After dressing as the partner of a disabled boss

Wen Zhen felt that he was going to suffocate.

He wanted to beat Sheng Zhen, but he knew that with Sheng Zhen's dogecoin level, a simple beating would not change anything at all.

So, Wen Zhen pretended to be calm and picked up the pen on the side, and then slapped Sheng Zhen's hand twice: "From now on, you need to change your habit of talking coquettishly."

"What is coquettish talk?" Sheng Zhen asked puzzled.

Wen Zhen took a deep breath: "What you said just now is flirtatious."

"Huh?" Sheng Zhen gently grabbed the pen, "But that's just the truth I want to tell."

"Don't pretend." Wen Zhen grabbed Sheng Zhen's hand, and wrote a dog character on his hand, "In the future, if you say a word, I will write you a dog character, and I will punish you for copying ten times." Purify the heart mantra.”

"The Immortal Venerable Warm Pillow is so majestic that evildoers dare not disobey."

"It's not allowed to talk like that."

"Xiaozhen asked me to be obedient, but Xiaozhen tried his best to torture me and punish me. Xiaozhen is good or bad." Sheng Zhen clicked his tongue.

"Otherwise, you'd better stop talking." Wen Zhen picked up the double-sided tape on the side, as if threatening.

Sheng Zhen quickly covered her mouth: "Okay, listen to Patriarch Wen."

Warm Pillow: ...it makes me speechless!

The beach outside the window is constantly surging, and the shells hidden in the fine sand rush out and then sink in quickly.

The two people in the room were still fighting, and the time passed slowly in their leisure time. It was not until it was getting late and the sun was fading away that Wen Zhen suddenly remembered that he hadn't recited his words yet.

He got up and said seriously: "I'm going to recite my lines. If you dare to disturb me, I will kick you down when you sleep tonight."

"Okay." Sheng Zhen blinked.

"Yeah." Wen Zhen rubbed his head, very satisfied with his performance.

"Reciprocity is a courtesy. Little pillow, I want to kiss you."

Wen Zhen ignored him, turned around and left.

Wen Zhen sat on the sofa in the living room on the second floor and recited words.

In fact, the entire script described each process in great detail, so detailed that he felt that this script was actually more suitable for filming TV dramas.

Because, if it is made into a movie, some places can only be deleted for the only shots.

Wen Zhen felt a little pity.

But soon, he was immersed in the script and didn't get distracted from thinking about it.

The general content of his next scene is that Xiao Yu is sure that he has a split personality, and then returns home to find that his parents have been killed.

Wen Zhen took a deep breath.

Start reciting lines.

His memory is already amazing, so it only takes half an hour for him to quickly memorize the lines of the next scene, not to mention that his character doesn't have many lines at all.

The expensive wall clock on the wall watched the quiet and beautiful young man sitting on the sofa silently reciting.

It couldn't bear to bother him, so it could only remind him with the movement of the second hand.

Outside the glass window behind the sofa, the wind and waves rolled up the fine sand, humming, and the only two palm trees on the beach were bent down.

The wall clock speculated that it was going to rain soon.Sure enough, after its second hand made five laps, a purple lightning exploded in the distance from Heitian, followed by two thunderclaps that resounded across the mainland of Kyushu.

Wen Zhen just finished reciting.

Hearing the sound, he suddenly remembered that night in Nanshan Street, his dogbi Taoist, who was afraid of the dark, hugged him tightly and didn't let go.

He put down the book and was about to see what Sheng Zhen was doing.

But at the next turn, Sheng Zhen came out of the corner and quickly walked over to hug him tightly.

"Xiaozhen, it's thundering." He hugged Wenzhen, his voice trembling imperceptibly.

?

Isn't his Taoist partner only afraid of the dark?Why are you afraid of thunder?

"Are you afraid of thunder?" Wen Zhen asked suspiciously.

Sheng Zhen nodded his head heavily: "Scared."

Wen Zhen thought about it, and finally felt that Sheng Zhen might be too much of a dog, afraid of being punished by God, that's why he was afraid of thunder.

