Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

After a short break, Song Nuan ushered in her busy schedule again, writing dramas day and night. I don't know if Li Nan went through early menopause, and the requirements became more and more stringent. Song Nuan couldn't bear it anymore.

"This place is not good." Li Nan pointed at the script.

"Why not?" Song Nuan didn't see the problem.

"Xie Min shouldn't go to a brothel." Li Nan bit her pen.

Song Nuan went crazy, "He's a flower picker, okay, isn't it commonplace to go to brothels?"

"I think it's okay, but the actors say no, it's too clichéd."

"Who says no? I stick to my own ideas." Song Nuan has a tough attitude, although her attitude cannot influence the direction of the script.

"Zhu Yilong, he has a very thorough understanding of Xie Min, and many of his designs and impromptu performances are colorful." Li Nan sincerely praised.

Song Nuan didn't take it seriously, "It's because some people have personality baggage, so you can't let it go. I think he is very unprofessional."

"He is not professional? Since when have you seen him not professional?" Li Nan was surprised, a person who refused to be interviewed and exposed after being injured in a beating scene, a person who can dress up as a woman for a role, and a person who also co-stars in scenes when there is no camera , she does not allow others to say that he is unprofessional.

Song Nuan was very stubborn, "Anyway, I think it's pretty good, and I won't change it."

"I'll discuss it with the director again. The stalk of visiting brothels and heroes saving beauty is a bit old, but I like it very much. We can change the way of writing." Li Nan began to think about the scene.

Song Nuan was angry, of course not because of the script.

What is wrong with Zhu Yilong? He sent a WeChat message saying good night last night before going to bed. He pretended to be a stranger when he met him in the corridor this morning. Although he usually didn’t say hello when he met him, the indifferent look in his eyes in the morning was chilling.

It was rare for Song Nuan to stay up until one o'clock in the night, feeling sore all over her body, and only found out that she had been shot when she went to the bathroom. No wonder she was in a bad mood. She reluctantly took a shower, decided not to abuse herself, and climbed into bed to sleep.

"Are you going to the scene tomorrow?" This time is the prime time when Li Nan's thinking is active.

"No." Recently, the crew has been raining every day, wet and muddy, and the laundry can't be dried. Although Song Nuan prefers rainy weather, she can't bear it.

"How about reading the script the day after tomorrow?" Li Nan asked again.

"Why did you read the script again?" Song Nuan felt strange, because she had already read the script two days ago before filming the second part.

"The script has changed a lot."

"Oh." Song Nuan let out an oh and fell asleep.

During the special period, coupled with the humid weather, Song Nuan actually developed hives all over her body. It was so itchy that she wanted to die. She has an anti-infectious physique. The last time she had a rash was when she was in the third year of high school. Unexpectedly, many years later, in a foreign land, she would suffer from an old disease. After relapse, she felt irritable, went to the pharmacy to get medicine to apply, and took it externally and internally, but the effect was not good.If it is in the hospital, it would be nice to have a medicated bath.

As soon as Li Nan entered the room, he smelled a smell of medicine, "What did you apply again?"

"It's nothing, I'm back so early."

"It's raining too much. We have to stop working first." Li Nan patted the water on his body.

"Aren't there a few rain scenes? It's just the right time to shoot." Song Nuan cooked a pot of porridge to dispel dampness, and gave it to Li Nan for a night.

"It smells so good. The rain scene has been filmed long ago. There are few indoor scenes, and most of them are outdoor. Let's see it tomorrow. It's really impossible to change the script again." Li Nan had an ominous premonition.

"Oh." Song Nuan called out.

"Surprised, surprised me, what's wrong?" Li Nan almost spilled the porridge in his hand.

"Oh, it's okay, I suddenly remembered something." Song Nuan thought deeply.

"The porridge is pretty good. I'll give the director a bowl later. Aren't you a fan of Zhu Yilong? Give him a bowl too. He's completely wet today."

Song Nuan smiled, put out a bowl of porridge and put it in front of Li Nan, "It's more sincere to flatter the director, and I'll put the porridge here for you." She put the lid on the pot, picked up the pot, and went out.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Go and send love porridge to the idol."

Song Nuan suddenly remembered that Zhu Yilong had hives when he was on the set, and now the weather is wet and rainy, and he wears heavy costumes, and is exposed to the sun and rain every day, so it is probably a bad luck, so I took the porridge to find out the situation .

It was inconvenient to hold the pot and knock on the door, so she pushed her knees a few times, the sound was not loud, but the people in the room had good hearing and opened the door quickly.

Zhu Yilong seemed to have just taken a shower, he was wearing pajamas, his hair was still wet, he was a little surprised to see Song Nuan, but he didn't say anything, he turned to invite her in.

"I'm sorry, wait a minute." Zhu Yilong let Song Nuan into the living room, turned around and went to the bedroom.

Song Nuan put down the pot, hesitated for a long time and still didn't sit down, she felt that the atmosphere was not right.

About 2 minutes later, Zhu Yilong came out of the bedroom, his hair had not been dried, and he had already changed into casual home clothes. He poured a glass of water and asked Song Nuan to sit down.

