Dreams

As Qi Xingchen predicted, after the New Year's Eve meeting, the Gray Trace crew moved to the mountains to shoot Liang Xiaolong's teenage scenes and detective scenes, which is expected to last for about a month, but due to the unpredictable weather in the mountainous areas, the shooting may be delayed for 10 to 20 days.

In order to recreate the plot as much as possible, Director Zhou did not consider the issue of comfort, and the filming location was so pristine that even a car could not be driven into it. The props were brought to the foot of the mountain by trucks for the first half of the shoot, and then carried up the mountain by hand for the second half of the shoot.

The mountain roads were difficult to navigate, and for fear of delays in traveling up and down the mountain, the crew simply set up camp in a small village halfway up the mountain. In the rented courtyard, the bedding was often damp with a musty smell, rats, snakes, centipedes and other small animals kept visiting the house from morning to night, and the food naturally dropped several notches, making the already thin Qi Xingchen even thinner.

Of course, the difficult conditions were not a problem for Qi Xingchen, but the worst part was the bad signal. There is no Wi-Fi in the mountains, and the nearest cell tower is at the bottom of the mountain, so his cell phone is in a state of "no service" most of the time, and he often can't send a single message for a whole day.

Not to mention the video with Bai Ye like before.

Being able to talk to each other for a few tweets is the only bright spot in a tough day.

Today we are going to shoot a rainy night chase in the mountains, 10:00 p.m., the camera crew put on raincoats and boots, the camera lights flashing in the dark forest.

The mountains in the south are very cold in winter, and even colder when it rains. Large raindrops fell from the sky, blown by the wind into a diagonal rain curtain, the head of the bowl poured on the body, Qi Xingchen instantly frozen through.

In the first few scenes, Feng Nuo, the female lead, infiltrates Liang Xiaolong's village as his friend to investigate the matter, and is discovered by the sensitive villagers. The village chief calls all the young and strong men in the village to arrest Feng Nuo. Liang Xiaolong takes her to escape into the mountains, running and crawling along the way, her clothes torn and tattered by tree branches.

So in this scene, Qi Xingchen and Yan Ruonan's costumes have been scratched all over by the stylist, and there's no difference between wearing them and not wearing them, they can't do anything to keep them warm.

The cast is in place and it's time to start shooting. At Director Zhou's command, Qi Xingchen and Yan Ruonan throw away their umbrellas and quickly step into the roles of Liang Xiaolong and Feng Nuo.

Deep mountains, gusty winds, torrential rain, dark night ...... Under the big tree, Feng Nuo propped his hands on his knees and panted 丨breathing heavily.

Liang Xiaolong, who had been running all the way, was also a bit exhausted, wiped his face and asked the woman, who was wearing only an undershirt, "Are you okay?"

"What did you say?" The wind was too strong for Feng Nuo to hear.

"I said," Liang Xiaolong shouted, "Feng Nuo, are you okay!"

Feng Nuo gave him a blank look, "How many times have I told you not to call me by my first name, call me Sis."

But Liang Xiaolong didn't listen to her and insisted on calling her by her first name.

Feng Nuo was angry with him and laughed, red lips and white teeth more than in the military dress, three more colorful. Liang Xiaolong looked at her for a few seconds, took off his shirt and jacket and draped it over her.

"Little brat," Feng Nuo backhanded the clothes and threw them back, "Sister came out of military school, her physical condition is better than yours, you wear it."

"No," Liang Xiaolong intoned, "I'm a man, and I'm going to take care of you."

He has just celebrated his nineteenth birthday, between a teenager and a young man, the word "man" coming out of his mouth is really ridiculous, Feng Nuo laughs even more happily.

Liang Xiaolong wasn't sure why she was laughing, but he couldn't help but laugh along with her as he watched her laugh. Just as the two of them were laughing into a ball--

"Over there! There's someone over there!"

"To be clear, where?"

"Under the thickest tree on the east side!"

"I think I see it too, everyone follow me!"