So, in order to appease his dog and Taoist companion, Wen Zhen patted his back lightly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Little pillow hug me."

"Hold it."

"Kiss me again, little pillow."

"..Are you pretending?" Wen Zhen turned his face away and asked him.

"No." Sheng Zhen's eyes were dark, and when he looked down at the warm pillow, he was very tender, "I only have a little bit of thunder, because that time I was locked in a small dark room, it happened to be a typhoon day, so I couldn't sleep for five or six days. It's thundering and raining."

Wen Zhen was taken aback.

In the next second, he consciously hugged him, and apologized in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry, I blamed you."

"It's okay." Sheng Zhen coaxed, "The little pillow won't sleep in my bed tonight, okay?"

"Okay." Wen Zhen nodded and agreed directly.

Sheng Zhen hugged him on the sofa with a smile, leaned over and took a long kiss, and asked in a hoarse voice: "I smell the food. Is Xiaozhen hungry? Do you want to go down to eat first?"

"A little bit."

He has been filming recently, and he has consumed a lot, so he is hungry quickly.

Although this afternoon, he is teaching his Dogecoin Taoist.

"Let's go then."

"Are not you afraid?"

The thunder still rang.

Although it was only occasionally, the sound was still very deterrent.

"Xiaozhen is holding me, so I'm not afraid anymore." After finishing speaking, Sheng Zhen pinched Wen Zhen's face, "I said before that Xiaozhen can do magic, so as long as I stay by Xiaozhen's side, I'm not afraid of anything gone."

"Ok."

Wen Zhen let him lead her downstairs.

The servant downstairs greeted her with a normal face and went down.

"Do you have to hold hands while eating?" Wen Zhen asked.

Sheng Zhen sat on the chair, and through the glass window, he could clearly see the sudden lightning in the sky: "Yes."

"Won't that be inconvenient?"

"Huh?" Sheng Zhen raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you sit on my lap with the little pillow?"

Warm Pillow: ...It is unnecessary.

"No, just hold it, it's convenient."

Sheng Zhen looked at him sideways, didn't speak, and shook his head with a smile.

Wen Zhen's left hand was held by Sheng Zhen's right hand.

Ordinary people use their right hand more often, and he has observed that Sheng Zhen also writes with his right hand.But now, Sheng Zhen can flexibly use his left hand to eat with chopsticks.

He was puzzled and asked, "Why is your left hand so flexible?"

"Because I have been trained by the old man, my flexibility can be compared with my right hand."

Wen Zhen's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what to say to comfort his Taoist companion.

Saying some unspeakable love words made him feel hypocritical again.And both of them were eating, so it seemed a bit inelegant to lean over to kiss.

He thought about it, and finally picked up a piece of his favorite sweet and sour pork for Sheng Zhen: "I'll give you my favorite sweet and sour pork."

I hope that your future life will be full of the sweetness I bring to you.This sentence was hidden in the bottom of my heart, but I didn't say it.

"Ah."

The two of them just held each other like this, and after a peaceful meal, sweat was already dripping from Wen Zhen's palms.

The rain outside the window seemed to be gradually weakening, and purple electricity only occasionally appeared in the thick clouds, while the thunder seemed to have stopped long ago.

Wen Zhen asked: "It's a bit hot, can you let go of your hand first and wipe off the sweat?"

Sheng Zhen nodded and let go.

He picked up the paper towel on the table and carefully wiped the sweat on Wen Zhen's palm.

It was supposed to be just a little hot.

But after being rubbed by Sheng Zhen, it instantly became very hot and itchy.

Wen Zhen couldn't help curling up her fingers.

When Sheng Zhen noticed it, he scratched him with the tip of the paper in a wicked way.

An electric current quickly spread from the soft palm of the warm pillow to his whole body.

He quickly withdrew his hand and whispered, "It's fine."

"Yeah." Sheng Zhen stretched out his hand, motioning for him to hold it.

Wen Zhen was a little hesitant.

Because he's going to take a shower later.

