Fang Jianyuan's residential building had a small rooftop, with numerous flower beds built along the walls. In her free time, his mother had planted all sorts of plants and flowers.
When Fang Jianyuan was on his summer vacation, the task of tending to these plants naturally fell onto his shoulders.
Fang Jianyuan pulled a long hose out of the house, stood on the edge of the flowerbeds, and watered his mother's beloved plants and flowers.
The early morning sun was very pleasant, while the temperature wasn't hot.
Fang Jianyuan was dressed in shorts and a tank top, and his sandals made a pattering sound as he tread on the cement deck. He walked along the edge of the flower beds with the water hose in his hand, taking care not to fall, and casually hummed a song.
Right then, he heard the sound of another person's footsteps patter on the rooftop, and immediately turned to look back.
It was Yu Haiyang who came up to the rooftop with a basin in his hand, filled with his laundry that had been washed by the washing machine.
Yu Haiyang smiled the instant he saw Fang Jianyuan.
Fang Jianyuan opened his mouth to ask Yu Haiyang why he wasn't at work today, but suddenly recalled that it was Saturday and shut his mouth again. He stayed at home everyday for the entirety of his summer vacation, and could no longer tell which day it was.
Yu Haiyang, who was rarely seen in casual wear, was dressed in shorts and a loose gray T-shirt, with sandals adorning his feet. He went to the middle of the rooftop, put the basin on the ground, and hung his clothes one by one with the clippers from the clothesline before stretching the line taut once again.
Fang Jianyuan turned his head so as not to stare at the man, and dazedly watched as the soil in the flower bed completely became drenched, straining an ear to listen to Yu Haiyang's movements behind him
After a while, he heard Yu Haiyang's approaching footsteps. He heard Yu Haiyang come to a stop behind him, yet there was no further movement.
"You're drowning all these flowers," Yu Haiyang said suddenly.
Startled, Fang Jianyuan jumped, abruptly withdrawing the water hose, yet he failed to notice that the water splashed all over himself.
Yu Haiyang nimbly stepped back and avoided the water, then looked at Fang Jianyuan and laughed.
Fang Jianyuan's pants were wet, and his embarrassed appearance cut a sorry figure, his face reddening from Yu Haiyang's laughter. Suddenly, his childish nature surfaced, and he aimed the hose at Yu Haiyang and sprayed water at the older man.
Yu Haiyang hastily dodged to the side, and the water splashed onto the clothes that he had just washed. He shouted, "Hey!"
Fang Jianyuan jested and happily chased Yu Haiyang around with the hose.
Yu Haiyang stopped evading a short time later, and faced towards Fang Jianyuan, bearing the spray of water to rob him of his water hose.
Fang Jianyuan hurriedly ran along the edge of the flower bed as he tried to avoid him.
The floor that had already been watered was so slippery that he only ran two steps in his sandals before he fell to the side, letting out a cry of alarm.
Yu Haiyang rushed over and put his arms around Fang Jianyuan's waist, then lifted him into the air and settled him down until his two feet were steady on the ground.
Fang Jianyuan's eyes were full of smiles, he looked up at Yu Haiyang and found that Yu Haiyang's expression was that of a gentle smile, and he immediately became shy once again.
At this time, Yu Haiyang snatched the water hose from his hands.
Fang Jianyuan thought Yu Haiyang wanted to get back at him, so he promptly drew back and tried to get away.
As a result, Yu Haiyang tightly embraced Fang Jianyuan's waist and raised the hose on top of his head to let the water pour down all over them.
Fang Jianyuan buried his face in Yu Haiyang's chest and heard the man say, "We're soaked through anyway. We might as well take a bath!" The water continued to pour down over their heads, and Fang Jianyuan had no other choice but to open his eyes and breathe normally while keeping his face buried.
Yu Haiyang's body was completely drenched, and his t-shirt and thin shorts clung to his frame, outlining the fine lines of a male body.
Fang Jianyuan opened his eyes wide and gasped for breath, clutching Yu Haiyang's clothes with one hand.
As soon as the scene was completed, a staff member immediately turned off the water tap.
Xia Xingcheng looked up and suddenly felt Yang Youming's hand wiping water off his face.
For a split second, like a child, he closed his eyes and felt a light press as Yang Youming's slightly rough palm slowly moved along his cheeks.
This motion was awfully brief, as if it was a gentleman's thoughtfulness that Yang Youming possessed, and he quickly withdrew his hand.
Afterwards, the assistant gave them big dry towels to wrap their bodies in, Xia Xingcheng looked at Yang Youming and found that his attention was not on himself at all. Rather, he was wrapped in a towel while talking to his assistant.
They couldn't change their clothes for the time being, because He Zheng had not yet said whether they had to reshoot the scene or not, and He Zheng also had to add a close-up of the scene.
Xia Xingcheng wrapped himself up in a towel and sat down to the side. The assistant handed him a glass of hot water to drink. He took it, and while drinking, he attentively watched Yang Youming from the corner of his eyes.
Yang Youming did not look at him again, simply moving behind He Zheng instead.
He Zheng watched the replay of the scene on the monitor for a long time, looked at Yang Youming, then pulled him down to watch the screen together.
Except for the times when He Zheng called for him, Xia Xingcheng generally didn't have the nerve to take the initiative. He bent down and hugged his legs, put his forehead on his knee, and took a deep breath.