After the top stream rejected me, I wanted to break the mirror and reunite

Outside the room, the mountain shadows and the starry sky meet, the lights in the room are dim and ambiguous, and the somewhat cramped space seems to be filled with a bed.

Jiang Zhuohan sat on the bed, looked up at Mu Xing fixedly, and spoke clearly every word.

Mu Xing, do you love me?

For a moment, all the voices seemed to disappear, and Mu Xing could only hear Jiang Zhuohan's words.He walked up to Jiang Zhuohan, squatted down, and wanted to reach out to grab Jiang Zhuohan's body, but he stopped in mid-air, and finally got on the bed.

He raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhuohan, as if his throat was being suppressed, he replied in a hoarse voice: "What do you say? Do you want to hear me say it?"

Jiang Zhuohan took a slight breath and subconsciously leaned back.

It took him a long time before he spoke, "Mu Xing, I... I admit that I know what happened to you when you were a child, and I am very distressed, and I can't be indifferent to you. But there are many other factors in this relationship, I don't want to perfuse you, I don’t even want to perfuse myself.”

"Hmm." Mu Xing lowered his eyes, gripped the sheets tightly with his hands on the bed, and then raised his eyes to meet Jiang Zhuohan's gaze.

He smiled slightly, "I know, don't take this as a burden, don't respond to me. Just treat it as if I'm chasing you, okay?"

Jiang Zhuohan was stunned for a long time without moving, and Mu Xing also followed him, and finally he said a word lightly, "Okay."

This word was like a feather swept across Mu Xing's heart, but it was pressed down like a thousand catties of boulder. He stood up suddenly, "I'll go out for a while."

He knew that Jiang Zhuohan was too soft-hearted, and couldn't bear to reject him, but he didn't want to use those things to make Jiang Zhuohan feel bad, and he didn't want to exchange those disgusting pasts for Jiang Zhuohan's soft-heartedness. If he could, he hoped that Jiang Zhuohan would never know.

However, he was really happy again, secretly happy at Jiang Zhuohan's "yes" at this moment.

Jiang Zhuohan watched Mu Xing leave the room, and continued to lie on the bed in a daze for a while, when he suddenly smelled the fragrance in the room and his stomach growled.Seeing the steaming soup on the table, he moved to the table and took a big sip, as if his internal organs were scalded.

He exhaled and said, "Sure enough, this is the most satisfying thing in life."

Mu Xing returned to the room when Jiang Zhuohan was full, and naturally walked over to put away the plates and bowls, "I'll return them, you should rest first."

Jiang Zhuohan frowned and asked, "Where are you going to sleep?"

This place is different from the mountains in the film and television city. The temperature difference between day and night is huge, and the temperature is already cooling down in autumn. Without a caravan, it is even more impossible to spend the night outside. I am afraid that there is no one in Mu Xing's social circle who can keep him for a while. late people.

Mu Xing couldn't tell a lie, he couldn't answer, and froze there.

Jiang Zhuohan said: "There are two quilts on the bed, don't be sick and unable to film, can you be a little responsible?"

It took Mu Xing a while to say "hmm", and then he went out with plates and bowls, and Jiang Zhuohan also went to wash up.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of water here, Jiang Zhuohan came back from the shower and Mu Xing also came back, and the two bumped into each other at the door.

Mu Xing stared at the drops of water dripping from Jiang Zhuohan's half-dry hair, and it slid down his neck into his collar. He pushed Jiang Zhuohan in and said, "Junior Brother, I'll blow your hair."

Jiang Zhuohan didn't refuse someone who was willing to serve him, so he sat down very bluntly and didn't move. Mu Xing found a hair dryer and towel from the box, and wiped him first before blowing.

Hearing the wind in his ears, he couldn't help feeling sleepy, and he was about to fall asleep when Mu Xing finished blowing.

Mu Xing put down the hair dryer and said, "Go to sleep. Good night, Junior Brother."

Jiang Zhuohan didn't think much, yawned and crawled into the bed, got into the quilt and lay down.

