Jiangxin Poplar

"Want to listen to music?" Yang Yulang changed the subject.

Jiang Cheng reluctantly said, "Yes."

"Then go pick a record and put it in the record player."

"But I haven't touched that one before, so I don't know how to do it." Jiang Cheng sat up, carefully looking at the vinyl record player at the end of the bed, as if he was afraid of breaking it if he touched it.

"It's very simple, you find a record first."

Jiang Cheng obediently got up from the bed, went to the shelf, took a record that looked like classical music, opened it and put it on the record player.

"Turn on the power in the lower right corner." Yang Yulang tilted his head to see that he had finished playing the record. "When it rotates stably, put the stylus lightly on the outer ring, and that's it."

It turned out to be that simple!

After setting the needle, the melodious tune lingered in his ears. He climbed back to bed and lay down, lying on his back to look at the stars.

In the quiet late night, the two of them were lying on the same bed, looking up at the sky full of stars, and listening to melodious tunes, Jiang Cheng hoped that time could stop and keep this quiet time.

The dim light in the attic shone like moonlight. Yang Yulang was lying flat, half of his handsome face was shrouded in darkness, and the other half was more three-dimensional under the light, with a smooth and smooth neckline, a straight bridge of nose and deep and soft eyes. , Jiang Cheng put his eyes on his beautifully shaped lips, and then down to his smooth chin...

He couldn't help swallowing, but found that his throat was dry.

I can't watch it, and I want to kiss him again.

He closed his eyes, as long as he was close to Yang Yulang, his head would be full of pornographic things, it was too insignificant, and he fell into deep self-contempt and criticism for a while.

"You're going to shoot the location tomorrow, right?"

"Well," Jiang Cheng opened his eyes, "They said they were going to the orchard."

"I have no other plans for tomorrow, so I will go there with you."

"Really?" Jiang Cheng looked at him, surprised and delighted.

Yang Yulang hummed and said, "By the way, go see your friends."

The owner of the orchard is good friends with Yang Yulang, and since he is also going, Jiangcheng doesn't have to squeeze in the car with his colleagues in the company, and can go directly in Yang Yulang's car.

When they arrived at a manor in the orchard, Luo Ge's most powerful subordinate, Mozi, was already in place. When she saw Jiangcheng, she asked someone to change the clothes she had prepared for him, and after doing a simple hairstyle and makeup, she took him outside to the fruit tree. Next, set up the camera position and prepare for shooting.

The owner of the orchard is a senior over half a century old, slightly fat, with a benevolent look, a round shaved head, wearing clothes like a practitioner, and a big Buddha is enshrined in the house.

He was very happy to see Yang Yulang, couldn't see his smile, and warmly welcomed him into the room.

This season's fruit trees are just sprouting new buds, and a peach grove behind is blooming, a sea of ​​pink, and a few colleagues who are busy with work and full of girlish hearts are taking selfies.

Jiang Cheng was dressed in white clothes and trousers, paired with a pair of white shoes, and with a cool and handsome expression, he looked like a Prince Charming had arrived. Mo Zi looked at him through the camera and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth: "Cheng, you've been getting more and more serious lately." Handsome!"

Jiang Cheng trembled: "Hey, sister Mo, can you stop calling me that, goosebumps come up."

Mozi smiled: "Your makeup is too light, and the dark circles under your eyes are a bit severe, so who should touch up the makeup again."

The assistant walked over with a makeup box and started to powder his face.

Jiang Cheng's eyelids trembled, and he endured it.

Mozi continued to mutter behind the camera: "It's okay not to rest, but you have to pay attention to rest when taking pictures. My sister often tells you this, remember it."

"En." Jiang Cheng nodded hastily.

Today's shooting included suspension photos and videos, so the process was slower than expected. The lunch was packed by colleagues. After three hours of continuous shooting, a group of people ate at the pavilion behind Zhuangzi.

Mozi greeted Jiangcheng who had just changed his clothes, and someone had already reserved a seat for him at the pavilion, and brought him a portion of char siu, but he looked around and did not see Yang Yulang, so he asked Mozi, "Where is Brother Lang? "

Mo Zi pouted towards the manor: "Here, he has a treat!"

Several people looked over, and from the wooden window, they could see Yang Yulang and the owner of the orchard standing side by side in front of the long wooden table. There were some antiques on the table, and the two seemed to be appreciating them.

In the back kitchen, the hostess of the orchard is cooking vegetables with a shovel. She originally said that she would invite this group of people to eat, but they were too embarrassed to eat and insisted on buying takeaway. In the end, they only invited their boss. The salt is not spicy, just light, so I stewed a chicken and wild ginseng soup, fried a few home-cooked dishes, and served.

Jiang Cheng watched him being dragged to the table by the owner of Zhuangzi, Lao Shang, and with a smile on his face, he shrugged off the wine that Mrs. Lao Shang handed over, and then the three of them sat there eating and chatting, smiling all the way.

It seems that he has a really good relationship with the owner of the orchard.

The colleagues who surrounded the city here were also obviously curious about this, so they asked Mo Zi, the most senior here: "Sister Mo, what is the relationship between Brother Lang and the boss this week?"

