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, gave Zhou Jin a thumbs up.The scene ended and Zhou Jin officially wrapped up. The staff on the set applauded together. Under the incandescent lamp, Zhou Jin bowed deeply to his companions who had been fighting together for three months.

In the pleasant atmosphere, no one heard a sudden inaudible sound of metal cracking in the whirring generator, and someone accidentally knocked over a teacup full of water.The water flowed forward along the generator's wires, submerging half of the bare cables that were crooked on the ground.

The current moves quickly in the other direction along the conductor of impurity ions in the water. In just a split second, the precarious outdoor high-voltage electric poles hiss and blast silver flowers, and then the overloaded generator suddenly bursts under the impact of huge current. There was a huge roar.Before everyone could react, dozens of lamps hanging on the four corners of the ceiling of the studio exploded at the same time, and in the darkness, hot pieces of glass flew around with fire.

The already panicked crowd lost its last bit of sanity when they heard a yell of "fire".Everyone started rushing towards the narrow exit.During the pushing and pushing, someone knocked over the tables, chairs and cameras, someone kicked off the plug on the power strip, and someone stepped on the limp body.Nothing can stop them from fleeing outwards. Fear is more crazy than calmness. At this critical moment, the rational brain only gives the only command to their trembling legs, that is, run away, run away.

The temperature in the closed and narrow space began to rise upwards, and the living oxygen became the best combustion accelerant, and was completely consumed by the flames.In the thick smoke, the slender nylon rope was licked off by the flames, and the huge incandescent lamp smashed straight down with the flames. The silver current was like the luxuriant water plants in the deep pool, entwined around a person's body, following the waves of water. Each current is intertwined with the other, and finally forms an unbreakable silver net, binding its prey tightly.Deep blue sparks burst out from between the interlaced points of current, swallowing that body whole, leaving nothing behind.

A cloud of black smoke rose from the vast snow field, and the people who had escaped from death huddled together as if to keep warm. This scorching fireball burned all the heat in their bodies. The body draws a weak temperature.With the efforts of firefighters, the fire gradually decreased.Director Wen began to count the number of people, "Is anyone still inside?"

"No, it's out."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Director Wen suddenly remembered something. He shouted, "Where's Zhou Jin? Has anyone seen Zhou Jin?"

No one answered, everyone looked around with their eyes, everyone was here, except Zhou Jin.

☆、Chapter 45

A huge force came from nowhere and ran through Zhou Jin's whole body at an almost crazy speed, trying to tear his arms and legs apart. He was firmly nailed in place and couldn't move, desperately trying to move his fingertips , but he couldn't feel his hand, and all the sensations in his body were cut off by the electric current.

In panic and fear, Zhou Jin saw a huge black hole burst out of thin air in the scarlet flames, and blue smoke emerged from the black hole, blending with the thick smoke outside, choking into Zhou Jin's mouth and nose inside.The last breath of oxygen was sadly deprived, and while he was suffocating, his body was pulled by the huge suction force of the black hole, and he felt the intense air flow flowing by his side, like time in a hurry.

The pain began to sweep over, it was a kind of blazing heat different from fire, like one's own body disintegrated little by little in the water, and then turned into particles, they were attracted to each other, but were cut off by the surging current, and then The broken suction began to rebound, crashing into smaller debris.Zhou Jin closed his eyes, and he opened his mouth, wanting to cry out loudly, but the vibrations from the vocal cords in his throat could not be transmitted in this vacuum cave, everything was so quiet, he could only hear the sound waves in the vacuum. The muffled sound echoed in my chest and bones.In an instant, the suction was broken, his body suddenly lost weight, and he crashed into a strange space.

A black river flows silently at his feet. In the darkness, the starlight shines on the sparkling water waves, surrounded by nebulae, dazzling stars, and small stars that surround the main star endlessly. A vast sea of ​​stars sank quietly at the bottom of the river.

Zhou Jin slowly recovered from the pain, he took a deep breath, his lungs were filled with fine powder and soot and became heavy, when the first mouthful of fresh oxygen was sucked into the chest cavity, the tearing pain made him Feeling that he was still alive, he didn't know where he was now, and he didn't know how to go back. He only knew that he couldn't sit still like this. He had to find a way, find a way to go back.

