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"Ling Jiale! Look at me! Look at who I am!" Shen Ge tugged at his collar, desperately pulling his collar to Ling Jiale's eyes for him to see.

He ruthlessly pushed the person in his arms away, and pulled his T-shirt to Ling Jiale's eyes.

He resented that he didn't pay much attention to dressing up, and the clothes he bought were too simple and rustic, which didn't make much difference from Zhang Song's old-fashioned clothes; he also hoped that Ling Jiale would turn his eyes from his clothes to his face You can say your name just by looking at your own face.

his real name.

Ling Jiale's entire face could not be seen, her cheeks were red and swollen, her eyes were red and swollen, even her lips were swollen from crying, she no longer looked like a tearful beauty.

He tried his best to look at Shen Ge with his misty eyes open, and covered his heart with one hand. This was the movement after crying for too long, and his heart couldn't stand it anymore.

"They..." Ling Jiale's voice was completely hoarse, panting intermittently, "...they said lines that were not in the script, and they forced me to write those lines..."

Shen Ge heaved a sigh of relief, hugged Ling Jiale fiercely into his arms, and stroked his back vigorously.

His Lingjiale is back, from the 90s of last century.

Shen Ge walked out of the bedroom, closed the door gently, and said to Xiao Li who had been standing at the door in shock, "Lie down and rest."

He asked again: "Have you seen how they filmed it?"

Xiao Li reluctantly suppressed the surprise on his face, and shook his head: "I... didn't see it, but I heard something... I heard, a little girl from the service team hid and said..." He took a breath, "Say, it's too depressing, I can't stand it...I can still hear those actors yelling at Jiajia..."

Xiao Li sniffed, and his voice was moist, "Brother Shen, Gaga can't stand this, you know? He's most afraid of having too many people around him, targeting him, and yelling at him... I suddenly remembered today Yes, you still remember a few days ago after the filming, Gaga looked very tired. It was the part where his parents said he was laid off, and the director added scenes temporarily to make him scolded. "

Shen Ge corrected him: "It's Jiang Lu's parents, not his parents."

Xiao Li was stunned.

Shen Ge said solemnly: "Jiang Lu is Jiang Lu, Ling Jia Le is Ling Jia Le, they should not be confused."

Xiao Li suddenly realized that he didn't need to continue talking when he knew what he said, Shen Ge understood it all.

Xiao Li asked hesitantly: "Brother, Jia Jia, this is... Is this called acting?"

"……right."

The surprise on Xiao Li's face came back again, "Then he, then he just now, he treated you..."

"Let's not talk about that first, has he put a cold compress on his face?" Shen Ge interrupted him.

Xiao Li was startled, and his face became even more gloomy, "I applied it once on the set, and I also applied the medicine."

But then I cried so hard that the ointment was wiped off.

"What about the medicine?"

Xiao Li hurried over to get the ointment, and subconsciously handed it to Shen Ge.

"Is there any ice?"

"Yes! I'll ask the waiter for it when I get back."

Shen Ge's expression softened a little. Although this Xiao Li was so-so, he really cared about Ling Jiale and was considerate at critical moments.

Xiao Li took the ice bucket, towel and mineral water and handed them to Shen Ge, "Brother, I'm sorry..."

He couldn't help but said again: "I have walked so many sets with Jiajia, I have never met someone filming like this, and I have never seen him... like this... It's just a movie, it's just a movie... ..."

Shen Ge could guess what he said later.

It's just a play. As for being so involved, is it so completely involved in it?

But Shen Ge also put himself in for a short time just now, unconsciously, he could understand Ling Jiale's feelings.

Because of his understanding, he has deeper worries, so what's the matter...

"It's better to shoot those dramas that don't take your brains away. It's good to finish filming happily." Xiao Li said in a low voice.

Shen Ge took a deep look at Xiao Li, "I'll go in and see him."

He pushed open the door, and Ling Jiale had already sat up, leaning against the head of the bed, watching him quietly.

Shen Ge paused, a little afraid to look at his extremely attached eyes at the moment.

He turned around and closed the door, but then changed his mind and opened the door, leaving a gap to reassure Xiao Li outside.

He took a deep breath lightly, turned his head again, and gestured to Ling Jiale for the ice bucket in his hand: "Just apply it to your face again, or it will be even more swollen tomorrow."

