Can't beat the list

Song Tingyi was nestling on the sofa with a book in his hand, flipping the pages back and forth between the two fingers of his right hand boredly.

The door of the bathroom was closed tightly, and the people inside rushed in as soon as they opened the door after finishing their work on the set today.

He looked up at the electronic clock beside him, the man had been inside for a quarter of an hour.

Luo Yao clutched his stomach and slumped on the toilet.

His stomach has been rumbling non-stop since this afternoon.After a painful meal of flatulence, he could even clearly feel his intestines wriggling in his abdominal cavity.

Someone knocked twice on the bathroom door, and a vague figure loomed through the frosted glass.

Song Tingyi leaned on the door frame of the bathroom, and asked indifferently: "What did you eat today?"

"Drink the local brand of milk given by the locals." Luo Yao, who was clearly empty but still in pain, pressed his abdomen, and his voice bounced off the tiles in the bathroom, making him appear even weaker.

The figure at the door moved, seemed to adjust his posture, and continued to ask: "Do you know that you are lactose intolerant?"

This scene was like being greedy and stealing too much ice cream when I was a child and having diarrhea, and then being taken to the hospital by my father to expose the lie face to face. Luo Yao couldn't help but feel that Song Tingyi's words were like a superior asking a subordinate.

He pressed the flush button with his backhand, picked up the remote control and pressed it a few times, and the smart toilet automatically sprayed hot water.

With that hot air, his stomach seemed to be much more comfortable. He slowly got up to wash his hands, and then opened the door of the bathroom.

Song Tingyi held a glass of water and leaned against the door with his head lowered. He seemed to be in a daze just now. He was startled by his sudden opening of the door. He raised his head slightly and handed him the glass of water in his hand. His tone was still cold: "Still Does it hurt?"

Luo Yao took the water glass and took a sip in his hand.

The water temperature is hot, but at this moment, I can only feel a heat flow from the stomach to the whole body, and the whole person feels a lot better in an instant: "It's okay."

"Is the milk that the locals gave you packed in a box?" Song Tingyi sat down on the sofa again, picked up the book, and lowered his eyes to read line by line.

"No." Luo Yao held the cup and sat down on the sofa.

The cushion beside him suddenly dented, and Song Tingyi closed the book with his fingertips between the pages. Seeing Luo Yao sitting cross-legged beside him, he pulled a pillow from the side and put it on his lap, holding a water glass put his hand on it.

Young Master Luo, who always looked very proud on weekdays, took a sip from the water glass like an obedient dog, and whispered: "It's in a glass bottle, as if it was produced by their own cows."

The voice became smaller and smaller, but Song Tingyi still heard his words, and immediately frowned: "Why drink?"

"Because," a loud bowel movement sounded, almost covering Luo Yao's own voice, "because it was given to us by the farmers on the mountain."

The big dog slightly twisted his body, and looked at Song Tingyi with a slightly lowered eyebrow: "I have to give face to the things that the locals kindly sent."

Song Tingyi held the book in his hand and stared at Luo Yao for a few seconds.

The person being watched licked his lips unnaturally.

To be honest, I don't know why, but Song Tingyi just looked at him like this, which gave Luo Yao a very strange feeling, either he was on pins and needles, or panicked, or simply, his heart beat faster.

The young winner of the "Best Supporting Actor" award held a water glass and used what he thought to be good acting skills to look away, so that Song Tingyi would not let Song Tingyi get a glimpse of the little mischief in his heart.

Just as he was looking back stiffly, there was a very light chuckle in his ear.

"Did you drink the whole bottle of milk?"

Luo Yao was stunned, thinking that he didn't show any flaws just now, how could he tell?God doctor...

In fact, there is no need for Luo Yao to say anything, Song Tingyi can guess the general idea.

When he joined the job, Luo Chuanhai interviewed him.At that time, the big boss put a thin piece of paper in front of him, which was Luo Yao's case from head to toe.

There were only two lines on it: lactose intolerance and chronic gastroenteritis.

In addition, Luo Chuanhai also told him that Luo Yao's lactose intolerance is born with the problem that even when he was a child, he would have rejection reactions from time to time when he drank breast milk, let alone milk, but this ancestor grew up There is nothing to be greedy, just a sip of milk.As the saying goes, what you can't eat is always the most delicious.

When he was a child, he didn't remember the pain, and he often had diarrhea after drinking milk. After growing up, he restrained a lot, and this rarely happened.

"Drink some water first." Song Tingyi put down the book in his hand, picked up the landline in the room and called the front desk.

Luo Yao looked at his body slightly turned sideways when he was on the phone. The loose home shirt was a bit long, blocking the lines of his body, but a full curve was outlined on his hips.

The man quickly hung up the phone and looked at him.

The moment Luo Yao withdrew his eyes, he looked like a big dog who was found peeking at his master after doing something bad.

Song Tingyi couldn't help laughing: "Tomorrow I will go to the scene with you."

"Why?" He blurted out without thinking.

Song Tingyi took the empty water glass in his hand and put it on the tea table: "I have to watch you, and I won't let you eat indiscriminately."

Luo Yao: ...

Facts have proved that Song Tingyi is not just talking about it.

The next morning, Lin Jianshen stared at Song Tingyi, who was carrying a backpack and stepped into the nanny's car, in a daze.

