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The author has something to say: Bi Zhang Alias: Xing An Chasing Husband (Dog Head)

[20]

The name buried in the dark underground was dug out again by the shovel of reality, and with the opening of the sealed jar, the aroma of moist soil permeated into the air.

I could feel that something was rushing out, and when I fully recovered, I realized that tears had already flowed deep in my heart.

The dusty memory carried a vivid pain, sinking into the body inch by inch.

When will it stop?

——This pain that seeps into the bone marrow.

Zhou Yichao has a schedule to run in the afternoon.

The recording of Xing An's movie theme song was scheduled for [-] pm, and the filming ended at [-]:[-] am, which was just enough to invite the staff to eat and seal.

Thanks to the children who are currently in a rebellious period, although this time they invited teams with guaranteed confidentiality in the circle, we still have to be just in case.

Xu Tong clicked on the dialog box, and poked his fingers alternately on the screen——

The filming is over, on the way to dinner.

On the fingertips was a "hey hey" smiling cat emoji. After Xu Tong finished typing, he withdrew his hand that stopped above the send button and deleted it word by word.

For the current self, the long-lost action is very abrupt.

It takes restraint.

Xu Tong put the phone into his coat pocket, and the car key spun half a circle in the air and fell into his palm.

"Look over by yourself in the afternoon."

"Understood, brother Tong."

Xu Tong watched his artist's eyes stick to his slender body in the kitchen like the super glue of a hot-selling brand, and sighed sincerely.

Not listening at all.

In that scorching summer six years ago, the orange sun sank slowly.Xu Tong and his young man ushered in a tragic end together, and every day they spent with Zhou Yichao for six years after that was a heart-piercing cruel reminder.

After a long time of pain, it will naturally become numb.

This is the countless drinking sessions in his life. Xu Tong declined on the grounds that he has a schedule in the afternoon, but the director still forced the wine glass into his palm.

The cold wine reflected his lifeless eyes.

"I have an appointment with Director Xing An in the afternoon."

"...That's it... Brother Tong was really embarrassed just now, look at me! It's because I was too excited for a while, after all, there is still work to do, so let's just drink for our crew, haha, let's raise our glasses!"

There was a crisp sound of wine glasses colliding, and Xu Tong picked up a chopstick of snow-white fish and put it in his mouth. He personally refilled the glass for the director next to him, and gave him enough face politely and kindly.

Only by sacrificing this name can one be saved.

Clearly, he couldn't be more clear, but he still hesitated for a short moment when he exited.

Xu Tong took out the credit card in his wallet and signed the bill in the lobby on the first floor with the cigarette case in his left hand.

Drive left from the hotel gate, and the recording studio is only a 5-minute drive away.

Xu Tong walked to the parking lot, drove the car to a parking space on the side of the road, leaned against the car body and lit a cigarette, his hair covered his sight in the bitter cold wind.

"Can I borrow a fire?"

Familiar and unfamiliar voices rang in my ears.

The wind stopped.

"No."

Xu Tong lowered his eyes and exhaled slowly.

The back of the warm hand was pressed against the cold palm, Xu Tong subconsciously retracted the hand hidden in the pocket, but unintentionally entangled it between the other's fingers.

A pleasant low laugh entered his ears, and the next moment, the lighter was pulled from his palm.

Exactly the same plot.

Completely flipped characters.

The image that stayed in my mind for a long time flashed past, but it was me who unreasonably sneaked into the opponent's pocket to grab the lighter.

The cold palm that was reflected by the fire looked warm, and the fierceness of the other party's youth could be vaguely glimpsed between the relaxed brows.

Although it still looks like this on set now.

Xu Tong looked at the side of the man's face and was stunned for a moment.

"Where's the kid who used tricks this morning?"

"I'll let him watch for himself."

The soot was broken into pieces and fell from the air.

Because my own artist was mentioned, once again, reminded.

Xu Tong withdrew his calf, stood upright and stretched out his palm.

"Give it back to me when you're done."

"We'll talk about it after the draw."

The lighter twirled around in Xing An's palm, and finally slipped into the opponent's pocket.

"A famous director even wants to ask me for a lighter?"

Xing An was smoking a cigarette, and smiled faintly when he heard the words.

"A famous manager even wants to argue with me about a lighter?"

Xu Tong was dumbfounded, and then hid his hands in his pockets again.

Forget it.

Be it quarrels or quarrels, I have never won.

Even the relationship is the same, lost a complete defeat.

There is a mass of qi stagnated in the chest with nowhere to vent.

"Director Xing smokes slowly, I'll go and see my kids."

Xu Tong stubbed out the cigarette butt, opened the door neatly, sat in the driver's seat and held the steering wheel expressionlessly to start the car.

"See you later."

The picture of the man smiling and waving his hand with a cigarette dangling in the car mirror is getting further and further away.

When he arrived, Zhou Yichao had already put on his headphones and entered the recording studio.

Xu Tong said hello and sat on the sofa outside, his eyes fell on his artist.

For Zhou Yichao, the end was just the beginning.

Sure enough, being young is different.

Young people always have the advantage of wanton fighting, always have unlimited possibilities, always enjoy the qualifications of wanton chasing, and always hold the most expensive capital.

