The actor with the actor

The next morning, Shen Jing woke up from Cheng Yue's arms, his neck was a little stiff from the pillow, Cheng Yue still slept deeply, breathing softly and evenly, with his arms and calves still wrapped around him.

In the past month, this has been the case almost every morning when I wake up.

At the beginning, he was not used to being hugged, and always slept with his back to Cheng Yue. When he woke up in the morning, he would find Cheng Yue's head against his neck.

Gradually, I got used to being hugged, and would sleep right next to Cheng Yue, and sometimes I would even be woken up by the other's breath if I cuddled too tightly, because Cheng Yue's breath was always hot, and it was very itchy when it hit his face.

And later... Unknowingly, I also like to wrap around Cheng Yue's body, I like to get very close, and feel the temperature generated by rubbing against the other's skin.

Shen Jing can't remember where he saw a post discussing sleeping positions, maybe it was a long time ago when he was still in school.

The post said that you can tell a person's attitude towards you from the sleeping posture.

Someone like Cheng Yue who holds people tightly in his arms must be still in the period of passionate love, which is an expression of love and also an expression of insecurity.

Cheng Yue seemed to regard him as his personal property, and he had to occupy it from head to toe to be happy, just like a small animal likes to drag its own small toys into its den.

It's an instinct.

I want this thing, this thing must be mine, no one can touch it.

Although he didn't know if the post was just nonsense, he felt that Cheng Yue's possessiveness was really strong.

But...he himself doesn't really hate this feeling of being occupied, because Cheng Yue's liking will make him feel protected and he can relax himself for a while.

Shen Jing rubbed his neck vigorously, a sore and swollen feeling made him gasp, his neck seemed to have a stiff neck...

After readjusting his sleeping position, he raised his arms and hugged Cheng Yue's lower back tightly, and burrowed his head into his chest.

The two of them were naked and stuck together naked, and could directly feel the temperature of each other's skin.

Cheng Yue's chest was always warm, which reminded him of a big wolf dog that was raised at home when he was a child.

At that time, grandpa and grandma had not passed away, and the dog was picked up by grandpa from outside. When he picked it up, the dog was still very young. I don’t know if it was bitten by something or beaten by someone. Both legs were seriously injured. When my mother bandaged it, it lay motionless on the ground. The other dark brown eye was filled with tears, just looking at him like this, and there was a weak whine in its throat. whine.

At that time, the family didn't have any research on the breed of dogs. They thought it was a little grass dog that no one wanted, so they raised it. Who knew that it had grown to the height of the dining table in just over half a year, and ate more than the whole family put together. .

At that time, Shen Jing was only in elementary school, and he gave the wolf dog a unique name, Ah Huang, because of its black fur with a little yellow.

Shen Jing had a withdrawn personality when she was a child. Whenever she was free, she would hang out with Ah Huang, eating and playing together, patrolling the streets and sleeping together. She wanted to take it with her when she went to school.

My mother didn't allow Ah Huang to enter the bedroom, and let him guard the yard at night.

Shen Jing's small bedroom is closest to the courtyard. At night, he secretly opens the window and whistles. Ah Huang always pricks up his ears very cleverly, runs to the window and jumps, and easily jumps to Shen Jing's small bedroom. bed.

One person and one dog almost occupy the entire bed.

Shen Jing likes to sleep on Ah Huang's belly, which is soft and fluffy, and he can still hear the snoring and steady and regular heartbeat.

It's a pity that Ah Huang also left on the third day after his grandfather passed away. At that time, Shen Jing was in the second year of junior high school, and was brutally beaten one after another. He cried a lot, didn't eat much for a whole week, and lost a lot of weight .

Since then, I have never raised any small animals at home, not because I don't like them, but because I like them too much.

Ah Huang's huge body brought an inexplicable sense of security to the young Shen Jing.

Although he has grown up and matured now, the fragmentary memories of his childhood are still very deep.

Especially when sleeping, the feeling that the whole body is wrapped safely...

Just like it is now.

At the ear were Cheng Yue's heaving chest and the sound of his heart beating.

