the dormitory building, and went straight to the third floor. When he turned a corner, he remembered something, looked down at his sweaty vest, and ran downstairs to the water room to take a cold shower, put on new clothes before running up again.

Xiao Li opened the door, and he looked inside, and saw Ling Jiale was sitting cross-legged on the bed on the phone, with an overly serious expression on his face.

He saw Shen Ge standing at the door, and gestured to him, meaning "come in".

There are too many things in their house, two beds, two cabinets, and so many sundries.Shen Ge seemed to occupy more space than ordinary people.He slammed the club in the limited space, making people feel that he had filled up the last bit of space in the hut.

Xiao Li pointed to the only chair and asked him to sit down, Shen Ge shook his head, and stood there listening to Ling Jiale say to the other end of the phone: "...but you posted those microblogs before, those... ...The chat record was intercepted by you yourself, and you specifically picked that kind of conversation, making me look like a big fool who made trouble out of no reason, dare you say that you didn't do it on purpose?..."

He suddenly glanced at Shen Ge, turned his body slightly to hide his expression, and said in a low voice with resentment: "...you still ask me this kind of question now? What about you? Have you ever loved me?"

He didn't hide a lot of embarrassment from Chen Ge, but at this moment he was very concerned about Shen Ge listening to him.

Ling Jiale waved a sharp knife irritably to cut off the mess: "...Forget it, it doesn't matter...it's okay, I accept your apology, that's it! Don't call me in the future, and don't look for my brother, just look for me. It's useless to anyone, I won't pick it up...it's unnecessary, don't contact me anymore."

When he hung up the phone, Shen Ge only asked, "Go to my room?"

Ling Jiale got out of bed, put on her slippers, and followed him out.

Even though they were all the same room, Shen Ge's room seemed much more spacious, and the fan blades above his head rotated to smoothly bring in cold air.

The two sat side by side by the bed, and Shen Ge showed him his mobile phone as if asking for credit: "I edited it with the director."

The crew of "Sweat Through Clothes" released a new video on their official Weibo account: A good movie is one that strives for perfection, not perfunctory to the audience, but unambiguous to oneself.

The video shows the twelve somersaults that Ling Jiale fell, with a COSCO lens, the scars on his arms are not exposed, but it can be seen that his drunk posture is becoming more and more natural, until it is perfect, and finally freezes on Jiang Lu sitting on the ground in frustration , crossed his arms to see the blood flowing from his elbow.

"Oh, it hurts just looking at it! What a fall!"

"Is this Ling Jiale? So dedicated! I'm impressed."

"Is that really bleeding?"

"I think he acted very well. Before the fall, he didn't see any fear at all, and he looked quite happy. The moment he fell, he looked dazed, and his reaction was half a beat. Did he drink too much?"

Shen Ge pointed to this comment, and said to Ling Jiale excitedly: "Look! Someone understands it! Just this one shot, he can see that you are drinking too much, which means you acted right!"

Ling Jiale bit her lips happily and shyly, and looked at Shen Ge with sparkling eyes: "You and the director cut it together?"

Shen Ge deliberately acted calm, and said in an understatement tone: "Yes, I suddenly had such an idea, so I went to Director Wang, and then Director Wang took me to cut those few shots into a complete video. I At first I thought that editing was just to string together the various clips, but I didn’t expect it to be quite complicated, and I learned a lot..."

Ling Jiale listened to his boastful talk, the smile on his face became fuller and a little shy, "Actually, it's not worth promoting like this. Isn't this what actors have to do?"

Shen Ge didn't let him be too humble, "It's really not! Not every actor can throw himself twelve times like this and still not cry!"

Ling Jiale lowered her eyes and smiled, "I'm always causing trouble for the production crew, and I should have done it..."

He lowered his head and continued to look at his phone.

"Is it a bit exaggerated? Is it necessary to take so many times?"

It's so funny, once there is one bad comment, other bad comments flock to it as if they found an organization.

"Hype it up."

