Bad traffic [entertainment circle]

When Song Yishang opened his eyes in the morning, the morning light shone softly on his face, the sheets were all warm, and there was even a thin temperature growing on his skin.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead, the temperature was still a little hot, he lifted the tight quilt covering him with one hand, his limbs were still a little sore and weak, making it hard to remember, he looked at the ceiling and felt that after waking up this morning The world is a little strange.

His eyes flowed from the ceiling to the wall, window sill, desk, and small sofa. Song Yishang became more and more confused. This...is not his room.

Are you dreaming?

It's like a dream, this is Ji Jiayi's room, everything is exactly the same as the furnishings in his room.

Song Yishang closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and suddenly woke up, he was indeed lying on Ji Jiayi's bed!

The memory of last night was broken from here.

Song Yishang got up suddenly, looked left and right on both sides of the bed, but there was no one, he lifted the quilt completely and took a look, his outer clothes were taken off, but the inner ones were still there.

"Damn." Song Yishang originally felt his head was a little heavy, but now he still feels a little pain in his head. Just as he was carefully recalling what happened last night, Ji Jiayi opened the door and walked in.

Ji Jiayi saw Song Yishang just sitting up, and asked, "Did you just wake up?"

Song Yishang looked at him, got out of the quilt directly, and dressed generously in front of him: "Yes."

Ji Jiayi obviously had something else to say, seeing Song Yishang putting on clothes in front of him without hesitation, he turned his face to the side and looked away.

"What do you mind?" Song Yishang put on his clothes, "Didn't you pick these off from me?"

Ji Jiayi recovered his senses and glanced at him, without refuting, he put the breakfast in his hand in front of him: "This is the breakfast I brought for you."

Song Yishang saw that the food didn't have much appetite, he still felt a little dazed, and said without energy: "I'm going to be late, I'll go back and wash up first, and eat on the way."

Ji Jiayi: "You can also wash up here."

Song Yishang hesitated for a moment: "I still need to get something, see you later."

As for breakfast, the truth is that Song Yishang didn't eat much on the way, he got up really late, Qian Yu didn't know where he went, and in the morning he took Ji Jiayi's car and the two rushed to the set together.

Song Yishang was wearing a black thick black down jacket and huddled in the passenger seat. The temperature in the car was very low in winter, and the temperature of the air conditioner didn't come up for a while, and he didn't want to move. .

Ji Jiayi bought him steamed stuffed buns and soy milk. Song Yishang, a basket of meat buns, only ate two small ones slowly, and then began to drink the soy milk through the straw. He didn't drink much of the soy milk, but he still bit the straw. Ji Jiayi put on a pose.

"Don't eat if you don't want to eat, I didn't force you." Ji Jiayi turned the steering wheel freely, almost without squinting along the way, but he seemed to know Song Yishang's situation well.

Song Yishang took the straw out of his mouth, exhaled, and suddenly asked, "Where did you sleep last night?"

Ji Jiayi continued to drive the car without changing his face: "Don't you know?"

These six words made Song Yishang's heart itch. He had a lot of guesses, but he slept so hard last night that he couldn't remember anything, and he didn't know anything.

Song Yishang asked quite reasonably: "I know why I ask you?"

Ji Jiayi: "Where else can I go to sleep?"

Song Yishang: "!"

Ji Jiayi seemed to feel very happy seeing Song Yishang's look of wanting to be crooked, and added: "You really don't know anything?"

Song Yishang's heart boiled for a while, he took another sip of the soy milk he had put down, and asked, "You...last night...could it be me...?"

"I opened another room." Before Song Yishang could finish speaking, Ji Jiayi interrupted him.

"Oh." Song Yishang put down the soy milk again, "I thought...forget it, it's okay."

Ji Jiayi: "Do you still think we are sleeping in the same bed? So what, I think the bed is cramped, but it looks like you slept very comfortably."

Song Yishang turned his head, propped his chin with one hand, and said very seriously: "It's okay to share a bed together, I thought we were asleep."

The ear-piercing sound of brakes suddenly irritated people's eardrums, and the car stopped suddenly.

Due to inertia, Song Yishang bumped straight forward. After sitting down again, he stared at Ji Jiayi with wide eyes. Ji Jiayi unscrewed a bottle of mineral water on the car and took a sip, then turned off the air conditioner that was blowing warm air, and said: " The light is red."

From then on, the car fell into silence. After turning off the air conditioner, the temperature still felt a bit high. Song Yishang unzipped the down jacket, fanned his face with his hand, and coughed softly.

He just coughed easily, and Ji Jiayi turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Song Yishang waved his hand.

He lowered his head and looked around in Ji Jiayi's car, as if he was looking for something, but ended up regretting it.

