Can't beat the list

Song Tingyi was still a little dazed when he was lying in the sleeping bag.

In the hotel, it's fine for him to sleep on the same bed as Luo Yao, why did he have to find a place to make do at the foot of the mountain, or did he sleep with Luo Yao?

Luo Yao was still wearing that complicated ancient costume.

He didn't wear thick clothes when he went out, he just put a sweater on top of his T-shirt and took a long down jacket casually. He said that this suit couldn't keep out the cold air at night at the foot of the Southern Yunnan Mountain.

The crew did not expect to encounter Yang Ransheng's situation. He had only arrived at the foot of the mountain at around 10:30, but he ran into that incident again.In the afternoon, I rushed to work and took one after another, and finally called it a day, but encountered the problem of going down the mountain.As the saying goes, it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down the mountain. It took a group of people a long time to go down the mountain safely. However, the weather was not good and it was raining moderately. The time seemed a bit late, and the way back to the hotel from the foot of the mountain was still A small half of them had no street lights, and the crew couldn't take the risk. Fortunately, there were a dozen or so small bamboo buildings at the foot of the mountain.

Luo Yao gave up the few beds and decent wooden recliners that the villagers packed up to the actress and the female staff of the film crew, and chose to wrap himself in a sleeping bag and lie on the floor to make do for the night. Song Tingyi naturally did not respond to his actions. objection.

But it was a coincidence that the villager arranged them in the corner of the house, saying that it was more ventilated here, and it would not be too humid to lie on the ground.

Song Tingyi took a few deep breaths, barely closed his eyes, and forced himself to fall asleep quickly.

But helplessly, he is a person who recognizes the bed. Although this "eccentricity" is not serious, he believes that even if a normal person suddenly sleeps on the floor, it is still a floor made of many thick moso bamboos. Comfortable.

But when he can't sleep, his mind tends to become active, and when he becomes active, he thinks of Yang Ransheng's incompetent thing again.

Song Tingyi stepped on the rocks on both sides of the mountain road all the way down.

There were some bumps and bumps, but it was still smooth, but he never expected that the most troublesome road he walked in his life was not this mountain road that didn't look like a road for people to walk, but it was made for him by Yang Ransheng, a squeamish ghost. The long road to practicing medicine.

Last night he casually asked Luo Yao where the movie was filmed today, and after learning that it was in the mountains, he brought some alcohol gauze and other precautions to prevent problems before they happen.Unexpectedly, Suffering did appear, but it appeared on someone who should not be guarded by him.

The costumes of the crew are very thoughtful, and the layers are not sloppy.Song Tingyi looked at Yang Ransheng clutching his ankle, traces of blood seeped through the hem of the costume.

"Let go." He glanced at Yang Ransheng's pale face, but for some reason he didn't like him.

The squeamish young master snorted twice, saw Song Tingyi handing the backpack to his assistant beside him, took out alcohol and cotton from it, and squatted down in front of him, knowing that he should be a doctor, he was quite obedient Let go of the hand covering the ankle.

Song Tingyi frowned, and pushed up those layers of costumes with his slender fingers.The stockings made of white cloth were already smeared with blood, and because Yang Ransheng had been clutching them tightly before, they were already sticking to his skin.

He raised his head, told Jiaojiaogui to be patient, and pulled the hem of the sock carefully.

A finger-long wound was cut on the ankle by the sharp edge of the bamboo pier. Perhaps it was caused by a fall, but the wound was not shallow.

"It has to be sent to the hospital for stitches." Song Tingyi frowned, turned his head and said something to the director who was rushing down, and then looked up at Yang Ransheng, "I'll disinfect you first, it may hurt."

Yang Ransheng bit his lower lip, his fair face showed a bitter look, and nodded with tears in his eyes.

To be honest, the feeling of cotton dipped in alcohol and applied to the wound is really uncomfortable.

The young master who was lying on the ground couldn't help but retract his feet several times, and began to cry.

Song Tingyi frowned very lightly, and quickened his movements.

All the blood on the ankle had been wiped clean, but the wound was exposed to the air like this, which still looked a little scary.

Yang Ransheng sniffed, wondering if it was because the time for disinfection was not long, and it made him forget the pain for a while, and he started to devote himself to his work.

He glanced at the director who was on the phone, and said boldly: "Director, I can still shoot, let him stitch up the wound for me, I will definitely not delay the progress!"

Song Tingyi who was pointed at was stunned.

He froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at the director.It seemed that the director was also stunned by such a brave behavior, and didn't say anything for a while.

Song Tingyi snorted, grabbed Yang Ransheng's ankle that was shaking because he wanted to get up, and pressed it down, and said coldly: "The crew only have needles and threads for sewing clothes. If you don't mind, then I also Dare to use these things to sew your wounds."

The squeamish young master seems to have never been so fierce since his debut. Dang even blushed, bit his lip and waited silently for someone to send him down the mountain.

The moonlight poured in through the windows of the bamboo building, making Song Tingyi even more sleepless.

He gently pulled down the sleeping bag, and carefully stretched out his hand from inside to dissipate heat, for fear of waking Luo Yao who was beside him.