Ling Jiale patted the edge of the bed beside her lightly, "Come here."

Shen Ge felt sore in his heart, and couldn't resist the temptation, so he walked over and sat down, getting so close to Ling Jiale.

Ling Jiale gently took his hand, both forcefully and cautiously, not only afraid that he would be disgusted, but also afraid that he would run away.

What reason do you have to run away?He was afraid that Zhang Song would run away.

Shen Ge pulled his hand out with something, "Drink some water." Then he wrapped ice cubes in a towel, turned his head away, and didn't look at Ling Jiale.

Ling Jiale took two sips of water and took the water bottle in his hand.

"I heard you talking to Li Li..." His voice was better, not as hoarse as before, which made people feel heartrending.

Shen Ge turned his head.

"Do you think I'm so stupid that I cried like this in a scene?"

Shen Ge looked at him for two seconds, raised his hand, touched his red and swollen face lightly with his fingertips, and then took it away, "Does it hurt?"

Ling Jiale lowered his eyes, touched the place where he touched it just now, "It doesn't hurt now."

Until now, Shen Ge didn't dare to ask if he slapped himself, nor did he dare to ask how many slaps and how hard he used to slap himself like this.

Behind this strength comes back to that fear, how deeply did he enter the play, and how did he forget himself?

Shen Ge stood up abruptly, shaking Ling Jiale's shoulders in shock, "Where are you going!"

Shen Ge looked back at him, "I'll find a glass, and I'll play a song for you."

He strode out the door and said to Xiao Li who had been guarding outside, "Xiao Li, please find me a glass, a bigger one."

Xiao Li looked at him with complicated expressions, while Shen Ge looked at him calmly.

Xiao Li couldn't hold on to him, and went to the living room dejectedly to get a big drinking glass.

What Shen Ge played for Ling Jiale was the playlist, those blues that made them turn their mobile phones until they were hot and the battery was dead, so that Ling Jiale would feel happy and twist his waist and hips involuntarily when he heard it.

Sure enough, as soon as the first piece started, Ling Jiale let out a soft "ah", "This one!"

Shen Ge sat back on the edge of the bed, smiled slightly: "I have a really good memory."

He applied Ling Jiale's face to the leisurely and romantic music, and pressed a towel wrapped in ice cubes on Ling Jiale's face one by one, watching his red and hot face gradually cool down, and it was no longer so red. terror.

Ling Jiale's eyes kept chasing him, so focused that Shen Ge was terrified.

"Can you kiss me?"

Shen Ge paused, stood up deliberately and turned down the volume of the phone, then turned around and asked, "What did you just say?"

Ling Jiale swallowed, her voice was softer than before, "I said... can you get me some water?"

"Oh, you're still so polite!" The tone of pretending to be natural was really contrived.

He handed over the water bottle, and Ling Jiale drank most of the bottle in one go, and then took the swelling-reducing ointment from Chen Ge, "I'll make it myself, you must be tired today, so I won't bother you." gone."

It's really rare for him to be polite here.

"Okay, then... good night?"

"Good night... Well, well, I don't want to practice my voice tomorrow morning, my throat is a bit uncomfortable."

"...Okay, let's stop for a day... See you on the set tomorrow."

"Ah."

In fact, they are not on the same set for tomorrow's shooting.

When Shen Ge closed the door for Ling Jiale outside, he looked at the man sitting alone on the bed with his head down through the narrower and narrower door, thinking, would he cry secretly again by himself?

The door was pushed open again, and Shen Ge strode over to meet Ling Jiale's surprised gaze, "Let me accompany you again, let's finish listening to these songs."

Ling Jiale sniffed, and smiled softly at him.

Shen Ge accompanied Ling Jiale to listen to the song, chatting occasionally until Ling Jiale fell asleep.

Xiao Li had been waiting on the sofa in the living room, stood up immediately when he came out, and looked at him with a troubled expression.

Shen Ge walked over and said three words in a low voice:

The first sentence is: "He fell asleep, please be gentle when you enter the room later.

The second sentence is: "He smelled a lot of cigarettes today and his throat hurts. Remind him to drink more water tomorrow."

The third sentence is: "Don't worry, I know what to do."