Shen Jing smiled shyly and hugged her even tighter.

The skin on Cheng Yue's back was uneven and ugly to the touch.

Once he accidentally saw it and was really taken aback. He couldn't control his expression very well at that time.

It was probably because of that frightened expression that accidentally pricked Cheng Yue's sensitive nerves, so that Cheng Yue would not let himself touch his back when he was awake.

In fact, he really didn't mind that the skin was ugly, and he didn't feel uncomfortable. At that time, it was really an instinctive expression of surprise and fear. By the time he realized it, it was too late.

Cheng Yue seemed to be particularly concerned about this.

I still remember two times when he was kissing, he deliberately slid along Cheng Yue's waist to his back. Cheng Yue suddenly held his wrist with his backhand and moved his palm back to his lower abdomen.

In short, he will intentionally or unintentionally avoid others from touching his back.

Thinking about it is really sad and distressing.

Cheng Yue had a nightmare one night and woke up sweating profusely and short of breath. He asked him what was wrong, but he didn't speak. It took him a long time to recover, saying that he had dreamed about the explosion accident.

"My body is on fire, my face is disfigured, and you don't like me anymore."

When Shen Jing heard this, the tip of Shen Jing's nose turned sour, and he wrapped him in his arms, finally coaxing him to sleep.

Thinking about it later, I was still a little scared. If the explosion accident had been more serious, and his eyes and cheeks were burned, or his respiratory tract was damaged by the smoke, then Cheng Yue probably would never be able to sing again.

I will live my life with a sense of guilt.

A person who is willing to risk his life for him, how can he not cherish it.

Shen Jing felt that the luckiest thing in her life was to take over the filming of "The Year of the Weak Crown". On that starry summer night, she met the best Cheng Yue in the world.

When Yan Minghao came to knock on the door, Cheng Yue was still in a deep sleep, unable to wake up no matter what.

Shen Jing pinched his ears and pulled him up from the bed. Cheng Yue opened his eyes and smiled when he saw him, "Good morning."

"It's getting late, brother, it's almost seven o'clock!" Shen Jing quickly picked up the clothes on the floor and threw them into the laundry basket as if fleeing from a refugee.

Yan Minghao knocked on the door again, Shen Jing put on a bathrobe indiscriminately, "Here we come!"

The one on the bed was naked, with disheveled hair, and the one at the door was disheveled, with flushed cheeks and red spots on his uncovered chest. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed that he had experienced a massive "battle".

A sly smile appeared on the corner of Yan Minghao's mouth, and he pretended to be calm and said, "Happy birthday."

"Thank you, I'll treat you to a cake tonight." Shen Jing took the clothes in his hand and walked to the bathroom.

Yan Minghao threw Cheng Yue's clothes on the bed, walked to the window and sighed, "The scenery here is really beautiful."

"It's okay." Cheng Yue yawned and buttoned his shirt.

"I don't know if someone enjoyed the night view last night." Yan Minghao turned his head and glanced at Cheng Yue.

"I appreciate it," Cheng Yuemei laughed, "It's very beautiful."

"Can you still care about admiring it?" Yan Minghao crossed his arms.

Cheng Yue curled his lips into a smile, "Hey, I found out that you have been hanging out with Xiao Xiao a lot these days, why do you love gossip so much, do you need to explain things so clearly to you about love and love?"

"Hey, if you're being unreasonable and not strong, your voice has softened, so you don't care about appreciation." Yan Minghao looked at him with eyes that knew everything.

"Get out!" Cheng Yue grabbed the pillow and threw it on his forehead.

Yan Minghao glanced at the bathroom door, sat on the bed and asked softly, "Have you used the medicine I put in the drawer?"

"I'm not sick, what medicine should I take!" Cheng Yue threw another pillow at him.

Yan Minghao gave a "tsk" and hugged the pillow, "Did you look at the drawer! You didn't use the things I prepared!?"

"Ah?" Cheng Yue was stunned for a moment, then turned around and opened the drawer. He really didn't notice that there was something inside last night.

