Smoke like Ting ABO

Lu Yanting and You Jingyang matched a few words again during the meal, Guo Kai gave a very tight meal time, and they officially started filming after twelve o'clock at noon.

The props team brought a heater to make the temperature of the warehouse higher. The white mist produced when they talked was a seasonal bug.

Guo Kai asked the two of them, "Aren't you full from the meal?"

Lu Yanting didn't eat a few mouthfuls, and You Jingyang had a good appetite, but as an actor, he didn't eat much staple food, so they nodded.Guo Kai said: "Okay, you two brew it up, shoot in 5 minutes, the last one just now was not bad, keep this feeling."

Lu Yanting's thumb and middle finger were digging deeply and shallowly in the palm of his hand. He stayed quietly in the corner alone, and no one knew what he was thinking.Each actor's brewing method is different. Lu Yanting is static, while You Jingyang is dynamic. He is not closed like Lu Yanting. He and Guo Kai are still communicating. Every time he says a word, he will walk a few steps in place , arms shaking, muttering words.

Guo Kai has a strong sense of time, and after 5 minutes, the filming officially started.

Different from previous production crews, the production crew led by Guo Kai always gave Lu Yanting a rigorous and rational sense of geometry. The scene was always orderly, and the staff did not have too many expressions, and even seldom talked. Most of them were focused, Serious, like a copy of Guo Kai, with a high degree of consistent work beliefs.Lu Yanting stood between them and outside of them, watching enviously, hoping that some of his obsession could be squeezed into this belief.

"No."

Lu Yanting said these two words hastily, he glanced at You Jingyang in a panic, grabbed the other's arm and pushed it out, his head turned away: "Don't do this."

He understands what Guo Kai means: include more small movements that can be interpreted by others.

At this point, Song Qingrao understood by Lu Yanting was more panic than emotion, he was too afraid of what Shi Nan would do, which would make his efforts go to waste, forcing him to face his true self again.

But in the next sentence, Lu Yanting's tone weakened in vain, with a trill: "Stay away from me..."

He closed his eyes, shrunk his head, and didn't look at You Jingyang. You Jingyang lowered his voice and said to him, "Forgive me, this is my last resort."

Lu Yanting widened his eyes - he knew that Song Qingrao's ears were more grasping the word "finally", his protective wall collapsed suddenly, and the strength of his struggle was much less.At this moment, he was playing with You Jingyang, and all his thoughts went away with the word "last".

You Jingyang stared at him for a few seconds, then kissed him.

The atmosphere this time was so good that when You Jingyang posted it, Lu Yanting almost cried.He looked at You Jingyang's blurred face in the dim light, and felt like kissing him in the doomsday.

How sad Song Qingrao must be in this kiss.

The person I have loved for so many years is kissing myself.But he didn't dare to do anything, he was afraid that Shi Nan would love him, and he was afraid that he would not love him, that he would think that he didn't love him and give up loving him, but he was even more afraid that he would know that he loved him.Only Song Qingrao knew in his heart that he couldn't resist any of Shi Nan's courtship methods.He was walking towards what he thought was a bright road, but Shi Nan was kissing him, they kissed in the dark and damp warehouse, it was so shameful, yet so lingering.

Song Qingrao whimpered vaguely, lost strength in his arms, and the book fell to the ground with a clatter. He never responded, and Si Nan didn't need his response.Song Qingrao knew that he had already given up thinking, and all his behavioral consciousness was subconscious, but Shi Nan tolerated him, and when he retreated, Shi Nan caught up leisurely, don't blame him, don't ask him, give it to him. He was only understanding and gentle from beginning to end.

How did this make him give up?

Si Nan sucked gently on Song Qingrao's lips, licking him like a dragonfly touching water, until his face was warm.Song Qingrao's lips were bitter, and his crying was too hesitant in the silent darkness.Sinan let go of him in a daze, Song Qingrao supported his arm, bent down with choking, and slowly slid to the ground, gasping for breath, sniffing and picking up the book.

Sinan squatted down, his eyes were dim, Song Qingrao gradually stopped crying, his eyes were red

Looking at him, Sinan kissed him again.

This kiss was more about obedience, they were very soft to each other, Song Qingrao took away all the thorns on his body, closed his eyes, and put away some of the sadness in his heart.It was a kiss that healed him, those terrible and dirty thoughts no longer appeared in his head, and Sinan's love and care gave him a fleeting sense of security.

He made some viscous sounds, entangled with Sinan's breath, soft in the other's arms.

Si Nan picked up the book on the ground, "'Economic Management'?"

Like teasing a child, he waved the book in front of Song Qingrao's eyes, "You want to change your major?"

Song Qingrao was still in a trance, subconsciously reaching for it, but Shi Nan withdrew his arm again.

Si Nan said to him, "Call me brother."

