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Rong Yuheng finally understood what it meant to be too much to lose, and to restrain himself.

When he was covered with a quilt at night, he was directly covered with a big head and his body was straight. Across the corridor, Huang Jianing stood on the bedside to turn off the light, and asked strangely, "Are you cold?"

Rong Yuheng's bed was arched.

Huang Jianing, "You will suffocate like this."

An urn sound was heard from the bed, "I have been suffocated."

"..."

The next day was the premiere of "Cross Ocean Flower", and the next day Rong Yuheng went to the team to ask for leave. Li Jiao only asked not to delay the performance and pay attention to safety, which can be said to be very free range.

Rong Yuheng's plane in the afternoon followed the team for training in the morning.

In the bright dance studio, three sides are bright and clean mirrors. The six teenagers were long and sturdy, waving their arms cleanly and turning around swiftly.

The light above the head shined brightly and projected between the eyebrows and eyes of the teenagers. The white light of the shadows alternated instantly on their faces with the movement of shaking their heads. The crystal beads of sweat threw a sharp arc in the air.

Boom, heels rested on the smooth wooden floor, and the last movement fell neatly. Shan Qi stood in the C position, with white and skinny fingers pointing straight to the top of his head, and blue veins on his arms.

Sweat smashed water marks on the floor.

After three seconds, everyone relaxed.

Zou Yi directly lifted the hem of his clothes and wiped the sweat from his face, revealing a flat belly. Huang Jianing glanced enviously, but didn't get started-sweating, he disliked it.

Rong Yuheng took off his jacket and threw it aside, turning his head to grab water by the wall behind him. Bian Chen bent over to pick up the coat he had thrown on the ground, and put it on Rong Yuheng's back with a "crash", "Do you want to catch a cold?"

"It's too hot." Rong Yuheng pulled off his coat, raised his head and slurped a few sips of water, because he drank too eagerly, a little flowed down the corners of his mouth and slid across the beautifully curved jaw line.

His physique is rather cold, and he is afraid of cold when he is not moving; but he sweats quickly when he moves, and his whole body is like a fished out of the water.

Bian Chen glanced at the water dripping from the corner of his mouth, his lips moved, "You..."

Rong Yuheng took the bottle away and turned around, "What's wrong with me?"

Bian Chen, "You look like an emoticon bag."

Rong Yuheng, "?"

Bian Chen, "The cat that is very popular on the Internet, the knowledge of **** has increased, and there is a drooling mouth and very dementia..."

Before he finished his words, Rong Yuheng gagged his mouth with his jacket.

"You are demented!"

Huang Jianing just came over and saw Rong Yuheng groaning, "How can you describe him that way? He is obviously that bird..."

He got stuck in the middle of talking, and turned to ask Tang Ji, "What's the bird's name?"

Tang Jiwen whispered his lips quietly, "Whalehead stork."

Rong Yuheng's pupils quake: Don't think he doesn't know what a whalehead stork looks like!

Unexpectedly, the only kind-hearted Tang Ji also rebelled!

Carrying the condemnation of all members of the team, Rong Yuheng embarked on the road to participate in the premiere without reluctance.

When the plane landed near five o'clock, Qu Youhe came to pick people up at the airport.

Rong Yuheng did not book a hotel, and Wen Zezong's room was a suite, so he checked in directly with his bag. Qu Youhe sent him to the door of the room, with a meaningful expression in his eyes, "You..."

Rong Yuheng was hairy behind his back. He was about to sneak back to the front desk and book a room for himself. The door behind him was pushed open with a click.

"coming?"

Wen Zezheng stood at the door holding the doorknob, and said hard with Qu Youhe. He reached out and pulled Rong Yuheng, who was still stunned outside, closer to the room.

Klang, the door closed.

Rong Yuheng was pinched by Wen Zeleng and leaned behind the door almost as soon as he entered the door.

