The whole Internet is black, I was chased and killed by my ex

Wu Zai was full of energy, his roar was earth-shattering, and half the set turned around curiously. If it wasn't for the fact that the corner where Yang Yan and Lin Siji stayed together was really hidden, the embarrassing scene in the early morning would have to repeat itself when he came out.

Lin Siji let go of Yang Yan, continued to practice, and turned to face Wu Zai, whose three courts and five eyes were all crooked in shock.

"Director." He explained gently.

"Oh..." After recognizing Lin Siji, Wu Zai managed to calm down a bit, but his mood was still fluctuating.

Although it is said to be a directing play, the action just now was too... intimate. Could it be that this is the unique teaching method of famous directors...

Wu Zai was full of thoughts.

Also, why, it's Lin Siji again.

He glanced at Yang Yan who continued to chop vegetables like an ostrich.

Moreover, why is his own artist, who is usually as cold as an ice cube, so obedient and obedient as a little daughter-in-law in front of Lin Siji?

Wu Zai's expression changed rapidly, Lin Siji was obviously not in the mood to take care of his doubts.

He straightened his crooked cuffs and opened his mouth.

"I happen to have something to discuss with you, maybe it's convenient?"

"What?" Wu Zai was at a loss.

Lin Siji made a gesture of borrowing a step, and took Wu Zai two steps to the side.

"Have you heard of 'Star Entertainment'?"

"I've heard of it." Hearing this name, Wu Zai calmed down a little. "The new media outlets in the past two years have a bunch of paparazzi on their hands. They are very unfriendly to male actors, especially for..."

"Yang Yan." Lin Siji continued his words, "This time the rumor was first released by his family's marketing account, and the hot search was also paid by his family."

Wu Zai frowned.

"We also analyzed this during our meeting yesterday... How can a new small media get so much money to spend on hot searches?"

"I know about that." Lin Siji said, "My assistant found something yesterday, if you need it, I'll ask him to send you a copy."

Wu Zai's eyes lit up: "Can you?"

"Of course." Lin Siji smiled, "My ability here is limited, and I can only find so much. When you find something new, just remember to let me know."

"Definitely." Wu Zai was naturally happy to get a copy of the information. He had completely forgotten the scene of Lin Siji pressing Yang Yan 2 minutes ago, and only anxiously held his phone and asked,

"Then why don't we add a WeChat account to facilitate future contact."

Lin Siji added it to him straightforwardly, and asked casually when setting it up: "Is there something wrong with Yang Yan's sleep? I think his mental state is not very good."

Wu Zai became nervous again: "Will it affect filming?"

"It's okay." Lin Siji said, "The impact is not too great, but I want to understand the situation."

Wu Zai sighed: "It's an old problem. My artist has a heavy heart. For a while, I basically suffered from insomnia every day. Now I'm better with medicine..."

"Drugs." Lin Siji caught the key word, "Sleeping pills?"

"No, but it's similar." Wu Zai opened up the chatter box and babbled, "The doctor said that the side effects are less than sleeping pills, but there are still some. It is recommended not to take more, but Yang Yan didn't listen to the advice, and said that he chose side effects over insomnia and side effects. Well... I can only mention it once a day to keep him from becoming drug dependent... But it seems useless now."

Lin Siji frowned slightly, and said, "Okay, then I'm glad you continued to remind me."

"Hey, it's okay." Wu Zai replied.He didn't realize at all that his artist's privacy had been completely shaken up in his words, "But I didn't expect Director Lin to care so much about actors."

"The status of an actor is closely related to the quality of the movie." Lin Siji said, "I still value the movie "Double-Faced Life" very much."

Today, the crew of Two-Faced Life aired relatively late. When we returned to the hotel, there were no cars on the road, and there were only a few reporters. I don't know if they were asked to leave by the security, or they were tired and went home.

Yang Yan responded perfunctorily to Wu Zai's instructions, went back to the room and closed the door, threw herself on the bed, not wanting to move.

I practiced chopping vegetables for most of the day, and in the evening I started shooting for another four or five hours.

The assistant director was very strict on the details, and if he made a mistake, he immediately called the card to start over.

So in the end, I didn't finish work until eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening.

Yang Yan recalled, feeling very sorry for the sack of potatoes.

They were originally qualified to be decently turned into potato shreds under the chef's knife, but in the end they ended up with the unlucky fate of twisting out of the street in their own hands.

His sense of guilt reached its peak when Wu Zai told him that all the potato chips he cut out would be the crew's box lunch tomorrow.

Yang Yan felt that the crew was miserable—because of the male lead's poor acting skills, he was forced to pay late into the night, and the next day he could only eat strangely shaped shredded potatoes.

He buried himself on the bed for a while, and finally couldn't bear the smell of dust all over his body, so he walked into the bathroom staggeringly.

Yang Yan quickly took a shower. The pajamas were still yesterday's. Before putting them on, he buried his head and took a deep breath.

In addition to the soft fragrance of lemon laundry detergent, there are also a few strands of cool tone of birch forest.

Lin Siji's perfume...

Yang Yan buried her head and sucked again, delusional that she was back in yesterday's bed.

The quilt and pillow were probably laid by Lin Siji, the clean sheet was stained with Lin Siji's smell, Yang Yan slept in it, like lying on a snowy night in the birch forest, he couldn't help but get a good night's sleep.

Yang Yan buried his head in his pajamas for a while, and then suddenly realized that it was strange that he was so naked and obsessed with other men's smell.