Mu Xing stood beside the bed for a while to take a shower, and when he came back, Jiang Zhuohan was already asleep. He was afraid of blowing his hair and disturbing Jiang Zhuohan, so he went outside with the hair dryer and came back after blowing his hair.

Then he locked the door, went to bed, and slipped into another quilt on the bed, but he didn't feel sleepy.

He turned sideways, leaned close to Jiang Zhuohan through the quilt, and put his head on Jiang Zhuohan's pillow. He maintained this movement for a long time, and finally whispered.

"Jiang Zhuohan, I love you."

After Mu Xing finished speaking, he lightly pressed his lips to Jiang Zhuohan's exposed neck, then got up, turned off the lights, and went back to sleep on his own pillow.

When the lights went out, Jiang Zhuohan slowly opened his eyes in the darkness.

The next day, they were going to a nearby venue for filming, and Jiang Zhuohan found out that this was an air outlet. There was no need for a blower at all, and the clothes could fly into the sky.

Today, the whole day is almost full of dramas. If you want to hang the wire, you hang it in the air like a dried bacon, swaying in the wind.

It took a long time to finish filming, and everyone was blown away.

Jiang Zhuohan got into the dressing room as soon as the play was over, and the wind finally stopped, but his face hurt badly.

Seeing him, Yuan Hang hurried forward and asked, "Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

"The face hurts." Jiang Zhuohan's words were a pun. He said before that he didn't need a mask or skin care, but now he felt that his face was like a dry land, about to crack.

Mu Xing also came in, and seeing Jiang Zhuohan's appearance of wanting to touch his face but not daring to touch it, he hurried forward, "Junior Brother, does it hurt?"

Jiang Zhuohan replied: "It's okay, just blow it for a few more days and maybe it won't get better."

Mu Xing pulled him to a chair and sat down. The makeup artist was not around at the moment, so he said, "I'll help you remove your makeup."

Jiang Zhuohan's makeup was very light, and Mu Xing held the makeup remover cotton as if he was doing precision surgery instead of removing makeup.

Just take it off, blow on it at every turn, and ask "Does it hurt?"

Yuan Hang realized that he was like the sun at the moment, too bright to see, so he slipped away quietly.

Mu Xing finally finished removing his makeup, first wiped Jiang Zhuowan's face with a wet towel, then took out the mask he had prepared, and smiled at Jiang Zhuohan feeling particularly prescient, "Look, I said it would be useful."

"You have to be shy!"

Jiang Zhuohan replied that he was going to pick up the mask, but Mu Xing blocked him with his hands and said, "Be obedient, don't move."

He withdrew his hand in a daze, sat on the chair and raised his face, letting Mu Xing put a mask on his face, so close that they could feel each other's breathing.

After a long while, before Mu Xing finished posting, Jiang Zhuohan couldn't help asking, "Isn't it alright?"

Mu Xing rolled his Adam's apple and put down his hand, "Okay."

Jiang Zhuohan put on the mask, and his speech was a little unclear, "Come on, I'll help you apply it too."

He changed places with Mu Xing reciprocally, and also took off Mu Xing's makeup first. He suddenly found that Mu Xing's skin was delicate and smooth, and he couldn't help touching it again and again, "Do you put on a mask every day?"

"Well, it was requested by the company before." Mu Xing generously sent his face up for him to touch.

"Is there such a requirement?"

"Yes. I was also asked to maintain an 8-pack abs, and there must be no scars above the neck."

"It's not easy being an idol."

Jiang Zhuohan sighed, and then took out the mask. Due to his unskilled work, he covered the mask on Mu Xing's face, either the left side was folded, the right side was wrinkled, or the nostrils were blocked.

"Junior brother, I will do it myself."

"No, I don't believe I can't post it well."

He worked harder, subconsciously getting closer, Mu Xing put his two long legs together, and he stood on both sides of Mu Xing's legs, flattening the mask bit by bit like some fine carving.

"Teacher Jiang—"

Miao Yuruo's voice suddenly sounded behind him, Jiang Zhuohan was too focused, startled by the sudden sound, and pulled off the mask at once.He hurriedly went to pick up the dropped mask, but his knees were stretched for too long, and he suddenly bent his legs and sat down weakly.

