I’m Afraid It’s a Salted Fish

Chi Song was so tired that he squeezed Song Zhihuai’s fingers and slept again.

...Overnight dreams.

Early the next morning, he was exhausted, crawling up with his eyes vacant and touching the mirror in the bathroom. He was shocked by himself.

… He was covered with iodophor for half of his face, and he looked terrible.

After recovering, his first thought was: great, take advantage of this injured state to shoot quickly, and now Jianing is suitable for this disgraced image.

He picked up the towel, unscrewed the hose, and wiped his face carefully with water.

Before wiping twice, Chi Song raised his head and saw through the mirror the face of Song Zhihuai, who was standing at the door of the bathroom with low air pressure, and was almost scared to throw the towel in his hand.

Song Zhihuai was awakened by the sound of releasing water, and he felt empty by touching him.

When he got up, he was particularly prone to hypoglycemia, and he was not good at blood. As soon as he entered the bathroom, he found that Chi Song was rubbing his face, and Song Zhihuai's unnamed fire suddenly burned.

He pulled open the bathroom door, gave way to Chi Song, and ordered: "...get me out."

Chi Song looked at him with a towel in his hands, peach blossom eyes round and round.

Song Zhihuai pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezed hard, and said coldly: "Go to bed. Don't let me say it again."

Chi Song threw the towel away and ran out.

When Song Zhihuai returned to the bed full of anger, he looked up and saw Chi Song, almost laughing without speaking.

Chi Song has drilled back into the quilt and pulled himself up to wrap himself into a yam dumpling, so obediently said.

Song Zhihuai adjusted his mentality, tightened his facial muscles again, and walked to the side of the bed, saying: "I have already asked you to leave, starting from today, three days off."

Chi Song was dumbfounded: "...ah?"

Song Zhihuai asked indifferently: "Is there any problem?"

Chi Song hasn't seen Song Zhihuai so harsh for a long time.

In his memory, he was so indifferent to himself last time, as if he was still at Nebulas Entertainment's annual meeting a few years ago.

At that time, Song Zhihuai had not yet participated in the audition selection.

Before the start of the annual meeting, Chi Song was instructed by the then agent Li Jie Qian Dingwang to tell him to perform well in front of President Song. If he had the eyes of President Song, he might still have the chance to return to life and die.

Chi Song was agitated by Sister Li's pre-war speech. She ran to the toilet before toasting to release water. She was afraid that when facing the big boss, her legs would be soft for a while, and there would be some physiological reaction.

He didn't die, he just pulled the trouser chain, and there was a big shadow around him.

Chi Song’s height in the entertainment industry actor is probably in the second echelon, and the person around him is obviously the mainstay in the first echelon.

Chi Song turned his head to look at him.

Song Zhihuai stood beside him, noting that Chi Song's eyes fell on himself, and also glanced at him lightly, Quan responded.

This look scared Chi Song almost pulled up his pants and stood upright.

There is something wrong with Chi Song. If someone is standing around, he can't release it.

The atmosphere in the toilet was extremely embarrassing for a while.

Song Zhihuai was quite calm, the ancient well in his face was waveless, but Chi Song's back was already sweating.

He silently lowered his head and put on his pants.

A paragraph like "The leader personally went to the toilet" flashed through Chi Song's mind, but in the end he had the courage to say hello to Song Zhihuai respectfully: "...Song is good."

Song Zhihuai: "Well, good."

When Chi Song escaped from the bathroom, his shirt was wet and he calmed down after drinking a glass of sparkling mineral water.

...Mr. Song is so big.

This first impression lingered in Chi Song's mind, so that after a while he toasted Song Zhihuai, he dared not look directly at his face.

So Song Zhihuai left no impression on Chi Song.

About half a year later, the two formally established a relationship.

Song Zhihuai mentioned the audition meeting, saying that it was the first time he saw Chi Song, and Chi Song shook his head, saying that the first time the two met with the teacher in victory, it was in the men's toilet of the company's annual meeting.

Song Zhihuai suddenly realized: "That person is you? When I saw that I didn't even dare to go to the toilet, the one who said hello and ran out of his legs?"

In the past few years, Song Zhihuai has never sneered at him again. Today, he suddenly raised his face, reminding Chi Song of the fear of seeing him in the men’s toilet and frightening to run away.

Chi Song weakly commented: "I want to take a picture before I get hurt. Now my condition is okay..."

When he heard that he was okay, Song Zhihuai couldn't fight.

What a fart. He was almost dragged to the hospital yesterday to get a sedative. Is that OK?

Isn’t this the same thing as saying “I didn’t drink too much” to the alcoholic?

"No." Song Zhihuai coldly refused, "What should I do if the wound is infected?"

Chi Song said tentatively: "...I'll be more careful?"

Song Zhihuai took a deep breath and resisted the urge to cut his head: "Lu Yuan has already granted your leave. You must not think about it and take a good rest. Lu Yuan will shoot other people's plays first in these two days."

However, Chi Song insisted abnormally: "I finally found my condition. Besides, this injury is very rare."

Song Zhihuai: "..."

Speaking of the drama, Chi Song inevitably went offline, pointing to his face with reason and reason: "Look, the prop master can't do such a good effect, just playing the opponent's drama with Cheng Ding. I promise, After just playing the scene where he actively negotiated with me, I would rest. Really."

Song Zhihuai felt like he was going to be mad: "...you just do whatever you want."

Chi Song just woke up early in the morning, his head still stunned, and he was concerned about the crew. Hearing Song Zhihuai’s words, he directly understood his words with single-line thinking.

Chi Song crawled out of the bed with his hands and feet and rejoiced: "Really?"

Song Zhihuai indifferently took a face, quietly brought Chi Song's coat over, threw it on the bed, then fell out of the door and bought a pack of cigarettes.

