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The actors for the reshoots had already finished filming. The crew had re-booked rooms for them when they came back this time. However, due to the presence of other guests, the hotel room was a bit tight. After careful arrangement, there was actually one less bed.

"Why don't you, Xiao Shen, squeeze me in? Or, find another hotel for you?"

Hong Tao smoked a cigarette, sat on the sofa in the lobby, and scratched his head in distress.

All the hotel's empty suites were booked out. When the assistant director arranged the room, he underestimated one bed. It is obviously unrealistic for a tall man like Assistant Shen He to share a bed with others. The rooms of other artists and assistants It's all right.After thinking about it, I either need to squeeze with people, or I need to go to other nearby hotels to book a room, but it is more troublesome before shooting, and I have to go to another place to communicate.

Seeing Hong Tao's obvious embarrassment, Shen He waved his hands: "Director Hong can arrange whatever is convenient, I don't have high requirements for accommodation."

"Stay with me."

The man's voice was surprisingly low and pleasant.Shen He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. Sheng Boyong walked over here with his long legs.He was very tall, and Shen He, who was sitting, could only look up at him when he approached.

"Let Shen He live with me, mine is a suite, the bed is big, you can squeeze in."

Hong Tao turned his head to look at him, and sighed: "Or go to another hotel and get a room. Let Xiao Shen live with you, I'm worried that you won't get used to it."

The recent shooting tasks are very heavy. Sheng Boyong and Tan Jing have been staying up late for several days to shoot, and the total time they can close their eyes is less than four hours. The long-term damage to the body is still very serious.It’s hard to make up shots of other actors, so that the protagonists can rest for a few days. At this time, let people live together...

"Let's live with me. When I was a soldier, I always lived in groups, and I didn't have much sleep time. It's okay."

Sheng Boyong's attitude made Hong Tao hesitate for a while.It is actually a little inconvenient for the crew to live separately for the actors. Of course, it would be best if they could be concentrated in one hotel.

He glanced hesitantly at Shen He, who had a momentary astonishment on his face, but soon returned to normal, but Ge Hui, Sheng Boyong's manager, had a half-smile on his face.

In the end, the accommodation was arranged according to Sheng Boyong's wishes.

The suitcase was sent to Sheng Boyong's suite.Compared with the room Shen He lived in before filming, the room for the protagonists is indeed on a higher level, even the most basic bed is a soft double bed.

Ge Hui and Xiao Zheng lived in the smallest bedroom in the suite. Although it also had a double bed, the environment was obviously harsher.Seeing Shen He staring at their bed, and then looking at them, Ge Hui coughed twice: "I'm leaving tomorrow, so I just squeezed."

One suite, two beds, four people.

Shen He nodded, and there was only one thought in his mind, do people who have been soldiers particularly like group life?

"How is Mimi at your house?" No one in the room was talking, and the atmosphere seemed a little strange. Sheng Boyong rarely took the initiative to find a topic. Shen He turned to look at him, with a trace of discomfort on his face, don't pass He straightened the ashtray on the coffee table.

The ashtray was very clean, and the hands of the man covering it were also very clean, probably someone who didn't smoke very much.

"Dawang has started to eat well. When I went to school, he would nest in the book bar, either on the cash register or patrolling the store. Now it has become the treasure of the store, and many people like to take pictures of it. As Shen He said, he took out his mobile phone and handed it to Sheng Boyong: "Brother Sheng, look at the photos, a box of canned food every day, and I'm getting fat..."

Sheng Boyong did not pick up the phone, carefully looked at the smile on Shen He's face, and then suddenly said: "What's your relationship with Song Lin?"

Ge Hui was checking with Xiao Zheng the announcements he had just received, when he heard Sheng Boyong call out Song Lin's name, his heart skipped a beat, subconsciously thinking that this guy had made a mistake again.There was an awkward atmosphere in the room.

Ge Hui coughed dryly: "That black cat, right? I remember its name is Mi..."

"Mimi."

"Your Majesty."

Ge Hui: "..."

Shen He took a deep breath and gave the answer without pausing for too long: "Brother Song and I are considered distant relatives. When he occasionally contacts me, he will mention a black cat he raises called Dawang."

When he was still alive as Song Lin, he rarely posted his private life online for netizens to see.Therefore, whether it is the relationship with Yan Ning, or the life experience before the age of 16, and the family environment, he rarely let people know.People in the circle only know that he has a cat, which is black, but they don't know what its name is.

Seeing the disbelief in Sheng Boyong's eyes, Shen He wished to break the balance and tell the truth directly.But in the final analysis, who would believe in such a weird thing as death and resurrection? It's just like Young Master Chen complaining about "did you take the medicine?"

Seeing the expression on Sheng Boyong's face, Ge Hui wished he could slap himself twice.Wanting to change the subject and ask what's wrong, I asked the cat's name, but it turned back to Song Lin.

Letting a dead person become a demon is simply the situation he is most afraid of seeing.Ge Hui couldn't help feeling dissatisfied with Song Lin.

"Is Brother Sheng a fan of Brother Song?"

"Yes! He is!" Ge Hui hurriedly answered Shen He's question before Sheng Boyong said something that made people jump after hearing it, "He regards Song Lin as his benchmark in the circle, that's why he Pay attention to many things about Song Lin."

Seeing Sheng Boyong turning his head to Ge Hui with dissatisfied eyes, Shen He squinted his eyes and let out a soft "oh".

