Crossover Actors - Chapter 32

[Chapter 32]

The nightgown was completely open, and from neck to ankle, Lu Wen’s body was directly exposed to Qu Yanting. If there is a waiter passing by, they must think he is a pervert.

Or, thought they both had such a leg.

Lu Wen closed his front with a “swoosh”, his head buzzed, and he was completely dumbfounded. He lowered his head to confirm that he was wearing underwear.

His face turned purple, and his double eyelids widened: “What are you doing!”

Qu Yanting curled up his erring fingers, muttered “sorry”, his eyes lingered on Lu Wen’s chest, and he wandered down to peep at the covered waist and abdomen .

“What are you looking at!” Lu Wen folded the two plackets, wishing he could even cover his Adam’s apple, tightened his belt, and made two strong dead buttons.

Suddenly, Qu Yanting asked, “Don’t you feel pain?”

Lu Wen paused for a while, and he did feel a little pain in his body. He didn’t pay attention, and only mentioned it when talking to Lu Zhanqing.

Qu Yanting saw just now that Lu Wen had a bruise on his chest, as well as on his waist, thighs and knees. The real hardest hit area should be his invisible back.

The scars were caused by Wia’s protective belt, as well as multiple throws and rolls.

Lu Wen moved his shoulders, and the muscles in his chest and back were hurting, revealing traces of soreness. He had no choice but to wait for the night.

Qu Yanting asked Lu Wen to wait.

He went through the suitcase and brought a bottle of medicinal wine and a few boxes of plasters, his must-haves when traveling on business. Plasters are divided into pain relief, blood circulation promoting and stasis removing, he briefly explained to Lu Wen.

Lu Wen was too stimulated tonight, his spirit was weak, and he was dumbfounded when he responded.

Qu Yanting asked patiently, “Do you understand how to put it on?”

Lu Wen frowned: “Do you think I’m stupid?”

“…” Qu Yanting saw that he was “rescued” from a high fever, “If you can’t stick it on your back, use help?”

Lu Wen frowned even more, his brows locked with the vigilance of a man from a good family. He snatched the thing, like a stubborn donkey: “No, I can reach it with my arms.” The

two doors closed.

Qu Yanting fell asleep after his minor illness was not cured.

After Lu Wen’s troubles, he took a bunch of plasters, which were more complicated than a female star’s facial mask. He opened two boxes and put them on the mirror.

The dead knot on his waist couldn’t be undone. He was a loser and frizzy, and it snapped with scissors. No matter where it hurts, I stick it like a hand account, and it smells like medicine all over my body.

Lu Wen turned off the light and went to bed, with the quilt in his arms, covering his pounding heartbeat and stealing the bell.

The next morning, with thin sunlight. Lu Wen turned off the alarm clock on his mobile phone.

Unlocking it, with his index finger hanging on the screen, he buried his face in the pillow and took a deep breath, then summoned up the courage to open the text message box.

All night, I did not receive any text messages from Qu Yanting.

He quit, and who still sends text messages now, it’s too earthy. Open WeChat – address book – new friends, the interface is peaceful, and there is no friend request from Qu Yanting.

As soon as Lu Wen’s feet clenched, he made an anxious crease on the sheets.

He opened Alipay, collected energy to feed the chickens, and worked in an APP in a fake mode. When he was done, he clicked on the conversation with Qu Yanting and watched it quietly.

Qu Yanting did not set an avatar, just like a zombie.

Lu Wen stared at “520” as seriously as reading a math problem. Through inferences from other facts, does Qu Yanting really have no other intentions? There was no movement all night, could it be the legendary hard-to-eat?

He rolled around, and the area where the plaster was applied didn’t hurt much.

Lu Wen clicked on the dialog box, entered “Thank you for the plaster”, deleted it, changed it to “The plaster works well”, and then deleted it. No matter what, it feels so disgusting.

Lu Wen regretted that he didn’t learn the language well. After some struggle, he changed Xie Yu into a blunt exhortation: Remember to go for an infusion today, don’t say I didn’t remind you.