Is he going to take a bath with Sheng Zhen holding hands?This is absolutely impossible!

He turned his face and looked out the window: "Look, the rain seems to have stopped soon, and there is no thunder."

"is it?"

As soon as Sheng Zhen finished speaking, the light rain outside the window immediately turned into a torrential rain.

In the distant sky, Zilong tore through the dark clouds and reappeared in the world, followed by thunder cheering for him.

Wen Zhen hasn't reacted yet.

He was hugged tightly by the people around him.

What is this strange phenomenon?

Can Sheng Zhen summon Thunder God and Lightning Mother?Why as soon as he spoke, they came.

"Xiaozhen, it's thundering."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Sheng Zhen hugged him tightly and asked in a low voice, "Can I go back to my room?"

back to the room?

Wen Zhen suddenly remembered the earplugs Zhou Chen bought for him last time.

He led Sheng Zhen up: "Okay, I'll take you back to the room."

"Ah."

After the two went upstairs together, Wen Zhen led Sheng Zhen to search the room for a long time, but in the end they couldn't find the earplugs he put in the bed cabinet.

He asked doubtfully, "Have you ever seen a small box with two earplugs in it?"

Sheng Zhen, who had lost the earplugs a long time ago, said innocently, "No."

What should I do?

Do you really want to hold hands and take a shower together?

"Do you want to take a bath?" Wen Zhen asked hesitantly.

"wash."

"Can I go alone?"

"It seems..." Sheng Zhen looked up at him, "It seems that it is not impossible."

Wen Zhen's eyes lit up: "Then you go take a bath first, and I'll wash after you finish."

"Why doesn't Xiaozhen want to take a bath with me? Obviously we are legal partners."

"I stink."

"Xiaozhen is obviously a little Xiangxiang."

"Go quickly."

Sheng Zhen picked up his clothes, looked at him step by step and turned his head three times, and said, "Xiaozhen will see you later."

Wen Zhen forced a smile.

He wondered, why is Sheng Zhen always so tired and crooked?Obviously taking a bath takes more than ten minutes, but he made it look like the two places are about to be separated.

Wen Zhen didn't quite understand.

But he felt that this might be Sheng Zhen's characteristic.

It is greasy and crooked, and Dogecoin is worthy of being the king of the Dogecoin country.

The two took turns taking a shower.

Just lie on the bed and cover the quilt and just chat.

There was always a dim night light on Sheng Zhen's end.

The warm light reflected his brows and eyes very gently, looking at him warmly, he suddenly remembered the day they first met.

Sheng Zhen is like this.

Gentle and clear, very beautiful.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Xiao Zhen can ask anything you want." Sheng Zhen closed his eyes and held him tightly.

"How did you survive the thunderstorm?"

"Resist." Sheng Zhen turned over, and the yellow warm light sprinkled along the quilt between the two of them. He looked at the pillow tenderly, and said in a low voice, "The old man put a surveillance camera in my room, and I I don’t want him to know about my weakness, so I pretended to be nonchalant and resisted.”

The pillow is silent.

His twinkling peach blossom eyes drooped slightly, looking like a small pear blossom that was about to wilt.

Sheng Zhen came over.

After dropping a gentle kiss on his eyelids, he said comfortingly: "Xiaozhen don't need to feel sad, these things have long passed. Now, as long as Xiaozhen stays by my side, I feel very happy."

Wen Zhen raised his eyes.

He took the initiative to kiss him.

Sheng Zhen naturally did not miss this hard-won opportunity.

He invaded Wenzhen's line of defense, kissed him with a little orange-scented kiss, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good night, little pillow."

The spring light in the eyes of the pillow is moving.

After biting his lower lip with his lower teeth, he let go immediately.

"Good night."

A good night's dream.

When Wen Zhen woke up, she looked at the sleeping person beside her, and got out of bed lightly.

After quickly washing up, he applied a thick layer of foundation to the rose-red hickey circle on his neck before going downstairs to have breakfast and rush to the set.

When he arrived at the set, he followed the usual steps and quickly started to make up.

