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"I really will understand myself sooner."

"I don't know if I'm a good person. If I'm just a scumbag who is greedy for other people's bodies, you can also consider...reconsider...whether you like me."

When Wang Ping said this, he even choked up twice.

In all fairness, if Ji Zuo really reconsidered and decided not to like him, forget it, what about Wang Ping—this Wang Ping, I haven't had time to think about it.

Wang Ping just looked at Ji Zou nervously and apprehensively.

Wang Ping watched Ji Zuo raise his head, his eyes seemed to turn around casually, and then turned back to his face, showing a light smile.

next moment.

Wang Ping's forehead was touched by warm lips.

It's just a touch, and it's lighter than that day on the mountain.

But Wang Ping's ears turned red instantly.

Ji Zou raised his hand, put it on Wang Ping's head, and pressed lightly without letting go.

Wang Ping looked up at Ji Zou.

"Aren't I just saying 'chasing you more?'" Ji Zun asked with a smile, "Do you think I have chased you before?"

This problem is a bit more difficult.

Wang Ping thought about it carefully, and asked cautiously, "Did you chase me before?"

"Yes, it started when you joined the crew."

Wang Ping: "..."

Who can know that you are chasing me? ? ?Isn't it a brother? ?

Ji Zuo stared at Wang Ping with shocking eyes, and couldn't help laughing.

"So that's it. If I don't tell you, you will never know that I like you." Ji Zuo said, "I tell you, I don't want to force you to agree to me, but I hope you enjoy it, enjoy someone chasing you, someone likes you The process is fine."

"Being pursued by others is a beautiful process."

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping with soft eyes, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

"You may not know yet." Ji Zuo said softly, "You deserve the best of everything in this world."

·

What... what is the most beautiful thing! !

Wang Ping's ears were getting familiar again, the hot spring was so steaming that he wanted to fly into the sky, Ji Zou stroked his hair, rubbed it twice, and led him back to change his clothes.

After this day's conversation, Ji Actor stepped up his efforts to show his affection on the set, and Wang Ping stepped up his efforts to cooperate with him to show his affection, which is simply amazing.

Tao Yabo couldn't take it anymore - she came to film! !I want to come to film and chase someone by the way! !If Renmei catches up with her, she'll beg for it, but what's the matter with being stuffed with dog food every day? ? ?

Tao Yabo covered his eyes, and he didn't care who was standing next to him, complained: "Mr. Tang, I think I'm going blind."

"Hehe, young man, it's normal to be unable to control your emotions." Mr. Tang also looked at Ji Zuo and Wang Ping cheerfully, and felt that he had read some of the fun of chasing and fighting with his wife when he was young.

Tang Hongtu looked at it for a while, then said with a smile: "Miss Tao, don't be angry, you should prepare for the next scene, today is physical work."

Thinking of this, Tao Yabo became even more depressed.

Today is going to be filming a scene where the sect besieges Xiao and Ye. After Jiang Yan returns, he reports the whereabouts of the two to the sect. The head of the sect puts Yu Jun under house arrest. He personally leads a team to encircle Xiao Cundeng and bring Ye Minghuai back.

Filming of literary dramas was finished yesterday, today we will be filming pure martial arts.

Martial arts group scenes need to be beautifully shot, exquisite, and the quality requirements are not low. Everyone must concentrate on it and move smoothly in order to film this scene.

One day, Wang Ping held up his sword and took pictures. When he finished work, he felt that his arms and shoulders were not his own.

After being removed by the makeup artist, Wang Ping leaned directly on the sofa and told the assistant: "You go back first, and pick me up in two hours."

Then, Wang Ping collapsed on the sofa, unconscious.

Wang Ping was indeed extremely tired, but he was tense and couldn't fall asleep at all. After lying down for a while, Wang Ping felt his shoulder was pressed hard.

Wang Ping woke up from the pain in an instant, opened his eyes, and saw Ji Zuo sitting next to him, rubbing his shoulders.

With great strength, Ji Zuo rubbed Wang Ping's shoulders away, then squatted down in front of him, grabbed his calf, and placed it on his knee.