However, his posture made him sit right on Mu Xing's lap.Mu Xing was afraid that he would fall, so he subconsciously hugged his arm.

Miao Yuruo saw this scene when she focused her gaze, and quickly covered her eyes and said, "Sorry, I didn't see it, you guys continue."

After she finished speaking, she quickly left.

Jiang Zhuohan couldn't understand what Miao Yuruo's reaction was, and the next second he realized their posture, he suddenly understood what Miao Yuruo's reaction was.

The current posture of him and Mu Xing can be said to be very "unharmonious", and he hurriedly stood up, but Mu Xing pressed his hands tightly to prevent him from getting up.

"Let go."

"I'll give you a hug."

Mu Xing's hand moved up quickly, clasped Jiang Zhuohan's waist, and hugged him hard, pulling Jiang Zhuohan's whole body close to him, and he could even feel the touch.

"Mu Xing."

Jiang Zhuohan yelled, and Mu Xing let go of him, and really just hugged him.Jiang Zhuohan threw the torn mask to him and said, "Put it on yourself."

"Oh." Mu Xing replied, Jiang Zhuohan had already got up, moved the other chair a meter away, sat down and ignored him.

The process in the afternoon was similar to that in the morning, but Jiang Zhuohan put on the mask himself after the filming. Mu Xing kept staring at him while putting it on, reminding him of the posture in the morning. He swore he had never sat like this in his life, even when he was a child. Dad never hugged him.

So he kicked Mu Xing unhappily, and Mu Xing said aggrievedly, "I'll just see if you're flattened."

"I just like injustice."

"I like it too, junior brother post it for me."

Jiang Zhuohan remembered again, snorted and said, "Good idea."

For the next ten days or so, the entire production crew went out early and returned late every day, and was blown by the wind all day long. Jiang Zhuohan put on the mask three times a day and it showed results. Some people didn't care at first, but now their faces were cracked. The personnel put on the "facekini" directly.

After finally finishing this stage of filming, I thought I could take a break, but director Zhou said that I would go to a farther scene tomorrow, and I couldn't finish filming in one day, so I had to go to camp.

Jiang Zhuohan didn't react much when he heard the news, he obeyed the arrangement and got up before dawn to set off.

There were no roads on the Gobi, and the car drove very casually. He was drowsy in the car, but when the sun rose halfway, he suddenly became refreshed.

A red line appeared between the horizon and the dark blue sky. The sun in the morning and dusk was not so dazzling, just like a bright pearl reflected in the sunlight, everything on the ground was dyed red and black with light and shadow.

Jiang Zhuohan straightened up and looked out the car window, feeling the vastness of the world and people like ants.

Sitting on the other side of Jiang Zhuohan, Mu Xing took out his mobile phone and took a picture of this scene.The car window, the sunrise, and Jiang Zhuohan's silhouette in the photo are like a painting.

"What are you shooting again?" Jiang Zhuohan turned around when he heard the sound of taking pictures.

Mu Xing replied frankly, "Shooting you."

"Do I agree?"

"I'm applying now."

"Apply for a ghost." Jiang Zhuohan snatched Mu Xing's mobile phone, saw the photo taken by Mu Xing, and commented, "I only have photos left, bad review."

"A single movie is also good-looking."

Jiang Zhuohan threw the phone to Mu Xing in disgust, "You really like ghosts."

Mu Xing was stunned for a moment, then a smile overflowed from his eyes, he leaned over and whispered in Jiang Zhuohan's ear, "I like the younger brother."

"I don't care who you like."

Jiang Zhuohan muttered something and pushed Mu Xing away, then looked out of the window, the sun had come out completely, the surroundings were also lit up, and the sunrise was over.

He turned his head and glared at Mu Xing again, "You have ruined my sunrise."

"I will pay you tomorrow." Mu Xing replied reassuringly.

The driver in front was Yan Huai, who came to enjoy the scenery in the name of a producer. After listening to the two "flirting" for a long time, he finally couldn't help but say, "Can you pay attention and treat me as if I don't exist?" ?”

