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It takes five and a half hours to drive from the old technical school to the film and television city. The crew's bus seats are two by two, so Ling Jiale naturally sits with Xiao Li.

He planned to sit behind Shen Ge, so that he could peep openly without being particularly nervous.

But Shen Ge didn't get in the car for a long time.

This good man is showing his enthusiasm and strength again, and has been helping the staff carry boxes and equipment.

Ling Jiale's face was almost stuck to the car glass, and he looked through the rain curtain wearing a transparent and simple rain cape, mixed with the field workers, and chanted together when lifting heavy objects: "One-two-go !” On the arm under the poncho, the muscles swelled, and the rain-drenched jaw also slightly bulged.

Ling Jiale watched it for a long time before complaining in a low voice: "How can there be such a real starring role as him." The tone was actually very proud.

Shen Ge finally got into the car, his body was dry, but his face was drenched, the rain was mixed with sweat, he opened his big hand to wipe his face, and it was half dry.

"Sit here!" Ling Jiale hurriedly waved to him, indicating the seat in front of her.

Shen Ge smiled heartily, and was about to walk this way, when he turned his head and saw Teacher Feng and Teacher Tian, ​​who played Ling Jiale's parents, also coming up, so he stepped aside respectfully and asked them to sit in front of Ling Jiale.

Ling Jiale was dumbfounded, and watched Shen Ge sit behind him.

Xiao Li took out a tissue and handed it back. Ling Jiale, not to be outdone, immediately took out a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to him.

Shen Ge has much more experience than Ling Jiale when it comes to secret love, no matter how sweet his heart is, his tone and demeanor must be very natural: "Oh, why are you so kind to me today?"

Ling Jiale saw his slightly raised eyebrows, which looked a little naughty, and the roots of his ears became hot immediately, and tried his best not to let the blush spread to his face, and rolled his eyes lightly with a displeased expression: "Where am I?" The sky is not good to you!" After she finished speaking, she turned her head away, and finally she could blush boldly.

Shen Ge, who was sitting in the back, was pouring water into his mouth, while his eyes rested on the back of Ling Jiale's head and a bit of skin exposed on the back of his neck.Thinking of being able to look at him like this openly for the next few hours, Shen Ge couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

They set off very early, the road was not very flat, the bus was shaking slightly all the time, and Ling Jiale soon began to feel sleepy.

Xiao Li saw that he wanted to sleep, so he kindly asked Ling Jiale to lean on his shoulder, and turned around to complain to Shen Ge: "He didn't go to bed very late last night, and he kept turning over in bed, which made me sleep well... ...What did you guys play downstairs last night? How did you make him so energetic...uh..."

Xiao Li was covered by Ling Jiale.

Shen Ge looked at Ling Jiale with a smile, and then said to Xiao Li: "Then how about I change places with you and let Ling Jiale sleep next to me. I had a good rest last night, and I don't need to catch up on sleep, Li Li , you can also sleep for a while on the way."

Xiao Li was overjoyed and thanked Shen Ge again and again, but Shen Ge said kindly that he didn't need it.

From the moment when the window screen was changed yesterday, Ling Jiale discovered that Shen Ge was too enthusiastic about Xiao Li.

He vigilantly looked at Xiao Li again with the eyes of a new acquaintance, and found for the first time that his assistant was actually pretty!Wearing glasses, there is always a slight smile on his face, and his harmless appearance to humans and animals may be the type that a strong person like Shen Ge likes!

"Hey, what's the change, who said I'm going to sleep—" Ling Jiale patted himself on the shoulder boldly, "Li Li, pillow here, you sleep on yours, I'll listen to the song."

Now Xiao Li was even more flattered, took out a small pillow and played it on Ling Jiale's shoulder, leaned his head comfortably, and said with a smile: "Jajia, I'm not welcome, but I guess you can't hold on for 10 minutes .”

Ling Jiale had already put on the earphones, and didn't hear what he said, so she waved her hand very generously to express that you're welcome.

Half an hour later, Shen Ge patted Xiao Li.

Xiao Li has long been suffering from the big earphones on Ling Jiale's head. When he saw Shen Ge's eyes, he immediately understood. The two of them worked together to straighten the sleeping Ling Jiale, and took off the earphones on his head. go down.

Xiao Li felt relieved, and was about to put Ling Jiale's head back on his shoulders. Shen Ge gestured to him, stood up and walked to his side.

Xiao Li showed a pleasantly surprised expression, abandoned his artist without hesitation, and carefully stood up while supporting Ling Jiale's head.

When Shen Ge and him changed positions, the two also turned their hands over. Ling Jiale's head was changed to Shen Ge's hands, and he gently supported the position of the temple.

