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The next day Yang Yan arrived at the set early as usual.

He sat down in the rest area, read the script for a while, and looked up at the director's rest area.

The chairs were empty, and Lin Siji hadn't come yet.

Lin Siji was rarely late today. After the first shot was taken, he was wrapped in a long down jacket with a scarf wrapped around his cheeks, and slowly took his seat.

Assistant Director Liu walked around during the transition, and seeing Lin Siji who was wrapped in a ball on the third floor, he was shocked: "Director Lin, you are..."

Lin Siji pulled down the scarf, coughed twice secretly: "I have a cold."

"Yo." Assistant Director Liu's face changed suddenly, and he said nervously, "It's not serious, why don't you go to the hospital to have a look."

Lin Siji said: "It's okay, it's just a cold, it will be fine in two or three days."

Assistant Director Liu was still worried: "Why don't you go back to the hotel and rest, and I'll watch over here."

Lin Siji smiled: "It's different where you rest, you can feel more at ease here..."

As he was talking, his eyes suddenly glanced aside and Wu Zai approached lightly with something in his arms.

"Wait...cough cough, wait a minute." Lin Siji stopped him, "What are you doing here?"

Wu Zai stopped his movements and said unnaturally, "Come and return the heat."

He lowered his hands so that Assistant Director Liu and Lin Siji could clearly see the portable heater in his arms.

Deputy director Liu looked at Wu Zai's twisted posture, and wondered: "If you turn on the heat, you can turn on the heat, why are you still sneaking around?"

"Oh." Wu Zai's expression became even more unnatural, "Brother Yang told me to come here secretly, don't let others see."

The assistant director was taken aback: "Why?"

"Who knows." Wu Zai was also confused, he tried to find an excuse, "Maybe it's to avoid suspicion."

The assistant director couldn't figure it out: "What's there to avoid suspicion? It's heating, not bed warming..."

"Cough cough." Lin Siji coughed twice, and said to Wu Zai, "Take the heat back, I'm not used to it."

Wu Zai came back dangling with the heater in his arms, Yang Yan put down the script and asked with his eyes.

Wu Zai said helplessly, "Director Lin doesn't want it."

Yang Yan said, "Didn't you tell him that he needs heating more because he has a cold?"

Wu Zai said: "I said it, but he said that he is sick even if he has heating or not. It is better to give the heating to people who are not sick to prevent getting sick."

The reasons that are hard to pronounce, the logic chain is clear and nonsense, are Lin Siji's usual tricks to confuse people.

Yang Yan looked at Wu Zai without words: "So you came back with the heater in your arms."

"Yeah." Wu Zai muttered, "It makes sense, doesn't it?"

When there is no need to shoot scenes with special time requirements, the crew will generally give a two-hour lunch break at noon.

Lin Siji is a very down-to-earth director, he ate and lived with the crew all the way, and even a ten-yuan box lunch can be cleaned up.

But today there are some exceptions.Because of the cold, Lin Siji's throat was very uncomfortable, even saliva hurt, and eating was like being tortured.After taking two mouthfuls of rice, he put down his chopsticks and ate happily.

Lin Siji drank the cold medicine prepared by his assistant, packed up his things and prepared to take a nap.

He left his seat to throw out the garbage, and when he came back, he saw Wu Zai carrying a chair, followed by Yang Yan, and the two of them rushed this way as if migrating.

Lin Siji stopped at the same spot, watching with his eyes wide open, Wu Zai put down the stool, Yang Yan sat on it seamlessly, Wu Zai stuffed the heater into his hand again, grabbed the plug and looked for the outlet with arrogance, the whole process.

Yang Yan sat neatly on the chair, hugged the heater, looked up at Lin Siji expressionlessly: "Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon." Lin Siji glanced up and down, "You are..."

"It's too windy over there, can I come to Director Lin for shelter?"

"..." Lin Siji stated the facts, "You have already come."

"..."

Yang Yan ignored his words, and thanked him politely and forcibly: "Thank you."

