Chapter 38 I promise not to cry this time

Jiang Dao looked at Mu Zhixing in shock.

Is it so exciting!

He has just started making movies, so it’s so difficult to ask him to make a bed scene?

Beside, Chu Yinlong slammed the teacup back on the table, frowned and asked, “Sex scene?”

Mu Zhixing laughed like a god: “That’s right. The film is about criminal investigation, and the character I saw for Kojima is one of the victims. There are very few scenes, just a love scene, a **** scene, and finally a death scene. ,Gone.”

Chu Yinlong was silent and looked at Jiang Dao.

Jiang Dao didn’t care, it was just filming, and it wasn’t a fake show for real, so he answered easily: “I have no problem.”

Chu Yinlong looked away, took a big sip from his teacup.

But Mu Zhixing’s eyes were so poisonous, he immediately saw that something was wrong with Chu Yinlong.

“What? Do you have an opinion?” He squinted at Chu Yinlong and asked with a smile, “Are you jealous?”

Chu Yinlong glanced at him: “What am I jealous of?”

Mu Zhixing just laughed: “It’s been 20 years since you debuted, oh, not counting your childhood, let’s just say that you have made so many movies as an adult, not even a single kiss scene or **** scene. Isn’t it jealous that Kojima has this good opportunity?”

Chu Yinlong let out a cold snort of disdain from his nasal cavity.

“Don’t worry,” Mu Zhixing deliberately teased him, “If my script really starts shooting, you will have a chance…”

“Let’s order first.” Chu Yinlong interrupted Director Mu, “I’ve been busy all morning and I’m hungry.”

Mu Zhixing’s eyes turned around his face, and finally he smiled knowingly, and didn’t continue to say anything.

While waiting for the food to be ordered, Zhang Heng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, “Jiang Dao, your surname is Jiang, which Jiang?”

Jiang Dao was slightly startled: “A river with three points of water.”

Zhang Heng gave a “hmm”, thoughtfully, but didn’t ask any more.

By the end of the dinner, Jiang Dao’s role in playing a small supporting role in Zhang Heng’s crew was completely settled. However, the movie was still in preparation, and the schedule could not be confirmed for the time being, so Zhang Heng left Jiang Dao’s contact information, saying that once the start time was confirmed, he would confirm with him immediately.

Before going out, Director Mu suddenly remembered something, and patted Jiang Dao on the shoulder: “This Sunday, our episode of Taoyuan will be broadcast tonight. To be honest, I am quite looking forward to it.”

It was only then that Jiang Dao remembered that it was indeed time for the variety show to air.

In fact, after the announcement of the variety show last Sunday, he turned to Weibo under the reminder of Chu Yinlong, and was bombarded by Zhou Weibo to express his congratulations… But unexpectedly, after several days of fast-paced shooting, he Forget about it.

“Do you want to see it?” Chu Yinlong asked lightly after getting into the driver’s seat.

“What?” Jiang Dao didn’t respond for a moment.

“Variety show.” Chu Yinlong said, “If you want to watch it, we just happen to be together.”

“It’s ok, I have nothing to do at night anyway.” Jiang Dao didn’t care, squinting his eyes and leaning lazily in the passenger seat.

Upstairs, Zhang Heng walked down the steps slowly, and watched Jiang Dao and Chu Yinlong drive away through the glass window of the restaurant. He paused slightly, then turned to the people around him: “Old Mu, do you think Jiang Dao looks familiar? Besides, his surname is Jiang.”

After a moment of silence, Mu Zhixing said: “It’s hard to say, although they look alike, but back then…Jiang Ruo disappeared after that incident, and no one knows what happened to her afterwards. Kojima…it’s hard to tell her. Does it matter?”

Seeing that Zhang Heng still seemed to have some doubts, Mu Zhixing smiled: “Even if he really has something to do with Jiang Ruo, don’t you still want to put the old score on a child?”

