Crossover Actors - Chapter 27

[Chapter 27]

Lu Wen sat up like a corpse, his eyes were still red, and he stared at Li Dapeng: “What did you say? Is it what Teacher Qu meant to arrange a life assistant for me?”

“Yes.” Li Dapeng said, “Xiao Zhang You told me so.” The

blanket slipped off his shoulders, and Lu Wen was stunned as he hung up his arms. Sun Xiaojian opened his mouth and looked quite surprised.

“I’m going to clean up, pack up the dirty clothes, and return them to Teacher Fu Dao tomorrow.” Li Dapeng took the towel and water cup and went to the small living room, pulling up the screen fan.

Lu Wen and Sun Xiaojian looked at each other for a while.

Lu Wen was anxiously scratching his short hair, so Qu Yanting arranged for him an assistant on the afternoon when Qu Yanting taught him a play. He had been enjoying Qu Yanting’s care for him, but he didn’t realize it.

Sun Xiaojian said, “Qu Bian does this, it shows that he appreciates you very much, and our initial goal has been achieved?”

Lu Wen slid into the bed and turned over to face the wall. He didn’t know whether he appreciated it or not, he only remembered that he had bumped into Qu Yanting countless times, and now his chest was swollen and full of guilt.

Unpredictable, the body passed the speed bump and jolted a bit.

Lu Wen noticed this, turned his head and asked, “What’s the matter? The car is moving?”

Sun Xiaojian said, “I’m tired and stupid, how can I go back to the hotel if I don’t move?”

Lu Wen said anxiously, “But Mr. Qu hasn’t gotten into the car yet. !”

Except for the artist and the costume team, the others have not finished work. After the car accident was filmed, it was necessary to take another set of scenes without people.

In the early morning, it is one of the nodes of light change, and it is necessary to re-judg the scene light. Qu Yanting sat under the rain shelter, with Erlang’s legs on his legs, and drew a new sketch on his legs with pen and paper.

He looked up at the street and designed the lighting for each location. Yu Guang suddenly ran towards this side in the middle, he lowered his head and turned the pen holder nervously.

“Qu Bian,” Duan Meng drilled into the shed, “the machine has been protected again, no problem.”

Qu Yanting said briefly, “Well, it’s hard work.” The

rain was too heavy, and Duan Meng didn’t mean to leave, so he stayed by the side: “Qubian, your posture has the feeling of sketching from life. You have learned painting, but you are still studying directing. When did you learn it?”

Qu Yanting had studied it before, but he was not a professional, and when he learned a director, it was necessary to draw storyboards, and he learned it in general. But he credited the enlightener, saying, “I learned from my father when I was a child.” Duan Meng said, ” Ling

Zun must be a cultural person, can’t he be a painter?”

The usual perfunctory way of adults.

After marking the last stroke, he directly said: “A takes the big rocker arm and starts work.” He

returned to the hotel.

Lu Wen took a hot bath and washed himself from head to toe. He didn’t even bother to move his fingers, so the old monk sat down in front of the dressing table and called Sun Xiaojian to come in and serve him.

“Blow your head first.”

Sun Xiaojian rolled up his sleeves and went behind Lu Wen to blow his hair. After drying, Lu Wen lowered his cervical spine.

“Why?”

“Wipe your neck.”

Men often wear shirts. Under their crisp collars, the exposed back of their necks is a man’s second face, which must be properly maintained. Lu Wen lowered his head, and Sun Xiaojian helped him wipe his body with dew, with gentle movements, for fear of rubbing his skin with rough hands.

Lu Wen inadvertently thought of Qu Yanting touching his face, and also thinking that he was holding Qu Yanting’s palm.

The hands holding the pen and typing should be used to a good life, but the touch was clear, and he felt a layer of calluses on Qu Yanting’s hands.

Lu Wen went back to the bedroom and lay down. After a day and a night of spinning around, once he touched the big bed, his limbs and bones were completely relaxed.

There was a sticky note on the bedside lamp, written before going out, listing a list of items: water bath, mist heat therapy, full body massage, and reserved a private cinema.

Sun Xiaojian asked, “Have you already ordered? Are you still going?”

“Go fuck.” Lu Wen was as lazy as a dead dog. “Now that the sky is falling, I will not leave this bed.”

Sun Xiaojian said regretfully, “What a waste.”

