Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

The irrelevant personnel of the shooting site left. He Zheng sat behind the monitor in silence and said nothing.

Xia Xingcheng looked at Yang Youming. At this time, he hoped that Yang Youming could say something to him.

Yang Youming leaned against the desk, and he took one of the books on it and turned over two pages, then he looked up and asked Xia Xingcheng, “How old are you?”

“Twenty four,” Xia Xingcheng replied, sitting by the bed.

Yang Youming said, “How many years have you been filming?”

Xia Xingcheng felt like a primary school student answering the teacher’s questions. He said in a polite way, “Six years, when I was 18 years old I began acting.”

Yang Youming’s book flipped over quickly. He probably didn’t read it. His tone was light, like chatting in a coffee shop in summer afternoon: “What school did you graduate from?”

Xia Xingcheng said the name of a film school, it was not the top film school in China, but also had some famous.

Yang Youming nodded. “That’s when you started acting in your freshman year.”

Xia Xingcheng thought about it and said, “I like acting very much.”

Yang Youming’s eyes fell on his face. “Do you like it very much?”

Xia Xingcheng said, “Hum”.

He Zheng sat quietly, he did not urge them to start, let them talk about the content at this time.

Yang Youming continued to ask him, “Did you think about it before you picked up the play?”

Xia Xingcheng didn’t expect him to ask this question in front of He Zheng. After a pause, he replied, “Of course.” He had a lot of reasons to take this movie, and any one of them would be recognized by young actors of the same age and status. At the same time, he couldn’t help being curious and asked, “Why does brother Ming play this play?”

Yang Youming was different from him. Yang Youming had achieved great success. He didn’t need to rely on such a movie to bring anything to himself.

Hearing this question, Yang Youming didn’t immediately answer it. He just looked up at the direction of He Zheng, then he smiled and said, “I owe him the favor, and I always have to pay it back.”

Xia Xingcheng didn’t know whether he was really joking.

Yang Youming put the book back in his hand and said to Xia Xingcheng, “Get ready to start.”

Xia Xingcheng was just a little relaxed became nervous. He got up from the bed and took two deep breaths.

“What were you thinking?” Yang asked suddenly.

Xia Xingcheng was stunned and said, “I think what Fang Jianyuan was thinking at this time?”

“What were you thinking about in the last play?” Yang Youming asked.

Xia Xingcheng couldn’t answer for a while. At that time, he was in a mess and he couldn’t think about anything carefully.

Yang Youming said to him, “Don’t think about it. Fang Jianyuan probably can’t think of anything at this time.”

It’s just panic. There’s nothing else.

This time it’s still not official shooting, but Yang Youming’s expression was very serious.

Xia Xingcheng was pushed down on the bed by him, and he instinctively wanted to stand up. Unfortunately, there was no time for him, as Yang Youming pressed on.

This time it’s real that Yang’s chest was close to him. Both of them were wearing thin clothes and they could feel each other’s temperature.

Then Yang Youming held his hands and kissed his lips deeply.

This deep kiss was not mentioned just now. Xia Xingcheng’s head was in a mess. He subconsciously wanted to hide behind.

Yang Youming grabbed his hands and turned them behind him, so he couldn’t help holding his chest up and sticking closer to Yang Youming.

Xia Xingcheng could hardly breathe. He felt Yang Youming’s strength.

Then Yang Youming lifted up Xia Xingcheng’s T-shirt hem and buried his head in his chest and kissed it.

Xia Xingcheng raised his head. His chest heaved violently. His cheeks, neck and even front chest were red. He opened his mouth, detected that his lips were dry, and made a subtle voice: “No…”

His heart was empty with panic.

Yang Youming reached out to touch the button of his pants. The touch was so strong. The panic in his heart suddenly enlarges. Xia Xingcheng didn’t think about how to perform, but how to effectively stop Yang Youming’s next action. He reached out to grab his pants, pushed Yang Youming’s wrist with one hand, and then he bowed his back to avoid.

Yang Youming’s voice was a little hoarse, as if soft and strong. He still held on to the button on Xia Xingcheng’s pants and urged him to say, “Don’t be afraid, it will be OK.”

It was the voice of adult men suppressing his desires. Xia Xingcheng understood that, and he tried harder to curl up his body. His T-shirt was still rolled on his chest, showing his bright and clean flexible waist and back. He said, “I don’t want it.” When he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was hoarse and trembling slightly.

Yang Youming put one hand on his waist and stroked it with a little force. The itchy feeling rushed up from his side, making Xia Xingcheng numb and his heart seem to itch.

“Silly boy.” Yang Youming’s tone was like an elder and a lover.

Xia Xingcheng buried his face on the pillow. He didn’t sob or tremble, he just breathed heavily, brewing emotions in the darkness and suffocation.

Yang Youming stroked his waist until he realized that he had been motionless for a long time. He came close to his ear, rubbed his back neck with his fingers, and asked him, “Fang Jianyuan?”

Xia Xingcheng did not respond.

Yang’s voice was softer, “Xiaoyuan?”

Xia Xingcheng’s shoulder twitched.

Yang Youming then used some strength to hold Xia Xingcheng’s shoulder and turn him around to see his eyes, he saw Xia Xingcheng’s eyes red and moist.

Xia Xingcheng turned away and refused to look at him.

Yang Youming sat beside the bed, helped him to sit in his arms, wiped the corner of his eyes with his thumb, and said, “Why do you cry about, stupid or not?”

Xia Xingcheng looked at the window.

Yang Youming put his arm around his shoulder and asked him to change his comfortable posture, saying, “I won’t go to work tomorrow. Do you want to swim? Shall we go swimming? “

Xia Xingcheng didn’t answer.

Yang Youming said to himself, “My swimming trunks are all gone. I’ll buy a new one in the evening. Do you want to buy one? We’ll go shopping together in the evening. “

Xia Xingcheng’s voice was dumb, “I’m not free.”

Yang Youming smiled.

The play ended here.

He Zheng clapped his hands twice and shouted, “OK! That’s it. Let’s fight for one! “

Yang Youming stood up from the bed, patted Xia Xingcheng on the shoulder and said, “Come on.”

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