Shouts accompanied by the barking of a large wolf dog ripped through the night and came over, Feng Nuo frowned, "Xiao Long, you go first, I'll draw them away."

"No, you'll get caught."

"So what if they catch me? In a society of law and order, can they kill me?"

"Can't," Liang Xiaolong shook his head, "they'd lock you up and have babies."

Liang Xiaolong's IQ is a bit lower than his peers, but recently he has improved a lot under the treatment of specialists, but he still speaks very bluntly, Feng Nuo was shocked at his words.

In order to pass on the family's hospitality, villagers in certain sparsely populated poor mountainous areas buy not only children, but also women. These trafficked women are obedient, but if they don't obey, they will be punched and beaten until they obey. If they remain disobedient, they will be imprisoned in the house, not allowed to go out except to go to the toilet, and every day, except for food, they are forced to have coitus, pregnancy, and child birth.

They include pampered rich girls, highly educated bozos, and ordinary girls, but all of them end up being reduced from living, breathing human beings to instruments of procreation.

Feng Nuo chose to become a police officer because he had seen girls who had been rescued from jail. They have lost all enthusiasm for life, and their lives have been ruined.

"Feng Nuo," Liang Xiaolong pulled her wrist, "Go."

"...... Good." Feng Nuo straightens up.

Without waiting to catch their breath, the two continued to run forward. The wet and muddy trail was covered with dead leaves and rocks, and with their vision obscured by the rain, they kept falling down, getting up, falling down, getting up.

In the end, they failed to outrun the Liang villagers who were familiar with the mountain path, and were surrounded by a large group of people carrying shovels and hoes in the center. Liang Xiaolong saw that the situation was not good, a step in front of Feng Nuo.

The son was drenched by the rain like this, Liang mother heartbroken, hurriedly shouted Liang Xiaolong, "son ah, come to the side of mom, mom brought you a rain poncho."

Liang Xiaolong didn't hear him, and watched the crowd warily.

"Xiao Long," the village chief followed the advice, "Come over here, there's no need to protect that woman."

Liang Xiaolong remains unmoved.

The villagers who had been chasing after him for half the night had long been filled with anger and erupted into a disgruntled clamor. The village chief was equally furious and said angrily, "Xiaolong, do you know what kind of person this woman is? She is the one who came to pit us against each other, the one who made the Liang Family Village extinct!"

"No," Liang Xiaolong shook his head, "she's good."

"You're a fool who can tell the good guys from the bad guys?"

"Yes," Liang Xiaolong said, "the traffickers are bad people, and the people who deal with the traffickers are bad people, and she's a good person!"

No one expected him to say such a thing, the villagers were quiet for a few seconds, looking at Liang Xiaolong with grim faces.

Liang's father also finally couldn't help himself, lifting the stick in his hand and pointing it at the circle of people, "Xiaolong, don't talk nonsense, come here and kneel down for me!"

"I'm not bullshitting you, I know I bought it!"

"...... What can you do if you buy it," Liang's father was furious, "Tell me with a clear conscience, do your mom and I treat you well?"

"Whether you treat me well or not, it doesn't cover up the fact that you committed a crime!"

On the one hand, the parents who raised him, on the other hand, the criminal police officers who have been working for decades to detect trafficking cases; on the one hand, there is love, on the other hand, there is the law, and the inner torment is known only to Liang Xiaolong himself.

His eyes were instantly red, and his lips could not stop trembling slightly, "I know that you guys take me as your own son like love, but I am a human being, not a commodity ...... Including every one here bought by you are also human beings, are also the meat that falls off of mom and dad's body."

Tears snaked down his face, accompanied by rainwater flowing into his mouth, he wiped his eyes, "Have you considered their parents? If your children were abducted and sold to an unknown place, not even knowing if they were alive or dead or how much they suffered, would it be hard for you?"