If I were 25 years old, when I was in the underground parking lot just now, I should have grasped the other person's palm and kissed him the moment the other person got into his pocket to touch the lighter.

It's just that there are not so many ifs in life, and there is no turning back in time.

"Director Xing is here."

Xu Tong watched more of the man in his memory push open the door of the recording studio and walk in, and greeted the people around him with a smile, his gestures were calm and introverted.

"You must be in a good state today, right?"

Xu Tong stared at Xing An, who was leaning over and talking to Zhou Yichao with a smile, his wheat-colored knuckles stretched out at the side were strong and sexy.

Just now, I personally confirmed it with my fingers.

But what does that matter?

Xu Tong forced himself to look back and focus on the accumulated work at hand.

It's not the same after all.

in various senses.

Xing An is a well-known director who demands perfection from beginning to end. From the selection of actors, to the arrangement of lines in the movie, even the final theme song will be strictly checked.

With Xing An watching, Xu Tong naturally didn't have to worry about it. He just sat on the sofa and took out the artist training plan from his briefcase, and connected to a Bluetooth headset to check the videos of the trainees in turn.

Selling point: Sentimental.

Comprehensive evaluation: B- to C+, and is expected to develop to B+.

Special Notes: Dietary control required.

Indeed, as Xing An said, Zhou Yichao is in excellent condition today, he is not greasy or eating, his voice is stable and his emotions are rich.

The progress is so fast that even the recording crew is sighing.

Watching too much information and videos made people physically and mentally exhausted. Xu Tong closed his eyes and rubbed the center of his brows, then lightened his hand suddenly.

Xing An didn't know when he sat next to him, looking down at the training plan he had just finished writing the evaluation.

"Director Xing is not going to supervise the work?"

"The children you brought out are really outstanding, and I have nothing to criticize."

Xing An's side face disappeared from the deflected line of sight, Xu Tong took off the Bluetooth headset, and leaned back on the back of the sofa.

It's good to rest for a while.

In the recording studio, Zhou Yichao's soothing and sad voice flowed into his ears, Xu Tong closed his eyes, and suddenly wanted to light a cigarette beside him.

The tactile sensation from the fingertips resting on the sofa is probably the training plan that the other party has read.

Xu Tong thought so, so he didn't open his eyes, and the breathing rate of his body gradually became clear.

I have to drive back to the head office in a while, the practice video can't reflect too many emotions and growth changes of the trainees, I still have to confirm it myself...

The dry and rough palm covered the back of the hand, and under the light, the strong and sexy joints were inserting/entering the fingers bit by bit, and the rainstorm washed away all the previous thoughts.

Xu Tong opened his eyes, his flustered expression could not be hidden at all.

All eyes in the recording studio were on Zhou Yichao who was singing loudly, except for himself and Xing An.

While Xu Tong was confirming the surrounding situation, the clasp on the palm of his hand was also successfully completed.

Breaking free only paused for a moment.

During the tug, a string of clean Buddhist beads appeared under the other party's folded sleeves.

The round beads brushed against the back of his hand slightly, Xu Tong stopped exerting force, and the circles of his eyes turned red.

What is this so far...

"Director Xing, Brother Tong, Yichao is in good shape today, and the recording has basically been completed."

While turning their gazes, the artist training plan was gently rested on the palms of their hands.

Too cruel to be considerate.

Xing An smiled and nodded, while Xu Tong hung his head and said nothing.

As soon as he left the recording studio, his own artist anxiously asked him for his mobile phone. It seemed that waiting a second longer was a torment.

Xu Tong watched Zhou Yichao make a video call in silence, sobbed aggrievedly into the receiver, and complained that he was hungry.

"Don't make it sound like I'm abusing you."

Xu Tong took out the cigarette case, put the cigarette in his mouth, and realized that something was missing.

"Go home directly, don't make me a hot search anymore."

Zhou Yichao made a video call, took the time to perfunctory himself, and then sat in the driving seat and rolled up the anti-peeping windows tightly.

Fortunately, it is still consistent in principle.

Xing An walked slowly in front of him, the Buddhist beads on his wrist were very eye-catching.

Xu Tong turned around and took a step.

"Does your child have a schedule in February?"

The other party waved the lighter in his hand, showing a smile that he was sure he would not refuse.

This is indeed the case.

"Villain role, audition on February [-]th."

Xu Tong sat in the co-pilot's seat, his gaze fell lightly to the opposite side, and he exhaled slowly.

The moment the sparkling cigarette was pulled from his lips, the man sitting in the driver's seat leaned over and kissed her.

A pain like suffocation swept through the whole body.

Xu Tong pushed Xing An's shoulder away, put the cigarette on his lips again, and spread his palms again towards the man in the driver's seat, his voice as smooth as possible.

"Time, place, script..."

Xu Tong paused, and added——

"And my lighter."

It takes courage to start all over again.

And now I don't have that kind of thing anymore.

"Then meet me."

"Whatever you want, you will get the same once you see it."

Xu Tong stared at Xing An's vaguely smiling face behind the smoke, turned his head away, opened the passenger door, and responded with trembling fingertips——

"it is good."