After the official announcement with the disabled actor

The hotel is not far from the studio, and it takes about ten minutes to get there along the Qingshiban Road.

Hearing Fu Ying's impatient tone, Ting Miao blushed. After closing the door in embarrassment, Master Liu leisurely turned the steering wheel and drove towards the set.

The door slammed shut, and the car was immediately blocked.

The windows were clearly wide open, but the air seemed to be blocked and unable to circulate.

Ting Miao pursed her lips, feeling a little bored, but it was more of a bewilderment sitting next to Fu Ying.

He found that his heart was beating faster and faster, and the sound of beating was so clear that he even vaguely felt that Fu Ying beside him could hear it.Thinking of this, a nervous blush climbed up his neck, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of hot carbon.

After Fu Ying told him to close the door, she didn't speak anymore, and sat quietly inside.

Although he hasn't formally talked with Fu Ying, he also has a faint feeling that Fu Ying seems to be very different from three years ago.At that time, Fu Ying was high-spirited and had an unruly temperament. From the first meeting, Ting Miao fell in love with him.Now, it is more stable and colder.But no matter what, everything made Ting Miao's heart flutter.

Ting Miao thought about it, his heart was about to move, and he couldn't help but sneak a few glances.

Fu Ying's face is really superior, heroic and tough, and the angular facial contours are like the perfect work of a sculptor.His browbones were straight and straight, and his narrow and long eyes were extremely deep, revealing a vague feeling that people were inaccessible. His high nose bridge and strong jaw line were more attractive than before.

Ting Miao was completely confused by Su, wishing he could stare at Fu Ying without turning his eyes.

He was still somewhat rational, and what Master Liu said just now appeared in his mind.

"Mr. Fu joined the group later..." Joined the group?

Could it be that Fu Ying returned to work after three years, and the first choice of the crew was "Poetry Collector"?Ting Miao's eyes lit up, and there was a mischievous rabbit in his heart, constantly disturbing his already messy thoughts.

Thinking of Fu Ying filming with him, Ting Miao wanted to laugh excitedly now.

But where dare.

He pursed his lips, his throat rolled frequently, took out his mobile phone, and the only way to offset the restless agitation in his heart was to tell Brother Wen Qin the good news.

[Ting Miao]: I was so excited that I hammered my head.jpg

[Wen Qin]:?

[Ting Miao]: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

[Wen Qin]: What the hell are you doing, you haven't been to the set yet?

[Ting Miao]: Brother Wenqin, do you know who the other heroine of the poetry collector is?

[Wen Qin]: I don't know.

The rabbit hiding in Ting Miao's heart jumped up and down, wishing it could jump out of his throat with its heart.Ting Miao peeked aside, excitedly.

He swallowed, and reservedly wrote two words in the dialogue box:

[Ting Miao]: Fu Ying.

These two characters were too familiar to his input method, so he typed them twice casually, and they popped out.Ting Miao looked at the two words on the screen, his eyes were stained with a smile, and he felt that his breathing became heavier.

Every time he thinks of Fu Ying in the past four years, he can't help rambling in the memo, recording all his thoughts.

But now, Fu Ying is no longer just words in the memo, but has finally become a real existence.

[Wen Qin]: Are you dreaming?Last time I drank and still didn't wake up, did I?

Why not believe it.

Ting Miao's delicate brows frowned, her mouth was flattened, and her cheeks puffed out angrily.He rested his chin on one hand, stared at Brother Wenqin's words of dreaming, and hummed in his heart.

[Ting Miao]: It's true.

[Wen Qin]: All right, all right, really, whatever you think is ok, keep filming, I have time to visit the crew.

[Wen Qin]: I'm busy, wave~

Ting Miao: "..."

Brother Wen Qin is really serious, what a big deal it is to meet Fu Ying again, I want to be the first to share the joy with him, but in the end he is coaxed like a child by the other party.

Ting Miao pursed his lips, and asked again in his heart:

Why doesn't he believe it?

