“This is my job.”

Pompeii took the script, lowered his head, and gave Yu Xing an answer she thought was very reasonable.

Yu Xing didn't speak for a long time, so he threw away the cigarette and walked to the edge of the sofa, sat down freely, and asked her, "What are you going to do with me?"

It seems that he has accepted Pompeii's work content calmly.

Pompeii grabbed his hand, his fingertips were scalded by cigarette butts, and the traces were shocking.

With ten fingers connected to the heart, she couldn't help asking, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Yu Xing let her hold his hand, her eyes fell on her soft face, and she spit out two words: "A little."

Pompeii glanced speechlessly and stood up to find iodine and medicine.

But together, she couldn't remember where the iodine and medicine were.

When she suddenly recalled, when she used to bump into her, Yu Xing used to create band-aids and medicines like a magician, and she had never worried about these details.

She got used to doing it at home by the nanny and assistant, and after she came out, she got used to doing it for her.

Yu Xing saw that Pompeii didn't know where to go, so he showed her the way: "On the cabinet in the entrance hall."

Pompeii went to the entrance to look for medicine.

There is a large medicine box on the cabinet, with common home medicines and health products, neatly placed inside, everything from external injuries to stomach-enhancing and digestive tablets and vitamins.

She hadn't paid attention to these details before, but now she realizes that Yu Xing is really very careful.

Pompeii took iodine and scald medicine, as well as a piece of gauze and a roll of tape.

In order to facilitate the application of medicine, she squatted in front of the sofa and prepared to disinfect Yu Xing first.

Yu Xing put his arm on his knee, leaned over slightly, lowered his head and looked at Pompeii who was applying medicine to him in front of his knee.

Pompeii felt the strange gaze from him, looked up at him, and his hands stopped moving, and asked him, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Yu Xing blinked, his light-colored eyes, indescribable deep and dark, suddenly a little light lit up and said, "This is the first time I've seen you like this, from top to bottom."

Pompeii chuckled, strange, what's so strange about this perspective?

Pompeii said nervously: "I'm going to start taking medicine."

It was like before the soldiers started the war, they announced to the enemy, "I'm going to shoot."

Yu Xing couldn't help asking: "Can you apply medicine?"

Of course, it was okay for Pompeii to apply medicine to himself, but he had never applied medicine to others. He couldn't control the strength and was asked by Yu Xing, and he didn't know how to do it.

"Okay, shut up."

“…”

Pompeii wet it with a cotton swab and applied it to Yu Xing's fingertips with trembling. Only when she was so close did she see clearly that she had burned a layer of skin and saw the flesh faintly.

It felt like she saw someone else's fingernails being removed with her own eyes, and she felt pain in her heart. She trembled and applied medicine to Yu Xing.

Seeing that Pompeii was too nervous, Yu Xing calmly told her: "It doesn't hurt that much."

Pompeii was brave enough to apply iodine to Yu Xing and apply scalded ointment to his wounds.

During the whole process, he really didn't react at all, just like he said, it didn't hurt that much.

Pompeii bandaged Yu Xing with gauze and breathed a sigh of relief. He sat on the sofa with amnesty and asked him: "Yu Xing, are you really afraid of pain, or should you endure it?"

"Is there any difference?" Yu Xing picked up the script and waited to help Pompeii, but Pompeii did not rush to tell him what to do, but asked him: "Tomorrow is your father's death day. Do you want to go back to Yuchuan?"

"Not going back." Yu Xing said again: "I didn't go back before, and there is no need to go back now."

Pompeii asked: "You hate your dad?"

Yu Xing was silent.

Pompeii picked up his phone and pressed the unlock key one after another, like a child playing with the light switch.

Yu Xing replied to her in a slight key sound: "Don't hate." He paused for a moment and continued: "But it's just not hate."

His father died in front of him, although he later learned that his father was too ill and was eager to get relief, but before that, he could not understand his father's behavior.

The feeling of panic and confusion was like a huge shadow covering his childhood. Whenever something happy happened, the shadow would move over quietly and deprive him of all his fun.

When something sadder happened, the shadow took the opportunity to breed more dark parts and accumulate into a larger black shadow again, spreading in every inch of his childhood.

Yu Xing remembers too little about his father. When his father died, it was their last meeting and the most profound memory.

There is no question about fatherly love.

