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"...Is it not very good?"

Ling Jiale opened his big pure eyes, "What's wrong?" His performance was getting better, Chong Chen Ge grinned, showing his white teeth: "Oh~ that, what's the matter! "

There seems to be a tacit understanding between them that does not need to be discussed. When one of them is timid, the other will take two quick steps, so that the distance between the two will always be kept in an ambiguous balance, and neither will feel anxious and sad because of the alienation. , and will not be flustered by being too close.

Ling Jiale's bravery at this time aroused Shen Ge's timidity, "It's still better to pay attention."

Ling Jiale chased him head-on, recalling Xiao Li's usual behavior as a straight man, he slapped his thigh boldly: "You too! Isn't it just sleeping in a bed, what can you do to me?"

In the end, he suddenly appeared in Northeast Mandarin that resembled Xiao Li, making Shen Ge no doubt that he was a little drunk, so he said more firmly: "Be careful, this sofa bed is bigger than the bed in my bedroom -"

At this moment, Xiao Li, who had been sleeping soundly, snored in a timely manner, similar to the snoring of a pig.

Ling Jiale showed a look of disgust from the bottom of his heart, "You can pull it down quickly, I won't sleep with him!"

Shen Ge gently put the teapot on the table, and pressed the center of his eyebrows with extremely complicated emotions.

In the end, the secret joy prevailed, and the corners of his mouth turned up automatically. He quickly pretended to be reluctant, shook his head and sighed helplessly, "Okay then..."

He deliberately turned around to look at the clock on the wall, "Then, are you sleepy?"

Ling Jia happily said, "Not yet."

Shen Ge heaved a sigh of relief, and sat back on his seat, "Then wait a little longer."

They each bowed their heads and drank the drinks in their hands.

The fruit tea in Ling Jiale's cup has been filled with water twice, and he just tasted Shen Ge's green plum wine, which tastes better than his fruit tea.

He watched Shen Ge lower his head and take a sip of plum wine from time to time, because the spicy and sweet and sour taste stimulated the taste buds on his tongue. After each sip, his thin lips would tighten slightly, his Adam's apple slipped, and he swallowed the wine in one gulp. Belly, the two lips are slightly opened again as if they will recall, and take a light and quiet deep breath with the mouth.

Ling Jiale felt that her tongue was becoming more and more greedy, and her mouth always seemed to lack some taste.He reached for the fruit bowl again.

Shen Ge looked up at him, his hand had touched a toothpick, and he retracted.

"Why don't I wash an apple for you?" Shen Ge looked at the little fruit plate, the scattered fruits were soaked in the bright red watermelon juice.

Ling Jiale's eyes lit up, "Okay! I asked the doctor, if you get hungry before going to bed, you can eat apples!" He paused, and then said, "I'm sorry to trouble you." He showed a little shyness.

Shen Ge couldn't help laughing.Ling Jiale is really the person he has ever seen who loves to eat fruit the most.

He didn't want to waste a minute, he came back after washing the apples, and sat at the dining table to peel the fruit.

He uses the kind of manual peeler that removes a section of peel with each movement of the wrist.

Ling Jiale watched him cut twice, and asked, "Will you cut like that?"

"Which kind?" Shen Ge stopped.

Ling Jiale gestured, "That's it, using a small knife to cut it like this, you can cut a very long spiral..."

Just as Shen Ge was about to say, "What's so difficult about this?" Ling Jiale added, "It's just like what Zhang Song cut for Jiang Lu later."

Shen Ge lowered his head and flicked his wrists a few times quickly, and handed the white and tender apple to Ling Jiale: "It's the 21st century, who still uses such outdated tools?"

Ling Jiale took the apple and took a big bite out of it.

"Go to bed after eating, this place is far away from the studio, you have to get up early tomorrow."

Ling Jiale nodded, biting her mouth crisply, Shen Ge looked at him and ate half of a small apple in a blink of an eye, her lips were completely wet.

Shen Ge unconsciously pressed the knuckles of his index finger to his lips, and sucked it lightly.This apple is a good buy. It's really sweet.

"Brush your teeth well, just happen to have an unopened toothbrush at home."

Ling Jiale still nodded, her mouth and cheeks moved, "Kacha Kacha", three seconds later, all movements stopped, and silence came suddenly.

Shen Ge and he realized the problem at the same time, and their eyes suddenly paused: "...Then what, you didn't bring a change of clothes, did you?"

Ling Jiale glanced at him furtively, lowered her head and bit the remaining half of an apple into her mouth with a "click click", puffed her cheeks and said vaguely, "Can't you wear yours?"

