Acting rules for pretending to be Alpha

As soon as Gu Jing was panting, his arms rested lazily on Song Zhuo's shoulders. He lowered his head, stared at the toes of the two of them, and said, "Legs are weak, rest for a while."

Song Zhuo rubbed Gu Jingyi's exposed glands with his palms. The light in the corridor was a bit dim, but it still reflected his skin white. Then he pinched his sensitive waist and whispered: "Hold you down."

"No, it's not enough. I was seen just now." Gu Jing picked the stairwell with her chin, "Why can't you hear anything when you're in love?"

Song Zhuo raised his eyebrows halfway, and said nasty words without worry: "I really can only hear your panting, and the sound of you kissing me, which is loud and greasy."

Gu Jing's face was buried in her chest with embarrassment, how could this person speak so well, like making pancakes one after another.

"It should be the staff of the crew, you should find a way to buy him off." Gu Jing paused for a while before standing up straight, "I don't even know who it is without a camera, so you can't help it, that's it, let's Both of them jumped into the ditch."

Song Zhuo deliberately said: "Then what can be done, we can only make it public."

Gu Jing suddenly raised her head and said quickly, "No."

Song Zhuo lowered his head and sighed, then rubbed Gu Jing's gland again: "Okay."

So Gu Jing raised her head, touched Song Zhuo's lips and said, "Let's go."

This floor is where the props are placed, so it should be a few staff members who were in charge of cleaning up the props on the set, and then went up to the second floor for some reason.

Song Zhuo went to ask the person in charge who stayed at night.

There were only three people left, and none of them left.

Gu Jing asked directly: "Which of you went to the second floor just now?"

The three raised their heads together, and one of the boys looked at Gu Jing, and then his neck became hot red.As soon as Gu Jing walked up, she lowered her eyes and asked, "Hi, did you take a picture just now?"

The boy looked at Song Zhuo who was watching from a distance, then immediately shook his head and said in a whisper, "No... I... I saw it by accident. I just saw the lights flickering upstairs and wanted to take a look..."

Gu Jing smiled and said: "It's okay, help keep it a secret."

The boy stumbled: "Okay...okay, then...can I have an autograph of Song...Song Zhuo, I have liked him for a long time!"

Gu Jing thought it was very interesting, so he waved to Song Zhuo: "Come here."

Song Zhuo walked over, glanced at the boy's face in a hurry for less than half a second, then looked at Gu Jingyi, his eyes changed instantly: "Huh?"

"Sign an autograph for my little fans, my big star." Gu Jingyi said.

When Song Zhuo heard the word "my", a fleeting smile immediately appeared on his face, and a stream of gentle water said, "Okay."

After signing, the boy looked up at Song Zhuo again and asked, "Can I take a photo?"

Song Zhuo replied, "Yes."

Gu Jingyi took the initiative to take on the role of photographer: "Come on, I'll take pictures for you."

The boy handed him the phone, and the moment it was unlocked, Gu Jing saw that the phone's wallpaper turned out to be Song Zhuo, or a photo from a certain magazine of Song Zhuo, with a handsome and ostentatious side face, and in the photo he was only wearing a shirt on his upper body. The baggy denim jacket, the vaguely uniform muscles bursting with a hormonal breath.

Gu Jingyi didn't have this photo in his phone.

He took a few steps back, the boy was full of smiles, it was Song Zhuo, his face seemed to be coerced no matter what.Gu Jing felt that these two people fit in a small rectangular picture frame, and they didn't go anywhere.

He said to Song Zhuo: "See if I can do it here."

So with a slight smile, his gentle and deep eyes were frozen.Gu Jing returned the phone to the boy: "Take several pictures in a row, you can keep which one looks good, you have a cute smile, you should keep all of them."

Song Zhuo raised his eyebrows aside.

The boy smiled when he heard the compliment, and it was not at all related to the shy expression before, but he was willing to accept it generously, and whispered a thank you.

Gu Jingyi didn't remind him of the things he had just told him to keep secret, because he "wasn't too careful" to open the photo album just now, and simply scanned the next few photos.

I didn't see any photos of him and Song Zhuo in the same frame.

"Good night, Brother Song Zhuo." The boy turned around and said to Gu Jingyi, "Good night."

Gu Jing lowered her head and smiled, and some emotions came out inexplicably: "What's the matter? Don't I look like Brother Jing? I don't look the same or I wear too much? It's nothing to praise you."

The boy hurriedly said it again: "Good night, brother Jingyi!"