Lin Siji was overwhelmed by his strong buying and selling, and didn't know what to say for a while, but looked suspiciously at the heater in Yang Yan's arms.

This may be the brightest moment of this box-shaped cheap portable appliance-it was replaced by a very well-known (though largely hacked) big man with a face like a work of art (but his expression is always frozen) The star embraces her with a calm and firm strength in the gesture of a mother embracing a child.

At that moment, Lin Siji had the illusion that Yang Yan exuded an indescribable maternal radiance.

The light was so dazzling that he had no choice but to raise his hand and rub his stinging temple.

Lin Siji's movement of looking at the heater was too conspicuous, Yang Yan noticed his gaze.

He hugged the heater tightly, and asked politely: "Although I know you are not used to the director, but I am more afraid of the cold...so...it can be used."

It turned out that this was the idea of ​​beating around the bush.

If the heater alone couldn't be delivered, they simply bundled up and packed it together.

Lin Siji couldn't laugh or cry: "Please go ahead."

So Yang Yan hugged the heater with peace of mind and didn't move.

Lin Siji returned to his seat and sat down. He casually wiped off the dust on the equipment in front of him, and took advantage of the reflection of the black screen to look behind him.

Wu Zai came back, he took out something from the bag and handed it to Yang Yan.

Yang Yan raised his head and said a few words to him, Wu Zai raised his eyes to look at Lin Siji, and walked over.

"Director Lin." Wu Zai stopped beside Lin Siji, "Do you want to take a nap?"

Lin Siji raised his head and smiled politely: "I was going to sleep, what's wrong?"

Wu Zai passed the things in his hands forward: "Perhaps, do you need a pillow?"

What he was holding in his hand was an inflatable pillow, a bulging piece with a clean dark blue tone.

Lin Siji asked: "Give this to me, what about your artists?"

Wu Zai said: "It's okay, Brother Yang still has a spare."

"Oh." Lin Siji said, "Thank you then."

He wanted to reach out to pick up the inflatable pillow, but Wu Zai shrank his hand and put the pillow back inexplicably.

Wu Zai raised the pillow and said, "Director Lin, you may not be able to use this well. Let me tell you. Put the groove in the middle on your neck and put your head on the side. It's very comfortable..."

Lin Siji's hands froze in the air in embarrassment. He wanted to say that he knows how to use an inflatable pillow. There are not many people in this world who don't know how to use an inflatable pillow. Use its flexible brain to quickly figure out the purpose of this thing.

But Wu Zai was eloquent, and Lin Siji couldn't resist this surging kindness for a while.

Looking at Wu Zai, who was spitting all over the place, Lin Siji silently thought that this manager might have entered the wrong business. With such "thoughtful consideration", he should be a good kindergarten teacher. His nature is also enough to make him shine and grow bigger and stronger in the e-commerce industry.

Lin Siji inexplicably felt that Wu Zai had a sense of familiarity, he pondered for a moment, and dragged out a certain college alumnus who was equally enthusiastic and stupid from his memory and whipped his corpse.

Thinking of this, Lin Siji looked amusedly at Yang Yan not far away.

Yang Yan was obviously also paying attention to Lin Siji's situation.Hearing Wu Zai's unnecessary introduction, his face was ashen, with an embarrassing expression of embarrassment, wishing to escape the scene immediately by diving three feet into the ground.

Noticing Lin Siji's gaze, Yang Yan also looked over.

The eyes of the two met, one teased, the other helpless.

"How can you always gather such people around you?"

"How would I know."

Their gazes collided in the air, they briefly exchanged the words their master wanted to express, and when they touched, they immediately separated.

Wu Zai is still insisting on introducing:

"...This pillow is very airtight, and there will never be any air leakage during pressing and pressing, as long as the plug is not pulled out..."

Wu Zai made the point, without even thinking about it, he held the plug in his hand, and pulled it out neatly...

"like this!"

Wu Zai's voice was loud.

"laugh--"

Not to be outdone by the pillows.

