It was already annoying enough to go up the mountain in the rain, but this time I went, and the scenes that were supposed to be filmed were not finished. This means that they will have to come again in the future. Several actors sat in the car with a belly full of grievances, but were told that they could no longer take the car down the mountain and had to walk. This time it is even more complaining, and it is not pleasing to the eye.

Everyone is still afraid of Li Shu, and his face is not good-looking without saying anything.

Song Zhaoshui looked at Xie Nanting, who was holding an umbrella next to him. He had a relaxed expression and stepped on the leather boots in the play. He didn't care about the water or the mud, as if he dared to run through anything.

The boots were custom made in many pairs, and it didn't matter if he wore them out.

Some people are born with the ability to make people around them happy, Song Zhaoshui raised the corners of his lips.

Emotions are contagious, and it is difficult to walk down the mountain. If there is a complaining person around, judging from her current restless mood, it is estimated that both of them will have to jump.

"You always hold a hot water bottle," Xie Nanting said, "are you cold?"

The temperature is really not like summer. Xie Nanting is wearing a long-sleeved shirt, from the neckline to the cuffs, every button is buttoned neatly. Song Zhaoshui wore thicker clothes, with a denim jacket over his long sleeves. The sleeves of the coat were so long that they covered her hands.

"It's not cold." Song Zhaoshui shook his head, and she walked to Xie Nanting's right. Xie Nanting is tall and holds an umbrella high. As soon as the wind blew, raindrops smashed in from under the umbrella and hit her face. Song Zhaoshui lowered his head and said nothing.

In fact, she totally understands it. Xie Nanting's family background is extraordinary, he became famous at a young age, and he lived a life of stars holding the moon early. He has always been someone who enjoys taking care of him, so why has he ever taken care of others? It was a surprise to her that he could do what he did a few days ago.

This negligence at the moment is inexperienced in the end.

She turned her head and glanced at Xie Nanting's profile. Seeing that he was staring at the road ahead seriously, she couldn't help but think that even the inexperienced people will one day be taught by someone. don't know what kind of person Xie Nanting will meet in the future. With such a character, if he really fell in love with each other, he could take out his whole heart and accept the adjustment/teaching obediently and happily.

"Are you looking at me?" Xie Nanting found that he was being peeped, and exposed it mercilessly. As if he had been taken advantage of and wanted to get it back, he also turned to look at Song Zhaoshui. After looking at her, she noticed that there were still drops of water on her face, the hair on her temples was wet, and her whole body was drenched with moisture. Just as he was about to ask how he got caught even after holding the umbrella, he saw a drop of rain floated in from under the edge of the umbrella and hung on Song Zhaoshui's eyelashes without any hesitation.

He was stunned for a moment, hurriedly pressed the umbrella down, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice."

Xie Nanting touched his pocket, which was empty. Zhou Shulang carries a handkerchief with him, but unfortunately he does not have this habit. Song Zhaoshui carelessly wiped his face with his sleeve: "It's okay, go down the mountain first."

She went down the mountain in a hurry, and she still had makeup on her face. Just wiped it with the sleeves, and the cuffs were dyed with foundation. The makeup on his face must have been spent, so Song Zhaoshui secretly touched his face. Xie Nanting misunderstood her action, thinking that her face was hurt by the rain, and her expression became more and more guilty.

He obviously wanted to be nice to her, but he didn't seem to be doing it right.

Song Zhaoshui was still carrying the food box in his hand, and it seemed that he had never opened it.

The person next to you is like a living weather barometer, you can tell at a glance what your mood is. Just walking and kicking water and mud, it was easy. Now walking without saying a word, his boots seemed to be filled with iron, which dragged his legs forward.

What's wrong with this?

Song Zhaoshui glanced at him, but couldn't guess the reason for his emotional change. He was about to ask, but an anxious voice came from behind him: "Oh, sorry, please let me go! Thank you, thank you!"

Several young people carried the machine down the mountain, unable to see who was who in the heavy rain, and they were too polite to speak for fear of offending others. They are all the same age, and it is not easy for anyone. In his previous life, Song Zhaoshui did a lot of hard work in order to make money during his college days. Seeing that they were soaked all over, couldn't bear it, so stood aside early and waited for them to pass first.

Xie Nanting still didn't speak, Song Zhaoshui stood aside, and he followed.

They had come to the broken part of the road, the cross section of the mountain on the left, bare. The heavy rain washed the sand down from the mountain, blocking the mountain road. A hole collapsed on the right side of the road. The hole was full of mud and water, and it was impossible to tell how deep it was.

He now knows to hold the umbrella a little lower, and he doesn't mind if he occasionally gets hit in the head by the umbrella handle. He had been looking down at the toes of his shoes all the time, and blamed him for walking too freely before, with muddy water on his boots, and now he thinks it is dirty again. He kicked the edge of his right boot with his left foot, kicked off a cloud of mud on it, and looked up boredly.