Zhang Heng heard the words and sighed: “It’s not that I’m settling old scores, I’m afraid… If he was really taught by Jiang Ruo, I’m afraid he is not a good stubble. I don’t like young people who can make troubles too much.”

Mu Zhixing said: “This kid is not like Jiang Ruo back then…”

Zhang Heng shook his head: “Not like? He just made his debut, and he can make Xiao Chu so interested in two variety shows. Do you really believe that he has no means? You saw it during the meal just now. His cute face is Didn’t you just pretend? You have more poisonous eyes than mine, I don’t believe you can’t see it.”

Hearing what he said, Mu Zhixing sighed: “Okay, if you’re worried, watch Xiaoqi’s variety show with me tonight and see how Xiao Dao is doing, and it’s not too late to draw a conclusion.”

…

Back at the hotel, Jiang Dao had a rare full afternoon of sleep and didn’t wake up until after four o’clock.

I went to the hotel gym to exercise for more than an hour, and took a brief shower. As soon as I put on my bathrobe, I heard someone knock on the door.

Jiang Dao opened the door while brushing his hair carelessly: “Come in first, I’ll be right away.”

Outside the door, Chu Yinlong was stunned for a moment, walked quickly into the room, and closed the door behind his back.

“you…”

As soon as he uttered a word, he saw Jiang Dao with his back turned to him, took out a pair of underwear from the suitcase next to the bed, put them on in front of him under the cover of the bathrobe, and then leaned over to pick out the pants .

Chu Yinlong: …

Jiang Dao put on his sweatpants, took off his bathrobe and threw it on the back of the bedside chair, took out a T-shirt from the suitcase and put it on, shook the water from his hair, turned around and smiled at Chu Yinlong: ” Let’s go, go to your side to watch, I don’t have a sofa here, and the TV is too small.”

Chu Yinlong cleared his throat, but his words were still dry: “Why did you open the door for someone without clothes?”

Jiang Dao blinked: “I’m wearing that robe.”

Chu Yinlong was speechless: “Is the bathrobe in neutral?”

Remembering that Zhu Yao also raised this question before, and more than once, Jiang Dao smiled apologetically: “I’m just… used to it.”

“How did you develop such a bad habit?” Chu Yinlong asked.

“Huh?” Jiang Dao quickly found an excuse, “I live alone, so I’m used to doing whatever I want.”

In fact, in the wasteland of the last days, there are very few opportunities to take a bath. Not to mention not wearing clothes after washing, the bathrooms there are shared by a large group of people, even in the open air. In addition, sometimes in wars, when swimming in winter, you have to take off your clothes to go into the water… He has long been used to being seen naked by others, and he never feels psychologically burdened.

In his opinion, the bathrobe can obviously cover people tightly, so why is it not considered as wearing clothes?

However, Jiang Dao did not argue too much about this issue. Following Chu Yinlong to the other party’s apartment, he found that the TV had been tuned to the channel where the variety show was located, and an advertisement was being broadcast at this time.

Chu Yinlong handed the hotel menu to Jiang Dao: “See what you want for dinner.”

Jiang Dao flipped through the menu casually, and said nonsense: “Watching variety shows, of course I want to eat skewers with beer…”

After he finished speaking, he heard Chu Yinlong chuckle: “You are really not afraid of getting fat. Okay, there are no skewers in the hotel. I will order takeaway.”

“Huh?” Jiang Dao put down the menu, “Do you really order skewered beer?”

“Order if you want.” Chu Yinlong brought up the ordering interface, and handed the phone to Jiang Dao, “Tomorrow is off, so you can relax tonight…you see what you want to eat.”

Before he could pick up the other party’s phone, Jiang Dao’s own phone rang suddenly.

It was Jing Yu who called, and Jiang Dao turned on the speakerphone. As soon as he connected, there was a wailing sound from the opposite side: “Xiao Dao, why are you not in the room? I said I came to play with you! Where have you been?”

Chu Yinlong’s expression tightened, before he could remind him, Jiang Dao said, “I’m in Teacher Chu’s room, and I made an appointment to watch a variety show together…Do you want to come?”

