On the bone

Chapter 12

When the two doors were about to close, Ning Hui suddenly blocked them with his hands.

He grabbed Mu Mingyi's hat mask and his mobile phone on the ground, kicked off the earphone cable and rushed out. The call came in again, and he hung up and turned off the phone immediately after saying nothing.

Midnight was approaching, the hotel lobby was deserted, Ning Huiran was panting and running around, seeing the sign that the elevator on the east side was closed, he rushed up desperately, the elevator door closed, before he could make it in time, Ning Huiran subconsciously raised his head to look up Shown figures, rush down the stairwell.

Mu Mingyi's room is on the ninth floor.

After finding the room, Ning Huiran's legs were trembling, and he knelt down with a plop, holding his left heart with his hands, exhaling desperately, whether it was because he was running or for some other reason, his heart was about to explode.

After calming down for a long time, he got up and knocked on the door.

The room was silent for a long time, when Ning Huiran raised his hand again, the door opened.

Mu Mingyi was wearing a bathrobe, his hair was dripping wet, his neck, chest, and wrists were covered with shiny water stains, his arms were bent against the door frame, expressionless.

His heart trembled, Ning Huiran bit his lip and called out, Brother Yi.

Turning around and walking inside, Mu Mingyi wiped his hair with a towel and turned his back and asked, "What can I do for you?"

After closing the door, Ning Huiran stood behind, clutching his trousers tightly with both hands, he didn't know what to say, how to explain...

Repeating the same reason twice sounds like a clumsy lie no matter how factual it is, but so what?

"Brother Yi, I... I didn't think... I..." Unable to speak out, his tongue seemed to have been anesthetized, his mouth was all wooden, Ning Huiran lowered his head and the circles of his eyes were red.

"Sit down, I'll pour you some water." Mu Mingyi's voice rang in his ears.

He raised his head all of a sudden, the moisture in his eyes hadn't receded, and the glass placed on the table looked a little blurry, with a faint white air floating indistinctly.

"Sorry, the water is a little hot."

The unexpectedly gentle tone made Ning Huiran quickly lower his head, his eyes were hot again, he really didn't understand why he was so out of control tonight, like a sentimental little bitch.

Sitting at the table, he slid his fingers along the wall of the cup.

"I don't want to go to a gay bar to have fun, but I want to observe and learn...I want to find two people to see how they do...do..." Ning Huiran couldn't continue, he just wanted to squeeze his face into the little girl in front of him in shame. rim of the cup.

"Ning Huiran."

Looking up suddenly, the name was pronounced heavily.

"Have you misunderstood something?"

Biting on the cigarette, white mist scattered around his mouth, Mu Mingyi half sat across from him, pinched the shriveled cigarette case in his hand into a long strip: "My films are literary films, not tertiary films, so you don't need so much experience .”

Ning Huiran turned his head to one side, not wanting to be seen by his expression: "Don't you despise me?"

Mu Mingyi didn't quite understand: "Why do I despise you?"

"You think I'm small!!" Ning Huiran turned his face back, loudly expressing his grievances: "I don't think I don't understand these things, didn't you say that?!"

The other party showed a rare look of surprise, then couldn't help but hook the corner of his mouth, lowered his head to put out the smoke.

The bathrobe could not squat down, but fortunately, he knelt in front of Ning Huiran and held his hand when the other party's eyes widened in shock. Mu Mingyi said earnestly: "You are fine, really, it is good enough, you and Xia Pei Just as young, he doesn't know how to love, don't know how to be loved, let alone how to act. Love, no one is more suitable for this role than you."

The heat in his hands soared and burned in his heart.

Just when Ning Huiran's heart was pounding, Mu Mingyi said what he wanted to hear the most.

"I am very satisfied with you."

No matter how many days and nights in the past, what this person said to him at that moment, and the smile on his face are something Ning Huiran will never forget, and they are the most precious memories engraved in his mind.

