He chose the bottom gear, sitting cross-legged behind He Bai. His nose was a little bit red after he wiped the nosebleed. He dried He Bai’s hair carefully, eyes full of mildness and love.
“He never knew how to take care of himself….”, Di Qiuhe smooth He Bai’s wet, tangled hair and dried it. He couldn’t help fondling his calm face and smiled.
So lovely.
After the last wisp of hair was dried, Di Qiuhe turned off the drier, lay close to He Bai quietly and cuddled him. He kissed He Bai’s forehead and fell into sleep.
When He Bai woke up in the morning, he sat on the bed confusedly. When he groped for the man beside him, he found that Di Qiuhe had left.
There was a note on the bedside table. He rubbed his face and picked the note.
Di Qiuhe: I go for filming now. Breakfast has been delivered, don’t forget to eat. Call assistant Wang when you get to the spot, he’ll take you in.
Putting down the note, he looked around the room and found a warm two-layer breakfast box. He smiled pleasantly. The instant he opened the box, his smile stiffened.
The first layer was filled with delicious steamed buns with meat stuffing. The second layer was a porridge with preserved eggs and pork as well as a Rougamo. A boiled egg lay in a side cell. Beside the box was a red apple, giving out sweet and fresh scent, under which was a cake box.
That was really a feast, which was enough to feed two He Bai! But Di Qiuhe’s words still haunted him, “You are too thin, eat more.”
Why didn’t Di order such a banquet last time he visited?
Bang!
He replaced the lid of the box and walked into the washroom indifferently, brushing teeth angrily.
Judging his body type in the heart was already out of line, now he should have been acting that out to show his dislike! Stupid Di Qiuhe!
Di Qiuhe noticed that his Little Puppy, who had been here to visit him, totally forgot him when he reached the spot.
Having completed his action scenes quickly, he went to the rest area and looked around, didn’t find He Bai. Frowning, He drank the water handed by Wang Boyi and asked, “Where it Xiao Bai? Washroom?”
“Nope.” This was the fifth time for Wang Boyi to answer this question. He motioned to look at Yang Wentian, answering: “Mr. He is taking photos for Mr. Yang. It has been a while.”
Di Qiuhe was disappointed and walked to Yang Wentian.
Wang Boyi stopped him hurriedly: “Master Di, your next shoot is about to start, you…”
Before he could finish, the make-up artist came here with a big cosmetic case. She asked Di Qiuhe to sit down to reapply for him.
Di Qiuhe could only restrain his impulse to find He Bai and sat down with a straight face and upset eyes.
It was the fifth time. He hadn’t seen Little Puppy for a whole today, except on the lunch table. The first time, he was taking photos for Dongni, second time for another actress, third time for a supporting actor, fourth time for a walk-on, and now, for that Yang Wentian.
He was really indiscriminate, both leading and walk-on actors were OK, only excluded Di Qiuhe, who was the actual leading actor and undertook the heaviest work today. But He Bai didn’t take even one photo for him.
What? Tired of his appearance?
Frowning, Di Qiuhe touched his own face.
Wang Yibo was worried about his dark face. The make-up artist was still here, his expression might well damage his own image.
“Don’t touch it, or you may mess up your make-up.”
While he was thinking, the make-up artist stopped his hand, and her face was full of disapproval. Wang Yibo got anxious, trying to say something for his boss.
“Sorry.” Di Qiuhe came to himself quicker than Wang. He realized that his mind wandered, so he relaxed his eyebrows and sighed, “Just absorbed in the filming…Sorry, please go on, I’ll keep still.”
The woman laughed when she heard that, “That’s not a big deal, and it’s a good thing to be absorbed. The quicker you film, the sooner we finish. Recently we have all been overworked, so a quicker filming helps a lot. We need to thank you.”
Di Qiuhe smiled and said something humbling. He not only saved his image but also left a dedicated impression.
Wang Boyi: “…” Master Di was definitely awesome. “I am still too naïve.”
Di Qiuhe sat and raised his head while the woman bent mildly. They looked at each other with smiles.
That was quite sweet.
He focused the lens on Di Qiuhe and looked at his smile and eyes. He was a little bit unwilling to click the shutter.
The lighting was good, and their expressions perfectly suited the theme of his homework “emotion”, but he just thought that it was better not to take it.
The selfish motive just stayed for a while, and he still clicked the shutter the next second.
Click!
Hearing that sound, Di Qiuhe turned sideways. His mild smile suddenly became stronger but lips turned flatter immediately. Frowning slightly, he tightened his legs and waist, raised his arms a little bit, seemed to be ready to stand up and reach for someone he had seen.
Click!
The picture was taken. He Bai suddenly felt his heart raced. He touched his chest confusedly. When he looked at the lens again, he could only see that woman and Wang Boyi. Then his lens was covered by a hand.
“Finally want to come back?” A gentle and low voice came, with a sense of complaint and dissatisfaction, but ended with a higher tune, seemed to be a contradictorily happy one.
The idea that he had thought impossible last night overwhelmed him again. He Bai paused for a while, put down the camera, turned to Qiuhe and looked at him, asked tentatively, “Why are you so aggrieved? Miss me? One hour apart seems like three years?”
“Nonsense, you only have disappeared for an hour?” Di Qiuhe jabbed his dimple with a serious face and said grumpily, “Don’t run all about. Just stay here and wait for me. I’ll finish in an hour, then I’ll take you for dinner.”
He rubbed against He Bai’s hair hard and then left.
The make-up artist just passed by and smiled at them: “You two really have a good relation. Di Qiuhe must be an amiable big brother to you, but his family… Sorry, I get work to do, see you.”
Hearing that, He Bai frowned. He rubbed against his hair seeing the girl leaving.
Amiable big brother? He vaguely remembered that Di Qiuhe once called himself big brother…So was all that care and sweetness just out of his desire to be a big brother? After all, Di Chunhua and Di Xiasong didn’t deserve that.
If that was true, then no wonder Di Qiuhe didn’t have any interest in his body and showed a judging attitude. After all, no considerate big brother would like to see his younger brother have a thin body. And the feast this morning, it was also his care as a big brother…That could explain all. He was no longer angry, but some uncertain emotion attacked him instead.
He looked down at the photo he had taken. The close and intimate atmosphere between him and the make-up artist made him confused.
Maybe He Bai misunderstood him? Maybe Di Qiuhe was straight?