before he became popular

In the past few days, they have played a lot of roles, and they have several scenes every day. According to the script, the two have already started from the tavern and continued southward, returning to the small village where Lu Manchen lived when he was young.

Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the scenery is pleasant.

Carefully set up the scene, with the lights on the scene, looking from a distance, there are small villages with scattered houses, and in the evening, the smoke from the kitchen is rising.

Lu Manchen led the horse and waited aside. Later, he and Zhan Qing would ride the same horse and stop at the village entrance.

Many staff members were intensively preparing for the work. Lu Manchen held the horse with one hand and stroked the mane on the horse's back.

The last time I rode a horse was more than half a year ago, and my skills were a lot rusty. Fortunately, there was no place to ride a horse, so I could just walk a few steps on the horse.

Zhan Qing swayed over and raised an eyebrow at Lu Manchen, "Can you ride?"

Lu Manchen watched him turn over and get on the horse neatly, raised his head and shook his head.

Zhan Qing smiled, bent down and reached out to him, "Do you know it or not? Come up, I'll take you on a ride."

Lu Manchen accidentally held his hand in his palm, and he sat down on the horse's back.

"Hold on to me! Drive..." Zhan Qing took his hand and wrapped it around his waist. His legs clamped the horse's belly, and the horse galloped down the country road.

Lu Manchen sat at the back against his back, bumping up and down, his chest rubbing against his tight back, rubbing against his tight back, rubbing like a fire, with his hands around his waist, sticking to his abdomen, wanting to Holding him tightly and afraid of losing his position, Lu Manchen's fingers could only clasp tightly on the back of his hand, leaving red marks.

Lu Manchen's nose was full of Zhan Qing's breath.

Couldn't help but lower his head and take a sniff, Lu Manchen had no choice but to force himself to turn his head, watching them hopelessly passing by the countryside, waiting for the torment to end.

The reeds by the side of the path are already very tall, if you swipe them between his legs, if you go a little deeper, they can disappear...

It's like weeds are overgrown in his heart at the moment, he just wants the two of them to fall to the ground, and under the cover of weeds, a fight is fine.

"Teacher Zhan... Are we back?" Lu Manchen asked hesitantly, his eyes turned red as they glanced at the blue reeds.

"Okay... the director should find us!" Zhan Qing raised the reins, turned around and walked back.

When we arrived at the entrance of the village, the director was already waiting there. Fortunately, he searched everywhere for his glasses and hadn't turned them on yet...

Otherwise, there will be a training session.

Lu Manchen embraced Zhan Qing's shoulders from behind, pointed to him, whispered softly, with infinite nostalgia: "That is my hometown..."

Zhan Qing patted the hand on his shoulder away in disgust, grabbed the horse rope and walked in, then turned around and smiled at him: "Why don't you go soon? Show me your home."

Lu Manchen shook his head helplessly, the smile on his face couldn't be concealed, he quickly caught up with him, firmly held his hand, interlocking his fingers, and dangling: "Okay, I'll take you to see our home."

"Let go..." Zhan Qing struggled awkwardly, and said, "Let others see... what's going on?"

"I don't..." Lu Manchen pushed his shoulders closer, wanting to walk next to each other.

Since he was kissed by him last time in a tavern, he has always liked to cling to her and move his hands and feet.

Zhan Qing sighed resignedly, was pushed away by him, and asked him, "Which household belongs to yours?"

"Walk further in..." Lu Manchen rested his head on his shoulder, as if he had no bones.

After taking two steps forward, Zhan Qing dodged to the side, seeing that Lu Manchen was unprepared, and was about to fall as he staggered forward, laughing loudly.

"What are you laughing at? Huh?" Lu Manchen stood firm, pushed the man into the grass, rested his head on his hands, and covered him.

The weeds on the side of the road could barely cover the figures of the two of them.

The tips of the noses touch each other, and the four eyes are entangled.

"Card!"

Zhan Qing laughed and cursed and rolled a circle under Lu Manchen, saying, "This grass is too sticky, I almost laughed! Hahaha, Lu Manchen, get up quickly!"

Lu Manchen stood on top of him in a daze, without any movement, he recovered after hearing his shout, and quickly turned to the side and sat up.

"Lu Manchen...Look..." Zhan Qing called him, and showed him his hand, there were red marks from the weeds.