Five seconds after sending, the WeChat alert rang.

“I fucking knew it!” It must have been a friend request from Qu Yanting.

Lu Wen quickly opened WeChat, and a message appeared at the top of the chat list.

Sun Xiaojian sent it: Departing at seven o’clock, waiting for you in the lobby.

Lu Wen: “…”

At seven o’clock sharp, the nanny car left the hotel garden on time.

Qu Yanting flexed his shoulders and neck, worked on the manuscript for an hour, and was a little tired. He turned the leather chair half a circle, facing the bright sky outside the window.

He continued to drink half a cup of black coffee, read manuscripts, returned comments for revisions, and had a meeting with the studio, busy until noon.

Before hanging up the line, Yu Nan said, “Boss, the weather forecast says that the temperature in Chongqing will drop, so be careful of catching a cold.”

It was late, but Qu Yanting did not reveal that he was ill.

Yu Nan asked, “Boss, have you brought enough thick clothes? Shall I send you two?”

“Did you make a mistake?” Qiao’s twitter came over, “Buy the Jiefangbei, Gucci, LV, Armani, if you serve him like this, he will gradually stop going to the mall!”

Qu Yanting always walks around the mall, especially the one-to-one place with the teller in the store. Listening to Qiao’s arrangement of him, he slumped and said, “No need, I’ll buy it myself.”

Yu Nan confirmed: “I really don’t need it?”

Qu Yanting said calmly, “Well, it’s not far from Jiefangbei.

Qiao Bian shouted sweetly, “Qu Bian, bring me a bottle of perfume!” Qu

Yanting said sternly: “I’ll burn a bag for you.”

After hanging up the line, Qu Yanting didn’t mean to go shopping at all, but he needed warm clothes. After thinking for a while, he opened Taobao and bought two pieces.

Taobao and Alipay were in the same group, and there was a small red circle with unread messages on the blue label. Qu Yanting didn’t open a message reminder, and only then did he see the message Lu Wen sent in the morning.

After four or five hours, it seems that there is no need to reply.

Thinking of that bruise and purple, Qu Yanting cares about her politely: Are you feeling better?

Two minutes later, Lu Wen replied: Much better.

Qu Yanting is afraid that fools won’t know. Editor: Tear it off today, don’t post it for too long.

Lu Wen: Got it, do you still need to post it again?

Qu Yanting: No need for pain.

Lu Wen: It’s not used up, there’s still a lot left.

Qu Yanting: Keep the rest.

Lu Wen: Why do you stock up so many plasters?

Qu Yanting: My waist is not good.

After sending it out, he regretted it. His fingers stretched for a while, and he made up for it and explained: Often sitting for a long time to write a manuscript, the waist will hurt.

After a long time, Lu Wen replied: Oh.

A simple word, cut off the desire/desire to continue chatting, and Qu Yanting stopped replying.

Lu Wen was sitting under the rest shed of the RV. As soon as the message alert sounded, his heart was lifted. Every time I reply, the higher it gets, and now it gets stuck in my throat.

The conversation seemed to be over, but he didn’t quit, for fear that Qu Yanting would have another sentence.

A person came around at the back of the car. It was Ruan Feng. The voice who had studied drama was as clear as a spring, and he called out sweetly and affectionately: “—Brother Lu Wen!”

Lu Wen shivered with fright. After a while, Ruan Feng came over. He hurriedly locked the screen and stuffed the phone in his pocket.

“Hi.” Lu Wen squeezed out a smile.

Ruan Feng took the plastic bag and sat down in the chair next to him. His RV was behind this one, and after looking through the window for a while, he saw no one, so he went around to look for it.

With an unnatural smile still hanging on his face, Lu Wen asked, “Is there anything you want to do with me?”

Ruan Fengyang opened the corner of his mouth, a white-toothed shell made a bright smile, and handed over the plastic bag: “Brother Lu Wen, can you do me a favor? Lu Wen held it up ,

it weighed three or four pounds, and there were several large bunches of grapes in the mouth of the bag, ordinary varieties, but carefully selected, the grains were fresh and full.

