Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

I remember asking Duan Wu for help, with my elbow on the edge of the guardrail, standing next to him pretending to tease him but actually trying to get some answers.

"I thought you researchers were all out of touch with vulgar tastes and worldly matters, but you have quite a bit of worldly air here." Ji Zhun held the cigarette butt in his mouth, and there was a hint of sweetness in the aftertaste. He was not used to the taste, but when he thought that this was Duan Wu's cigarette, he smacked it twice for some reason.

"Doesn't your girlfriend hate you for smoking?" Jizhun felt that his turn of phrase was a bit abrupt.

Duan Wu tilted his head to look at him, sparks flickered for a moment, and behind the smoke was a face with no emotions visible. "I don't have a girlfriend."

Jizhun didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment. It was as if he saw a piece of meat on the roadside and went knocking on doors to ask whose house the meat belonged to.

After knocking for a while, Rou opened his mouth impatiently and asked him if he wanted to eat the meat that was delivered to his door. If not, he left.

He remembered an old meme he had drawn before, which was about a man who heard his crush say that he was not married, and his mind automatically filled in the blanks with "Hello, get married!"

Ji Zhun couldn't help but smile. "Hey, Brother Duan, you are such a great man, but you don't have a girlfriend?" He flicked the ash from his cigarette and shook his calves leisurely. "You have too high standards?"

"What's your ideal type? There are so many pretty girls in our industry. Can I introduce some to you?"

These words seemed to show how familiar they were with each other. I remember feeling disgusted for a second, and then I saw Duan Wu take the almost burned cigarette butt and put it out on the trash can.

"I don't need a girlfriend. It's time for a lunch meeting." After saying that, he opened the door and walked out.

I don't need a girlfriend? What does that mean?

Ji Zhun wanted to chase him and ask, but he couldn't stop Duan Wu because he had to go to work. He scratched his head and tried to analyze what the definition of not needing a girlfriend was.

Don't want to date? Single? Or just don't like women?

No, can’t such an important matter be analyzed in detail?

Zhang Fei sent a message to Ji Zhun telling him that the lunch meeting would last half an hour and that Duan Wu would accompany them to shoot in the afternoon. Ji Zhun returned to the lounge, turned on his computer and began to cram on the equipment he had seen in the morning.

Especially for Diana 3, a lot of information and papers about Diana 3 can be found on the Internet. After all, it is a technology from five years ago and is not a secret.

But over the years there has not been a comprehensive platform for ordinary people to feel the rapid development of aerospace technology, so that this great achievement seems to have been heard of by no one except aerospace workers and enthusiasts.

Five years ago, Duan Wu was only 24 years old and won the National Science and Technology Special Contribution Award. The other winners were several years older than him. I remember seeing this award and starting to compare myself.

After comparing for a long time, he felt that people should not be too ambitious. At the age of 27, as long as he has not been imprisoned for spreading obscene and pornographic materials, he can be considered a successful person.

Most people are actually not able to withstand repeated research and understanding. The more they understand, the more they lose interest and find that he is just an ordinary person with nothing special.

But Duan Wu is different. Remember to read the work report he posted on the official homepage carefully. You can imagine the state, expression and look of Duan Wu when he typed each line.

The slender fingers tapped back and forth on the keyboard, and occasionally frowned because of the lag, and drank a cup of coffee or smoked a cigarette to relieve the fatigue in the brain.

Every word is worth exploring.

I was watching it with great interest when I received a friend request on WeChat. The avatar was a starry sky, and the source was a friend’s business card.

I knew at first sight that this person was Duan Wu. There was no other reason, it was just my feeling.

He quickly went over and sent a kitten greeting emoticon.

【AAA Photography Notes: Brother Duan?】

【. ：Come to 203 and change clothes. 】

I remembered it was really Duan Wu at first glance, and I happily changed a note.

Duan Wu took the initiative to add him. How is this different from proposing marriage?

The earlier moral construction that one should not touch the pillars of society had long been forgotten. I remember that I did not call the other two people who were taking a nap, and I tiptoed, closed the door, and walked towards 203.

Room 203 is not far from the lounge, and it says "Utility Room" on it. Remember to knock on the door and it will open by itself.

He walked in and found that it was full of cabinets with white coats of various models hanging on them, and there was a faint smell of disinfectant.

It turned out to be a locker room. Remember to rub your chin. He had just accepted a manuscript about a locker room. The setting of the single protagonist was very powerful and violent.

He thought about it for a long time. The handsome young man was trapped under the cabinet in an awkward position. There were four or five people standing in the room. The details of the scene kept appearing in his mind.

"Come in." Duan Wu's voice came from the room. For a moment, he felt that this voice overlapped with the picture that he had failed to pass the review.

With a shudder on his back, he pulled aside the curtain and walked into the room. Duan Wu was slowly and methodically buttoning the last button on his chest.

The latex gloves were a bit tight, and the fingertips were squeezed in, leaving shallow marks on the flesh, stretching to the wrists. The hands were slender and full of strength, and the fair skin was wrapped in the semi-permeable gloves.

His expression was still as indifferent as before. Duan Wu saw that Ji Zhun was staring at him and asked with concern, "Change your clothes. It's very dusty."

Jizhun shook his head, picked up the white coat on the table and put it on, explaining the peeping behavior that had just been caught, "Usually I take a nap at this time, so I'm still a little groggy."

I don't know if I heard it wrong, but Duan Wu seemed to laugh and said, "If you feel sleepy, you can sleep for half an hour. I'll wait for you."

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm tired of sitting. I'll just start filming."

There were only two of them in the room. Ji Zhun's mind was wandering while he was changing clothes. Fortunately, Duan Wu didn't have the ability to read minds, otherwise if they called the police at this moment, he would be sentenced to life imprisonment.

This feeling continued until the start of the filming. Jizhun's attention was finally occupied by work. The formal filming took place in the afternoon. Through the perspective of touring together, I listened to Duan Wu's explanation of some key equipment.

They did not review the script in advance, and the team in this field could not prepare any script. They could only remember to ask questions to guide Duan Wu's rhythm.

As a graduate of a serious media university, this kind of filming was no pressure at all for Ji Zhun. The whole process was harmonious and relaxed. Occasionally he would make a joke and Duan Wu would cooperate by smiling.

There was no laughter, just a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, letting people know that he was trying hard to respond to Ji Zhun's topic. His look made Ji Zhun's heart beat faster.

Passing by Bright Moon 3, Jizhun wanted to show off the knowledge he had learned after cramming for half an hour. He rarely took the lead and said a few words, which won Duan Wu's approval. "You are right."

I remember smiling from ear to ear when I heard this compliment.

The photographer was about to say something, but he didn't dare to interrupt his buddy.

He just wanted to remind her to remember that the peacock's tail was blocking the camera...

After the first shot was over and the camera light went out, Duan Wu suddenly put his hands in his pockets and leaned forward to get closer to the camera.

Ji Zhun didn't expect him to come over so suddenly, so he quickly took a half step back. He smelled the smell of detergent and disinfectant mixed together on Duan Wu's white coat. His eyes involuntarily moved to the slender and white neck, but unfortunately he couldn't see much because it was covered by the shirt.

"…What, what's wrong, Brother Duan?"