The makeup artist did half of the makeup for him before he saw Yu Muqing who had come late.

Yu Muqing greeted him: "Good morning, you came really early today."

"Good morning."

Yu Muqing sat next to the warm pillow and put on makeup.

When he sat down, Wen Zhen just turned his face away, and saw a few traces exposed in the gap of Yu Muqing's shirt.

He is very familiar with the traces.

Because of Sheng Zhen's old Dogecoin, he got a lot of it just now.

But this is, after all, a personal life.

So Wen Zhen didn't think much about it, so she closed her eyes and continued to put on makeup.

Makeup artists apply makeup to them every day, and their skills are already very skilled.

So soon, the two of them melted together.

In the first scene, Xiao Yu went alone to find the bullied object.

After the actors and machines took their positions, Feng Qi immediately called to start.

In the script, Xiao Yu learned the name and class of the bullied object through the security guard, so he came to look for him immediately during the lunch break.

The person being bullied is called Xu Bai.

When he saw Xiao Yu, he was obviously very happy.

The two stood at the end of the corridor, Xiao Yu asked with a gentle smile, "Are you okay that day?"

"It's okay, thank you." Xu Bai said gratefully.

"You're welcome, as long as you're fine." Xiao Yu looked around and saw no one approaching, so he asked the question that had been bothering him for the past few days, "Did I knock them down that day?"

"Well, you suddenly became very powerful, and you knocked down all those bastards by yourself." Xu Bai hesitated, and whispered, "But you seem to be a little different. I can't say what is different. , it feels like you have suddenly become another person."

His words further confirmed Xiao Yu's guess.

The personality is split, and the memory between independent personalities cannot be shared, so his memory stayed at the time when he was strangled by the gangster.

"okay, thank you."

"You're welcome." Xu Bai smiled slightly, "I should be the one thanking you."

The description of split personality in the psychological book is only a few sentences, but Xiao Yu can guess that this is by no means a simple and curable disease.

Although various phenomena and facts point to split personality, Xiao Yu still has a fluke mentality.

He lowered his head and asked softly: "If someone still asks about this matter later, can you please don't tell me that I beat up those little bastards, can you?"

"Well, okay." Xu Bai nodded.

"Thank you, go back to the classroom, I'm sorry to bother you."

"you are welcome."

After watching Xu Bai return to the classroom, Xiao Yu took another trip to the school's psychological counseling room during his lunch break.

It's very dated.

And very cool.

Because their school's enrollment rate is very high, there will always be cases of being anxious and unable to fall asleep due to exams, or doing extreme things, so the school leaders opened this psychological counseling room, which is practically empty.

Sitting at the table was a middle-aged woman in her 50s wearing glasses.

Xiao Yu was a little embarrassed, and after he swallowed, he said, "Hi, teacher."

"Hello, little classmate." Her father lowered his glasses and looked him up. "Don't be nervous. Sit down first and speak slowly."

Only then did Xiao Yu relax a little.

Sitting across from him, he asked tangledly, "Does the teacher know about split personality?"

His voice just fell.

The teacher sitting opposite him stopped writing, and the pen and ink immediately blurred out a large black spot on the paper.

"The teacher knows." She closed the book and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yu muttered for a while, and finally, he lowered his head and said softly: "I seem to have this disease."

"Students, don't make jokes."

"It's not a joke, it's true." Xiao Yu said in a panic, "When I was choked, my classmates said that I changed a lot..."

As he talked, he lowered his head and was speechless again.

"Speak slowly and don't be nervous."

Afterwards, Xiao Yu calmly told the teacher what happened in detail.

After listening, she frowned even more tightly, and the two willow-leaf eyebrows seemed to be connected together.

She said seriously: "You guessed right. According to what you described, it is probably a split personality. This is a potential hidden danger, because you don't understand your sub-personality. If he is an antisocial personality If not, it will not only affect you personally, your family, but also your class and the whole school."

Xiao Yu's face was pale.

His eyes began to flicker, and his hands on his lap curled up consciously.

Then, he lowered his head, looked at the old and yellowed floor, and asked, "Is there any way to cure it?"