Shen Ge touched the wine glass with his fingers, and shook it inexplicably, leaving only the golden liquid at the bottom of the glass swirling leisurely.

The bottom of the cup hit the table, making a crisp "click"—"Okay."

Shen Ge introduced his bathroom to Ling Jiale: "Here is hot water, and here is cold water. I usually switch to this position..." He turned around in the narrow space, put the change of clothes on the shelf in the corner, His eyes flicked over the toes protruding from the light blue slippers, "...I'm going out, call me if you need something."

He closed the door and stood there stupidly until he heard the sound of "squeaking" water inside, then he walked away quickly as if being pushed from behind by something.

Ling Jiale actually called him, and an urgent and embarrassing cry came from the one-foot-wide door: "Shen Ge! Shen Ge! Shen Chengcheng!"

Shen Ge hurried over, not daring to get too close, and also replied in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Two wet white arms protruded from behind the door, carrying two plastic packages: "Why are these two the same?"

"It's the same, one is almost used up and the other is new."

"Ah? Then how do you tell which is the shower gel and which is the shampoo?"

"No need to separate, two in one."

"what?"

"...wash your hair and wash your body, two in one."

"Ah?!" A wet red face poked out from the crack of the door, staring at his thick black hair, and his round eyes showed that he was seriously frightened.

Shen Ge was very sorry, put on his sneakers, ran downstairs quickly, and ran out of the community. According to Ling Jiale's instructions in advance, he found Xiao Li's cosmetic bag in his car.

He didn't hold back, and opened the zipper by the street light, and immediately closed the zipper after only one glance at those exquisite bottles and cans, but the elegant fragrance seemed to have drifted into his nose.

Panting heavily, he passed the cosmetic bag through the door, and the water vapor gushed out with a cheap and strong fragrance, making his face red.

He was still too slow to run, so Ling Jiale could only use his crude gadgets.

After Ling Jiale had finished washing, she looked like she was wearing adult clothes secretly, with the changed clothes hanging on her arm.

Shen Ge's gaze only dared to go up, and saw his wet hair, with a drop of water falling on his shoulders from the end of his hair from time to time, and then being sucked into the white T-shirt, he realized that there was still one thing missing in his house: "Hair dryer!"

Ling Jiale shook his head nonchalantly, and the fine drops of water splashed out, "It's okay, it will be dry in a while in summer." Immediately afterwards, he touched the waistband of his trousers with the hand where the clothes were hanging, and smiled shyly. "Still fat."

These were the shorts with the narrowest waist in Shen Ge's closet. He repeatedly emphasized that these shorts shrunk when they were bought, which meant that they were almost unworn and could be considered new.

The panties have not been washed once and shrunk.Ling Jiale shyly pulled up the waist of her trousers again, while keeping her other hand behind her back.

What Shen Ge took was a battle bath, and it was over in 5 minutes.He first went to the room of his grandparents to take a look. Ada's snoring was much more majestic than Xiao Li's, and full of rhythm, but occasionally it would stop abruptly, grabbing people's hearts, so he hurried over to check .

He put his ear to Ah Da's mouth and nose, and the next moment, the majestic Hulu came back, right next to his ear, scaring him and reassuring him.Going around to grandma's side again, he put his ears closer, and exhaled weakly and regularly to the pinnae. Shen Ge can sleep soundly again tonight.

Then he went to the balcony, opened the window wide, and smoked a cigarette against the night.

He wasn't addicted to cigarettes before, but now he had to smoke one.

His thoughts are always very deep, deep enough that he can still talk and laugh freely after listening to Ling Jiale's pretendingly relaxed narration, instead of moaning, cursing, or even crying bitterly.

At this moment, he had to rely on the light smoke containing nicotine to draw out those stagnation bit by bit, and then spit it out from his mouth.

He has too little experience with tobacco, he only remembered something after smoking, and hurriedly went back to the bathroom to brush his teeth again.

When he came out again, he remembered something, went to the balcony to take a look, and found a pair of briefs hidden in the deepest part of the hanger, which turned out to be red.

He didn't think about anything, but simply stretched out his fingers and punched Ling Jiale's underwear on the ground.

Shen Ge looked back in horror, then quickly picked it up and rushed into the bathroom, only to find that Ling Jiale hadn't been washed at all when he dipped in the water, and foam would form after a little rubbing.

He soaped it carefully, and then scrubbed it clean with all his heart, until there was no soap bubbles left. Finally, he twisted it with brute force, and he twisted the light and soft cloth into a hard twist.

After tossing around like this, it is hard to describe his heart as "a mess".