Hearing this, there was no sound from Jing Yu.

Who knows, just when Chu Yinlong thought he would just give up, Jing Yu struggled for a while, and finally replied: “Okay, I’ll go there now!”

Chu Yinlong: …

After hanging up the phone, seeing Chu Yinlong’s complex expression, Jiang Dao only realized later: “Ah, sorry, I didn’t ask you…won’t you go to my room?”

Chu Yinlong evoked a helpless smile: “It’s okay, let’s watch together.”

When Jing Yu came to Chu Yinlong’s room, he was carrying a case of six bottles of pre-mixed cocktails. Hearing that barbecue is the order for dinner, he volunteered to recommend some delicious restaurants nearby.

As soon as the food was ordered, the variety show started.

Jiang Dao picked up a bottle of cocktail and unscrewed it, took a big gulp, and looked at the TV screen indifferently.

“Wow, you said you want to watch a variety show, I thought… but you want to watch a variety show recorded by you and Mr. Chu?” Jing Yu was shocked, and lowered his voice to Jiang Dao’s ear, “It’s the first time I’ve seen it. A person who recorded a variety show by himself!”

Hearing what he said, Jiang Dao was surprised: “Huh? Watching my own variety show… Isn’t it normal?”

When he was reading the book, Tang Yao often dragged Zhou Wei to watch the variety shows they recorded themselves in the plot, and later watched the dramas and movies they made together. Zhou Wei also came to watch with him when Cooking Rice was broadcast before. This time it was also Chu Yinlong who proposed to watch variety shows together. He thought it was some kind of tradition in the entertainment industry.

Jing Yu was embarrassed, glanced at Chu Yinlong secretly, raised his hand and scratched his head, his tone was not very sure: “Yeah, I can’t say it’s abnormal… But I never dare to watch the variety shows I recorded, I filmed them myself I don’t even watch dramas…I feel, a little…socially dead…”

As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, looking at the people on TV, and at the two people around him, he suddenly had the illusion that he shouldn’t be here.

…

With the broadcast of the variety show, Weibo became lively that night. Jiang Dao’s official Weibo immediately flooded with many fans, and most of them were discussing the variety show that was being broadcast.

“Hahahahahahaha that’s so funny, what did Kojima do, the geese are so afraid of him!”

“Reply: It may be that the goose feet have been eaten too much hahahaha…”

“Reply: When I go back to my hometown during the summer vacation, I think I need to take a small island with me. I don’t know if the stand will work or not [doge]”

“Wow! Kojima can cook!”

“Reply: Sister, let me know about Xiaodao’s egg tarts? The actor Chu said it was good after eating it [Bixin]”

“Emmmm Kojima’s mouth… I’m sorry, sisters, I’m not right!”

“Reply: I’m not right [doge]”

“Emmmm, this way of binding watermelons…”

“Re: I’m so wrong [kneeling]”

“…Kojima, do you know what you are talking about! Is it really okay for you and King Chu to “attack” and “attack” like this! [cover face]”

“Reply: Hahahahaha I think I am very right! This is the most right!”

…

If Jing Yu was lucky enough to see these comments, he would be sure that the illusion he had just now was not an illusion.

It’s a pity that there is no barrage on the TV in the hotel room, and he has no time to check Weibo.

So, after the atmosphere was finally lifted by the delicious food and wine, and he no longer felt embarrassed, Jing Yu got drunk as expected.

Sitting on the sofa in Chu Yinlong’s room, he threw his arms around Jiang Dao’s neck, leaned his head into the hollow of his shoulder, and moaned with the strength of alcohol: “Xiao Dao, you are so kind, really! I’m so— like you!”

Jiang Dao reached out and pushed his head, with a look of disgust: “Go, don’t act like a baby.”

Jing Yu let go of him with a chuckle, and popped out a sentence: “I’ll go to sleep with you tonight! I promise not to cry this time! I won’t wet your pillow!”

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