"Long time to see you, 0+ is also starting to speculate on acting skills."

"What kind of acting skill is throwing somersaults?"

"Next, Ling Jiale will definitely post a band-aid on Weibo."

"Nowadays, all fresh meat is called sacrifice. It's really an insult to the word sacrifice."

"Fresh meat? Smelly meat..."

"Did he get photographed kissing Du Wen while he was dating that woman?"

Shen Ge covered the screen, took the phone away from Ling Jiale, and put it upside down on the table.

The room froze for a moment, Ling Jiale stood up and took Shen Ge's script from the other side of the table, turned to the part to be filmed tomorrow, and placed it between the two, "Let's check the lines for tomorrow..."

He found the line with his fingers, and read: "Aren't you going to this hotel?"

"I'm bleeding, I'm still thinking about that, I'm going to buy Yunnan Baiyao."

"no need."

"No, you have to listen to me."

Ling Jiale looked at Shen Ge helplessly: "You have to be a little emotional, it's time to read the text."

Shen Ge sighed and closed the script, "Let me see your arm."

Ling Jiale had no choice but to raise his arm to reveal the abrasion on his forearm and the blood scab on his elbow. He only sprayed some anti-inflammatory spray and did not do any extra treatment, because his wound will be used in tomorrow's filming.

"Where's the knee?"

Ling Jiale kicked off the slippers, stepped on the edge of the bed with his heels, and pulled up the legs of the pajama pants above his knees. The redness and swelling had turned into bruises, and the whole leg was pearly white, which made the big black area extraordinarily ferocious.

"It should be a cold compress." Shen Ge said with a frown.

Apply cold compresses first, then hot compresses, the congestion can be eliminated a lot, and the pain will not be so painful.

But no.

"The director said that the wound will be repaired in two days, and the next shot will be used." Ling Jiale put down her trouser legs nonchalantly, stuffed her feet back into the slippers, and said with a smile: "But according to my experience, it will be healed after two days." It's almost better, these are minor injuries, nothing more."

He felt Shen Ge's distress.

He didn't want to see others suffer because of him, so he subconsciously wanted to cheer him up.

"Listen to the song."

"Ok?"

Ling Jiale picked up the phone and pointed it at Shen Ge's face, pretending to be lively and shouting: "Unlock!"

After unlocking it, Ling Jiale flipped through the programs in his mobile phone, and downloaded a new application for Shen Ge without treating himself as an outsider, and said to him: "I will use this to listen to songs in the future, this song library is the best. Complete."

Shen Ge finally laughed and shook his head helplessly, but he didn't persuade him not to mess around with other people's mobile phones in the future.

He secretly realized that Ling Jiale would not be so casual in front of most people.

After the new app was downloaded, Ling Jiale asked Shen Ge to register again.Shen Ge hated this step the most, and directly used his Weibo account.

"Electric cars can't carry people?" Ling Jiale laughed loudly, "What's the name?"

Shen Ge felt a little embarrassed, "It was the day... the day I sent you home, I registered an account, I created it at random."

Ling Jiale didn't think much about why the account was registered that day, but only thought that it was the first day he and Shen Ge met.

"Are we not acquainted with each other?" Ling Jiale asked absent-mindedly while looking for a song.

Shen Ge remembered that he used to grab Ling Jiale's collar to show his prestige, and his expression changed immediately, "I'm sorry."

Ling Jiale glanced at him inexplicably, lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the phone, "... I'm so nervous." He set the phone up against the cup, "Try this playlist!"

The music started, and Ling Jiale's body relaxed visibly, leaning against the head of the bed and shaking her body slightly, which was completely different from the relaxedness she had deliberately pretended just now.

But he immediately went to touch the phone again and complained: "Your phone's sound effect is really bad."

Shen Ge couldn't help feeling embarrassed when he thought of the high-end audio equipment in his home.

Ling Jiale's eyes lit up suddenly, as if he suddenly thought of a good idea: "Let's make a speaker by ourselves!"

