alternate performance

Chapter 16 Who wants the counterfeit's fake signature?

The door closed softly, Xu Chenhe has always been like this, no matter whether he is sad or happy, he will not make any big disturbances.So Gu Congran couldn't figure out what was wrong, and Jiang Hua seldom gave him such an unpredictable feeling.

However, when Xu Chenhe didn't even bother to speak politely, Gu Congran felt uncomfortable again like scratching his heart.

He walked to the window and looked down. In the dark blue scene, Xu Chenhe's small figure got into the nanny's car to pick him up. There were no pedestrians on the whole street, and the white car drove straight out of Gu Congran's field of vision.

I don’t know how long I stood by the window, the sky gradually brightened, and there were more people gathered at the breakfast shop on the corner of the street. I think everyone gave a unanimous praise to the meals there.

Gu Congran put down the raised curtains, turned around to pack the few luggage, and when he picked up the clothes on the bedside of the master bedroom, something touched the back of his hand, and he remembered that he forgot to give Xu Chenhe the souvenir he bought at the theme park yesterday.

One is the weird-flavored candy with a cute clown pattern printed on the box. According to the clerk, the taste is not so weird that you can’t eat it. On the contrary, children love it.

The other is a simulated ferret pendant, the fluff is very comfortable to touch, like the docile Xu Chenhe.

Gu Congran put them together on the dining table, and imitated Xu Shenhe and put a piece of paper underneath, on which it was written: All food and play are for you.

Sitting at the coffee table and finishing processing unread mailboxes, Gu Congran turned off the computer, canceled the silent mode of the mobile phone set before work, and clicked on the callback of missed calls.

As soon as Gu Cunkai got connected, that annoying spirit yelled: "Brother, I heard from my mother that you went to the film and television city?"

Suddenly there was a fight over there, and Wei Fangling said sharply: "Who are you calling old, brat! I told you to call me beautiful mother. Shout again, shout again!"

"Damn, don't hit my brain, it won't work anymore," Gu Cunkai jumped to avoid the pillow thrown by Wei Fangling, and ran to the side hall with his mobile phone in his hand, "Brother, which film crew are you going to? "Tracking Thousands of Faces"? Can you get Xue Jintong's autograph for me?"

"No, it's okay to ask your movie star's sister-in-law." Gu Congran picked up his luggage and put on his leather shoes with his back against the shoe cabinet.

Gu Cunkai "cut": "Who wants the counterfeit's fake signature, the price will drop."

Gu Congran's heart surged with anger, and he opened his mouth to teach Gu Cunkai a lesson, but realized that Xu Chenhe was Jiang Hua who replaced him, and swallowed back the anger: "Do you want love, Xue Xiaohuadan doesn't want to give you this foolishness?" sign."

The hotel had a special car to go to the film and television city. When Gu Congran arrived, he happened to see Zhu Huiting walking to the old building with a plastic bag.

Group A hadn't rested yet, Gu Congran stood in front of the steps downstairs chatting with Zhu Huiting: "What did you buy?"

"Medical oil, I bought it for Xu Chenhe," Zhu Huiting said, "He was filming a chase scene yesterday, and his leg muscles are sore today."

Gu Congran was nervous: "Then did he rest?"

"No, I'm stubborn," Zhu Huiting pushed his chin upstairs, "Fang Rui is with you, it doesn't matter."

"He's so stubborn, he thinks he's an iron wall?" Gu Congran was about to go upstairs, Zhu Huiting hurriedly grabbed him: "Why go?"

"Give him a day off, he's exhausted himself, who am I, an investor, to talk to?" Gu Congran spoke plausibly.

Zhu Huiting pulled even tighter: "Xu Chenhe knew it well, you didn't see how depressed he was yesterday, he always thought that his ability was not as good as Jiang Hua——"

"Is it comparable?" Gu Congran blurted out, "It's not at the same level at all."