The tall body was covered, rapid and hot breathing was close at hand, Wen Zezheng's eyes were deep and bright, and Rong Yuheng felt unconsciously being lifted up.

Wen Zezhen lowered his head and kissed.

The soft lips clinging and rubbing, were squeezed and deformed, and the tongue mixed with body fluid stained in the quiet entrance.

As soon as Rong Yuheng's hand loosened, the duffel bag fell under the feet of the two with a "boom", he lifted his hand up to hook Wen Zezong's neck, and his whole body was trembling when he was kissed on his shoulders.

Wen Zezhen stretched out his long arms and lifted up with someone, and hugged him all the way into the room.

Rong Yuheng's legs were hung on his waist, and he couldn't fall off the whole person, neither was it clamped nor clamped. He could only support Wen Zeleng's shoulders and let out a resisting voice, "I'm going to fall, put me down!"

Wen Zezhen raised his eyes to look at him, "Then you clamp it."

Rong Yuheng feels ashamed no matter how thick-skinned he is, "Is this bad?"

Wen Zezhen, "What's wrong, you can still hold my waist in a 360-degree circle when you dance tango, why don't you think it's not good?"

"..." Rong Yuheng choked, he suspected that Wen Zezhen was holding a grudge. He arrogantly argued, "That's a dedication to art."

"Now it can also be dedicated to art."

"What kind of art is this!"

"Body Art."

"..." Grass, good show.

Rong Yuheng was let go after being pressed on the bed and kissed and nibbling for more than 20 minutes. He was already dead, collapsed in the quilt, like a rag doll that was soaked up by the goblin. The eyes are hollow.

Fairy Winner ate and drank enough, wiped his mouth with satisfaction, caring about the physical and mental health of his little hamster, "Is it hungry, I ask someone to bring it up?"

Rong Yuheng's hollow eyes moved, and he slowly returned to his senses.

"A little bit."

Wen Zezhen was very meaningful, "It seems that I didn't feed you..."

Rong Yuheng woke up in a second! Looking forward in disbelief-Wen Zezhen digs a hole for him! ?

Wen Zizheng touched his head again when he finished speaking, "Lie down obediently, and the teacher will order you something to eat."

Damn it! Rong Yuheng's scalp was numb by Wen Zezheng. This person actually entered the role playing without authorization!

When Wen Zezong applauded dinner and brought it into the room, Rong Yuheng had been wrapped up in the corner of the bed. Wen Zezhen laughed with the plate, "What are you doing?"

Rong Yuheng exudes alertness, "Refuse to enter the script!"

Wen Zezong seemed to be deaf, and beckoned to him domineeringly, "Hey, come to eat. Don't you listen to what the teacher said?"

Hastily... Rong Yuheng's heart was pounding, he felt that he would not be able to call the title "Mr. Wen" outside in the future. This title has changed color!

Wen Zezhen pushed the small dining trolley in the room against the wall, and leaned it against the edge of the bed, "You can eat on the bed if you don't want to get out of bed."

In the end, Rong Yuheng didn't resist the temptation of food, and slowly came over, and then was caught by Wen Zezong and tightened his waist.

"Eat, I'm not hungry yet, I'll watch you eat."

Rong Yuheng has an inexplicable sense of fattening the pigs...

After a meal, Wen Zezheng said no more than ten "teacher", and he urged Rong Yuheng to say something.

Rong Yuheng raised his stubborn head, swearing to his death... and then he was kissed by Wen Zezong in a gesture of raising his head until he was about to suffocate.

Ten minutes later, Rong Yuheng pushed the person away, covering his mouth with a grimace, "There will be media tomorrow, what should I do if it is swollen?"

Wen Zezong was fearless, "We bear the burden of wind and rain!"

Rong Yuheng, "..."

"Either you tell me to listen." Wen Zezhen rubbed his earlobe, pressing his throat to the utmost alluring posture, "Why are you talking so nicely on the phone?"