His eyes began to adapt to the darkness in the space. Under the light of the stars, he saw a strange and strange stone standing beside the dark river.The stone was as tall as a person and as thick as the other. It was narrower at the top and wider in the middle, and it was divided into two parts at the bottom, resembling two legs of a person.

Along the river, Zhou Jin walked towards the stone step by step. Gradually, he could clearly see the lines on the stone. Messy long hairs sprouted from the gaps, and these hairs were tightly clustered on the top of the stone. When it reached the bottom, it became a smooth and wet stone flake.

The silent stone moved suddenly, and a pair of lacquer-like black eyes suddenly opened in the darkness, looking straight at Zhou Jin.Zhou Jin was startled, it turned out that it was not a rock, but a person.

"You are finally here." The man said, his voice suddenly sounded in the silent space, as loud and clear as the horn of a military camp outside the Great Wall, sharp enough to destroy all dreams.Zhou Jin suddenly froze in place, unable to take another step forward, as if he was a stone buried in the ground, because of this voice, he was very familiar with it.

Man cannot hear his own voice, because the propagation of sound in a gas is quite different from that in a solid body between bones.But in this strange space, the oxygen is as viscous as a light liquid, Zhou Jin distinguishes the voice between the subtle in and out, it is his own voice, Li Qi's voice.

The oppression and excitement from all parties made Zhou Jin's eyes extremely bright in the darkness, and he finally saw the man's face clearly, with a jade crown on his head, slightly longer eyebrows, flying straight into the temples, and a pair of eyes under the long eyebrows The almond eyes with the tail slightly raised, filled with a river of starlight, this face is his own face, Li Qi's face.

The man's lips moved slightly, and a few words came out clearly from between his lips: "You are finally here."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, 300 years."

Fear is like grabbing Zhou Jin's throat with both hands. This scene is too unimaginable. His body stands in front of him as another person. If Zhou Jin's body lives in his body, Li Qi, then he Who is living in Li Qi's body?

The man's eyes stared straight at Zhou Jin, his cold eyes pierced through his body, as if he could see through what he was thinking. "who I am?"

Zhou Jin shook his head, he couldn't figure it out, he looked at his face without a clue, this face belonged to him, but it became strange due to the erosion of the host in his body, his lips tilted slightly to the left, revealing a touch of his face. A sneer that would never show, "You don't know who I am."

"Yes."

"I'm Zhou Jin." The man said flatly.

"I'm Zhou Jin, don't you remember at all?"

Zhou Jin began to panic, he was as embarrassed as a thief who was caught on the spot, and for a thief, if he was caught, he could still throw away the stolen goods in his hands, but he couldn't This face was torn off and returned to its original owner.

The man started to move forward, and the distance between the two of them became shorter and shorter. Zhou Jin could even see clearly the flying white crane's left paw on the man's official robe.Ice-cold air gushed out from between the man's lips and teeth, blowing on Zhou Jin's burning cheeks, "Why don't you speak?"

"I've been here for 300 years," he suddenly moved his cheeks away and looked at the calm water at his feet. He flicked his finger and shot out something, and the calm river just now suddenly Roaring, the surface of the river cracked into a spiral vortex, the torrents of water spiraled and converged at a very high speed, and then weaved into a stream and rushed towards Zhou Jin's back.

"All the time in this world is in this river," the man said flatly, "but there is no time on the river bank, so everything is still for me. 300 years, 300 years for me and a seconds doesn't make any difference.

Zhou Jin looked at the wild beast-like river, not knowing what to say, what should he say?Are you sorry?Waiting for a full 300 years cannot be forgiven by saying sorry.He lowered his head, looking at the broken face on the river that was opened and closed by the waves, speechless.

"I'm standing here, watching you, watching you live my life as me, are you happy? Living in my house, spending my money, and finally putting my agent I fell asleep, what? Is other people’s things as good as this?” The man’s voice became more and more cold, and at the end he gritted his teeth in hatred, yes, he hated it so much.

He has been trapped in this dark space alone for 300 years. Time does not flow through this barren land. All the waiting cannot be measured in seconds, minutes, or all time units. This 300 years is endlessly long.