"You don't have a back pain just standing and talking." Zhu Huiting looked at the bench under the wall, and pushed Gu Congran's back to sit in front of the chair. "He worked hard enough, so far no one recognizes him." Do you think it all depends on that 99% similar face?"

Gu Congran was silent for a few seconds, then sighed, "What happened to him yesterday?"

Zhu Huiting made a metaphor: "What do you think of new recruits going to the battlefield?"

Very vivid, tense, under great pressure, one mistake will make mistakes, but you can't shrink back.

Gu Congran gripped the room card in his pocket tightly, and moved the luggage beside him back to his leg: "Help me guard the luggage, I'll go up and see him."

Just two steps away, Zhu Huiting called him, "Hey."

The cold air made people exhale funny white mist when they spoke. Gu Congran turned his head helplessly and exhaled many times: "Come on, let him be stubborn, I know."

"No," Zhu Huiting threw the plastic bag containing the medicinal oil at the other party, "give it to him, it's probably almost time for a break."

Gu Congran caught it lightly: "Thanks, brother."

The film and television city covers a huge area, and countless film and television dramas have been accepted and filmed here.Two of Jiang Hua's works were filmed here. Gu Congran used to like to visit the set when he had nothing to do. He has been to many filming bases, but he has never visited the old building in front of him.

The soles of the shoes rubbed against the ashes on the corridor, and Gu Congran landed silently with every step. It is one thing to be afraid of disturbing the film crew, but another thing to not want Xu Chenhe to be affected by his arrival.

Going to the third floor to settle down, the production director who was leaning against the wall on the phone saw him first: "Mr. Gu, are you here to visit the set?"

Gu Congran didn't hide what everyone knew, "Yeah."

"They're filming at 306, and it's time to switch to location shooting in the afternoon," the production director said, "If you need it, Jiang Hua's scenes can be postponed until tomorrow."

Gu Congran smiled: "It's not necessary, I'm willing and he may not agree."

Stay in the corridor until the director calls for a break, the door of 306 opens, Xue Jintong comes out first, her assistant helps her put on the windbreaker, and then unscrews the bottle cap to give her a drink of water: "Does the back of the hand hurt? It's all red. How about I go buy some medicine?"

Xue Jintong waved her hand: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

"Thanks to Mr. Jiang for blocking that moment," the assistant said, "He reacted very quickly."

"At 01:30 p.m., I'm going to change the location to shoot. Teacher Jiang will have time to rest at that time. You can buy me some fruit, medicine oil, etc. and send it over. I will treat him to dinner another day." Xue Jintong blew on the red back of his hand, To enter the lounge, an arm was thrown across her to stop her.

She raised her head and said in surprise, "Mr. Gu."

When Xu Chenhe came out of 306 with his waist supported, he couldn't help but hang down his crooked hands because of the oncoming people.Afraid that his eyesight might be bad, Fang Rui kept buzzing: "Mr. Gu! Mr. Gu! Brother, look, Mr. Gu is here to visit you!"

"I'm not nearsighted." Xu Chenhe said.

Gu Congran, who is a little nearsighted, could clearly see the staff around him greeting him, but he just nodded slightly from two angles. When he came to Xu Chenhe's side, the smile on his face deepened, and he blatantly stretched out his hand to hold Xu Chenhe: "I didn't break my promise."

Fang Rui did not forget to report: "Mr. Gu, brother Shen He..."

"Cough," Xu Chenhe glanced over, "Fang Rui, go and take the padded clothes I put in the dressing room to the RV."

The RV parked under the tree behind the building. Xu Chenhe climbed the handrail at the entrance of the living area, stepped up with his left leg, and turned his face: "Mr. Gu, the door is narrow, can you let me go in first?"

Gu Congran put down the hand protecting Xu Chenhe's waist, then hugged him horizontally, and stepped sideways into the car, causing Xu Chenhe to wrap his arms around his neck in shock: "What are you doing?"