Rong Yuheng chose the latter between bearing the burden of wind and rain and discarding the face, and squeezed from the gap between his lips, "Teacher..."

The breathing in his ears suddenly increased, and Wen Zezhen took a bite on his earlobe and squeezed his arm around the waist, "Call again." He said, "There are nine more sounds."

Rong Yuheng, "..."

"teacher."

"Good." Wen Zezheng was not enough to respond, and joined the small theater without authorization, "Let the teacher check whether your homework is finished."

Rong Yuheng: ... What a creative Wen Zezheng!

Presumably, his entry into the screenwriting definition can have a slight impact on Xunguang.

With a sound of "teacher" corresponding to the wonderful play of a small theater, the two went round again on Qiu Ming Mountain.

After cleaning up, Rong Yuheng wrapped the washed soul, and Wen Zezheng tidyed up the dining car, sheets, and floor.

Rong Yuheng washed his soul back to the state of factory settings, and said casually, "Which one will you wear tomorrow, teacher?"

Wen Zezheng, who was picking up clothes in front of his luggage, gave a pause.

The room was quiet for half a minute...

Then Rong Yuheng suddenly covered his mouth: Damn it! It's so easy! !

Wen Zezheng, who received the "buy ten get one free" coupon, turned around lovingly and took out the dark blue tie that Rong Yuheng gave him from his duffel bag. The tie dangled twice in the air, and the drooping texture was quite ascetic.

"Teacher wears this tie given by Rongrong."

Rong Yuheng, "..."

Fortunately, Wen Zexang still thought about wearing this tie at the premiere tomorrow, but he didn't put some of his original ideas into practice.

Rong Yuheng, who could have escaped a catastrophe, decided that next time he sent Wen Zezheng, he would send a few Zhengmiaohong gifts to suppress the yellow waste in his mind.

For the premiere on the second day, in addition to the crew director, screenwriter, producer, and lead actor, all major media were invited.

Rong Yuheng wore a small light gray suit. The waisted hem outlines his waist snugly. The straight buttocks are wrapped under the suit trousers of exquisite fabric. The straight legs and legs are well-shaped.

Wen Zeleng could not stand it again after only one glance.

He stuck behind Rong Yuheng and walked into the arena, slightly lowered his head and whispered, "I'm a little nervous."

Rong Yuheng didn't get to his point, turned his head and smiled, "You have been on the three gold podiums for one actor, so what are you nervous about during the premiere?"

"I'm afraid of getting into tomorrow's headlines and hot searches." Wen Zezhen said, "The suit pants are too close to the skin."

Rong Yuheng, what do you mean by "Huh?"

Now outside, there are many media and actors around. Wen Zexang dare not get too close to Rong Yuheng, so he can only lower his voice, showing a bit of hoarseness, "I'm about to react."

Damn it! Rong Yuheng suddenly froze like a sea scallop and rushed out a meter away--he looked back at Wen Zezong in horror, and then glanced down calmly.

Didn’t you just go up the mountain yesterday, so energetic! ?

Wen Zezhen's face was slightly red, he was dressed in a dark suit and a silver-patterned blue-bottomed tie. The knot was tied to the top to resist the **** Adam's apple.

An ascetic dress, but with a lusty and astringent face, there is a kind of sexual tension that makes people unable to move their eyes.

Rong Yuheng turned his head silently...It's over, he is about to react.

He could hardly imagine what explosive news would be if he were photographed by the media at the premiere.

After reciting ten "Cleansing Mantra" in my heart to suppress the desire, Rong Yuheng exhaled a long breath and turned his head to greet the other actors present.

…

When everyone was seated and the host announced the start of the event on stage, Rong Yuheng's attention returned to the premiere.

As the second male, Wen Zezheng has already been on stage with other crew members to be interviewed. Rong Yuheng was sitting alone in the table, but the media couldn’t help but swept at him——

Shouldn't Rong Yuheng perform with STAR-T, he actually came to the premiere of "Yueyanghua"!

