People who are in love will always go through this stage.

You feel that life is full of sunshine, and whenever you think of him/her, the corners of your mouth will rise involuntarily.

You hope to see him/her every day.

You hope he/she can be with you every day.

You hope he/she can get up with you and bathe in the first ray of sunshine that comes in in the early morning.

You hope he/she can brush your teeth with you and look at each other in the mirror.

You hope he/she can have breakfast with you. The soy milk is still sweet even if you don’t add sugar. When you look at each other affectionately, you hope that the other party will be the fried dough sticks in your hands and will never be separated from the soy milk.

You hope he/she can play games, watch movies, go shopping...do everything you and he/she like.

You hope he/she can do everything with you.

Whether you like it or not.

You hope he/she can have more contact with you, from holding hands to hugging... you can't wait to be able to pretend with his/her soul.

You marvel at the magic of the Creator, who lets you meet each other in a billion chances in the vast sea of ​​people.

You feel the cruelty of the Creator, who has separated you from the beginning and will pursue you in a vast sea of ​​people.

You hate the unwillingness of the Creator, who should have combined you and him/her into one.

So you are lucky.

Fortunately, you met him/her.

And you want you to be each other's only one.

But you are unfortunate again.

Because you know, no matter how you understand him/her, you are just two independent individuals. In the near future, you will have gaps, confusion, and quarrels...

But those are too far away for you.

Now you are just greedy and want to be with each other greedy.

That's all.

In love, you will feel that every pore of the other person is cute.

He/she no longer has any shortcomings, he/she will shine in your eyes, as dazzling as the sun.

...

Xia Yuan is now in such a stage.

He finished packing his luggage and looked back at Ying Sitong.

The beautiful young woman in the blood tribe was helping to put her clothes into the hotel wardrobe one by one.

According to the crew's shooting plan, they have to stay in this place for at least more than a month.

It has to be done with the shooting smoothly.

Ice flowers were planted on the window ridge outside, and the balcony was covered with white snow.

Even though the air conditioner was turned on in the house, Xia Yuan still felt a little cold.

"It's so strange, won't you girls feel cold?"

Xia Yuan looked at Ying Sitong.

The beautiful young woman in the blood tribe is in winter. Although she is wearing a thick down jacket outside, she only has a white sweater inside.

What's even more amazing is that she was wearing a white short skirt with only a white pantyhose underneath.

The beautiful young woman with blood tribe has two calves and straight legs.

Looking back, when I met Duan Qian downstairs just now, she seemed to be wearing similar clothes.

Xia Yuan didn't understand these girls at all, and she could wear skirts for a year, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

For the sake of good looks, you can even ignore the temperature.

"What?" Ying Sitong stood up and turned around to look at him.

"I mean, this sock," Xia Yuan lowered his head and pointed at her pantyhose with his eyes, "Isn't it cold?"

Ying Sitong raised her eyebrows and smiled sly.

"you guess?"

"Guess me or not?"

"No nesting dolls." The beautiful young woman in the blood clan made a pause gesture, and then threw something from her suitcase in front of Xia Yuan.

"You'll know if you try it yourself?"

"Well……"

...

Xia Yuan said that as a big man, how could he wear pantyhose?

Even if he was frozen to death outside and fell into the ice cave, he would never touch this thing.

But, let alone, when putting it on, Xia Yuan felt so warm.

Wearing these warm socks, Xia Yuan felt that his legs were buried in an electric blanket, not only comfortable, but also extremely warm.

In less than a moment, he felt hot and sweating.

There is no need to wear long pants inside, just wear a pair of jeans outside.

Xia Yuan put on a thin pair of jeans outside, walked around the house, and looked at it in front of the mirror.

Most people can't tell what he is wearing.

"I think it's similar to the fitness pants Brother Qiang wore when he was exercising."

Ying Sitong looked at him silently, smiling without saying a word.

...

I didn’t see Wu Jing and the director’s team during the day today, and they didn’t come back until the evening.

It started to snow outside. When Wu Jing and other director team members came back, a thin layer of snowflakes fell on the heavy down jacket and hat.

Before entering the house, everyone started to dust the snowflakes on their bodies.

When they pushed open the glass door, a cold current surged in from outside immediately.

Today, the weather in Tashkurgan is sunny and snowy, and the night temperature is between -22 degrees and -15 degrees.

Xia Yuan, Duan Qian and others had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Wu Jing coming in, they immediately stood up to greet him.

"Hello director."

Wu Jing dressed like an Eskimo, with a beard full of mouth and a pair of bright eyes.

Those who don’t understand it may not necessarily know who he is.

Wu Jingxian nodded to Duan Qian and Mo Qianqian.

When I saw Xia Yuan again, I was slightly stunned, and then I smiled and raised my rough big hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Come?"

"Here you come."

Xia Yuan nodded and quickly helped Wu Jing get what he had in his hand.

"Help you go outside and see that there are a lot of heavy goods on the car in the prop set."

Wu Jing didn't see her, she smiled at Xia Yuan and lowered her head to walk into the hotel.

Xia Yuan nodded and came out to help carry things.

When he saw outside the hotel, Xia Yuan was startled.

The staff of the prop team loaded the goods from the car, and they were all shining guys, such as m416, ak47, uzi...

There are also a lot of guns that Xia Yuan didn't recognize.

Those who know they are filming, and those who don’t know think these people are going to do something earth-shaking.

"Wow, this is too awesome," Xia Yuan sighed, "It's like going to Iraq to play real chicken."

"No, it's all just imitation props." A middle-aged uncle walked over with a big fluffy hat, dressed like an Eskimo, holding a few prop guns.

"If you load, you can also hurt people, it's pretty dangerous."

Xia Yuan was slightly stunned, thinking that the sound sounded so familiar?

After looking carefully for two seconds, his pupils gradually widened.

Mom, when Feng Yuyan had a goatee, he looked so much like Zhang Zhen?

Feng Yuyan smiled and bypassed him.
To be continued...