On the bone

The remaining solo scenes were more painful than ever.

Not only is it the cliché to talk about the self-pull feeling of getting in and out of the play, being unable to get out of the negative emotions of the characters, and there is no place in the whole body that is not uncomfortable, but also the HARD mode in which the difficulty is raised several times by sleeping aids.

Mu Mingyi would watch his medicine and sleep almost every night.

The more you stare, the worse it gets.

Ning Huiran had an instinctive reflex to resist sleeping pills—when he saw the silver plastic pill shell with tiny English printed on it, he felt sick to his stomach.

He may not be suitable for this kind of medicine by nature, staring blankly or doing something casually to endure the terrible three or ten minutes not only affects the efficacy of the medicine, but also makes him feel sleepy after that, that is to say, lying down without closing his eyes and taking the medicine It's just free.

Once it gets dark all around, villas, roads, cliffs... are projected in his mind like post-editing. The scenes are real and thrilling. Xinhai rescued him and prevented him from dying for Xia Pei.

It takes one night to think about it.

And taking medicine will only make this process blurred and incomplete, tossing and tossing half-dream and half-awake in exchange for the next day's sleepiness and weakness, unable to concentrate, sleepy, and difficult to enter the state.

Mu Mingyi left, and there wasn't even a showrunner.

Ning Huiran dragged the whole crew back like this, finishing the filming a day later than originally planned. When the filming was announced, many people hugged and applauded each other. No one noticed the color film, or thought it was because Ning Huiran was not in the show—his eyes were full of tears.

But it's fucking over.

Ning Huiran twitched his nose, and silently shook off the colored film on his head.

The film was finished one day late, and Mu Mingyi came back one day late, so no second was wasted, what an excellent master of time management.

Ning Huiran sent a selfie, first he clenched his fist, and then slowly raised a middle finger.

Ten minutes later, Mu Mingyi sent a video invitation, and Ning Huiran connected.

It seemed that in an extremely noisy environment, the door behind Mu Mingyi blocked a lot of movement, and the one-third of an acre of land inside the door was very clean, as if he was the only one, and what Mu Mingyi did next Proof of this.

He didn't speak to Ning Huiran, but raised his chin, and the graceful curve of his neck was immediately revealed. Before Ning Huiran's eyes widened, he stroked up with one hand, touched all the way down from the neck, and flirtatiously used his index finger Sliding the protruding small bone in a moderate shape... Then starting from the collar, the buttons were unbuttoned one by one. The whole process was in slow motion, and the breathing became obviously heavier. Ning Huiran could see that the bottom of the shirt was slightly floating chest...

Thinking it was over, Ning Huiran licked his lips and was about to make a sound, when Mu Mingyi turned the camera down, a pair of boxer underwear suddenly jumped in front of Ning Huiran, he was not wearing pants!

Ning Huiran looked straight.

I touched it with my hand, and when the edge of the underwear was pulled below the pubic bone, the phone made a beep, and the video was cut.

"Fuck fuck!" Ning Huiran yelled and immediately called back, but the other party refused in seconds and sent a picture with the same gesture as him.

What's this……

Staring at this Q version of the emoji with the middle finger pointed out and the eyes super fierce, Ning Huiran immediately brought Mu Mingyi into himself, laughing so hard that he thumped on the mattress. They are so young, there is no actor like him.

Ning Huiran wiped the moisture from the corner of his eyes and typed on WeChat: What time is the flight?

The return over there is very fast: it will be changed to a high-speed train, and it will be a little later due to the heavy rain here.

Ning Huiran: What time is one o'clock?

Mu Mingyi: Can't wait?

Ning: What do you think?

Mu: (smiling face)

Ning: Do you want to prepare a set?

When typing, Ning Huiran was a bit delayed before the word 'set'. He was very nervous for a while, and when he saw Mu Mingyi asked him: Do you know my size?

There are some points, Ning Hui returned.

One by one I bring my own, I'm afraid you buy too small.

Get out of here.

Ning Huiran exhaled fragrance, but he didn't hit it. He felt a heavy drowsiness. Since it is inconvenient to listen to the voice, Ning Huiran can only let him convert it into text.

He pressed the microphone, vaguely: "Brother, I'll go to bed first... for a while, tonight...see you."

I wanted to make a kissing sound with my mouth after 'meeting', but it was silent, and then I didn't know anything.

The alarm in his ear seemed to repeat many times. Ning Huiran woke up slowly and procrastinated. Every piece of flesh in his body fell heavily on the bed. It took him a long time to sit up. dizzy.

When you see the numbers clearly, you will wake up in a second.

Ning Huiran threw the phone far away, plunged into the bathroom, and the flushing water was rushing.

The lead actor of the wrap-up banquet was absent and late, and the cast members headed by Yu Li unequivocally punished Ning Huiran with [-] glasses of wine. Huiran raised an objection in disbelief, fined him three cups of wine, he didn't say anything, whether the penalty of thirty cups was too heavy a sentence.

Zhao Rui stepped in at this time and offered Ning Huiran another option, three cups of fine and three clothes off.

Ning Huiran looked down at himself, the T-shirt, jeans, and underwear were all gone after the punishment.

