On the bone

Ning Huiran arrived on the set very early, and Pei Xiaoxiao joked that he was a model worker when she saw him, and she wanted to show respect for him while wearing makeup hand pads.

There was nothing wrong with the rehearsal of the play. Ning Huiran sat not far away and looked at them with his chin on his hands. His eyes would stick to Mu Mingyi from time to time.

Soon, Director Yu asked them to officially shoot.

Ning Huiran can't describe how shocking he is. Cheng Xinhai is so completely different from Mu Mingyi. When reading the script, Cheng Xinhai is flat. This character only came into being when interacting with Mu Mingyi bit by bit. This is the first time for Ning Huiran to feel a flesh and blood, a living intention sea from the perspective of a bystander.

In addition, the chest was extremely heavy, especially when Qin Ran bit him, Ning Huiran's heart was tugged together, and his breathing was wrong.

He didn't like the way the two of them were entangled.

Mu Mingyi was talking to Pei Xiaoxiao, seeing Jiang Yuhan looking at him, he gestured for a while and walked towards him.

Jiang Yuhan never stood up. From squatting to sitting down, Mu Mingyi also squatted down when he came to him, his eyes level with him.

Reaching out to touch the place where the man was beaten, he squeezed his chin and compared it carefully: "I can't see anything, it's a little red, do you want to apply a cold compress?"

Tilting his head, Jiang Yuhan didn't let him touch it again, and smiled at Mu Mingyi: "No, I knew brother was going to slap me as soon as I raised my arm, so I dodged it earlier, and besides, you didn't try hard, just pretending."

Slapping in acting is skillful, especially face-slapping. Mature actors will use borrowing, acting skills and post-processing sound effects to create the same effect as real ones. Of course, there are many real hands-on ones. Even if the director adopts it, there will definitely be shots that need to be re-shot. It is impossible for Mu Mingyi to shoot for real.

Staring at the bite mark near the corner of the mouth of the person in front of him, Jiang Yuhan was quite depressed: "But I bit my brother, does it hurt?"

As he said, he touched it with his hands.

Mu Mingyi handed his chin and let him touch it: "It's nothing, it's not broken."

A small red mark is visible to the naked eye.

The actor's face is too precious, and he eats this bowl of rice. Jiang Yuhan felt guilty and distressed, his eyes showed sadness, knowing that his senior brother must have realized the seriousness, and immediately went to communicate with the makeup artist how to remedy it after the play, and continued to shoot later. .

"Why don't you bite me too." Jiang Yuhan said wearily, the corners of his eyes drooping.

Mu Mingyi rubbed his head: "Don't say stupid things, your crying scene is good now, you have made progress."

"That's because senior brother took care of you well, otherwise I wouldn't bite you." Hearing the compliment, Jiang Yuhan was overjoyed and smiled into a crescent moon shape.

Still kneading his hands, Mu Mingyi's smile didn't fade, but it was warm enough.

Yu Li over there shouted at them with a loudspeaker: "Hey, I said don't squat down there and brag to each other. It's not enough to change the play by one person, but let me change it together with two people. Can you take a break during the audition?! Tired I'm dead."

The play is a good one, but the extra parts need to be deliberated and re-shooted. It is very rare for the actors to jump out of the content and improvise and get the perfect shot at one time. Yu Li began to regret that he should ask for more compensation.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and when they got up, Mu Mingyi looked towards Ning Huiran, and there was only an empty chair in his sight.

**

Shouldn't have come so early.

Light and shallow white air lingered in front of his eyes, and gradually became transparent until it disappeared. Ning Huiran took another deep puff of smoke, and suddenly such a sentence popped out of his mind.

Lowering his head, throwing away the cigarette and stamping it out with his feet, Ning Hui stared casually at the three or two staff members smoking and chatting beside him, his eyes involuntarily lingering on the unfinished cigarettes between their fingers.

He smoked what they asked for.