He was puzzled: “This is it?”

Ruan Feng said: “I can’t get out of the night show tonight. Please help me with Teacher Qu.”

Lu Wen was stunned: “This is inappropriate…”

“What’s wrong? It’s suitable.” Ruan Feng used sugar-coated cannonballs, “Brother Lu Wen, I know you are enthusiastic, so you can help.”

Lu Wentou was worried: “Actually, no, the hotel provides fruit every day.”

Ruan Feng insisted: “But There may not be grapes.”

Not necessarily, but grapes are not a rare fruit, do you have to eat them? “Brother Lu Wen, I won’t treat you as an outsider.” Ruan Feng grasped the measure and revealed, “I know by accident that

Mr. Qu is sick, especially with a fever, and likes to eat grapes.”

at a glance.

He couldn’t tell whether Ruan Feng was sincere to Qu Yanting or to please him, but he was sure that Qu Yanting was not serious to Ruan Feng, even if it used to be, now he is not single.

People are always fond of the new and dislike the old, and Qu Yanting’s current thoughts are mostly tied to him.

Ruan Feng smiled unconsciously: “Brother Lu Wen, what do you like to eat?”

“Ah? It’s all good.”

“One day we will finish work early, and I will invite you to dinner.”

Lu Wen became more and more guilty, not knowing how to face Ruan Feng. He couldn’t help but reflect, Qu Yanting fell in love with him, did he have a responsibility that he couldn’t escape?

As the saying goes, I don’t kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. The current situation is that he does not seduce Qu Yanting, but Qu Yanting is fascinated by him.

Lu Wen felt tormented, and smiled reluctantly and guilty: “Xiao Ruan…you called me brother, I invite you.”

“It’s all good, then it’s settled!” Ruan Feng readily responded, and the assistant asked him to touch up his makeup , he ran and shouted back, “Brother Lu Wen, thank you!” In the

evening, when the sun was shining, Qu Yanting returned to the hotel after the infusion. On the way, Ruan Feng called and asked Lu Wen to bring him a bag of grapes.

Dinner in the room is delivered first, light four dishes and one soup. Qu Yanting simply took a few bites, then hugged the computer nest on the sofa to change the script, and occasionally stroked his watch.

Typing out a line of words, there was a faint sound of footsteps approaching in the corridor, and his fingertips hovered, presumably Lu Wen returned from work.

Sure enough, the doorbell rang.

Qu Yanting didn’t look at the cat’s eye and opened the door directly, but unexpectedly outside was Lu Wen’s manager Sun Xiaojian. He stepped back half a palm and grabbed the doorknob. Sun Xiaojian smiled, his attitude was better than Lu Wen’s, and his tone was also respectful: ” Qubian

, excuse me, have you eaten yet?” Qu Yanting pursed her lips and said “um”, so light that it melted in the air

.

Sun Xiaojian didn’t dare to talk nonsense, and handed the bag to explain his purpose: “Qubian, these are the grapes that Mr. Ruan gave you, and I asked Lu Wen to bring them to you.”

Qu Yanting didn’t understand why Lu Wen didn’t give it to him in person, so he had to ask the agent to do it too much. Doing it for him, 6207 closed the door, he asked, “Lu Wen didn’t come back?”

“Come back.” Sun Xiaojian was afraid to appear rude and lied, “He was in a hurry to go to the toilet and went into the room.” In the

opposite room, Lu Wen leaned against the door. , pressed the back of his head against the door panel, and heard the conversation outside clearly. Qu Yanting collected Ruan Feng’s grapes while caring about his whereabouts.

What is this called? This is called eating what is in the bowl and looking at what is in the pot.

What else is this called? He also asked to grab with both hands, and wanted to be hard with both hands.

Lu Wen couldn’t accept it, he couldn’t afford it, so he would hide away.