"Don't, don't—" Ji Zuo rubbed the first time, and Wang Ping screamed, and grabbed the back of the sofa with his fingers, "It hurts! Don't squeeze it!"

"Pinch it only if it hurts." Ji Zuo tried harder instead, "It won't hurt until you rub it."

What kind of fallacy is this! ! !

Wang Ping's calf was locked by Ji Zou, and there was a burst of unbearable soreness. He tossed and turned on the sofa slightly. During the pain, he happened to look at Ji Zou, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Ji Zou's slightly pale, slightly pale lip color.

Wang Ping: "..."

It seems that he is not the only one who has been filming and playing for a whole day, Ji Zuo is also tired all day, he is so... seems a little bit, ignorant of good and bad?

After half a moment.

Ji Zuo, who was seriously rubbing Wang Ping's calf, paused with his fingers. He turned his head and looked at the hand on his shoulder.

Wang Ping pressed Ji Zuo's shoulder and kneaded it lightly. When Ji Zuo raised his head, he gave him a slight smile.

·

With Wang Ping reciprocating, Ji Zuo kneaded more vigorously. He kneaded very carefully, and the soreness quickly passed, and it became a very comfortable feeling.

However, after Ji Zuo's massage, Wang Ping felt a little helpless—it was so comfortable that he didn't want to go anywhere.

"I don't want to move anymore." Wang Ping opened his hands and slumped on the back of the sofa. "I'll sleep for a while, and I'll go back when the assistant comes over."

"It's cold here." Ji Zou disagreed with Wang Ping's idea.

Ji Zou thought for a while, squatted down in front of Wang Ping, and revealed his back to him: "Come up."

"No, no, no." Wang Ping quickly refused, "You also filmed martial arts scenes all day today."

Tired, it's because both of them are tired, Ji Zuo is not hard-pressed, Wang Ping is not that over the top, at this time someone else needs to carry him.

Hearing this refusal, Ji Zuo asked, "Isn't that just the right time for me to suffer?"

Wang Ping: "...what?"

"If I don't suffer, how can I earn performance? If I don't earn performance, how can I catch up with you?" Ji Zuo joked.

Wang Ping was not convinced by the joke.

It's impossible for Ji Zuo to show off just to catch up with him—he said that because he was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Wang Ping still knew this.

Wang Ping looked at Ji Zuo's stubbornly arched back, put his arms around him, and leaned against Ji Zuo's broad shoulders.

This is already a back posture, except that Wang Ping is still sitting firmly on the sofa.

"Okay." Wang Ping walked close to Ji, and said softly, "I've recited it, you chased me, and your performance earned you."

·

In the end, Ji Zuo stayed with Wang Ping for half an hour before taking him back to the dormitory building.

After Wang Ping went back, he went back to his room to take a shower. As soon as he entered, he saw the assistant who was doing something in his room.

Wang Ping put on his slippers and asked casually, "What else did you buy?"

"I didn't buy it." The assistant said, "Brother Bai Yi'an recently participated in a variety show. The master gave the ointment. I heard that when there are many martial arts scenes, put a piece on it. If it hurts, it will be fine the next day."

"There is such a good thing."

Wang Ping leaned over to grab the ointment and looked at it. From the appearance, he didn't see anything too strange, and even because of the simple packaging, it looked a bit like a three-no product.

Just as Wang Ping was about to put it down, there was a sound of Ji Zuo's pale lips today, and he firmly grasped the ointment in his hand again.

"Put these down first, and help me buy a spicy mix, for two, put it on the table and you can go back to rest first."

"it is good."

The assistant agreed to come down and went out to buy spicy mix for Wang Ping.

It takes at least 10 minutes for the spicy mix to be bought back. Wang Ping watched the assistant go out, and was just about to take a shower and find Ji Zou.

Three minutes later, Wang Ping was standing under the shower head, and suddenly thought of a serious question——

What if Ji Zuo has already eaten?

Wang Ping didn't care that he was wearing the emperor's new clothes, with his long legs straddled, and took in his mobile phone.