When talking about hatred, hate is created because of love, so there is nothing.

Everything stops here.

Pompeii asked softly: "Grandma said that you can't sleep well every time you arrive at this time."

Yu Xing said it very rationally and objectively: "I have become a physiological disease, and I cannot overcome it."

He no longer remembers the root cause of the disease in his heart. He said: "Maybe it is at this time of year that I get used to insomnia."

What a calm tone, such a plain statement, she didn't need her comfort or her heartache, but Pompeii didn't know why, but he felt a faint sadness in his heart.

"And you?"

"I..." Pompeii thought of Pang Zhonglin, his eyes moved upwards and said, "I have never blamed my father from beginning to end."

When Pompeii thought of Pang Zhonglin, his heart was always soft and hot.

Her father is really busy and doesn't have much time to stay at home, but from childhood to adulthood, he appears by her side as scheduled every festival.

All the memories about her father were beautiful. Even if Pang Zhonglin left in that way, she just felt that her father was tired and her father could not bear it. He had already fulfilled his father's responsibilities to her, and she had to walk the road ahead by herself.

So Pompeii never blamed Pang Zhonglin, he just missed him, and missed him very much.

“Drink some bar.”

Pompeii suddenly wanted to drink, so she went to the wine cabinet to find wine, and among the many wines, she picked Yuchuan's bamboo wine.

This was the first time Pompeii drank Yuchuan bamboo wine. He poured two glasses and asked Yu Xing: "When did you get this wine?"

"Take Gao Yunuo." Yu Xing said: "The degree is not low, drink less."

Pompeii didn't listen to him, so he poured half a cup at once, handed him a cup, and a cup himself.

"Cheers." Pompeii and Yu Xing touched the cup and took a sip.

"It's not good to drink on an empty stomach, so I'll get some food." Yu Xing got up, and Pompeii grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "No need to take it, I've eaten it."

Yu Xing said: "I didn't eat it."

Pompeii smiled, his appetite was really sudden.

Yu Xing went back to the next door and got some ingredients.

Pompeii went to the kitchen, "It's so late, do you want to cook? Do you usually live here and cook by yourself? Are you so idle?"

Yu Xing tied the apron and said, "There are noodles below. I don't cook normally, but now I'll just forget the steps to cook."

He is not idle either. Compared to people of the same value, he can be said to have no entertainment activities. These seemingly idle things are all done in a busy time.

Yu Xing is still skilled in the noodles, and the noodles are cooked quickly, and it will be enough in about ten minutes.

Pompeii was aroused of appetite, and the battlefield was turned to the bar. The two shared a bowl of noodles and drank some wine. It was half past nine.

Pompeii was tired of filming for a week and was even more sleepy when he was full. He was too lazy to watch the script and just wanted to take a shower and go to bed.

Yu Xing saw that she was sleepy and left consciously.

At ten o'clock, Pompei came out of the bathroom and dries his hair to the balcony, but saw Yu Xing also on the balcony.

“…”

“…”

Through the balcony, Pompei opened the glass window and asked, "Is it still not sleep?"

Yu Xing nodded.

Pompeii grabbed his hair and just washed it, but he was no longer sleepy. Before closing the window, she said, "Then you should come and help me check the script!"

Yu Xing came in a minute.

The two sat back on the sofa, Pompeii found the original camera, placed it on the shelf, adjusted the shooting mode, changed into a red cross-neck skirt, scattered long hair, and said, "You help me get into the show. When I get into the show, you leave the camera and I will play it myself."

Yu Xing gently presses his jaw.

The two read the script at the same time, and Pompeii pointed to the theme of "Diet Farewell" to Yu Xing.

The short script says that the princess of a country fell off and her husband's consort had parted with her husband's consort before she died. Before she died, the princess kissed her husband's consort and said goodbye.

From the perspective of Pompeii's shooting, all she needs to do is close her eyes and cater to a kiss.

On the other side of Chu Si, he leaned over and leaned over and kissed.

Pompeii supported Yu Xing's shoulder and said, "You don't have to move, I'll just look at you."

She stared at Yu Xing, and gradually got into the role by relying on his face. The sadness and desolation of the princess of the deceased country spread in her eyes. She slowly raised her chin toward Yu Xing's lips, and when she was about to signal Yu Xing to appear, he had already hugged her waist and kissed her.
Chapter completed!