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The sky is overcast, and the electric fan on the roof has been turned on to the maximum, but it just rolls up the sweltering air, and it can't take away the heat from people's skin.

Ling Jiale pushed Shen Ge, who was pretending to sleep on his stomach, to sit up.

Shen Ge also sat up, shirtless, only wearing a pair of boxers, a little embarrassed to move around.

Ling Jiale put on an ill-fitting floral shirt, Zhang Song's, and hid her bare legs under the towel quilt.

He turned his face away from the camera and complained with his lips: "It's so boring."

so boring.

Every time this kind of shot is taken, Wang Xu can always come up with new tricks to "torture" them.

In the morning, we will finish talking about the play first, and the filming will officially start around ten o'clock.

After the intense "undressing each other", Wang Xu had no other request, but asked Ling Jiale to put on Zhang Song's floral shirt, and let them be alone in the room, saying that it was to let them brew their emotions and accumulate emotions by the way. Some living materials.

Although the subsequent filming will be carried out sooner or later, it is always something to be happy about, as if the execution is suspended after the sentence is completed.

Wang Xu and he closed the door under the ignorant and joyful eyes of the two, leaving them with two cameras and two electronic teleprompters.

There are two teleprompters standing behind the camera, with a good angle to ensure that they can easily see the instructions on it.

"If you're tired, you can sleep for a while." - This is the first sentence that appeared on the electronic teleprompter.

Shen Ge almost admired Wang Xu's whimsy, while Ling Jiale was amused at seeing such colloquial words on the teleprompter for the first time.

The second sentence is: "Shen Ge rests on Jia Le's stomach."

The relaxed faces of the two froze for a moment, and they looked at each other.

First, Ling Jiale lay down obediently, and then Shen Ge tentatively put his head on his stomach—to be honest, although he was very shy, Ling Jiale's stomach was pretty good both in terms of height and hardness. comfortable.

This lay for more than half an hour. At first, Shen Ge secretly glanced at the teleprompter, but later he realized that it was always those two lines, so he simply closed his eyes completely, and actually felt a little sleepy.

Ling Jiale almost fell asleep.

Before "undressing each other", the two were ordered by Wang Xu to run several kilometers around the playground.They have good physical strength and will not be exhausted after running, but when they lie down and relax, they feel sleepy.

Ling Jiale was in a daze for more than half an hour, always hovering between waking and sleeping, and finally sat up impatiently, lazily complaining to Shen Ge: "Your head is too heavy."

Only then did he mind the two cameras, stopped making any noise, and only complained with his mouth: "It's so boring."

The shyness caused by "undressing each other" at the beginning has been worn away by this dry time and stuffy space, and replaced by boredom and bewilderment.

Shen Ge guessed in his heart, will Ling Jiale's words just now be cut into the movie?

Then he thought again: Now he is making a movie.

The thought gave him an excuse to indulge.

Shen Ge smirked, leaned over with his head down, put his forehead against Ling Jiale's, and pushed him back on the bed like a child playing "pushing a cow".

Shen Ge propped his hands on both sides of Ling Jiale's body, and his face stopped half a foot above Ling Jiale's face, covering up his surprise for him.

He kept using Zhang Song's smirk all the time, which made Ling Jiale react quickly, and turned his head away as if tacitly acquiescing.

Shen Ge completely pressed on him, didn't kiss him, but whispered in his ear: "This is their third date, so it should be so casual."

Ling Jiale's slightly drooping eyelids trembled twice, the thin eyelids covered half of the eyeballs, and they rolled unsteadily under the eyelids.

In a hurry, he pushed Shen Ge away, "It's so hot!"

This is random.

Shen Ge smiled and sat up, as if he no longer cared so much about the camera.

He got out of bed wearing only a pair of shorts, went to the window and opened the closed curtain a crack.

It's dark and cloudy outside, it's not as bright as the room with the lights on.

"Hey—don't let anyone see it!" Ling Jiale's panic was real.

Then he saw the two cameras out of the corner of his eye, realized that he was a little stupid, and shut his mouth.

Shen Ge looked back at him with a smile, and closed the curtains tightly again.

"Shen Ge, light a cigarette." There was a new instruction on the teleprompter.

Shen Ge reluctantly picked up the cigarette case and matches from the table.

Ling Jiale couldn't expose her body in front of the camera as calmly as he did. She first pulled the towel to cover her underwear and thighs, then turned over, lay on her side, and looked at Shen Ge with her head supported on one hand.

Shen Ge lit a match, lowered his eyes to light a cigarette, and the flames danced in his eyes.

He flicked his wrist twice with a cigarette in his mouth, extinguished the match, and casually threw it into the ashtray. Turning around, he opened the curtains again, pushed open the window, and leaned on the window sill to look outside.

He puffed out the window first, then turned his head and smiled at Ling Jiale.

Ling Jiale turned around.

Shen Ge raised his eyebrows, and exhaled out of the window again. He felt that the material for smoking was enough, so he pressed out the newly lit cigarette on the old stone window sill.

He looked back at the bed, Ling Jiale still had his back to him.

