The Best Actor and the Non-Captive Canary

Ling Mu habitually arched himself into Yan Qiujing's arms, then buried his head in Yan Qiujing's neck and squinted for a few minutes before slowly opening his eyes.As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Yan Qiujing's smiling eyes: "Are you awake, baby?"

Ling Mu, who had just woken up, had a lazy hoarse voice in his voice, and hummed "um" from his nose.After all, his sleepy eyes gradually focused. He paused, and quickly stepped on the switch to sit up straight. Looking nervously at Yan Qiujing on the bed, he asked, "Did I press you down?"

"No," Yan Qiujing smiled, took his thumb and rubbed it soothingly on the back of his hand: "Don't be so nervous, I'm really fine."

Ling Mu observed carefully, and after making sure that he didn't see a trace of uncomfortable expression on his face, he slowly felt relieved.

"Why did I fall asleep?" He muttered and straightened his back, which had been sleeping stiffly on his side, and got up and got out of bed.A little sorry, he said to Yan Qiujing: "I didn't watch the movie with you..." Yan Qiujing interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"You are accompanying me by my side," Yan Qiujing looked at him with a guilty look in his eyes, and asked, "Have you been exhausted lately? The competition is so tense, and it's rare to take a few days off to take care of me."

"Not tired." Ling Mu bent down and stroked his hair, then carefully helped him move his body to the middle of the bed, and asked casually, "Who is the murderer? Is it the woman with leg problems?"

Speaking of this, Yan Qiujing couldn't help complaining: "No, the murderer has no suspense, it is the landlord at the beginning. I can't understand the meaning of the woman's buried line at all. Now I seriously doubt whether the actor forgot in the middle of acting. I am a cripple myself."

Ling Mu laughed, and replied, "Ah, it's a good thing I didn't waste these two hours of my life. Where's my phone? What time is it?"

Yan Qiujing took out the phone from under the pillow and handed it to him, with a hesitant expression on his face, he hesitated and said, "...you and that Yuan Lai have a good relationship?"

Ling Mu glanced at the time, surprised that he was able to sleep from noon to night in one breath, and hurriedly opened the takeaway app on his phone to search for something to eat for fractured patients, and casually said: "It's okay, what's wrong?"

"...I don't even know what kind of movies you like to watch," Yan Qiujing was a little frustrated, and complained relentlessly: "You haven't shared resources with me."

"What resource?" Ling Mu looked up at him in confusion, and asked, "What movies do I like to watch? I really like your acting."

"?" Yan Qiujing was a little surprised, lowered his voice and asked incredulously: "...You, you still took pictures of me?" Then he said nervously: "You will not send my pictures to him, right? ?!"

"?" Ling Mu didn't understand what he said in the first half of the sentence without thinking, but he replied honestly: "Not yet, I will post it when I go back."

"Damn it!" Yan Qiujing was stunned, the expression on his face changed from blank to horrified, and soon he cursed angrily: "The entertainment industry is really a fucking big dye tank!"

Ling Mu ordered takeaway, put the lock screen of the phone on the table casually, raised his hand to touch Yan Qiujing's forehead, wondering, "It's not burning, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Yan Qiujing stared at Lao Yuan, stared at him firmly, and said in a strong tone: "Don't say it!"

"...Why are you so stingy." Ling Mu said helplessly, "I promised him everything."

Yan Qiujing, who was scolded for being stingy, almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood, and raised his voice in disbelief: "I, am I stingy?!"

Ling Mu looked at his colorful marquee face, and sighed, "What's wrong with you? Where are you eating so much vinegar?"

Yan Qiujing looked as if his heart was really hurt, he didn't speak, lying on the bed to avoid Ling Mu's sight and sulking.

Ling Mu was also a little dazed, not understanding why this living ancestor was suddenly angry, and when he was in a daze, he heard Yan Qiujing whisper, "I checked your phone, and he sent you a WeChat message this afternoon."

Ling Mu picked up the phone and clicked into Yuan Lai's dialog box at the top of the WeChat message list, and there was a sentence in his eyes:

- Dude, what about the movie you agreed on?

Ling Mu raised his eyes amusedly and glanced at Yan Qiujing, who was lying on the bed and turned his head to one side, deliberately not looking at him. He reached out and poked his angry face lightly with his fingertips, and couldn't help but cursed with a smile. : "Is there something wrong with you?"

Yan Qiujing had a resentful look on his face, and when he turned around, his eyes were filled with steam, and his tone was even more aggrieved: "Do you think you have no passion when you are with me?"

"……puff."

Ling Mu laughed until his cheeks became sore, and it took him a while to stop laughing under Yan Qiujing's unhappy gaze, and explained: "What are you thinking about? What he wanted from me was the resources of the horror movie you made earlier."

Yan Qiujing was stunned for a long time before asking blankly, "Which one?"

"The one you didn't dare to finish watching." Ling Mu wanted to laugh again as he spoke, he rubbed his sour face, and glanced at Yan Qiujing with smiling eyes: "Don't worry, I didn't shoot you piece."

"... Oh." Yan Qiujing touched his nose in embarrassment, and then murmured in a low voice: "Look how hard it is for the two of us to get together and stay away all day long." He took a sneak look at Ling Mu and continued: " Then next time... can I take a picture of you?"

"……no."

When the two of them were eating dinner, Ling Mu's cell phone beeped, as if there was news coming in.He ignored it and continued to serve Yan Qiujing food.

After stopping for a while, the phone rang again and again. Yan Qiujing immediately couldn't sit still, and kept looking at the phone on the bedside table, but then pretended to be casual and asked, "Who is it?"

"I don't know, let's eat first."

Ling Mu didn't want to watch, he slowly finished the meal with the absent-minded Yan Qiujing, cleared the table, lowered Yan Qiujing's bed back, washed his hands, sat back and picked up the phone to check the news.

Sure enough, he was urged to leave.

The most recent one was just sent by Yuan Lai:

- we'll be downstairs at the hospital at six o'clock tomorrow morning

Ling Mu felt a little depressed, and quickly replied:

-Um.

He exited the dialog box, and the rest of the news came from the small group in the dormitory. There were not many chat records in the group. He only swipe up a page and saw the first message just now under a series of game sharing:

Wang Le: something happened, you guys come back quickly, the chief director and chief producer are here, let me tell you that if you don't come back tonight, you will be forced to withdraw from the competition.

Wang Le: Come back quickly! !

Yuan Lai: Oh see you tomorrow

Zhao Chengze: We also have to go tomorrow, please help me delay with you and Xiao Mian.

Li Yangxu: Come on, little gray! 【strength】

Wang Le: ...Hi! ! !

Chen Mian: Since you are not in a hurry to come back...

Chen Mian: Is it dark?

Ling Mu noticed that a fiery gaze was burning his hand holding the phone, and raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and then the gaze quickly moved away.

He handed the mobile phone to the owner of the line of sight, but the man showed a tolerant face, and said with erratic eyes: "I don't look at it, I don't look at it, why should I look at your phone, it seems like I don't trust you of."

Ling Mu looked at the movie king who was still sulking for a long time because of a piece of news, and didn't expose his poor acting skills that didn't match his title at the moment.

Yan Qiujing's hand resting on the side of the bed moved slightly, and quickly bit his back molars again, still maintaining the expression he had just said: "I really don't look at it, I believe in you."

When Ling Mu really put the phone back, he hesitated and asked again: "...Who sent so many messages."

Ling Mu sat on the chair and looked at him for a while, then slowly bent over and lay down on the edge of the bed, his head buried in his arm gently rubbed against Yan Qiujing's arm, with some reluctance in his voice: "I have to go back gone."