Walking Through Fire for You

He came from the fire

Text/Erdong Rabbit

All kindness will be impermanent for a long time. Fear in life, life is at stake in the morning dew.

Worry is born of love, and fear is born of love. If you are away from the lover, there is no worry and no fear.

--"Diamond Sutra"

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When dawn was approaching, Nan Chu woke up from his dream, in a cold sweat.

There was no light in the room, the curtains were closed tightly, and it was completely dark. She leaned on the bed and reached out to touch the cigarette and lighter on the bed.

With a sound, a flame lit up in the dark, and it went out soon, the smoke diffused, and the sparks flickered on and off at the fingertips.

Nanchu was smoking, squinting, thinking.

After a while, she picked up the phone beside the bed and quickly pressed a few words.

"I dreamed of him again."

At 4:30 in the morning, I returned quickly over there, "What did you do in your dream?"

"Sex." Nanchu returned.

"Don't think too much, you are just getting hot and need a man."

After reading it calmly, Nanchu cursed at your sister on the phone, threw the phone aside, closed his eyes against the head of the bed, and began to recall the scene in his dream.

The man was naked, with bronze skin, muscular, smooth lines, sturdy, short black hair, and those eyes that seemed to be invisible and deep.

...

At six ten ten, agent Shen Guangzong came in with his assistant, "Get up and put on makeup."

Nanchu got out of bed, bent over to find slippers, Shen Guangzong kicked her over and said, "I'm going to join the team today, and I will let Xigu pack your things for you."

While talking, he pushed a little girl in front of her.

Nan Chu squinted his eyes while putting on his shoes, his face was rusty, and he lazily said, "New here?"

Nan Chu was originally a model. At the beginning of the year, he was signed by Jiahe. He was not well known. The assistants around him have changed three or four. I don't know if the first few assistants are incompatible with Nan Chu, or Nan Chu is difficult to get along with.

"Intern assistant and makeup artist."

Shen Guangzong didn't do anything for the past three months. He patronized her to find an assistant. He was angry when he mentioned it, rolled his eyes and warned: "Trouble you to get along with others, okay?"

Assistant and makeup artist, after all, I can’t find such a cheap thing anywhere.

Nan Chu shrugged and stared at the little girl for a while. Qi Liu Haier, in a baby shirt and short skirt, asked friendly: "How old are you?"

"twenty one."

"what is it call?"

"Western Gu." The little girl answered truthfully.

Nanchu raised his eyebrows, "Have you a boyfriend?"

Xi Gu was taken aback, but she didn't expect her to be so direct, "Not yet...not yet."

"It's so small." The little girl was quite introverted, blushing when she praised her, Nan Chu squeezed her face, "Go."

Xigu couldn't help but molested and ran away blushing.

After finishing the call, Shen Guangzong turned around and saw this scene, thinking that Nanchu had done something bad again, and shouted with a rough neck: "This is the result of Mr. Han himself. I really don't care about you!"

Nanchu said, "What are you nervous about, I won't eat her again."

Xigu was helping Nanchu pack his luggage, and when he heard it, he turned around and said, "Brother Zong, sister Nanchu is fine."

Nan Chu blinked at her.

The little girl really can't stand up to molesting, dare not watch Nanchu again.

"I don't care about other people, I just ask you not to always harass President Han. It really annoys him and blocks you. Are you still fooling?"

Nan Chu put on lipstick and threw it into her cosmetic bag, looked in the mirror, and took a couple of sips, "Okay."

Shen Guangzong's hair straightened in his heart with the two words clear and simple.

When he was leaving the house, Xi Gu was carrying the suitcase, and Nan Chu suddenly said, "Wait a minute." After speaking, he turned back to the room and pulled out a bag of things from the bedside table. Xi Gu opened the box and stuffed the things in.

Xigu held the pack of condoms and didn't know where to plug it, so he listened to the words above his head, "The Gerry beside the plug."

Xigu blushed and did so, then quickly closed and pulled the box.

