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Chapter 33 I'm His Father

The sudden change suddenly broke the lively and cheerful atmosphere. A dozen staff members looked at the bullet hole with flying sand on the ground, their faces turned pale, and they panicked in an instant, "Run!" "Hurry up!" Run!" "Don't take the equipment! Your life matters!"

Zong Ziren hugged the drone aerial camera tightly, as if he wanted to live and die with it, "No way! This is a film that just came out! I won't go—!"

The scene was completely chaotic, the sound of footsteps rang out, and Rong Xiao let out a thunderous roar, "Don't move—! Get down—!"

Now I don't know who the other party is. If you can have a sniper scope, you must be equipped with night vision goggles. Running around is like a living target, and you can't drive, otherwise you will only die if you hit the fuel tank.

"Rong Xiao..." Yun Zian's face was completely pale, and he hurriedly touched Rong Xiao's back, tears rolling in his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have lost sight and hearing, and only the strong The bloody smell, "Where are you hurt..."

Rong Xiao stared down at Yun Zian in his arms, and did not speak for two or three seconds.

This made Yun Zi'an even think that he was going to die, and hugging his hairy head let out a shrill and inhuman wail, "Brother——!"

"I love you, I love you, I love you..." Yun Zian's tears were already incontinent, his crying was choked in his throat, and he almost choked himself to death, "I'm not angry with you anymore, I won't run away again, I I love you, I really love you, I have liked you since a long time ago..."

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Rong Xiao's steady voice sounded in his ear, "You said it yourself."

Yun Zian's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice froze in his throat before he could utter it...

"These tears will be kept for 80 years to cry." Rong Xiao raised the hand of the wearer's combat gloves, wiped the corners of his eyes, pulled open his neckline, motioned him to look, and smiled, "I'm wearing a bulletproof vest .”

Yun Zi'an slapped him on the face, and his dantian let out an angry roar, "Get out of here!"

The drama of bitterness came to an abrupt end.

Rong Xiao was slapped solidly, and there was a red slap mark on his face, but he didn't look angry, he also seemed to be enjoying it, as if he wanted Yun Zian to slap him on the other side of the face again. One, so that the left and right sides are symmetrical.

He got up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body, faced the bushes dozens of meters away, and suddenly shouted, "Peace will prevail!"

After hearing a few swishing sounds, three figures suddenly stood up in the bushes, all of them were wearing auspicious costumes, and they were more fucking savages than savages, shouting as if cheering, "Peace will prevail!"

The sudden appearance of a living person startled everyone present, they didn't even hear the sound of footsteps!

The leader took off the helmet on his head, revealing a bright and moving Western face, opened his arms towards Rong Xiao, and grinned, "Xiao!"

Rong Xiao stepped forward to hug him, "Yarlin."

He touched foreheads with the other two. "Mike, Jones."

When the bullet hit the ground just now, he heard it. It was a blank bullet at all, with no gunpowder at all. He immediately judged who was coming.

Seeing Rong Xiao embracing the three "savages" and picking up the machine to flee for their lives, the staff members were stunned for a few seconds, and then slowly put the machine back in place.

"It's all right..." Zong Ziren was still in shock, holding the aerial camera he rented for 8000 yuan, he didn't dare to rest assured, "Don't run away?"

"Director." Rong Xiao brought three people in front of him, "This is my original teammate. They came to look for me, but the way of appearance is a bit special, don't worry."

As the former captain, Yaerlin has the most active and forthright character. He reached out and held Zong Ziren's hand, and expressed himself in half English and half Chinese, "We heard that a photography team is here, and a big production is in progress. , Xiao is also involved, so let's take a look!"

"Tha

kyou!" Zong Ziren never expected that he would make a movie, and there would be foreigners to join him, and he was overjoyed, "Tha

kyouverymuch! "

Rong Xiao acted as an interpreter in the middle, participated in the chat for a few words, then looked in the direction of the bonfire, but Yun Zian was nowhere to be seen.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked around the field, only to see a tall and thin figure passing by the door of the tent. He was about to chase after him, but was suddenly strangled by his shoulders from behind.

"Xiao!" Yarlin's curly brown hair shone with luster, almost lying on his back, with happiness written all over his face, "We also want to be consultants!"

"It's up to you." Rong Xiao lifted his arms, wanting to go to Yun Zian, "Discuss with the director yourself."

"We came all the way to see you!" Yaerlin was quite dissatisfied, "You should be more enthusiastic!"

"My enthusiasm is not for you." Rong Xiao cursed in English, "Don't touch me."

Yarlin got excited, "I haven't seen where you are all over! Last time your thigh artery was punctured, I bandaged it for you! I even know the size of your lower body and how many hairs there are. !"

Rong Xiao has never seen such a pig teammate before, the veins on his forehead are throbbing, and he can hardly hold back, "You fucking shut up!"

He lifted Yarlin and hurried to the camp area. Just as Yarlin was about to catch up, he was grabbed by someone, "Captain."

Maike is a tall and strong Negro, and he gestured to Yarlin with a combat gesture, "There is a situation."

Yarlin understood it almost instantly, and also used combat gestures to communicate with him, "The goal is clear?"

Maike nodded and gestured again, "You can't act rashly, you have to make a battle plan."

