Travels

The scene of the day lasted until three o'clock in the morning before finally finishing filming.The rest of the crew had already left, so she stayed at the end and asked the director for advice for a long time before heading back to the hotel.The nerves that had been tense for a day relaxed, and she was a little confused. When she got out of the elevator, she saw a flash of light at the corner at the end of the corridor. She hesitated for a long time before asking the yawning little assistant beside her:

"There... seems to be someone there?"

Liu Xiaocui looked in the direction of her finger, and shook her head blankly with eyes dominated by sleepiness: "Really? I didn't see it."

"I seemed to see a flash light just now, didn't you notice?"

The young female assistant was dazed for a while, then shook her head foolishly, and asked belatedly, "Would you like to take a look?"

This man is hopeless.Xia Wanmu sighed in his heart, quickened his pace and trotted all the way, the door of the emergency exit at the corner was closed, it didn't look like anyone had been there.She pushed open the door and looked up and down the corridor, but found nothing tricky, and then listened for a while, the empty stairwell was empty except for the faint sound of wind, and the surveillance camera was hung in the corner, with the power indicator light under the dark lens flickering monotonously.

Is it because you are too tired to look at your eyes?She frowned, exited from the safe exit, walked slowly to her room, and looked back at the moment she unlocked it—the corner was quiet, as if frozen in the picture.

"Sister Xia, take a good rest and see you tomorrow."

The little assistant had already entered the door of the next room, only showing her head to greet her, she nodded, seeing the door reluctantly closed, then shook her head helplessly and entered the room.

The air conditioner was blowing, and the air in the room was a little hot. She took off her coat and hung it on the rack by the door, and walked in lightly.Not surprisingly, there was a person lying on the long fabric sofa. Yu Qingge was wrapped in a loose bathrobe, with the script she left in the room this morning covering her chest, and she seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

She leaned over, squatted down in front of the sofa, silently admired the man's peaceful sleeping face for a while, and stretched out her hand to close the open lapel.The sleeping person didn't realize it, and the sniffing was gentle and regular, which made her want to play a prank.But it was too late, and the days of running around in order to appear here every night made that face a little haggard. Seeing it, she felt a little distressed, so she put her willful thoughts back, and leaned over to lightly touch the pale cheeks. Lightly press the next kiss.

The slender eyelashes trembled, and a pair of eyes slowly opened. Sleeping Beauty woke up from this shallow kiss, and stared at her blankly.This was really unintentional, she blushed hurriedly backed away, cleared her throat uncomfortably, and changed the subject pretending to be frank:

"Didn't I tell you not to come today? I'm filming a night scene. I don't know when I can come back."

Yu Qingge didn't speak, as if she was still immersed in the residual drowsiness, her always sober eyes were still somewhat ignorant, watching this scene, her heart was itchy slightly, her arms were about to move, and she wanted to hold him tightly in her arms .

"...When did you come here?" She turned her head away and forced herself to fix her eyes on the void beside her, as if she could suppress the restlessness in her heart.

"It didn't take long." Yu Qingge avoided talking about her question, her voice was slightly hoarse due to the interrupted sleep, and she rang out softly, "Are you tired today?"

"Fortunately."

It was the first time in her short career in the entertainment industry to shoot a series or something. The hardships and gaps during the period were difficult to understand to outsiders. Fortunately, there was still a stuffy gourd in her arms every night, and the life seemed not so difficult. up.

"Are you hungry? I made you a supper, do you want some food?"

Only then did she notice the small and cute thermos on the coffee table, she swallowed reflexively, and complained: "No! These days... I have gained several catties." She muttered and touched it He touched the hands that he wanted to grab for a long time, and rubbed them on his lower abdomen: "Look, they are about to grow out."

"No." The lips were slightly bent, Yu Qingge lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice, "Not fat at all."

She keenly caught the smile that someone was trying to hide, and her mood suddenly became brighter. She actively leaned over and rubbed the tip of her nose against the cool side face of the stuffed gourd, and said with feigned hatred: "Laugh if you want to laugh." , still pretending here, it’s necrotic.”

Then a low laugh really sounded in my ears, warm, like warm spring water flowing into my body.A flower of joy bloomed in her heart, and she couldn't help pulling him into her arms, and stood up holding him up like a child.Wrapping her hands around the back of her neck, Yu Qingge lowered his head and leaned against her temples, gently pressed his side face against her, and remained silent.