Shen Ge: "..."

"Is it okay? It's easy, just use a cardboard box and disposable paper cups."

"Okay." Shen Ge got up to look for these two things.

"Ah, and a knife and scissors."

"it is good."

"I read it online, it's very simple." Ling Jiale said.

He used a disposable paper cup to draw a few circles on the carton, and then took a paper knife to cut along the drawn line, making a "stabbling" sound, almost covering the music.

Every time the paper cutter went down, the sharp blade seemed to rub against Ling Jiale's fingers.

Shen Ge watched for a few seconds, couldn't take it anymore, got up and pressed his hand, "I'll do it."

Following Ling Jiale's instructions, he cut the bottoms of several paper cups and stuffed them into the holes dug out of the cartons.

Ling Jiale cheerfully put the mobile phone into the cardboard box, and gave Shen Ge that kind of wink, meaning to let him wait and see.

There is no qualitative change, and the volume is even lower, which makes the sound of the fan above the head appear majestic.

"What, it's a lie again!" Ling Jiale took out the phone and put it on the table in disappointment.

Shen Ge suppressed a smile and took his own big teacup, and threw the phone into it. The voice immediately became much louder, and the sound quality seemed to be fuller.

Ling Jiale lay down on the table, took out the mobile phone from the big teacup, stuffed it in, listened to the sound of the music fluctuating, looked at Shen Ge curiously, as if he had discovered some surprise and miracle: "Why are you so good at it! What is the principle of this?"

Shen Ge's gaze swept from his vivid eyebrows to his tiptoed heels—the white and round one, which was separated from the slippers, and the slippers hanging on the toes were bouncing with the rhythm of the music—and then moved back to There was a smile on his innocent face: "The superposition principle of sound waves."

Ling Jiale: "?"

He rolled his eyes and put the phone back into the teacup, "Let's dance!"

Shen Ge: "!?"

"How can you dance while dressed like this?" Shen Ge evaded.

He was wearing big underpants and a big vest, and Ling Jiale was wearing loose pajamas and pajamas.

Ling Jiale pushed him with a smile, kicked off the slippers, and stepped on the ground barefoot, "Isn't that all right?"

"You are hurt--"

"Oh, what a big deal!"

Shen Ge had no choice but to stand up, and was pushed to the open space in the middle of the room by him.

"Dancing, dancing, don't you know how to slow dance? I'll teach you!" Ling Jiale played with his back, and said solemnly: "How can Zhang Song not know how to dance!"

Shen Ge was rubbed by him until his whole body went limp, and shrank back shyly, "Didn't you let me hug you?"

Ling Jiale paused, and then said with a dignified face, "You're not sweating now."

He held Shen Ge's waist and ordered: "Put your hands on my shoulders."

Shen Ge sweetly followed suit.

"Relax."

Shen Ge worked hard.

Ling Jiale also seemed a little unnatural, because he had been refusing to look directly at Shen Ge, and only looked out of the window over his shoulder.

But at the moment he really wants to dance with Shen Ge.

The music was melodious and beautiful, and the body swayed involuntarily. Ling Jiale supported Shen Ge's waist with both hands, and his feet moved gently.

The rhythm was uploaded from the feet, and passed to Shen Ge through the part where the two joined, and Shen Ge swayed with him.

"Oh——" Ling Jiale raised his feet and jumped on the spot twice.

Shen Ge squatted down very sorry, "Does it hurt you?"

Ling Jiale moved her toes under his nose, then stepped on his slippers: "Why don't you take off your shoes?"

Shen Ge had no choice but to obediently take off his shoes and go barefoot like him.

This kind of dance is actually the simplest. There are no dance steps at all, let alone rules. It is just the body making its own decisions, moving with the rhythm of the music and mood.

Shen Ge quickly learned it, closed his eyes, didn't dare to think about anything, tried his best to find the rhythm through the loud heartbeat, and swayed left and right with Ling Jiale's body.