"And those children who were forced to give birth, what will they think when they learn that their mothers were treated in such a way? How are you going to educate them? Are you going to tell them that if they can't find a wife in the future, they can follow their fathers' example and buy one to carry on the family name?"

Toward the end of his speech, he was close to an emotional breakdown and shouted hysterically, "Stop it, you've already broken the law and have already destroyed an unknown number of families! Don't make the same mistake again!"

"Ca--"

Director Zhou, who had been staring at the monitor, sighed in relief and gave a thumbs up to the arena: "Xiao Qi is great, have a hot drink to warm you up."

With the main event out of the way, Qi Xingchen relaxes and goes back under the shed with Yan Ruonan to get out of the rain.

When I was filming just now, I was so deep in the drama that I didn't feel anything. Now that her thoughts have gradually returned, Qi Xingchen realizes that she is shaking with anger at the plot.

When the stage manager brought in hot water, he hurriedly poured two cups of it, one for Yan Ruonan and one for himself to sip. Yan Ruonan rubbed his hair and said, "I was ready to reshoot several times, but I didn't expect you to be so helpful."

"That's right," Qi Xingchen joked, "After all, it's your stamp of approval for a new generation of actors, I can't embarrass you."

"You can be poor ...... But before filming, I'm really afraid that you won't be able to memorize your lines and express your emotional levels accurately."

The whole scene is full of big lines and it is easy to find a bad rhythm. It is even more difficult to express Liang Xiaolong's conflicting mindset with such complicated lines.

And Qi Xingchen did it in one play.

It's simply progressing too goddamned fast.

The fact that a non-scientist can act to this extent speaks volumes about how talented he is, and it certainly shows how much hard work he has put in.

The more Yan Ruonan thought about it, the more emotional he felt. He took out his cell phone, secretly took a picture of Qi Xingchen drinking water, and edited his tweets:

-- Yan Ruonan: The waves of the Yangtze River are already catching up with the previous waves. [Photos]

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Sadly, even after drinking Shuanghuanglian immediately after the movie, Qi Xingchen still couldn't escape the clutches of a cold.

Early in the morning, he woke up with a burning dry itch in his throat and crawled to the well to get a drink of water. An Ran yanked him down to take his temperature, which was nearly thirty-nine degrees.

In order to prevent the hero from being burned to death, Director Zhou hurriedly sent Qi Xingchen to the town hospital for an IV drip.

In fact, Qi Xingchen's body is very resistant to abuse. If it wasn't for the fact that the original owner is a very delicate person, plus the fact that she didn't sleep well last night, she wouldn't have had a fever today.

Secretly blaming himself for delaying the progress of the drama, Qi Xingchen lies in the infusion room and sleeps all day in a daze.

It wasn't until late in the evening that he gradually went from hyperthermia to hypothermia. He got up and ate something before suddenly realizing something great - he was in town, and town has signal and 4G.

It's just so hard!

Qi Xingchen swishly climbed up, wrapped up his coat and rushed out.

"Xingchen," An Ran called out to him, "what are you doing?"

"I'm going to make a phone call."

An Ran was helpless, "Your fever hasn't gone down yet, don't catch cold again."

Qi Xingchen dropped the words "Don't worry" and walked around the hospital, finally finding a corner with no one around.

Dialing Bai Ye's phone and listening to the busy signal, his heart thumped and he actually got a little nervous.

"Hello," Bai Ye answered after four busy beeps, "can you hear me?"

"Yes, I have a good signal on my side."

"I see you've had rain on your side lately, why is the signal strong instead?"

"...... I don't know," Qi Xingchen mused, "Maybe the signal tower was struck by lightning to the veto."

Bai Ye: "......"

What about the first time I heard such a refreshingly uncluttered principle.

Said Qi Xingchen, leaning sideways against the brick wall by the side of the road, his hand unconsciously picking at the cement in the cracks of the bricks, "That what ......"

"What?"

"Night, I missed you."

"Well," Bai Ye smiled lowly, "I missed you too."