"This." The teacher stopped talking, looking at the boy in front of him with his head drooping more and more, he couldn't bear to say, "It's possible, but it's definitely not possible in this county. I suggest you ask your parents to take you there." Let's go to a big hospital in S City for diagnosis and treatment, and see how the situation is."

Xiao Yu nodded slightly: "Thank you teacher."

"You're welcome, but I hope you are ready to suspend school." She explained, "Because the treatment process for most mental illnesses is very long, so you have to communicate with your parents."

"Yeah." Xiao Yu nervously moved his hands, "Thank you...thank you teacher."

"You're welcome, go back and rest first."

"it is good."

"Cut." Feng Qi called out, "That's about the end of the first half of the scene. Yu Muqing will get ready and go on stage right away. Let's continue filming first and have lunch later."

Of course, the actors present did not dare to have an opinion, and they all nodded in agreement.

The next scene is the one that Wen Zhen and Yu Muqing acted in when they first auditioned.

Xiao Yu told Tan Lang the truth about his illness, and decided to ask his parents to take him to S City next door after he returned home.

In the first test, the two couldn't find fault with their performance, let alone reshoot now that they have a deeper understanding of the characters.

So, the two easily restored the scene and passed it at once.

Feng Qi smiled at the two of them with satisfaction, picked up a cigarette and decided to give everyone extra meals at noon.

Everyone is very happy, only Wen Zhen is always pale.

Because the scene in the afternoon was the key point in the transformation of Xiao Yu's character.

Although he memorized the lines by heart, and tried the play several times when Sheng Zhen didn't come to disturb him, his emotional performance always seemed to be lacking in something.

"What's the matter?" Feng Qi came over and patted him, "Why don't you go eat?"

"I'll go later." He thought for a while, and finally asked honestly, "Director Feng, I feel that when I was practicing the scene at home, I always seemed to be short of something. I don't know if this is because of my sense of empathy." question."

"When practicing at home, because the actors are in a comfortable environment and in a comfortable state, it is difficult for most of them to fully express their emotions. When performing live, the lighting props and other actors will make it easier for them to express themselves. You are under pressure, and it will also make you more immersive. Don’t worry, if you don’t do well in the afternoon, I will guide you according to your performance.” She lit the cigarette, “You chose this movie , choose me, I have to be responsible to you. Don't worry, kid."

Wen Zhen: "Well, thank you Director Feng."

"Let's go eat first."

"it is good."

After lunch and a 10-minute break, there was another new shoot.

Feng Qi didn't give the extra shots to Xiao Yu and Tan Lang on their way home from school together.

She directly asked Wen Zhen to act from the fork in the road.

Wen Zhen said it was okay.

After the props were set up and everyone was in their positions, Feng Qi gestured for him to start shooting.

Xiao Yu walked uphill slowly.

His steps were a little heavy, his fingers were tightly clutching the strap of his schoolbag, his face was tangled, and he was still hesitating what to tell his parents later.

Their home is a one-story bungalow that is very common in this generation, and Xiao Yu can see the oily smoke coming out of the window at this point.

But today seems different.

There was no oily smoke, and it was extremely quiet inside and outside the room.

Xiao Yu stepped forward, and when he saw that the pair of shoes his father often wore had been placed at the door, he felt even more strange.

His father usually turns on the TV when he comes back, and their TV is an old model, so the sound is very loud, and he can hear it when he stands outside the door.

Only when he had homework to do, his father would keep his voice down.

But now, the whole house is strangely quiet.

With a tremor in his heart, he stepped forward and pushed open the door.

After the door was opened, a strong smell of blood spread out, making Xiao Yu cover his nose directly.

He quickly walked inside, only to see Father Xiao and Mother Xiao on the sofa.

They sat facing each other, eyes closed as if asleep.

It's just that a knife was stuck in each chest, and the mouth was also sewn shut with needles and threads.

Blood slowly flowed from under their bodies to Xiao Yu's feet.

Three seconds later, he burst into a horrific scream.