After breaking up with the paranoid actor

Chapter 29

At the beginning of November, Song Feiyang joined the group to shoot the supporting role.

When he left the ward, Xie Jian was still a little regretful, after all, she was not well enough to visit the class even if she wanted to.

Xie Jian was lying on the bed whimpering, and then Song Feiyang had to agree to film Xie Jian with him after he was discharged from the hospital.

This drama was also produced at a low cost, and Miao Miao was there when Song Feiyang arrived.Raising his voice at that Luoren, Song Feiyang ran to his side and called Miaomiao while he was not paying attention.

"Oh shit, I'm startled. Are you coming?"

"Ah."

"Okay, got it, let's go put on makeup, I'm busy here too." Miao Miao patted Song Feiyang on the shoulder, turned around and went to work again.

Song Feiyang didn't tell the makeup artist what he thought about the appearance, but let him toss about it.Naturally, the make-up artist would not pay too much attention to the look of a supporting role, and Sein Feiyang would have liked to paint his face a little thinner and haggard.

His roles are not important, and there are few scenes by one person, so he can only be a background board in multiplayer scenes.

But Song Feiyang added a little trick to this gloomy literary youth - tilting his head and staring at people.

When the other actors were talking, Song Feiyang stood in the corner, tilting his head slightly to listen to them, his gaze fixed on the speaker like a nail.When talking actors looked at him, he just looked straight at them without blinking.

When work was over, many actors said that they were intimidated by Song Feiyang, and they performed well.

Song Feiyang just said thank you softly, then hid aside and locked himself in the state of the character.

But the filming of the crew does not follow the timeline. When this kind of multi-person film cannot be filmed at one time, we can only shoot Sein Feiyang's solo scene first.

That was Song Feiyang's last scene in the script. He stood in the painting exhibition by himself, staring at a painting without taking his eyes off it.

This painting was painted by Song Feiyang, and the artist plagiarized his painting, which made him famous and attracted everyone's attention.

At the end of the story, Song Feiyang just stood in front of the huge painting, watching himself being changed beyond recognition.

He tilted his head to look at the painting, and his eyes scanned the huge painting inch by inch.Maybe he was too focused, which caught the attention of the administrator, and his eyes always glanced at him from time to time.

Song Feiyang ignored the administrator and looked around in the bag with his head down.He carries this huge bag all year round, which contains drawing boards and brushes.

If it was Song Feiyang before, when filming this scene, according to his understanding, he might take out a paintbrush to add a thick stroke to the painting, and then leave the art exhibition and bid farewell to the world in a tragic way.

But he suddenly remembered what Xie Jian told him.

"It's about breaking the rules without breaking the script."

At this time, the administrator had already walked over, he stood aside and stared at Song Feiyang, Song Feiyang also looked back with the same eyes, but the hand in the bag did not stop searching for a moment.

The administrator became suspicious: "What do you want?"

His hand was already on the baton at his waist, just in case.

But Song Feiyang's hand that turned over the bag stopped, and even the eyes that stared at the administrator softened, without the previous fierceness and sternness.He smiled at the administrator and took a camera out of his bag.

"This painting is beautiful, I want to take a picture."

Song Feiyang took many photos of the painting with his camera.The camera was a Polaroid, and after the photos came out, Song Feiyang even handed one to the administrator.

The administrator didn't answer, so Song Feiyang looked at the administrator with that kind of tilted head staring at people.

After a long time, the administrator took the photos, and Song Feiyang left the exhibition with the rest of the photos.The administrator watched Song Feiyang leave the exhibition, and then saw Song Feiyang tear up the photos in his hand the second he walked out of the exhibition, and waved them all to the sky.

Fragments fluttered one after another, falling on Song Feiyang's body like a snowfall.

"Card--"

Song Feiyang passed the scene one by one, he bowed around and kept saying thank you.

Then he squatted down and picked up the photo he had just torn up.

"This is your last scene for today. It's well shot and beautiful!"

The person who said this is the protagonist of this play, a senior with a lot of experience in the circle.Song Feiyang hurriedly said thank you in multiple voices, and left the set holding the pieces.