In the room after nightfall, Shen He came out of the bathroom, and when he looked up, he saw Sheng Bo Yongzheng doing push-ups with his legs on the bed.

The air conditioner was on in the room, and he was shirtless. He didn't know how many times he had done. If it wasn't for the sweat on his body, it would have looked as if he had done each one with ease.

From the next door came the sound of Xiao Zheng typing on the keyboard, and occasionally Ge Hui's nagging when contacting people, but this place was so quiet that it seemed to be a completely independent space.

As a gay, even if Shen He changed his body, he would still subconsciously look at the body of the same sex.This is the same reason that men and women will involuntarily look at handsome men and beautiful women when they walk on the street.

Needless to say, Sheng Boyong's figure is really good.When he was still Song Lin, Shen He also met many people in the circle. The aura of the same kind would make him subconsciously search for companions in the crowd. Many people of the same age will gradually forget to exercise after they are in their early thirties, regardless of their past figure. No matter how good it is, it will also appear out of shape.The same is true for Yan Ning.

And 33-year-old Sheng Boyong... the chest is the chest, the waist is the waist, and the mermaid line can be clearly seen when he stands up.

Shen He turned his head, grabbed the towel on his head and wiped his hair vigorously: "Brother Sheng, the bathroom is empty."

Sheng Boyong responded, grabbed the pajamas on the bed, passed by Shen He, and walked into the bathroom.

Looking at the bathroom with the door closed, he heard the sound of water coming from behind the door after a while.Shen He threw down the towel and sighed.

He and Sheng Boyong are now maintaining a strange balance.With a little more doubt, his disguise might collapse in an instant, but the other party seemed not sure, and stood there hesitantly.

Such a balance is very dangerous. Once it is broken, he will become a monster in the eyes of others...

The mobile phone placed by the bed vibrated suddenly, Shen He came back to his senses, grabbed the mobile phone and glanced at it.It was Chen Dashao who sent a wechat message reminding him to take his medicine on time.

Xiao Zheng had already boiled the tea, Shen He took the cup, poured a cup of warm water and walked to the bay window.The world outside the window is full of traffic and bright lights.Those lights, like a miniature version of stage lights, illuminate the world brightly.

He unscrewed the medicine bottle, put a few pills here and there, and took it with warm water.The bathroom door opened with a "click", and Shen He turned to look, subconsciously holding the medicine bottle in his hand.

Naturally, Shen He's small actions did not escape Sheng Boyong's eyes.He didn't say anything, he walked out of the bathroom in his pajamas, and when he passed by Shen He's side, he accidentally caught the flash of regret in his eyes.

"Brother Sheng's figure...is really nice."

Sheng Boyong's pouring hand paused, and the tea almost spilled out of the cup: "You are too thin, you can't build your muscles just by running in the morning."

This is true.Even Shen He himself agrees.

Although the heart surgery was successful, Shen's father and Shen's mother still didn't want him to do too strenuous exercise. They were taken to the hospital for a review before. If it wasn't for the good-tempered cousin who repeatedly explained that morning running would not affect the function of the newly transplanted heart , probably even the morning jog every morning will be canceled by Shen's father and Shen's mother who are overly worried.

Although he is not used to the restraint of Shen's father and Shen's mother, whenever he looks at their gray temples and concerned eyes, and thinks of his mother and... unreliable father, Shen He will sigh a long time.Any dissatisfaction disappeared.

When he was in a daze, Shen He didn't notice Sheng Boyong's sudden approach. When he came back to his senses, his arm had already been grabbed and lifted up, and he was pinched along the way.

"Too thin, didn't you eat well at home?"

Sheng Boyong's seemingly extraordinarily natural movements have no other meaning in them.The two looked at each other, and his eyes were very normal, but Shen He frowned, and slightly looked away.

"The school has been a little busy recently, so I took advantage of the time when Director Hong said that he needed to make up shots to catch his breath."

Hong Tao's status in the director's circle is not low, and no teacher or student in the Film Academy does not know his name.Even if the films he has shot have not won any awards abroad, they have already won many awards in the domestic film circle.To get his favor, for anyone, let alone a small role, even extras, they are also happy to be.

Therefore, when Shen He mentioned the reason for asking for leave, the school hardly interfered and directly granted the leave.But correspondingly, he returned to the crew this time with other tasks.

"Brother Sheng, if you have time, can you sign some autographs?"

Seeing Sheng Boyong sitting by the bed and reaching out to turn on the TV, Shen He asked directly.As soon as the girls in the same class heard that he was going to ask for leave again to go to the production team of "Heavenly Works", they collected some autographed books or photos and sent them to the bookstore, asking him to bring them to Sheng Boyong for autographs.There were also some boys who asked him to get Tan Jing's autographs, but girls accounted for a large proportion of the overall number.

Sheng Boyong didn't refuse, he reached out and patted the bed next to him: "Bring it here."

There were a lot of things dug out from Shen He's suitcase, most of them were treasures that his classmates asked them to bring over for autographs, on the contrary, there were very few of his own clothes.Every photo, every notebook, and thin posters were properly placed in the suitcase by Shen He, without any damage, which shows how careful he is.

From the moment he took the photo into the suitcase, Sheng Boyong's gaze has been focused on his back.

"Shen He."

Sheng Boyong's voice came from behind, and Shen He subconsciously responded, but what the man said immediately made him freeze in place—

"If you can find two identical leaves in this world, does it mean that you can find two identical people?"