Wearing the emperor's new clothes, Wang Ping sent a message to Ji Zou: [Ji Zou, have you eaten yet? 】

After Wang Ping typed this line, he felt that the question was too straightforward, and it would lack a surprise effect when he went to him later, so he changed it——

Ping: [Ji Zuo, do you plan to eat within half an hour? 】

When Wang Ping's message came, Tang Jialin was asking Ji Zuo what he wanted to eat, and Ji Zuo told him to wait a while, and cut out to read Wang Ping's message.

After reading it in ten seconds, Ji Zuo's lips curved slightly——Brother Wang Ping's meaning is too easy to decode, a little...cute.

Wang Ping's phone lights up

Someone I might like: 【No plan, just hungry. 】

Ping: [Then don't plan. 】

Ping: [I think the first thing to do is to take a shower, what do you think? 】

Someone I might like: [I think Brother Wang Ping is right. 】

This is what I want!

Wang Ping lamented that his speech skills were absolutely seamless, and he arranged Ji Zuo perfectly, but Ji Zuo hadn't found out yet, and the surprise would definitely be doubled later.

Wang Ping threw away his mobile phone, took a shower happily, dried his hair, combed his hairstyle a little, picked out a pajamas, and went to look for Ji Zou with a spicy hot pot and ointment.

As soon as Wang Ping walked into Ji Zou's room, he sat down on his sofa in a familiar way, took out his own ointment like offering a treasure, and handed it to Ji Zou.

"This is an ointment that my good brother mixed up in a variety show. I heard that it has a miraculous effect. I can apply it wherever it hurts, and the pain will be gone the next day."

"Okay." Ji Zuo smiled.

"We'll eat Mala Mix tonight—there's no Mala Hot Pot here, but Mala Mix is ​​also delicious." Wang Ping lifted the lid again, happily introducing it to Ji Zuo.

The tired Wang Ping just now seemed to be washed away by the water, and he was full of energy again.

In this situation, it is really a little unclear who is chasing who between the two people in the room.

Ji Zuo guessed that it won't be long before the brother in front of him can really become his boyfriend.

"So everyone in Turnon is fine." Wang Ping returned the ointment from the dishes, and then talked about their turnon's brotherhood.

Ji Zuo listened quietly, and conveniently picked up a chopsticks dish for Wang Ping.

The spicy spicy mix in Northeast China is not as oily as Sichuan incense pot, but it has a special flavor. Eating such a portion after a tiring day will warm your stomach and heart equally.

After eating, Wang Ping curled up sleepily on the sofa, with his fingers hanging down, quietly watching Ji walk away to collect the garbage bit by bit.

Ji Zou didn't put away things quickly, as if enjoying the process of being watched by others, he only picked up two things when his phone rang suddenly.

Ji Zuo took out his mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID, frowned slightly, and walked to the window with the mobile phone in his hand.

It was Xia Zhuo who called.

This person is a director, the one who led Ji Zou into Venice.

Zhuo is outstanding Zhuo. As the name suggests, this director never follows the rules and has a kind of arrogant arrogance.

Maybe it was this incomparable arrogance that helped him, making him dare to use someone like Ji Zou, and let Ji Zou and him run with all their might, walking towards the world stage.

Xia Zhuo is very talented, but...he wants to pay back.

For example, today's call may be to ask Ji Zuo to make him fulfill his promise back then.

Ji Zuo let the phone ring for a while before answering: "Hello, Director Xia."

"Hey, Ji Actor, you are very busy, long time no see, do you remember me?"

"Are you joking?" Ji Zuo was a little helpless.

"Hey, I saw it, let's make a joke to brighten the atmosphere, and avoid asking for debts to annoy people." Xia Zhuo said with a smile, but the next moment, he suddenly became calm, "Actor, the original agreement, I think it's almost reached It's time to cash in."

"..."

The original agreement meant that after Ji Zou became famous, he would cooperate with Xia Zhuo in a film without any salary or difficulties. Back then, Ji Zou had no bargaining chips, so he could only give his future to others in exchange for what he wanted.

"I asked Lao Wu, you finished filming at the end of April, and I happened to start the machine at the beginning of May. Let's go to western Sichuan to make a movie."

It's really seamless...

It's not that Ji Zuo doesn't want to keep his promise, but...it's too seamless.