Probably to prove that he is not a pervert, Yang Yan unfurled the pajamas, shook them twice, and put them on.

Yang Yan habitually dug out the medicine from the bag, but rarely struggled whether to take it or not.

It's not that he didn't listen to the doctor's advice, Wu Zai's noisy reminded him every day.

But without taking medicine, I really can't fall asleep...

The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, Yang Yan hurriedly put the medicine back into the bag, and walked towards the door stepping on his slippers.

Before opening the door, Yang Yan looked at the cat's eyes. He just wanted to confirm his identity, but when he saw the person outside the door, his pupils tightened in shock.

Lin Siji.

Yang Yan froze for a moment, what is he doing here.

Yang Yan looked down at her loose pajamas, and the corner of her mouth curled down.

At such a disheveled moment, he really didn't want to see Lin Siji very much.

But when the director came to visit the room, the actor couldn't help but show face, so Yang Yan finally opened the door.

Yang Yan couldn't help trembling from the unexpected blowing in the corridor, and at the same time, the wooden fragrance coming from the pavement made Yang Yan indulge for a moment.

He quickly realized that he had lost his composure, and lowered his eyes, intending to avoid Lin Siji's gaze, but was unexpectedly attracted by the things in Lin Siji's hands.

Lin Siji was holding a tray, and under the bartender's professional gesture, the pink milk glass on the tray was shining.

"Good evening." Lin Siji smiled brightly.

"Good evening." Yang Yan stared at the girl's cup full of heart, and replied without soul.

"Old Liu gave it to him. He said it was a bit late, and he asked the logistics staff to heat up milk for the crew to use as a bedtime drink. He also specifically asked me to bring you a copy, saying that I scolded you hard today, and this is an apology." Lin Siji picked up the cup and handed it over.

Yang Yan looked at the kitten stretching on the milk cup, and the clouds in the background were all pink.

He hesitated to speak.

"Assistant director... is she so girlish?"

"Who knows, maybe he wants to switch to making idol films." Lin Siji smiled, and stretched the cup forward again.

After all, it was the assistant director's wish, Yang Yan couldn't refuse.

He pressed the sentence "I'm not used to drinking before going to bed" into the bottom of his heart, and took it carefully.

Fingers inevitably touched Lin Siji's skin again. The body temperature after pouring hot water was in stark contrast to the icy coldness blown by the cold wind. Yang Yan only felt that the touch was like warm jade, and the coldness of the skin could not cover the bones. hot.

Yang Yan's fingers trembled slightly, and the milky white in the cup also rippled.

"You don't need to return the cup, just keep it." Lin Siji withdrew his hand, "Good night."

"Good night." Yang Yan said dryly.

The door was closed, and the hot air swirling in the room rushed over, making up for the lack of warmth and coolness at the door.

Yang Yan held the cup and thought about it, and finally decided not to waste it.

The temperature of the milk is just right, with a hint of sweetness, it should be sugar.

A trick to coax a child.

Yang Yan thought that the person who boiled the milk must have young restless children, so the liquid flowing into the stomach revealed such a sweet smell that lulls them to sleep.

He gulped down the milk and gently rubbed his slightly full stomach.

If you eat sweets so late, you may gain weight.

Yang Yan became worried after realizing it, but the lingering sweetness between his lips and teeth made him honestly feel unfinished.

Yang Yan is a child's palate, he likes sweets and fears bitterness, and he can't eat spicy food very much, so he is very picky eater.But after debut, all tastes have become nihilistic, and calories are used instead of delicious to measure food.

A slight weight gain will cause heated discussions and discredit on the marketing account.Yang Yan has not touched sweets for many years.

It should be okay to be presumptuous once in a while.

And if you drink it all, worrying is useless.

Yang Yan no longer thought about it.He put down the glass, went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and then walked back to the room, pulling the lamp and jumping on the bed in one go.

Habitually wrapping himself in sheets, Yang Yan realized later that he hadn't taken any medicine today.

However, the warmth of the quilt, the restraint of the quilt, the happiness of filling his stomach, and the rare drowsiness welling up in his brain all made him reluctant to move.

Yang Yan yawned, thinking for the first time that he might be able to fall asleep without sleeping aids.

He was right, after a while, Yang Yan fell asleep wrapped in a quilt.

The sweet smell of hot milk was still lingering in the room, Yang Yan, who was sleeping soundly, breathed the milk-scented air, and dreamed of the past time.

It must have been a long time ago. That memory is like candy sealed in a jar. When I shake it, I know it is still in it from the sound. I want to peek but I am timid.

Hot milk has no intention of being an opportunity.It lightly pried open the sealed opening of the can, and the mellow syrup overflowed, slowly flowing into the river of dreams.

Memories from a few years ago are disturbing, Yang Yan vaguely remembers that he was carefree at that time.There is no limit to body management, and you can eat endless sweets.

At that time, he still lived in the student dormitory, the bed was narrow, and he kicked the railing and bed curtain when he turned over, but he could sleep until the sun was up.

At that time, he had just met Lin Siji, and he could grab his cuffs and lead others to rush across most of the campus, recklessly breaking up the silence of the night, even if he was embarrassed when he was thrown away, he could straighten his back unreasonably, Don't be discouraged and ask about the next meeting time...

Yang Yan curled up in his sleep, his body was in a warm room, and his thoughts flew back to the winter night seven years ago.