Gu Jingyi: "Okay, go to bed early, just dreaming about me at night is enough."

The boy looked confused: "Ah...? Okay..."

Song Zhuo's temples have jumped back and forth three times.

When the people left, Gu Jing bumped into Song Zhuo's shoulder and raised his tone: "Oh, you little fan."

Song Zhuo put an arm around Gu Jing's shoulder, rubbed his shoulder through the clothes and said, "What does it have to do with me?"

Then he let go of Gu Jingyi again, and zipped up his half-open clothes to the top: "In the future, I will be jealous in another form, because I am also jealous."

Gu Jingyi didn't understand: "Huh?"

Song Zhuo lowered his eyebrows and said, "How can someone call you casually, Brother Jing——?"

As soon as Gu Jing raised her eyes, she covered Song Zhuo's mouth with her palm: "Damn it, don't call me that."

Song Zhuo pressed Gu Jing's palm with the tip of his tongue.

Itching for a while, Gu Jing quickly let go of her hand: "Walk, walk, you are still in public, you are shameless and I want shame."

In the middle, I added a lot more, and extended the shooting timeline for more than half a week. Gu Jingyi could feel the tingling of his glands from time to time, which made him feel anxious about waiting for the estrus period.

But fortunately, today is the ending scene.

He entered the play too quickly and left the play too slowly, so that he couldn't sleep in the second half of the night, with dark circles under his eyes every day. The makeup artist might have a strange voice, but Li Xun was different.

Li Xun said: "Yes, that's it! Lin Yue has to have dark circles, and this kind of lethargy that he can't sleep every day! Come on, let's start shooting."

Gu Jingyi: "Oh, all right."

-

The thick cocoon barrier in my heart can never be scraped away by Lin Yue.He followed Xie Songlin in everything, even if Xie Songlin needed a glass of water, he would go get him a glass.

Because Xie Songlin is afraid of the cold, he even prepares two cups, one warm and one hot.

This doesn't make Lin Yue feel better.

The sense of guilt will only rise suddenly when seeing Xie Songlin, there is no peak.

Their relationship is easing, or it is unilateral to Xie Songlin.

In order to take care of Xie Songlin, Lin Yue quit all his jobs. He didn't want a penny from Xie Songlin. When he was free, he paid people online to earn money.

And the little money I have saved all these years can almost last for a few years.

He can only take one step at a time.

Lin Yue pushed the wheelchair and took Xie Songlin to the park. His pale skin was as thin as paper under the sun's rays. There was a blanket covering his thigh. Xie Songlin told him that this is an Australian wool blanket that is very expensive. .

Lin Yue felt that it was just like that, a thick layer and a little heavy.

They looked at the reeds and egrets, the blue sky that remained unchanged year after year, the moss-covered stone steps, the passing of insects, and the desolate grass.

Xie Songlin asked him: "Does it look good?"

Lin Yue said, "Not as good-looking as you."

They laughed again, laughing in the park.

Like the tiny ripples that a dragonfly steps on the surface of a lake.

When he got back, Lin Yue silently wrote it down on his mobile phone, and went to the park more often in the future.

Xie Songlin wanted to reach for the charger, but Lin Yue pressed the phone aside, and still noticed his movements, so he quickly went to help him get the charger, and then plugged the charger into the socket.

He asked: "Do you want to charge it? I'll get it for you. Call me next time."

After connecting the data cable, the phone rang.

Xie Songlin asked him: "Lin Yue, is it because of guilt or love?"

Lin Yue froze there, unable to say anything.

"Lin Yue, I beg you, don't take your damned pity on me, I don't need it!"

Lin Yue turned around and looked at Xie Songlin with a sad expression he had never seen before: "Then tell me, how can I see you? How can I compensate you!"

Lin Yue had tears in his eyes, and his eyes were red and swollen: "Xie Songlin, I don't understand what you asked me to do! I never hoped that you would let me go! I feel guilty, Xie Songlin, I caused you, how can I talk about it?" Love? I don't deserve anything!"

"I will compensate you thousands of times, but I will never be able to finish that matter! Even when I see you, I will have nightmares! But I deserve it, I shouldn't have said this to you."

"Xie Songlin, let's not talk about this topic anymore, I really can't talk about anything, I don't know myself."

Lin Yue exhausted all his strength, from screaming to giving up.

Love?

What a prisoner says about love is so vulgar and disgusting.