At the beginning of the South, he said with satisfaction: "Go."

Later in the car, Nan Chu explained to Xi Gu, "If a person drags you into the grass and rapes you, what should you do if you can't escape?"

"..."

"Give him a condom, it's safer than anything else."

West Gu: "..."

Three days into the group, the actors did not arrive, but even Xi Gu realized that this is a rather unprofessional crew.

The field workers always take the wrong props, the photographer's hands are always shaking, the actors can never remember the lines, and the director is always calling cards. Except for the director, the rest of the actors are newcomers, so the running-in period will inevitably be longer than other crews.

Three days later, the director was already sitting in the studio and smoking a cigarette.

Nanchu acted as the second female actress. He didn't have many lines. When there was no play, he just sat on the side and read. When Xigu came into contact, she found that Nanchu was not difficult to get along with, she was just a little too lazy to deal with the interpersonal relationship.

Almost all newcomers in the group, everyone is busy greeting each other, leaving WeChat and adding Weibo, the most calm in Nanchu, reading books and playing games.

The director still thinks that this girl is the most comfortable and pleasing to the eye, she doesn't procrastinate in filming, and she enters the film quickly. When she is free, she will read the book to cultivate her character. These days, there are really not many girls with such a weak temperament.

The books that Nanchu read are very mixed, and they have everything.

One day, the director saw Nanchu watching "Decameron" and sat down beside the shade of the tree, "Like Boccaccio's novels?"

The director is a serious and steady director.

Nan Chu glanced at the director, his index finger lifted the corner of the book, then turned the page back, "It's pretty good."

"Yes, Boccaccio's novels show humanity very well, such as the ninth story..."

The director whispered, he is also a thoughtful person, and his analysis is very thorough.

After listening to Nanchu, "I see shallowly."

"what?"

"Mainly watching **** scenes."

"..."

The director stood up silently.

The expression was like driving a little Thomas train before him.

Xigu occasionally heard gossip about Nanchu.

"She has no dad."

"When I was 18 years old, my boyfriend was going to be rumored all over the sky.

"I saw her discussing Huang Shu with the director that day."

And those who talk about these gossips will turn their heads and smile with Nan Chu, just like acting. When the director shouts a card, he immediately accepts his expression. Xigu did not expect that these people use acting skills so freely in life.

At the beginning of Nanchu, it seemed a little out of place.

She never talks about people or discusses gossip, and she is indifferent to the world.

As the world treats her.

On this day, Nan Chu and Xi Gu were chatting under the shade of the trees. Halfway through the conversation, Shen Guangzong came over and said, "Xiao Xi, you go and help those actresses to touch up their makeup."

Xigu conditioned reflex, "Don't."

Shen Guangzong hissed, frowning and akimbo: "Rebelled?"

Xigu glanced at the actresses over there, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Nan Chu touched her head, "What's wrong? Did they scold you?"

"No."

"Then don't play tricks, go to help them make up."

Xigu refused: "Isn't there a makeup artist in the group?"

Nanchu: "You do them a favor."

Xigu stood up reluctantly, and Nan Chu rubbed her hair again: "Observe."

Ten minutes later, Xigu came back after finishing makeup.

"Let's go, why did they offend you?" Nan Chu drank his coffee.

Xigu sat down beside her, "They are talking ill of you behind your back."

The coffee almost squirted out, Nan Chu reached out and touched the back of her head and smiled: "The little girl is kind of righteous."

"Don't you care?"

She didn't care much, "Why should you care?"

People's hearts are different, as they are.

Nanchu really didn't care, his eyes were cold.

Xigu felt that even the sunlight behind him had become cold.

"Apart from life and death, which things in this world are not nosy?"

"Xigu, if you can't plug other people's mouths, then cover your own ears."

...

