little turtle in pocket

Chapter 13

In the year [-] AD.A hotel room in the suburbs of Beijing.

"Hey, what are you doing? It takes so long to shave? It's time for seedlings to germinate, even if they are fresh?"

Hearing the impatient voice from outside the door, Wen Nuo, who was looking at the mirror in a daze, shook his hand, and the razor left a thin bloodstain on his jaw: "Oh!"

Wu Ming pushed the door open and came in, only to see him covering his chin with a towel: "Are you okay?" He opened the cupboard to collect the toiletries without caring about his reaction carefully.

"Brother Ming, are you going out?"

Wu Ming quickly packed the necessities into a black bag, and brushed his lips carelessly against the child's cheek: "Ah, I picked up a print advertisement and went to Tongzhuang to shoot two shots, and I'll be back tomorrow."

The sudden weight on his neck startled him. Under the faint blue light in the bathroom, the shadow of the child's eyelashes almost covered half of his face: "Then you must come back tomorrow!"

"you--"

Handsome Wu's question was kept in his mouth.Wen Nuo's lips were warm and smooth, incredibly soft, with the tip of his tongue protruding a little bit, like a timid little snake, swimming around in his brother's mouth.

All thoughts were thrown to the sky in an instant, and the rare initiative of this awkward child was enough to make people lose their minds.

Pressed against the wall by the man's aggressive retaliation kiss, Wen Nuo closed his eyes, and something flashed in his mind.Suddenly remembered, a long time ago, there was such a scene.It's just that no matter how hard I try to think about it, I can't remember who was with whom and what happened at that time and place.

The buttons of the shirt had been undone one by one at some point, the man's kiss was like burning liquor, the scorching heat spread rapidly, and Wen Nuo's desire had already been so high that it could not be concealed.

"tick".Liquid fell on the man's tall nose.

Wu Ming looked up, angry and distressed at the same time: "You embarrassing child! Why didn't you say it earlier when you scratched your chin!"

The 囧 child smiled silently, stretched out his finger, scraped up the drop of bright red blood, put it into his mouth and sucked it, the pink tip of his tongue loomed between his lips.

Looking at this scene, if you don't turn into a wolf, you will be a man in vain.Handsome Wu said with a smile in his low voice: "You asked for it!" He vigorously rolled over Wen Nuo's body, pulled off the obstructing cover with a "swish", and looked at the two hills in front of him with satisfaction. Snow-white peaks.

Who is plucking the strings, provocative?Who is singing in a low voice, this gentle serenade, endlessly sad?

It's just that besides the joy of love, why are there always strange memory fragments appearing and disappearing from time to time?

After ten days of oppressive rain, the sun finally returned.

When Wen Nuo found his uncle, the director with a big beard who was obsessed with cleanliness was directing the crew to clean up the mud that had been stained on the vehicles and props a few days ago, cursing and swearing all the way.

Seeing his nephew, Director Qian asked, "Wu Ming hasn't come back yet?" He threw a tripod with three feet covered in mud to him.

"What are you doing?" The little boy hugged the tripod with a confused look on his face.

The bearded man kicked him on the shin: "Why are you pretending to be an idiot? Wash it off under the faucet over there!"

For his uncle's abuse, the little boy expressed his anger: "But my stomach hurts!"

"If you want me to say, I'm afraid it's not a stomachache, but a PP pain?" Shouzimei's assistant director appeared out of nowhere, patted the child's plump part, and said to the bearded man with a smile, "You're an uncle. I don't know how to be considerate of the child, that kid Wu Ming looks delicate, but the thing underneath is at the level of a beast!"

The face of the child gnawed by the beast turned red like a ripe persimmon.The uncle became angry from embarrassment: "Mediri! What's the matter with you here? Why don't you stay cool! Get out!"

Mei Shouzi, who was still full of thoughts, had no intention of rolling at all, and wanted to continue to play, when a buzzing sounded from somewhere on his body.He rummaged through three pockets before finding the mobile phone he had misplaced: "Hey! It's me! What?" His face suddenly darkened, "Dude, this joke can't be taken casually!"

Director Qian was blowing his beard and staring at his nephew, when he saw this, he stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"

Medirui put away the phone and said with a mournful face, "That elegant company said it would quit."

"Shit!" Qian Dao blurted out, "Just to prevent you from planting soft advertisements? Didn't you agree to thank you at the end of the film and put you in the front row?"

The thin man's face elongated and looked more like a sword bean: "Why don't you ask them to give in and find a way to put the advertisement in?"

"Mediri, are you dizzy from eating too much instant noodles at noon? Where can I put a shampoo ad for this anti-special movie in the 30s? Was there such a thing in those days?"