On the stage, Long Zheng first explained his own shooting ideas, ideas and general plot of the film, and then it was the turn of the leading actors to answer questions from the media.

Although "Over the Ocean Flower" talks about the student groups' struggle against the times under the background of the Republic of China, it is also mixed with the feelings of children in the wild torrent.

The heroine played by Pan Siyi first liked the second man played by Wen Zezheng. Later, he fell in love with the first man played by Wei Xintian in the concert.

The media then handed the microphone to Pan Siyi, "What do you think of the emotional line between the male and female protagonist and the second male in the play?"

This question is a bit of a comparison between males and males. A little carelessness will cause controversy between the movie and the actors themselves.

Pan Siyi thought about it for two seconds and replied, "The male one and the male two are two completely different types, and they are very attractive. The light on the male two is very dazzling. He is bold, persevering and responsible, so the heroine started Will be attracted to him."

Pan Siyi paused when he said that, "But the male second only has career and family country in his heart. The feelings of the female protagonist for him finally turned into respect and admiration. The love between the male and female protagonists is a lead in this film, interspersed In the midst of gunpowder and turmoil, this tragic and great era has added a touch of warmth of human affection."

Rong Yuheng in the audience listened very carefully. He had a strong empathy, especially for stories with a background in the Republic of China. He was particularly susceptible to being touched. At this moment, I just heard Pan Siyi confess a little background and personality, and my heart felt as uncomfortable as being hit.

The media also handed the microphone to Wen Zezhen, "We know that when casting a role, Mr. Wen will choose the second man because of your close personalities, so in that era, will Mr. Wen choose to abandon love to defend the country?"

The more Rong Yuheng listened, the more he felt that the media present today was very tricky, and the problems were full of traps.

If Wen Zezhen said "no", he would definitely be criticized; if he said "Yes," he happened to be there again today, and there would definitely be media shooting with his expression.

Then the next day there will be a title like "Wen Zexang She Loves Little Love Becomes Big Love, Rong Yuheng's Expression Reveals Too Much...".

On the stage, Wen Zizhang did not stand still, and directly confronted the media who asked questions, "There is no such thing as abandoning love. He loves the country in his heart, so he defends the country. If he falls in love with someone, then He will also defend the country and his lover."

"In fact, in that era, defending the country was equivalent to defending the one you love."

...

Rong Yuheng leaned back in his chair and smiled at Wen Zezheng.

After the media interviewed the crew members one by one, the next link was the screening of film clips.

The crew turned and stepped off the stage. When Wen Zezheng stepped down the steps, he glanced down at the tie on his chest, and then stretched out his hand to take care of it.

Pan Siyi next to him noticed and said in passing, "Mr. Wen, your tie is pretty good-looking."

Wen Zezhen's eyebrows softened, but his mouth pretended to be flat, "Well, I like it too."

When everyone returned to the table, Wen Zezhen sat beside Rong Yuheng, and the latter leaned over to give him a compliment, "You just said so well~"

Wen Zezong's eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth were curled, "Yeah."

The light in the field dimmed, leaving only the front projection screen emitting a faint light. The voices and noise in the venue are also quiet, and everyone is waiting to prepare to watch the movie.

The picture flashed on the screen, and the first thing that was reflected was Pan Siyi's back. She was running forward, surrounded by chaotic crowds, gun smoke rose in the distance, and the nearby shops were smashed. Fragmented.

Pan Siyi turned his head back, his plain face was a little grey and black, bloodshot could be seen in his chapped lips, and anxiety was revealed between his eyebrows and eyes.

The ankle-length student skirt stumbled a bit, Pan Siyi simply pulled up the skirt and took it in his hand, running all the way through the crowd towards the station.

Not long after, a soldier with a stabbing gun chased him up. The woman's screams mixed with the cry of the child, and the gunshots appeared messy and shocking.

