almost lost eggs

After he couldn't feel the presence of Professor Shi, the only way to find someone was to let himself bleed. Blood was even more sensitive to Feng Nan than his sense of smell.

When he bit someone back then, the blood still remembered the stench of that person, so the bleeding was just to find him.

It's just that this method is a stupid method, the sensitivity of the surrounding environment is really not high, and the distance can only be a few kilometers around Feng Nan.

And to keep himself alert at all times, Feng Nan had to let himself bleed at any time.

But fortunately, there is not much blood, and it can be replenished.

***

Feng Nan's career has gradually started, and his popularity has gradually increased, and more and more people know him, but he still hasn't found the person he wants to wait for.

He was still wondering why he could attract people surnamed Shi, but he couldn't meet his brother.

But yes, he and his brother left early, Feng Nan could remember what his brother looked like, but his brother might not.After all, Feng Nan was still a child when he left.

So Feng Nan could only make persistent efforts to make himself appear in front of more people, and then he would take on a new play, or a martial arts sentence in ancient costume, as the male number two.

It may be that Feng Nan's Gufeng image is impressive, because "Shuangxia" has made more people realize a dignified Pianpianjia son.

It was only after signing the contract that Hu Yao actually became the third male in this drama.

It's really a narrow road for enemies.

On the day of the opening ceremony, Hu Yao deliberately moved closer to Feng Nan, and muttered in a low voice, "Hey, we are really destined, we just met each other in a variety show, and we are partners in a drama."

Feng Nan pretended not to hear.

But he was still chattering on the sidelines, "I didn't say that, who was that guy that day, he was so handsome, he was your partner, right? Don't worry that I will tease him, I don't like men, I like girls here , soft and soft. Hey, have you tried it? You've tried a girl, and you won't be with him from the beginning, right?"

Feng Nan: "..."

Feng Nan turned and left, but the man looked as if he was about to follow, his face turned cold, and he lowered his voice: "If you don't want to fight here, get out of here."

As long as he stayed with this person for one more second, Feng Nan was afraid that he would lose control and make a move.

Hu Yao became honest now, and broke his hair on his forehead silently in boredom, "Please please." He made a gesture of concession.

As Feng Nan walked away, Hu Yao raised his eyebrows leisurely, it seems that he has to give you a heavy dose.

There was a fight scene between Feng Nan and Hu Yao, both of them rejected Wu Dai and went to battle in person.

Before the filming started, Feng Nan was walking forward to a fixed position. Hu Yao ran to his side abruptly and whispered in his ear: "I can smell it. You have a few very special eggs, like yours. It doesn't quite taste like you."

"How about this, you give me two, I will never look for you again, compared to eating old meat like you——"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Nan punched the man in the face, and Hu Yao immediately dodged sideways.But he dodged here, and another kick came over there.

The two came back and forth, attacked and dodged, and fought before the director called to start filming.

And it's not the kind of random kicking with fists and feet, one move after another, raising smoke and dust on the ground, and falling a few forest leaves.

The scene was chosen in a forest, and the pursuit of martial arts scenes is realistic. These two are more real than hanging wires, completely eliminating the steps of hanging wires, backflips, and flying into the air is a breeze.

The director on the side not only didn't stop, but pressed the start of shooting quickly.

Except for the wrong lines, both of them are completely OK in terms of eyes and movements!

With a gesture of close negotiation, Feng Nan said viciously in a voice that only they could hear: "You are courting death!"

"Ah, ah," Hu Yao panted a little, "I was still skeptical, but this reaction turned out to be true. This is big news!" He laughed mischievously, and was thrown to the ground by Feng Nan the next moment.

"Cut!" the director called to stop in time. Apart from the fact that the martial arts scenes were enough, he realized that these two seemed to be coming for real. The corners of Hu Yao's mouth were bleeding. It would be a sin to kill someone.

Since the director called to stop and everyone present was watching, Feng Nan had no choice but to stop.

A pair of dark eyes tightly grasped Hu Yao.

Hu Yao sat up from the ground, patted the dust on his body nonchalantly, and wiped the blood froth from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. It seemed that he was more difficult to deal with than imagined.

The moment he raised his eyes, the usual sunny smile appeared, "Okay, how can I be such a conscientious actor, in order to inspire the opponent's play, I have contributed to this extent."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience who had just "watched the play" suddenly realized, ah, did they really get into the play?

But what kind of reasons, of course, only the parties have the right to explain.