He pushed open his door silently, and there was a familiar person in the familiar room, forming a strange and strange scene.

Ling Jiale stood in front of his desk, with his back to him, bowed his head and flipped through a book, while brushing the damp hair with the other hand.

Such a straight back and the curvature of the back of the neck reminded him instantly of the day of their first audition.

His heart was miraculously at peace. He walked into the room and closed the door. Ling Jiale turned to look at him, holding up the book in his hand: "Is this your textbook?"

Shen Ge stepped forward, raised his hand, and gently rubbed his slightly damp hair.

Judging from Ling Jiale's slightly widened eyes, his move should have exceeded the norm.But it was amazing that he didn't panic at all, his fingers calmly ran through his wet hair, "It's still a bit wet..."

He opened the closet, took out a dry towel and handed it over, "Wipe it well, it's not good to sleep with wet hair."

Ling Jiale took it over without making a sound, glanced at him lightly from the corner of her eye, and rubbed his head once and for all.

Shen Ge picked up the book and flipped through it casually, "Well, college textbooks." He put the book back on the shelf and put it together with other textbooks.

Shen Ge only had one pillow, which was given to Ling Jiale.He also wanted to get new sheets and pillowcases, but Ling Jiale stopped him and complained to him: "Why are you doing this?"

He felt that Shen Ge was too outsider and a little unhappy.

Shen Ge looked at him, and put back the bed sheet he had just found out.

"Then what are you sleeping on?"

"You will know in a while, I have a good idea." Chen Ge said mysteriously while searching in the closet, but immediately he said to himself angrily, "Where did it go?"

He turned to the top of the wardrobe, the old-fashioned wardrobe almost reaching the ceiling, and even a man of his size had to stand on tiptoe.

The ankles are straightened, the muscles and bones of the outer ankle protrude into a beautiful ridge, the calf muscles are stretched and lifted upwards, bundles of slender muscle fibers are hidden under the skin, gathered into a lean and powerful line, and then pass through the knee The muscles and bones of the thigh are perfectly connected with the stronger and stronger muscles of the thigh.

Ling Jiale's movement of wiping his hair gradually stopped, he turned his eyes away, slid one hand to his mouth, bit it hard, then turned his eyes back, and couldn't help asking: "Have you ever practiced track and field?" ? High jump or something?"

Shen Ge turned his head in surprise, "How do you know? I did practice high jump for a period of time when I was in middle school. I was on the school team, but the steps are very professional..." He was very surprised, "How did you guess that? ? Or did I tell you? I forgot."

Ling Jiale said enthusiastically: "I guessed it myself! At first I wanted to guess if you were training for middle-distance running, but then I saw that your calf muscles are more like high jumping. They are not big, but they are very powerful." He endured I couldn't help but clenched my fists and exclaimed: "The muscle lines of your legs are so beautiful!"

Shen Ge was surprised, it is no exaggeration to say that his face blushed all of a sudden, fortunately he was not as obvious as Ling Jiale's blushing was every time, he just lowered his head to cover it up.

He bent down, pretended to search in the closet, and said to himself: "Where did you put it--" It was actually on this floor.

He took out a cotton coat from the closet and folded it neatly, stuffed it into the pillowcase, put it on the bed and patted it, "Look, cotton pillow."

I don't know which point of Ling Jiale's joke this pokes at, making him laugh non-stop.

"Is your hair dry?"

"Almost, that's it!"

"Is the temperature of the air conditioner okay?"

"can."

"Is the pillow height okay?"

"Shen Ge, you are so nagging."

"...Sleeping inside or outside?"

"...inside...well."

"Then... I turned off the light?"

"it is good."

A few seconds later, the two said at the same time: "Good night." They laughed together again.

After lying down for about ten minutes, or only a few minutes, Chen Ge heard Ling Jiale whispering: "Chen Ge? Are you asleep? Shen Ge? Shen Chengcheng?"

Shen Ge had no choice but to turn his face away, there was still a long distance between the two.

Ling Jiale was very happy, "You didn't fall asleep either?"

"……Um."

"Then let's chat for a while."

"...What are you talking about? Aren't you tired? Didn't you shoot for a long time today?"

"I was very tired during filming. Hey, I filmed a crying scene again today. The crying scene was really tiring. I took a lot of shots. The director thought I was crying too much, but I couldn't stop. The tears were disobedient and fell down by themselves. , you still remember the script..."

After hearing his long-winded words, Shen Ge sighed softly.

The night was too quiet, his sigh could not escape Ling Jiale's ears.

"what happened?"

Shen Ge shook his head, "The role of Jiang Lu is too tiring to play."