Mozi picked up a few slices of burnt roast duck in the lunch box, tasted like chewing wax, and glanced over there: "I don't know, anyway, today's venue is free, and the tea and snacks provided by people on the way are also free, originally said If you want to invite us to dinner, we don't have such a big face, and a dozen or so people will be entertained by the aunt, and Brother Lang agrees, but I dare not agree."

Everyone agreed with a "huh", and one of the little girls said: "I heard them chatting a few times when I was sorting out the equipment over there. It seems that they have known each other for many years."

The guy next to him responded: "I can tell, but did Brother Lang come here today to chat with friends or to supervise us?"

A girl next to Jiangcheng asked, "Is Brother Lang still following the afternoon filming?"

Mozi shook his head: "I don't know."

Jiang Cheng glanced at the wooden window, Yang Yulang was picking up the cup at hand, and the romance of a pot of fiery red azalea blooming behind him made him even more handsome and handsome.

Finally, Mozi couldn't stand the smell of the roast duck being burnt, so he threw away the lunch box and said, "Hurry up and eat, there's still a lot of work in the afternoon, let's go back to the company after filming."

The weather was not so good in the afternoon, and it was gloomy. Mozi looked up at the sky covered with dark clouds, and reminded everyone to hurry up and take pictures. It might rain soon.

Lao Shang received a call from his daughter, saying that they needed to pick up his granddaughter because of something urgent, so they left Yang Yulang for a while and drove into the city.

Yang Yulang sat on the side of the beauties in the gazebo, watching them from a distance while they were busy filming.

A group of colleagues received Yang Yulang's attention and worked very hard, and some of them even looked for opportunities to show off, hoping to attract the attention of the boss.

In this way, the work efficiency was much faster, and I finally finished work before it rained.

Mozi directed everyone to take back the equipment and props in the car, and arranged for everyone to take the car back to the company when they came.

When everyone got into the car one after another, she turned her head to look at Jiangcheng: "What about you? Are you going with us or Brother Lang?"

Jiang Cheng said without hesitation: "You guys go first, I'm not going back to the company anyway, I'll go back with Brother Lang's car."

Mozi nodded: "Well, then you should rest well at night, there are still many pictures to be taken tomorrow."

"Understood." Jiang Cheng waved at her, "Sister Mo, go slowly."

After seeing them off, he returned to the place where Yang Yulang was before, and found that he was not there.

The spring rain started pattering down, and soon wetted the trees and grass, and the water drops slowly fell from the new green leaves, dripping silently to the grass.

He searched all the places he could go, and looked at the cars parked not far away, but there were none.

Where can this person go?

Looking at the continuous drizzle, looking up, there is a hazy figure in Taolin.

He walked into the rain curtain and walked quickly towards the peach grove. Sure enough, that person was Yang Yulang. His hair and jacket were already wet by the rain, but he put his hands in his pockets, as if he didn't notice it.

Jiang Cheng took off his coat, walked behind him, and covered his head with the coat.

Yang Yulang turned to look at him: "Why didn't you go back with them?"

"Why are you getting caught in the rain here?" Jiang Cheng didn't answer him, but instead asked, "What should I do if I catch a cold?"

Yang Yulang took off his coat and put it back on his shoulders: "You don't know, getting in the rain is one of my great pleasures."

Jiang Cheng: "...it's easy to catch cold in the rain this season."

"It's okay." Yang Yulang walked a few steps slowly, "I'm used to it, and I rarely catch cold from the rain, but you, aren't you tired after a busy day?"

"Not tired," Jiang Cheng followed beside him, "What's the fun in the rain?"

Yang Yulang didn't stop and turned his head slightly to him and said, "Try closing your eyes and feel the difference in the rain."

Jiang Cheng obediently closed his eyes and listened quietly.

At first, he only heard his own heartbeat faster than usual and the uncomfortable coolness of the rain on his face. After he calmed down, he seemed to hear the shallow breathing of Yang Yulang who was close at hand, and the sound of the wind blowing around him. The sound of moving young leaves and the small squeak of insects from the grass.

After a while he opened his eyes.

"Did you hear it?" In the rain curtain, Yang Yulang's voice was soft, giving people a feeling of being far away.

"Yeah." Jiang Cheng took the coat in his hand, raised his eyes slightly and saw the drops of water on Yang Yulang's eyebrows, and naturally reached out to wipe them away.

Yang Yulang was slightly taken aback, moved his eyes away and walked forward: "Didn't you rest well last night?" Jiang Cheng took off his makeup, revealing the dark circles under his eyes that couldn't be concealed, "Is it too hard to study and work together? Reduce some."

"No," Jiang Cheng followed his footsteps, "It's nothing." He didn't dare to admit that most of the time he didn't sleep well because he was tired from studying and working, but because he couldn't sleep because of his thoughts.

Yang Yulang brushed away the peach branches in front of his eyes: "I'll ask Mozi to bring you some eye mask to remove dark circles. Your skin is also a little dry and needs maintenance."

Jiang Cheng's eyelids twitched: "No... don't you need it?"

"You're a model," Yang Yulang looked at him. "If you don't take care of your body, it won't look good on the camera. If the effect is not good, you need to put on makeup. Too much makeup is not good for your skin."

Uh, that seems to make sense.

Alas, I shouldn't have agreed to be this Lao Shizi model at the beginning, or I should change my career.