professionalism of actresses

Bian Boxian didn't feel any pain when a hard stone cut his cheek; walking in the wind and snow, Bian Boxian didn't feel any pain; but when he was in the hospital, the nurse took a cotton ball dipped in disinfectant and embedded it in the wound When the dirty things inside were washed out, he grinned in pain and couldn't care about his image at all.

Can raw meat not hurt when it meets disinfectant?

Jin Tang, who was standing aside, looked at Bian Boxian's appearance, and couldn't help but turned to the nurse and told her to be gentle, but she was immediately told back, "If it is not treated cleanly, it is easy to have inflammation."

After hearing this, Jintang subconsciously reached out and touched the clean gauze on his face, then lowered his head and grabbed Bian Boxian: "Be quiet, your face is very important."

Bian Boxian had more wounds on his face than Jintang's. He raised his head, eyes filled with physical tears stimulated by the pain, and looked at Jintang: "It really hurts, I don't rely on my face for food, either. I mainly rely on my voice."

Jin Tang laughed now.

This smile entered Bian Boxian's eyes, no matter how you look at it, he seemed to be mocking. His eyeballs moved, and he stared at Jintang quickly, emphasizing: "Really, I am the lead singer!"

Jintang didn't answer, but still stood there, looking down at Bian Boxian with a smile on his face.

Bian Boxian, who was looked at by her like this, felt a little faint in his heart, quickly lowered his eyes, avoiding Jintang's sight, and still muttered: "The face is not an important thing."

Interrupted by Jintang like this, Bian Boxian realized that the nurse cleaning his wound had put down the tweezers, and there was a pile of blood-stained and dirty cotton balls beside him. trembling.

When everything was settled and the two were sent back to the hotel, it was already three o'clock in the morning. Even Jintang, who usually liked to be clean, went into her room this time and fell asleep.

During this sleep, the sky was dark, and she seemed to see many figures in the dream, but she tried her best to open her eyes, but found that she couldn't see anyone's appearance clearly.

"Jintang."

A familiar voice sounded behind her, Jintang turned around, and in an instant, all the crowds around her disappeared.

The figure was reflected in the thick fog, Jin Tang frowned, and took a step forward, she heard the man calling her name again.

Who is it?

It's a very familiar voice

Jin Tang walked towards the place where the figure was standing, she heard her own voice and asked who he was, but the man smiled and did not respond.

She felt that her steps were getting faster and faster, and she was already trying to run in the end, but the distance between her and that person was always the same.

He didn't know how long he had been running, but Jintang felt that his feet were getting weaker and weaker, his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and his whole body was as heavy as a huge rock...

Why is she running?

Jintang's consciousness started to work, she glanced at the figure, and stopped.

At the moment when her consciousness changed, the thick fog surrounding her gradually dissipated, and the figure standing there emerged.

When he saw the smiling face of that person clearly, the doubt and fatigue in Jintang's eyes were gradually replaced by a smile.

She put her hands on her knees, straightened up, and smiled at the man, "Bian Boxian, what are you doing?"

The moment the voice fell, the ground under the feet scattered in all directions, and the huge cracks looked like the bloody mouth of a giant beast sleeping underground.

Jintang glanced at the ground, then raised his head quickly, but what he saw was the scene of Bian Boxian falling.

She stretched out her hands hastily, supported those heavy legs again, and ran forward, ran, and ran...

hurry up

hurry up...

i can catch you...

"Bian Baixian!"

Open your eyes

Dazzling lights rushed into her sight, and her heart was still beating fast.

She stared blankly at the peaceful scenery outside the window, stretched out her hand, and rubbed her sore eyes.

flutter

A gray unknown bird leaped quickly outside the window, causing Jintang to get up from the bed with her hands on her hands. She kind of forgot the dream she had just had, but she still remembered that when Bian Boxian fell down, she wanted to put the He was caught.

And at the end when she called his name, all the emotions that surged in her chest...