Ning Hui didn't have any impression when he touched this face with his hands. He was only surprised by the smooth and warm touch. His body reacted immediately and sprinted back. It's very light, and when I put the chair upside down in embarrassment, I was tripped by the chair's legs...

Mu Mingyi grabbed him in time, and Ning Huiran pulled off one side of the bathrobe, revealing a large piece of spring in front of his eyes. Ning Huiran soared high-pitched, let go and stepped back, stepping on the chair leg again, Bounced backwards and bumped into a row of low cabinets at the door, making a series of movements.

"Yes... yes, yes, sorry, it's all my fault! I was too ignorant to break into the bathroom..." Ning Hui ran incoherently, and retreated to the door in a panic: "Brother Yi, forgive me, I am not Deliberately, you wash well, pay attention to personal safety, I will go first, good night!"

Close the door with a bang.

Raising his eyebrows, Mu Mingyi stood there without moving.

The doorbell rang again.

Mu Mingyi tidied up his bathrobe and opened the door, Ning Huiran gave him the mask and hat with a smirk on his face, saying that he had forgotten to return it without thinking, then bowed 180 degrees and ran away like a rabbit.

Standing against the door frame, Mu Mingyi buried his head and laughed.

……

...

Back in the room, Ning Huiran sat on the edge of the bed for a while, then fell down on his back with a slap.

He grabbed the pillow at the side and hugged it hard. After a while, he laughed muffledly, and kissed the pillow hard.

**

After getting the WeChat account of Chengxinhai, Xia Pei was very worried, and his mobile phone became a problem for him.

He can't take the initiative to chat, and basically can't speak except for one or two homely words with his grandma every day. He wears old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses all day long at school, and doesn't communicate with anyone. He exists like air.

His world is monotonous, dull, and boring. It is the first time that Cheng Xinhai makes him feel that he is no longer in the past. He cherishes him so much that he doesn't know what to do.

After holding back for several days, I finally had the courage to say to Cheng Xinhai on WeChat: Hello.

No movement.

He summoned up his courage again, and greeted in the most traditional way: "Have you eaten?"

Still quiet.

Half an hour later, Xia Pei's face started to get hot. He stuck it on the cool glass cabinet to cool himself down. He had never been so proactive since he was a child, and he felt very ashamed. Send a message...

Countless next seconds make up an empty hour. Just when Xia Pei was so sad that he never wanted to watch it again, the dialog box actually displayed a prompt that made his heart feel bad:

The other party is typing...

Hold your breath and don't dare to blink, wait and wait and wait, 15 minutes passed, and 10 minutes passed...

Nothing, not even the prompts disappeared.

Xia Pei sunbathed himself on the chair like ooze, sat up again after a while, and kept swiping his phone over and over again.

Since then, Xia Pei has checked his mobile phone every half an hour. He dared not turn it off for 24 hours, for fear of missing the WeChat messages he sent. No matter how much he tossed about, the dialog boxes were still the two he sent.

In the evening, the light rain became torrential, and it would be cold in summer when the weather was bad. Somehow, he impulsively took his mobile phone and said to Cheng Xinhai on WeChat, "It's raining, do you wear a lot? Will you?" Won't catch a cold?

After posting, Xia Pei regretted it. He felt that his tone was weird, he was not so familiar, he looked like a pervert, and it was too late to withdraw, and he collapsed.

Lying on the counter, Xia Pei scratched his hair into a mess...

Now I don't even have the mind to do other things. No one came to the store to buy things at night. Xia Pei rested his chin and tapped the screen of his mobile phone.

No incoming notification could brighten it up except himself.

Unspeakably sad and frustrated, the things in front of his eyes began to blur, and when he wiped away the moisture in his eyes, Xia Pei took a sniff, and began to swipe his nose again and again. Because he was too concentrated, he didn't realize that a shadow had quietly disappeared. To cover his person and the phone on the counter...

"Little brother, do you always talk like this?"

The sound that exploded in the eardrum made Xia Pei raise his head suddenly.

Cheng Xinhai's exquisite face appeared in front of him, with a smile on his lips.