Lubricant, condoms, and...Ma Yinglong hemorrhoid ointment? !

Cheng Yue laughed and shook the hemorrhoid cream, "What is this?"

"It's for later use," Yan Minghao touched his thigh, and said in a low voice, "I knew you wouldn't have prepared so well, so I searched for some information on the Internet. If you have inflammation, remember to wipe it off. Don't be shy. , It will be bad if it is serious enough to go to the hospital for examination later.”

"You're really thoughtful..." Cheng Yue didn't know what to say.

"You two didn't use it last night, did you?" Yan Minghao saw that the bottle and the condom were still unopened.

"A pure night." Cheng Yue shrugged and said shamelessly.

"Okay," Yan Minghao shook his head lightly, ready to put away all the things in the drawer and return them for seven days without any reason, "I made you feel dirty."

Cheng Yue quickly grabbed what was in his hand and stuffed it into his backpack.

It just so happened that Shen Jing came out of the bathroom at this time, saw the two men with wicked eyebrows, and frowned, "What are you grabbing?"

"No," Cheng Yue quickly zipped up his backpack and changed the subject, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Little cage." Shen Jing said.

It was not early, the three of them packed the steamed buns and ate and chatted in the car, rushing back to the hotel before the wake-up call from the drama manager arrived.

Shen Jing and Cheng Yue yawned repeatedly on the set.

While putting on makeup, Xiao Li handed each of them a cup of coffee, "Didn't sleep well last night? Why are your eyes swollen?"

Shen Jing yawned again, "I slept for more than three hours."

"Sorry, I was wrong." Cheng Yue apologized softly.

Shen Jing's makeup artist and stylist turned their heads to look at Cheng Yue.

"I dragged him into several qualifying matches." Cheng Yue quickly explained.

Several staff members turned their heads back without interest.

The plot continued from yesterday. After Gu Hangxiao passed out, Zeng Zhenliang smashed his kneecap with a hammer.

When filming this storyboard, Shen Jing asked the staff to pinch his knuckles of his fingers with chopsticks behind his back without wearing a bandage. The heart-to-heart pain of his ten fingers made him quickly enter the state.

A heart-piercing roar resounded through the sky.

The cameraman took a close-up of Shen Jing's face, the veins on his forehead that were about to burst made his legs weak.

When Guan Xingzhou arrived with his men, Zeng Zhenliang and his accomplices had already left in a black car.

"When you open the warehouse door later, don't rush to read the lines. People will react slowly for a second or two when they are extremely frightened. You are stunned at the door, and you can't even believe that. People are Gu Hangxiao, you don't accept it in your heart, but the reality forces you to accept it, pay attention to the transition in your expression, from shock to panic to disbelief, and then panic to untie him." Li Qingliang stood Tell Cheng Yue a play on the side.

Cheng Yue patiently remembered.

This is Gu Hangxiao's last scene in the play, and it will be over after the performance of Shen Jing.

"Should I follow the previous version and arrange two more lines for Gu Hangxiao? It's too sad to just give Gu Hangxiao a smile. At least he's the lead male." The screenwriter said.

"Let's not follow other people's example. Before we die, we can still laugh for half an hour. A smile and a look in one's eyes already contain everything." Li Qingliang turned to Shen Jing and said, "The last one left for the audience Eyes, you are free to play, I believe you can show the kind of eyes that the audience will remember for a lifetime."

Shen Jing took a deep breath and nodded.

In fact, as early as the moment he got the script, he thought about how to face death as the character of Gu Hangxiao.

Gu Hangxiao, the incomparably heroic captain of the criminal police, must have been open and at ease when he left. Even if he died, he should have the aura of "I will still be a good man 20 years from now".

But at this moment, he felt wrong again.

impossible.

How could a criminal policeman with a family, a career, ideals, and ambitions who had not had time to bring the murderer to justice walk away without any worries and frankly.

No one is really not afraid of death, but the degree of fear of death is different. In the last few seconds when his organs stopped functioning, his eyes must have been full of nostalgia for this world.

He must still want to live, and want to take another look at the person he loves the most.