Song Nuan was a little afraid to sit down, Zhu Yilong in front of her seemed to be enchanted, polite and alienated, not even as sincere as on the TV, she didn't know where she offended him, she opened her mouth and didn't even know where to ask, maybe This is the real Zhu Yilong, saying that he wanted to chase her and be with her was just a moment of madness, Song Nuan couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, she suddenly found it very awkward to stand here, and couldn't help but want to escape.

"Sit, what are you doing standing there?" Zhu Yilong smiled business-like.

"Sit down, Sister Li asked me to bring you some porridge."

"Oh, thank you." Zhu Yilong replied politely.

Song Nuan couldn't even stand up, she waved her hand and said, "Goodbye."

"I send you."

After arriving at the door, Song Nuan stopped suddenly, mustered up the courage to turn around, "Can you roll up your sleeves and show me?"

Zhu Yilong was slightly stunned, but he didn't refuse. He rolled up both sleeves, and slowly stretched them out in front of Song Nuan. Song Nuan couldn't help gasping, his white arms were covered with red welts. , There is still an unhealed scar on the right wrist from the last time.

"Does it itch? Why didn't you tell me earlier, go to the hospital now." Song Nuan was a little anxious, wishing she could call for an assistant right now.

Zhu Yilong slowly put down his sleeves, "I'll go to the hospital in the afternoon. How about you?"

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Song Nuan didn't understand what he said.

"Song Nuan, I never hide what you want to see, what you want to know, what about you?" Zhu Yilong's watery eyes were full of anger, which Song Nuan had never seen before. She was a little scared and couldn't help but Take two steps back.

Zhu Yilong immediately realized his gaffe, "I beat you with a bet, if you really don't want to, I will never force you, just pretend I never said that." He opened the door and asked Song Nuan to leave.

Song Nuan seemed to have fallen into a maze of five. She couldn't understand a word Zhu Yilong said today. What the hell is this man doing? She closed the door with a bang and said sharply, "Speak clearly, I beg you Did you chase me, did I beg you to make a bet, or did I cheat and refuse to admit it, you have to regret it yourself, and don't blame me."

"Okay." Zhu Yilong nodded, and walked back to the bedroom in a few steps. When he came out, he held his mobile phone. He turned on the mobile phone and took a photo and sent it to Song Nuan.

"Happy Home, Invite the Elderly" Blind Date Status Table!

Song Nuan took the phone and looked at it carefully, the more she looked at it, the more she felt familiar. Isn't this the form she filled out for a blind date? Why is it here?

"Where did you see it?" Song Nuan was curious.

"Did you fill it in?" Zhu Yilong knew her handwriting, but the important information such as the name was mosaiced, and he didn't want to wrong people.

"It's me, my blind date." Song Nuan felt that there was nothing she couldn't admit.

Zhu Yilong snatched the phone back, "You obviously promised me first." His tone was bad, with the humiliation and grievance of being deceived.

Song Nuan couldn't help laughing, "There's nothing to be angry about. Listen to me."

"Song Nuan, you agreed to my request, turned around and went on a blind date with someone else, me, are you casting a wide net and focusing on training." Zhu Yilong blushed angrily.

"You know a lot. It's not what you think. I filled it out several months ago. Wait, wait, where did you see this form?" Song Nuan suddenly became suspicious. It was a blind date event organized by the hospital's elderly group. It was registered a few months ago. The head nurse only submitted the form to the union two days ago. She thought it was funny and posted a screenshot on Weibo. It is impossible for outsiders to see it.

"Your Weibo."

"How do you know about my Weibo?!" Song Nuan didn't have any fans or friends on Weibo, so she dared to post all kinds of messages unscrupulously.

"Your Weibo and WeChat have the same name, so you can find them with just one search."

"How much of my Weibo have you read?"

"I've read all of the hundreds."

Song Nuan felt that her anger and blood rushed to her brain. In the past six months, she posted on Weibo, no matter what trivial matters, she always tried to find a way to bring Zhu Yilong. If there was no relevance, she would bring his sexy photos. It says "Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and my mother wants to sleep with Zhu Yilong." So there are no underwear left from the client?

"Why do you read my Weibo?" Song Nuan also became popular.

"You haven't set privacy, isn't it just for people to see?"

"Okay, you're being cruel, goodbye." Song Nuan didn't want to explain the blind date anymore, she slammed the door shut and left.

Heh, Zhu Yilong refused to accept it, it was obviously Song Nuan who was wrong, yet he dared to sue the villain first.

"Bang bang bang!" There was a loud knock on the door, Zhu Yilong was startled standing in front of the door, he opened the door, and Song Nuan rushed in aggressively.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Yilong thought Song Nuan would have another fight with him.

Song Nuan ignored him at all, walked past him, walked straight to the living room, hugged the rice cooker on the coffee table and walked out.

"This is the porridge Sister Li gave me." Zhu Yilong wanted to stop Song Nuan.

Song Nuan passed under his arm deftly, "The pot is mine, and the porridge is also mine."