Fatty Mei squatted on the ground, hugged his head and muttered: "200 million, suddenly there is a shortfall of 200 million, the salary of that big star Jin has not yet been included in the budget, but he will kill him------"

The bearded man threw the cigarette butts in his hand on the ground, and crushed them with the soles of his shoes to vent his anger: "If you ask me, it's useless even to find them. Now that the financial crisis is happening, you just can't afford the money. Find an excuse to retreat!" When he turned his head, he saw his nephew standing still with the tripod in his arms, and suddenly slapped the child on the back of the head, "What are you still doing in a daze? Go back to your room and rest! You didn't hear anything just now, do you understand?"

Wen Nuo said "Oh", turned around and took a few steps, then walked back, put the tripod back into the tool pile, and then left slowly, leaving the second director Qian Mei sighing.

The content of this scene is that the spy chief played by Cheng Shen tracked down the traitor and broke the clues. He ran to the gym and beat sandbags to vent his depression. There was not a single line, and even the expressions were deliberately processed without much change. The emotional level was expressed purely through body movements .

The young actors who have always been classified as idols showed surprising expressiveness, and their movements are in place.On the contrary, the actor who acted with him was too nervous, either he rushed to take the film or said the wrong words, and it took several shots to pass.

Cheng Shen was always calm and indifferent during the process, and he did not see the slightest impatience and no star prestige over and over again, which made Director Qian sigh and see a young talent with limitless future.

Even though it was winter, because it was an action scene, and the heating in the studio was oversupplied, several headlights all shone on Chengshen, the focal point, and it was still so hot that he was sweating all over.

Smiling, he declined the invitation of several acquainted colleagues to go clubbing together, grabbed a towel and walked into the dressing room.

There are people inside.

"Why are you here?"

Hearing someone ask a question, Wen Nuo barely pulled his gaze away from the computer screen, only to be startled by the half-naked man in boxer shorts in front of him.

The strong chest, strong arms and angular abdominal muscles made people blush and heartbeat, but the awkward child curled his lips: "Showing clothes, attracting bees and butterflies, is indecent."

Cheng Shen didn't know whether he didn't hear clearly or didn't mind, he just smiled and asked, "Is there anything you can do for me?"

"How do you know that I have something to do with you?"

The man wiped his sweat with a towel, and he got closer and closer, so close that Wen Nuo could smell his body: it was hot, with a hint of herbal incense, which made people feel very healthy: "This is my special dressing room. If you weren't looking for me, why did you come here?"

"Uh-----" Jiongzi scratched his fingers on the keyboard, talking nonsense, "I just wanted to ask, how do you exercise?"

Cheng Shen bent down and approached Wen Nuo's upturned face, the sweat from the tip of his hair dripped on the boy's chin: "If you are interested, I will take you to the gym."

This is a chain of fitness centers.Apparently Cheng Shen's VIP card was of a very high level, because the snobby foreman immediately started nodding and laughing as soon as he saw that card.

Hats, sunglasses, full star outfits, Cheng Shen, who went out in standard attire, was cold and serious from beginning to end, until they were the only two of them left in the private gym, and then he showed his signature dimpled smile: "Xiao Nuo, take off your coat first, for a while It will be hot."

Although it was a normal reminder, Wen Nuo felt guilty for no reason, feeling like a thief who was about to break into someone's house for the first time.

After hesitating for a long time, he procrastinatedly removed his jacket, but saw that Mr. Big Star had already removed the cumbersome camouflage items, and was only wearing a racer-shaped vest and black slacks, sitting on the rowing machine, waving it easily to the maximum load The two oars, the distinctive tendons are more and more concave and convex.

"Hey, don't stand there in a daze, find something to practice by yourself, do you want me to take you to practice?"

The unconcealable smile in Cheng Shen's tone annoyed the 囧 child, but why did he think that the only sport he was good at was video games (!).

After inspecting the field, he finally saw something that he could guarantee that he would not be embarrassed. Wen Nuo picked it up and started exercising: rope skipping.

Pang Chengshen held back a smile and watched the girly movement of this awkward child.The little boy is thin and tall, and his appearance of dancing and dancing on the rope is quite imaginative.

The child was tired after jumping a few times, stopped and accused Cheng Shen: "Why are you not moving?"

It was only then that Cheng Shen realized that he had lost his composure. He laughed and stood up: "It seems that you lack strength training. Let's practice barbells."

Wen Nuo took a step back vigilantly: "Will it hit your foot?"

Star Jin raised his hand and solemnly swore, "I promise not."

Of course not, because when he was lifting the barbell, he was always behind the little boy, holding the bar with all four hands, which was only half the weight of the usual training, how could Mr. Jin notice it!

The two were too close, not only the man's hot body breath was lingering, but even the scent of mint in his mouth was sent into his nose with every breath, which made Wen Nuo want to ask him several times if he A peppermint mouthwash.

Suddenly something warm was pecked on the earlobe.Wen Nuo looked back in surprise and saw those shining eyes: "Now tell me, what's the matter?"