Condensing a person's emotions for several years into just four months, the emotional intensity is too great.

Ling Jiale didn't take it seriously, "I have always been very self-aware. This drama may be the best film I can receive in my life. I must play Jiang Lu well. I am especially grateful to our director for giving me this opportunity. ——" He chuckled, "Why is it like an acceptance speech?"

"But what I'm saying is the truth. I'm very grateful for this film. I didn't feel it before. Now, the more I shoot, the more I feel. To Jiang Lu, to the director, to the characters—" He stopped, as if swallowing half a sentence After a pause like that, he continued: "You know I've always been afraid of reading comments, right? In fact, I'm not only afraid of seeing those scolding people, but also afraid of seeing my fans scolding people, because I don't live up to it, let They can't win."

"I always felt sorry for them, and I didn't dare to face them. Now that I can finally straighten my back a little bit, I thought, in the future, my fans will also be able to say freely, 'Please stay away from private life and pay attention to works ’ In this way, you won’t be afraid of being looked down upon just because you like me.”

Shen Ge sighed heavily.

Ling Jiale smiled and pushed him, "What are you doing, you are old-fashioned. Hey, I have a question for you too!"

"Ah."

"Can you understand all your textbooks?"

"……can."

Ling Jiale was silent.

"There is a specialization in surgery, Ling Jiale."

Ling Jiale smiled, "Well... I just think it's a pity that you don't study anymore. I asked you the question before, whether you want to go back to study after filming this movie, and you said you haven't figured it out yet. What about now? Midtown is so good, and you are a top student, if you want to study and film at the same time, they will agree, and there are artists who do this now, just work a little harder..."

"I won't go back to study." Shen Ge interrupted him softly.

"Ah?" Ling Jiale felt sorry for him, "Don't..."

Shen Ge laughed, "I remember you used to say that I have superstar potential, is that just talking?"

"...No, I just think it's a pity that you gave up after studying for so many years." This is his own history of blood and tears again.

Shen Ge looked at him in the dim light outside the window for a moment, then turned over and lay down on his back, "I have a plan for myself. After filming this movie, I want to take the college entrance examination again, the acting department—"

Ling Jiale suddenly stood up and looked at him, "Is it okay?"

"Yes, I have inquired with the people in the company, as long as you have officially withdrawn from school, it will be fine."

"Huh? Haven't you dropped out of school now?"

"No, I'm on leave of absence now, and my student status is still there... Isn't it a bit complicated?"

Ling Jiale shook his head, he understood, "After dropping out of school, you can't just go back, right?"

"Correct."

"The acting department is very difficult!"

"I know, I've already learned a little bit about it, I think I'm fine..." He wanted to relax the atmosphere, and said jokingly: "There is only one thing, it is said that I will take the dance test, and I will ask you for advice then."

Ling Jiale was not amused by him, he propped up a little higher, and looked at him seriously, "Then what if you regret it?"

Shen Ge turned his head, with a faint smile on his face, that smile seemed to say "I won't regret it", and also seemed to say "It's okay to regret it".

Ling Jiale tossed her lips with her teeth, and finally let out a long sigh, "Why? Don't you like your previous major? You are not short of money now."

Some people want to be a star because of money, such as his friend Du Wen; some people want to be a star because of the feeling of being surrounded, such as him back then.

He thinks that Chen Ge is neither of these two kinds. Chen Ge does not covet material enjoyment, nor is he as vain and shallow as he was back then.

"That's right. Then I won't take the acting department, I'll go back to study mechanics, and I won't be an actor anymore."

Ling Jiale looked at him in astonishment, her eyes widened.

Shen Ge laughed, "Look, if you have a choice, you will have regrets. There is no perfect answer."

Ling Jiale stopped talking, just looked at him quietly, moved her body after a while, and got closer to him, "Why are you quite an actor?"

He got a little closer, Shen Ge turned his face to look at the roof again, put his hands under his head, as if longing for something, "Because, I like it."

Ling Jiale laughed, thinking he meant "because he likes acting".

"Then go ahead and talk about your plan."

"Let's keep it a secret first, and I'll tell you when it's realized."

It can't be said yet, his plan seems too presumptuous to say it now.

Unlike many of his peers who are still dreaming, he has already experienced life and death, and he takes many things lightly. He believes in pragmatism and believes that mediocrity is true.

But now he suddenly has ambitions, and suddenly his romance is even more unrealistic than boys of the same age.

It's just that those dreams can't be said now, especially not to Ling Jiale.Because his wild dreams and wild dreams are all caused by Ling Jiale.