But he stretched his hand halfway, and he heard a voice next to his ear: "Song Tingyi."

He froze for a moment, then hummed while maintaining the awkward posture with his elbows up.

A muffled laughter came from beside him: "Can't sleep?"

He pulled his hand out completely, and hummed again.

"I can't sleep either." Luo Yao twisted clumsily in his direction, wrapped in a sleeping bag, as if he had lightly touched him with his shoulder, "Let's talk."

Song Tingyi pursed his lips and was silent for a moment: "It's up to you."

"Hmm..." There was a murmur in his ear, Luo Yao seemed to really want to talk about something.

Song Tingyi put his arms behind his head and turned his head to look at the moon outside the window.But it seems that the angle of lying down is not enough, he can only see a dark forest.

He turned his head a little bored, just in time to bump into Luo Yao's bright eyes.

"Why did you promise my dad to be my personal doctor?"

Song Tingyi frowned.

why?

In fact, there are not so many reasons, it is purely for money.Originally, a person was unfettered, and the money he earned was enough to support himself, but now, suddenly there was a young child in the family, and he happened to be a money burner. Don't live that little guy.

He lowered his eyelids coldly, avoiding Luo Yao's gaze: "No reason."

"Don't you know that my father is difficult to serve?" Luo Yao didn't seem to intend to give up after getting this innocuous answer, "It's even more difficult for you to be my personal doctor than his."

Song Tingyi frowned again, his fan-like eyelashes trembled under the faint moonlight, and when he raised his eyes again, he abruptly changed the subject: "Are you... still feeling sick to your stomach?"

The other party laughed twice, and asked back, "What do you think?"

This morning Song Tingyi forced Luo Yao to eat a bowl of porridge raw in order to let Luo Yao nourish his stomach.The production crew didn't arrive at the filming location until twelve o'clock today. Luo Yao casually ate a few bites of bread and went to filming. Naturally, he couldn't get enough to eat.Although the dinner was provided by the owner of the small bamboo building, because it was too late, and people in southern Yunnan were used to taking glutinous rice as their staple food, Song Tingyi looked at Luo Yao again and didn't let him eat anything.

Even if his stomach doesn't hurt right now, it shouldn't be uncomfortable if his stomach is empty.Song Tingyi pursed his lips: "That means it doesn't hurt."

Luo Yao looked at him and turned his head away again, pursed his lips and smiled, unzipped the sleeping bag and wiped the cold sweat from his hands: "Do you have hot water?"

As soon as the words fell, the people around him turned to look at him: "Are you uncomfortable?"

This time Luo Yao didn't act like a monster again, but hummed honestly.

Song Tingyi pulled down the zipper of the sleeping bag again, propped himself up and groped for the backpack on his heels.He just asked the villagers for a cup of hot water while eating, and the thermos was placed in his backpack.

He took out the thermos cup, watched Luo Yao, who was wearing a wide-sleeved toga, fumbled out of the sleeping bag, and sat up with difficulty leaning against the wall behind him. After a moment of hesitation, he opened the lid of the cup for him.

Luo Yao took the cup, held it in front of his face, lowered his head and blew gently.

"It's a little hot." Song Tingyi watched Luo Yao turn the thermos cup around, and turned the side with the words facing forward, and his lips touched the place where he had drunk before, and his mouth was inevitably a little dry.

The man had already taken a sip, and raised his head upon hearing the words, the water stain on his lips glistened faintly under the moonlight.He coughed lightly: "A little bit indeed."

Song Tingyi didn't speak, but turned his head silently, looking at his toes, a little dazed.

Luo Yao didn't say anything, took two more sips from the cup and returned the thermos to him.

The two propped themselves up and lay down cautiously, for fear that the sound they made would disturb others' sleep.

The sleeping bag was zipped up slowly, and Song Tingyi twisted it wrapped in the sleeping bag, facing the window.

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Yao called him again from behind: "Song Tingyi."

He hummed without thinking.

It's just that the sound was very light, so light that it could even be regarded as a slightly heavier exhalation sound.

He didn't know if Luo Yao heard it, so he maintained his posture and took a breath, pretending to be asleep.

It's just that the words that came out of Luo Yao's mouth a few seconds later almost revealed his secrets on the spot.

Luo Yao asked:

——Do you like men?

Song Tingyi didn't know when he fell asleep, or if he fell asleep.

In short, when he opened his eyes the next day, the sky outside was already a little hazy.

He opened the sleeping bag and sat up, silent for a moment, looked to the side, Luo Yao closed his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, it seemed that he was not sleeping peacefully.

Song Tingyi stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, it seemed a little hot.

Luo Yao's long eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

"Is it cold?" Song Tingyi withdrew his hand, grabbed the down jacket on one side and put it on, and leaned towards him.

He coughed twice, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he didn't make a sound.

Luo Yao frowned, cleared his throat twice, his voice was still hoarse: "A little bit."

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PS: Song Tingyi has no children!

Trembling, he typed the words Luo Yao had a fever.

In Shanghai, my mother was already scared through the screen.