Lu Wen was used to being generous and said, “You want to go If you want, just go, it’s tiring to stay with you for one night, call Brother Peng, and if you want to do anything else, just put my room number.”

Li Dapeng cooked the ginger soup and brought a bowl.

Lu Wen drank it clean in one breath, and it was warm inside and out. He asked Sun Xiaojian and Li Dapeng to go back to rest.

The whole suite fell silent, Lu Wen bowed for a moment, sleepy and tired but couldn’t sleep. In the high sky outside the window, there is a little bright white light in the gloom, it is the dawn in the rain.

Did the other groups finish work?

Did the filming go well?

Which car does Qu Yanting take back?

Lu Wen couldn’t sleep more and more, buzzing, the phone vibrated briefly, and Sun Xiaojian sent a message: Are you asleep?

Pressing his wrist on the pillow, Lu Wen replied: Why?

Sun Xiaojian: On Weibo, Ruan Feng is following you, please go back to the customs.

Lu Wen hasn’t been online for a while, and he opened Weibo suspiciously, startled. He added tens of thousands of followers, and he glanced at it, basically all of Ruan Feng’s fans.

Usually there are about 100 comments per Weibo, but now there are nearly 1,000 unread comments in the comment column. Lu Wen clicked, and Ruan Feng’s fans left a message for him, to the effect: handsome guy, take good care of my family Ruan Ruan, be kind.

Something is wrong.

The actors in the crew are very close to each other. Lu Wen holds the mobile phone, but he can’t press the follow button for a long time. He froze for a while, and finally quit Weibo.

Sun Xiaojian’s news came after him: Have you returned to the customs?

Lu Wen lied: I forgot my login password.

The rain outside the window was uncertain, and a strong wind blew by chance, clamoring to open the umbrellas of pedestrians.

Lu Wen couldn’t fall asleep, so he wrapped his nightgown and moved to the sofa in the living room. Half an hour later, when there were faint footsteps in the corridor, he immediately got up.

Qu Yanting returned from work, wasted a rainy night, and was soaked all over. The coat was grasped in his hand, and the damp smoke-purple sweater darkened in color, and the down was covered with fine drops of water.

He was very tired, his steps were slow, he walked to 6206 and swiped his card with his head bowed. The dark and wet hair fell on his forehead, and when he raised his head, he gently pulled it behind his head.

Qu Yanting entered the door, closed the door, and unbuttoned a shirt in the narrowing gap.

The door closed, leaving only a faint trace of water on the surface of the doorknob.

Behind the door of 6207, Lu Wen stuck his cat’s eye and couldn’t see anything. But the figure in my mind has not disappeared. It is different from the usual restraint and the decisiveness of the commanders on the set. Just now, Qu Yanting looked embarrassed and unruly.

Like a tree that trembles in the wind and rain but is strong.

Qu Yanting was too cold and tired. After taking a hot shower, he didn’t even have the strength to blow his hair. The doorbell rang, he ignored it, and it didn’t take long for the bell to be knocked on the door.

The waiter wouldn’t do that, he probably guessed who it was.

Qu Yanting was tired of coping with it, so he went to open the door with a towel on his back, and only opened the door shyly.

Outside the door, Lu Wen held a small pot in both hands: “Mr. Qu, there are more than one bowls of ginger soup cooked by the assistant. I heard you came back and brought it for you to drink.”

Qu Yanting was a little surprised and asked: “You drink Have you passed?”

At the end of the corridor, the waiter came to him on the first morning patrol in the morning. Qu Yanting was afraid that the waiter would greet him, so he opened the door and let Lu Wen enter the room.

As he went in, Lu Wen said, “I’ve already drank it, and the rest is left to cool. I wanted to warm it up and serve it to you, but I’m not very good at using kitchen appliances.” After closing the

door, Qu Yanting said, “I warm it myself . Just fine.”

The two suites have the same structure, and Lu Wen brought the ginger soup to the open kitchen. Qu Yanting took out a set of bowls and cups from the cabinet, and heated them in a steamer.

He asked casually, “The assistant cooked it for you?”

Lu Wen didn’t answer, but instead asked, “Mr. Qu, is that the assistant you arranged for me?”

Qu Yanting was stunned for two seconds. Only then did he confirm: “Looks like… I told Xiao Zhang.”