She leaned her neck up, feeling uncomfortably pierced by the light from the top, so she simply closed her eyes, sniffing carefully in the hair that fell like a black waterfall, and sighed slowly: "You really should grow some flesh, than It used to be... a lot lighter."

When talking about anything related to the memory of eight years ago, she is always a little hesitant.Similarly, Yu Qingge will also become very silent, probably because each other's wounds are still a little painful, and there will be a tacit tacit understanding in this regard.But in this tacit avoidance, she is also slowly feeling the inevitable changes brought about by the passage of time, such as the subtle restraint between the two, and the silence that occupies most of the time in getting along.They no longer talk about everything. Although this is mainly due to the difference in career focus and the fact that they have been absent from each other's lives for three thousand days, the frequency of communication is too low, so low that the two can no longer be used. reasons to explain.Another change that caught her attention was that Yu Qingge began to be more cautious in front of her, like a domesticated and loyal pet dog, and sometimes even secretly watched her eyes, behaving like a child. More like a sinner than a lover.

The breathing in the ear stopped for a moment, Yu Qingge hummed, and then added hesitantly: "These days, it's better than before."

She didn't know what to say, she just hugged the person in her arms tightly, and swallowed the thousand words again.An urgent desire to possess arises, probably because only when the passion is hot, the gourd will take off the mask, and sincerely show her love and attachment in front of her.Only at that time, the feeling of redemption that Yu Qingge usually brought her would completely disappear, and be replaced by the wholehearted trust between the lovers.She likes the look in the eyes of this person when she sent him to the top, the eyes are full of burning heat, tightly entwined like vines, with lively possessiveness, silently declaring her belonging like a queen.

She longed for that look all the time.

"What time do you leave tomorrow?" Xia Wanmu hugged her and walked towards the bed step by step, holding back the strength in her hands.Yu Qingge was gently laid down on the bed by her, her eyes were clear and bright, and her shadow was swaying in them.Aware of what was going to happen next, a red cloud appeared on that fair face, and climbed to the ears at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ask you, idiot."

Yu Qingge didn't answer, she stood by the bed, took off the outer clothes in a few strokes, got into the bed with only a small vest that was close-fitting, threw herself on the person and complained in a drawn-out voice, but responded to her All she had was a flushed face and a pair of downcast eyes.

"If you don't tell me, I will bully you."

Although there seemed to be some leeway in the words, the hands shrunk under the quilt had already moved recklessly. She fumbled to find the loose tie on the bathrobe, and pulled it off without much effort. Gently stroking the skin as smooth as an egg that has been peeled off its shell.Yu Qingge trembled, stretched out his arms to clasp her shoulder blades, and pressed down slightly.Following this force, she buried herself in the undulating mountain peaks, sniffing the scent of shower gel on it, and let out a long breath.

"Are you tired?" After the back of her head was stroked twice, Yu Qingge inserted her ten fingers into her hair, fiddled with it unconsciously, and asked very gently.She heard the worry in those words, pulled herself together, and shook her head vigorously.

"I'm fine, not tired."

In order to show that she was really "not tired", she leaned forward and gave a deep and passionate kiss.The person in her arms asked for anything, and her overly obedient appearance aroused her love and affection, and she was about to ask for it, but she stopped because of the faint blue under the eye circle.

"Is there no schedule tomorrow?"

Mian Hulu's hesitation to speak was very suspicious, she looked at him seriously with a straight face, and as expected, she heard a disappointing answer.

"There's a morning meeting at eight."

For a moment, she hated this person's full schedule, but soon this negative emotion turned into pity and heartache. She stopped the hand that was still sliding, and honestly fell on the thin waist , tightly encircling the person in his arms.

"Then rest first, next time... let's talk about it tomorrow."

She cheekily said very suggestive words, frightened by the obvious frustration in her tone, she couldn't help but think of the teddy dog ​​that was in heat all year round, regardless of time and place, and felt extremely embarrassed for a while.Not to mention Yu Qingge, the face buried in her neck seemed to be burning hot, and a "hmm" like a mosquito humming came from her throat, as if it still had the sticky feeling of sugar .She blushed when she heard this sound, she was both happy and ashamed, she wished she could dig a hole on the spot, and she couldn't bear to bear the person she held in her arms, she was ups and downs in the tumbling sense of shame, and she was in high spirits for a long time .I don't know how long it took until the sound of breathing in her ears became smooth and regular. She opened her eyes, lowered her head and kissed the top of the pitch-black hair, and listened intently. Also fell asleep in the comfort of peace.

The person in the dream is the sweetheart.