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"Squeak—" There was a sharp brake sound, and Du Mingcheng, who was asleep, was almost thrown out of the open window by the inertia of the car.

"Don't die, hey!!!" The assistant waved and shouted at the group of teenagers who were playing football in front.Du Mingcheng was still in shock. He sat on the passenger seat and looked out. A few teenagers in front looked at him curiously. Du Mingcheng looked very indecent, with eye feces in the corners of his eyes. He half-opened his confused eyes and carefully identified them. Finding that he was already downstairs, he got out of the car unsteadily, left his furious assistant behind, and prepared to go upstairs and go back to sleep.

But things didn't work out as he wished. When he heard a bang and turned his head, he found that a big hole had been smashed into the front hood of his beloved car. Du Mingcheng was furious, strode back angrily, and grabbed the kid who caused the accident. Just as he was about to yell, suddenly there was a dull pain in the back of his head. He could only look back at the trembling brat holding a stick, and then fell to the ground unconscious.

When he opened his eyes, he was already in the hospital, and the assistant yelled worriedly at Du Mingcheng's royal photographer: "I'm already stupid, can't I be more stupid? Huh?" The photographer looked serious and pressed the assistant With his shoulders trembling slightly due to excitement, he said: "Yes."

"Good friend..." Du Mingcheng looked weak, stretched out his right hand to the photographer tremblingly, and shouted in a trembling voice.The photographer strode forward to hold his right hand, and then hit his abdomen hard, saying with a grim face: "Death bald, you have today."

In an instant, the entire corridor of the hospital was filled with Du Mingcheng's screams like killing a pig and the crying of his assistant.

With the help of the doctor, Du Mingcheng finally broke free from the photographer's clutches. He fell heavily on the pillow, and the stabbing pain in the back of his head made him scream like a pig. The assistant covered his face and stood aside Crying, Du Mingcheng picked up the pillow and threw it at him, cursing: "Stop crying!! What the hell is going on!!!"

It turned out that Du Mingcheng was sent to the hospital after being knocked out by a blow that day. The doctor diagnosed him with a mild concussion. He was about to fall, and he showed his white teeth and asked the assistant: "What about the movie, I will pay for one more day of filming, I don't care about others, I was called by you to save the scene, I am very expensive Sir." The assistant chirped: "Aren't you good friends who love you more than Jin Jian?"

Du Mingcheng yelled failure: "Let me clarify now, we are just ordinary gay friends, thank you everyone."

The assistant went on humming: "After I finished that sentence, the photographer became furious, so scary, the curly hair on his head exploded, like Simba!" Du Mingcheng stroked his forehead. : "I beg you to watch less cartoons, my friend is at most a scar."

Du Mingcheng was actually also very depressed. His new play was in full swing. Yesterday, he broke up because of a quarrel with the assistant director, so he went to the bar to drink two more glasses. Got kicked by a gangster...

"That's right!" Du Mingcheng jumped up, "Where are the punks!"

Du Mingcheng's first reaction was that the little gangster looked ecstatic when he was crushed by the police.When he entered the police station, he found that it was not the case at all. The policeman led him to a pile of pig heads and said to him, "That's them."

"Not this one!" Du Mingcheng yelled, "Who beat you like this!!"

"Your friend." The assistant pointed to the photographer standing next to him expressionlessly.

Du Mingcheng softened all of a sudden, and waved to the photographer. The photographer snorted and walked out proudly.

Du Mingcheng sighed, stretched out his hand to touch the pig's heads, greeted the police, and let them go.One of the pigs turned around, looked at him with bright eyes, and said vaguely to him: "I'm sorry, thank you."

Du Mingcheng recognized that he was the bastard who beat him with a stick, and waved his hand feebly.

In the evening, he drove to the seaside to enjoy the wind, turned off the engine and opened the roof window, put down the seat and lay on it, looked at the bright blue sky, and remembered his time in high school.

Du Mingcheng still had hair when he was in high school. He had jet-black and shiny hair. He cried all night because his teacher asked him to cut off a handful of twigs at the back of his head.

"Don't cry." The photographer frowned and said to him, ah, the photographer was very young at that time, his name was Xu Xiangxiang, and the neighbors shouted after thinking about it, "Du Mingcheng's picture of a bird, It makes me sad to think about it." The neighbor sighed, Xu Xiangxiang frowned and wanted to fuck me, so he gave Du Mingcheng a flying kick.

Xu Xiangxiang is also one of the dangerous elements in the school. After being talked to by teachers, deans, and even the principal many times, he was still unwilling to cut off his long hair. Finally, he was arrested by several teachers at noon on a dark and windy month. In the principal's office, the principal himself performed the surgery to remove his long hair. "You, hold on tighter, I'm afraid!!" the principal trembled, and accidentally cut an extra piece.

Xu Xiangxiang returned home tremblingly with a mangy dog's head on his head. His vitality was severely injured, and it took half a month to recover.

We seemed to be doing well then, Du Mingcheng thought.

They were really good, very good, very good.

Xu Xiangxiang was a typical image of Prince Charming in high school. After his hair grew, he went to the barber shop to have a clean crew cut. Du Mingcheng touched it. He thought it would be sticky, but it was actually soft. He touched it back and forth. It is very comfortable to wear.