Brother, it has been several years since I called him that.

Song Qingrao pouted, looking very stubborn, "Give it to me."

Sinan didn't give it to him, his arm was shaking, light and shadow came through, every inch of his breath was bright.

Song Qingrao called him hastily: "Brother."

Si Nan hugged him tightly, kissed him twice on the cheek, and stuffed the book into his arms.

Song Qingrao grabbed the book cover, lowered her head and asked without temper: "When can I leave?"

Si Nan said, "You can leave anytime."

Sinan hooked his chin and asked him, "Why are you crying?"

Song Qingrao couldn't answer such a question, he couldn't understand his own heart.

Song Qingrao's expression made Shi Nan feel distressed, and he kissed Song Qingrao: "It's not that you don't want to."

"But you are still crying," Sinan forced him to look at himself, "Would you like to tell me something I don't know?"

Song Qingrao lowered her head even lower and said nothing.

……

"Xiao Ting is too early to cry this time." Guo Kai replayed the camera and pointed to Lu Yanting.

Lu Yanting's whole face was red, and he looked very embarrassed. He wiped his face, and couldn't open his eyes: "Yeah."

Guo Kai touched his chin: "But this effect is better than I imagined."

"Well, let's take another one who cries later, and go through it again."

In the end, Guo Kai made up his mind.

The shooting of the day ended at nine o'clock in the evening. On the way back, Xiao Zhao put ointment on Lu Yanting's lips. She worked carefully and patiently, and blew on him while applying the medicine: "The swelling is still quite obvious. "

After taking the medicine, she sat back on her seat: "Are you still conscious?"

"No." Lu Yanting rubbed her eyes, "There is no need to take medicine, it should be fine tomorrow."

"It's definitely worth it, or it will affect tomorrow's filming." Xiao Zhao wiped his hands with a toilet paper, "Also remember to apply eye drops when you go back. I think tomorrow will be swollen."

"Okay," Lu Yanting patted her face, "Actually, what I'm most afraid of is a swollen face."

"Your voice is also hoarse from crying." Xiao Zhao was tossing and turning in the small medicine box, "Go back and take some medicine."

Lu Yanting laughed at her: "You are almost becoming a doctor."

Xiao Zhao stared at him strangely for a while, and Lu Yanting asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Zhao sighed: "Brother Lu, you better stop laughing, you look like you are crying when you laugh now, it looks so sad."

Lu Yanting slowly suppressed his smile, leaned back on the seat, and tilted his head to look at the night outside the car window:

"Well, it's not fully played yet."

At that time, he already had a vague premonition that it might be difficult for him to strip out such sad emotions from his life in a short time.

When Lu Yanting came home, she smelled the smell of cigarettes all over the room.

He was timid at first, but he was still very uneasy in his heart. When he smelled this smell, he suddenly had a bad association in his heart. He took off his coat, and the heat in the room stimulated his cold skin, giving him a gentle pain.

The light in the living room was not turned on, and Qu Ruping was standing in front of the window. A room on the second floor was turned on, and the lights were scattered.

Come down, a shallow light and shadow fall on the first floor.

Qu Ruping seemed to smile a bit: "I'm back."

Lu Yanting originally planned to turn on the light, but he was a little guilty, and his movements were much slower: "Why don't you turn on the light?"

"I used to not turn on the lights when I was alone." Qu Ruping said, walked towards him, and gave him a hug, "I came back quite early."

Lu Yanting said "hmm". They were far away just now, and Qu Ruping didn't hear it clearly. Now that they got closer, she asked, "Is this a crying scene? Your voice is so hoarse."

"Yes," Lu Yanting didn't dare to look at him directly, she dodged her eyes, and said less, "Are you smoking?"

"Yang Weining came to sit for a while, he is an old smoker." Qu Ruping pulled Lu Yanting upstairs, he was about to turn on the light, Lu Yanting asked again, "Then don't you smoke?"

"Seldom smoke."

"When do you smoke?"

Qu Ruping seemed to have noticed the difference in him today, looked at him a few more times, and said after thinking: "I will smoke one when I make important decisions."

Lu Yanting followed him upstairs, "Are you 'occasion smoke'?"

"Well, I don't have a heavy cigarette addiction. If it wasn't necessary for filming in the first place, I probably wouldn't touch it."

"This is very rare in the circle, I have smoked."

"Have you ever smoked?" Qu Ruping opened the door, turned around and smiled at him.

Lu Yanting's eyes flickered, he pursed his lips with a faint feeling, and said in a trance, "I smoked two, and they asked me to smoke them when I was eating."

"When?" Qu Ruping turned his back to him and poured a glass of water.

"It's been a long time ago. We finished filming, we finished filming, and we all went to eat together..." Lu Yanting replied absent-mindedly, he didn't realize that Qu Ruping was thinking about another not-so-good possibility.