Ting Miao was not in the mood to talk to Brother Wenqin any more, and planned to take a few more glances at Fu Ying, and then ponder in his heart what kind of gesture he should use to start a pleasant conversation with Fu Ying.

Unexpectedly, just after he pressed the lock screen, before he could take a sneak peek, a slender hand pinched his chin and forced him to turn his head.

"Huh?" Ting Miao was dumbfounded.

The warm fingertips contained thin calluses, a little rough, and when they pinched his chin, the force was so heavy that he was forced to raise his head.

Even the body turned around slightly, facing Fu Ying directly.

They are so close, the seats in the RV are always close to each other, but now that Fu Ying's hand is pinching his face, Ting Miao feels that the other's breath is intertwined with his own.He only knew that the already dull RV was occupied by the sound of deep breathing, and the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling made the little rabbit in his heart even more restless.

be terribly upset.

Ting Miao's eyes panicked.

His breathing became disordered for an instant, and his white and tender face turned red.

Ting Miao's expression was dazed, his slightly trembling eyelashes were thin and long, flickering because of nervousness, his innocent eyes seemed to be asking what happened.

Fu Ying's extremely aggressive eyes fell on his face, and he narrowed his eyes: "I'm back."

"So, what do you want to ask?" Fu Ying whispered.

Ting Miao's pupils shrank, and he suddenly raised his eyes.

Does he know real interviews? !

Ting Miao was forced to raise his neck, and his small Adam's apple rolled down very obviously.

His face instantly flushed red when Fu Ying asked the question.

"I want to ask, you..."

Ting Miao suddenly couldn't speak clearly, took a light breath, tried to ignore Fu Ying's gloomy and paranoid eyes, and stared at him without blinking.

In his eyes, it seemed that there was only room for Fu Ying alone.

Whether it was Fu Ying who was once high-spirited or now indifferent, from the beginning to the end, it was him.

Ting Miao took a deep breath, although he was frightened by Fu Ying's face just now, he soon recovered.He blinked his round eyes, and the fine and curly Jieyu kept trembling, and said softly: "Huan... welcome back."

When the words fell, Ting Miao was so stunned that he cursed in his heart that he was worthless.

It was obviously not what I thought at first.

He has kept the words for four years and wants to tell Fu Ying.

Ting Miao stared at Fu Ying's handsome face, and muttered to organize his words, but when he was about to speak, Fu Ying's hands suddenly became heavier, and his jaws were tightly grasped.

"hiss--"

Ting Miao gasped in pain, gasped, and frowned.

He couldn't speak, and asked Fu Ying what's wrong with his eyes in a daze.

In the quiet interior of the caravan, a different kind of tension gradually rose.

"pain?"

Fu Ying snorted lightly, the strength in his hand was still there, and the fingers of the other hand tapped methodically on his knee.

Ting Miao raised his neck, glanced at the knuckle fingers out of the corner of his eye, his heart beat rhythmically following the movements of his fingers in a trance.

Bang bang, bang bang.

I'm going to jump out.

Ting Miao reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and responded to Fu Ying's question with a slight nod.

The pain is really painful. The small and round jaw seems to have been pinched.

Ting Miao pouted, and gave Fu Ying an innocent look bitterly.

This look is enough to show a person's innocence. Fu Ying seldom sees such a young man with such a harmless expression and actions. He is obviously very scared, and his heart is obviously beating rapidly, but the eyes are black and white. Still full of joy and obedience.

What an obedient little rabbit.

Fu Ying raised the corners of her mouth, slowly moved her eyes to his red ears, and suddenly leaned over.

The body suddenly approached, Ting Miao saw that the distance between Fu Ying and him was less than half a foot, and his breathing suddenly panicked.The pupils of the eyes were almost subconsciously covered with a layer of mist, and the originally clear eye sockets gradually turned into a drunken, wet and rosy appearance.