On the way back to change clothes, Song Feiyang heard many such voices.

They all praised him for his good acting and good performance, and hope to cooperate with him in the future.

Song Feiyang was happy, and naturally wanted to share this happiness with Xie Jian.He wanted to tell Xie Jian about it face to face, but he couldn't help but wanted to let him know immediately.

So he could only turn a corner and pick a place where no one was around, and opened Weibo.

Song Feiyang skillfully entered Xie Jian's Weibo and sent him a private message.

: I used your method to play this supporting role, and everyone said I did a good job.

: It's a pity that you didn't see it.

Song Feiyang put away his phone, turned around and walked back.

There was a nanny car parked by the side of the road. Song Feiyang looked familiar, but he didn't take it seriously.But who knew that when he passed by, the car door opened suddenly, and a hand pulled him in.

The familiar fragrance and music surrounded Song Feiyang in an instant, and Song Feiyang turned his head to see who it was if it wasn't Xie Jian.

Wu Zian got out of the car quite skillfully, and when the door was closed, only Xie Jian and Song Feiyang were left in the closed compartment.

Before Song Feiyang had time to be pleasantly surprised, he saw Xie Jian said with a sullen face, "Miao Miao touched your shoulder!"

Well, it started to make trouble for no reason again.

Both Xie Jian and Song Feiyang knew Miao Miao, but the injured Xie Jian was really unreasonable.

He put his right hand around Song Feiyang's waist, and he didn't intend to let go right now.Song Feiyang knew that Xie Jian had started acting like a monster again, so he didn't bother with him, he moved his body a little and explained something.

"Miao Miao is saying hello to me."

"That can't touch your shoulder either."

Xie Jian's arms wrapped around Song Feiyang's waist became tighter again, and Song Feiyang didn't dare to move any more. He was afraid of stretching Xie Jian's wound, so he could only change the subject in his arms.

"I acted according to the method you said today."

It was hot in the car, Song Feiyang took off his coat and only wore a sweater underneath.At this moment, Xie Jian reached into the sweater, and Sein Fei raised a small piece of goose bumps with his cool hands.

He buried his head between Song Feiyang's neck, kept rubbing the tip of his nose against the small piece of skin on his shoulder, and hummed softly.

Song Feiyang was itchy from being rubbed by him, he turned his head slightly to avoid Xie Jian, "They praised me for my good acting."

Xie Jian pinched the soft flesh around Song Feiyang's waist as a warning, "Don't move around."

Then he put his head on Song Feiyang's shoulder again, humming and said, "That's right, I don't even look at who taught it."

The hot air exhaled from Xie Jian's nose sprayed all over Song Feiyang's neck, and that small piece began to turn red and hot.Song Feiyang wanted to push Xie Jian away, but when he moved Xie Jian, he hummed, saying that his wound hurt.

He didn't say a word after waiting for the ambulance for so long, but now he's almost recovered but he always said that he was in pain.

But Song Feiyang was soft-hearted, once Xie Jian said, he really didn't dare to move.I could only follow Xie Jian's strength and leaned on the seat, feeling Xie Jian's hand stretched in the sweater across his shoulders, chest, and then around his back, all the way down the spine, and finally stopped at his waist.

Song Feiyang was thin, with obvious ribs on both sides of his waist. Xie Jian's fingers stroked his ribs one by one, like plucking the strings of a piano.

"Why are you so thin..."

Xie Jian and Song Feiyang were leaning against each other, and when he spoke, the heat would flow into Song Feiyang's ears, itching.Song Feiyang was a little ticklish, but worried about Xie Jian, he didn't move, he just shivered, and his eyelashes flickered, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Xie Jian moved closer and put her whole body on Song Feiyang.It doesn't sink, it just presses down on him vainly.Then Song Feiyang heard Xie Jian lying on his neck and smiled, a little malicious.

"Would you like to play something exciting?"