Hearing what he said, Qu Ruping relaxed a little, and he walked over with a glass of water, smiling.

This time, he saw clearly.

Lu Yanting's face was slightly swollen, her eyes and nose were red, and the dried ointment stuck to her swollen lips.

His smile faded, and his movements were still not sluggish. He reached out and handed the water glass to Lu Yanting.

Lu Yanting drank a few sips of water with erratic eyes. He held the water glass in both hands and took a small sip.He couldn't finish the glass of water, and he didn't dare to look directly at Qu Ruping. At the same time, he made frequent small movements, sometimes touching his hair and sometimes scratching his clothes.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Lu Yanting found a step for himself, and after saying this, he put the water glass on the table beside him, and was about to leave in a panic, but he stayed where he was and looked at Qu Ruping.

"All right?" he asked uneasily.

He always felt that Qu Ruping was unhappy, even angry.Because he is not usually like this, his expression is very calm, and he appears extremely restrained. Alpha's air pressure is low, but Omega can faintly feel it.Lu Yanting's chest heaved and he was about to speak when he heard Qu Ruping say:

"Well, you go."

After finishing speaking, he walked back, sat on the bed, realized that Lu Yanting hadn't moved, and smiled at him. This smile returned to his usual: "What?"

Lu Yanting breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it."

This proposition is unsolvable, Lu Yanting neither wants Qu Ruping to be unhappy, but also hopes that he can show some concern.Under such a contradiction, Lu Yanting also seemed a little unhappy.After taking a shower, he came out of the bathroom covered in moisture, and Qu Ruping half-lyed on the bed. Hearing the movement, he didn't even look at him.

Lu Yanting went to the window to wipe his hair. He occasionally glanced at Qu Ruping. Qu Ruping seemed to be thinking about his own affairs. His arms covered his eyes, and he seemed to be asleep.

Lu Yanting lightly wanted to go back to the bathroom to put a towel, but Qu Ruping moved. He put his arm down and said to Lu Yanting, "Xiao Nuo, come here."

Lu Yanting stood there, a little dazed.

Qu Ruping repeated to him: "Come here."

land

Yan Ting's slippers entered the water and made a "creaking" sound. He walked to the edge of the bed and sat in front of Qu Ruping, staring at him with wet eyes.

Qu Ruping asked him gently:

"What scene did you shoot today?"

Lu Yanting didn't understand why he asked such a question, he thought he could see it.

However, Qu Ruping quickly gave up on this question.

"Forget it," he murmured, leaning back again, looking up at the sky, "you don't have to tell me."

Lu Yanting didn't know what to say, he lowered his head to hold Qu Ruping's hand, put his hand on the other's palm, and covered them together with the other hand.

He whispered, "Give me some eye drops, okay?"

After a long time, Qu Ruping said, "Come."

Then, Lu Yanting lay on the bed, wiping what was dripping from the corners of her eyes.

He couldn't see Qu Ruping, opened his mouth and said, "Do you often put eye drops on others?"

"I played the role of a doctor before." Qu Ruping said this, and there was nothing to say.

Lu Yanting said dryly: "Oh."

He groped in the dark and asked, "Are you far away from me?"

Qu Ruping didn't speak, but held his hand.

Lu Yanting felt relieved, he yawned cautiously, feeling sleepy.

But he didn't fall asleep, he felt a shadow shrouded him, and the screen-like breath was close at hand.As their relationship became more and more intimate, Lu Yanting's heart beat faster because of his approach. He touched the curved arm, and opened and closed his moist and hot lips, but he was ashamed to say the invitation.

Lu Yanting's body smelled of the clear scent of bath liquid. After he moved in, he used the same shampoo and body wash as Qu Ruping, but their smells were not nearly the same. Qu Ruping's tone was always more stable. And Lu Yanting is purely sweet and soft.

Qu Ruping rarely kissed his lips directly, he always kissed his other places first, such as eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks, and finally his lips.This time, he kissed his lips single-handedly.

This kiss was a bit forceful, Lu Yanting could feel it, in the past, when his breathing was not smooth, Qu Ruping would always slow down, but today he didn't seem to intend to take care of him, Lu Yanting was soon completely pinned on the bed by him Kiss, move a little, and you will be kissed so helplessly.He vaguely felt that Qu Ruping was bullying him, and this kind of bullying filled his heart very much.He spilled a few broken syllables, and he didn't know whether it was medicine or tears in his eyes, which hotly irritated his eyeballs, and his eyes blinked wildly, trying to see the music like a screen clearly in the haze.

Qu Ruping covered his eyes.

Lu Yanting was gasping for air with a stiff body, Qu Ruping rubbed his ears, and said darkly:

"This kind of play, let me go through it next time."