While waiting, he thought about it countless times, because he didn't even know what he was waiting for.He didn't eat or drink, and sat by the river, trying to starve himself to death, but unfortunately, in a place where time doesn't even exist, he doesn't need food; he tried to drown himself in this water, but that The gurgling water entered his eyes, his nasal cavity, his mouth, and accumulated in his lungs and intestines, but he was still alive.

Living is the greatest punishment for him.

Finally, one day he saw himself in this river, he saw himself getting up from the hospital bed, he saw himself returning to that luxurious villa, he saw his smooth sailing life being taken over by another person, this person was an impostor, shameless Zhiji, wearing his skin, stole his life.

He watched this person enjoy the applause that should belong to him, watched this person continue the career that should belong to him, and watched this person accept a relationship that should belong to him.Although he doesn't love Cao Yuan, as long as this person gets something, he hates it. He wants to grab it and throw it on the ground and kick it hard.

As far as he is concerned, he doesn't love anyone in this world, he only loves himself, and the self he loves so much is taken away by this person.His depression and anger gradually turned into hatred during more than 300 years of waiting. He hated this person.

The light in the man's eyes made Zhou Jin step back subconsciously. He had seen this look before. When Wu Xiangyu raised the yellow hair on his forehead to him, he looked at him with this look. Feeling that this person would kill him in the next second, he grabbed his neck tightly with his hands and killed him.

"Sorry, I actually don't know what happened."

"You don't know? Of course you don't know." The man sneered, Zhou Jin watched his face become creepy, and a pair of dead-like arms suddenly clamped tightly around Zhou Jin's neck, "Now you don't need to know , guess why?"

"Because you're going to die."

Zhou Jin began to struggle, two thumbs that were as firm as iron were stuck next to his Adam's apple, and the slender trachea in his neck was glued together, the exhaust gas that was going to be exhaled from the body and the external oxygen were blocked in the severed place together. In the next place, the trachea began to swell, and the constant blood pressure in his head caused his eyeballs to spit out. He desperately broke the fingers on the bridge of the nose with his hands. This was his own hand, but at this moment it seemed like It is generally motionless when poured with molten iron.

The desire to survive became extremely strong at this moment, and there was only one thought in Zhou Jin's mind, and that was that he didn't want to die.He struggled violently, and finally grabbed hold of the man's neck, and squeezed it down with the last bit of strength.It turned out that a person's neck was so fragile, Zhou Jin could feel the slender bones in that neck making a soft bang in his hand.

The bodies of the two people began to struggle violently at the same time, and it was unknown whose pushing and shoving caused the one to lean forward, and the bodies of the two fell into the roaring raging river together.

One cannot step into the same river twice, and neither can time.

All the time in this world rushed under Zhou Jin's arms together, lifted his falling body up, and then sent it in another direction against the river.The huge pressure wrapped around his neck suddenly relaxed, Zhou Jin opened his eyes in the water, and he saw a sea of ​​stars under him, and a bright light above his head.

A pair of hands reached into the water, grabbed his limp arm, and dragged him out of the cold pool.The sound of chaotic footsteps came from beside my ears, and a little eunuch screamed softly: "It's rescued, it's rescued."

☆、Chapter 46

Like a fish shackled on a dry and cracked river bed, the thick gills are glued together, and he lay on the muddy ground by the pool, gasping for breath.Hurrying back and forth, each step on the hard and thick upper will raise a cloud of dust. This is the smell only in the world, with a meaty smell, sour, a lot of bitterness His bile and gastric juices were spit out from his mouth along with the pond water.He came back to life, and this time he was Li Qi again.

A candle was burning in the bedroom, and the flame, the size of soybeans, shone through the overlapping curtains onto his quilt trimmed with gold.There was still the herbaceous aroma of the dregs of the traditional Chinese medicine that he had just drank in the air, Li Qi stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and was fascinated by it for a moment.

This is a hand that only a child can have. The fast-growing bones are wrapped in tender and delicate skin. The places where the joints should be well-defined are wrapped in fine fat. There are no edges and corners. It is small and looks like a fist when it is clenched. Only snow balls.

He slowly began to remember what time it is now. It was eight years ago. He was 12 years old. He was playing by the pool, slipped and fell into the lake. Then he was seen by a little eunuch and asked to be rescued. come out.After coming out of the pond, he was sick for three days and three nights. He doesn't remember what happened in these three days. These three days are like a piece of meat that has been gouged out in his memory, and it will be replaced by freshly grown flesh. Made it up.