There is also a downside to the umbrella being held low, as he can't see what's going on outside in time.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was standing still, he raised the umbrella slightly. As soon as he lifted it, he saw a long black rocker arm sweeping in front of him. Song Zhaoshui didn't pay attention when she was wandering. If she didn't dodge, this thing would definitely hit her. Xie Nanting hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull the person towards him, but he was so anxious that he forgot that half of the road was collapsed behind him.

With this pull, Song Zhaoshui was pulled directly behind him, half falling and half retreating, and walked several steps, stepping on the edge of the pit with one foot. The yellow mud on the side of the pit was soaked with water, and it was slippery and could not hold back for a while. The whole person was affected by inertia and lost his balance.

There was an accident on her side, and Xie Nanting responded quickly, and immediately dropped the umbrella and stretched out two hands to grab it.

The few young people carrying the rocker arm couldn't react in time, couldn't take back the momentum, didn't hit Song Zhaoshui, but hit Xie Nanting.

Xie Nanting was barely trying to grab someone to stabilize his balance, but he was too busy to take care of himself when he was hit like this. But he didn't want to let go, so he pulled the person into his arms even more forcefully. When he was in a hurry, he also said, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

The two fell together, and after a while, Song Zhaoshui heard the sound of heavy objects falling into the water. What followed was a sense of drowning, and she couldn't open her eyes. It turned out that she fell into the water herself.

She knew how to swim, but she didn't panic. She kicked her feet hard, only to realize that the water was not deep, and she stepped on the ground with one foot.

She stood up and found herself in a puddle. The water in the puddle reached her waist, and the top of the puddle was one meter high from her. She needed help from outsiders to get up. Song Zhaoshui looked down at the environment he was in, and found that Xie Nanting was still underwater and did not respond. He was shocked, and hurriedly squatted down/groped at the bottom of the pit. Fortunately, the pit is not big, and as soon as I stretched out my hand, I touched people.

Xie Nanting was not afraid, but it was too tall and not light. Song Zhaoshui took a lot of effort to pull him up and let him stand half-standing against his body. Seeing his eyes closed, his heart skipped a beat: "Xie Nanting?"

She patted Xie Nanting's face, hoping that he would open his eyes, and said to her with a smile, "I'm teasing you."

But to her disappointment, those beautiful eyes were tightly closed.

Song Zhaoshui's mind was full of chaos, and he only felt in a trance that she couldn't intervene in the world in this book? Even though Xie Nanting escaped the car accident last time, he couldn't escape the later catastrophe?

Biting her lip hard, she forced herself to calm down, then she stretched out her hand against Xie Nanting's neck and felt a throbbing, strong and powerful. Song Zhaoshui heaved a sigh of relief, and returned to his original position after hanging for a long time. Immediately, he raised his head to face the entrance of the cave, and shouted loudly, "Come and help someone! Call an ambulance!"

Someone at the entrance of the cave comforted her: "We're going to get the rope, don't worry, you'll be out soon!"

Song Zhaoshui blinked, his eyes were unbearably sour: "Xie Nanting passed out."

Afraid that the other party might not hear it, she raised her voice and shouted again: "Xie Nanting passed out, call an ambulance!"

She felt like she was about to lose it, her legs were weak. Her hands were firmly against the wall of the cave, and she forced herself to stand, not daring to move, for fear that Xie Nanting would slip off her body accidentally. If he is awake, this little water poses no threat at all. But he was in a coma, and such shallow water could kill him.

Someone at the entrance of the cave said to her, "Miss Song, let's go to the side and let us go."

Soon, a young man climbed down the wall of the cave. He quickly put a rope on Xie Nanting's body, and Song Zhaoshui stared at Xie Nanting's face without blinking. That delicate face only added a bit of pitiful sickness in such an embarrassing environment. She felt very empty in her heart, and was very afraid. She wanted to reach out and touch his eyes, but she was always worried that those beautiful eyes would be closed forever.

The young man said to her, "I'll take Teacher Xie up first and then pick you up. Don't worry."

Song Zhaoshui shook her head, she was not worried about herself. She raised her head and watched Xie Nanting being pulled up. Why do you pass out? She kicked around the bottom of the water with her foot, hitting a rock. She couldn't tell how she was feeling now, as if her mind was full of cotton. Such a big living person, who was still in a mood just now, still saying don't be afraid, why did he suddenly faint?

She closed her breath and went to touch the stone, but accidentally touched a boxy box.

It was Xie Nanting's insulation box. The pink shell was muddy and looked dirty. Song Zhaoshui held the box in his arms and watched as the life-saving rope was thrown down again.