Jiang Zhuohan glanced forward and asked Mu Xing, "Is there anyone else in the car?"

Mu Xing replied seriously: "No."

Yan Huai has nothing to say.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the reopening to arrive, and everyone didn't delay for a moment. One group camped out, and another group filmed at the same time.

The scene this time is a green land in the Huangsha Gobi. There is a lake at the junction of the yellow sand and the green land. It is not a big lake, but it is beautiful and shocking at first glance. It makes people feel the stubbornness and reluctance of life. throw in the towel.

Even though he was busy, some people still stopped to take pictures. Jiang Zhuohan couldn't help but took a picture, only the scenery, no one was in the picture, and then shared it. The accompanying text was just two words - vitality.

After posting the director, he shouted for filming. Jiang Zhuohan didn’t have a chance to look at his phone until he had lunch. He clicked on the developed photos to read the comments. As a result, no one admired the vitality of not admitting defeat, and no one admired the tenacity in this desperate situation. It’s all about paying attention Two feet and half of a leg are exposed in the bottom corner of the photo.

Only then did he notice that the foot was taken in the photo, which only accounted for [-]% of the photo, and he didn't notice it when no one mentioned it.

Everyone in the comments seemed to know that the left foot belonged to him, and the right foot belonged to Mu Xing.

Jiang Zhuohan couldn't help but lower his head to look at Mu Xing's feet on the opposite side. They were really Mu Xing's shoes and legs. He stretched out his feet and stepped on Mu Xing's foot.

Mu Xing was trampled inexplicably.

Jiang Zhuohan ignored Mu Xing and continued to scroll through the comments, and suddenly saw something that he didn't understand.

[Xing and Han's feet are so well matched, Han and Han should be in harmony with Xing for a hundred years. 】

The ID who posted this comment is "My CP doi every day".

Jiang Zhuohan frowned, and asked Mu Xing, "Do you know what Xing and Han are?"

Mu Xing suddenly froze, raised his head guiltyly, and replied obviously lying, "I don't know."

"Then I'll Google it."

"No."

Mu Xing snatched Jiang Zhuohan's mobile phone. After the company name incident last time, the attention of Xinghe Hanchaohua suddenly skyrocketed, and the number of people also increased. Now there are everything, P pictures, drawing, and writing about them The "river crab" article.

Jiang Zhuohan was sure that Mu Xing must know that he wanted to snatch the phone back, he flicked it a few times, but Mu Xing was not fooled.So he deliberately lifted the wig of the shawl to reveal his face covered by the hair, trying to confuse Mu Xing with "beauty".

In the end, Mu Xing was not fooled by his beauty, but was lured by his action of brushing his hair. He froze for a while, and the phone was snatched away.

Jiang Zhuohan smiled smugly, took his mobile phone and clicked on the search, and as soon as he typed the initial letter, the association entry automatically jumped out. He saw "Xinghe Hanhan" at a glance, and then clicked into Xinghe Hanhan Chaohua, and he was stunned on the spot .

Mu Xing looked at his startled expression and said, "I told you not to search."

Jiang Zhuohan came to his senses. In fact, he didn't have any difficulty accepting it. He was just shocked for a while. He didn't expect so many people to think that he and Mu Xing were in a relationship all day long, and they even looked at the post with great interest. The picture, I think it is quite similar.

Until he saw an article labeled "high-speed rail", he froze at the first glance when he clicked in. He didn't want to read it, but his eyes had already absorbed the words into his brain.

He froze for a moment, did not turn down, put the phone on the table, and said as if nothing happened: "Eat."

He was not shy, but it was written by others, as if they had been seen, and they had never done it at all.

Seeing Jiang Zhuohan's reaction, Mu Xing guessed what he saw. He was really shy, and even blushed when he lowered his head.

So no one said a word, after eating and resting, we continued filming as if nothing happened.

In the evening, Jiang Zhuohan had a night scene, the opponent was not Mu Xing, and it was almost 9 o'clock after filming.

After the end, everyone was busy getting off work, and he walked alone to a hillside outside the shooting site, where there was a low adobe wall, and he leaned against the wall and looked into the distance.