The door of the front hall was pushed open, and a stooped woman walked in. She deliberately slowed down her footsteps.Every step she took was paused, and the sound of footsteps calmed down and then suddenly sounded again, which made Li Qi's aching head even more uncomfortable.

Mu Ma is a servant, she shouldn't have walked in like this, but in the most remote palace in this palace, no one would care if they followed the rules of etiquette.His mother just walked in, opened the curtain and looked at Li Qi who was lying down.

Li Qi closed his eyes subconsciously. He is not 12 years old anymore. He can't judge how a 12-year-old boy recovering from a serious illness should react in this situation. He can only hold his breath and listen to his mother. The sound of approaching footsteps.

The sound of footsteps stopped, and a pair of dry and rough palms covered his forehead. I don't know if it was because the skin of a 12-year-old boy was too smooth. Li Qi only felt that these hands were rougher than he remembered. It was the cracks that split the blades, making him want to escape, avoid old age and old age.

"My poor child." Mother said quietly, she withdrew her hand to test the temperature, took out one wrapped in red cloth from her bosom, and spread it tremblingly.Li Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw clearly that the red cloth was wrapped with a blood-red stone and a cluster of bright red silk threads.

Mu Ma half-closed her eyes, her eyes were cloudy and sunken, the eyes that an old man should have, but a white spot in her eyeball made her eyes even more dull.Muma held a red silk thread between two fingers, and pinched the end of the stone with the other hand, and tilted her head to pass the trembling silk thread through the small hole in the stone.

The small hole is not too small, and the rough grinding of the craftsman made the edge of the small hole a little frizzy.If it was Li Qi, or any young man with good eyes, they could easily pass through it, but Muma wore it three times.Every time, just when the red silk thread was about to be aimed at this opening, her arm would shake uncontrollably. This slight tremor caused the thread to fall from her hand and mix into the same bright red cloth, and then She squinted her eyes and groped on the red cloth with her bark-like palms, then lifted up the thread and repeated the same action just now.

"This thing is a treasure," Mama put on the thread tirelessly, and said vaguely in her mouth, "This is what your mother left for you, and it is for you to prevent disasters. Take a look," although Mama didn't Instead of waking him up, she murmured in the tone of confiding to him: "Look, this piece of jade broke in two to protect you from disasters. It is to save you. You must take it Take it well with you."

Really?Was such a stone really protecting him?Li Qi laughed, is this a blessing or a curse?Let him live and then let him die, and then let him have to live, and then let him have to die, no matter whether he is alive or dead, he cannot be cleansed directly.If that vase really smashed him to death, then he would not need to travel through time and get to know Cao Yuan, but he just knew him. If the fire really burned him to death, then he would not need to travel through time. A 12-year-old, but he just survived.This repeated cycle made his time seem to stop. He had paid so much, but in the end he had nothing, standing naked at the starting point.

Mother put on the broken pendant, placed it neatly next to Li Qi's pillow, and then said to herself: "The monk told you that there was a hurdle when you were 12 years old, and when you were 20 years old. Sometimes there is a robbery. I didn’t believe it at first, these fortune tellers love to talk empty words. A hurdle, what is a hurdle, is it a hurdle if you fall and break your knee? Is it a hurdle to eat and choke on a grain of rice? A kalpa, what is a kalpa, is it a kalpa of love or a kalpa of death, whether there is a solution? He doesn’t say anything about these things, saying that the secrets of heaven should not be revealed.”

Mu Ma sighed softly, took out a small yellow triangle from her bosom, and stuffed it under Li Qi's pillow, "Now I believe it. Your Highness, Third Prince, if you can survive this time, then the next Jie, you can also pass. When you pass, everything behind will be smooth, and when I see Xiuniang, I can feel more comfortable."

After Mama finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to cover the corner of the quilt for Li Qi, then got up and went out.The soybean-sized flame outside the curtain was blown out, darkness replaced the weak light, and then, the moonlight outside the window shone in inch by inch, and finally, as if it had grown feet, it stopped at Li Qi's place. In the palm of the hand on the quilt.

