"Teacher Xia?"

"Teacher Xia?"

"ah?"

"It's time to go back."

"Okay." Xia Yitong took two steps and looked back at the elevator, as if Lu Yinbing was still there.

It doesn't matter that she doesn't remember herself, she will remember her later.

Xia Yitong cheered up and quickly went back to his room to take a shower.

The emotion represented by the expression on her face was quickly revealed. Fang Hui felt that since joining the crew of "Broken Snow", Xia Yitong has been working hard, becoming more cheerful and optimistic every day.

When Xia Yitong, whom she worked with at the beginning of last year, was handed over to her, her previous assistant said: "Mr.

She will feel inexplicably lost and pessimistic, and in private you will pay more attention to her emotional points, and sometimes you will be very desperate, completely ignoring her body, and make sure to let her take a break at the right time."

And after long-term contact, this is indeed the case. Xia Yitong is cheerful on the outside, but pessimistic on the inside. If she makes a mistake, the pressure of losing the game always hangs over her head, and her dedication to career is completely different from ordinary people, like a machine.

It keeps running, but after all, the human body is not made of machinery, so it sometimes makes Fang Hui feel scary.

She was like a person running desperately in the endless night, with only a faint light hanging on her, far away, and moving left and right without direction. She could only run non-stop for a moment, even if she fell, she could not

Only by stopping can you get closer to the light.

But now Xia Yitong is more like a real person, because the light is just one step away from her. She can stop, take a good look at the light, and learn how to hug her.

This is a long, sad and sweet process.

Secret love is a bitter emotion, but secret love is also a great thing. If you have never had a crush on someone, you don't know how good you can be for another person.

Under the dim bedside lamp that protects his eyes, Xia Yitong looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table that was already pointing to 3:30, put down the script that had already been curled up in just half a month, yawned, and closed it while applying a sleeping mask.

Eyes, she said to herself:

"Good night, Xia Tong."

The night wind blew up Lu Yinbing's long hair around her ears. Lu Yinbing closed the window and walked from the window to the edge of the bed. Xiaoxi had already placed the bed and pillows at the angle she was used to and said, "Miss, the indoor temperature is

It’s dropped to 24 degrees, do you want to take a shower now?”

"wash."

"I'm going to get you some new pajamas. Do you want a skirt or pants?"

"It's pants."

"OK."

"After you finish taking the clothes, you should go back to bed first. It's getting late."

"Okay." Xiao Xi responded doubtfully. In the past, Lu Yinbing would ask her to leave after taking a bath. Sometimes there would be some strange tasks that she needed to do.

Xiaoxi raised the temperature to 26, closed the door and left.

Lu Yinbing threw herself on the bed, took the made bed with her backhand and covered her face. In less than a second, she was smelled by her own body and jumped away from the bed, a mess

Let’s think about it after taking a shower.

——I am poor, earn some money to supplement my income, and see if there are any opportunities.

——As an extra?

——Not entirely.

--what else?

Lu Yinbing closed her eyes tightly. The hot water flowed down her face and over the outline of her slender body. She suddenly opened her eyes and realized that the sentence she asked was ambiguous. What I asked was besides looking for opportunities to be an actor.

Is there any other purpose besides being a group performer? This sentence can also be understood as meaning what else have you done besides being an extra.

She knows it after pushing the machine, and she just heard from her today that she worked as a dresser.

What did she mean by her answer?

Is that what she thinks? If it’s the first meaning, then what opportunities is she looking for by frequenting studios?

...could it be her?

Lu Yibing calmly denied this answer, but at the same time couldn't help but feel slowly rising because of this speculation.

Lu Yinbing came out of the shower, put on body lotion, and thought: But why didn't she speak? It's not an unspeakable reason for her, so it's not surprising that fans will do anything for idols, maybe she will do it if she is moved.

Can you give her an autograph or something? By the way, she has known me for so long and she never asked me for an autograph or anything.

Or, in fact, it is the second level of meaning. She has not only been an extra, but also has some professions that cannot be mentioned openly, such as "nude|substitute"... and so on. Lu Yinbing has a deep appreciation for all film practitioners.

They are all treated equally, including stand-ins. There are literary stand-ins, military stand-ins, light stand-ins, etc. They are everywhere, but they are often hidden behind the stars and remain unknown. The most special one is the naked stand-in, especially for well-known stars.

They all have their own stand-in. Lu Yinbing has her own nude stand-in, who helps her shoot overly revealing scenes, and she respects him very much. But when she thinks that Xia Yitong may have been a nude stand-in, Lu Yinbing feels inexplicably uncomfortable.

