My Idol Loves Me

"Ah..." The boss sighed, looked at the boy's back and murmured in a low voice: "at least wait until the rain drops. I don't know what to do in such a hurry..."

He watched the boy's back disappear quickly in the rain. As soon as he turned around, there was a flash of sword light in front of him

Boss chaliao's eyes were wide open, and his face was full of fear. A thread of blood slowly flowed down his neck, but he could no longer make a sound.

In the rainstorm, the young man in the hat gallops on the muddy path.

All of a sudden, the bamboo around us swayed, making a slight rustle through the sound of rain and thunder.

When the boy went to the depth of the bamboo forest, his ears moved, he held the stick tightly in his hand, and his steps suddenly stopped.

The rain wet his clothes and stuck them tightly on him. He was very thin, his jaw was tight, his butterfly bone was slightly convex, and his finger joints were pale and craggy. His whole body was like an open bow, stretched to the extreme.

All of a sudden, the bamboo around him swayed, and a dozen or so dark shadows leaped out from all directions.

Almost at the moment when the shadows sprang out, the teenagers began to move.

He drew a sword out of the stick.

Just like the only bright color, it cuts off the cold and humid rain curtain.

"Who?" The young man broke through the first attack of the killers in black and asked coldly.

In fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

"Betraying the organizers is unforgivable."

Between questions and answers, the sword came close again.

Young people fight to death with the killers of the same organization in the past.

Blood mixed with rain and fell into the mud.

More and more killers fell, and teenagers were injured.

The hat had been fighting for a long time. I don't know where it was left. The blood fell down the wound on his face, which made his gloomy face even more grim.

In the end, the boy got away with it, but he was seriously injured. He supported himself and walked forward for a long distance, but in the end, because he lost too much blood, he fell into the heavy rain and fell into a coma

Director Guan has very high requirements for the performance and pictures of the actors. This period of play has been replayed dozens of times. Han Xichen, against the cold wind, filmed in the rainstorm for more than three hours. After drinking five or six bowls of ginger soup, the whole person is freezing. Director Guan finally shows a satisfied smile and announces that this one is over.

"Well, everyone worked hard. This one is very good." Guan Dao's face showed a satisfied smile, "Xi Chen, congratulations on your success! Go and change your clothes. Don't catch a cold. "

"OK, thank you, Guan Dao. I see."

Han Xichen felt relieved and relieved at last.

Assistant Xiao Liu has been waiting for Han Xichen with dry bath towel and thick cotton padded clothes.

"Boss, put it on!" Xiao Liu came forward and wrapped Han Xichen from head to toe. He quickly opened the way and took Han Xichen back to the dressing room.

The makeup artist quickly helped him take off his headgear and take off the makeup on his face.

Xiao Liu quickly let Han Xichen get into the small tent in the dressing room he had set up in advance, take out the change clothes from his backpack, and let Han Xichen change into dry clothes from head to foot.

"Boss, the conditions are limited. You can't take a hot bath for the time being. You should make do with it and change your clothes first. You can't catch a cold. If you catch a cold, blue Mr. Leng will surely sacrifice me to heaven. "

Han Xichen changes his clothes in the tent, and Xiao Liu keeps talking outside.

Han Xichen thinks that Xiao Liu, the new assistant, is hardworking and quick witted. He just likes to nag too much, which is even more wordy than calm and LAN enxing.

He changed his clothes and got out of the tent.

Xiao Liu Sai gave him a hand warmer and a thermos cup, and a hair dryer in his hand to help him blow his hair.

"Drink some ginger soup to dispel cold and prevent colds."

"I see." Han Xichen, who has already drunk several bowls of ginger soup, still holds the thermos cup. He doesn't mean to drink at all.

Now it's finished. He doesn't want to drink it any more.

Seeing that Han Xichen didn't drink it, Xiao Liu was a little worried and hastened to say, "boss, take a sip of it. Try it. This ginger soup is different from the ginger soup of the crew. It's..."

As soon as Xiao Liu was about to blurt out, he stopped in a hurry.

"What's the difference? Isn't it all ginger soup?" Han Xichen was puzzled.

"It's not the same. Try it, and you'll know."

Han Xichen sees Xiao Liu's mysterious face and doesn't know what medicine is sold in the gourd.

He opened the thermos cup, took a sip, smacked his mouth, and said suspiciously, "isn't it all ginger soup? It makes no difference at all

While Han Xichen was talking, someone pushed the door of the dressing room open and came in.

As Han Xichen turned his back to the gate, he didn't know who the visitor was, but Xiao Liu saw it clearly.

Han Xichen's words just now happened to be heard.

Little Liu Dun, with black lines on his face, thought to himself, boss, you are finished.Sure enough, the next second, a familiar voice came into Han Xichen's ears.

"Xichen, congratulations on shaqing!" Hear this familiar voice, Han Xi Chen Leng a second.

The next second, he immediately jumped up from his chair and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

I saw a pretty girl standing at the door, looking at him with a smile, holding a bunch of red roses in her hand.

"En Xing, why are you here? Why don't you tell me in advance before you come here! " After nearly a month's separation, the lover who was thinking day and night finally appeared in front of him, and Han Xichen fell into ecstasy.

He rushed to LAN star excitedly and put her in his arms.

"Well, you let me go first. You hold me so tightly that I can hardly breathe." LAN enxing patted Han Xichen on the back, and his bones hurt.

LAN enxing is very distressed. Han Xichen plays two roles in this TV play. In order to play two roles well and make himself consistent with the image of a thin and gloomy young killer, Han Xichen has always controlled his weight and lost a lap. Make up for the dark star and make up for it.

Han Xichen lowers his head and kisses LAN enxing on his lips. Then he reluctantly lets her go.

Although loose hand, but Han Xi Chen's eyes still only stare at LAN en Xing body, don't want to let her leave his line of sight, even a second also can't.

"Enxing, when did you come?" Han asked.

LAN replied, "I came this morning as soon as you started filming. I didn't bother you when you worked so hard on the film. I contacted Xiao Liu in private. I went back to the hotel and cooked ginger soup for you. I put it in a mug and sent it to you. When I sent it, you just finished shooting. Fortunately, it wasn't too late. "

"Ah? Is that the ginger soup you cooked for me in the mug? " Han Xichen immediately habitually boasted about her family ticket in a fancy way, "no wonder it's so delicious. It's 100 times better than the ginger soup cooked by the crew!"