Ning Huiran has never been a heavy smoker. He hasn't smoked a single puff since he joined the group. First, he is too busy to remember. Second, Xia Pei is a clean boy who doesn't smoke or drink. He can't be too unlike him.

If you don’t smoke it, you don’t have it. I can’t explain why I want to smoke it so much at this moment. I can’t bear it for a second. It didn't take long for my hand to turn into a pile of cigarette butts.

Someone waved his hand in front of his eyes, and the panky eyes became more focused. Ning Huiran immediately understood that it was the other side of the shed who was calling him, turned around, and a choking smell of smoke penetrated into his nostrils instantly. look……

Trouble.

After a while, there will be his play, and Mu Mingyi's nose is not much sharper than his.

Not sure it will be like this, but Ning Huiran just feels that Mu Mingyi won't be happy that he smokes at work, Xia Pei needs to devote himself wholeheartedly, and he has gone too far.

Scratching his hair in frustration, Ning Huiran had no choice but to go to Pei Xiaoxiao to find a solution.

He has finished dressing up. Pei Xiaoxiao hates the smell of cigarettes on men the most in his life. He likes Ning Huiran because he smells fresh and good. When he inhales hard, there will be a little boy's sweaty smell.

Pinching her nose, Pei Xiaoxiao disliked him extremely: "Of course, you are not good, you are bad at learning."

Pressing his forehead against the pillar in the dressing room, Ning Hui thought about it, with a gloomy look: "Sister, why don't you change a set of clothes for me."

If you smoke too much at one time, it will stick to your body, and changing clothes will only play a part.

After the change, Pei Xiaoxiao came to Ning Huiran at the speed of light, like a little wolf dog sniffing him endlessly, and even exaggeratedly put her hands on his chest, tiptoed, and explored the depths of his neck... …

Pei Xiaoxiao was not fat, about ninety kilograms, but because of her unbalanced posture, all the weight was passed on. Ning Huiran had to hug her with both hands, leaned back as much as possible, and asked her what was wrong.

"It's still smelly, it's so disgusting!"

Pei Xiaoxiao pouted, angrily, more anxious than Ning Huiran herself, her heart ached for her little idol to become like this.

With a flash in front of her eyes, Pei Xiaoxiao flipped through her personal cosmetic bag and took out a sample bottle of a certain perfume brand from it.

Ning Huiran shook his head, he didn't like it very much, let alone having other inexplicable smells on his body.

"You don't need to spray, just watch mine."

Pei Xiaoxiao smiled like a flower, grabbed Ning Huiran's hand excitedly, and led him to a relatively central location in the studio.

The crew on the set were preparing for the next scene. There was a lot of space and relatively few people there. With her arms raised high, Pei Xiaoxiao sprayed as high as she could. The dense wet mist stirred up the fragrance and spread quickly. Ning Hui was suddenly caught by her. Pulling the handle to the center, Pei Xiaoxiao danced hotly beside him to speed up the exchange of air flow. She twisted her sexy dance pose, and happily pulled him to swing and dance together...

Pei Xiaoxiao used to be a Latin dancer. She has learned it seriously, and her movements are professional and skillful. With two moves, most of the eyes are attracted to her. Ning Huiran is overwhelmed by her. Seeing her exaggerated body bending back, she rushes to hug her waist , Pei Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to put his hands around Ning Huiran's neck, smiling into crescent moons, and said that this time he didn't stink at all, and smelled delicious.

Everyone booed and clapped their hands at the right time, whistling all over the sky.

There was joy in the shed.

Reluctantly laughing awkwardly to save himself, Ning Huiran let go of Pei Xiaoxiao, straightened his clothes, and sniffed at himself.

When he raised his head, he inadvertently met Shang Mu Mingyi's gaze. He didn't know how long he had been looking at him, and found that Ning Huiran was staring at him. This person turned his head, lowered his eyes, and continued to read the script.