In the evening, an actress from the same company in Nanchu played the role of the female San Yan Dai in the show. She was allergic and her face burst into red and swollen. She cried to the director. The director was already annoyed by the filming schedule these days. Seeing this strike again, naturally there is no good thing to say: "What are you allergic to eating? To be an actor so unconsciously."

Yan Dai cried, "I didn't eat anything!"

The director was angry: "Then what did you do? Why are you like this? No one else is like this?"

Yan Dai narrowed her mouth, feeling aggrieved: "I asked Nanchu's assistant to put on makeup for me in the afternoon, and didn't do anything else!"

Nan Chu glanced at Xi Gu, who spread his hands innocently.

At night, Yan Dai's face became more and more swollen, and Nan Chu and Shen Guangzong sent her to the hospital overnight.

After the doctor diagnosed, it was dust allergy, "What did you wipe?"

Yan Dai cried at once.

The doctor frowned, "It will be fine after a few days of rubbing the medicine. Why cry?"

Yan Dai stopped crying again, and smoked twice, "Really?"

"Nonsense." The doctor rolled his eyes.

Shen Guangzong carried Xigu to the corridor, "What did you paint her?"

"Really not."

"Fart!" Shen Guangzong akimbo his hips, staring, and pointed his right hand at her twice: "Do you want to do it!"

Xigu was anxious, tears streaming down her eyes: "I really didn't apply anything to her. You want me to touch up her makeup. I did it. Who knows if she is allergic to makeup?"

As soon as the voice fell, he was pulled to the side, Nanchu leaned against the wall, looking at Xi Gu with his light eyes, and said to Shen Guangzong: "Don't ask someone to take care of you when something happens, I believe her. "

Xigu was pulled to the side by Nanchu, his vision was wide, and a figure stood at the end of the corridor.

The man dressed in ordinary clothes, tall and strong, like a green pine, standing jade. He was hidden in the darkness, smoky, leaning against the wall and smoking.

There was a gust of wind, and the smoke dispersed, floating here.

Here Shen Guangzong is crazy: "One or two are going to rebel?!"

Xigu was still explaining in a low voice: "Brother Zong, it's really not me, don't believe me, you can ask them to check my cosmetic bag."

At the beginning of the south, his sight was fixed.

At the end of the corridor, a cigarette went out, and the man took another cigarette from his pocket, lowered his head and inhaled it. In the darkness, the light disappeared in an instant, leaving only the sparks flashing in the dark.

He leaned against the wall, breathing out smoke, and lowered his head to play with the lighter in his hand.

Seems to be waiting for someone.

Shen Guangzong was also unclear with Xi Gu, although he knew that this little girl should not be so bold, she felt that she should apologize to Yan Dai, so he dragged Xi Gu in.

Nanchu waited at the door for a while.

The man seemed to be still.

Without patience, as soon as he turned around, he heard a sentence behind him: "Captain Lin!"

Nanchu looked back.

There was a pounding sound of high-heeled shoes in the empty corridor.

The female doctor in a white coat ran over there in small steps. The man was a head taller than her and raised his head in a gentle voice: "Have you waited a long time?"

The man finally straightened up and walked out of the darkness, revealing a clear and heroic face.

On the floor, the figure was stretched out.

He has a thin face, sharp and short hair, deep eyebrows, slightly curved tails, a straight nose, and the tight jaw line of a military uniform looks stiff. When he casually jokes with you, the corners of his eyes are slightly tucked away, and no one can guess what he is thinking.

There is scorn and righteousness, but there is no contradiction.

Lin Luxiao pinched the cigarette, dropped his head and threw it into the trash can, and copied it into his trouser pocket, "I just arrived."

The gloomy corridor made the voice even more gritty.

"Why do you wear this outfit?"

"Just a meeting."

The female doctor smiled: "You still look better in this body, let's go, I will take you there."

The footsteps of the two gradually faded away.

Nanchu squatted on the ground, lighted a cigarette, inhaled, raised his head, and slowly spit out the smoke ring, looking at the diffused blue and white smoke, thinking: time flies, it's five years so fast.