He turned his head, fastened his seat belt, and took out his cell phone.

Within three seconds, Luo Yao's cell phone that was tapped on his lap vibrated.

He opened his eyes, turned on his phone tiredly, and saw a message from Lin Jianshen: "Why is he following?"

He raised his eyes and saw Lin Jianshen winking at him through the rearview mirror.

Then, Lin Jianshen saw his boss move his lips coldly, and silently said four words:

--none of your business.

I have to say that the milk that the local people at the filming scene enthusiastically sent them was really high-quality milk.

Luo Yao drank some hot water yesterday, but he still couldn't stop the tingling pain and flatulence in his stomach.

But when he cast a look at Song Tingyi for help, the man nestled comfortably in the quilt and told him that there is no cure for lactose intolerance, he can only pay attention to a light diet and replenish water, and the rest depends on the stomach Digest by yourself.

The helpless Young Master Luo couldn't hold back the tumbling in his stomach while lying flat, and couldn't hold back those few human beings who were about to let out their gas when lying on the bed. Finally, he had to close his clothes and sit on the head of the bed and stare in a daze all night.

But once the crew starts filming, as the leading actor, he will be in almost every scene, and he needs to get up early in the morning to go to the set to make up and change clothes for styling, so now pointing to the time on the road to catch up on sleep, naturally he will not allow Lin Jianshen pulls him to chat about "gossip".

Today's scene is a fight scene in the forest. Several people put on their makeup in the shed in the permanent palace and then went to the mountains by car.

There are many mountain roads in southern Yunnan that are difficult to walk, not to mention that the crew chose a "barren mountain" with few tourists for the effect.When the car reaches the foot of the mountain, it will not be able to drive up, and the other roads will all depend on one's own feet.

Luo Yao didn't feel anything at all, wrapped a long down jacket over the costume, lifted the hem of the robe, and stepped up the steps hammered by the rocks that looked quite old.

Song Tingyi is carrying a backpack, although compared with Luo Yao, he is carrying a heavy load, but he is wearing light sports pants, and the clothes all over his body may not be as heavy as Luo Yao's costume and outer robe. The big actor is even more difficult.

He looked at Luo Yao who was walking step by step in front of him, and couldn't help asking: "Can you hold on?"

Young Master Luo didn't sleep all night, and Song Tingyi stared at him again this morning. He didn't even give him a decent chicken salad, saying that his stomach hadn't recovered well and he couldn't eat raw or cold food, so he forced him to swallow it. A bowl of porridge with nothing.

The young master can be sure that Song Tingyi must have done it on purpose, because he poured all the mustard into his bowl.

Thinking of this, Luo Yao didn't stop walking, gritted his molars and said viciously: "I can't die."

The staff carried cameras and heavy objects such as folding chairs and walked on such a difficult mountain road without saying a word. He just had a little stomach trouble last night, so what's the point of saying he can't climb it?

Although there are many actors who think like him, they can't be counted as many.

A team of talents walked out less than 100 meters, and someone behind the team drove away.

Yang Ransheng raised his head, looked at the endless mountain top, and suddenly lost the strength to climb halfway up the mountain.

It also happened that the originally rough steps under my feet were intermittent for some reason, and it was extremely difficult to walk. This Yang Daxing, who can only win fans with a face of a creamy boy, and relying on his father behind the back to buy the hot-searched star Yang's feet softened, directly Stepped on the rocks on the edge of the mountain road.

It may be because this mountain is relatively sparsely populated, and the bamboo forest on the mountain is dense. The local people nearby like to go up the mountain to chop some bamboo for home use, or the bamboo on the mountain grows crookedly due to the terrain, blocking the road. In short, there are a lot of bamboo pier left after the bamboo was cut beside this mountain road, and the edges are considered sharp.Yang Ransheng staggered, stepped on a rock with one foot, and stepped on a bamboo pier with the other, and fell solidly. Unfortunately, his ankle was cut open by the sharp edge of the bamboo pier. Small mouth.

The delicate young master made a lot of noise with just this fall. The assistants who followed him saw that he was covering his ankle, blood was faintly leaking between his fingers, and the little girls screamed directly When they opened up, the whole team heard everything clearly.

Song Tingyi frowned, stopped and turned around a bamboo with the thickness of an adult's calf not far from the road, and saw a group of little girls approaching Yang Ransheng like bee chrysalis. The team couldn't move at all.

The director walked in the front, turned his head and roared when he heard the sound.

Yang Ransheng's assistant was a little girl who looked like she had just graduated a few years ago. Seeing his bloody ankle at this moment, she was so frightened that she was almost speechless, trembling for a long time, but it was Young Master Yang who replied .

Song Tingyi looked up at Luo Yao's slightly impatient face, said "I'll go and have a look", then walked down the uneven rocks beside the mountain road, holding the bamboo next to him.

Luo Yao frowned and stretched his neck slightly.However, there were too many people around Yang Xiaohua, and he couldn't see anything for a while.

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We don't know much about filming, so we just scribble, just enjoy watching it

When I write about mountain climbing, I suddenly think of Liu Xueyi’s mountain climbing. At that time, I really laughed at me once every day.

But of course it was not written based on him, our senior is still very good