"You don't take it lightly." Hu Yao put one hand on Feng Nan's shoulder, "If it really hurts, I will go to your house to eat eggs."

He gave Feng Nan a look, which means that acting needs to be done in full, and at this time, the smarter should deal with those "audiences".

Feng Nan is not stupid, he took a deep breath, "Sorry, try to control the force next time."

"Where did you learn all your kung fu? Absolutely!" the director took the opportunity to say.

Hu Yao: "Ah, we both came out of the same martial arts school. He is my senior brother. Don't you think so, Feng Nan?"

Everyone's eyes were on Feng Nan. After a while, Feng Nan said, "Yes."

***

That day Feng Nan was finalizing his styling. He was wearing a dark blue satin gown with high black hair. From head to toe, he looked like an official son.

Things like temperament are inherently more deadly.

Originally fair-skinned and bright-eyed, sitting there quietly gave people an illusion of time travel.

While coveting Feng Nan's face, the makeup artist stared openly and praised: "The skin is fair and tender, I don't think I need to add anything to your face, no matter what you add, it will be a kind of stain on you! You are like the lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, you are so beautiful..."

Feng Nan: "..."

It is said that there is no need to add more, but in fact there is one more thing that must be added, a little red between the eyebrows, this is the sign of the male second, and it will rely on this blackening transformation in the later stage.

"Wait, don't add too much, just a little!" The makeup artist, Tingting walked in front of her, she almost took a step, and still couldn't do it, she smiled awkwardly: "Hey, yes, I'm shaking a little, I'm afraid If you paint this beautiful face of yours, then I will be sorry to God!"

"It's okay, just start painting." Feng Nan said.

After twitching for a while, and finally getting started, the door suddenly opened.

Feng Nan knew who it was without looking back, "Why are you here?"

When someone approached, Feng Nanping frowned unhappily, and said bluntly: "There is still a vixen vibe."

Obviously, before this, I met that person.

Shan Jun: "Passing by, I heard that you are doing styling, let's take a look." After saying that, he sniffed his body left and right, "I don't smell any foxy, but I don't know where I overturned the jar of vinegar."

Just based on Feng Nan's nose, he must have guessed who he just met.

Shan Jun walked up to them, and said to the make-up artist kindly, "Do you want a little bit between your eyebrows?"

"Ah, ah!" The makeup artist was dumbfounded, and then nodded vigorously after recovering.

Ah, President Shan is not angry, his legs are weak.

"Then can I help?" Shan Jun raised his eyebrows.

"Ah Dang, of course!" The makeup artist hastily handed the extraordinary pen in his hand to Shan Jun, and then slipped away, unwilling to be a light bulb.

Feng Nan was sitting at this moment, and Shan Jun was standing beside him.

Shan Jun gently re-stained the cinnabar on the tip of the pen, and turned Feng Nan's swivel chair with one hand, so that he was facing him, leaned over, and the pen was at hand.

"Tsk," Feng Nan turned his head, "It's strong."

Of course, this does not mean a little bit of cinnabar smell, Feng Nan just resists that smell physiologically, and coupled with the lack of mouth that day, he doesn't like it even more.

Shan Juan did not retreat but advanced: "I'm not looking for you to relieve the smell." He gently pinched Feng Nan's chin to straighten it up, and he wrote like a god, with a point between his eyebrows, "Don't move, it's okay if the drawing is crooked." It doesn't look good."

In ancient times, Xuanzong added flowers to Yang Yuhuan, and now Shan Jun painted cinnabar for Feng Xiaonan. The two are similar in that the objects are extremely beautiful. The difference is that he, Shan Jun, will be with Feng Xiaonan for the rest of his life.

The distance between the two of them was extremely close, every pore on Feng Nan's face could touch the warmth of Shan Jun's exhalation, the spotlight on the top of his head illuminated him whitely, and coated him with a faint light, like a moon in water mirror flower.

There was no hesitation in writing, but in the eyes of the two of them, the time of a few seconds was stretched infinitely long. The pen was finished, and a small, delicate and round point fell between the eyebrows.

so gorgeous.

The pupils of both sides reflected each other clearly and seamlessly.

Shan Jun said in a deep voice, "You look so pretty."

He didn't give Feng Nan a chance to refute, and explained "how to get rid of the smell" in a personal way.

After a while, there was a slight ambiguous sound in the dressing room.

The author has something to say: I am not very good at writing martial arts scenes (I still dream of writing martial arts TVT in the future...) Good night~~ I love Ni Meng~

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