Li Qi opened his eyes. He may or may not have heard what his mother told him when he was 12 years old, but the only thing that is certain is that he has forgotten everything.Li Qi put his hand into the bed sheet under the pillow, and immediately found a small triangle, he took it out, and looked under the moonlight, it turned out to be this pair of symbols.Li Qi unfolded the talisman according to the folded lines of the talisman. On this rectangular yellow paper, there was a strange spell written twisted in scarlet ink.

When Li Qi was an adult, he found many ancient books in the oldest library in the palace. Those books were covered with silverfish, and every time he turned a page, he could smell the desolate smell of these silverfish dried by time. .But in none of the books he had read had he heard such words, or such incantations.The paintbrush on this paper is the only one.

Li Qi's eyes follow the movement of the brush on the talisman from top to bottom, drawing stroke by stroke. This spell is connected from end to end, and it is completed in one go from beginning to end. The stroke of the stroke is followed by a fold, and it follows the trend to form a circle. , the circle became the starting point of another character, and then interlocked like this, forming a strange pattern.

Li Qi didn't know how long he looked at it, his eyes began to tremble, the symbols on the paper seemed to leap into the air from the paper, and then he saw an invisible big hand in the golden light, raising the big ink-soaked hand pen, and wrote four cursive characters under the moonlight.

"Seven Stars Continue Life"

These four characters are floating in mid-air, the first character covers the second character, the third character covers the second character, then the second character covers the fourth character, and finally only the last character remains The word - "fate".

Li Qi suddenly understood that he was the one who should be damned, but his mother used the oldest witchcraft to give him another person's life.His time travel was not an accident, but a long-planned arrangement. His life should have ended when he was 20 years old.

At this moment Li Qi thought of that bird, that big bird that was roaring over his head.

A child's life is peaceful, and the infighting in the palace has nothing to do with him. The ups and downs after several years have not yet taken shape. He is like an ordinary little boy, twelve or thirteen years old, a little silent, not talkative Every day, he only likes to sit beside that pool of water and paint. The water in that deep pool has been stained black by him.

One day, a young eunuch in the palace picked up a portrait by the lake. He didn't know who it was, but he thought it was so realistic that as long as he blinked, the portrait would appear. The person in the painting will come out of the scroll.The tails of those tiger eyes are raised slightly upwards, and the corners of the eyes are full of thin lines due to the smile. The sharpness has the tenderness of a tough man. These two incompatible qualities have become a perfect match in the hands of this person. Elegant and upright, free and easy in the rules.

The only fly in the ointment is that the red lips on the painting's cinnabar dots were accidentally touched and fainted. It is probably because of this slight flaw that the owner of the painting scroll discarded it.

One day the emperor accidentally saw this painting. He was overjoyed and said that he had never seen such a good painter. If he knew who painted it, he would definitely reward him and ask him to paint one for himself.The little eunuch said that this painting was picked up in front of the third prince's hall.

The emperor doesn't believe it, the third prince is just a half-grown child, how could he draw such a good painting?But the lower right corner of the scroll really has Li Qi's seal.

The emperor called Li Qi over and asked if he did this painting?

Li Qi was caught straight and had no choice but to admit it.He said that one night an immortal entrusted him with a dream and gave him four words. These words were shining golden and immediately understood him.As soon as he woke up from the dream, he immediately drew down the appearance of the fairy with his vague memory. This process seemed to be helped by magic, but when he finished this one and wanted to draw another one, he found that he couldn't draw anything. up.

Hearing this, the emperor breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this son is still that stupid boy, and the immortal only opened six orifices to him.He said happily to Li Qi: "This painting is very good. To reward you, tell me what you want, and I will reward you."

what do you want?

Li Qi knelt under the hall and smiled, no one in this world could give him what he wanted.He respectfully bowed to the emperor and said, "I don't want anything."

After speaking, he subconsciously squeezed the index finger of his left hand, it was empty and there was nothing there.

The author has something to say: Yes~

Classmate Zhou Jin (Li Qi) just went back,

But the brain hole of the stupid author has not been finished yet,

There are probably a few chapters left, please stick to it...(,,??.??,,)

☆、Chapter 47

The weather in City S in the early spring was a bit gloomy and cold. The water flow under the Jingan Bridge seemed to be frozen by the sudden drop in temperature. It was as flat as a mirror without any waves.Cars of various colors roared past the bridge at a speed of [-] miles per hour, and the street lights were pulled into neon lines by the mirrors of the cars.