Qu Yanting carried the grapes to the kitchen, washed them with cold water, and the three bunches filled a pot. Picking one can fill the cheeks, the juice is sweet, and the pulp is soft and elastic.

Qu Yanting fell ill with a fever when he was a child, so Qu’s father picked a bunch of grapes from the vine at home. Use the refrigerator to freeze for a while in spring and summer, and pass cold water in autumn and winter to calm his throat.

In the unfruitful season, Qu’s father bought it, deceived him that it was picked, and he wrote it back.

Qu Yanting sat in the space between the sofa and the coffee table, revising the script while eating.

The phone rang. It was Ren Shu who came back from Beijing last night. Qu Yanting temporarily lost his appetite in the ringtone, delayed to the limit, and pressed the speakerphone.

During a chat with a friend, Ren Shu didn’t know he was ill, and asked him if he was tired a few days ago because he didn’t go to the crew today.

“It’s okay.” Qu Yanting doesn’t like to complain and report his worries, “It’s fine if I don’t delay things for you.”

Ren Shu’s voice filled the entire living room: “You’re boring like this, it’s such a heavy rain, it’s a real shot, and it’s empty all night. The shots are all done, oh my…”

Qu Yanting said, “What?”

“What do you say? It’s awesome!” Ren Shu laughed heartily, “Yan Ting, if you have a team of your own, you will shoot better. ”

Every director has such a team, including photography, lighting, art, and editing. Everyone is familiar with the director’s style and routine, and there is an artistic tacit understanding between them.

Qu Yanting was silent for a few seconds, then he laughed, like laughing at himself: “What kind of team do I want as a screenwriter, it’s enough for you.”

Ren Shule said: “I’m tired? Then I’m embarrassed to go on.”

Qu Yanting understood . : “Is something wrong?”

“About the 78th scene.” Ren Shu was a little embarrassed, “Can I change it tonight? I want Teacher Yang Bin to finish it ahead of schedule.

” The old opera bones are famous for their dedication, suffering from rheumatism and asthma, and they struggled very hard after the cold weather. Ren Shu knew, and couldn’t bear it, and wanted the other party to leave the group earlier.

Qu Yanting browsed the document page and agreed: “Okay, I will send you an email tonight.”

“That’s great, it’s really my buddy!” Ren Shu shouted that his phone became hot, “I’ll go to Teacher Yang when I receive the script, and talk to him. For one scene, filming will start tomorrow morning.”

Qu Yanting repeated softly, “Tomorrow morning?”

Ren Shu replied, “Yes, it’s actually a stopper, so it won’t affect other scenes.”

Not only do the script need to be changed tonight, but the actors also need to memorize them by heart. . Qu Yanting looked at Ye Shan’s lines in the document and asked, “What about Lu Wen?”

“I almost forgot him and called him together.” After Ren Shu finished speaking, he was very puzzled, “It’s strange, I’m not in the hotel. I met him.”

Of course you never met him, Qu Yanting said.

In order to save time and effort, he adopted a compromise approach and took the task on him: “Well, I’ll take care of him.”

Two hours later.

Lu Wen soaked in the bathtub, in the hot water circulation mode, with his arms on the edge, and the muscles of his arms were coated with a layer of water.

He leaned back on the towel, annoyed, and sang in the light mist: “I really want to be completely free, escape from your grasp, start a new life, and find a new self that is happy and does not shrink back…” The

ringtone interrupted . took him.

The phone vibrated on the dressing table, Lu Wenchi/naked out of the bath, and stepped on the floor towel. It was an unfamiliar and regular number, not like a scam. He picked it up: “Hello, who is it?”

“It’s me.”

Qu Yanting’s voice.

Lu Wen shuddered and threw his bathrobe in a panic. After thinking too much in three or five seconds, what did Qu Yanting call him? for what purpose? Can’t stand without seeing him for a day?

Stabilizing his mind, he slid his Adam’s apple back and forth: “What, what?”

Qu Yanting said, “Come to my room.”

The author has something to say: I’ll sort out the superstar’s playlist another day (just talk about it)

[End of This Chapter]