Xia Pei gasped like a ghost, his vocal cords made a loud vibration noise, his body bounced back a full meter, and hit the back shelf with a bang, and things fell down...

……

As if something was poked into the flesh, Ning Huiran yelled "Ah", and touched his shoulder in pain. Mu Mingyi hurriedly pulled him across the counter, and at the same time the director shouted, props team, assistant, scene The business is swarming.

Because the shelf was turned upside down before, it was too weak, and the props group ordered a few more boards to reinforce it. Only now did I find a nail protruding, and Ning Huiran just hit it.

"What did you do?! You didn't check after you finished! Can you pay the responsibility for stabbing someone?" The prop brother pointed at a dumbfounded young man and scolded: "How long have you been in the industry? This kind of stupid B mistakes can also be made?! Drinking a lot of wine at work, you don’t know how old you are, right?! I didn’t recite the damn thing! Acknowledge my mistake and apologize!!”

The little brother was so frightened that his legs were shaking and he almost knelt down for Ning Huiran.

Ning Huiran hurried up to help him, and stopped the big brother next to him: "Brother Dao, Brother Dao, don't do this, no one is negligent, and he didn't do it on purpose. Look, I'm fine, I'm really fine..." As he spoke, he deliberately waved his right arm to show them.

Seeing that Ning Huiran was fine, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The props team leader grabbed the young man who made a mistake by the neck, nodded and bowed apologetically to the director, Yu Li sighed, told him to clean up and start shooting again.

Pick it up before it hits the shelf.

Once again bumped into the fine sweat oozing from his forehead, Ning Huiran felt severe pain in his back, but he couldn't see it on his face, he immediately squatted down and hurriedly cleaned up the mess, his face flushed red.

Deliberately, Haimao lowered his waist, supported the counter with his elbows as if he was watching a show, and put his thumb on his chin. His eyes ranged from the moving slender arms to the exposed white waist, until Xia Pei straightened up and rearranged the items on the shelves. , then looked back.

"How old are you?" Cheng Xinhai asked.

"Twenty." Xia Pei turned his back to him, stepping up to put things on a high place.

Tilting his head slightly, he looked at the white part of his arm again, and said leisurely, "I think you look like forty, and you speak old-fashioned."

His hand stayed on the shelf for long enough, and Xia Pei was holding the rack, his knuckles turned white, and he turned around nervously, looking embarrassed and at a loss.

"However, there is one thing that is particularly obvious..." Cheng Xinhai hooked his fingers and asked him to come over.

Xia Pei obediently pasted it, and the two of them were close to each other, leaning on the counter together, Xia Pei's nose was sweating, his cheeks were flushed, and his breathing became very urgent...

"you like me."

Cheng Xinhai whispered to Xia Pei softly, as if talking about a secret between two people.

Staring in panic and stepping back, Xia Pei instinctively waved his hands, categorically denying: "No... no, no, no, really no!!"

"Okay then." Cheng Xinhai shrugged indifferently: "What are you talking about?"

The pants were going to be poked holes by his fingernails, Xia Pei bit his mouth, wishing he could go to the toilet to slap himself twice now, he just likes it, why don't he take the initiative to scan and send people's WeChat.

Lowering her head, her five sense organs were so uncomfortable that she could hear Cheng Xinhai's voice: "I came to you today to ask, I'm short of a mannequin, are you interested..."

"Yes, yes, yes!!"

The opportunity cannot be lost again, Xia Pei nodded fiercely to Cheng Xinhai.

He is a painter?

The circle of friends did not give him permission, and he knew nothing about this person.

Smiling, Xinxinhai took out his cell phone and asked him his name and phone number.

Just as the truth is, Xia Pei suddenly thought of something to grab the hand of Cheng Xinhai who edited the information, his brows were furrowed, and his breathing was a little messy: "No, it can't be naked... nude models, right?"

Suddenly one hand was placed on the back of his neck, Mu Mingyi quickly turned his head and told others to stop, then looked at Ning Huiran with a serious expression: "Let me see the injury on your back."

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