Going into the mountains to shoot people was exhausting, and later he was irritated by single-shooting. Yu Li didn't intend to let him go. For the sake of Lao Jun, Zhao Rui took over the banquet hall, KTV, bar, and fitness area on the first floor of the hotel, so that the crew could enjoy the audience. , Play all night, and go upstairs to sleep when tired, caring and generous.

This is the tail end of the first game, and the beginning of the second game. Many people are shouting to go to KTV, taking off their clothes and drinking just to add to the fun, but Ning Hui will not die. .

It is conceivable that a group of dissolute men and women shouted at the KTV, whistled and applauded him for taking off his clothes. The problem of slamming the door, after all, after joining the crew, his personality has always been a good boy, a sweet and easy-going Xiaomengxin, he can't just do whatever he wants like Guo Xiaoxian and others he doesn't know.

In Ning Huiran's mind, the last time Guo Xiaoxian gave him the "first experience of love", he not only slammed the door, but also touched him.

He chooses thirty glasses of wine.

Fortunately, the crew was kind enough to line up a table for him with only two or two glasses of baijiu, beer, red wine, soft drinks, white water, and baijiu, a total of thirty glasses.

A big brother from the film crew, whose face was familiar, couldn’t remember whether the light was on or the radio, so he brought a cloth napkin, folded it, and tried it on his own eyes. After confirming that the light was not clear, he made a gesture to tie it for Ning Huiran, the so-called “blind drinking” ', which cup is which cup to drink, one by one round.

The amount of alcohol is usually for a single type of wine, and Ning Huiran is no matter how much, if it is mixed like this, it is not to make him drunk, but to fuck him to death.

After being set up by the crew, Ning Huiran was really reluctant to let it collapse overnight, not to mention that he had slept in the same way, it would be too tasteless to play tricks.

He took the napkin and put it on by himself, poured ten cups into his belly, and every time he drank a cup, there was a noise in his ears. Ning Huiran really admired them, the waves surpassed one after another, and there was no downward trend. How many cups have been cleared and poured down, the feeling of stepping on the cotton with the feet, and then drink down, the cups that are not easy to hold are easily snatched away.

Pulling off the cloth over his eyes, Ning Huiran saw Pei Xiaoxiao standing in front of him, stepping on the glass coffee table of KTV domineeringly, the nail-like stilettos were reflected on the mirror-like table.

"I'll drink the rest for my brother."

One sentence detonated the audience, and the whole box was boiling. The soaring momentum made Zhao Rui, who pushed the door in, stumble in fright. He quickly understood that the crowd was booing excitedly, and some people made the poor tremble, saying that Miss Pei The end is so scary... Ning Huiran couldn't bear the woman blocking the drink, so he dragged Pei Xiaoxiao behind him. Pei Xiaoxiao didn't agree with it. Just kiss him on the sofa and give him wine mouth to mouth.

This is a sentence that is a hundred times more effective than before. The buddy who proposed to Ning Huiran let out a groan, clapped his hands and shouted "cups", "cups", the whole audience clapped their hands rhythmically and shouted... ...Zhao Rui thought it was to save face, so he didn't call for a kiss.

After randomly copying two cups, Pei Xiaoxiao threw it at the buddy and smirked: "Do you want my old lady to drink with you?"

The man was not annoyed by being splashed with alcohol, his eyes were sharp, he wiped the alcohol on his face, took out his wallet, and slapped the cash and cards on the table: "Come on, whoever gets the other down first, this is it!" Her (his)."

"Fuck." Pei Xiaoxiao swears arrogantly. She has never seen someone who is so uneducated. She also shows off her belongings to keep up. She kneels on the coffee table, picks up a glass of wine, and tickles this person with her fingers. ah.

Amid the applause, the man wrapped his arms around her and began pouring the wine down his throat glass by glass.

……

The execution ground turned into an arena, and Ning Huiran was dragged outside by Zhao Rui under the pretext of smoking without turning a corner.

Obviously Pei Xiaoxiao saved his life, Ning Huiran bit his cigarette, turned his head to meet Zhao Rui's fire for him: "Sister Pei has always been so... fierce?"

After all, she is a young lady, so Ning Huiran tried to speak as much as possible.

"Always," Zhao Rui nodded, put away the lighter, and glanced at Ning Huiran: "But it's the first time I've seen someone so nice to you."

These words made Ning Huiran frown, Zhao Rui didn't intend to talk about that, if Ning Huiran really wants to make a debut, these things can be as few as possible, as long as he can convert to Buddhism and not step into the world of mortals.

"Are you all right?" Zhao Rui let out a puff of smoke, "I see you've been drinking a lot."

The private room was a bit up there at the time, and it was a lot better to come out to take a breath. Ning Huiran had a cigarette in his mouth, and with a vague "um", he took out his mobile phone to check the time, and it was still 10 minutes before the arrival of the train.

Putting it away, he raised his head to flick the cigarette ash. The aisle of this KTV leads directly to the courtyard on the first floor, with swings and rocking chairs, flowers, plants and shrubs.

At this time, a figure appeared beside the railing, with its back to Ning Huiran.

When an inexplicable feeling that made his hairs stand on end and his scalp was numb quickly rose in his body, the man turned his face, and Ning Huiran's eyes immediately turned cold, it was the kind of intensity that could cause frostbite just by looking at it .

Zhao Rui couldn't decipher it, so he turned his head to look, and then he smiled all over his face and shouted: "Mr. Wu."

The author says:

Spoiler: Wu Jianzhong.