After being tossed like this, Ling Jiale couldn't wake up, opened the cracks in his eyes in a daze, watched Shen Ge sit down beside him, signaled him to continue sleeping with his eyes, and at the same time supported his head and put it on his shoulder superior.

He was taller than Xiao Li, and deliberately tilted his body to lower the altitude. Ling Jiale found a comfortable position with a slight movement, and continued to sleep soundly.

The two arrived at the film and television city in a sleeping position with their shoulders side by side and their heads against their heads.

The last stop of the car was a bit of a sudden brake, and the body of the car jumped forward, shaking the sleeping people in the whole car.

"There was a traffic jam on the road, it's too late now, and it happened to be raining too much, so I won't do any work today. I'll check the weather tomorrow, if the rain gets lighter, I'll shoot exterior scenes, and if the rain is still so heavy, I'll shoot indoors. The person in charge is going to get tomorrow's schedule from me!" The executive director announced in each car.

It was raining heavily outside, and people had to wear rain ponchos before getting out of the cars, causing a small traffic jam at the doors.

Ling Jiale and Shen Ge were in a tacit understanding not to be in a hurry, and sat patiently on their seats, especially Ling Jiale, who just woke up lazily, resting one elbow on the window frame and raising his hand for support. Chin looked out the window.

"I hope the rain will be less tomorrow." He said slowly.

"Why?" Shen Ge moved closer when he spoke, as if to see the rain outside the window more clearly.

The hairs on the back of Ling Jiale's neck and back immediately stood up, like small radars with ridges, sensitively receiving the warm signal from Shen Ge.

"It's just... the rain is light, so we can shoot the location..." Ling Jiale didn't speak very well, and she was very puzzled. Before, she always liked to touch Shen Ge, but now the relationship between the two It's still a while away, why can't I bear it so much?

"Do you like to shoot exterior scenes?" Shen Ge was always particularly interested in his ideas.

Ling Jiale was a little elated, and mustered up the courage to turn her head. The eyes that had seen the rain just now seemed to have been washed by the rain, and it was so clean that it made people's heart beat: "No, I want to finish shooting the part of the square earlier, so that Jiang Lu will know exactly what Zhang Song does, so he doesn't have to misunderstand him anymore, how nice it is!"

The sky is as one wishes, and the weather forecast said that the rain will decrease the next day, so the rain will really decrease.

Zhang Song took photos for the tourists in the drizzle, "One—two—three—eggplant!"

Ten dollars in hand.

He had to look at the BP machine on his waist from time to time, but there was no news.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, put the most valuable camera in his bag, asked the familiar street vendor next to him to help watch the stall, and ran outside the square to make a phone call.

Perhaps the most polite and sweet lady in all of China has gone to work at the paging station. She squeezed her thin voice and asked softly: "... May I ask what message you want to leave, sir?"

"Just say...Xiaolu, I miss you."

His straightforward and gentle love made the well-informed Miss Ping feel ashamed, and she paused before asking: "Is it a 'road' next to the character Wang?"

"No, it's the 'road' of 'path' and 'road'."

He didn't know how far the school building on Jiang Road was from the canteen, and when he received the reply, he felt like he had been waiting all day.

"I miss you too." Xiaolu said to him.

Zhang Song smiled, lifted the bag on his shoulder, and said to the operator: "Call one more."

The operator is an old employee of this scenic spot, and he often picks up the cigarettes handed over by Zhang Song. He knows him very well, and asked with a smile, "Did you fall in love?"

He opened his mouth and smiled so that his white teeth showed, and let out an energetic "Hmm!"

The two of them rely on the paging lady of the paging station to make a transfer. Every love has gone through a lot of trouble, but the sweetness is also longer because of the prolonged waiting.

"Why not this month?" Zhang Song asked.

"It's still a few days, I can't wait." Zhang Song said again.

"I go home on the [-]st of every month to get living expenses." Jiang Lu blushed in embarrassment when he said this to Miss Ping Hu.

Zhang Song laughed heartily, "Come to the south entrance of xx Square, I want to see you."

"now?"

"Now. Don't bring any money."

Jiang Lu felt very sorry, Zhang Song gave him a discount last time, but this time it was directly free... But he couldn't help being happy, thinking, maybe only he could enjoy free treatment with him.

He came to the appointment happily, and saw Zhang Song carrying an army-green cloth bag on one shoulder, holding a big sign in his hand: "Take a photo immediately, ten yuan a piece."

"Whose is this?"

"My! My silly Xiaolu!" Zhang Song replied with a smile.

Jiang Lu got into a tantrum with him, really got a little angry, and strode ahead.Zhang Song carried the sign that was half as tall as a person, and followed in a panic, apologizing repeatedly: "I really didn't mean to tease you! Didn't I have no chance to explain it all the time!"