The caravan assigned to Jiang Yingdi has a spacious interior. Gu Congran walked freely with Xu Chenhe in his arms. He passed the living room and kitchen, opened the bedroom curtain with his back, and carefully put Xu Chenhe on the bed: "Let me see where it hurt."

Who told you that? "Xu Chenhe pushed away Gu Congran's hand lifting his clothes.

Gu Congran sat on the edge of the bed and took out the medicinal oil in his pocket: "Your sister in the show said that when the props fell down, you acted like a hero and helped her block it."

"I didn't play a hero, it was a subconscious action." Xu Chenhe said.

Gu Congran didn't care whether he succeeded or not, the second day after the filming started, Xu Chenhe's back was sore and his legs hurt, just as Zhu Huiting said, that's stubbornness.He held Xu Chenhe's hand and kept him from moving, and freed up his other hand to lift the only two thin clothes on Xu Chenhe's body, and then easily grabbed the other person's waist and turned him over. There was a big bruise on the waist .

Xu Chenhe is so reserved, how can he bear Gu Congran's tossing, he twisted his body immediately to kick Gu Congran who was pressing on his leg: "Say it's all right!"

There was a loud slap in the small bedroom, Xu Chenhe stopped twisting, his face was more livid than the bruise on his waist.

The roundest and most fleshy part of his body, except for being touched by his parents when he was a baby, Xu Chenhe has never experienced the feeling of being thrown off by someone's merciless palm.

It doesn't hurt too much, but it's... shameful.

"Pervert." Xu Chenhe scolded, because he often taught students not to swear at others, so when he said these two words first in violation of the teacher's ethics, his face turned from blue to red.

"If you move again, nothing will happen." Gu Congran let him scold. Jiang Hua used to scold a lot, so he pretended he couldn't hear him, and bullied those who should be bullied.

Poured some medicated oil into the palm of his hand and rubbed it, Gu Congran put his warm palm on Xu Chenhe's waist and swirled the medicated oil evenly. There were many colorful evil thoughts in his heart, but he didn't plan to put it into practice now.

"How do you know how to bring medicinal oil to visit the class?" Xu Chenhe's dissatisfaction with this person was dispelled by Gu Congran, and now he was lying on the soft bed, the lack of expression between his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be tender.

After rubbing his waist, Gu Congran helped Xu Chenhe pull up his clothes to cover his dangling white waist: "I bought it for you in court, didn't you say your legs are sore?" Roll up the other person's pants, and it's his turn to admire the slender and well-proportioned legs.

Xu Chenhe hurriedly turned over to face up, propped his elbows on the bed to prop up his upper body: "I'll do it myself."

"The medicated oil in my hand is not bad enough to help you wipe your legs." Gu Congran pushed Xu Chenhe back, and first squeezed his calf muscles.

Xu Chenhe seems to have switched identities with Gu Congran. He is the big boss who orders his employees, while Gu Congran is a hard-working subordinate.He still did not forget to comment: "Mr. Gu's techniques are so skillful, those who don't know will think you are a physiotherapist."

Gu Congran accepted the praise humbly: "Jiang Hua High School played basketball with a sprained foot and started to be a guinea pig for me to practice. After so many years, there must be improvement."

Listening to the response, Xu Chenhe joked, "Then am I the second guinea pig?"

The hand rubbing his legs didn't stop, Gu Congran didn't look at Xu Chenhe: "I've already perfected my skills, why are you still a guinea pig?"

Although he didn't need to demean himself as a guinea pig, Xu Chenhe's mood didn't get any better because of this sentence.He changed the subject without a trace, and asked, "Mr. Gu, have you brought my room card with me? I don't want to go to the front desk again to get a spare."

As soon as the words fell, the roof of the car in Xu Chenhe's vision was replaced by Gu Congran's handsome face.

Gu Congran rubbed the bottom of Xu Chenhe's mouth with the back of his hand, and a faint smell of medicinal oil escaped from between his fingers: "Xu Chenhe, why are you talking with thorns these two days?"