I don’t know if it’s because of the old bed sheet with the red peonies printed on it, and the floral shirt that goes against modern aesthetics. Ling Jiale’s back seems to have a certain old taste, and she seems to sink into 20 years ago unconsciously. in the shadow of time.

Shen Ge opened the curtains and opened the windows to the maximum.

It was even hotter outside than inside.

He fanned the air with his hand to drive out what little smoke there was, including the old smell from twenty years ago.

He closed the window again, closed the curtains, climbed back to the bed, and pulled Ling Jiale's shoulder to make him turn his head.

Still that eyebrows, that face, it was indeed Ling Jiale's face.

The unease that had just flashed in Shen Ge's heart completely faded away.

Ling Jiale didn't turn around completely, her body was still facing the other side, only half of her shoulders and face were facing him, quietly looking at his face.

"Unaccustomed to the smell of cigarettes?" This is Shen Ge's free play, not for post-editing, but for Wang Xu and other people sitting behind the monitor, explaining why he put out the cigarette so early.

"When did you start smoking?" Ling Jiale asked.

Shen Ge was a little puzzled, they talked about this before, he didn't know how to smoke in the first place, he only learned it for Zhang Song's first scene.

"Not too long." He answered vaguely, both his own and Zhang Song's.

"Like an old smoker." Ling Jiale muttered.

Shen Ge chuckled. Seeing that the prompt board was still empty, he lay down beside Ling Jiale, with his arms boldly resting on Ling Jiale's body.

Ling Jiale turned back again, with her back to him, but she didn't complain about the heat anymore, and she didn't throw away his hand, acquiescing to it passing over her waist and gently patting her stomach through the quilt.

It took Shen Ge a while to realize what he was doing with his hands, and he actually put Ling Jiale to sleep like a baby.

He stopped quickly.

Ling Jiale looked down at his hand, held it lightly, raised it to her eyes, looked carefully, and complained distressedly: "What canned meat do you eat?"

Shen Ge wanted to laugh.

The wound on his hand was inexplicable, and it would definitely appear in the close-up. Wang Xu had to waste a shot to explain to him: it was cut when opening a can of meat.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." He pulled his hand out.

Ling Jiale turned around in his arms, with her two faces separated by half a foot, she said, "Sing me a song."

Shen Ge immediately realized that he was playing tricks on purpose.

Ling Jiale asked him to sing before, but he refused.

Ling Jiale doesn't believe that there are people who can't sing, but there are people in this world who lack all kinds of pastimes.

There was ridicule in Ling Jiale's eyes, Shen Ge understood it all at once when he was so close: "In front of the camera, how can you find a reason?"

Zhang Song is very good at playing, he must be proficient in singing and dancing.

Shen Ge held back for a long time, and all the modern popular saliva songs that came to mind were not suitable for this movie.

He wisely changed his tune: "I'll read to you." Before Ling Jiale could protest, he had already got up and got out of bed.

This isn't that hotel anymore, two guys always go to a hotel for a date, it's not very nice, and it's too expensive.

This is Zhang Song's own home, the house he leased.

There are bookshelves in the room, and the books on them are all real.

Shen Ge stood in front of the bookshelf and carefully selected, he might be interested in looking for Ling Jiale.

During this period, Ling Jiale still stared at him intently, watching his fingers brush over the spine of the book one by one, pulling the muscles on the shoulders and back to flow smoothly like a river.

He has been in the training room, dance school, and stage since he was a child, and he knows how to identify and appreciate a beautiful body.

But at the moment he looked at Shen Ge, he didn't calculate whether his legs were long enough to make a beautiful big jump; whether the muscles of his lower body were strong enough to make a wonderful strike in the air; Are your muscles strong enough to lift your female partner steadily...

He just watched unconsciously, completely forgetting that his every move was being recorded by the camera.

Shen Ge picked out the book and sat down in the middle of the bed.

Ling Jiale also got up, and sat down beside him leaning against the head of the bed, ""Nie Zi"?"

Shen Ge glanced at him, and saw interest in his frown because of his seriousness.

Shen Ge wasn't sure if the reading part could be broadcast, this book was a bit ahead of Zhang Song and Jiang Lu, but he still decided to read it to Ling Jiale.

"What are you talking about?"

"Gay."

"...Oh, have you seen it?"

"No—" He opened the title page and read:

"To the crowd,

In the deepest, deepest night,

Wandering the streets alone..."

Before the poem on the title page was finished, a new content appeared on the teleprompter: "Change the book."

Shen Ge saw it, pretended not to see it, and insisted on finishing the last sentence: "—Children who have nowhere to go."

He closed the book and exchanged glances with Ling Jiale.

Ling Jiale asked him with his eyes: Why?

He replied with his eyebrows: Who knows?

Only they themselves can understand the code of the eyes.

As if out of revenge, Wang Xu immediately sent a new order: "Let's get started."

Shen Ge's outstretched arms paused in the air for a moment, then threw the book on the table, turned around and hugged Ling Jiale, and whispered in his ear: "Don't be nervous, I'll protect you."