Jiang Lu stopped and stared back at him, his eyes were a little red: "Why don't you have a chance! You didn't say anything when you took my money, that's the default! The default is to lie!"

Zhang Song took the opportunity to grab his arm, and said softly, "It's my fault, I'm too selfish, I want to take all your money away, so that you have no money to find someone else..."

Jiang Lu's reddish eyes widened slightly, and his eyes shone brightly on Zhang Song's face. He suddenly showed an extremely wronged look, and almost cried out: "Then you know, I thought you were...that, with Many people live like that, how sad am I?"

Zhang Song's heart was crushed by him, he hurriedly threw the sign aside, and hugged his silly Hao Xiaolu into his arms.

Zhang Song said to Jiang Lu: "My mother always hoped that I would go to college, but unfortunately I was not good enough to study. I barely got into a technical school. After graduation, I went to work as a technician in a factory. She kept urging me to go to night college and let me pass two years. I went to take the adult college entrance examination in [-]. I thought it was too boring, so I kept lying to her that I hadn’t studied well... Later, I felt that the factory was boring, so I gave some gifts, and asked someone to stay without pay for half the time..."

He kept talking about himself, and Jiang Lu listened carefully, so he couldn't help but ask, "What about you? Are you a real college student?"

"...how did you find out?"

Zhang Song laughed lightly, "I recognized your voice when I was on the phone. You college students have that accent, and most people can't learn it... I also heard that you must not be a junior."

Jiang Lu's face turned red again, and he revealed a little bit about himself: "I'm a freshman now, and I'll be promoted to a sophomore next semester."

"What did you study?"

Jiang Lu looked at him, bit his lip and hesitated for a while, "Art."

The love in Zhang Song's eyes grew deeper, and he took his hand: "I'll show you the photos I took!"

Zhang Song led Jiang Lu through the alley and came to an unremarkable small photo studio.

He led Jiang Lu into the door, and a drowsy old man sat behind the counter. Seeing Zhang Song coming in, he greeted him vaguely: "Xiao Song is so early today?"

Zhang Song put the sign up against the wall, pointed to the landline on the counter and whispered to Jiang Lu: "Those idiots wrote this phone number, the first time I received that kind of phone call, I was so angry that I almost smashed the phone Yes, Uncle Liu almost fought me hard."

Uncle Liu, who was dozing off, snorted coldly: "What did you brat arrange for me?"

Zhang Song smiled and picked up the tea mug from the counter to refill hot water for Uncle Liu, pointing to Jiang Lu: "I'll take my friend to the darkroom."

This must be the first time he brought his friend into the darkroom. Uncle Liu's sleepiness was half awake because of his words, and he took an extra look at Jiang Lu.

The so-called darkroom is a place where film is developed. It is very narrow, and tables and cabinets take up most of the space. When two people stand in it, they have to squeeze together.

Zhang Song found out a roll of film and said to Jiang Lu, "I took this, my hometown."

Jiang Lu asked, "Where is your hometown?"

Zhang Song fiddled with the equipment, turned his head to look at him, and curled his mouth: "One question for another question?"

Jiang Lu hesitated, "...Okay, you go first."

"My hometown is in the countryside of County C. What about you? A local?"

Jiang Lu breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes." He asked carefully, "Have you ever been in a relationship before?"

"No. What's your favorite food?"

Jiang Lu smiled relaxedly, "I like sweet and sour pork ribs and dumplings made by my mother, how about you?"

Zhang Song thought for a while, "I don't seem to have anything I particularly like to eat, oh yes, rice cakes, I really like rice cakes."

Jiang Lu smiled more obviously, "You like to eat that kind of sticky stuff?"

Zhang Song also laughed, and turned around to look at him completely: "It's my turn to ask...Xiao Lu, tell me your name."

Jiang Lu's smile suddenly faded.

Zhang Song looked at his face for a while, then turned around and continued flipping the film, without saying anything.

Jiang Lu stood aside, watching him uneasily fiddling with the potions and equipment skillfully. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Zhang Song say, "I'm going to turn off the lights."

Suddenly it was dark.

Jiang Lu completely lost his vision in the darkness, but Zhang Song didn't seem to be affected, and he could always hear the sound of him fiddling with something in an orderly manner.

He didn't know how long it had passed, until he heard a soft "click", Zhang Song turned on some machine, and a beam of light appeared in his field of vision. The end of the beam of light was a piece of paper, black and white mountains. Qiu gradually took shape on the paper.

"Fix it later...and then develop it...otherwise the photo will turn yellow after a long time..." Zhang Song kept his head down and was fiddling with on the table. He hadn't looked at Jiang Lu for a long time.

Jiang Lu hugged him from behind, and muffled on his back, "My name is Jiang Lu, and my name is Jiang Lu."