On the phone for the first time in more than ten days, Qi Xingchen wanted to say everything in his head. He picks at the cracks of the bricks more frequently, "I can't describe it, I don't just miss you, I miss you very, very much."

Adored by the tone of the little fan, Bai Ye matches it by asking, "How much do you especially want to?"

"I dreamed about you the day before yesterday."

"Coincidentally," Bai Ye said, "I dreamed about you too."

Dreaming about him?

Qi Xingchen was quite curious, "What do I look like in my dreams?"

"Sleeping in my sweater, bare legs on the bed." Bai Ye teases him.

Isn't this something that happened a while ago ...... Qi Xingchen Fingers stuttered, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up.

Like Bai Ye, he has been thinking about that day from time to time lately.

Because Bai Ye said he liked the ear returns that day, although he had to hide the fact that they were from him in order not to burden the other party, he was already satisfied and contented that he could make Bai Ye like them.

And that day Bai Ye also had intimate contact with him - using his legs is also equivalent to intimate contact, and can directly prove that Bai Ye is very willing to get close to him.

It's not right! Thinking about it Qi Xingchen realized that dreaming about this kind of stuff seems a bit unorthodox ......

Does ...... Bai Ye is in need again?

Qi Xingchen glanced around, saw no one was around, and lowered her voice to apologize, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

"That's okay."

Bai Ye misunderstood and thought that his little fan was apologizing for not being able to accompany him, and reassured him, "The drama he took on has to be completed with quality and quantity, you work hard and I can relieve myself."

Relieve yourself, is ...... Is that what Bai Ye did for him.

Having a boyfriend and having to soothe himself, Qi Xingchen felt increasingly guilty, "How about this, the next time you dream about me, you call me and I'll try to assist you."

Bai Ye didn't get it, "What kind of assistance?"

What else could it be? Qi Xingchen was speechless for a moment, overwhelmed by her boyfriend's purity.

But in his place, he couldn't say it outright on the street, and stammered, "Anyway, you call me, you'll know when you do."

"...... OK." Bai Ye reluctantly agrees.

The two chatted a bit more about theater and the scene, and before they hung up, Bai Ye asked, "Did you receive an invitation to the Golden Falcon Festival next month?"

Golden Falcon Television Art Festival, the only officially approved national television art award in China's television industry. In the first half of the year, Qi Xingchen participated in the filming of "Heart of the Ocean", which has been confirmed to be broadcasted in the winter vacation daytime time slot from next week, and is eligible to participate in the Golden Falcon Award.

"The Heart of the Sea crew got it," Qi Xingchen replied, "I'm not sure if I got it or not, An Ran didn't notify me, so it shouldn't be my business."

Bai Ye "hmmm", "The Golden Falcon Awards invited me to be a performer, and if you're not going, I'm not going either."

Qi Xingchen couldn't have been happier to be a condition of Bai Ye's decision to do or not to do something. He said goodbye to Bai Ye, hung up the phone, and took the car sent by Director Zhou to pick him up to go back to the theater.

While still able to receive signals before entering the mountains, Qi Xingchen nestled in the last row, quietly Baidu: [How to make the object comfortable through words and voice]

After two seconds of loading, a whole bunch of unpleasant images jumped into view.

His eyes narrowed to slits and he extended his index finger, poking it in with difficulty:

[My husband was drunk and my father-in-law broke into my room ......]

[Shocked! My brother-in-law did this to my sister-in-law!

[28 days to revitalize your manhood]

[Midnight Memoirs: My Days and Nights with My Teacher]

...... Strange knowledge added.jpg.

Because of too much indoctrination, Qi Xingchen, whose brain was over-exhausted, went to bed early when he returned to his lodgings.

Coincidentally Bai Ye really did dream about him that night, so he woke up in the morning and tried to call his little fan.

It turned out to be the same as the other day, prompting the other party to be out of the service area.

He tries again to tweet to his little fan: [I dreamed about you last night]

Five minutes later, [ Xingchen ]: [ Brother, gently~ ]