Wang Ping will wrap up in a week, and Ji Zuo will stay on the set until the end of April, and then move on to the next set.

In other words, Ji Zuo will not be able to appear by Wang Ping's side for at least half a year.

What will happen in the next six months, no one can predict.

Wang Ping already knows what it feels like to like, and there are countless outstanding people around him expressly hinting that he really...will wait for him?

What's more, I have no right to ask Wang to equal him.

Ji Zuo was disturbed for a while, and he agreed to Xia Zhuo indiscriminately. He didn't know what he said, so he hung up the phone.

Ji walked by the window and stood for a while, pretending to be still on the phone, and waited for his face to improve before going back to collect the trash.

Wang Ping dozed off on the sofa, glanced at Ji Zou inadvertently, frowned and sat up, staring at Ji Zou: "What's wrong with you?"

Ji Zuo was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "It's nothing, Brother Wang Ping... By the way, I'm going to throw out the trash."

·

How could there be nothing!

Wang Ping could clearly feel that after Ji Zuo answered the phone that day, his state changed to the feeling of parting before the Spring Festival.

I don’t know why I get a little distracted after eating every day. Although I am still as good as ever and fulfill the task of chasing people, it is obvious that I am not happy.

But don't ask.

Ask, it's because the scenes have been too depressing recently.

But there is one thing to say, the recent scenes are indeed very depressing; Jiang Yan reported that the group scene of the sect encircling Xiao Cundeng was filmed for a week. The fight in this scene ended with Ye Minghuai being poisoned and Xiao Cundeng took him back to the cave. The fight came to a halt.

Ye Minghuai's last scene was a solo scene with Xiao Cundeng in the cave.

This scene was extremely cruel, and in order to polish it to the extreme, it took a week of filming, and everyone was very depressed.

Today is the last filming of this scene. After filming, Wang Ping finished filming and left the group.

The sky is gloomy today, with big black clouds rolling up beside the snow-capped mountains, and the cold wind gusts. It seems that the heavens are mourning for this scene.

The play started at the hot spring in the cave, and the crowd was temporarily trapped by the sound of fighting outside the cave, clamoring for Xiao Cundeng to come out and die.

Xiao Cundeng's heart and eyes were only for the poisoned Ye Minghuai. When he put Ye Minghuai into the hot spring and undressed him, his fingers were trembling.

"Brother... don't be afraid!" Xiao Cundeng panted heavily, "I'll force the poison out for you, just force the poison out—"

In fact, it won't get better at all, Xiao Cundeng has already injected internal strength, but it has no effect at all.

Just as Xiao Cundeng was about to strengthen his internal strength, Ye Minghuai grabbed his wrist—Ye Minghuai was soaking in the hot spring, his fingers were still as cold as ice, and Xiao Cundeng flinched.

Ye Minghuai smiled weakly, and shook his head lightly: "It's useless, junior."

"Cough." Ye Minghuai said, "This is Songshiqing of the sect. There is no antidote, and medicine and stone are ignored... I have no time."

"Impossible!" Xiao Cundeng left with a trembling wrist, and couldn't even push Ye Minghuai away from clasping his fingers, "Impossible, I will make you better."

Ye Minghuai didn't speak, just laughed, he stretched his empty hand into his bosom, and took out a diaper.

Ye Minghuai wanted to unfold the cock, but his fingers trembled violently. He was already unable to do such a simple thing.

Ye Minghuai stretched out for a few minutes, Xiao Cundeng stretched out his hand to help him, and then opened the mask. The moment he saw the face, Xiao Cundeng choked for breath, and Ye Minghuai smiled.

"Fortunately...it's good." Ye Minghuai turned Xiao Cundeng's hand over and rolled the mask into his hand.

"Junior Brother, this is... this is what Master gave me." Ye Minghuai smiled palely, "I can't live anymore...you wear him, replace me, and live well..."

"No..." One tear rolled down Xiao Cundeng's face, then the second, and then the third, as he shed tears, the hand that stimulated his inner strength increased his strength, "You can live, you can live—"

Ye Minghuai couldn't stand such a strong internal force rushing in, he tried his best to dodge: "Don't...don't use too much force."