.

Shaking his head to get rid of the inexplicable speculations in his mind, Lu Yinbing covered the lid of the body lotion and walked out of the bathroom wearing long-sleeved pants and pajamas. As soon as he came into contact with the air-conditioned room, he was so cold that he hurriedly

He got into the quilt. The quilt was also cold. Lu Yinbing rubbed his arms and stared at the ceiling.

If I had known that I had asked clearly just now, why didn't she ask further? It's strange.

Lu Yinbing couldn't remember her state of mind at that time. Her brain seemed to have a short-circuit suddenly. Her intuition told her not to ask any more, but she really didn't ask any more. Damn her intuition.

The alarm clock on the bedside table showed two forty. Next to the alarm clock was a transparent glass bottle with a blue ribbon. Lu Yinbing had just warmed his hands, struggled a bit, reached for the bottle, and raised it to his eyes to take a closer look.

As she watched, her vision became increasingly blurry, and the bottles turned into one, two, three, and four.

The bent arms gradually flattened, hanging down on the edge of the bed, and the clenched fingers gradually loosened. The bottle rolled onto the wooden board not far from the ground, making a very light muffled sound. It rolled quickly and rolled into the corner of the wall.

The bottom of the cabinet lightly bumped against the wall and stopped moving.

Clean blue ribbon stained with dust.

Lu Yinbing breathed steadily and fell asleep. The fingers of the hand that had been exposed to the air for a long time moved slightly, as if he wanted to grasp something, but in the end he couldn't grasp anything. He put it into the warm bed, and then grew long

The woman with long hands and legs curled up, buried herself in the quilt, and gave a satisfied sigh.

The scar on Xia Yitong's back is so beautiful...

Lu Yinbing slept for less than three hours when she was woken up by the alarm clock. She lay on her back on the bed, closed her eyes and twisted the sheets under her hands into twists, making a grumpy sound. She almost broke her new growth because she exerted too much force.

Some of my nails were split.

Three minutes later, she called Xiao Xi. Xiao Xi, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, swiped her room card and came in. The first thing she did was to turn off the air conditioner that had been raised to 28 degrees at night. Then she prepared Lu Yinbing's clothes for the day and brushed her teeth.

After washing his face and changing clothes, Lu Yinbing drowsily sat in the dressing room before dawn.

Several makeup artists and makeup assistants spread out various tools and started working hard and meticulously on the one-third area of ​​​​her face. After more than ten years of intense work, Lu Yinbing had already cultivated a skill around her.

When sleeping while putting on makeup, not only can you sleep sitting up, but you can also sleep standing up without even moving your eyebrows.

She woke up from her sleep, and both the makeup artist and Xiao Xi were startled.

Xiaoxi: "What's wrong?"

Lu Yinbing frowned and said, "I seem to have forgotten something."

"Did you forget to bring something? I'm going to look in my bag."

"I don't know, just look for it."

Xiao Xi flipped through it and said, "I have brought everything I need to bring, and there is nothing missing."

"Oh, maybe I remembered it wrong." Lu Yinbing asked, "What time is it?"

"It's just arrived at six o'clock. A certain artist named Xia hasn't arrived yet."

"Did I ask you? You are the only one who speaks quickly."

Xiaoxi stuck out her tongue, she would have to ask sooner or later anyway.

Ten minutes later, Lu Yinbing began to frequently scan the direction of the dressing room door with the corner of his eye.

Xiaoxi said: "I'll go out and see if Teacher Xia is here?"

Lu Yanbing said quietly: "Have you read the elementary school textbook "The Death of Yang Xiu"? You know too much."

Xiaoxi left behind a sentence of "You are not Cao Cao", walked to the door and said: "No, that is obviously a ninth grade text, not a primary school textbook at all."

Lu Yinbing couldn't see her, so he grabbed a small gadget and threw it back.

One by one they will go to heaven.

Xiao Xi opened the door and came in, saying, "We've searched all over the studio, but Teacher Xia hasn't come yet."

"What time is it now?" Lu Yinbing's face darkened visibly.

"Six-thirty."

"Is the makeup done?"

"not yet."

Lu Yinbing asked: "Where is my mobile phone?"

Xiaoxi handed it to her respectfully: "Your Highness." Then he immediately stepped back and disappeared from her sight.

Lu Yanbing opened WeChat, logged out, switched accounts, logged in, added new friends, entered a WeChat ID from memory, and the familiar wishing bottle avatar appeared on the screen.

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Chapter completed!