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There are no street lights in the countryside, and the lights are blind at this time, the crew lives in the town, and the car is hula-la-la.

Gu Jingxing half-squatted down: "Xiao Ran, come up, I'll carry you back to the car." ”

Song Ran was not polite to him, jumped up, jumped onto his broad and strong back, and wrapped his arms around his neck: "Jing Xing, I estimate that in the two months of this crew, I will have to finish the farm work that I can't do in my life, what if I have calluses on my hands?"

Yin Hua took a flashlight in his hand and walked in front to explore the way for them.

Gu Jingxing chuckled: "It's long enough, it's good to recuperate for a while after filming." ”

Song Ran swayed her legs, the evening breeze in the countryside was blowing overhead, and the moonlight seemed a little cold, but she felt very warm when she was next to the person she loved the most.

She reached out and touched his ear: "I like the thin calluses on your hands, it seems that your palms are very warm and dry, and when you touch my face with the palm with the calluses, I am full of warmth and touch." ”

The corners of Gu Jingxing's mouth curved: "Then I'll touch it more in the future, huh?"

Song Ran leaned on his shoulder and replied with a smile: "Feel whatever you want." ”

Gu Jingxing coughed lightly and laughed.

Yin Hua walked alone in the cold cold wind, wrapped his little padded jacket tightly.

It was already the beginning of March, and the temperature was still quite low, so Tang Ji'an sat at home and made tea by himself.

He has no hobbies, and the only hobby he seems to have in life is to climb up, satisfy his father, and become his successor.

In the past, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of life, it was normal for men to compete for fame and fortune, not to mention, his starting point was higher than others, he should be content.

But at this moment, at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep, and drank tea cup by tea, and the more he drank, the more awake he became.

He felt that this kind of life didn't seem to be interesting, like his father, standing at the pinnacle of power, and then what?

And then he asked himself, as if, he often felt empty lately, as if he wanted to grasp something, wanted to make his black and white life a little more alive, wanted to talk and laugh, and even wanted to be squeezed twice by some sharp-tongued people.

He chuckled twice, Tang Ji'an, you are a masochist.

He leaned back in his chair, and drank this cup of tea from nine o'clock in the evening to one o'clock in the morning, and his heart was still empty.

He thought, how could he feel empty when he was so busy with work, and that there were so many people who came to him every day to ask him for help, and so many people complimented him and flattered him?

Emptiness shouldn't be a word for him.

He was lying on the big bed, but his mind was clear, and he told himself, it's time, it's time to sleep, you should have gone to bed a long time ago.

Overhead, a figure appeared on the ceiling.

He closed his eyes suddenly, women are a curse, he shouldn't think about women, and he shouldn't be affected by a woman's emotions.

It's not right, it's not right.

He closed his eyes, but he couldn't turn off the image in his mind like he turned off the faucet.

She is so young, so beautiful, so vivid, so moving, so cute, so delicate......

The body is the least able to lie, and when he thinks of someone in his mind, all his emptiness slowly disappears, and his consciousness gradually fades.

Only when he thinks about her does he not lose sleep.