Two days have passed since the accident on the snowy mountain, and the wound on Bian Boxian's face has begun to scab. It's true what Jin Tang said, even when he looked in the mirror, he felt really ugly.

Those dark scabs are like an octopus wantonly occupying his face, showing its presence menacingly.

Although he emphasized with Jintang in the hospital that day that it was okay, and that he didn't rely on his face for food, Bian Boxian still thought about how to explain it to fans, because it was really an eyesore.

He is going back to South Korea on the plane tomorrow morning. After returning, the agent and makeup artist are probably surprised. Is it the same as the eye problem last time?

Didn't that directly become a mummy?

Bian Boxian shook his head, vetoing the picture in his mind, forget it, leave the professional issues to professionals, the stylist must have a solution.

ding dong~

Doorbell rang

Bian Boxian walked over, opened the door with a smile, saw Jintang standing outside as expected, and said, "Good evening."

"Good evening." Jintang looked at the wound on his face and said, "It's much better than yesterday."

Bian Boxian closed the door with his backhand, walked side by side to the elevator with Jin Tang, and laughed miserably when he heard this: "I think what you said that day was right, my face is really important."

Jintang was amused by him, understood what he meant, and looked up at him: "But I think it's pretty good."

"What's the matter?" Bian Boxian was quite helpless, "I have quite a lot of schedules when I go back, hey."

This sigh really expressed Bian Boxian's inner thoughts. He looked at Jintang, saw the two wounds on her face, and took pleasure in bitterness: "However, it is the same style as yours."

"This model is unique in the world." Jin Tang stepped into the elevator car, stood aside, watched Bian Boxian press the button, and heard him say 'it's still a limited edition'.

After the words fell, the two looked at each other and both smiled.

This afternoon, there was another heavy snowfall here. This is a small city, so the snow on some roads has not had time to be shoveled away.

When Jintang stepped on the soft snow and walked forward step by step, the snow made a "creak" and "creak" sound, and the exhaled breath instantly became a white mist in the air.

"Thank you for catching me that day."

Bian Boxian, who was walking on the side, felt it was funny when he heard Jintang's words: "There's nothing to be thankful for, besides, it was the team leader who held us back."

If there were really only the two of them, they probably fell off the cliff directly, and the consequences would be really unimaginable.

Jintang quickly glanced at Bian Boxian who was full of relaxed expression, it seemed that he really didn't show any strength in his mouth.

She raised her lips slightly and said, "No matter what, I want to thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, you just need to be clear, stay away from these dangerous things in the future." Bian Boxian still insisted on his own thoughts, if he hadn't climbed the snow mountain, how could the accident happen?A good vacation is even better!

Jintang didn't respond, and continued to walk forward. He chased after him, insisting: "Is this considered extreme sports? I don't know too well, but I think climbing snow-capped mountains is really dangerous. Various unknown weather conditions, such as The day we met..."

"Bian Baixian, are you a grandfather?"

When Jintang's voice sounded next to his ear, Bian Boxian who was talking excitedly fell silent in an instant.

He looked down at Jintang, and slowly shook his head under the gaze of her big beautiful eyes.

This word is really too far away, like the peak of a snow mountain that he didn't climb that day.

As the cold wind blew, he watched as Jintang shrank her neck to the plaid scarf. She wrinkled her reddish nose and smiled brightly at him: "Then why are you so fussy?"

"..." Bian Baixian

He stretched out his hand, made a zipper movement on his mouth, then raised his hands, made a gesture of surrender, glanced at Jintang, turned and continued on his way.

After walking two steps, he didn't see Jintang who was following him from the corner of his eye. Bian Boxian stopped, turned around again, looked at Jintang suspiciously, stretched out two fingers, and made a 'go' gesture.

"Since you're not a grandfather, then be my boyfriend."

Everything seems to be frozen at this moment.

Bian Boxian could only watch her walking towards him step by step.

Like a character who came out of that white fairy tale world, he walked up to him, raised his head, and asked him softly:

"are you willing?"

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