Cao Yuan held the steering wheel and glanced at the speeder from time to time. His speed was a little too fast, and the siren started to sound: "The road that is prone to accidents, remind you to drive slowly." , the street lights on the mirror were like two straight rays, flying past the corner of his eyes, and he suddenly thought of a sentence mentioned by Professor Wang Xiaoda in his speech: "If your speed is fast enough, you can see the time."

After arriving home, Cao Yuan waited for the elevator with large and small bags in the trunk.With both hands occupied, he could barely poke his head out from behind the pile of bread and beef rolls, and use his elbow to light up the elevator.

A gray-haired middle-aged woman came out of the elevator, her eyes were tattooed with the most popular black eyeliner a few years ago, she opened and closed the square dancing fan in her hand, and said sharply: " Yo, how many things do you buy to cook for your daughter-in-law?"

Cao Yuan turned around, squeezed into the elevator with great difficulty, took a breath, grinned at the square dancing aunt, and said, "Well, yes."

The square dancing aunt's eyes formed a line of laughter when she heard this, and the two clumsy and abrupt black lines on her eyelids narrowed together, "Oh, is that so? I really love your wife. The one in my house is the hands-free shopkeeper. Ask him to wash the dishes. killed him."

The elevator door closed slowly, and Cao Yuan gritted his teeth at the square dancing aunt, and said, "Uncle Zhang dances with you every day." He waved and went out to dance.

Holding these plastic bags, Cao Yuan looked up quietly at the rapidly changing numbers on the display.In fact, Zhou Jin has always been doing the trivial things like cooking, and he usually only needs to be responsible for eating.If he was in a good mood that day and rolled up his sleeves to wash the dishes for him, Zhou Jin would be moved to tears as if he had chopped an onion, making him feel that his image was a bit taller.To say that he can love others is really flattering him, Zhou Jin is the one who loves others.

Zhou Jin should go home tonight. He was supposed to drive to pick him up, but Xiaodong and Xiaoxi, these two careless guys, made a mess of him at this juncture, making him unable to get away for a while.

Since he couldn’t pick up the plane in person, but he still wanted to, Cao Yuan decided to cook Zhou Jin’s dinner without any outside help. He put the quick-frozen chicken bought in the supermarket into the kitchen sink and waited for it to defrost. Then he took out a box of eggs from the refrigerator, smashed them, and used a glass bowl to hold the long chopsticks to stir them up. He saw Zhou Jin do this process countless times, and it seemed that there was no technical content. Know what is practice makes perfect and what is clumsy.The pots and pans in the kitchen began to go out of control, the rice cooker began to triumph, the pressure cooker showed no sign of weakness, and the sizzling pan on the induction cooker made a muffled sound. The moment Cao Yuan turned around and cut the cabbage, he fried himself up the ceiling.

Amid the mess of cups and plates, Cao Yuan resigned himself to taking out a pack of instant noodles from the compartment. He couldn't do anything else, but he could still boil the water well.Cao Yuan tore open the package of instant noodles and squeezed the seasoning into the pot. He suddenly remembered that when Zhou Jin first arrived, he actually bought a large package of promotional packaging for him as a gift, and he gave him a severe reprimand.The water in the pot boiled, bubbles rose from the bottom of the pot, and exploded when they reached the surface of the water. The golden noodles rolled up and down. Cao Yuan stirred them with chopsticks. In fact, this gift was not that bad.

The jingling key was inserted into the keyhole, and there was a soft click, and the front door was opened. Cao Yuan heard the sound of footsteps entering the door, hurriedly filled the noodle soup in the pot, and shouted: "Xiaojin, why are you so rude?" Are you back early?"

"Today's filming went relatively smoothly."

"No wonder," Cao Yuan put the noodles on the table, put a few unbaked chicken legs on a plate, and walked to the living room while taking off his apron, picked up the takeaway order on the coffee table, and started to make a phone call, " I'll order takeaway first, what do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Aren't you hungry?"

