Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

The shooting started again.

Xia Xingcheng went back to the narrow counter of the grocery store, surrounded by slightly disordered goods.

He looked down at his book, but he thought: I am Fang Jianyuan, eighteen years old. I have a grocery store in my family. I often sit here in the summer afternoon to help my mother keep the shop.

His mood slowly calmed down.

A shadow blocked the light in front of him. He raised his head and Yang Youming occupied his whole vision.

Strange man, Xia Xingcheng thought, and then he thought that this strange man looked so good.

His eyes lingered on Yang’s face for a moment.

Yang Youming was also looking at him. After looking at him for a long time, Xia Xingcheng turned away and asked, “What do you want to buy?”

Yang Youming suddenly smiled. He put one arm on the counter, and his body tilted slightly. “Bring me a pack of cigarettes.” he said.

This smile just didn’t exist. Xia Xingcheng suddenly realized that Yang Youming was acting with him and gave a response as he responded.

Xia Xingcheng stood up, turned to the shelf where the cigarettes were placed to look for cigarettes, and suddenly remembered that the man didn’t say which cigarettes he wanted, so he turned around and said, “You want?” he stopped before he finished speaking, because Yang Youming had walked into the grocery store at this time and looked inside.

“Hello!” Xia Xingcheng called back his attention and looked alert.” What kind of cigarettes do you want?” He was not very friendly.

Yang Youming leaned on the counter again, leaning forward, and asked, “Do you have a house for rent?”

Xia Xingcheng was shocked. He looked around and said, “Wait a moment.” Then he came out of the counter, bumped into Yang Youming when he passed by, he nodded and apologized, walked all the way to the door of the store, and shouted to the next door,” Mom—”

He Zheng didn’t say OK, but he nodded to Xia Xingcheng.

Xia Xingcheng was relieved. He felt that Yang Youming woke him up.

The following shooting went well.

Fang Jianyuan took Yu Haiyang to the third floor to see the room.

The house on the third floor was a suite with an independent bathroom, which was just above the far side bedroom.

Yu Haiyang, played by Yang Youming, turned around the room. Xia Xingcheng patiently waited for him, and walked to the window and looked out.

After a while, Yang Youming stopped by his side and asked him, “How old are you?”

Fang Jianyuan was an introverted boy. When Xia Xingcheng talked, he didn’t look at Yang Youming: “Eighteen.”

Yang Youming looked for cigarettes in his pocket before he remembered that he had finished smoking.

Xia Xingcheng looked at his hand and asked, “Do you live alone?”

Yang Youming said “Well, I live alone.”

Xia Xingcheng urged him to say, “Do you want to rent?”

Yang Youming looked at him and smiled. “Let me think about it, and I’ll give you a reply today.”

Today’s shooting ended in the afternoon.

He Zheng was not willing to arrange the shooting schedule too fast, especially in the early stage when everyone had not fully entered the role, he hoped to have more time to take each play seriously.

After finishing work, Xia Xingcheng’s first reaction after changing clothes was to find Yang Youming. In any case, Yang Youming’s words were very helpful to him. If there was a chance, he wanted to invite Yang Youming to have dinner together.

He was in a hurry. He didn’t care about the assistant talking to him. When he got outside, Yang Youming was just about to get on the bus.

“Brother Ming!” shouted Xia Xingcheng.

Yang Youming had already stepped on one leg and stepped back to look at him.

Xia Xingcheng went to Yang Youming’s car, saw his assistant Li Yun standing aside, nodded and greeted her first, then said to Yang Youming: “Thank you really today, brother Ming.”

Yang Youming smiled, as always politely with a little alienation, he said: “What I should do, you don’t have to pay attention to it.” Then, without waiting for Xia Xingcheng’s reaction, he raised his hand and put it on his shoulder and said,” Well, you’re good.” Then he turned to get on the bus.

Xia Xingcheng was stunned, standing in the same place and watching Yang Youming’s car drive away.

At this time, the mobile phone in Xia Xingcheng’s pocket rang suddenly. Huang Jixin called. He had made an appointment to have dinner with him in the evening.

Xia Xingcheng’s brokerage company was a big company. There were big stars and big brokers in the company. Neither he nor Huang Jixin could rank well.

Now Xia Xingcheng was in the group. Huang Jixin didn’t have to accompany him in the group. He was transferred by the company to bring a new kid. So Huang Jixin called Xia Xingcheng out for a drink this evening.

The two of them sat face to face in the compartment of the barbecue shop. The meat on the baking tray oozed oil and made a sizzling noise. In addition, Huang Jixin smoked, and the whole compartment was filled with smoke.

Xia Xingcheng was a little excited.

Huang Jixin took a clip and turned over the meat on the baking tray. Soon, he couldn’t bear to turn it back lonely. He said, “I heard you’re not bad today, you’re still in a good state.”

Xia Xingcheng held the glass with ice beer and wiped the water mist outside the glass with his fingers. He couldn’t help but smiled and said: “I think Yang Youming is really good.”

Huang Jixin used chopsticks to pick up the first piece of roast beef and threw it into Xia Xingcheng’s plate, saying, “Your idol, isn’t there a saying called fan filter? “

“No” Xia Xingcheng denied, “I’ve been filming for several years. I don’t see many people with patience like him.”

Huang Jixin looked at him with a smile: “So is it cool to shoot a bed scene with Yang Youming?”

“Go away!” Xia Xingcheng scolded.

Huang Jixin still didn’t stop his bad taste, he clipped beef to Xia Xingcheng one by one, and said: “You haven’t seen the online sex fantasy objects and one night stand voting in the past two years. Isn’t Yang Youming the first or second?”

Xia Xingcheng suddenly thought of yesterday’s scene with Yang Youming. He kissed intensely. He said with embarrassment, “I don’t usually see that he has so many fans of chicken blood.”

Huang Jixin pointed at him with chopsticks, “What do you know? This is called National attention. When you have this day, it doesn’t matter whether you have chicken blood fans or not.”

Xia Xingcheng listened and took a sip of beer in silence.

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