Yarlin gave him a thumbs up, signaling: "Understood."

They were gesticulating, and neither of them spoke. Zong Ziren watched in a daze, touched the back of his head, turned his head and whispered in Chinese to the assistant director, "Deaf-mute?"

The assistant director couldn't understand either, and shrugged, "Shouldn't it?"

Zong Ziren picked up a bottle of beer, leaned forward, patted Yars on the shoulder, raised his head to drink water, patted himself on the chest, and gave him a thumbs up.

This is probably how the ancient apes communicated. Yars took the beer and was about to say something when Zong Ziren waved his hand quickly, patted him on the shoulder, and made a big heart on his chest. Just turned around and walked away.

Yars looked at Maike in a daze, "Why doesn't he speak?"

Maike felt that he understood very well, "It may be the implicitness of the Chinese."

"Then what does he mean?" Yars looked at the beer in his hand, "Is he saying that if he drinks my wine, he is my man?"

Maike was silent for a few seconds, looked at Jones who had been standing silently, and kicked the ball to him, "You say."

Jones has always been seldom talkative, he is only ruthless when he is sniping, and he doesn't even bother to open his eyelids, "It should be to buy you a drink."

Yars suddenly asked, "How should I express my gratitude in Chinese?"

Mai Ke thought for a while, "Xiao seems to have taught it. If you express it in Chinese, it probably means...'Fuck'?"

On the other side, the assistant director patted Zong Ziren on the shoulder and praised, "Director, you are amazing, you can even handle foreign friends!"

Zong Ziren didn't even wait to boast, when he heard a thunderous sound in his ears, "Damn!"

Yars held up the beer bottle in his hand, greeted him happily, and shouted, "Damn!"

Zong Ziren: "..."

Deputy director:"……"

I understand, but I don't seem to fully understand.

The suburban sugar team Dujia will steam the gift for you.

The sound of "Fuck" mixed with foreign accents resounded throughout the camp, not only confused all the staff, but also made Rong Xiao, who was standing at the gate of the tent area, sigh heavily and help himself I really don't want to admit that I have been with such a fool for three years.

He lifted the curtain at the entrance of the tent with his hand, leaned half his body in, and called out tentatively, "Yuan?"

There is only a simple incandescent light bulb hanging from the top of the tent, moths are splattering around the hot tungsten filament, the light is not very bright, Yun Zian is standing in front of the bed changing clothes, halfway off, his t-shirt is hanging on his elbow, The thin and tight upper body was exposed.

He turned his head and glanced at Rong Xiao silently, but didn't have any intention of responding. He raised his hand and put on his clothes, picked up a basin and toothbrush, walked past him without looking away, and went to wash up.

Rong Xiao hurriedly followed, eager to explain clearly, "Yuan, I..."

With a bang, Yun Zian threw the tin basin in his hand to the ground, glared at Rong Xiao, turned on the faucet at the back of the camp, took a glass of water, squatted on the ground and began to brush his teeth.

"They are my comrades-in-arms." Rong Xiao scratched his hairy head, not knowing that Yars and the others could be so aggressive, "I didn't expect..."

Yun Zian couldn't help snorting when he heard this, and looked at him with foam on his mouth, and his eyes moved to his lower body wrapped in camouflage pants, "I even know how many hairs you have, aren't you an ordinary comrade in arms?"

"This..." Rong Xiao's pupils dilated slightly. Unexpectedly, Yun Zian heard this, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while, "No, listen to me..."

Yun Zi'an raised his head and took a sip of water, rinsed his mouth with a purr, and then spat on Rong Xiao's shoe with a bah, washed his face hastily, and left with the basin.

He lifted the curtain and returned to the tent, put down the tin basin in his hand, frowned and looked at his heels, he was bitten by an unknown bug just a few minutes ago, it was painful and itchy.

Yun Zian opened the suitcase, looking for some ointment for mosquito bites. While searching, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, "Here it is."

Yun Zian took it over, thanked him, raised his head, and was almost taken aback, "Ying Xiaofeng, who the hell are you trying to scare to death at night?"

Ying Xiaofeng folded his arms, his eyes turned red with grievance, he gritted his teeth and asked him, "When did it start?"

"What are you asking?" Yun Zian sat down on the iron frame bed, bent his legs and began to apply medicine to the wound, "Are you drinking too much and playing crazy like me?"

"That consultant!" Ying Xiaofeng raised his voice an octave for fear that others would not hear him, "When did you guys get together!"

"The two of us met for the first time today." Yun Zian looked at him amusedly, "When did we do it?"

"I've seen it all!" Ying Xiaofeng never imagined that this fucking thing happened right after he left the country, and it was still under his nose, "You two! You are so tired! You are all hugged together! Don't try to lie to me!"

Yun Zi'an put down the ointment in his hand, and was silent for a few seconds, "Since you have seen it..."

"Then I won't hide it from you."

He stood up, walked in front of Ying Xiaofeng, and looked at him seriously. Such solemnity made Ying Xiaofeng swallow a few times, nervously waiting for his next words.

Yun Zi'an's lips parted slightly, and he took a deep breath, as if telling the truth was as difficult as spitting out a fishbone.

He only heard him say word by word in a low voice, "I—"

"—It's his father."