"They dance like this at the Black Lantern Ball." Ling Jiale seemed to be closer than before. There must have been half a meter between the two of them just now. Now Ling Jiale lowered her head slightly, and her hair was about to touch him chest up.

"……Um."

"The Black Lantern Dance... dating at that time was so interesting." Ling Jiale chuckled, "I think, if I lived at that time, I would definitely go to the Black Lantern Dance."

"……yes?"

"What about you?"

"...Maybe, no way."

Ling Jiale looked up at him, his eyes were like rice fields that had just been moistened by rain: "Why?"

Shen Ge regained consciousness a little, and asked back: "You like dancing so much, why don't you keep dancing?"

Ling Jiale lowered his head, but the distance between them did not increase.

"I... because of vanity." He looked at Shen Ge again, feeling a little lonely, "Dancing is too lonely, I can't bear it."

Shen Ge once carefully sorted out every word he said in his mind, and then recalled the various rebellious news when he first became famous, and it was easy to dig out the sentence he once said: "Later I ran away to become a trainee..."

Shen Ge guessed: "Is the entertainment company looking for you first?"

"……Yes."

"That's not your vanity, it's that they are too good at seducing people, I know how good they are at drawing cakes." Shen Ge concluded for him, "You were too young at that time, and you were deceived by them."

Ling Jiale took a deep look at him, turned her head slightly, and almost snuggled into his arms.

"I haven't kissed my brother before." He said abruptly.

Shen Ge's breathing stopped.

"It's a borrowed seat. It's not a sneak shot, but I contacted the reporter and set up a shot." Ling Jiale glanced at him quickly, and then looked away.

"Um……"

"I will never do this kind of thing again. Now I think it's unbelievable. How could I..." He really raised his head this time, even stopped dancing, and asked Shen Ge: "Why didn't I feel that this was wrong before? I will do whatever they tell me..."

Shen Ge stared at him intently.

His eyes have always been very powerful, which makes Ling Jiale feel very at ease.

He stepped on the rhythm again, as if he finally figured it out: "I think you are right, that is a lie. Life is life, work is work, this is a good way of saying, I will never do any shit again Set it up, let the works speak."

But the next second he asked again: "What about you? What if your fans don't like your real persona? Fans don't like you anymore, how can you work?"

It only took half a second for Shen Ge to give him the answer: "That means the career of an artist is not suitable for me, and I should change my job."

Ling Jiale was taken aback, with undisguised appreciation in his eyes.

Shen Ge's heart was burning hot, he saw that Ling Jiale liked what he said, he liked himself like this!

"There's one more thing I can't figure out."

"You said."

"Why are they so interested in the artist's private life? Even if they know that the rumors are both true and false."

Shen Ge thought for a moment, then said: "Actually, it's not just about the private life of artists, people are always interested in other people's private life."

Ling Jiale let out an "ah" in a daze, "Jiang Lu's parents!"

Shen Ge smiled, "Yes, it seems that people are curious about other people's privacy regardless of age."

Ling Jiale thought of Mr. Tian and Mr. Feng's saying that "it was much better when there was a TV later", and suddenly realized again that the scandals of artists are no different from the gossips among neighbors in the old days.

"The current hot search is actually the hottest rumor in the family courtyard 30 or [-] years ago." Ling Jia laughed.

Shen Ge smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Isn't that bad?"

"What? The desire to pry into other people's privacy?"

"That's right, voyeurism!"

"It's human nature, aren't you also very curious about the director and actor?" Shen Ge deliberately teased him.

Ling Jiale was embarrassed, and turned his head away again, leading him to turn 180 degrees, as if to change the topic.

The two moved quickly under their feet, their toes touched each other and then separated.

"...Actually, this desire to spy is neither good nor bad. There must be other reasons for the existence of human nature, but after human beings enter the modern society, some instincts seem out of date." Shen Ge said After finishing, I felt a little showing off, so I added a sentence to make myself appear more humble, "I think so."