The sound of air leakage drew Lin Siji's attention back, and Yang Yan also turned his attention to Wu Zai again.

Even Wu Zai himself was attracted by the strange sound and lowered his head suddenly.

Under the gaze of the three of them, the dark blue pillow hiccupped angrily and shriveled quickly.

Wu Zai: ...

Yang Yan: ...

Lin Siji: ...

When the pillow was reduced to a piece of thin cloth, Lin Siji broke the silence.

He said politely: "Excuse me, how do I use it now."

Wu Zai woke up like a dream, realizing the stupid thing he did just now, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"It's okay, just blow it up again... Director Lin, wait a moment."

In a hurry, he raised the pillow, and he was about to blow with his mouth.

Yang Yan finally couldn't stand it anymore, he threw the heater on the chair, took two steps forward, grabbed Wu Zai's arm, and stopped him from blowing.

"Lin Siji is obsessed with cleanliness." He whispered, "If your saliva is on the pillow, he won't be willing to use it."

"Then what should I do." Wu Zai was dumbfounded while clutching the pillow, "I can't let him blow it up by himself, he's still sick..."

Yang Yan and Wu Zai stared at each other with big eyes, while Lin Siji watched the fun with a smile on his side.

After a moment of embarrassment, Yang Yan lowered his voice: "I'll do it."

"Oh." Wu Zai subconsciously handed over the shriveled pillow, and suddenly realized something.

"That's not right!" He yelled in shock, "Since he has a cleansing habit, he doesn't mind getting your saliva on him?"

Wu Zai didn't control the volume when he said this, as long as Lin Siji was not deaf, he should have heard it clearly.

Yang Yan suppressed the urge to curse, thinking with a blank expression.

Of course he doesn't mind my drooling.

After all, it is not unheard of to exchange saliva directly.

But this can't be said to Wu Zai, so Yang Yan can only stop there stiffly, and doesn't move in embarrassment.

Lin Siji had seen enough excitement, coughed twice, and said with a smile: "Why don't I play it myself."

"But Director Lin, you are not sick..." Wu Zai said.

Lin Siji smiled: "It's just a cold, you're not so weak that you can't blow a single pillow, give it to me."

Yang Yan handed out the pillow without a word, and Lin Siji took it.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome." Yang Yan replied in a low voice.

Lin Siji quickly finished blowing up the pillow, and he stuck the inflatable pillow around his neck.

This pillow is usually used by Yang Yan, and the pillow surface is stained with Yang Yan's unique smell.

The tip of Lin Siji's nose moved closer to the surface of the pillow.

The ethereal smell is hard to define, probably reminiscent of winter sunshine, full of contradictory sense of stability.

Same as Yang Yan.

Lin Siji raised his eyes, and looked back through the reflection of the black screen of the machine again.

In the back, Yang Yan was sitting on a chair, with an inflatable pillow stuck around his neck, his head drooping, little by little, and he seemed to be sleeping restlessly.

This little fool.

Lin Siji couldn't help but laugh.

When the pillow is stuck on the back of the neck, it makes people lean back. Of course, it is uncomfortable to sleep forward.

Yang Yan's sitting posture was also twisted, with her toes pointing to the ground, her heels stuck on the chair legs, her knees propped up abnormally high, and the heater on her knees was also raised because of this, and the air vents were pointing in one direction...

Lin Siji paused.

He raised his hand to touch the back of his neck, where it was warm, and the hot air had been blowing softly since just now.

Lin Siji turned around.

Yang Yan's heel slid off the chair leg suddenly, and the sudden loss of balance woke him up.

Yang Yan frowned, and moved his lips, as if he had cursed.

He squinted his eyes, bent down and hammered the sore calf muscles twice, and then put his back heel on the chair leg, returning to the posture before he woke up...

Yang Yan stretched out his hand to touch the radiator, made sure that the air outlet was raised, and after aiming at Lin Siji's side, he lowered his hand and lowered his head in peace...

After a few seconds, his head began to go down a little bit again.

Holding the heater, Yang Yan fell into an uneasy sleep again.