On the bone

"Of course his name is not 'Xia Pei'. I learned by accident that this person wants to record his story in some form," Mu Mingyi walked to the bed cabinet and took the water in his hand. Switching to smoke and fire, I took the ashtray by the way: "It just so happened that I had just terminated the contract and wanted to make a short film with a same-sex theme, so I started to get in touch with him."

Ning Huiran couldn't keep his mouth shut when he heard it, he shook his head forcibly, got out of bed and put on his underwear to distract him from the shock of this incident, and went directly to Mu Mingyi's room from the set, he had no other pants to change into , the previous jeans were very uncomfortable, and he was about to open his mouth to ask for them, but Mu Mingyi had already handed him the pants he was looking for.

Holding the protruding part of his ankle, Ning Huiran suddenly raised his head: "No, I remember that time you told me 'If Xia Pei really existed, it should be like me...'" Received the other party's doubts With puzzled eyes, Ning Huiran patted Mu Mingyi's arm anxiously: "Brother, what brains are you?! It's me who made you a hot search, and you ignore me. Hand, later you gave me medicine in the car, saying that the first time you saw me on the beach, you thought I..."

Noticing that Mr. Xigumu was smiling badly at him, Ning Huiran immediately shut up, knowing that he was caught in a trap, and slapped Mu Mingyi's arm harder and louder.

"Don't make trouble, it's all red." Mu Mingyi pushed him, still laughing.

"What's going on here? You're contradicting yourself!" Roughly snatched the unlit cigarette between the other party's fingers, stuffed it into his own mouth and said vaguely: "Mu Mingyi, tell me the truth."

"No, you're overthinking. He's just a patient of a friend of mine, so I can't reveal it casually." The implication is that I didn't know you Ning Huiran at that time, so I couldn't let you know.

"Fuck me!" Ning Huiran was so angry that he swallowed his saliva, spit out the cigarette and coughed loudly, blushing and roaring thickly: "I liked you at that time! You said you didn't know me well ?!"

It's leaked again.

Mu Mingyi lay on his side, resting his hands on his forehead, and said "hmm" with a smile.

In a few words and two words, Ning Huiran wanted to sew his mouth shut, so he picked up the mineral water bottle rolling on the bed and drank half of it.

Unable to swallow this breath, Ning Huiran insisted on telling the other party when they fell in love with him.

"When I jumped out of the car to save you." Mu Mingyi replied without hesitation.

The heart was beating wildly. This answer was too unexpected. Ning Huiran stared at Mu Mingyi in surprise, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "Then...then why did you ignore me after the accident? You know I How uncomfortable it was..."

"I'm sorry." Mu Mingyi raised his hand, and slid the back of his hand on Ning Huiran's face.

Ning Huiran half-closed his eyes and let him touch it.

No matter what, he has got this person now, so it's pointless to worry about the past, and after enjoying it for a while, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "That's not right, you already have that kind of meaning for me, why are you keeping this from me?"

"After all, it involves other people's privacy. It's one thing to make a movie, but it's another thing to say it from my mouth."

Still in the right place!Ning Huiran raised his eyebrows: "Then what do you mean by saying it now?"

Pulling the person over, hugging him into his arms, Ning Huiran lay down and found a comfortable position in Mu Mingyi's arms. The two hugged each other and lay face to face on the bed.

Twirling Ning Huiran's broken piece on his forehead and sending it behind his ear, Mu Mingyi said: "You are too involved in the drama, and you also feel uncomfortable because of it, maybe knowing this will be of some use to you, and I will do it too." Not sure, just trying."

"Brother Yi, have you seen the real 'Xia Pei'?" Ning Huiran asked softly, "Do I look like him?"

"It's not like, but it's almost the same type," Mu Mingyi said in a low voice, gesticulating in the air with his hands: "He's a little shorter than you, thinner, and fair."

"What about Chengxinhai? Have you seen it?"

Mu Mingyi turned to look at him, Ning Huiran felt that it was inappropriate to say that, and explained: "I mean, did Xia Pei mention him? Just... just tell him?"

"He said a lot, the whole story is about Cheng Xinhai, about the two of them," Mu Mingyi thought for a while and said, "He didn't comment too much on Cheng Xinhai, but sometimes he laughed," Mu Mingyi closed his eyes. From the first glance, the words spoken were a bit lukewarm, and the speed of speech also slowed down: "The smile is very gentle."

"Then is he very happy that you played Cheng Xinhai?" Ning Huiran drew the outline of Mu Mingyi's facial features with his fingers, knowing that his brother was sleepy: "After all, there is no one who is not your fan."

"What kind of question is this?" Sleepiness really welled up, and Mu Mingyi didn't even want to lift his eyelids.

Ning Huiran drew Mu Mingyi's mouth softly: "Actually, Cheng Xinhai made a mistake this time. If he chooses to go out with Xia Pei and go to other cities instead of compromise with Qin Ran, things will be fine." It became like this, he only missed this one time!" For some reason, Ning Huiran took a deep breath: "Is it irreparable?"

Mu Mingyi did not open his eyes, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and said in a deep voice that he had never heard before: "If you can make up for your mistakes, then you are very lucky."

He couldn't tell whether it was Mu Mingyi who burst out these words suddenly soberly, or whether his half-asleep hoarse voice deepened the effect. For a moment, Ning Huiran felt that there was something in this person that he had never seen before. The heaviness and melancholy of the past were so clearly revealed in this silent night, in this room with only the two of them.

Taking Mu Mingyi's hand between the eyebrows, and kissing her lips, Ning Huiran said: "Brother, can you tell me about A'ai? I want to hear it."

"No." Mu Mingyi frowned forcefully, eyes still closed: "I'm very sleepy now, my head is dizzy, and I can't talk about him."

"There's nothing wrong with this, just say what you want." Ning Huiran was unwilling to stop here, he wanted to know very much.

This person suddenly opened his eyes, bloodshot eyes were thick, and his eyes were red, which was a reaction of his extreme desire to sleep. He lay his body flat, withdrew his hand from Ning Huiran's side, turned into a fist and put it back on his forehead: "Huiran Don't force me, his story is very long, I can't tell you clearly...or if I say something wrong, you will feel uncomfortable," Mu Mingyi paused, swallowing deeply, as if trying to snatch it from sleepiness. With the last remnant of consciousness, he put his hand on Ning Huiran's face: "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, I will tell you when I have a suitable opportunity some other day."

Holding Mu Mingyi's hand and kissing the back of his hand, Ning Huiran murmured softly, "Go to sleep."

His breathing became stable immediately, and his brows did not frown. In fact, Mu Mingyi seldom frowns, his emotions are hidden very deep, and Ning Huiran seldom hears the ups and downs, close to explosive speaking tone just now. .

The last time I saw this person showing his emotions was when he had dinner with Mu Mingyi and Jiang Yuhan for the first time. Mu Mingyi peeled shrimp for him and fed him. Surprised to death after knowing it, Mu Mingyi showed his complex expression...

All for the same person.

Ning Huiran sat up, and looked quietly at the French window of the balcony. The heavy curtains cut off the night, but they didn't know when to open a crack.

Getting out of bed, he walked over and used one finger to widen the gap. The night outside was really thick, and the moonlight was not very bright. Without warning, he remembered that Cheng Xinhai came back from the alley and saw Xia Pei and Man in the bedroom. those pale moonlight.

Through the curtain, his head slowly pressed against the window.

The author says:

The next chapter will return to the play, and the filming of the play is almost over.