"What about you? Do you have any? Fortunately, I have thick skin and thick flesh!" Zhan Qing leaned over to break his hand to look at it, lying on his lap, not too close.

Lu Manchen stretched out his hand stiffly to him, not daring to look at him for a moment, but tilted his head to break the grass.

The director came over, patted him, and said to Zhan Qing angrily, "Squeamish."

Zhan Qing chuckled, and said shamelessly, "Director, look at the work-related injuries on both of our hands. Can you make up for us tonight?"

The director didn't bother to look at him, and said, "I can't see...it's a beautiful idea!"

"Oh, my hands hurt so much... I can't shoot anymore, I can't shoot anymore." Zhan Qing stood up, stood in front of the director and yelled, and asked Lu Manchen if he was in pain too.

The director couldn't laugh or cry because of the only bad scene in his life, and scolded him, "Shoot well, or you won't even think about the delicious food at night!"

After Zhan Qing succeeded, he winked at Lu Manchen, and immediately said seriously, "I can still shoot, young man, don't complain about suffering or tiredness!"

The time is really tight, and after a little fuss, the atmosphere was relaxed, and everyone started to work again.

There is still a small scene, and we can call it a day.

Lu Manchen pulled the horse again and led Zhan Qing into the village.

Walking through a winding path, I saw the first family on a small slope.

A middle-aged woman was coming down with a small basket. When she saw them coming, she stopped and stood on the half slope to look at him intently.

After a while, I took the basket and went down to the river to clean it.

Probably because he didn't recognize Lu Manchen.

Going forward, there is an old house on the side of the road, and the yellow mud piled on the top of the wall will not fall off.

When leading the horse, an old lady came out from the inside. When she met her eyes, the person was stunned for a second, then turned her head away, and continued to do her own thing.

Zhan Qing circled Lu Manchen suspiciously without saying a word.

Walk beside him and continue inside.

After passing a small bridge and another corner, Lu Manchen pointed to a small courtyard in front of him and said, "Here we are, my home."

There was a lock on the door, but the courtroom was clean, apparently cleaned regularly.

Zhan Qing's voice turned cold suddenly, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Lu Manchen froze when he opened the door, and looked back at him, all complicated.

The camera gave him a close-up and fixed his eyes.

"Okay." The director gestured to him, indicating that the scene was over.

Zhan Qing quickly put away the emotions in the play, and gave Lu Manchen a hug, "Take your eyes off, don't look at me with that look...I..."

Lu Manchen closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his emotions.

Suddenly, he asked out of nowhere, "What look?"

Zhan Qing thought about it for a while: "Just... I was wronged and cautious, and I felt very uncomfortable after seeing it."

"Uncomfortable?" Lu Manchen lowered his head and restrained his emotions, and asked hesitantly.

"Ah, I just saw it for a while and wanted to hug you. So... Teacher Lu, your eyes are too lethal..." Zhan Qing patted him on the shoulder, took a step back and leaned on the pillar in front of the hall to wait He picked himself up.

Lu Manchen looked up at him, stepped forward to embrace him in his arms, rested his head on Zhan Qing's shoulder, and did what he had long wanted to do.

He bit his lip, forcing himself to wake up.

Reaching Zhan Qing's ear and whispering, "Mr. Zhan, I'm feeling very uncomfortable now, can you hug me?"

The moment he turned his head in the camera, he thought a lot.

I thought about the comfort of him finally returning to his hometown with the person he likes in the play, thought about Zhan Qing’s sudden coldness and asked him how uncomfortable he was, and thought about whether Zhan Qing could accept the uneasiness after he was honest with him, and also thought about leaving The character himself, as Lu Manchen in reality, would he be able to bring him home one day, and also thought that all of Zhan Qing's tenderness is for the taste of the character.

He felt wronged that he was not the person in the story. No one drew a pen to draw a Zhan Qing beside him. He was careful. One day when he needed to open his heart like a character, Zhan Qing would treat him in various ways...whether it was sarcasm or dismissive leave.

Hold Zhan Qing tightly in his arms, and enjoy his tenderness openly and squarely, taking advantage of the fact that there is no reason to leave the role at this moment.

In the evening, as Zhan Qing wished, the director really called a few creative staff out for a meal, although it was at a supper stand.

In fact, it is not easy to sit around here, drink beer and eat barbecue. Who would have thought that they would drive for an hour just to get here!

Lu Manchen was not in high spirits, and sat next to Zhan Qing to watch them.