"What are you doing?" Xu Xiangxiang blushed slightly, kicking Du Mingcheng into a star in the sky with a flying kick.

Du Mingcheng liked to see him blush, but he didn't know why.In fact, Xu Xiangxiang was thick-skinned, and he didn't seem to blush a few times... He fell asleep in the car just thinking about it.

But he was woken up by being smashed.

"Hmm...it's so delicious...give it to me...I want to..." Xu Xiangxiang, who has become a photographer, couldn't open Du Mingcheng's car door, so he had to climb on the roof of the car and try to get in through the skylight. I saw Du Mingcheng's wavelike appearance, the bandage on his head was like pearl beads, he was writhing on the seat with a flushed face, and he didn't know what dream he was having.Xu Xiangxiang was angry from the bottom of his heart, thinking that everyone was looking for you for a meeting at night and couldn't find anyone. He was as anxious as an idiot. It's good for you, you ran to the beach alone to make a fuss, why are you so weak?Xu Xiangxiang thought about it, stretched his feet and jumped down.

"Daddy, the mother of the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother!!!!" Du Mingcheng rolled his eyes in his sleep, stretched out his hand to cover the air indiscriminately, suddenly felt as if his fingernails had scratched something, and Du Mingcheng woke up completely. He didn't dare to move his hands anymore, and secretly opened one eye, only to find Xu Xiangxiang staring at him condescendingly, with three hideous bloodstains on his face.

Du Mingcheng closed his eyes and passed out completely.

The next day, he entered the studio wrapped in bandages and saw the assistant director walking towards him. Du Mingcheng greeted him like a dog: "Morning." powder room.Du Mingcheng knew he was wrong and touched his nose.The assistant director still had a dead face when he entered the dressing room. He threw Xu Xiangxiang, who was smoking beside him, out of the dressing room: "Smoking is not allowed in the room."

Xu Xiangxiang stood in the corridor with a cigarette in his mouth, took a deep breath, and let it out.After a while, the assistant director also came out and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, borrow a fire."

"What's wrong with your face?" The assistant director asked casually as the two stood in the corridor chatting casually.

"It was a branch." Xu Xiangxiang stubbed out the cigarette butt and returned to the studio.

Du Mingcheng naturally didn't know his undercurrents. He made a play for today's actors. The actor rolled to the side and went to the scene, and called him when he was done, patted his buttocks and hid in the lounge to take a nap.As soon as I opened the door of the lounge, I saw Xu Xiangxiang opening his eyes on the recliner. Originally, Du Mingcheng had his own special lounge, but Xu Xiangxiang's temporary joining made it impossible for the team to create another room. To give him a rest, he had to squeeze into a room with Du Mingcheng.Aren't you gay friends, the little girl from the crew winked and said.

"Sorry to wake you up." Du Ming said guiltily.Xu Xiangxiang nodded twice, stood up and gave him the chair.

The two of them were silent in the lounge for a long time. Du Ming was so sleepy, but couldn't sleep for some reason. He secretly opened his eyes to look at Xu Xiangxiang, and found that Xu Xiangxiang was also staring at him, as if wanting to sleep. What's on your mind.Du Mingcheng was caught straight, so he could only sit up and laugh.

How silly, Xu Xiangxiang thought.

"I..." Xu Xiangxiang seemed to be about to say something, when suddenly the door of the lounge was opened, and the assistant trotted in crying, and said, "Director Du, two waves of extras are fighting.嘤~咔咱咒~”

Du Mingcheng stood up and threw half a bun on the table onto his face: "Don't cry!!!"

After beating the assistant, he was refreshed. Du Mingcheng picked up the folding chair beside him and was about to rush to the battlefield outside when he suddenly heard Xu Xiangxiang say, "Mine."

"Ah?" Du Mingcheng was stunned for a moment.

"The bun, mine." Xu Xiangxiang pointed to the half bun he threw to the assistant just now.

"Oh..." Du Mingcheng put down his weapon stupidly, completely lost.

"Follow me to buy two buns, I'm hungry." Xu Xiangxiang walked over, put his arm around his shoulders, and led him out.

The two of them still didn't talk along the way, only Xu Xiangxiang's arm hooked Du Mingcheng's neck in an obtrusive way. Can't help shaking.Xu Xiangxiang found out, and asked him, "Are you cold?" Du Mingcheng immediately shook his head and said it was neither cold nor cold. Xu Xiangxiang looked at him for a while, then took off his coat and put it on him.

"I was not honest when I was injured just now. If I wrap my head again, I look like Osama bin Laden. Be careful not to be caught and shot by the United States."

Du Mingcheng seemed to have really caught a cold. He sneezed twice and tightened Xu Xiangxiang's coat.

It has the smell of Xu Xiangxiang that he is very familiar with. He has smelled it for six years in the three years of junior high school and three years of high school.

"I like you very much." Du Mingcheng said to Xu Xiangxiang when he was about to graduate from high school. The two stood on the roof of the school. The wind was so strong that it blew away Xu Xiangxiang's hair that had been growing for half a year. They stood opposite each other for a while , Xu Xiangxiang punched him and went downstairs.

Du Mingcheng stood alone on the roof, blown to the extreme cold by the wind, and his nose was dripping with clear water.