Ye Minghuai raised his eyes to look at Xiao Cundeng, and begged in a low voice: "This is my last chance, senior brother wants to have a good talk with you..."

Ye Minghuai's hand and Xiao Cundeng's were in close contact with each other with a gap between them.

"I don't like...fighting and killing." Ye Minghuai said, "I don't like it, everyone is like this... fighting to the death...I like everyone... lively and happy."

"You put it on, and after you go out, go back happily with them... If you have a chance, help me go out for a walk and see the famous mountains and rivers. If there is any good place, you...stay here..."

This is their birthday wish.

At that time, the breeze in the bamboo forest seemed to be still in sight, but they had already reached the end of the mountain.

"Then...and then...weed up the strong and support the weak, and become a hero."

Ye Minghuai seemed to have no strength left, he pressed the penis tightly in Xiao Cundeng's hands.

"Remember... Senior brother has always been, in the past, now." Ye Minghuai said this, and smiled weakly, "In the future, forever... I will believe... I believe in you..."

The last word spit out.

Ye Minghuai could no longer make any sound.

His hand slipped down and fell into the hot spring he had praised.

"CUT." Wu Guangji sobbed, "Congratulations to Wang Ping, the scene is over—!"

·

After the cut sound, Ji Zuo sat blankly by the hot spring, his eyes were red from the crying scene just now, Ji Zuo frowned, looking at his own reflection in the water.

The great grief that Xiao Cundeng felt still lingers on Ji Zuo.

But what entangled Ji Zuo even more tightly and made him unable to breathe was his own emotions——

Back when he knew that Wu Guangji had signed Wang Ping, he was so happy to welcome Wang Ping to the crew, but now, he was in so much pain.

It is painful for Wang Ping to leave him and not be able to get along day and night.

He had to join the group seamlessly, and he couldn't stay by Wang Ping's side for several months, which was painful.

Over the past few months, there is actually only one step between Ji Zuo and Wang Ping.

But sometimes, a step away may not be crossed in a lifetime.

Ji Zuo lingered in the ears of the ambient sound of the crew, Wang Ping's role was completed, and most of the staff who had made friends with him hugged and celebrated with him.

The lively cheers aggravated the pain of the lonely people, Ji Zuo felt as if his heart had been ripped open, poured into the torrential winter rain, and he was too uncomfortable to move.

"Ji Zou."

"The season goes the season goes the season goes!!!!"

Wang Ping's voice dragged Ji Zuo out.

Ji Zou raised his head, looked at the enlarged face of Wang Ping in front of him, his pupils shrank: "Brother Wang Ping—"

"You're not in the show?" Wang Ping squatted back and fumbled around in his wide sleeves, not knowing what he was touching.

"Well, it's okay." Ji Zuo quickly cleared up his emotions and smiled, "Congratulations to Brother Wang Ping for the finale. The director has prepared a finale banquet tonight. We..."

Ji Zuo didn't finish his sentence.

Wang Ping took out a small over-plastic card from his sleeve, ran up to Ji Zuo, and interrupted him.

Ji Zuo frowned, staring at the text above.

They are two screenshots, because they are shrunk into small cards, and the text part is very small. It can be seen that one of them is an actor's resume, which is given to the director for audition.

And the other one is a screenshot of an email address—the email address has been processed in high-definition. Ji Zuo glanced at it and recognized it immediately:

This is Xia Zhuo's email address!

Ji Zuo raised his head in shock.

Wang Ping smiled, and put the whole card into Ji Zou's hand: "You used to give me finishing gifts before, but this time it's my turn to give it to you - I don't have your literary skills, but I made the plastic ones myself, Cut it by hand."

Wang Ping moved forward and looked at the hot spring water reflecting him and Ji Zuo, feeling a little embarrassed:

"I know director Xia Zhuo's film actors line up, and I'm nothing—but I will try my best to audition and continue to make movies with you."

Wang Ping crossed his arms, turned his head, and looked at Ji Zou with a smile; his eyes were as bright as stars, and he said seriously: "Don't worry, I asked you to chase me, then I will take good responsibility for you."

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