Lu Wen’s big hand pressed on the island, just like the swimming pool shore that day, it was hot. He is an eighteen line, and has always been neglected, so why has anyone ever taken care of him like this.

“You…” He asked hypocritically and looked forward to it, “Why are you being so kind to me?”

Qu Yanting was obviously taken aback: “No.”

“Why not?” Lu Wen was inexplicably anxious, “There are so many actors in the crew, Why did you arrange an assistant for me?”

Qu Yanting replied, “Because others already have assistants.”

Lu Wen was speechless, and the cardiovascular area was also a bit blocked.

After a momentary change in expression, Qu Yanting understood, raised his eyebrows and asked, “What’s the matter, do you think I attach great importance to you?”

Lu Wen guiltily concealed the matter, “No, what should I pay attention to? Yes , but he’s a little more handsome than others.”

Qu Yanting also asked, “Are you particularly moved?”

“I’ve said it all.” ”

Qu Yanting began to bully people again: “Then you stop working and don’t sleep, so you ran over to deliver ginger soup.”

Lu Wen was embarrassed to death, and said indiscriminately: “I can’t finish it, I just don’t want to waste it. Besides, I actually …Actually, I came to get the sweater.” I

missed this, Qu Yanting calmed down a little: “The sweater…wet.”

“Then I have to pay it back.” Lu Wen couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “I only have such a black dress. I will pay it back now.”

Qu Yanting was a little embarrassed. He wanted to wash it and pay it back. Came to ask for it. He walked to the bathroom, taking off his sweater and putting it in the laundry basket.

Suddenly, the phone rang on the sofa, and it was probably Ren Shu who was stuck in time to greet the shooting situation. Qu Yanting

turned the corner to answer the phone, got used to it, and said to Lu Wen, “The sweater is in the dirty clothes basket. Go get it yourself.”

He walked into the bathroom, the light was on, the glass door of the shower was half-open, and the lingering heat wafted out.

The dirty laundry basket was right next to the sink, full of clothes, and Lu Wen leaned over to turn it over.

Within five seconds, Lu Wen came out of the bathroom empty-handed and shouted, “I don’t want the sweater!”

Qu Yanting dragged to the last bell to answer, but was startled by the voice and accidentally hung up. He asked inexplicably: “I was so impatient just now, why don’t you want it again?”

Lu Wen stumbled: “It’s all deformed, I don’t want it anyway.”

Qu Yanting said, “Then I’ll pay you one.

” No need.” Lu Wendao, “I’ll take it for you.”

He went to the kitchen to get a small pot, walked out, walked to the entrance, twisted the door, and saw the carnation in the vase. The petals tended to wither, but Qu Yanting kept sticking it in.

“Mr. Qu,” Lu Wen paused, “Anyway, thank you for taking care of me.”

Qu Yanting said, “You’re welcome.” As soon as he finished speaking

, Lu Wen clenched the doorknob tightly, his momentum was terrifying: “But it’s a yard away. One yard, I have to remind you, don’t let people enter your bathroom casually in the future!”

Bang! The door slammed shut.

Qu Yanting stayed beside the sofa, his eyes were three-pointed ignorant and one-point frightened.

He was yelled at by that 250 again? I don’t know if I’m too tired, or I’m used to it, but I can’t even lose a trace of temper, I just feel inexplicable.

Qu Yanting took off the wet towel around his neck and put it back in the bathroom. After passing through the dirty laundry basket, he wanted to confirm the degree of deformation of the sweater. If it’s not a big problem, he sends it in for dry cleaning.

The clothes in the basket were the clothes that were taken off before taking a shower. The coat was thrown in first, followed by the sweater, trousers, and shirt. The outer layer of clothes was pressed down.

“I didn’t take it out, how do I know it’s deformed?” Qu Yanting muttered, picking up the top piece.

He froze for a moment, and the one his fingers drew was the last, wet, black briefs he took off.

So, this panty stays on top?

When Lu Wen was looking for the sweater, didn’t it…

Qu Yanting retracted his hand like an electric shock, and threw the panties back into the basket. He straightened up, understood why Lu Wen didn’t want it, and understood what Lu Wen roared.

He looked up in the mirror, incandescent black pajamas, two embarrassing blushes on his cheeks.

The author has something to say: Lu Wen: I was embarrassed.

[End of This Chapter]