Song Feiyang's mind was in chaos, before he realized what Xie Jianjian was doing, he felt a cold wind coming in behind him.He turned his head and found that Xie Jian's empty hand was resting on the button of the car window, and the car window was slowly lowering.

"Thank you Jane!"

Xie Jian let go, and the window opened a small crack, and the sound of the wind and people from outside entered the carriage at once, driving away the previous charming atmosphere.But Song Feiyang became more nervous, he could still hear the voice of the crew not far from the car.

The actors' voices, the director's yelling, and if you listen carefully, you can even hear the sound of hitting the board.

Song Feiyang trembled a bit, trying to push Xie Jian away.But Xie Jian grabbed Song Feiyang's hand and pressed his hand on the button of the car window.

"Hide the button, or if I accidentally touch it, the windows will all come down."

After Xie Jian finished speaking, she straightened up a little and kissed Song Feiyang.

Like a superficial touch, Song Feiyang ended the kiss before Xie Jian could close his eyes.

"Close your eyes." Xie Jian ordered.

Song Feiyang closed his eyes obediently, and the next second, Xie Jian's lips covered him again.This time, unlike before, Xie Jian fixed the back of Song Feiyang's neck with one hand, and pressed him against her.

For a moment, Song Feiyang's nose was filled with the pleasant smell of Xie Jian.

The two of them come and go like a fight, attacking the city and conquering the territory.Song Feiyang pinched Xie Jian's clothes with one hand, and pressed the window button with the other hand, not daring to move.Xie Jian didn't let go of him until she felt that she was about to suffocate.

The shortness of breath caused by the lack of oxygen echoed in the car, Song Feiyang was a little bit thankful that Xie Jian opened the window, otherwise he wondered if there would be hazy fog on the car window at this moment.

Song Feiyang couldn't move one hand, and he didn't dare to move his other hand for fear of touching Xie Jian, so he was restrained everywhere.

Xie Jian's hand lingered in Song Feiyang's sweater for a long time, and the body temperature of the two had already been synchronized.At this moment, Xie Jian stretched her hand up, and pulled Song Feiyang's sweater to her chest.

"Bite yourself."

Song Feiyang suspected that he must have spent a lot of energy on the set today, and there was no extra time to analyze Xie Jian's words.Otherwise, how could he obey Xie Jianyan at this moment?

He was biting the clothes in his mouth, and the clothes were piled up, blocking Song Feiyang's sight.He couldn't see what Xie Jian's hand was doing down there, but he knew right away, because his free hand and Xie Jian's hand were intertwined, and there was something else in between.

Because of the role, Song Feiyang's hands were deliberately painted with oil paint, colorful.

Xie Jian looked down and smiled: "The artist is about to paint."

At this moment, Song Feiyang put down the clothes in his mouth and covered their hands.Seeing from a distance, the two are well-dressed, and there is nothing except that they are close together.But when they got closer, they realized that they were all beasts in clothes.

With the neat clothes, everything he does is beastly.

Xie Jian put one hand on the half-open car window, lowered her head and kissed Song Feiyang: "Keep an eye on it, I'm afraid that if I try hard, the car window will fall down."

Song Feiyang's hand pressing on the button became tighter, while the other hand began to draw under the leadership of Xie Jian.Occasionally, he looked down and felt that when the piece of watercolor moved, it seemed to overturn the palette.

After Wu Zian got off the car, he stood not far away smoking a cigarette and did not go far.He saw the car window drop a little gap, and a hand stretched out from it.At first glance, that hand belonged to Xie Jian. For a while, this hand was clenched tightly on the car window, and for a while it was clenched into a fist. After a while, it suddenly stretched out, as if someone had pulled all the bones out of her body, and it softened and became weak. It was placed on the car window, and it was retracted after a while, leaving a vague handprint on the car window.

And Xie Jian in the car got into Song Feiyang's clothes at the last moment, lowered his head and bit his shoulder, Song Feiyang hissed in pain, but didn't push Xie Jian away.

What he bit was the shoulder that Miao Miao had patted on him, covering Song Feiyang's shoulder with the marks of his own teeth.Like the handprint on the car window, it is clear and undeniable.