Cao Yuan stopped pressing his fingers on the keyboard, "Aren't you hungry at all? It's been so late since filming, and I've been in the car for so long."

"I'm really not hungry." Zhou Jin took off his black coat and hung it on the hanger at the entrance of the entrance. He was wearing a white shirt inside and a woolen sweater over the shirt. The collar of the shirt was turned up. On the outside of the woolen sweater, a button was unbuttoned, just revealing the collarbone inside, and a drop of water was hanging on the protruding bone.

"Is it raining outside?" Cao Yuan asked.

Zhou Jin stopped hanging his clothes suddenly, he turned around and smiled at Cao Yuan with a good temper, and said, "It didn't rain today, I just accidentally splashed water on my clothes in the car." Zhou Jin walked towards the dining table Go, sit down at the table, and say, "Brother Yuan cooked noodles for me, it's so good."

Cao Yuan put down his mobile phone, returned to the table, sat opposite Zhou Jin, and said, "I was going to cook you a big meal, but I didn't know how to do it."

Zhou Jin raised the corners of his mouth, smiled at Cao Yuan, and said, "Brother Yuan cooks everything is delicious."

Cao Yuan stretched out his hand and patted Zhou Jin's head, and said, "I'll speak nice words, eat quickly." His tone of voice was rude and impatient, but the long chopsticks thoughtfully picked up one of the most burned for Zhou Jin. Good chicken leg, this chicken leg is really Yang Guifei among a group of black charcoal, fat but not greasy, it melts in the mouth.

Holding the chopsticks, Zhou Jin picked out a long noodle from the bowl, then hung it on his mouth and slowly sucked it into his mouth. The precious Concubine Yang's chicken leg was left aside, with no intention of taking a bite.

"How was the play today?"

"It's okay," Zhou Jin said, "I'm just too tired, have no appetite, and don't want to move." Before he had eaten two bites of noodles, he put down his chopsticks, covered his mouth with his hand and yawned delicately.

"Sleepy?"

"Well," Zhou Jin nodded, pouted and complained, "These days I shoot night scenes every day, and I can't even open my eyelids."

"Then go and have a rest, and order takeaway when you wake up," Cao Yuan said.

Zhou Jin squeezed out a weary smile, got up from his seat, walked around in front of Cao Yuan, leaned forward slightly, and left a moderate kiss on Cao Yuan's lips, "Then I'll take a bath and rest first."

"Well, you go to rest." Cao Yuan said, he took Zhou Jin's untouched rice bowl, ate it in two or three bites, and then put the burnt chicken legs on the plate into his own bowl .

There was a sound of water in the bathroom, and then there was a thud, and Zhou Jin locked the door of the bathroom from the inside.

After Zhou Jin took a shower, he went back to his room to sleep. Cao Yuan cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, then turned on the TV and turned the volume to the minimum.The evening news was playing on the TV, and there was no sound on the screen. Cao Yuan could only hear the red lips of the anchorwoman closing and loosening: "It is estimated that there will be a rare astronomical and meteorological spectacle at twelve o'clock tonight..."

Cao Yuan started to lose his mind while watching. His eyes were fixed on the lips on the screen, but he couldn't hear anything. He only felt that Zhou Jin was a little strange tonight.

He couldn't tell what was so strange about him, his appearance didn't change at all, he was just a little paler, this kind of paleness wasn't the paleness caused by not seeing the sun all year round, but a kind of cold bloodless white; his voice didn't change at all either. , just a little hoarse, as if someone who hadn't spoken for a long time suddenly couldn't find his own voice.

Cao Yuan shook his head, probably just tired, he thought.After staying on the set for two full months, he got up earlier than a chicken, slept like a dog, and ate worse than a pig. With such treatment, he still expected Zhou Jin to come back fat and fat?

Cao Yuan got up and turned off the TV, ready to go back to the room to watch Zhou Jin.At this time, the mobile phone on the coffee table vibrated suddenly, and Cao Yuan picked up the phone, "Hello, Director Wen."

"Xiao Yuan," there was confusion on Director Wen's side, Cao Yuan could barely hear Director Wen's voice, and what was even louder was the hissing sound of the high-pressure water gun spraying on the flames, and someone shouted whether there was anyone here .

"Xiaoyuan