Pan Siyi still had a token on her body, but someone leaked it out and attracted the enemy. She had run a whole block, and she was safe as long as she boarded the train.

...

Rong Yuheng watched very attentively. He rarely watched the movies of the Republic of China, but he did not like to watch them. "Cross Ocean Flower" is well shot, and every detail reveals the texture of that era.

Pan Siyi was going to **** the token to K City. The train hadn't even entered the station, and there were chasing soldiers behind him—an emergency. Fortunately, Wei Xintian and Wen Zezhen rushed over immediately.

Outside the station, the crowd was surging, and a group of chasers came in with lances. There was a commotion in the crowd, screaming and scattered. The "rumbling" of the train coming into the station can already be heard in the distance, and the block behind is being devoured by war.

Wei Xintian and Wen Zezheng ran all the way against the fleeing crowd, facing the enemy head-on, like retrogrades breaking through the top of a wave in the noisy torrent, splitting a way for the people behind them.

The two parties handed over, the sharp moves did not hesitate at all because of the strength of the opposite, the harsh gunfire mixed with the muffled sound of the collision of the limbs, a life-and-death struggle was frightening.

After Wen Zezhen solved one person, he took the lancet in his hand and faced the second person who rushed to the side...

When the two had solved all the chasing soldiers, the train just came into the station. Pan Siyi was unarmed and alone, and the road was perilous. Wei Xintian and the others had to **** him.

The two were about to turn their heads towards the station. Suddenly, two military vehicles came "booming" at the street, with eight soldiers on them, staring in the direction of the station.

Obviously it came after Pan Siyi's token.

"Damn, how come there are!" Wei Xintian cursed, and he was about to rush forward.

There was a sudden force on his arm, he turned his head, and Wen Zezheng was looking at him, "You go first, **** the good tokens, and I will hold them."

"What are you kidding? The eight people across from you..."

"Escort a good token." Wen Zezhen repeated again.

Wei Xintian was dumb for two seconds, and then said, "Then I will stay and you will go."

The chasing soldiers approached within a few words of theirs, and the situation brooks no delay. Wen Zezhen pushed Wei Xintian toward the station, "You are someone who has concerns, go find your concerns."

Wei Xintian gritted his teeth. Indeed, he can't stay here in public or private, "What about you?"

Wen Zezhen shook the stabbing gun in his hand, and the camera zoomed in-he saw the back of his hand bursting with blue veins, and his knuckles were so hard that they turned white, as if he was ready to meet the established fate.

"I also have my concerns, right under my feet."

This land, this nation, this country.

Wei Xintian's eyes flashed red, and then he suddenly turned his head and ran towards the station platform...

In the picture is Wen Zezheng's tall and straight back, the camera swept up from below, Wen Zezheng has broad shoulders and wide back, as if he had been alone for the whole day.

One person to eight people, plus the disparity in arms, said that it was procrastination, it was really just procrastination.

The sharp stinging gun reflected the dazzling sunlight above the head and broke through the air, and the surrounding chaotic background was blurred.

...

Between the seats, Wen Zezheng glanced sideways at Rong Yuheng. At this time, the light was still a bit dim, and the expression of the latter was not clear.

He knew what would happen in the next scene, fearing that Rong Yuheng would not be able to stand it, so he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

As soon as he raised his hand in front of the person, he was pressed on his wrist.

——On the screen, the stabbing gun was inserted straight into Wen Zezhen's abdomen, and he could even hear the faint sound of sharp instruments breaking through his body.

The light from the screen lit up at exactly this moment, and plunged into Rong Yuheng's eyes. Wen Zexong saw that his eyes were already full of tears, but his eyes were unblinking to incorporate all the pictures on the screen.

Rong Yuheng finally understood what Wen Zhongyun meant when he said it was difficult to separate himself from the role.

The fingers he pressed on Wen Zeleng's wrist trembled lightly.

"Let me see."

The author has something to say: if the script is not elegant, it will be suspended