"Okay, the driver is here to pick me up, I'll go get some air." Xie Songlin turned the wheelchair, and Lin Yue heard the sound of gears rubbing farther and farther away, leaving behind the final sound of closing the door.

He slumped on the ground.

I can't cry, I can only hold my heart.Following the ticking of the clock, he stared blankly at the floor, his eyes were empty, he didn't think about anything, he just sat slumped.

He forgot the time, and didn't realize it until his body was too cold and shivered. Xie Songlin hadn't come back yet, it was late, it was cold outside, and it was autumn.

The maple leaves are all cold.

At two o'clock in the morning, Lin Yue called the driver.

The driver said that Xie Songlin didn't let him come over tonight.He frantically said to the phone: "Xie Songlin is gone! He hasn't come back yet! He lied to me again!"

He ran out in such a panic, and finally ran away with all his slippers. He frantically went looking for Xie Songlin, but there was no sign of Xie Songlin there.

He called the police.

Xie Songlin didn't leave him a word.

Until he saw the camera, Nanhu Lake did not install a fence due to autumn maintenance, and there was no street light for a short section of the road, Xie Songlin was short-sighted again.

In the dark night, Xie Songlin wanted to go home with his wheelchair, but he turned in the wrong direction when going downhill, and the wheelchair and others fell into the lake together.

The very shallow lake water drowned Xie Songlin.

Lin Yue didn't even see the bubbles rising from the surface of the water where he called for help.

He knew Xie Songlin's third lie. Xie Songlin said that he would go to the park every month.

Instead of crying in pain, Lin Yue laughed instead. It was a long, long bitter smile. This time, they were all completely dead.

-

Song Zhuo finished, even if the staff sent a bouquet of flowers.

"Congratulations to Xie Songlin for the finale! Our Teacher Song is finalized!"

Gu Jing didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so he held back, hugged Song Zhuo and said, "Congratulations!" Song Zhuo pressed his lips against Gu Jing's ear and said, "Go and sit in the car for a while, I can just stay here by myself."

"Okay." Gu Jingyi said.

He had the privilege of running away when he had to laugh.

The others were also wiping away their tears just now, but the moment they heard the beating, the joy of finishing was even more joyful, so the haze was quickly driven away, which meant that their work was about to end.

The little boy ran to Song Zhuo yesterday, stuffed a letter to Song Zhuo and said, "I am your fan, I have liked you for five years, please accept it!"

Song Zhuo nodded, accepted the letter, and then the boy adjusted his phone and said, "Can I take another photo?"

Song Zhuo said: "Yes."

Song Zhuo no longer remembers who is right to whom. After all, countless group photos have been taken today, and even the producer whose eyes are swollen from crying has to take a photo with him.

He said to everyone, okay, okay, um.Changed the three words back and forth, and then his head was full of, did Gu Jingyi suffer so much, he didn't say anything, and held back.

On the other side, although Gu Jingyi felt uncomfortable, he was completely relieved, because he was exhausted from the filming, and he was about to wrap up, so he could have a rest time.

After finishing, he will give himself a whole week's vacation to go to the park to check the fences next to each small lake.

After thinking about it, he fell asleep, and the driver didn't want to disturb him, so he gently opened the door and walked to Song Zhuo's side, and asked him if he could go, saying that Gu Jingyi had fallen asleep.

Song Zhuo apologized to several other crew members, saying that they would not pay the director's pocket for the treat on the day when Gu Jing was finished, and then the whole crew was in an uproar and began to choose places one after another.

There is a big money on the list, and if there is a bargain, you must take advantage of it!

Song Zhuo covered Gu Jingyi with a piece of clothing, and said softly to the driver: "Let's go back first."

"Shouldn't you wait for Miss Zhu again today?" the driver asked.

Song Zhuo said: "No, she went back with the producer's car today, she was a little dizzy, so she started to let her own artists go."

The driver noticed something was wrong when he heard this, and raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror. Song Zhuo's expression was cold and cruel, which made the driver look away quickly. Fortunately, there was a baffle in the back seat, and Song Zhuo was also in the driver's seat. In a moment of fear, he lowered the baffle.

The driver felt that it was really difficult to drive a car, and he had to guess the relationship between the artist and his assistant, and the relationship between the assistant and other artists.

The author says:

The masses: rice, hungry, want it.

Song Zhuo: If you have money, you can hang out wherever you want, give it, give it all.

People: Xiao Gu, cute, I want it.

Song Zhuo: Huh?Say it again!

The masses (silence, oppression, distress)