What about actor?

In the following days, special treatment will be carried out closely.

Qi Mo recruited four or five art instructors for Shifeng to help him recover the basic skills that he has been unfamiliar with for a long time, such as the most severely out of touch dance. Shifeng has to practice in the practice room for seven or eight hours every day before he can rest. In addition, There are also body, voice exams, expression management...

He has been in prison for four years, and he has already left too many things behind. In just three months, Shi Feng needs to pick up all these things.

Of course, he didn't think it was too tiring, because pure physical training was much easier than treating mental disorders.

In the studio, Qi Mo had been staring at the other party for a long time.

"Keep your head up," he said.

Shi Feng didn't move, but his whole body was shaking, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his right hand was tightly clenched into a fist.

His heart was beating extremely fast, and his face was directly illuminated by the high-intensity lighting, reflecting an extremely pale face.

bang bang bang bang bang...

Nausea spread from his chest, he bit his lower lip tightly, trying to suppress this feeling as hard as he could.

"lift it up."

Ten meters away from him, Qi Mo sat on a folding chair and said again.

There is a large space of about 80 square meters. Because there are no windows, the layout is also depressing.

The dense and large number of cameras are fixed with high tripods, like an impenetrable high wall, trapping the person standing in the center of the background cloth, which is an obstacle that can be easily broken, and it is also a deep fear cage.

Automatic shooting turned on, click click...the flash dimmed and came on again.

"I..." Shi Feng's breath became short of breath, his eyeballs lifted up to take a look extremely quickly, and in a split second, his pupils suddenly dilated as if seeing something terrifying.

He raised his arms in embarrassment to cover his eyes, and shivered as he stepped back, looking pitiful.

"Take it, take it away." Shi Feng took a breath, his chest heaving up and down, "Take it away, take it away quickly."

Qi Mo didn't move, his eyes stayed on the other party for a long time, seeing that he was just backing away blindly and didn't dare to raise his head, his expression became more and more complicated.

"If you can't even raise your head, don't leave this room today." After finishing speaking, he leaned back in the chair with an extremely leisurely posture, as if waiting.

"Please...take it away..." Sweat as big as beans slipped from the corner of his forehead, he covered his eyes with his hands, and stood helplessly in the middle of the white cloth, with no way to retreat.

"...Qi, Qi Mo, I'm afraid..." The voice trembled violently, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

His name is Qi Mo.

Obviously the other party was the one who put him in such a situation, he still called this name without hesitation, perhaps subconsciously, the only person he could turn to and trust for help was Qi Mo.

The boy who is as tall as a bamboo and thin, said "I'm afraid" after abandoning all his bravado, is actually enough to make people feel distressed.

He was so afraid of the dense shots that he was even afraid of the sound of the shutter.

The scene that seemed incapable of causing any waves to others had already fermented into a frightening storm in his heart.

Qi Mo, who witnessed this scene, moved his eyes away almost instantly. He covered his chest and took a few deep breaths, his face turned pale in an instant.

Can't get excited.

He silently recited these four words in his heart.

The heart can't be too excited.

Qi Mo turned his back and slowed his breathing a little bit, and waited for the extremely fast heart rate to completely stabilize before looking at Shi Feng again.

The situation seems to be getting worse.

He had a heart problem and had sequelae. He was like an old man who was plagued by diseases and had to take quick-acting medicine every day. The only difference was that he would only get sick when he was facing the wind.

Qi Mo has nothing to do about it.

After sorting out his emotions, Qi Mo got up and walked towards the group of cameras.

He struggled to move a few cameras away, and the person in the center of the curtain seemed to be in a daze, and he didn't hear the sound of anyone approaching at all.

"..." Qi Mo stopped one meter in front of him, looked at his movements and said expressionlessly, "Shifeng."

The other party paused, but still refused to take off the arm that blocked the eyes.

Qi Mo stepped in front of him, his tall shoulders cast a shadow in the backlight, enveloping the wind.

"Shifeng, look at me."

As if he was afraid of scaring the other party, Qi Mo gently pushed his arms away from his face, like a tiger sniffing a rose carefully for fear of breaking it, and he actually developed a heart of love for a man.

The sound was close at hand, those glaring lights disappeared, Shi Feng hesitated for a few seconds, but slowly opened his eyes.

His arms were hanging down, his footsteps were flimsy, and he didn't stand very firmly.