Fu Ying saw the change in his eyes, pressed down her thin lips fiercely, exerted force with her wrist, and pinched Ting Miao's chin, staring at him.

"you like me?"

Fu Ying narrowed her eyes: "Say."

Hearing this, Ting Miao's heart skipped a beat, his eyes suddenly widened, and his shrunken pupils were full of disbelief.

Fu Ying, he, does he know?

In the driver's seat ignored by the two of them.

Master Liu has been paying attention to the movement behind. When the two of them talked at first, he thought it was a greeting from colleagues, but when Fu Ying said this sentence coldly, he was surprised.

He was afraid that he might have glimpsed some unspeakable secrets of the star, so he straightened his body and concentrated on driving.

Little did he know, his heart had long been provoked by these words.

Ting Miao is also brainstorming.

He thought it would be better to say it out, even if Fu Ying didn't accept the feelings he had stored for four years, he should let him know.But just as he was about to speak, he felt bad. Why did Fu Ying bear his unrequited love? They had never met formally, and there were still several months to film the Poetry Officer, so they couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

When Ting Miao was thinking, he glanced left and right out of the corner of his eye, and the flexible eyeballs in his big eyes moved quickly, as if he was afraid that no one would see him.

Fu Ying easily caught Ting Miao's hasty eyes.

The smile on his lips faded.

As soon as the tiger's mouth was loosened, Fu Ying let Ting Miao go suddenly, her eyes were low and sullen: "It's time to get out of the car."

The indifferent voice fell, and Ting Miao felt a little lost. He turned his head anxiously, only to realize that the RV had parked outside the studio at some time.

Looking back at Fu Ying again, there was no expression on the other side.

Ting Miao bit the bullet and forced himself to calm down. He opened the door quickly and Fu Ying got out of the car first as he was seated outside.

The RV was parked in a special parking space outside the studio, and there was no one around. After Ting Miao jumped out of the car, before he had time to speak, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The verdant mountains are layered on top of each other, and there are many flowers and plants in full bloom in the early autumn.

The shooting location of the crew is on the mountainside. Although it is a real scene shooting, the necessary exterior buildings have been set up here, and the momentum is mighty.In addition to shooting related, there are rest areas and temporary tents for the actors, which can be described as fully prepared.

Ting Miao looked around curiously.

After knowing all the scenes of the crew, he suddenly became suspicious.

It's been a long time since I stood outside enjoying the scenery, why didn't Fu Ying get off the car for so long?

Ting Miao blinked, walked over to take a look, and saw that Master Liu was in a hurry to open the trunk, and took out a wheelchair from it with difficulty.

"Master Liu, this is..."

A terrifying thought took root in Ting Miao's mind.

The soles of his feet seemed to be locked by the ground, and his body stiffened in place. He watched Master Liu take out the wheelchair and put it on the door of the car, and said, "Mr. Fu, come down."

Fu Ying glanced coldly at the dazed Ting Miao, and leaned out.

His eyes dimmed slightly, and the lines of his face were tense. He stretched out his hands to support the seat with difficulty, and then slowly controlled the wheelchair. He sat in the cold wheelchair from the RV with no expression on his face.

Ting Miao gasped for breath.

Although it is almost impossible to accomplish in the eyes of others, Fu Ying's process is extremely skillful.

After he sat firmly in the wheelchair, he turned his head to thank Master Liu with a nod.

The conversation between the two was also faint, Ting Miao blinked, unconsciously, but there was a sudden chill, his whole body felt cool, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Fu Ying turned the wheelchair and moved forward slowly.

When he passed the shocked Ting Miao, he saw the helplessness and panic in Ting Miao's eyes.

Fu Ying glanced at him, the veins on his forehead tensed up, as if he was restraining and enduring something.

Master Liu has already left, and there are only two of them around.

"Ting Miao." Fu Ying raised her eyelids, and the knuckles of her fingers resting on the wheelchair turned pale.

With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he said unhurriedly, "Are you afraid?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 6 bottles of Dark Pavilion;