"You continue?" Ling Jiale urged.He doesn't think Shen Ge is showing off, he thinks Shen Gete is smart and has unique ideas.

"From the point of view of animal instinct, observing the behavior of other people is the main learning method for cubs. In addition, humans are social animals-but if there are more than one person, it will involve the distribution of benefits. Knowing more about others is better for yourself. It's an advantage... In short, spying on others can bring a sense of security, and when the sense of security increases, happiness also increases."

"Director Wang just said a word to me today, that is, when he was editing a film, he said that the pleasure that the audience generates through watching the film can also be a commodity, which can explain why so many people obtain profits by selling and reselling the privacy of celebrities. "

"And the person being spied on will always feel uncomfortable, because he subconsciously feels that his interests are threatened, but it is actually the same, for example..." He stopped talking, looked down at Ling Jiale, "I'm talking Isn't it boring?"

Ling Jiale asked, "For example, what?"

Shen Ge shook his head lightly, he almost used Ling Jiale as an example just now.

Ling Jiale didn't pursue it either, his curiosity was all on Shen Ge: "You don't have the desire to spy."

Shen Ge shrugged, "It's mainly because I don't have time."

In fact, he has, Ling Jiale has never seen him search Ling Jiale's news with his mobile phone.

The eyes of the two were black.

Ling Jiale stopped, listening to the "creaking" sound of the old fan blades overhead after slowing down.

The power went out again.

Ling Jiale blinked, and soon got used to the darkness, and the moonlight outside the window became brighter, enough for them to see each other.

The song on the phone is still singing.

Ling Jiale led Shen Ge to swing again.

"What were you trying to say just now?"

Ling Jiale led him to shake, "...um... forgot."

Shen Ge chuckled lightly.

It was a bit like the low smile heard on the phone, Ling Jiale couldn't help but look up at him.

The moonlight came in from the window, softly outlining Shen Ge's tall nose and handsome profile.

Ling Jiale's heart skipped a beat, flustered for no reason, and quickly lowered her head again.

Moonlight, music, dance, even Shen Ge felt that it was too glamorous, so lingering that he couldn't breathe.

He had nothing to say: "Is this also Blues?"

He immediately realized something was wrong, and the man on the phone sang in a low voice:

I just want to make... after a breath-taking pause... lovetoyou.

I don't know if Ling Jia Le is sensitive to English lyrics, and Shen Ge can't tell if it's his own psychological effect. He feels that Ling Jia Le's voice has become smaller, vague, and nasal: "Hmm... ...it's Blues, maybe a little slow...I can't tell..."

He was more verbose than usual.

That man is still singing, love to you, love to you, love to you.

Shen Ge couldn't take it anymore, one hand slid down Ling Jiale's arm, slid to his waist, and held Ling Jiale's hand accurately.

That spot of moonlight was enough for him to see clearly, and Ling Jiale's bright eyes widened in surprise.

But Shen Ge was going crazy, unable to control himself, the other hand slipped from his shoulder and wrapped around his back.

Is the person in his arms matching his dance or shy?

He lowered his head slightly under his gaze...

Who said Shen Ge can't dance?

As long as Ling Jiale is willing to let him hold her, he will dance.

This is also human instinct.

These sticky physical entanglements are signs of courtship when words are not enough to express love.

He rubbed Ling Jiale's waist clockwise, and Ling Jiale spun clockwise in his arms.

The rhythm was just right, and the hand that had been on his waist was released, lifted up with the speed of the rotation, and then lightly rested on the back of his neck.

It seems to be sweating again... Shen Ge thought with his heart pounding.

Ling Jiale kept her head down, swaying her waist and limbs in his arms.

He was still not satisfied, and wanted him to be closer to himself.

Scrubbing the floor with one foot and stepping out, the body swayed abruptly.

Ling Jiale looked up at him in surprise, and said clearly in her eyes: You can do this!

Ling Jiale fell into his arms, and sat lightly on his lap, their calves were entangled, one's instep touched the other's calf, bent into a bow by the hard muscles .