And Qi Mo was right in front of his eyes.

Gentle and perfect, the edge of the hair is coated with a layer of velvet, like a dream, as if it just came out of nothingness.

The light was so strong that even the face could not be seen clearly, but it could be vaguely seen that the other party's brows should be frowning.

"Are you okay?" Qi Mo asked.

Shi Feng lowered his head, shaking his head, and those voices poured into his ears from all directions again, clicking, clicking, constantly wandering in his mind.

He had some tinnitus, and he covered his ears desperately in a trance, and said weakly: "It's not very good..."

With a staggering footstep, he didn't stand still and rushed towards Qi Mo, who subconsciously opened his arms to catch him and embraced him.

The ocean-scented perfume permeated the tip of the nose, Shi Feng closed his eyes and shook, rubbing the sweat on the other party's collar.

"Not very good."

he murmured again.

At this point, Qi Mo finally felt a little self-blame from the bottom of his heart.

He supported the limp Shi Feng, brought him to a chair to sit and rest, and then handed Shi Feng a glass of water.

When the wind didn't pick up, the whole person huddled on the chair and said, "It's so cold."

Qi Mo looked up at the air conditioner, the air supply fins were whirring, and the touch screen showed 25 degrees.

Even though he already felt a little stuffy, Qi Mo took the remote control to increase the temperature.

After a few minutes, Shi Feng leaned back on the chair with a pale face and half closed his eyes, his lips moved, "It's still cold..."

Seeing that Qi Mo was about to pick up the remote control again, Shi Feng raised his hand to stop him, "...I want to go out... can I..."

Qi Mo was stunned, but still nodded helplessly, "Sorry, I should take my time."

In his heart, Shi Feng has always been a person who will face any difficulties with a smile, but this special situation may only come in a gradual manner, he is too anxious.

At the very least, the other party should not be allowed to see such an intense scene when receiving treatment for mental disorders for the first time.

The more Qi Mo thought about it, the more annoyed he became. When he walked out of the room, his whole face was cold.

Shi Feng's legs were weak, and when he saw Qi Mo's expression, he thought that the other party was angry, and he didn't dare to sit on the sofa, leaning on the door frame with a sad face, and secretly scolded himself for being a coward in his heart.

Su Ran took two cups of coffee, went to Qi Mo and put down the cups, leaned over beside him and said, "CR's coffee is closed, this is made by myself, although it's not as good as the one outside, it tastes good... ..."

He used a very delicate small cup, the espresso was still steaming slightly, and the surface was covered with extremely delicate milk flowers, in the shape of a heart.

Shi Feng quietly looked at the two people who had a somewhat delicate atmosphere, and the bitter and fragrant smell spread all the way to the tip of his nose.

It's like a light bulb again.

Qi Mo didn't pay attention to these details, he looked at his phone to reply to the message, and then took a rough sip from the cup, "Well, it's quite delicious."

Su Ran's eyes lit up, and she couldn't hide the smile on her lips, "Okay, is it delicious! This is the first time I try..."

Then, he turned his head to look at Shi Feng, "Shi Feng, this cup is for you, do you want to drink it?"

When Shi Feng was about to shake his head and refuse, Qi Mo put down his cup and turned his appreciative eyes to him, "What are you doing standing there, come and sit."

Shi Feng had no choice but to walk over with the same hands and feet, his movements were a little awkward, he lowered his head, trying not to meet the eyes of the two of them.

Then, just as his front foot stepped on the carpet under the sofa, he tripped over his back foot. While he was unstable, he subconsciously waved his hand to touch the low table. With the sound of bang bang bang bang, all the coffee flowed onto the carpet, and the ceramic pieces shattered all over the floor.

Shi Feng froze, he was stunned for a few seconds to react, and wanted to bend over to pick it up, but his wrist was grabbed violently.

Qi Mo didn't waste much effort and pulled Shi Feng to sit beside him. Seeing that the other party was still in a daze, he raised his eyelids and glanced lightly.

His eyes fell on Shi Feng's face, but the words he spit out were not for Shi Feng.

"Su Ran, ask the cleaner to clean it."

Su Ran immediately agreed, without feeling unhappy that the coffee she made by herself was overturned, she turned around and left.

But when closing the door, he still purposely glanced at Shi Feng and Qi Mo, as if he noticed something from them.

I always feel...Qi Mo seems to care about Shi Feng?