He drew one of them and took two sips, only to feel that there was no taste, and anxiously threw away the cigarette case and the cigarette together.

When Chi Song appeared again in the crew, Lu Yuan was startled: "Isn't it impossible to say?"

Chi Song expressed positively: "Quickly, taking advantage of my fresh wounds, hurry up and take a picture with Cheng Ding, I will go back to rest again."

Lu Yuan swears that for the first time in his career, he was so happy to see the actor break the phase.

Today there happened to be Cheng Ding's play, and Qian Qi also came to the set, so the first scene was filmed with Jian Ning and Cheng Ding's meeting.

After the shooting began, Lu Yuan, who observed the shooting status of each camera position through the monitor, shook his head slightly: "... Qian Qi can't bear Chi Song."

Not only did he think so, everyone found that Qian Qi's understanding of the characters was far worse than Chi Song.

Qian Qi obviously turned "Cheng Ding" into a narcissistic antisocial personality patient, with more arrogance and less charm.

Because of the failure to satisfy Lu Yuan, the money period was NG several times before it was barely passed.

Chi Song bent over and thanked the crew of the crew before he took his vacation. He was prepared to go back to rest in peace.

On the way back, the passion for acting subsided, and Chi Song gradually realized that when he went out in the morning, Zhihuai seemed angry.

Ruminating his behavior in the morning, Chi Song became more and more guilty. He touched his phone and tapped Bai Zhirong privately, summed up what happened yesterday and this morning, and sent it to Bai Zhirong, asking him what he should do.

Bai Zhirong was silent for a few seconds, and sent a "Bian Que Sanlian" expression package: "Unable to cure. Dead. Leave."

Chi Song: "..."

When Chi Song returned to the hotel humbly, he found that Song Zhihuai was sitting on the bed and watching TV.

It was determined that Zhihuai didn't have any gamble to go back to the imperial capital, and Chi Song was relieved.

Carrying the newly bought crab powder steamed buns, Chi Song leaned up, and the little tail flew up: "Zhihuai, I'm back. Do you eat steamed buns?"

Song Zhihuai glanced at him, threw away the remote control, turned over and sat up: "...come."

Chi Song climbed into bed and looked at him flatly.

Song Zhihuai inspected the bruises on his face, took physiological saline and iodophor from the head of the bed, dipped it with a cotton swab without expression, and applied disinfection to Chi Song's face.

The salt water tingled as soon as it was next to the wound, and Chi Song breathed cold air with pain.

Song Zhihuai said: "...endure."

Chi Song really didn't breathe, and he sighed in tears.

After the medicine was finished, Chi Song hung his head down, and he begged for peace: "To Huai, don't be angry."

Chi Song was not happy, and Song Zhihuai looked distressed, but in order to let Chi Song learn a lesson, he still supported the tiger to raise a face, picked up the remote control, and continued to change channels.

Chi Song found that he had been ignored, so he had to take out the crab buns silently, nibbling bit by bit, and his eyes were uncontrollably slipping on Song Zhihuai.

Song Zhihuai couldn't help but stare at him, and finally couldn't help breaking the score.

He opened his mouth slightly to Chi Song.

Chi Song's eyes lit up and quickly picked up a small bun to feed into Song Zhihuai's mouth: "Zhihuai, are you angry?"

Song Zhihuai caught the disobedient Chi Xiaomiao in his arms, and asked severely: "Do you know how to cherish yourself in the future?"

Of course, Chi Song nodded quickly, and the chick pecked the rice like: "Know!"

Song Zhihuai was satisfied.

Today, he has drawn up a plan, and when the crew breaks out, he will take Chi Song out for a tour and tell him to put down all his work and take a good rest for a month.

at the same time.

I was watching the film I made today, and Lu Yuan, who was so hot in the eyes, received a call before I could swallow the jasmine flower in my mouth.

Lu Yuan picked up the phone and said with a hippie smile: "Uncle Ling, why is it so late to call me?"

Ling Lixing's father was on the other end of the phone.

Unlike Ling Lixing, Uncle Ling is talkative and loves to chatter with his juniors.

Uncle Ling said: "I'm looking for Lixing. I can't find a file here. I want to ask him if there is a backup there, but I can't contact him. I'll come to you."

Lu Yuan said: "He's here with my USB stick. I'll find what you want."

The Lu family and the Ling family are friends, and the relationship between Lu Yuan and Ling Lixing has long been clear to the parents of both parties. And the parents of both parties have been in the circle for a long time, and they have seen more things, and they are also very enlightened.

They do not expect these two people to pass on the lineage, as long as the children are happy, they are better than anything.

Lu Yuan quickly found Uncle Ling the files he wanted, and asked Shunzu more: "What are you doing, Uncle Ling?"

Uncle Ling said: "Aren't you busy with Uncle Sun's new movie?"

Lu Yuan was surprised: "Yo, Sun Bo, is he going to raise his pen again?"

Uncle Ling said with a smile: "Hey, don't mention, your Sun Bo script has been written, and I asked several producers. They all said that for market considerations, we must let well-known traffic youngsters be the actor, otherwise they will not Consider investing. Now you don’t know the acting skills of those little kids. Your Sun Bo is so angry that he didn’t expect his Sun Guangren’s script to be sold one day.”

Lu Yuan touched his chin, his eyes brightened slightly: "Hey, Uncle Ling, can I recommend you a person?"

Uncle Ling was surprised: "Why? Do you have a suitable one here?"

Lu Yuan drew his mouse: "Well, Uncle Ling, I'll pack and send you a few pieces that he hasn't edited yet, they are all on-site radio. You and Uncle Sun meet to see if he can. If you can, , I will give you his contact information, let him try a mirror, how?