The scene filmed tonight is when Chu Jin returned to the place where he fought with Yan Beixing after many years. He looked at the same scenery, but things changed and people changed.

Looking around here, there is only the endless Gobi, which is completely different from the snow-capped mountains.

However, when Jiang Zhuohan looked up at the night sky, the stars in the sky were the same. This place was as quiet and distant as the starry sky on the snow-capped mountains, as he had seen countless times.

"Senior brother."

Mu Xing waited until Jiang Zhuohan went back after work was over, so he came to look for him. The wind was less at night, but the temperature dropped.He ran to Jiang Zhuohan, "Are you cold?"

Only then did Jiang Zhuohan feel a little cold, and replied, "Go back."

Even though the night just started at 9 o'clock in the city, they will be filming tomorrow morning, and everyone went to bed early after being tired all day.

Jiang Zhuohan went back and changed his clothes. There was no way to take a bath here, so he could only wash his face and soak his feet. Finally, Mu Xing cooked him a bowl of noodles, and they went to bed after eating.

Due to the low temperature at night, it is inconvenient to go outdoors, so all members sleep in sleeping bags.

Jiang Zhuohan and Mu Xing were placed in the tent like two silkworm chrysalis. They chatted for a while at first, but fell asleep in no time.

During this period, they were very tired from filming, and they almost lay down and went to sleep every night, so they didn't have to worry about other things.

But Jiang Zhuohan had a dream today. He dreamed that he was buried in the snow, his limbs seemed to be bound by something and he couldn't move.He felt that he was going to die, and wanted to ask for help in horror, but he saw his father in a blink of an eye.

Just less than half a meter away from him, his father was buried in the snow, with only half of his head exposed, his eyes closed tightly, his face was covered with snow and frost, and he was bloodless.

dad--

Jiang Zhuohan opened his eyes suddenly, but found that he couldn't move when he wanted to get up. It took him a while to realize that it was because he was in a sleeping bag.

He opened his sleeping bag and sat up, covering his face and taking a deep breath.

"Senior brother?"

Hearing Jiang Zhuohan's movements, Mu Xing got up and hugged Jiang Zhuohan's shoulder, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Jiang Zhuohan put down his hands, lowered his head and said, "I dreamed about my dad, what he looked like when he died."

Mu Xing reached out to hug him, but he didn't move, and then said, "The sleeping bag is too small, I can't move."

Mu Xing really couldn't get a bed in this place, but after looking at the sleeping bags, he found that they could be put together to make a double.

He got up and put the two sleeping bags together, and said to Jiang Zhuohan, "It's better, just sleep for one night."

Jiang Zhuohan understood what Mu Xing meant, and gave him the sleeping bag, but where would Mu Xing find another sleeping bag in the middle of the night?There is still filming tomorrow, if Mu Xing catches a cold and delays, maybe he will have to sleep for another night.

"Let's go together."

When Jiang Zhuohan said these three words, Mu Xing was stunned for a while, a sleeping bag is different from sleeping on a bed.He asked incredulously, "Really?"

"Otherwise, where are you going to sleep?"

In the end, the two got into the sleeping bag, but it didn't look crowded, but it was a little stiff lying side by side.

Jiang Zhuohan closed his eyes and said, "Go to sleep."

Mu Xing couldn't sleep at all, but when he saw that Jiang Zhuohan was really asleep, he was afraid of disturbing him, so he kept a stiff posture and remained motionless until Jiang Zhuohan relaxed after falling asleep, leaned sideways on him, and returned a hand Stretched to his waist.

After struggling for a long time, he finally carefully put his hand under Jiang Zhuohan's neck, took Jiang Zhuohan into his arms, and finally fell asleep.

The next day, before dawn, the wind picked up again.

Mu Xing opened his eyes in a daze, and seeing Jiang Zhuohan sleeping peacefully in his arms, he thought he was dreaming of spring again, so he turned over naturally, slid his hand across Jiang Zhuohan's slender neck, and pushed Jiang Zhuohan's chin, Then kiss deeply.