Ji Jiayi handed him the water he had just drank: "If you don't dislike it."

Song Yishang stared at the water for a long time, but didn't answer, he took it over and drank a few sips, then held the bottle in his hand, showing no intention of returning it.

Song Yishang held the water bottle and looked ahead leisurely, and suddenly found that Ji Jiayi was pressing towards the co-pilot. The wildness in his bones caught him off guard with one hand and stretched out from his side to wait for the next move. .

Ji Jiayi's cold eyes appeared from behind the lens but he didn't look alienated. He directly touched Song Yishang's head with his other hand.

"You have a fever?"

Song Yishang let go of Ji Jiayi's hand, and said a little sullenly: "I have a small cold, it will be fine soon."

Ji Jiayi didn't speak, and a new wave of silence fell in the car. Their eyes met, and both of them wanted to run away, but the one who looked away first was always a little scared, so they stayed in a stalemate, and the temperature in the car kept rising. Soaring, wave after wave of heat, in this world, between heaven and earth, there seems to be nothing in the eyes except the other party.

If the sound of the heartbeat can be amplified, then the sound here must be very chaotic, urgent, hasty and disorderly.

"Beep..." Suddenly there was a dissatisfied horn sound from the convoy behind him, Ji Jiayi sat back again, the red light turned green, pedestrians stopped, the morning rush hour was constantly flowing, and the traffic at the intersection was running efficiently, Ji Jiayi started the car and merged into the traffic flow, his sight The clouds in the distance are extraordinarily white and elegant, with pieces of golden light permeating in. In the thriving morning scene, the ambiguity just now is like white clouds wandering in the sky, far away in the sky, hard to grasp.

"The intensity of filming these days is too high, you can rest." Ji Jiayi said.

Song Yishang didn't even think about it: "No need, work is important."

Ji Jiayi's voice was softer than before: "But your cold..."

"It's okay." Song Yishang said, "There is no need to discuss this matter. I know my body well. If you tell me how to perform the next scene, then we can still discuss it."

Ji Jiayi kept looking forward, and finally said slowly: "As you wish."

Song Yishang's wish was fulfilled, but when he actually came to the set, Ji Jiayi paid him no less attention than before, as if a cold was a serious illness.

As soon as Song Yishang arrived on the set, he first spotted the sneaky Qian Yu, and he put Qian Yu aside, in a corner where no one was around, as if preparing to start training.

Qian Yu looked at his own master's uneasy expression, thinking that Song Yishang would be furious after knowing that he served the second master, and hurriedly took the commanding heights of morality: "Brother, I didn't do it voluntarily, I was forced, yes Fang Hanyuan threatened me, so I ran errands for him!"

Song Yishang was confused and forgot to ask Qian Yu why he didn't come to the set with him in the morning. He asked, "Did Fang Hanyuan bully you?"

Qian Yu faltered and replied, "No...no."

Without these two words, the heart is unwilling and unwilling, and it is impossible not to think about it. In addition, Qian Yu often does not see him these days. He also understands the obligation, but Qian Yu has indeed changed.

"Come with me." Song Yishang's voice sank, his face became more serious, and his eyes were icy. He brought Qian Yu to find Fang Hanyuan, and asked straight to the point: "I heard that you are not very kind to him?"

At this time, Fang Hanyuan also had a question mark on his face. He looked at Qian Yu, and then smiled at Qian Yu. The look he threw over made Qian Yu painfully determined, and said to Song Yishang word by word: "He treats me very well."

Fang Hanyuan was still smiling like a spring breeze.

Song Yishang turned around and patted Qian Yu on the shoulder, "What's the matter with you?"

"It's really good." Qian Yu didn't know whether he was telling the truth or a lie, he said to Song Yishang, "I mainly said that because I was afraid that you would scold me."

Song Yishang wanted to beat Qian Yu up, which seemed to be no different from rebellion, but at this time Fang Hanyuan stood in front of Qian Yu, firmly blocking Qian Yu.

Qian Yu's heart suddenly felt warm. At this moment, he could only look at the back of the head of the person in front of him, but he seemed to be able to see his face, which was both upright and evil.

The guy in front doesn't seem to be that annoying either.

At this time, Qian Yu was a little confused, and Song Yishang was also a little confused, but Ji Jiayi came over and asked Fang Hanyuan and Song Yishang: "What are you two doing standing here, are you leaving the show without makeup?"

As soon as the director spoke, nothing else mattered. Fang Hanyuan put his hand on Song Yishang's shoulder, smiled at Ji Jiayi, and said, "I've settled some personal matters, and I'll go now."

But what Fang Hanyuan didn't expect was that with such a light touch of his hand, the three people around him all looked serious and indifferent, and he was the only one smiling awkwardly.

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